#ughhhh le sigh

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Perfect Paradise Ch.12:

Don't Talk 'bout Me Like How You Might Know How I Feel

Summary: Back to school.

"H-hey, dude!" Nino rose from his seat to kiss both of Alya's cheeks.

"Hey," Alya returned the favor and plopped down. "Ughhhh!"

Despite his nervousness Nino grinned as Alya let her head fall back and look up at the ceiling. "Rough day?"

Alya slid her hands over her face before sliding them down. "They published some trash in the opinion section about Kagami and I am this close to letting him have it."

"Same guy? I'm surprised they still hire him."

"We don't even know each other and I hate him viscerally!"

"We could always tp his house," Nino suggested jokingly.

"No, that won't work. He lives in an apartment."

Nino chuckled.

The waiter came by with two coffees.

"Thanks dude. We're good for now."

"Oh thank god." Alya grabbed her steaming mug of black coffee and sipped.

"Can you even taste anything while burning your tongue like that?" Nino smirked.

"No comments from the guy trying to stay awake until next week," Alya replied, gesturing to his quadruple expresso mocha.

Nino lifted his drink. "Perks of being the Turtle. No crashes or jitters."

"Lucky! Remind me when that happened?"

"Sometime during university. Woke up after an all nighter with no hangover. Kim was soooo jealous!" Nino laughed.

Alya laughed with him. Likely imagining the look on Kim's face. "Was that before or after...?"

"A few months after we broke up, yeah." Nino thought back to that year. "We were still giving each other space..."

"... Because falling back into old habits was too easy," Alya sighed. "Man, we were dumb."

"Morono-sauruses," Nino agreed, staring at his coffee.

Alya scoffed but grinned. "What about you? I hear you finally performed in a club. And not just any club, Le Chemin Sombre!"

"Adrien and I got married!" Nino exhaled in a rush.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Alya slammed her palms on the table.

"Not so loud!" Nino stage whispered, leaning in.

Alya glanced at the handful of other patrons, who gave her a look at her outburst but otherwise returned to their own mornings. Copying Nino, Alya lowered her voice and scooted closer. "WTF dude? What do you mean you're married!?"

"Well we went to City Hall and filled out the paperwork..."

"Nino, I swear if you don't-"

"He's worried about the kids okay?" Nino ran his hands over his face. "Dude just straight up asked me to take care of them if he couldn't and I just- What was I supposed to say? 'No'!? Yeah right."

"Did you want to say no?"

"No, but... Gah!" Nino dropped his head to the table.

Alya moved his coffee to the side so it wouldn't spill. Patting him on the back.

"I'm not upset," Nino sighed. "Just... processing."

"Right... And it's got nothing to do with Adrien proposing for practical reasons," Alya stated a bit too reasonably.

"Adrien's my bro, dude. Y'know I love him more than anyone."

"Mm-hm. I know. It was kinda obvious when you became his kids' third parent."

"I just said it's a marriage of convenience."

"Actually meant before that... Way, way before. But speaking of the kids, do they know?"

"Not yet."

"Hmmm," Alya said, stressing the silent judgement.

"We're going to tell them!" Nino replied defensively.

"Uh-huh." Suddenly remembering her coffee Alya took a drink.

"We are!"

A few tables away, covered by a minor invisibility Mirage, Wayzz and Trixx played with sugar cubes.

"Oh, things just got interesting," Trixx grinned.

"Must you look at the Young Master like that?" Wayzz asked, poking her cheek with a teaspoon.

Trixx floated out of reach. "Not so young anymore. And it's not my fault your Avatar likes the dramatic ones," she teased.

Wayzz didn't deign that with a response even if he did agree.

(Read the rest on AO3)

[that-homoerotic-blouse]

Rewatching season 2, 3 and 4 it never ceases to amaze me how Moffat really seemed to hate Russell’s companions for some reason. Like, literally in all the episodes he was given for those three seasons, in EVERY SINGLE ONE Moffat found a way to displace the current companion and make the story about his made-up perfect all-mighty all-knowing woman instead. Reinette, Sally, River (okay maybe with Sally it was a bit different because hers is a solo story, but that’s not the point). In GitF Rose is left behind and the Doctor only comes back to tell her that she’s as nagging as her mother. In Blink Martha only has like two lines and one of them is when she tries to talk to Sally through the autocue screen only to be told to stop interrupting by the Doctor. In Silence in the Library Donna is told to shut up several times and even though the Doctor transports her back to the TARDIS for safety, it feels as though he was tired of all her talking and just wanted her out of the way. Whenever these moments happen onscreen it’s like hearing Moffat himself speak through the Doctor’s voice: you are not worthy of this story, you are not important, you are getting in the way, you are only a third-wheel. It’s like he can’t stand hearing companions talk so he deliberately found ways to get rid of them and put them on standby while the Doctor does his thing and saves the day

[mrs-gucci]

Hideaway {King Jacques Le Gris x whore!Reader} [blurb]

anonymous:

King!Le Gris + brothel + hiding away from the palace

author’s notes: hello, hello! ughhhh I love this, thanks so much for submitting :)

warnings: smut. handjob. oral sex. rough blowjob. cock gagging/choking.

(possible) tw’s: brothels. extramarital affair (as was quite common in medieval times).

Everyone in the tavern falls silent when the door slams open and a large hooded man steps through the door. They know who it is already.

“Your highness,” The tavern owner says as the young King removes his snow-covered hood. “How may I serve you?”

