#and also all the revolution twinks too i guess

[wilberave]

i’ll say it. i’m not afraid. sometimes i miss the 2012 les mis fandom.

[wellntruly]

It's time. Actually we can just repeat that last image again:

A Group That Barely Missed NOT Becoming Historic, but yet !!

Chuckle, he's just so wild for this.

I mean it’s not like Victor Marie Hugo does not frequently in this opus interrupt the plot to just explain a little guy to you, but it’s that there are nine of them.

To do this with nine little guys in a row….

Even if there were nothing else about this set of characters bonking around within the duvet cover of my brain, the structural chaos of the way the musical just suddenly releases the gates and lets flood the stage with Charli XCX's Boys one hour into a show where they had not been previous, is not in fact dissimilar at all to the sensation of reaching this chapter of the novel, wholly halfway through, and having a nine-part dramatis personae and a floor plan poured onto you like a sheaf of papers from a moderate height. Hugo what??!, you call out as you scramble to keep them together, but he’s already laughed his way offstage, and will now never explain himself.

Anyway, what follows is exactly what you want: a sort of recap-rundown-commentary on who all I’ve just been re-introduced to, and how.

We start at the top:

Enjolras

I mean of course he is, this feels like it explains a Lot actually, but my god Enjolras is a wealthy only child? Oh baby…very dark turns this story could have taken!

Anyway he’s gorgeous and mean. Classic rich twink behavior.

Priestly, disdainful (these are all direct Hapgood translations)

Rosy pale, 22 but looks 17—oh so Timothée Chalamet in Call Me By Your Name but blonde and loves WAR

Literally described as not knowing women exist and glaring at any that approach him, so, guess maybe this liberté and egalité really is just for the fraternité

Does not break revolutionary focus for any of the world’s stock of beauty or joy

I’ve never played DND but the amount of warlike and priestlike imagery combined here makes me suspect this guy is hardcore cleric, and it’s the one angle where I’m interested in him in himself and not just as a cold beautiful force that contextualizes other characters’ inner dramas

“Woe to the love affair that should have risked itself beside him!” I said this to a friend, and then revisited it to be sure, and will now at last say it here: the point of Enjolras is that he’s never going to sleep with you, and that too has meaning! The Point of Enjolras is that he’s just everyone’s Clive. Here is E.M. Forster in 1960 looking back on his Maurice (1914) and describing, I swear to you, Clive Durham, not his Edwardian Oxbridge AU Enjolras (as far as we know):

What Italian boy, what French, maybe… Anyway I’m not blowing a whole thesis on passage one so we'll leave it at that, just some food for thought!

Combeferre

“Between the logic of the Revolution and its philosophy there exists this difference—that its logic may end in war, whereas its philosophy can end only in peace.” I had to Close the Book for a second, uh oh! Uh oh I’m gonna be real tender over you in 2022 huh!

Best friend, confidante

“The Revolution was more adapted for breathing with Combeferre than with Enjolras.” I find the atmosphere he creates incredibly comforting. Imagine if you could breathe.

Gentle 😩

Sweet nerd! Gets excited over arteries and geology—a Harry Goodsir! Oh noo

It’s the 1830s and Combeferre is also complaining that literary education just confines itself to “the classics”—Combeferre wants to decolonize yr syllabus

Combeferre is out of undergrad and it shows

A purist & scientist but also thoughtful even on mythic creatures

“He believed in all dreams, railroads, the suppression of suffering in chirurgical operations, the fixing of images in the dark chamber, the electric telegraph, the steering of balloons”—I just, love him

Maybe holds a bit too much of an emphasis on innocence as goodness, like Hugo!

Je(h)an Prouvaire

Ren Faire. We love him.

(Knows what a woman is, and feels bad they have it so shitty)

Likes long walks, flowers, and POETIC GRANDEUR

Also a wealthy only son!

