#tulinlina

[anghraine]

Updating the meme for @tulinlina and @heckofabecca!

Last song: “A Elbereth Gilthoniel” by Martin Romberg and the Norwegian Girl Choir

Last film: Rise of Skywalker

Currently reading: Renaissance Self-Fashioning by Stephen Greenblatt, for my sins

Currently watching: nothing, really!

Currently craving: the most amazing chai from this place a few towns over who, regrettably, stopped making it, and more regrettably, turned out to be anti-maskers.

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tulinlina said: I. Want them all?? Which I realise is really unhelpful. But… They all sound great??? I can’t pick one sorry I am here for all of them including a/b/o marriage.

THANKS DEAR. IT’S OK I CAME HERE BC I CAN’T PICK ONE EITHER

here’s a snippet of that one bc u mentioned it

“Hey, um,” Grantaire scuffs his shoe, looks supremely awkward. “This is fucking bullshit.”

“Yeah,” Enjolras says simply.

“But,” and now his voice has gone soft, “it’s gonna be bullshit no matter what. And of all the people whose houses they’ve dragged me to since I turned eighteen, you’re the best option.”

Enjolras feels his heartstrings break, his heart swing by a thread in his chest. For the whole night, they’d bonded over how ridiculous the situation was, and he’d almost forgotten. Grantaire is still a part of the system Enjolras despises. Not its posterchild, that’s for sure, but—a particularly large cog. He has a dowry and accomplishments and clearly, despite the fact that all he and Enjolras have done is disagree on politics and jab teasingly at each other, thinks Enjolras is his best option.

Enjolras has heard that before. In a society where his bloodline and his trust fund and his alpha status are so monumental that their shadow swallows his personality and beliefs, no matter how large or unsavory to the rich elite, Enjolras hears this all the time. He despises it.

Grantaire seems to take his silence as hesitation, as consideration.

“Like,” he continues, almost pleading, “we do this, they’re off our backs. I stay out of your way. You do whatever you like, and that includes whoever—“ Enjolras scowls at him, and he holds his hands up, placating “—hey, whoa, you. Not me.” Enjolras scowls harder. What does that even mean. “And in return, you continue to be a progressive weirdo who doesn’t get sniffy when I suck at needlepoint and the other omega stuff.”

“…what?” says Enjolras.

Grantaire huffs. “Look, some of these alphas won’t even let me past the kitchen in the introductions, so—“

“What,” says Enjolras. How many other introductions has Grantaire made, and why does he keep bringing them up? Who the hell won’t let someone past a kitchen? Is this supposed to activate some competitive alpha drive? Encourage him to take Grantaire up on the offer?

“It could be good,” says Grantaire, like that makes it clearer, and all Enjolras can think is university. Freedom. I’m not doing what my family and their society demands. There are higher callings.

“Look,” says Enjolras, trying for gentle and feeling as though he’s failing, “we don’t suit. You can probably tell that we’re—we’re not a match. I mean,” he gestures, somewhat bleakly, down towards himself and then Grantaire. The sheaf of letters in his arms, his attempts to dismantle the society he’s born in. Enjolras, awkward and too-earnest, his stubborn temper the only alpha thing about him. If he’s honest—in ten years he’ll be disowned. “Look at us. Me? With you?”

Grantaire loves dancing, and parties with their peers, and is accomplished, and has been raised with the expectation that there’d someday be a rich, worldly alpha he would marry. For all that Enjolras despises their shared culture, he understands the appeal. It’s safe. It’s easy. It’s scream-your-lungs-out, tear-the-world-apart evil. But only if you stop and think about it. Enjolras can’t do anything but dig his heels in, and think about it.

Grantaire’s jaw sets, and his eyes dim, and he seems very far away when he mutters, “yeah. I get it. But—but fuck you.”

Then he spins on his heel, more like a fighter than a dancer or a gymnast, and leaves.

University, Enjolras tells himself, that constant refrain. It’s what he always tells himself, when those he’s surrounded with seem like they’re all together, a thousand miles away from him. His peers at school and his parents and everyone else in between.

Somehow, in this moment, the idea fails to make him glow.

[anghraine]

tulinlina said: 

I am loving bardcore too! <3

It’s so fun!

arsonlupin said: 

I JUST SAW THIS. Kuvira’s “”“heterosexuality.”“” ok

lmao, right?

[anghraine]

tulinlina replied to your post “I got an A on the five-part midterm from hell!!”

Felicidades!!!

graciaaaas :D :D

[anghraine]

Next!

K-2SO managed to draw itself up into further heights of indignation. “She has me. I am superior to any collection of organic matter.” 

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I have not read it yet but will get to it eventually. Also, is there a less shitty way to respond to replies on tumblr?

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apfelhalm replied to your post

you could keep the old cello and use it for decoration or turn it into something different (like a plant pot ;)) but I'd def buy myself a functioning cello

Sadly, no - the deal with the guy is that I give him mine and just pay for the difference in price. I couldn’t really afford paying for a cello without that. I mean, I can barely afford it like this...

tulinlina replied to your post

oh god that's so shitty. why do they even think their opinion counts at all? <3

Well, one of them just has opinions on everything, whether it concerns her or not, one confuses “helping” with “putting your nose in other peoples’ business” and one’s just kind of an ass.

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tulinlina replied to your post: The paintball thing has been shifted to sunday....

self made cosmetics is such a cool gift! only if you have the time and energy and your friend merits the effort tho

Thanks! I think (I hope) she’d appreciate it, too...

Right now I’m more concerned about the paintball portion about it - the place is pretty far out, and they wanna leave around eight, so I’d have to get up around six (on a sunday!!!) to get there or go today and stay the night and... why do these things always have to take up so much of my precious time!