“You cannot serve him, James.” You say with a smirk, walking down the stairs. All eyes are on you. “I’m the only one that can serve him.”

Jacques smirks, pushing past the meager man with little regard to stand in front of you, eyes roaming your corset-clad figure. His large, calloused hands seize your waist, squeezing your hips.

“Hello, harlot. You look stunning this night.”

Your hands run down over his broad, tree-like figure, teasing the thick leather belt wrapped around his waist. “You flatter me so, majesty. Let us retreat to a more private space.”

The two of you walk up the creaky tavern stairs and into the private room. Jacques closes and latches the door behind him before draping his cape over the back of the chair. 

A fire crackles in the background as he watches you from where he stands by the door, fingers pulling the ties on his shirt. You return his gaze with one of your own, stepping up in front of him to remove his belt.

“So, what brings you all the way out here on a cold winter’s night, King Jacques? You haven’t come to see me since the warm sun still shone across the land.”

His shirt hangs over his shoulders loosely and a tent has already begun to form in his trousers. 

“I needed to see you, harlot, needed your services. I need an escape from the palace, from my cunt of a wife.”

You smirk, running your hands over his hardened length. “I see. So, your usual, I presume?”

Jacques runs a hand through your hair, then holds the top of your head and forces you down onto your knees in front of him. Your knees slam onto the wooden boards and you cringe at the slight pain, but you maintain eye contact with the King nonetheless.

“Take them off.” He nods down to his tented trousers. “Stroke me in your hand first.”

You heed his commands, pulling his cock out of the trousers and wrapping a hand around his thick shaft, beginning to pump him. His head falls back and a soft sigh escapes his clenched jaw, hips pressing forward.

His breathing grows more and more erratic as your hand moves up and down his pulsing shaft. You smirk, basking in the knowledge that you can render the great King Jacques Le Gris to a mere boy just with your hand.

“Mouth now, harlot.” He grunts, hand tightening in your hair and pushing your head forward.

Your jaw slacks and instantly, you gag when he forces his large length into your mouth aggressively. Your body convulses slightly as your throat constricts around his intrusion.

Jacques’ eyes roll into the back of his head, shoulders slumping as he begins to rock his pelvis back and forth. Sloppy shuck-shuck-shuck noises quickly fill the room as you over-salivate around him, tears beginning to run down your cheeks.

“What a good little harlot mouth.” He growls, teeth gritting. “Nice and hot and tight, so fucking perfect.”

It doesn’t take very long for the King to come undone above you, and only minutes later, he’s shooting rope after rope of his salty seed down your throat with a long, low groan.

You stand up as his highness redresses swiftly. Before he leaves, he hands you a small pouch of shiny gold coins.

“Until we meet again, harlot.”

[brittmeetsworld]

I literally think I’m like falling love with my coworker...I think of her and I get butterflies. Her smile is amazing and I could listen to her talk for hours and never get bored....f*ck I’m so gone for her. Ughhhhhhhhh how did I get here??? Sad thing is I’m pretty sure she’s not into girls. Grrrrrrrrrrrr 😞

[winged-fool]

Hey friend! Anti-max/echo/Maria anon here 🧡🧡 just saw the pics from 3.04… I think the aim for the promo team this season is to shove Maria as far down my throat as possible…. She is just flippin everywhere and I HATE it 😒😒😒 and I see there’s also some Rosa and Wyatt coming up…. Greeeeeeeeeat…. And not a pic of Alex, Michael or Malex to be found……. Cool… cool cool cool cool…. I am rapidly losing hope for Malex this season…. Though I am actually enjoying it so far… I mean I’ll still clown every week 🤡 and flail and rant…. Le sigh…. the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs and the creamy middles of being a Malex fan 🤡🤡🤡

Good morning my friend! Perhaps I have fully embraced my clowning, but I haven't lost hope yet for Malex...the CW is absolutely shit about promoting the show so I feel like they've been purposefully keeping malex promo things under wraps because they fucking suck lol. And again, I might just be clowning around here and wanting to believe in the best for them...

But I am completely with you about all the Maria stuff! What is going on there? They're not even trying to make her likable so why are they pushing her down our throats so much? And ughhhh Wyatt and Rosa, I'm just trying to pretend it's not happening otherwise it will make me too angry.

[oreomonsterhunter]

ON:E D2

Day 2 continued (even though there isn’t really a part one since TuMBlr DeLETed iT and I do not have the energy to try to recreate my thoughts, plus they wouldn’t be first impressions anymore since I’ve seen it already. Le sigh)

My Time is up first and I’m not prepared. My laptop even decided to quit the hell out of the website I was watching from, I assume in an attempt to protect me from 23 year old menace Jeon Jungkook. But the show must go on...