Blushing awkward dear but doesn’t let that stop him

Really I’m loving how endearingly embarrassing Prouvaire is, everyone needs an embarrassing friend who dresses poorly and has romantic nerd interests

Feuilly

Working class hero

Self-taught liberator of the people

Wow a lot of this ends up being a lament for the partition of Poland in 1772

Pretty sparse on personality details here since so much really was just about Poland, but: a generous heart

Courfeyrac

One of my favorite French names to say, definitely badly

“The particle, as everyone knows, possesses no significance.” Sounds like something someone without a particle would say, M. Hugo

“We might almost, so far as Courfeyrac is concerned, stop here, and confine ourselves to saying with regard to what remains: ‘For Courfeyrac, see Tholomyes.’” [Gasp], No! Say more! Say you lied just now and he’s not like Tholomyes!

“Only, Courfeyrac was an honorable fellow. Beneath the apparent similarities of the exterior mind, the difference between him and Tholomyes was very great.” Oh thank god! Also what! How can I ask this weird specific thing of Hugo and he delivers

“There was in Tholomyes a district attorney, and in Courfeyrac a paladin.” Wait hang on, now what is happening. Do we have to DND all these fuckers? Oh god I do Not know enough about DND…ah whatever I’ll do this blind: Feuilly is a ranger, Prouvaire is a druid, Combeferre’s a…wizard, a warlock? Whatever one is book learning not deals. Alright who’s next!

Bahorel

A ROGUE!

Aw I remembered “daring waistcoats and scarlet opinions”—now that’s a Hugoism

The button at the end of this run-on description “a student in his eleventh year”—sublime

Anyway he is good-nature and keeps bad company (again sublime), a bit of a scamp, respects others so they respect him, and saunters. “To stray is human. To saunter is Parisian.”

“In reality, he had a penetrating mind and was more of a thinker than appeared to view.”

Y’know what I think he’s Eames

Lesgle/L’Aigle/Legle [de Meaux]/Bossuet

The depths of French punning with this name I simply cannot fathom

Anyway, extremely unlucky and extremely jovial about it

Ostensibly a law student. Mostly just lives with Joly because he’s always losing what money he has.

Feels like a Dickens character really. What will befall this young man next! Picaresque energy.

Joly

Medical student

Hypochondriac to the point of mysticism—well that’s fun

The gayest! #text

Agreeably eccentric

Oh really elated I remembered correctly and the rest of them actually do call him Jolllly, that that was canon

“Joly had a trick of touching his nose with the tip of his cane, which is an indication of a sagacious mind.” Okay!

So he’s just any character played by Ben Whishaw, yeah? Neurotic fluttery-manic bird-boned weirdo, adorable.

Haha Hugo you’re feinting like you’re gonna skip him. I know you aren’t.

Grantaire

Le sceptique

“Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in anything.” there is So. Much. packed into That!

What this litany of how he knew “the best place for everything” actually tells is that Grantaire holds a lasting memory of every nice moment he has experienced. Haha fuck, fuck fuck fuck

“Grantaire is impossible” is a hilarious thing to say about his appearance. Also how do other English translators do what Florence Hapgood has chosen as “homely,” “inordinately” so

Knows what women are, thinks they’re all beautiful

A libertine, a fatalist, very drunk

It’s reeeaally presented as Grantaire being almost transfixed by the oppositeness of Enjolras to him. It’s like he’s nigh helpless in the matter, like it’s planetary—Grantaire is mess and doubt, he is therefore anchored to this pristine believer.

“He had need of Enjolras.” God this line fucks me up

The “yielding” descriptor fucks me up too. Grantaire will allow pretty much anything, including, we see, his own harsh treatment

“He was ironical and cordial. His indifference loved. His mind could get along without belief, but his heart could not get along without friendship.” [softly] stop..

