Jehan the Romantic @thepoetofthebarricade - Tumblr Blog

no offense but trying to find a problematic behavior on literally every single person and every single situation is absolutely ridiculous and maybe the problematic one is you

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A post so nice, I’ll reblog it twice.

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If you’re smelling shit everywhere you go, it’s time to look under your own shoe.

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Can we just take a minute to evaluate the Sprouse brothers please

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saying stuff like that can really make things worse. I wish my family understood that.

#man this is too real

//So I've been kind of on hiatus for a while, apologies. I kind of needed a break. I will try to be active now or something.

#outofpoetry #ive been really busy as well as uninspired and yeah #im back though #hopefully

#outofpoetry #bleh #ignore me

//rp anyone?

If you want to do this diet with me go check it out. I'm on my phone so I'm anon I'll hit you up later but for now get bit(.)ly/tumblr23

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//rp anyone?

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//I’d love to~

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//Yay :D hop in to my askbox~

//i seem to be forever destined to have 415 followers

#for the last 3 weeks #ive gained and lost and gaines and lost followers #to make that number #its so odd

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Candida Hofer - Libraries (published 2005)

//rp anyone?

#Outofpoetry

Collection of Drabble Prompts

(none of these are mine shh)

War: Your character and mine have been assigned to the same unit in a war. They are also battle buddies.

Lost: Your character took a wrong turn at Albuquerque - my character is going to try to guide yours home

Shipwrecked: We were on a three hour cruise, now we're the only survivors.

Zombie Apocalypse: That's it, they're done for. Might as well go down swinging right? Or maybe they can beat this thing....somehow

Medieval Court: Avoid court scandal? Is your character a prince and mine a princess from a far off court, are they courtier friends? Sky's the limit.

Revenge: Your character has called on mine to exact revenge on someone for something (npc or third character, or fourth welcome)

Absolution: Something terrible happened, and our characters were the cause. Guilt eats away at them every day. Do they find a way to make things right? Or spiral into darkness?

Broken Home: They were happy once, and then they weren't. Our characters are in an abusive relationship.

Take it and leave: Our characters are part of a hold up, are they victims or perpetrators? Worse yet - are they on opposite sides of this equation (best suited for 3+)

The Asylum: One of our characters has been deemed "mad", and the other is the assigned Physician to cure them of this madness.

Stepford: A hoity toity gated community has extended an invitation for our big wig characters to move in. What happens when the wife becomes...perfect?

Saying Goodbye: One of our characters is dying, and instead of just telling the other, they take them on a whirl wind travel tour - ticking off things on their bucket list with their best friend.

You Owe Me: Mafia families with two kids who are best friends. Merger in the making, or war?

Shackled: My character finally got caught, and the only way to save them is to have them shackled to yours for a month.

Star Struck: Our characters space craft has broken down, and life support is on the fritz. Can our character's fix the problem or will they die in space?

Glitz and Glam: Personal assistant to the rising Star. Are they friends? or do they hate each? Are they lovers?

The Crash: 30's Depression Au

I'm Sorry: My character feels guilty for being behind the wheel during the accident that left yours in the hospital.

Drunken Mistakes: Did they get married? What's going on? Our characters can't remember and have to piece together the night before.

Dark Siders: Flip character alignments

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

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Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’

Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.

Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character

Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body

Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.

Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Give Me: my character will give yours a gift

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Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.

Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.

Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.

Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.

Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.

Gloves: How my character deals with news from yours, Specify

Snow: Our characters in the cold together.

Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.

Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.

Love: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.

Lust: I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.

Date: I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.

Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

Fight: I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.

Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together

Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another

Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other

Stars: Our characters under the stars together

Snow: Our characters in the cold together

Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other

Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.

Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight

Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present

Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other

Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.

~CUTSIE ONES~

A Little Sleepy: Your muse falling asleep on my muse.

Cuddles: Our muses cuddling.

Mmph!: Our muses accidentally kissing.

A Little Messy!: Our muses being adorable cleaning up a mess together.

Hold Me...: Your muse has had a nightmare and comes to cuddle mine for safety.

I Kind Of...: My muse confessing that they love yours.

~FEELSY ONES~

Don't Leave Me!: Your muse is dying in my muses arms and mine is frantic, doesn't want to lose you, and doesn't know what to do about it.

Better Me Than You: My muse sacrificing themselves to save the life of yours.

Goodbye: My muse dying in your muse's arms.

A Click And A Bang: My muse accidentally killing yours.

Together Or Not At All: Our muses dying together, telling all their secrets and confessing things.

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Hey Moon, Please Forget to Fall Down (Jehan)

Eléonore hadn’t used to like the night so much, before she had come here. Just a year ago it had simply been a time for sleep, and beyond liking the moon and the stars, she really hadn’t thought about it much. Since she had come to the group home, however, she had grown to love the moon, and the stars obscured by the lights of the city, more than anything else in her life. Aside from when she was with the few friends she had found here (which was rarely), she found night was the only time she could get any peace, and the only time she felt even close to at ease.