Ok I love the guitar move, I loved it the last two times and I love it now

No one come for me but his voice sounded a tad bit off when he first came in

I say this with love because my eyes and ears are peeled for injuries and strain and it is 2000007191819% believable that jk went too hard on day 1

But you know he’s right back on top again when the backing vocals come in and it sounds like a recording 😍 that’s my boy

I SEE TIDDIES I REPEAT THERE ARE TIDDIES ON THE SCENE

This choreo is impeccable

And I say that having seen it thrice and had my eyes peeled for the footwork and hand work because jk can Dance with that real good technique

You can almost touch the hours he’s put into this performance

Can you tell I’m avoiding the sexual nature as long as possible because I am

The leather fit was better for the thighs I’m just gonna say it

I like the red (and spoiler: the fact that he and jimin switch colors) but I reeeeeally liked the leather

My gawd those shoulder moves he’s so aggressive with it I’m 😳

The fact that his entire chest is out is absolutely sending me off the deep end, I am losing it, I have lost it

This sure is a...pectacle

Insert Jin windshield wiper laugh here

Jeon jungkook has pretty broad shoulders...and an itty bitty waist...and he’s throwing it in my face I’m like damn

Ok the backup dancers are lovely, and I like the symbolism of jk being followed by shadowy strangers, his every move inspected and copied

Imma say it: I liked day one hair better

I AM GASPING FOR BREATH JEON JUNGKOOK STOP IT RIGHT NOW I SAW ABS AND A WHOLE FRICKIN SHOULDER PUT THAT AWAY YOUNG MAN

I am keeping my eyes on the prize there is more to come I gotta stay cool but his THIGHS ARE A SIREN SONG AND I AM HELPLESS

That vocal run oof 😍😭 and right after that intense dance nonsense

Ok Santa I’ve had enough, all I want for Christmas is to squeeze jk’s thigh. Just one. Just for a moment. That’s all I ask.

I see sweat 👀 I’m not gonna say the thought I’m having I’ll scandalize you

FILTERRR JIMINNNN FUCK ME UPPPPP

Ok so he has his first note and immediately spreads his legs what am I supposed to do here jimin

His shirt is thin and almost missing as many buttons as mr doesn’t-know-what-buttons-are-jungkook so HOW does he do the outfit change later...we’ll find out

THE ROBE yes this is better this is the one heck yeah new fave

Jimin is Carmen right now (if you know you know) this is my ultimate goal

His hair...I said I was obsessed on day one but tousled is 😍 I love silvery jimin

And yes his eyeshadow is perfection absolute chef kiss Gordon Ramsay is on his knees praising this five star look

The lift and the half fall with the backup dancers is even MORE chef kiss ughhhh I’m so glad I’m watching this again to catch the details (and now I can pause lol)

Oop I caught a glimpse of those hand tattoos hello

Yeah jimin said “jk isn’t the only one with a chest”

HOW the outfit change was FOUR SECONDS OR LESS I COUNTED

I am literally yoongi looking at jhope doing hip thrusts right now. Hand over mouth, phone fallen to the floor, my entire life in shambles. Jimin has brought literal tears to my eyes how is he this potent even through a screen

Potent is the word, he is an actual SIREN like what

Jimin get over here I want you

And now I’m soothed with Jin 😌 thank you

THE PINK SHIRT nvm I’m not soothed I am a massive fan girl

His hair is also perfection, the whole vibe is It

Jin’s voice is sweeter than the WWH kisses he blows to the audience all the time 😭 omggg

I really do love that shirt, the sleeves are so fun and pretty and flowy

The little prince theme is killin me ahh

Things I want after this concert (since part 1 was deleted I’ll repeat myself...thanks tumblr I really love that you deleted valuable notes): jimins ripped sparkly pants, jungkook’s thighs, jimin, Jin’s shirt

HOLY HELL THAT HIGH NOTE

Jin are you sure you’re human I see no flaws, pretty suspect if you ask me

What?!? The song is over already? Excuse me?

Probably because I had to keep taking breaks from jk to breathe, and jimin to regain some control of my brain cells

The way tae does lil kid things as an adult

Not just on stage but I was reminded by that lil finger wave, this absolute cutie

The way he holds a mic is 👀 this man really does everything differently and somehow makes anything look damn good

What’s cuter, this kid or taehyung’s smile right before the chorus??? Impossible choice?

NOPE it’s the way tae makes those little faces at him and pats his head and you hear army in the background 🥺😭😭

His high notes at the end? Are they all trying to murder me with these vocals? Vocal line doesn’t REST

EGOOOOOO I think I need hobi in a red car for the rest of my life

How am I supposed to stay calm when you look That Good, hobi?

This choreo is so much fun ahhhhh I wanna dance but I’m definitely not good enough to learn this on the fly

The lil woah

Ripped jeans hobi 😍

Skipping hobi is an absolute joy, a bit of sunshine everyone needs to witness, the cure to what ails you, the light at the end of a long day, I sob

His joy is seeping through the screen he really is sunshine

He can really make any dance look easy, that’s such a skill

I mean these leg moves? I know they’re hard, or at least tricky, and he just? Does them? And makes my brain think they’re easy because he’s just doing them so naturally? What a lie he’s just gifted beyond this dimension. And also practices to perfection so there’s that

Tae is seriously shaking his booty right now lol

I know the boys always make fun of suga’s rap during boy with luv but I really love it

Jin’s so happy 😊 they’re all excited and having so much fun

I’ll never stop screaming over bts harmonies. Jk can actually turn anything into a masterpiece he blends so well with everyone, goosebumps every time I forget about a harmony and get surprised and ughhhh yesss

Jimin doing the ego dance lol this cutie

See I’m not crazy, they really are so happy on stage 😭 they’re all glowing and now they’re gonna talk about it I better not cry I’m too tired for that

Mmmmm Joonie wearing necklaces is 👌

All of their hair looks stellar oof

DNA choreo is one of my faves (who can watch them and say they’re not amazing performers, seriously)

Yasss Jin goooooo

Dance line really knows how to take and grab my attention like...I’m addicted to them