Anyway love when Hugo just falls to listing every gay ass Greek figure he can think of to make sure we really get it

Haha IT’S SAD :(

Anyway I’ve made this:

Do Les Amis Know What A Woman Is, Ranked

Enjolras - no

Joly - loses half his points because so much of his definition is Pliny the Elder fabulisms

Feuilly - aware of the principle, mostly as pertains to the partition of Poland

Bahorel - sure! dames!

Bossuet - haha oh yes a woman robbed me once

Courfeyrac - would you like to know what a woman is ;)

Prouvaire - yes, the poor creatures

Combeferre - 100% a brother of sisters, at minimum two

Grantaire - all Women are Goddesses

Not Rated: Marius - give him a moment!

[Brickolage]

[sunnysviolin]

AHHH I just wanted to say I love ur blog lots and your headcannons and fic just feel so right for all the Omori characters! >B) So I thought I'd offer you the headcannon of Basil becoming a Guerrilla gardener (i looked it and thats whats its called apparently??) post good end. Like he gets really into growing plants native to the ecosystem and pots them in every empty piece of public land he can find. For me it feels like a natural development of his cannon interests, but what do you think? :O

Awww ty nonnie!! I try to make each of them their own being but the way I write is by bringing myself into each of the characters and a facet of my own personality, so it’s lovely to hear you like them sm!! And I am a BIG fan of Guerrilla gardening :O I think it is personally very brave and sexy to destroy golf courses. I hope you don’t mind me tweaking your idea a bit, but @tamameggy @mr-random-artist and others inspired me with Delinquent AU…..blame them

Delinquent Basil is 100000% a guerilla gardener. His main specialty is hedge graffiti. 

You know those plant walls? Well Basil does something similar to that where he lays out a drawing or a phrase using a mixture with hedge seeds and then he sneaks out to water and tend to them. Slowly the plants grow to the image he put together. It’s the world's prettiest graffiti, so no one ever really takes it down and most of the town actually likes it a lot. They can guess it’s Basil that does it, but again it’s pretty, so they don’t mind. 

Basil’s scooter has succulents in the basket. No he does not take criticism. He’s named all of them after a specific hooligan. 

He doesn’t die all of his hair, but he does get some green highlights and keeps his flower in his hair. 

Basil has a faux leather jacket with patches and pins all about the earth. It’s punk and ecologically friendly. 

The other hooligans also really get into the eco revolution and they help Basil to set up his “drawings”. He loves that they share his interests, even if they’re still kind of confused by them, and he’s been feeling low after Sunny stopped talking to him (and stopped leaving his house altogether) so he leans heavily into his new friends. 

Basil will go on long hyperfixation rants about climate change and the earth and the hooligans sit like that twink that was watching the drunk guy at the party. Basil will pause in the middle and get really flustered, but they all always immediately tell him to keep going. 

In this AU idea Kel and Aubrey also are delinquents at least to me. Aubrey is just Aubrey, and Kel joins because Hero is still depressed and Kel really just wants to numb that out. He hates going home to see his brother lying in bed like he died alongside Mari so his solution is just to not go home. 

Sometimes its hard for Basil to be around Kel knowing he’s the source of all of Kel’s misery, but Basil ignores that and instead teaches Kel how to make flower bombs instead. 

They all sneak onto the local golf course and when the sprinklers start going the two of them lob over a dozen of them all over the field. They get covered head to toe in mud and they are loud laughing so they nearly get caught, but it’s the first time Basil has seen Kel be anything like he used to be before Basil destroyed their lives trying to save Sunny, so Basil can’t feel that bad about destroying the golf course

That patch of the course blooms into endless sunflowers, and there’s not much that can be done to salvage it. He and Kel do this a few more times before they are caught and charged with destruction of property. 

There isn’t any evidence they were the people who did every other flower bombing (not to mention the local police don’t even know what flower bombing is) so they’re let go with a minor trespassing charge. Kel’s mother and father are furious, Basil’s parents are MIA, and neither boy can manage to care. They go out the next week and go back to the course to rip it up some more. 

