Enjorlas W/ Nice Pristine Red Doc Martens

quick rant-

ok so i just got back from camp & i told this girl i liked her. she liked me last year, i thought she was the only person to truly like me for me, & not this idea of me she made up in her head just like everybody else, (we where too scared to do anything about it last year.) she ended up having a girlfriend tho, so we had a long intense discussion about it, & i found out she liked me for the same reason everybody else did, because i’m “not like everybody else,” because “i take things & make them my own.” you might be wondering what’s so wrong w/ this, well u see here, because i’m so “different,” or whatever, people like to make up these ideas of me in their heads that they expect me to live up to, & when i don’t they loose interest. now these ideas are usually the same every time it’s either; the manic pixie dream girl, or the dark & mysterious “rebel,” which i may seem like to some people on the surface, (apparently,) but i am not at all. i’m a fucking geek. i love poetry & classical literature & art & mythology & superheroes & cryptids & classic rock & punk & video games & comedy & dnd. i’m oddly poetic & weird & honestly a mess. i’m not this fucking johnny depp character all these girls want me to be so they can piss off their parents. & im about to get a whole new one pretty soon since now for some reason i look like fem eddie munson, but at least that one i can try to live up to. idk it’s just really hard to live up to these pedestals put in place for me. people say “just be yourself & the right person will come,” but i’ve been waiting forever now. i’m in high school & i still haven’t had my real first kiss. my brother is 11 years old & has had a girlfriend for like 2 months now. i don’t know, it just feels like i’ll never find somebody. i held out for so long for a girl i was all but too late for.

world ain’t ready…. after all these years it’s still you…. the Best Fanfic of All Time

[IMAGE ID: a page of digital sketches of characters from les miserables as modern teens. this includes Enjolras and Grantaire singing to a song on the car radio, Bahorel holding out a CD, Combeferre and Eponine giving each other side-eye, and Jehan doing the Sonic jump pose with a colorful sweater and shoes. the other images are cropped close-ups, first on Grantaire with his arm around Enjolras and calling him silly pet names, and then of Eponine playing video games and Grantaire with a black eye on prom night. end description.]

leg (part 2)

my heart literally just imploded

Grantaire rested his head against Enjolras’s shoulder. “Do you think we’re like Jack and Rose?”

Enjolras didn’t look up from his phone. “Jack and who?”

“Jack and Rose,” Grantaire repeated, and when Enjolras didn’t answer, he added helpfully, “Like from Titanic.”

Now Enjolras did look up, and even though Grantaire couldn’t see him from his angle, he could hear the scowl in his voice. “Why in the name of all that is holy—”

“It was just the anniversary of the sinking!” Grantaire said with a laugh. “And so Joly, Bossuet and I got stoned and watched the movie.”

Enjolras sighed. “I should have known.” He kissed the top of Grantaire’s head before asking, “So are you Kate Winslet or Leo in whatever scenario you’ve cooked up in your head?”

Grantaire sat up, frowning. “That’s not a fair question. I’m not as hot as Leo and your tits aren’t nearly as magnificent as Kate Winslet’s.”

“I’ll allow it.”

Grantaire cleared his throat. “Anyway, where I was really going with this is that you were born with a silver spoon—”

“Gold-plated stainless steel, if you want to be specific,” Enjolras murmured.

“—shoved all the way up your ass, and I’m just a lower class kid from the street who got in your pants by drawing you.”

Enjolras snorted. “Firstly, you grew up thoroughly middle class and your poverty is mostly of your own making.”

“Harsh, but fair.”

“Secondly,” Enjolras continued, “you didn’t get in my pants by drawing me. You got invited to join Les Amis by drawing me in a political cartoon that we used for advertising. It took several more years for you to get into my pants, and I don’t recall much drawing being involved.”

Grantaire smirked. “Well maybe not with a pencil, but if I need to remind you what I can do with my tongue—”

“Does this Titanic-related metaphor of yours have a point?” Enjolras interrupted, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual.

Grantaire just shrugged. “Mostly that I thought it would be a good backdoor into asking you to let me draw you naked.”

“No.”

If Grantaire was disappointed, he didn’t show it. “You say that now, but you know you’re dying to say it.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “Say what?”

Grantaire leaned in so that his lips brushed against Enjolras’s ear as he whispered, “Draw me like one of your French girls.”

Enjolras laughed, pushing him away. “Absolutely not.”

“Shame,” Grantaire said, laughing as well. “Figured it couldn’t hurt to ask, though.”

Enjolras shook his head affectionately, and picked his phone up again. “For the record,” he said casually, “if you were Jack, and I was Rose, we’d either both find a way to be on that door, or we’d both freeze to death together.”

Grantaire blinked. “Really?”

Enjolras glanced up at him. “You jump, I jump, remember?”

A slow smile spread across Grantaire’s face. “You saying you’d die for me?”

Enjolras rolled his eyes. “I’m saying I’d rather die with you than live without you.”

But Grantaire didn’t seem to have heard him. “You’d die for me,” he said, beaming.

“Only you would find that romantic,” Enjolras murmured. “I, for one, would much rather we live for each other than die for each other.”

Grantaire rested his head against Enjolras’s shoulder, still smiling. “I already do.”

I need this man to rail me like make it hurt ruin this mmm 😋 lol I’m down I wanna get on top and ride him…ride him so good ughh my pu$$y throbs for him lol sry not sry

enough w/ everyone saying loki x sylvie is selfcest it’s literally masturbation

i just saw this & im literally about 2 go 2 my aerial silks lesson rn 😆

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fem jason todd gives me life

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Bless this fan so much honestly 😭😭😭 I’m crying my goodness

I don’t have Twitter to go thank her but if you do please go there

Also do you think I shouldn’t post this? I’ll take it down if you think not I just really want people to see it