The hobi center part at the end though 🥳

I love the old songs, I’m always smiling when some of them come on idk

It makes me happy that bts still like performing their old stuff, like...we enjoy it but so do they

SUGA ON THE THRONE WHERE HE BELONGS #king of swag

You know it’s an old song when rapper jk reappears, and y’all know how much I love rapper jk *cough* ddaeng *cough*

The baseball is weird not gonna lie

Ooh little groovy jhope

Jimin seriously considered yanking his shirt up, I saw him think about it 😂 but shirt still tucked in

NEVER OVER THIS DANCE BREAK

Ok usually my jaw drops over jhope NOT NAMJOON excuse ME whAT

This should be ILLEGAL SIR, ILLEGAL

Ok yeah jhope has my jaw dropping again how does he move like that

😳😩🥵 red alert, that smirk is worth calling 911 to put out a fire because Hot Damn

I love jimin’s voice ok I love it

The closeups on heavy breathing sweaty bangtan are actual threats against my life

Not sure I have a pulse anymore

Can anyone in bts perform cpr I think I need it

Ok nvm jhope’s intro in spring day is the virtual version, I’m saved

What excuse me park jimin you better be ok go drink some water bb

Jin forehead I see you, worldwide handsome on full display

Gahhhh hobi vocals simultaneously kill me and bring me back to life

Also harmonies with rapline and vocal line (suga and jimin are lovely omg)

IDOLLLLLLLL YASSSSSS QUEEN

jk is totally doing sound effects lmao

I like how tae has the bandana around his bicep again (they totally stalked the internet and found the thirst, it’s the least practical thing, he’s only wearing that for one reason lol

They are the MOST HYPE how do they just keep going my introverted ass is in awe

Jk like move y’all are in my way this is my moment get out of it ahahaha

Wait how did I not notice tae put the bandana on his head

It must be a pain in the butt to clean up all that confetti

Encore song is only for army 🥺 these are the most precious boys i swear

Jimin fixing jhope’s hair...I thought I couldn’t uwu any harder but I can

Apparently I can uwu even harder because jimin saying he’s not gonna cry and smiling so big his eyes turn into smiles too I’m the softest for one man and his name is park jimin

President joon, I’m happy too 😭

[kuningannasansa]

so, Hamon, a socialist, backed Macron and rightly called Le Pen an enemy of the republic. ffs, even Fillon found it in himself to back Macron! but Melenchon?? will not endorse anyone, apparently. 

[bamby0304]

I finished season 3 of OUAT last night and OMG THE FEELS! I was so happy at first, with all the love happening. The Rumbelle wedding, Regina walking with Robin Hood & his son. And omggg Hook trading in his ship for Emma!! I literally yelled at my screen "If you don't kiss him, I'm gonna smack you!" And she did, and then I was happy. But THEN god DAMNIT Emma! You just HAD to bring back Robin Hood's dead wife. Ughhhh I was so angry at that. Wtf. Le sigh. I should've known it couldn't be all happy.

To be honest… I haven’t seen all of season 4 so the rest is kinda choppy for me, but I totally get you with season 3!! Just let me tell you, things are gonna get a whole lot worse…

That whole ending got me though. Like, finally, Emma got to experience the Enchanted Forest before it was ruined after the curse. I loved that she got to see how everyone was before Storybrooke. Oh, and that Hook scene at the pub?? Hilarious!!

So glad you’re enjoying the show, hey :) it kinda feels like the opposite deal to Teen Wolf, only I didn’t get you hooked on OUAT :P

[nickireadstfc]

The Raven King, Chapter 9 – Spooky Scary Bonding Times Send Shivers Down Your Spine

In which the monsters go costume shopping, Neil forces everyone to have Fun Squad Hangs, we learn Things™ about Matt and I start to realize Andrew cares about 24601% more than he’s trying to show.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Raven King.

Finally, the much needed breather chapter is here – it’s Halloween!

Our monster squad takes this as an opportunity to go hang out at everyone’s favourite Fun Drugs Party joint, commonly known as Eden’s Twilight. Before they can go, though, Nicky makes me relate to him yet again by doing something I’ve been doing for years – pressuring all my friends into Halloween costumes.

(And carnival, and cosplay, in my case.)

           “You wouldn’t trust me to pick out your costume, would you? I’d probably make you a French maid or something.”

Except you’ve kind of picked out outfits for him in the past, for y’all’s club adventures, and you always picked clothes you thought he looked super hot in?

So basically, what this is trying to tell us is that Nicky has a drag kink.

Nice.

           An animatronics raven flapped its wings and cawed at Neil as he approached. He pushed it to the back of the shelf and moved a glittery Styrofoam skull in front of it.

Bahahaha. This is such a tiny detail, but I love it.

You can never escape the ravens, Neil. N E V E R.

           “People don’t really wear these, do they?” Neil asked and (…) pulled the next one off the rack. It was a milk carton with a cutout for the wearer’s face and a bold “Have you seen me?” printed beneath it.

           “Oh, that’s perfect, Neil,” Andrew said. Neil sent him a dirty look.

PLEASE TELL ME THERE IS FANART OF THIS. I am in tears.

And next: Neil, my boy, my dude, my son – does this.

           “We should invite the others to come with us,” Neil said.

FUCK. YEAH.

Neil starting to bring the team together!!! Everyone slowly bonding and becoming friends!!!!!! It’s the fuck happening!!!!!

I am so, so beyond here for this, have I mentioned that already?