The hooligans take the old secret spot where the group of six used to go and turn it into a garden. Seeing Mari’s old picnic blanket faded in the sunlight and remembering what this place used to be hurts too bad, so Basil turns it into a garden instead. That’s better. That will help him to forget what he did. 

It doesn’t.

[ksslr]

ikeseries men i could beat up in a fistfight

everything under the cut so i dont clog your dash with an annoyingly long post. don’t take this seriously for the love of god.

IKEMEN REVOLUTION:

- i could easily destroy fenrir in a fight. i don’t care if he’s got guns that put people to sleep (in what sense of the word, sir?). i’ll fight him and win. the way he dresses up makes me go Catholic Beast Mode and i would grind him into a fine red mist with my balled fists.

- jonah is a bitchass and i could fold him in half with no effort whatsoever. i’ll end you, toothpaste mozart. 

- i could probably fold seth too but if he limped his wrist at me i’d go ‘omg youre gay too? bestieeeeeee’ and we’d be best friends forever.

- i feel like if i was in the same room as lancelot i would black out and when i woke up lancelot would be nothing but a splatter on the wall. something bout his ass pisses me off!!!!!!!

- fuckin’...... edgar. his mcdonalds ass bangs won’t stop me from slapping him so hard his tiny raccoon brain will rattle inside of his skull. i love a smug bastard but edgar is weak and i am stronger than him.

- kyle. just the fact that his name is kyle ash is a huge handicap to both his love life AND his physical strength so yeah. i could win against him. guess the doctor’s gonna be dead on arrival. 

- oliver. i’ll fight both his adult form and his child form, but his child form is way more puntable into the sun.

- loki. catboys are inherently weak so i could subdue him easily.

IKEMEN SENGOKU:

- nobunaga. “i own ur body babe ;)” yeah and my fist owns a huge plot of land directly on your face. there’s no warlord within a 50 kilometer radius to hold me back. when i see nobunaga? it’s on sight.

- iyeasu. if that child lookin ass talked to me like that i would bend his spine like licorice. no mercy.

- mitsuhide. i don’t care how scheming he is, i will wipe the floor with his face.

- yoshimoto. your days are counted, art twink.

- motonari. it’ll be a VERY VERY close match but if motonari ever killed me i’d crawl my soul back to my body and come back to life because i refuse to die by his hands.

IKEMEN VAMPIRE: 

- arthur. yeah he’s my favorite but also he’s british so i am, by all means, stronger than he is.

- shakespeare. if he pulls another fucking ‘art thou’ out of his ass while talking i am going to cast Chaturbhuja on him for Mega Almighty-Physical damage, random enemies, 100% hit-rate.

- theodorus. if he calls me hondje one more time i’m going to Mad Dog of Shimano his ass. would hesitate though because if i fight theo, vincent would be sad. consider yourself spared, theo.

- isaac. british people aren’t real and when i’m done with him that’ll be extra true <3

- sebastian. i’m going to flick him on the forehead so hard it’ll dent his skull. 

- charles. if he looks at me funny i’ll swipe my venomous claws at him. tf you lookin at with ‘em big ole eyes!!!!

[marueonmain]

WINDFLOWER

part one ~ caught sight of her ~

(part one)

A/N: I wanted to write this for awhile. It’s the first fanfic I’ve ever written so it might not be amazing, but I hope it’s good and that you enjoy it! I will be getting some of the English aspects wrong (sorry).

Summary: Alex is not the kind of man (if given the chance) to steal another man's girlfriend. Or is he? 

Pairing: imallexx x reader

Warning: Set in 2020. Mentions of the Budweiser Bug. (Sam is an OC)

Word Count: 2.5k

It was a warm and late afternoon.

There was a short break in the clouds and the sunlight streamed through to bounce off his sunglasses, as he walked the pavement.

It was a warm and late afternoon – teetering on hot.

