Cro has started reading The Amulet of Samarkand
and
I started reading the book thing is whatshisface gay for some Egyptian kid that is what i am getting out of this so far also he’s a snarky bastard and nathaniel (?)’s master is an asshat ok the end that’s the whole book right
Yes.
That’s the whole book.
Yup.
Trollin', trollin', trollin' in a river
Julian froze at the hand above his knee, closing his eyes tightly as he felt the warmth envelop it. More tears strolled down his cheeks as he reached over to take the prefect’s hand.
”..Why did it have to be him, Lo..?” He asked, his voice giving out as he covered his mouth with his other hand.
Logan shook his head, “I don’t know, Julian, but whatever happens now, we’re in it together, okay?”
Julian looked ahead, biting his bottom lip as Logan rubbed his thumb over the back of his palm.
“I know.”
“I will kill you if you do not get your ass up before we’re late.”
Julian stilled for a second before turning his head, narrowing his eyes at the other.
“What the hell are you talki —Oof!” He started before falling off the bench. Sitting up and rubbing his cheek, he picked up the object that hit him in the face.
A Nike shoe sports shoe.
Inspecting it questioningly, he looked up to see a plethora of shoes suddenly falling from the sky, all hitting him directly. Putting his hands over his head he shouted, “What the hell is this?!”
He then was thrown on his back, his head hitting the tiles beneath him. His vision blurred for a split second, the outline of Derek hovering over him darkened by the sun.
“The hell am I..?” He muttered under his breath as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. Derek rolled his eyes as he hauled the primadonna to his feet, dusting him off.
“You fell asleep during Gym, and now class is over, lazy ass. You have an apology essay to write as well on the meaning of “respect.” Five hundred words, on her desk tomorrow.”
Julian frowned, mumbling to himself.
‘Remind me again why I cried over you..?’ He thought, staring tiredly at his sports attire on the bench.
He then shook his head, rubbing his stinging eyes, “Yeah, right. Sure. I’ll get to it later.”
Derek nodded and pulled his towel over his neck as he shut his locker, damp hair sticking up in every direction, “Can you do me a favor and get me the math assignment due next week from Logan? I slept in that day.”
Julian glared at him, ”Should I? You threw your shoes in my face.”
Derek snorted, beginning to walk out the door, “I ain’t even sorry.”
^TAGGED: THETALKINGCROCUS^
Ya’ll can never say I don’t do anything for you.
I’ve got sirloin and “gourmet” burgers, chicken burgers, all beef hot dogs, and bavarian smokies. I’ve got two bags of hot dog buns and two bags of hamburger buns.
I don’t know what folks like for condiments, and I don’t eat them, so you’re going to have to bring your own.
Emma, I will ram the bladeship for you love you for all of the forevers if you bring the veggie stuff. I’m not sure what’s good and what’s not since I still eat meat once a day.
This is a lot of stuff. So I would much appreciate it if someone would be willing to help me lug it to the picnic area. I will come and pick you up from your place of residence to sweeten the deal.
{{help me out?}}
{{OOC: Here’s to the people who are related to the Main Plot. Cat, Coraline..and no Other Mother? Yes, we could use some volunteers. Lets build up a new plot, shall we? I understand that you all are busy, I’m busy too guys, I’m just like you..but please lets sort things out, on the weekends at least. I know you want to participate in this, cause we all are true Coraline and RP fans. So think about it whenever.
ANY VOLUNTEERS AND ROLEPLAYERS ARE WELCOME. PLEASE CONTACT US/ME. }}
hey hey hey no word from crush anon yet and i have no homework for some weird reason so I'm looking for fic and I believe you'd be good at reccommending it :P Modern AU Les Mis with E/R is preferable but yeah if there's anything you'd reccommend i'd take your advice because you're like a les mis wizard. like a lesmizard.
Okay, sure! Here are some suggestions:
First, there’s Gnomon, which is a Les Mis terrorism/militant extremist AU with E/R, and it’s really excellent. The plotline is very fascinating and suspenseful and the writing is strong.
