My Christmas Wishlist

Here’s a list of things I want to find under my Christmas Tree or under me.

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Isak watching Even sleep, caring about him soo much, cuddling him to keep him warm, setting the blanket the right way to avoid Even getting or feeling cold is… I… uggh… God how am I supposed to express all these feels?!

In today’s edition of fics I won’t be writing, I’m dreaming of a White Christmas AU, with Grantaire as the Bob Wallace-type character, the cynical but kind-hearted performer and producer, and Enjolras as Betty Haynes, the younger and beautiful singer who wants to make her own way in the world.

After Grantaire gets out of the army, where he served under General Lamarque, he returns to show business with his new partner, Courfeyrac. But after several years of success, Courfeyrac is convinced that Grantaire needs to settle down with someone. Enter Enjolras and his “sister”, Combeferre, who perform in a drag double-act.

Even the dialogue from the movie fits (with only minor tweaks):

Enjolras leaned forward, a frown puckering his forehead, and Grantaire had to resist the urge to lean in and kiss it in hopes of smoothing the perfect, pale skin. “Mr. Grantaire, before you go any further, I must tell you: you were brought here under false pretenses. Combeferre wrote the letter to you, not Sgt. Bahorel.” Grantaire sat back in his seat, and Enjolras quickly added, “Combeferre just figured you’d never come see us if we asked, and you might if Bahorel did, since you served with him in the army.”

“Well, what do you know,” Grantaire remarked mildly, a smirk curving his lips as he looked over at where Combeferre and Courfeyrac were dancing. “Even Combeferre’s got an angle going.”

Enjolras’s frown deepened as he clearly took offense at Grantaire’s words. “He didn’t mean anything by it–” he started, but Grantaire cut him off with a smile.

“Don’t apologize,” he reassured Enjolras, who looked anything but comforted. “Everybody’s got an angle.”

Now Enjolras’s eyes narrowed and he sat back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “That’s pretty cynical of you,” he said coolly.

Grantaire laughed and fluttered his eyelashes at Enjolras, his grin widening when Enjolras blushed slightly. “Oh come now, Monsieur Enjolras – surely you know everybody’s got a little larceny operating in them.”

 “Combeferre and I don’t play angles,” Enjolras said stiffly, clearly trying not to succumb to Grantaire’s charm and thoroughly rejecting his premise.

Rolling his eyes, Grantaire propped his chin on his hand. “If that letter wasn’t an angle, then what was it?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Enjolras glared at him. “I don’t like your implication.”

Grantaire laughed and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “Listen, I’ve no squawks or beefs with what Combeferre did tonight. He played a percentage, it worked, and we’re here. All I’m saying is, when you’ve been in show business for as long as I have, you get used to people working angles. That’s all.”

His placating tone had no effect on Enjolras, who raised his chin defiantly and told Grantaire coldly, “As the chance of us meeting again is extremely remote, I don’t think it’s important to go on arguing.”

Grantaire rolled his eyes and reached for the bottle of champagne to refill his glass. “Well, I’ll drink to that,” he muttered.

Enjolras arched an eyebrow at him. “Be my guest.”

And of course, they end up going to the same little inn in Vermont together, where Enjolras is shocked to learn that Grantaire served under the famed General Lamarque, the same man that Enjolras has revered for years. On top of that, when Grantaire learns that Lamarque’s inn is in trouble, he selflessly offers to help, which makes Enjolras look at him in a different light.

Naturally, the course of true love never did run smooth, and oh, misunderstandings abide, but eventually, on Christmas Eve, Enjolras and Grantaire confess their love to each other and toast to the future and to each other…

“May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white.”

Hallo! Back with day four. Kind of short but cute as always, lol. You can read my previous prompts here and I hope you like it!

Day 4: “Is… that my picture in your wallet/as your home screen?”

“Is… that my picture in your wallet?”

