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aries - you have to tear down your own walls first; love isn’t the kind to bleed through the cracks. she wants an ocean. give in.

Leo - i hope one day you can break free from your glass house.

Sagittarius- your love has thawed the ice in me; one day the sea levels will rise to drown my coastlines, and I will welcome your waves with all the love my arms can carry.

Taurus - i saw you in a dream once. i used to hold you when you would cry, but i know she’s stitched your wounds and you’re not crying anymore. i hope you’ve found your peace.

Virgo - they told you all roads lead home, but i know you lost yourself somewhere across the Atlantic when you left everything for something you weren’t sure you even wanted. i don’t know who you are anymore, but i hope you find it– whatever it is.

Capricorn - do you still see me in your skylines? i’ve forgotten what it’s like.

Gemini - they say you have another face hidden somewhere beneath your dress, but i’ve never known anyone who so unapologetically belonged to themselves. but tell me, are you really at war with the world? or is it all just a front? will you ever be caught late at night taking your mask off? i wonder what you think when you’re alone.

libra - i caught you once with your face in a book– did you ever catch me looking?

Aquarius - i worry about the way you love, but i envy it, too. there is beauty in always giving, but there is a loneliness so deep in loving what cannot be returned.

cancer - you are the light in every room, you are the beacon in every storm. you are my manna from heaven, you are the house that keeps me warm.

Scorpio - there are cobwebs in the corner where you used to sit, but sometimes I still see your footprints in the dust. you have a way of haunting the people you loved.

Pisces - your words are featherlight, but your actions are made of iron. one day I pray you learn the weight of what you have done.

—  the signs as I have loved them // mh
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We’ll wait for you Wookie <3 (08.14.2017 - May 2019)

anonymous asked:

Any chance of a few good modern au fic recs for this piece of enjoltaire trash?

oh I’m sure I could think of a few… *winks with both eyes at the same time*
(also, here’s a list I made from a while back of some good e/R fics!)

Still the One by kjack89

Enjolras and Grantaire’s 50th wedding anniversary.

I don’t want to give it away, so I’m just going to say you should read it. Seriously

Word Count: 3,438

Oblivious by kjack89

The trouble with approaching your relationship the same way you approached your at-times contentious friendship is that apparently, no one realizes you’re actually dating. Or else Enjolras and Grantaire just have the absolute most oblivious of friends.

Or both.

I’m so used to the “everyone except Enjolras and Grantaire knows they like each other” trope, so this one was really fun to read!

Word Count: 4,567

flightless bird by sarahyyy

Combeferre grins. “How long did you wait before you called me?”

There is a short pause. “Two minutes?” Grantaire says, and Combeferre can’t help but to huff out a laugh. “He said three hours!” Grantaire says defensively.

“He’s fine,” Combeferre says, shaking his head in amusement. “He’ll call. He always calls.”

Damn….it’s the slight ambiguity at the end that gets me… (not to be read if you’re in the mood for fluff!! You might cry!!)

Word Count: 1,883

Years Since It’s Been Clear by lady_ragnell

Grantaire really doesn’t expect Enjolras to force him to move in with him when he hears how shitty Grantaire’s apartment is. And he definitely doesn’t expect Enjolras to want him to stay, or how easy it turns out to be, or the way Enjolras has a habit of doing his studying in the sunshine on the living room floor …

Yeah, he may be in some trouble.

Everything. Everything about this. SO GOOD (ps there’s some smut at the very end, just in case you’re not into that)

Word Count: 10,726

Of Roommates And Hallways by madlyie 

Prompt: “we both got kicked out of our rooms because our roommates are having sex so now we’re standing in the hallway avoiding each other” au

Enjolras learns that the guy from apartment No. 27 is much more talkative than a closed door.

Ok this is super frickin cute and the ending is just perfect. 11/10

Word Count: 1,376

I’ll be your Shelter, I’ll be your Storm by missandrogyny

Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.

Fluff! So much fluff! Good things and happy thoughts!

Word Count: 5,532

One Hundred Ways to Say “I Love You” by the_sky_is_forever

In which Grantaire and Enjolras take a very long time to actually say those three special words, but if you pay attention, the words are there.

Love love love love love. I felt super content (in an “I’m wrapped up in a warm blanket sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter’s day” way) after reading this and honestly that’s one of the best feelings to have after reading a fic (for me personally)

Word Count: 16,484

nothing alike by nightswatch

Enjolras comes across a guy who’s trying to steal his car. Except that he’s not actually stealing his car.

The second hand embarrassment is real (I may or may not have buried my face in a blanket while reading this)

Word Count: 2,023

We’re All Stories, In The End by theglitterati

Les Amis discover fanfiction. About themselves.

I had to put this one on here just for fun because I was cackling when I read it

Word Count: 2,210

Ice Ice Baby by sigh_no_more

In the almost four years that Enjolras had known his friends, he always managed to avoid ice skating with them. This was very purposeful. It had to be. After all, they lived in the Northeast, so plenty of opportunities arose for him to go ice skating. He just never took advantage of them. Because Enjolras had a secret. A dark, terrible secret.