           “We need them,” Neil said, keeping his eyes on Andrew. “Talent alone won’t get us to semifinals. (…) You have to stop breaking this team in half.”

YOU TELL EM, MA BOY.

           “I’m not asking you to be their friend,” Neil said. “I’m asking you to give an inch.”

           “Give them an inch and they’ll take a mile,” Aaron said.

           “You really think they’re strong enough to take a mile from Andrew? You think he’d let them?”

My dude has a point.

My dude has all the points, in fact.

GET YOUR ASSES TOGETHER EVERYONE, ALRIGHT.

Nicky, however, raises the fair argument of how they treated Matt last year, yet when Neil asks how exactly they treated Matt last year, Andrew tells him to ask the dude in question – and also agrees to let the rest of the Foxes join their Halloween extravaganza, which surprises everyone so much it ends the conversation.

Well. Best to tell Dan and the squad the good news immediately, no?

           Dan stepped out into the hall with [Neil] and pulled the door closed behind her. (…) “We’ve got a visitor. He came by a little while ago looking for Andrew.

          (…) This is Officer Higgins of the Oakland PD.”

Weeeeeeell shit. I knew that dubios phonecall thing was going to come around again.

           Neil heard the doorknob creak in warning as Andrew twisted it further than it was meant to go. It was a startling giveaway considering Andrew’s wide smile and the breezy tone of his voice.

           “Oh, I must be imagining things. Pig Higgins, you are a very, very long way from home.”

I knew it. That whole affair stinks. Andrew is not nearly as cool and chill about this whole situation as he pretends to be.

What is happening, I’m so intrigued by this.

           “We were looking at the wrong person, weren’t we? (…) The other kids won’t speak up. They don’t trust me that much. You’re all I’ve got.”

           That got Andrew’s attention. “Kids? Kids, plural. You only mentioned one last time, Pig. How many has she had?”

She? We were talking about one of his foster fathers last time – but Higgins said they looked in the wrong place.

A foster mother, then? And a fair amount of child abuse, as it seems. Once a-fucking-gain.

           “How many kids, Pig?”

           “Six, since you,” Higgins said.

Six instances of child abuse, then, probably seven including Andrew.

Hell to the fucking no. Andrew, you stubborn shit, help those kids.

Also, apparently the foster mom’s name is Drake. Probably a family name. Will keep that in mind.

After that conversation, Higgins leaves again before we can get any more interesting information. Ughhhh. Why must there be suspense, I need to know now.

           “Why are the police looking for you?”

           Andrew tilted his body towards her and smiled into her face. “I’m in no trouble, oh captain my captain.”

Alright, first he references Les Misérables and now Dead Poets’ Society – Andrew, stop being a goddamn nerd. <3

Neil then goes to do what he came to do in the first place, which is informing the squad of their incredibly luck of getting to hang out with the monsters on Halloween.

It goes about as expected – meaning, everyone’s mind as blown.

           “How the hell did you talk Andrew into this?” Dan asked, staring at Neil.

           “I asked,” Neil said.

Genius. Amazing. How has nobody had this idea before.

           “He implied you were the harder party to convince,” Neil said.

Oh, yeah.

MATT BACKSTORY TIME, BABES.

Let me sum this up for you. Matt’s dad – asshole extraordinaire – got him into drugs, as he wanted his son to fit in with the rich kid party scene in New York. Matt tried getting clean, but was a wreck when he arrived at PSU, hiding from any party people who might tempt him again by camping out on the girls’ couch – which, might I add, is an adorable picture, no matter how angsty.

Andrew ‘King of Unorthodox Helping Methods’ Minyard saw how fucked up Matt was and promptly gave him speedballs INSERT WIKIPEDIA HERE, which are about one of the most fucked-up drugs you can have (it’s cocaine and heroin together and it kills people on the regular. Fun!). But plot twist! Turns out Andrew had done everything with Mommy Boyd’s permission and his plan succeeded in bringing Matt into rehab and back into a normal life.

I have………… so many questions. Also, respect for Andrew. Also, what the fuck??

Also, MATT MY SON LET ME PROTECT YOU WHAT THE HELL. <333

           “I don’t know if they’ve talked to you about Aaron’s history, but you understand Andrew’s, don’t you? He’s not allowed to fight his addiction. Watching Matt struggle was very hard on them both.” (…)

          Andrew said they’d picked up the [cracker dust] habit for Aaron’s sake. (…) Chances were cracker dust was a paltry substitute. Watch Matt crumble under temptation would have wrecked hell on Aaron’s own sobriety.

          Neil was starting to rethink how apathetic Andrew was about Aaron’s life.

Are you telling me Andrew got them all into cracker dust just to protect Aaron while he worked on getting Matt clean?

And you’re telling me Andrew doesn’t care about anyone or anything?

Bull-fucking-shit.

Andrew, you seriously have so many problems and you are so problematic like 80% of the time but dude – I love you.

           “What’d you guys get [for costumes], so we don’t double up on anything?”

           “I’ll ask. I’m hoping Nicky was joking,” Neil said, getting to his feet. (…)

           It turned out Nicky wasn’t joking, but at least a zombie cowboy was better than a milk carton or a cow.

NEIL THE ZOMBIE COWBOY.

Again, please tell me there is fanart of this. I NEED IT.

And before you know it – it’s Fun Bonding Party time!

Apparently, ‘party’ means a few hours of the most awkward social interaction ever – Aaron refusing to talk to anyone except his family, Andrew being annoyingly energetic and rude, and Nicky trying to make up for his asshole cousins by talking So Damn Much – but you know, it’s a start.