Alex wore his white Gucci button-up which was fantastic for not attracting heat. Still there were noticeable wet spots under his arms. For each street closer he was to his apartment building he quickened his pace and rolled his shoulders back. Adjusting – so that the cloth might peel off from his skin without him having to directly pinch it out from his armpits. Alex did not like being sweaty – but who did?

Despite how he might have felt about crowds or said crowds looking at him, he more often than not enjoyed the loudness of his expensive shirts, his california twink shorts, even his odd hair colours (if applicable). What these preferences said for his personality was anyone's guess.

Maybe he was secure enough in his identity to enjoy things that are deemed as classically feminine. Maybe he was making a statement on the gender binary, or the expectations of traditional masculinity.

Maybe he had stared into the darkness inside long enough that he could not bear having to see it outside as well. Or maybe he liked pink – thought it complimented his cool skin tone or his lip colour.

Which it did.

One street from his building, Alex picked up his feet and sped up. He reached the front entrance; his hand went for the door handle and – WHAM!

Alex grasped at his nose, which had connected first with the glass of the door as it swung out. There was no red on his hands as he drew them back to check, but there was a general throbbing radiating out from the middle of his face.

From above him, a man asked, "Shit, you alright there?" His voice was rich like a slice of peanut butter cheesecake drizzled in a chocolate sauce of genuine concern. While he spoke, the man dropped the large cardboard box he was holding – it hit the ground like it weighed well over seven stone – and sidestepped out from the other side of the door.

"No. Yeah. Fuck, give me a moment."

"I could get you ice or something, maybe?" The man held his hand out in the air at an odd distance from Alex’s left shoulder, hesitant it seemed to touch him.

"It's fine." His eyes spotted the hand, then the discarded box. It was wrapped tight in tape, across the top was written STORAGE in permanent marker. Alex gestured to the building and asked, "You moving out?"

"Moving in actually, I just grabbed the wrong box by accident. Maybe one of these days I'll learn how to read." He bent over and picked the box up.

"Well, I'm Alex. 205"

"Sam. 305." (a floor above) "Everyone calls me Sammy."

How to describe Sammy. Picture an elk – a blond elk. A majestic beast for sure. Picture that and then make it stand on its hind legs and also be a person. He had a naturally muscular build and an evident dedication to a workout regimen – not too intense like three or four times a week.

Everything about him appeared likeable, charming. Certainly, it was his voice. As well as the goofy smile, how he carried himself ~the confidence~ and how he held a comfortable amount of eye contact.

Alex gave a polite smile. In the pit of his stomach something was building – he had not eaten in at least ten hours – a feeling like optimism. Surely, if he were courteous and pleasant now, perhaps this new neighbor might be less willing to lodge noise complaints against him later on.

"You look strong." Sammy cleared his throat before continuing, "There's a couple-three more boxes left I got to bring up. And a sofa. I'll never be able to get that thing up myself. You're heading up, right? You wouldn't mind helping, would you?"

"No. No—I mean, yes. I will help you." It was a class rendition of George's commentary stutter.

"Great! I got to get the truck unloaded before the game. You're really doing me a solid." Sammy's smile widened to be a bit open-mouthed – like that of a dog after being told it was a good boy. He led Alex to the other end of the car park, to the truck, the sofa, and the boxes.

Alex stood waiting – as Sammy crawled into the truck bed – to help ease the sofa out. He tried to get a good hold around the back of it as it sprung out at him. Sammy pushed on his end, putting a lot of unjustified faith into a stranger.

He did not hear a complaint from Alex, just a string of strained grunts.

Sammy hopped out – boots hit the ground, and he took over the lifting part of moving furniture while Alex acted more as a guiding hand.

Walking toward the building, Alex shouted across the sofa, "Who you cheering for tonight?"

"Newcastle! Who else? Best there is in the whole sport far as I can tell."

A bark of a laugh shot from Alex's mouth. "I've got someone you have to meet."

Hanging around Sammy – for the time it took to maneuver the sofa in/out of the lift and to retrieve the remaining boxes and haul them up – was not not enjoyable. It was comfortable.