Luna was as red as Rudolph’s nose to say the least. Getting her wallet out of her bag had been a stupid move and now she had to find a way out of the awkwardness without sounding like a stalker or a frustrated lover. But this would not have happened if the boy had believed that she had a recognition card for “Always Late” in her time as a delivery girl on Foodger Wheels; she was in need of showing him that it was a true story and just forgot about it.

The fact that she had a picture of Matteo Balsano in her wallet.

“It may look like it’s a picture of you,” She tried to stay calm and looked for an excuse that did not sound like garbage, but she was between a rock and a hard place so she could only close her eyes in shame before saying the biggest stupidity of her life, “And that’s because it’s a picture of you.”

At least someone was finding this fun, “Well, I’ve lived with myself for seventeen years now so I think I know what my physique looks like, delivery girl,” He told her and that stupid arrogant smile was bothering her so much that she wanted to get rid of it all at once, “And there’s no way the guy in the photo is not me, so… Unless there’s a twin I was not aware of?”

“Well, I did not want to tell you, but I think you’re going to have a long talk with your parents, Matteíto. And now I’m leaving so bye!”

He looked at her with a funny smile, “Delivery girl.”

“So what?” She turned around all flustered with her arms crossed and frowned at Matteo, “I have pictures of my friends in my wallet, snob. You know Nina loves to take pictures and I’m a proud friend of her work.”

“I did not see anyone else’s photos in your wallet, though,” He smirked.

She raised her chin and adjusted her shoulders to look taller and less like a mouse in front of a cat, “That’s because you’re over the other photos and cover them.”

“So does that mean I’m your first picture?” He frowned as if he was solving a particularly difficult mathematical problem but smirked at her as he nodded mockingly.

God, she despised him, “It doesn’t mean anything, Matteo.”

“Well, that’s a shame, you know?” He told her and pressed his lips together with compassion as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Because I have you as my home screen.”

That caught Luna completely off guard so she could only open her mouth in surprise because she did not know what else to do, but the asshole winked playfully at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek until he saw Gaston walking in the background and called his name while going toward him.

“Gastón, wait! I have to ask you something about our homework.”

Rest in peace, Luna Valente. You were horrible at making excuses.

This was exactly the kind of clip I was hoping we’d get, when I went to sleep last night. I was hoping we’d get a clip of them in Isak’s bed, Even still asleep, while Isak is awake and holds him. I was hoping he’d talk to Sonja somehow and that she would help. Then I was hoping they’d talk once Even wakes up, even though he might not be okay yet. I can’t believe all of my hopes came true. The writers did exactly what I was hoping would happen for Even and Isak <3 

I’m not being challenged or fulfilled in any way and I think that’s ultimately why I am so unhappy. I need to find something that makes me feel like !!!! again but I’m unsure how to go about this.

taiga the sneasel has almost immediately become the mvp of my pokemon moon team, so heres a real hasty and simple immortalization of my new son

has anyone played Life is Strange? I heard the story was good and the ending is sad so I’m curious… Could anyone tell me if these things are true without spoiling anything at all? (like no chara names and stuff - i like it when the game is a total surprise) I can’t find anything online that isn’t bombarded with spoilers :/

Thank u :D

akatsukigadaisuki  asked:

where can I find/listen to the ROK CD Prelude (Blue Chapter) track? i saw it on one of your recent asks and I'm really interested!!

You can listen to the track and read the translation of it here. I also went ahead and uploaded it here if you want to download it (I don’t usually like to upload the drama tracks because I don’t know the original uploader’s wishes but I actually bought the Blue Prelude CD and ripped the track from my CD for my own listening purposes, so I don’t mind sharing it ^^).

I really hope my depression isn’t going to wreck me next semester too, because I’d really love to start learning arabic calligraphy, and also would love to have history as a major part of my major again, if I can do that and not simply study the mandatory subjects of my major, that would make everything so much more worthwhile…

I am looking forward to studying dialectology and lexicology though so fuck depression!