Imagine how much scarier zombie movies would be if the zombies smiled when they saw you because they were excited to finally eat. Imagine walking into a building to go and find shelter, scavenge, whatever, and you shine your flashlight into a room only to find several zombies idling there. Your light catches their eyes and they turn to look at you, their expressions desolate and empty. However, the moment they spot you, their open mouths turn to wide uncontrollable smiles and their eyes disappear into slits. They almost look friendly. Maybe even some of them manage to laugh instead of groan. How would you feel after months and months of losing people you know to smiling hoards? How would you feel after every encounter with a joyful zombie leaves you shaken and tired and fearful? How would you feel after hearing the sounds of laughter mixed in with the sounds of screaming and flesh being torn? After everything, what would your brain's wiring process do to you when you see a friend smile? Would you hate smiling? Would you feel rage? Would your brain devolve back into a time where showing one's teeth always meant a threat? What would you do if the joy of the human race was now only kept by the dead
Chicago pop punk so good it's got me throwing three shoes at the lead singer and I only got two feet
People always say that Grantaire woke up and went to die with Enjolras, but no! He didn't! It is worse than that actually! Grantaire had no idea that Enjolras was still alive when he woke up! He was surrounded by his dead friends, broken furniture, blood and complete silence. He didn't leave and save himself, but he also wasn't trying to die with Enjolras. Grantaire got up to find Enjolras' body.
when gerard way sings "the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and when kermit the frog sings "the lovers, the dreamers, and me" they're talking about the same people btw
sometimes it feels like bbc sherlock saved my life and ruined my life at the same time