Alex did not think about the manual labor he had been tricked into doing; instead, he was preoccupied with chattering on and on as both rode the lift up. He answered all Sammy's questions – about the building, the people, the area.

He rinsed the other man for his team preferences and his truck – despite Alex himself not being able to drive. And while there was a lot of damning material for Sammy to 'fire back' with, he did not.

With arms shaking slightly under the weight of the last medium-large sized box, Alex went on with his lighthearted ribbing. And Sammy just laughed along. Even snorting once.

"Not even joking – are you a comedian or something?"

Alex beamed. "Or something."

Both men had a chance to rattle off some horror stories of the absolute shitholes they had rented in the past.

DING of the lift doors opening interrupted a rant on neighbors who complained about the littlest of noises, which Alex continued after stepping into the hall.

Then, it was done. The last boxes were set on the floor of the bare-walled apartment. What was Alex meant to do now? Leave? Hang around? Ask for a drink?

It was not like he was desperate for friends, just that Sammy was genuine, and it never hurt to have someone to ring up to accompany him on a night out or if Alex ever got evicted again.

Sammy dragged out a dramatic sigh as he straightened up, leaving the last box he had carried up – labeled DISHWARE – next to the sofa. Raising his arms above his head, he stretched out his back. Alex might have done the same, but he was conscious of the absurdly damp state of his underarms.

"I'm having friends over for drinks and to watch the game," Alex began. "Maybe a few rounds of FIFA afterwards. You should come – if you want, or not. There'll be money on it, and I tend to lose a lot."

"You just helped me move a sofa up three floors, shouldn't I be the one offering you something?" Sammy slapped Alex on the shoulder perhaps harder than he meant, perhaps not taking into consideration the size difference.

"There's nothing I need."

"Well, it sounds fun. I'll be sure to come round! And I'll—"

KNOCK. KNOCK.

A young woman stepped through the apartment door while her gaze held an intense focus on her wristwatch for too long. Like it does not take anyone who knows how to read a manual clock that long to figure out the time. She was looking at it just to look at it – to look preoccupied.

Shoulders a bit rolled in and posture a bit poor, she took five steps in and closed the door before even looking up. She pulled her head up from her wristwatch.

Upon seeing the space, her eyes brightened and shined. She gasped a small (not surprised but delighted) gasp, smiling big. And—and—oh.

OH.

OOOHhoho. Oh.

Oh, no.

Alex caught sight of her, and he was gone.

And it was not that she was perfect. No, she was not the airbrushed model of the advertisements on the tube. No. She was her, and it was ~ugh~ it was almost indescribable. It was the fit of her clothes and her hair and the cute ears. It was all of those separately and all of those at once, at the same time.

Seeing her was like living in a significant moment in history. Like attending a World's Fair, holding a piece of the Berlin Wall as it was being torn down, or standing on the frontline of a revolution.

It was having an inkling – a fervent gut feeling – knowing that what was happening was momentous and would leave an everlasting impact. But, for the time being, he was just in it: living it. Experiencing everything with the understanding that millions of different pieces had to have fallen into place for this one thing to happen and he. was. there.

"Hi, Red." Sammy caught her in a tight vice-like embrace.

"Hello." It was muffled a smidge from having her face buried in his shirt. She broke apart from him first.

"Alex, this is my girlfriend. Y/N. We call her Red." He said, keeping her close with an arm snaked around her middle while she gazed up at him.

In their brief time hanging out together, Alex had not considered that Sammy might have a girlfriend, nor did he consider that Sammy might not have a girlfriend.

He had not thought about it at all. Not in the slightest.

"Nice to meet you." Alex reached out his hand.

Y/N tore her gaze from Sammy and stared at the hand in front of her; she pondered it. Not moving. Her face flushed like she was going to be ill.

"Um...I..." He retracted his hand, shoving it deep into the pocket of his shorts.