Given how nosy and internet savvy his friends were, it was kind of a miracle that only Combeferre and Courfeyrac knew about his past.

But it was time.

(Or the Amis go ice-skating and find out a surprising truth about Enjolras.)

Ok I had to include this one on here too because when I was rereading it just now, it kinda reminded me of Yuri on Ice and that made me happy sooo :)

Word Count: 2,945

Originally posted by rejected-on-a-cosmic-level

Heat Headcanons

-With a mate, an Omega’s heat will usually only last a week. But without at least the scent of an Alpha, the Omega could be forced to suffer for up to three weeks

-During a heat the desperation to be knotted comes in waves. The length of breaks between these waves depends entirely on the pace set at the beginning of the heat. If the Alpha starts trying to knot the Omega before the heat has even really taken hold, the continuing duration of the heat will be more intense and exhausting with hardly any breaks between waves. But if they wait until the Omega is completely slick and ready for it, the heat will be easier and more relaxed for them

-An Omega’s first time going through heat with a mate and being nervous about everything. Worrying that being knotted will hurt, that the Alpha won’t find them attractive enough, worrying that their nest won’t be good enough. The Alpha picking up on the anxieties and despite how badly they just want to rut into the Omega, they take the time to snuggle into the nest and praise the Omega for how cozy and well put together it is, before gently coaxing their overheating mate from their clothes and slowly getting them to open up for them, and it’s all very nice and gentle…until the Omega arches and starts pleading for more

-During a heat is when bonding usually occurs. A couple bonds by biting into each others scent glands hard enough to draw blood and scar, doing it while being knotted helps distract the Omega from the pain of it

-Between waves of heat the Alpha will try to force the Omega to eat and drink and occasionally help them wash up in the shower…just so they can get them all dirty again ten minutes later

-Omegas in heat like to taunt their Alphas and try to aggravate them, because on an instinctual level they want the Alpha to pursue and dominate them and that’s exactly the reaction they get when they rile the Alpha up enough to snap and pin the Omega down with their full body weight and bite the back of their neck harshly to make them submit

-An Omega’s heat being unusually intense to the point that their Alpha is too wrecked and breathless to even move so the aggravated Omega just pushes them to lie back before sliding down onto the Alpha and satisfying themselves…it only injures a small portion of the Alpha’s pride

-Most Alphas love heats because they have a bit of a slick fetish and will happily spend a ridiculous amount of time licking up the excessive amount if slick their Omega mate is producing

-Alpha and Omega that are best friends and they are both fully aware that they are in love with each other, the Omega is waiting for the Alpha to initiate something but the Alpha is too nervous but one day the Omega goes into heat and pleads for the Alpha to help them out because it hurt so badly…a whole mess of instincts later and the Alpha is deep inside the Omega waiting for their knot to go down and freaking out because “oh my God I haven’t even asked you out yet! I’m so sorry, was this okay? Oh My God did I just take advantage of you?!” and the exhausted Omega telling them to shut up and that they’d arranged it all because the Alpha was obviously a scared little shit that needed a shove in the right direction

-An Alpha and Omega couple arranging to spend the Omega’s heat together, a few months in advance to ensure they are both level headed when discussing it (because consent is important) but the Alpha is too nervous once they actually go to do it. The Omega is literally all spread out and submissive in front of them and suddenly the Alpha is just like “Are you sure the heat wasn’t affecting you at all when we made this decision?” and the Omega is just so done “we’ve been planning this for months and if you don’t start fucking me right now for the love of god I will walk right out that door stark naked and get another Alp-” and that’s all the threatening encouragement the Alpha needs to start possessively latching on to the Omega’s neck and sliding themself right in

just 2 trophies from platinum! a doodle to celebrate~

170313 CH+ CHATROOM W/ HOSEOK

> hello!!~* (J-Hope sticker)
> wake up!!!!!!!!!!!!* (J-Hope sticker)
> heol (헐 showing excitement)
> Hi
> Hehehe wake up already
> You should go to school!!!!!!
> Good morning:)
> Everyone, you should be getting ready for work
> It’s currently 7 in the evening;)
> I haven’t eaten, please recommend something I should eat ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
> Dinner
> What should I eat?
> Give me suggestions~~
> everybody* please recommend something**
> ㅋㅋㅋㅋ meat !! meats good?
> Should hodoki eat rice, should I eat meat~ 
> Beef?!
> Yummy~~~~~~
> I like seafood
> i like seafood*
> I did well during our Chile performance~~~
> The atmosphere was really good !!!!
> I’m looking forward to the rest of the tour, too!!!!!
> Ohㅋㅋㅋㅋ Busan concertㅋㅋㅋㅋ I want to have concerts in Korea later
> In Gwangju!!!!!!!!
> man~~~~*
> You want us to perform in your front yard??ㅋㅋ
> I’m… speechless ? ㅋㅋ 💋
> Korean is hard right?!? ㅠㅠ
> It’s not a British person
>  Its England~~😍 (someone spelled England as “영곡” instead of “영국”)
> J-HO—————PE! ! ! ! ! !**
> Hobi Hobi ^_^**
> Everyone, make sure to eat breakfast
> And our international fans too *everybody dinner ok?* (dinner was written in Korean, everybody/ok was in English)
> Everyone eat~~~ I will eat deliciously and get strength, too!!!
> Everyone *hopeday~~*hopeday (J-Hope sticker)
> byebye !!*
> Bye~