           Kevin shifted in his seat enough to pull his hand in his pocket. The rattle of pills against plastic was so soft Neil might not have noticed it if not for Andrew’s reaction. (…)

           “Don’t make me hurt you,” Andrew said. “I don’t want blood in my ice cream.”

Ah yes, thanks, I had momentarily forgotten how EXTRA Andrew is.

Kevin also finally solves the question of why he has Andrew’s pills when Andrew off his meds – it ensures Andrew won’t take them in the first flash of withdrawal. Alright. I would have expected some bigger explanation for some reason? Idk. Maybe there’s more here, maybe I’m just seeing things.

Onwards to more fun things – Betsy makes a surprise reappearance via text!

           “Just Bee!” Andrew said. “Bee being stupid. Bee being, ha. Look.”

           Andrew tossed Nicky his phone. Nicky took one look at the screen, laughed, and reached across Aaron to show Neil the phone. (…) It was a grainy picture of Betsy Dobson wearing a bee costume.

What level of PRECIOUS. I love this woman.

It turns out Andrew and Betsy are texting BFFs, which is something I absolutely did not see coming.

Apparently, Andrew likes her considerably more than Neil does.

           “Andrew goes through shrinks like he’s trying to break a world record only he knows about. She’s his eighth one at least.”

           “Thirteenth,” Andrew said. “She made sure to ask me if I was superstitious.”

Uhmmm precious.

           “Some insane number. But when Andrew waltzed ut of her office at the end of his first session with her she was right on his heels and completely unfazed. Pretty impressive, right?”

           “No,” Neil said.

           Nicky sighed. “Eat your ice cream, jerk.”

Eat your ice cream and learn to start appreciating Bee Dobson for the gift to Foxkind that she is, jerk.

Time for a change in scenery – from Fun Ice Cream Times to Fun Club Times!

Seriously, this club does not get any less suspicious to me. I resent every time they go there. That first night has me pretty much scarred for life and I wasn’t even the one who was drugged and kiss-raped. How Neil is so ‘meh’ about going there again all the time is beyond me.

Then again, ‘meh’ just about describes Neil’s attitude towards most things that aren’t Exy or survival. So there’s that.

When they arrive, Dan – understandably – raises the question of whether or not it’s safe to let Andrew be clean for a night, to which Nicky has to say some things.

           “Trust me, you’d know if he was clean. It’s, uh… (…) it’s unmistakable. You’ll see next summer whether you want to or not. He’s off his program in May and should finish rehab by the time we start June practices.”

This is the point where I wonder how long the AFTG books will stretch, time-wise. The first book started in May and ended in August, the second started in August and we’re now – halfway through the book – in November. If we keep up this pace, TRK should be finished around January/February and TKM should end just in June – meaning we will see Andrew off his meds probably?

HECK YES.

10 bucks says Andrew has to come off them for some reason earlier anyways. Don’t ask why. It just feels like it should happen, for suspense reasons or something.

And once everyone is settled in the club, most of them go dancing, having fun, doing normal people stuff – except for our favourite antisocial ‘Help I don’t know how to human’ dudes, who once more engage in an unexpected heart-to-heart.

           “I’ve never been in a position where I could get to know people,” [Neil said.] “I know I have to let them in if we’re going to make it through the season, but it’d be easier if they were just names and faces. How have you stayed disconnected for so long?”

           “They’re not interesting enough to keep my attention.”

Yeah, hi, this is Nicki speaking, is FUCKING BULLSHIT there, I’d like to call them?

Seriously. As if.

           “What about Renee?”

           “What about her?”

           “She’s not interesting?”

           “She’s useful.”

           “That’s it?”

           “You expected a different answer?”

Is Neil trying to slowly find out whether Andrew like-likes Renee or not because that may be a wonderful, wonderful thing.

Also, “she’s useful” for fuck’s sake, stop blowing holes in my platonic goalie BFFs ship.

           “Yes? No? It should be – it is – irrelevant, but…” (…)

           “Sometimes you’re interesting enough to keep around. Other times you’re so astoundingly stupid I can barely stand the sight of you.”

I’m interpreting that statement as either:

1) I’m gay, you fuckwit (most likely)

2) I’m interested in you, you fuckwit (probably not likely at this point in the story, not yet)

3) I’m ace and could really give less fucks about this whole dating shit, you fuckwit (an enjoyable headcanon, but unlikely as we know that Andreil is #endgame)

           Neil scowled at him. “Forget it. I’ll ask Renee.”

           “You’ll have to stop avoiding her first.”

Yes, please do.  Preferably immediately, next chapter, get on it, chop chop.

I need more Renee content always.

           [Neil] went alone to the railing overlooking the dance floor. (…) He had to trust that they were all there, safe and having fun. He was content to watch and imagine.

           Lonely, too, but there was nothing he could do about that.

Except for, y’know……… Making friends…….. Having them teach you healthy social relationships…….. A wild concept, I know, but just consider it………….

Deep sigh.

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[probably-enjolras]

Enjolras’ Anon Chapter 9

ughhhh i wanted it to be longer but i’m in too much pain to write more, like yeah it’s 1.6k but i wanted to get to 3k, alas

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Enjolras went home from his it’s-a-date-but-it’s-not-a-date smiling. As soon as he realized that he did in fact like Grantaire, everything felt so much lighter. There wasn’t a constant sense of dread and misery aviating over him.