"She won't shake your hand, mate, nothing against you – just a germaphobe. That's on me for not telling you beforehand."

"That's alright. I guess we're not meant to be shaking hands anyway." An awkward chuckle drippled off his tongue to which he did not receive a reaction. "With the Budweiser Bug and all."

"Oh, I'm not scared of that. People overreact." Sammy switched gears and moved to stand at Alex’s side.

Alex continued smiling as he considered how that might have been the most ignorant thing he had heard all month. But not everyone had the opportunities to take higher education courses as he had.

Y/N kept quiet during their exchange and after looking over Alex once more (avoiding his face), she flickered her gaze to Sammy.

It was like standing in the same room with someone on the phone and getting one half of the conversation. Alex was left guessing based on how confused and uncomfortable Y/N appeared to be as to what expression Sammy was using to respond to her questioning gaze.

Whatever he must have signaled or mouthed, it worked.

"Hello," Y/N addressed him simply as she set sail those dazzling eyes of hers into the peaceful seas of Alex's blue set, "It's nice to meet you as well."

It was a voice to tune-in to over the general hum of a group of speakers. A voice that might be complimented as being good for radio. A voice clear and crisp like water (from anywhere but London tap).

Alex wanted to keep her talking – to hear her mind and her thoughts. Hear her present a speech, putter a nervous ramble, or just word vomit. Hear how she pronounces each consonant and vowel. And if there were specific words that carried a different accent than the rest. Where did those come from? Where did she come from?

Notwithstanding his questionable reputation in a few corners of the internet, Alex was not a complete and utter irrational weirdo. He did have a brain which he would use part of the time.

It was not unlike him to be struck with crushes on young women and men he met in passing—he was human; it happens. If he was feeling extra alone, that crush might linger longer.

Might stumble into his dreams.

That is all it was—a crush. Right? Then why did it feel different? Not like that of a sudden burst of flames but of a washing-over sense of relief – an unquestionable assuredness in something new.

New or not, Alex was determined not to be weird about it.

"Why go by Red?" ...when Y/N is so fitting, so beautiful. Mission: Don't Be Weird Status: Failed

"What do you mean?" she asked with her head cocked to the left.

"Come on." With a clear sense of boredom in the direction of the conversation, Sammy strolled to the sofa and sat on it. He ripped into the cardboard box labeled DISHWARE and began emptying plates and mugs onto the cushion next to him. Speaking a bit louder to be heard over the tearing of tape, he offered, "Isn't it obvious?"

"Guess not. Or I might just be a little thick."

Everyone ignored his comment.

"You know, if you want to stick around some, Red's making quiche."

"Quiche?" Alex walked toward the back of the sofa – stopping a few meters short. "More of a breakfast food, don't you think?"

Bringing a hand to his chest in mock shock and offence, Sammy declared, "Food does not have curfews!"

"Except at hotels...and McDonald's."

"No. No, not McDonald's. Not for a while now; where have you been?"

Alex rolled his eyes; while searching for some support in the conversation, he turned to find Y/N had disappeared in the single second she was out of his sights.

A disappointed frown formed on his pink lips.

Perhaps it was a cue for him to leave as well. "I got to run. I'll be seeing you then?"

"Right," said Sammy. "Go Newcastle! Yeah?"

Alex thumped his closed fist twice against his chest in an odd gesture (which meant nothing) and smiled a closed mouth smile as he stepped backwards out the apartment door to the carpeted hall.

Sammy chuckled and shook his head, "You're a funny guy, Alex."