T/N:
* = English
** = Japanese

trans:

jhope-shi

Kind of really missing when the pagan/fantasy community of Tumblr was BUZZING. We’re all out living our lives now & living the truths that we were writing about online ages ago, but I’m feeling really nostalgic (╥﹏╥) Change & transition & growth is obviously okay, but I’m reminiscing. I’m not even here very much these days, myself, but… meh.

Missing all the other (what may as well be) old hags of the tumblrsphere ♡

Out & Proud

It was all Adam’s fault, really. He’d seen the leaflet in the cafe and got it in his stupid head that it would be fun to go. Which is how Robert found himself covered in glitter and paint and carrying loads of free tat like he was at a children’s party. Only he wasn’t. He was at Hotten Pride.
If Robert was being honest with himself, amongst all the cheap tacky stands and the… overdramatic nature of the whole event, he wasn’t having the worst time. He’d never be an eccentric character but he got it, the whole community thing. It felt nice to know that he was surrounded by people like him, people that understood him. He felt almost… proud to be who he was, in the way he only felt around Aaron, but it was even stronger than that. It was a “fuck you” to Jack, a symbol of everything his dad had hated. If he wasn’t already dead, he’d have dropped dead on the spot at the sight of Robert here, glitter in his hair and a bi flag painted on his cheek, holding his husband’s hand, matching rings sparkling in the golden sunlight.
Said husband was frantically looking for Adam, who’d sent an SOS text minutes before, claiming to be being chatted up by a bunch of bearded guys and being asked to join their meet-ups. Robert highly doubted Adam was that desirable, but naturally, when Adam asks for help, Aaron comes running. He supposes it was probably for the best, Aaron was getting restless and Robert was getting horny- they would be certainly making use of all those free condoms from the stand they “accidentally” kept walking past- so it was likely time to be getting back. Robert was surprised Adam hadn’t been with the drag queens, he was that sort of… eccentric type who would end up being roped into their parade. On second thoughts, Robert HAD seen someone who looked awfully like Adam on one of the floats earlier…
When they eventually managed to catch up with Adam, rather conveniently the bearded guys had disappeared “to get beers”. Robert couldn’t hide the smirk on catching Adam out in his lie. Adam could talk for hours, Robert had always known that, but he’d been having so much… he’d been so busy that he’d forgotten just how annoying it was. He was certain not even a fraction of the stories Adam was telling was true, not that he’d been overly listening. Aaron was enthralled, though, so Robert settled on staring at his husband’s animated face. He liked nothing more than seeing Aaron happy.
Robert was so busy staring that he didn’t notice Adam sniggering at the flag painted on his face. He was brought back down to earth with a bump, remembering not everywhere was like pride, he would never be able to be himself without judgement. That being said, he expected better from Adam flipping Barton, given who his best friend was. Robert was all ready to lash out, when Aaron touched his arm and glared at Adam. God, Robert loved him.
Quickly changing the subject, Adam asked what they’d been doing. Well, having decided to sod off 20 minutes after they arrived, he wouldn’t know. The cheek of him, dragging them along against their will and then abandoning them as soon as he’d got them there. He could hardly blame Adam, they’d been lost in their own world, as Aaron and Robert tended to do, but Robert wouldn’t be telling anyone he was feeling even slightly sympathetic towards Adam.
Aaron muttered something about grabbing beers and heading down the pub, could hardly tell Adam that they’d found a corner of the green near the stage and made out all afternoon while live music had played behind them. Robert was certain they’d never live it down, and he wasn’t prepared to give Adam Barton any sort of leverage. Adam threw a look as though he knew Aaron was lying, but let it go. Robert was certain that was a story to be picked up at the scrapyard the next day.
“Rob, eh, not quite out and proud yet then? Still, there’s always next year, mate!”
Maybe that was true, maybe he wasn’t dancing on the tables or dressing up and taking part in parades, but he felt an acceptance he’d never felt before, so maybe Adam had the right idea after all.
And if Robert had bought a pen with a bi flag on the end of it, and if he kept it inside his bedside drawer for when he wasn’t feeling so good about himself, well, then nobody had to know.

ao3 link

back when they were first introduced (before they had names), mauve suggested stromae and janelle monáe as edward and lydia……. which i obviously had to draw……. so i started this and didn’t finish it but yeah here it is three months later when it’s no longer relevant