Then there’s the Hacker AU, which is pretty good, but also pretty explicit at times, but yeah, for the most part, it’s well-written and fun to follow. Modern AU, overflowing with E/R.
I like The Glitterbombs of Angry Queers, a Modern AU in which Les Amis are LGBTQ activists a lot. Like the above, it flows really well and is very captivating and realistic, the characterization is spot on and there’s plenty of E/R.
A Star in the Jaw of the Clouds is Canon-verse and there isn’t any real shipping in it, but it’s brilliantly written and the headcanon explored about Enjolras’ backstory is really well-developed, and it’s always worth a read, because it’s just really high quality.
How The Future’s Done Modern AU E/R with a kitten. Need I say more?
Hotel California, one of the best reincarnation AUs. There’s plenty of E/R to be had, and all sorts of drama and such. It’s a pretty addicting read.
Then there’s A Passion for the Absolute, which somehow, despite being Enjolras/Courfeyrac, is a mesmerizing fic. It’s extremely well-written and the plotting and characterization are absolutely flawless. It’s also canon-verse, so if you’re currently in the mood for modern AU you might not want to read it now, but I would still highly recommend it.
There’s It’s For You, a university AU mainly centering around Jehan/Courf but with plenty of E/R and Joly/Bossuet, and this one’s just massively cute and it makes me really happy. Highly recommend.
Paris Burning, in which Grantaire is the personification of Paris and basically it’s just a really cool geographical E/R-fest with lots of cool drama and it’s written very well so no complaints.
In Vino Veritas, because drunk!Enjolras is best Enjolras. Canon-verse and no shipping, but extraordinarily written and hilarious.
As The Sun Will Rise, which is E/R Beauty and the Beast-style and it’s just as awesome as it sounds.
Soul, Trapped in Canvas, another reincarnation AU. The E/R is really good in here, the writing and characterization are vivid and accurate, and it’s just an all-around nice read, especially if you like art.
And finally, I’ll leave you off with Leave My Body, which is just way too flawless. I’m not even going to explain the premise. The title speaks for itself. This fic is magnificent.
If you need any more recs, just ask!
this is a thing people need to be told?! oh my goodness that makes me sad.
“Just because someone says ‘I am a nazi’ doesn’t mean you should believe them”
Um
If someone would like to call themselves a Nazi
I’m gonna
Assume they’re a Nazi?
AND THEN DISLIKE THEM BECAUSE HOLY SHIT THEY’RE A NAZI
2 and 63, separate or together if you prefer, for the Mockingbird and Erek
The Mockingbird has never told him why, but he seems to hate beds. So when Erek wakes up it’s to find his lover asleep across the couch instead of beside him, his bare back to the room.
Erek sits up and studies the Mockingbird in the dim light of their room, admiring the shape he makes, the dip of his lower back unobscured by the blanket that’s been tangled around his legs. The he gets up and pads across the room, feet soundless against the carpet.
Erek kneels down, about to press a kiss to the curve of the ex-changeling’s shoulder before a sleepy voice says, “If you kiss me, I’ll kill you.”
Erek chuckles. “No you won’t,” he says. “You’re a liar.”
“And you’re honest,” the Mockingbird responds, still partly muffled against a pillow still. “You’re so honest I could tell what you were going to do before you left the bed.”
“You’re talking like a trickster again, Fiáin. It’s too early for that.”
The Mockingbird rolls onto his back and looks up at him. The curtains are shut to block out the sunlight, but even in the half-darkness his eyes are green. “Old habits die hard, or not at all.”
“But they can die,” Erek says, skimming a hand over his lover’s stomach: blame it on the consummate dog-lover’s inability to resist an offered tummy, or just his own inability to ignore bare skin. The Mockingbird stretches beneath it anyway. “Otherwise I’d have a knife through my hand right now, wouldn’t I?”
He hums in something that’s probably agreement, or just encouragement when Erek’s fingers stroke his hip.
“Next time I’m stealing one of those ‘Do Not Disturb’ signs from the hotel and sleeping with it next to me.”
Erek grins. “You love it.”
“No, I don’t,” he answers, but he almost smiles when he says it. And it’s a start.
