Oh, And It's One Thing To Count The Stars In The Sky But It's Another To Count The Bells In Your Laugh

france: ten

france: twenty

france: thirty

france: forty

france: fifty

france: sixty

france:

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france: sixty ten

world: france what are you do—

france: four twenties

world: france stop it

france: four twenties ten

world: france that doesn't even make any sense

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france: hundred.

Joly and Grantaire

It was a simple drive to out to town to get some food for dinner. Joly was working so Grantaire took Angelina with him. Everything happened to so fast after that.

Joly heard about a little girl with a broken from a car accident whose Father had thrown himself over the little girl. The young Doctor’s phone rang as a nurse made the call for to the dead man’s husbands. At this realization Joly ran to Angelina’s room, she was sleeping. As he moved closer Joly could see tear stains on her cheeks.

i say this every year but tumblr didn’t start doing april fools’ gimmicks until 2014. one year previous, April 1st, 2013, was a certain Incident that i am CONVINCED caused @staff to think “we have to make an april fools’ theme ourselves, because if left to their own devices, they’ll do… That”

This website is like a suicide hotline but with text chat instead.  I would appreciate it if you guys helped spread the word.

|| in which somebody might not have thought things through quite as much as he could have. WIP.

I understand that not everyone sees the big picture. I'm willing — we goblins are willing to make sacrifices to accelerate the collapse of this corrupt world. Yes, obviously some people will be hurt in the short term, and that's regrettable. But once the new world dawns ... 

oots 1212.

pour one out for the patron saint of the sunk-cost fallacy.

Alkali metals reacting in water

So I’m still going through most of this blog, archiving the old rp stuff offline and deleting the posts themselves. If anybody who I used to rp with here (when this blog was still called ask-the-hypochondriac) wants any of those screenshots, you are more than welcome to contact me and I’ll send copies of them to you.

But yeah, if anybody’s been paying attention to the change in url, this is now gonna be my fic and sketch blog. So I’m going to be rebageling drabbles and fics from my other rp blogs here, dumping original stuff here, posting sketches, that kind of thing. Probably mostly going to be centered on LOTR and the Silmarillion since that’s mostly the fandom I’m in right now.

He is blindfolded. That is the first thing he registers. Then:

Footsteps.

"There's something beautiful about the body, isn't there?"

Clinking noises.

"The way everything is connected, and it all works smoothly. One flawless machine."

A small, uncomfortable, pained laugh.

"Well, not flawless. A delicate thing, the body. Easily broken. Easily -- corroded. Like silver."

Silence, then -- again, footsteps. Closer.

"But when it's healthy ..." A hand running down his chest, tracing from breastbone to navel. "When it's healthy, it's breathtaking. There is a reason we find portraits to be art, do we not? The body itself is art."

A nick, at the diagonal between neck and collarbone. Exactly forty-five degrees.

"You are very beautiful, Enjolras."

A light dragging sensation following the angle, down to the sternum. The same on the other side. Slight pressure at the vertex, running down the line the hand traced earlier. Only afterwards is the tiny sound of skin breaking registered; the blade is sharp.

"I want to see all of you."

remind me again why i decided to get invested in game of thrones when there are fcking ice zombies and zombies are one of my least favorite horror tropes