Besides, she couldn’t sleep well in her bunk bed. The sheets were never quite clean, and the blanket scratched when she rolled over. Her skin would crawl, and the longer she stayed awake, the more conscious she became of the fact that whole room smelled of a hospital, too-clean, overly sterile, the power of it tickling her nose incessantly, as it did everywhere here. The Home wasn’t much like a home, and the bedroom didn’t feel like much of a bedroom, and it wasn’t as if she was missing much rest, if you thought about it.

So, after the sounds of hundreds of talking children had quieted for the day, and the lights had been turned off, Eléonore would stay up late, and read by the orange light of the streetlamp outside their dingy window, which flimsy curtains could not block. Quietly, she turned the pages, so as not to provoke the ire of the older girls in the room, never quite sure of the time, because the clock in their room was broken. Sometimes, she would think, too, and wish her mother hadn’t died, or that she’d had some relative to go to. But mostly she read, and she became very good at pretending to be asleep, whenever the workers came to check on them. To be honest, though, she didn’t think they really cared.

It was because of this habit that Eléonore often woke up with a book tented on her chest, or lying on the floor beside her, or tangled somewhere in her sheets, as she did this morning. She squirmed out of the bed before she was even fully awake. Yawn. Stretch. Rub itching eyes. She glanced automatically at the clock, permanently reading 4:36, and picked up the book. A page had wrinkled as she slept, and she smoothed it. Finally, she closed the book, without a sound, as she stood, glancing around at her sleeping roommates before sliding it under her mattress, between the springs without so much as a creak. She’d had more books, when she’d first come, but she’d quickly learned to hide anything that you really intended to keep. The silence had come with practice.

Her book properly hidden, she quickly began changing out of her pajamas. She paused as one of the others turned in her bed, hoping she wouldn’t wake, and she didn’t. Eléonore continued. The day clothes she’d been given were old, but mercifully soft, and though it didn’t fit quite right, it was better than the pajamas. She was grateful for them.

Ellie made her bed quickly, and was in the hallway before any of her roommates awoke, the white tiles cold on her bare feet, pale and tired, but successful. Around her, some of the younger kids scurried toward the common room. They chattered excitedly, talking of a charity group that was coming today, how great it would be, that they might bring things for them. As they did every time one of these groups came, most of whom failed to live up to their expectations, the younger ones couldn’t help but get excited. Eléonore, unfortunately, could no longer be anything but doubtful. They failed more often than they succeeded at doing anything really helpful for the orphans, who had been cast into a loveless system. Still, she turned toward the common room, pulling her fingers through a snarl in her hair, the patter of her feet lost among others and their voices. Sometimes, you had to allow yourself a measure of hope.

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It was the first Saturday of the month, and while for most of his friends that meant going to some party or taking the rare opportunity to relax from their studies, for Jehan it meant volunteering at the local orphanage. This was the first time they were going to go to this orphanage, so the poet was in equal measures excited and anxious. No matter how much Courfeyrac liked to tease him for giving up so much free time for it, Jehan loved charity. The poet loved giving back, and hoping that somehow he had made someone's life just a little bit brighter.

He noticed, though, that a lot of the people in that group didn't take it quite as seriously as he did. Some just used it as an excuse to hang out because they honestly had nothing better to do, but most just used it to earn a pat on the back and tell everyone who would listen what upstanding citizens they were. Still more where just there because they had. It irritated Jehan to no end, and he wished there was something he could do about it. But of course, there wasn't, so for now he just had to put up with it. Grudgingly.

It was just another unavoidable, unchangeable thing in his life he'd have to put up with, like how he could hardly ever afford anything other than pizza or ramen noodles and had to work at a coffeeshop in his free time to pay for university. Or how Courfeyrac always had parties and people over at their dorm, making sleep impossible even most nights. Or how he never really had a home to go back to during christmas or thanksgiving, so he would just linger about the dorms.

Jehan had finally arrived at the orphanage after horrendous traffic, yet as he clambered off the bus he noticed that as usual he was the first to arrive, even though he was a bit late. He figured he might as well look around the place while he waited for the others to arrive, which could often take hours. As he walked around the corriders with his hands in his pockets, hands in his pockets, rucksack slung over his shoulder and humming a showtune, what he saw dissapointed him but didn't really suprise him. The poet had seen this kind of orphanage many times before on different charity drives. Poorly funded, barely-kept-together institutions, owned by people who obviously cared little for the welfare of its inhabitants. Another thing that made him queasy. As he was looking around, he figured he also may as well introduce himself. He saw one of the orphans sitting by herself, so he smiled at her a bit nervously. "Bonjour, my name's Jehan. What's yours?"

#//aahhh so late sorry!#askeleonore #also it sucks sorry

RED: THE BLOOD OF MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS,

BLACK: MY WORLD WHEN THEY'RE NOT THERE

RED: THE COLOUR OF FANGIRL DESIRE

BLACK: THE COLOUR OF FEELS AND DESPAAAAIR

#les mis #outofpoetry

//good night