He also knew where Grantaire lived. He thought about all the times that he was late, but now he could see R running down his stairs. Enjolras smiled at the thought. Grantaire wants to be on time, he really does. He wants to be present.

Enjolras flopped onto his bed, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He felt like a teenager again, blushing while thinking about his crush. He had half the mind to scold himself for being so emotional, but it felt too good to stop.

Enjolras pulled out his phone and sent a text to Courfeyrac and Combeferre.

Enjolras: it’s settled, i like him

Courfeyrac: eyy congrats

Combeferre: this leaves the question of ‘what now?’

Enjolras: i mean… dating?

Courfeyrac: that would be the logical step

Courfeyrac: you like him, he likes you, you two go off and fuck like bunnies!

Enjolras: great talk, let’s put that plan in action

Combeferre: yes, and do you have any plan of how to ask him out?

Combeferre: because saying ‘i know you like me because you’ve been talking to my blog on anon for a while and i went on a hunt to find you’ doesn’t seem like the best thing

Courfeyrac: i mean, why not?

Enjolras: ferre is right, he would want to know why i didn’t just ask him right away

Enjolras groaned and pushed his face into his pillow. Why did this have to be so hard? He just wanted to go out with Grantaire, but this whole scheme of how he even figured out it was R was so elaborate it would seem at best a dick move, and at worse a stalker move.

Courfeyrac: dammit why isn’t ‘hey i like you, let’s go fuck’ not enough

Enjolras: when have i ever been anything but extra

Courfeyrac: fair point

Combeferre: you’ll need to get him alone, and at a pretty nice place

Enjolras: not a restaurant

Enjolras: and it can’t be something he likes too much because then he won’t pay attention to me

Courfeyrac: i think you underestimate his ability to pay attention to you

Courfeyrac: hell, i think he underestimates his ability to pay attention to you

Combeferre: how about a picnic? Simple yet romantic

Enjolras: but i don’t want him to know i want to ask him out

Courfeyrac: movies?

Enjolras: nah, it’s dark and not a place for talking

Combeferre: lunch + a walk to that cafe with cats and books?

Enjolras: yes! I can ask him out during the walk and then we can go do whatever, and if it goes bad we can play with cats

Courfeyrac: ok, it won’t go bad, but it’s nice to have a backup plan

Enjolras: thanks for the advice, I’m gonna go talk to him now

Enjolras put his phone down, staring at the messages. He could do this, right? He liked Grantaire, and he had for a while, even if he didn’t realize it. Grantaire challenged his ideas like no one else, and he did it so nonchalantly. He was someone who bettered Enjolras in ways no friend could.

Enjolras sighed, laying down and looking at his ceiling. How do you ask out the man that betters your existence without even trying? Enjolras rolled over, looking at his desk. His computer was charging on top of a pile of books.

Enjolras sat up and grabbed his computer. He entered his password and logged onto Tumblr. He smiled when he saw that he had asks. The first three were random people and Enjolras deflated for a second, but the final one started with a phrase he had come to recognize on sight.

(passionate anon) we went out today, i mean, not in a proper date, but it did feel like it. he was so cute, and it was so easy to talk to him, i wasn’t expecting that, i thought we would only be able to talk when he had some alcohol in him. i hope we can do that again

Enjolras grinned widely, unable to hold in the sudden rush of joy. He rushed to post the messages and grabbed his phone. He took a deep breath, calming the last of his nerves, before opening up his messages.

Enjolras: hey, had a nice time today, wanna go for lunch again tomorrow? i don’t have anything going on

Enjolras held his breath as he watched the speech bubble in the left hand corner. It can’t take that long to answer a simple question, can it? After what Enjolras could only assume was an eternity, Grantaire responded.

Grantaire: yeah! do you have a place in mind?

Enjolras let out the breath he was holding and smiled to himself.

Enjolras: well i know this place, they serve great muffins and sandwiches, and then maybe that cafe with the kittens?

Grantaire: that sounds great! does noon work for you?

Enjolras: yeah, meet you there!

Grantaire: can’t wait

Enjolras laughed, he couldn’t help it. He had set up a time and place for him to ask Grantaire out. He flopped back down, smiling up at the ceiling.

“I’m really doing this,” he whispered. Enjolras sat back up and looked out the window. It was starting to get dark and he could see his reflection in the glass.

His cheeks were bright red and his hair was mess from his pillows, but he had the largest grin on his face. “I’m gonna do this!” he said to himself, louder this time. Enjolras laughed again, standing up to clean up after his day. He kept repeating that phrase to himself, in awe of what tomorrow has in store.

After he showered and brushes his teeth, Enjolras got into bed. He knew it wasn’t late, it was only 8:30pm, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait. Enjolras sighed, closing his eyes and willing sleep to come, and after a few minutes it did.

Sleep left after about six hours. If he had gone to bed at midnight or one, maybe that wouldn’t be such a problem. It would be six or seven, and that’s a reasonable time to start the day. Enjolras could get work done before he went out and he wouldn’t have to work on anything during the day.

But he hadn’t gone to bed at midnight, he had gone to bed at 8:30, and here is was, wide awake at 2:30am wide awake. Enjolras tried to go back to sleep. He got up, made some tea, read a little bit, and laid back down, ready to get some sleep.

Enjolras looked up at his ceiling, sighing to himself. He knew that it was the anticipation that was keeping him awake. It had happened all his life. On the first day of school, he would always wake up early and be ready for the bus an hour early than needed. The same thing happened on holidays and birthdays. His mind was ready to get stuff done, while his body just wanted to sleep.