[skottsalva-archive]

OK SO my personal and maybe a bit lengthy Utaite Onions. for @sexyrichietozier my brother in law and fellow man of culture

i cant make an utaite list and not start with the triple m. or. My Man Mafu

since you're a fan of merry bad end, you probably already know about mafumafu (since. yknow. he wrote the dang thing) BUT im sorry i love him and his twink ass voice so hes going at the top of the list because im gay!

mafu is in a band (or. songwriting duo? whatever) with soraru, its called After the Rain and they make some pretty good stuff?? mafu himself does a lot of fast and usually pretty rocky music, and he goes REALLY high. he also screams sometimes. i love him

OSHAKASHAMA (im kin with his cover. i wish i was kidding): https://youtu.be/zaYeKesLkkg

Role-Playing Game (collab w/ soraru, urata, and sakatan): https://youtu.be/E286KqzpkKw

Ikanaide (a classic. still makes me cry though): https://youtu.be/I1qo9ZxoF04

Swaying from Season to Season (collab w/soraru): https://youtu.be/M7sr5zv1EkI

ok since i recommended mafu i guess im recommending soraru too bc theyre a package deal. i dont like him as much as i like mafu but if you like deep voices then by all means look him up

second on my list..... drdrdrdrd TSCHH its EVE!

eve does a lot of original music nowadays, but its all really good shit anyway so. do i care? No.

Demon Dance Tokyo: https://youtu.be/BLgqyQMjd5s

As You Like It: https://youtu.be/nROvY9uiYYk

Haita (collab w/ sou): https://youtu.be/UEddxBXBWqM

Andromeda Andromeda (collab w/ sou): https://youtu.be/ikjjk5Kdjfs

eve and sou do a lot of covers together and sou is also really good???? so im doing a section on him too

Redīre: https://youtu.be/shH-q0EIaXM

Kokoronashi (have fun): https://youtu.be/6KNPNJHrv9I

Echo of a Voice in the Rain: https://youtu.be/bs2UnMjYrGY

hmmmmmm then theres uki3/ewe!! he recently started doing self covers and theyre actually super good, i was a fan of his songs before (v chill vibes) but his voice is so nice and really... unique? hard to explain

quiet room: https://youtu.be/pYoCy5BHoo0

cutlery: https://youtu.be/vhYsFIDAt2I

cafune (my favourite, but regrettably the only one without subs): https://youtu.be/ZMr-NSpdumQ

also can we talk about megater zero. ive been dying to talk about megater zero,

Synesthesia Ghost (the editing/mixing is kinda meh but the raw power of his voice alone makes this one of my favourite covers of this song TO DATE): https://youtu.be/xt7a5KFbC7I

Dive!! (im crying in the cube, richie): https://youtu.be/gx9EduGOpvM

Ghost Straight (unrelated to the song but god i wish that were all straights): https://youtu.be/fRJpTQMfeg4

Tennessee Cooler: https://youtu.be/GzrT7WVgBJ0

MAN i love megater so much his voice is so strong and its nice to hear a rougher deep voice for once. im tired of all these silky smooth honey voices. give me some fucking rocks

ok last one because this post is already a mile and a half long. but KANSERU (aka kanzentaicell? it varies) hes... actually done some suprisingly cute songs between all of those rock covers???

Toluthin Antenna: https://youtu.be/vYjbYyzgsiE

PONPONPON (yeah. you heard me): https://youtu.be/5E9qmiq3VMY

Cynic: https://youtu.be/C894sKxhClc

AntiBeat: https://youtu.be/a9yhoNx9-5c

Rapberry*Monster: https://youtu.be/hKeu9LKYaVs

also i lied im finishing this list off with REOL because she is my QUEEN and she deserves nothing less than the finale

Astronauts (one of my favourite covers. from anyone, of anything. period.): https://youtu.be/B776HM2cZWM

Brain Revolution Girl (collab w/ ill.bell): https://youtu.be/UZxgZA9D_a4

Delusion Tax (collab w/ nqrse): https://youtu.be/lYo4jUqGqAQ

Streaming Heart: https://youtu.be/DtSSkyyCdiE

BAM there are tons more i could mention (the rest of the soramafuurasaka squad, ill.bell and nqrse deserve their own sections, amatsuki, the list goes on) but im gonna cut it short because these guys are my personal favourites and also it is 2.20 am on a weekday. im ready for death