Enjolras kicked off his blanket, cursing softly. He tried to get as comfortable as possible, but nothing helped. He groaned, pouting to himself. There was nothing he could do, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

There was a chance that his friends were still awake. Most of them stayed awake until they passed out around three am. That gave him a solid thirty minutes to talk to someone. Enjolras considered it, but decided against it. He didn’t want to explain to his friends how he already got six hours. Some would call him old, some would want to know why he went to sleep at that time, and Courfeyrac would manage to do both.

Enjolras unlocked his phone and, against his better judgement, looked for Grantaire’s instagram account. Being awake late at night and looking through his crush’s instagram was a perfectly normal thing to do, right?

Grantaire didn’t post often, but it was still filled with photos. Some of them were of his artwork or photographs of what he found beautiful. Enjolras smiled, Grantaire was a true artist.

Other photos were photos of his friends. There was one of Joly and Bossuet, clearly not knowing that the photo was taken as they held hand and smiled at each other. Another was of Eponine, smiling at the camera and raising a glass in its direction. The one after that was of Bahorel and Courfeyrac the day they decided to have a rollerskate race down the street. The image depicted the moment Courfeyrac crossed the finish line. It didn’t show the moment after, when Courfeyrac fell when he tried to stop. Enjolras smiled, making a mental note to screenshot all the photos so he could keep them for himself.

But the majority of the photos were of him. Some were of Enjolras giving speeches, others were him talking with friends, or just him on his phone. Enjolras couldn’t believe he never noticed Grantaire take these. He put his phone down, looking at the window.

It still reflected his image, but Enjolras didn’t see himself anymore. He didn’t understand what about him made Grantaire take such beautiful photos. He felt like he didn’t deserve the attention.

Enjolras looked down at his hands and put his phone on his bedside table. He sighed and closed his eyes, but his mind kept running. Maybe if it ran far enough, he would be too tired to think anymore.

Enjolras’ wish to sleep was finally granted around four am, and he drifted off into less than peaceful sleep.

find that les mis lyric! it’s not hidden too well, whoops

[brokenblessed]

What a grand start to a Thursday. My brother goes on a whim and erases my laptop with Everything still on it... cause he assumed it was already wiped.

Mmmhmm.

A grand start indeed.

[deathbycaptainswan]

Ughhhh nora looking at eobard like hes her savior le sigh

[thehangryslush]

Ughhhh, I want another kitten so baaaad.

But they cost money and stuff. Le sigh.

[winged-fool]

Hey friend! Anti-max/echo/Maria anon here 🧡🧡 first of all, a massive congratulations on getting an interview for the internship you applied for 🥳🥳 sending you all the most positive vibes for the interview! Now onto the way less important stuff… I’ve been having thoughts….. salty thoughts…. about Greg the street racer 😒😒😒 so I liked Greg well enough last season. He was fine and inoffensive, I enjoyed his scenes with Alex and that moment where he remembered Isobel from high school seemed to have love interest potential. So when I saw pics shared by Trevino and others of Greg (no idea who the actor is…) on set, I was excited! Finally some more support for Alex, and a Malex ally no less 🧡 So then season 3 started and suddenly this inoffensive character from last season has evolved… and become Greg the street racer 🚙 (and yes I keep calling him that but it’s just so damn ridiculous!) who is apparently a ‘bad boi’ and has ALWAYS been interested in Maria (what straight man could resist her after all, she is perfect, or so the show keeps telling us 😒😒) and all I can think is what a goddam waste of screen time! Oh yes, please RNM writers I have been begging you for yet another character to fawn all over Maria and tell us how amazing and perfect she is… that was definitely lacking in previous seasons 🙄🙄 And boy what a fool I feel like now that I realise that the upcoming scene in the Pony which will feature Michael (Alex’s cosmic soulmate), Kyle (Alex’s BFF) and Greg the street racer (Alex’s good big bro) will likely be all about Maria and not Alex 😒😒 I guess the only positive about the disappointing way they’ve “evolved” this character is that it now that he’s Maria’s love interest, she’ll leave Kyle alone… still though, why does Maria get the romance while, yet again, the Malex fans are sitting in their clown makeup waiting for their 2 minutes of screen time every 7 episodes 😡😡 ? I mean… it was a great scene… but still… Le sigh… on the plus side maybe if the romance between Maria and greg the street racer gets serious, she’ll move away to be close to him..? Not likely but one can hope hahahaha! Sending much love your way friend 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Hello my friend!! Yes I totally hear what you're saying! Greg was only in s2 for a hot second but he was a big Alex ally and just a general good big bro and then they just changed his character completely to be a complete Maria stan. I don't think I would have minded if they didn't take the few Alex allies he has and gave them to her, it's just so incredibly annoying and disappointing!

I hadn't even thought of upcoming Pony scene being all about Maria! You're probably right....ughhhh haven't there been enough scenes all about her this season?? It's so annoying! But man how good would it be if she decided to gtfo of Roswell to live with Greg on the rez 😌

Sending love your way too, my friend!!

[deathbycaptainswan]

Ughhhh i woke up today and was like okay i can start my hw and then i was like wait no its Thursday you have class today and then my heart started beating fast and i had to force myself down from an anxiety attack...😪😪le sigh i knew this would happen fuck now i have to work all afternoon after class to do this assignment cause its due at midnight..