Thanks so much to everyone who’s been reading so far! I feel a little guilty since I know I won’t be finishing this any time soon, but anyhow, here’s some more anyway. Same general story warnings still apply (though none are really relevant for this section).
Derek makes it through another two weeks of school before it all gets to be too much again. He’s sitting in his room on a Saturday afternoon after practice, staring out the window at the treeline trying not to remember all the little needling comments that have been weighing him down all week. Even practice hadn’t really helped to lift his spirits and now he’s stuck in a post-lunch haze with nothing to do but his history assignment that’s already 80% done and not due til Tuesday. His parents aren’t going to call until after dinner, and he could go hang out with guys from the team but he’s in that weird kind of state where all he wants to do is mope near someone who cares enough to sit quietly with him and won’t ask any questions.
A cloud of birds unfurls from the forest canopy like smog over the sky, scattering in all directions, which is suspicious ‘cause he doesn’t remember seeing a single bird while in there. Nor hearing any, either. There’s nothing in the woods besides Dex. It’s the weekend - might he be in the woods again? He’d been pretty strange, but it’d been a welcome change from everyone on campus trapped in the same schedule and classes as Derek. And he seems like the type who wouldn’t mind Derek hanging around silently reading his book while he chops wood or goes fishing or whatever. But the forest is spread out over a substantial chunk of land, so they might not even see each other even if Derek goes looking. However, he has nothing better to do and there’s only one way to find out.
He’s more prepared this time, taking a small bag with him with some essentials: water bottle, compass, energy bar, flashlight. He leaves a note for his roommate to tell him he’s gone to the woods just in case he straight up dies for whatever reason and his parents descend on the school to demand answers.
After I revealed that Moses and I are trying to have a baby, my friendship with Levi quickly dissolved. I thought that sharing the news with him and Dana would be for the best and give me the feeling of support I needed from my closest friends. Humph unfortunately, I found out the hard way that doing that shit would only lead to bigger issues. While Dana was still on the fence about our decision, she continued to stand by me. Once she gave her “two cents”, she let it go and said she had my back no matter what. Levi, on the other hand, lost his mothafuckin mind. When I came into work that Monday, his extra ass abrasively approached me with more of BS, trying to get me to change my mind. This went on for the rest of the week and progressively got worse each day that passed. He wouldn’t let that shit go, even after I asked him to drop it several times, and continued to make working with him virtually impossible. By the end of the week I had enough and told him that if he didn’t stop, I would have to put him on leave, (paid of course), until he either got it together or found another studio. He felt as though I crossed the line giving him an ultimatum and decided to quit. At first, guilt set in and even though he was clearly in the wrong, I felt terrible. We were friends for years and for shit to end the way it did, bothered me to no end. As much as this situation hurt, I couldn’t let it bring me down.
I landed an appearance on a popular modeling show for one episode as a stylist and guest judge. Moses and his old assistant Shea, who is now working for him again, came with me to Bridgeport. These past few days have been heaven thanks to Moses. Enjoying my time out here with him made me forget all about Levi and Nica’s phony asses.This trip was beyond perfect. I nailed my appearance on set today and even booked two of their supermodel hosts for major red carpet events. I was feeling great and couldn’t wait to share everything with my man. I practically ran in our suite, taking off my jacket and heels, and hurried into the kitchen where I figured he would be. He was there, looking pissed as shit though, accompanied by a worried Shea and a open bottle of Hennessy.
Could you please please pleaaase do a scenario with the Horsemen + Azrael where their S/O took them out for a day on the beach and they want to go swimming and/or rockpooling with them?
Azrael: “Where did you say we were going?”
Your angelic friend followed you from the little car park at the top of a tall cliff towards an old, well-worn path that lead down its rocky face. You grin up at him, elatedly swinging your net to and fro, hefting your blanket up into a tighter grip.
“Well, I thought you deserved some R and R. Especially after that whole apocalypse fiasco,” you shudder, treading carefully down the path. Azrael hums behind you.
“Are and are?” he asks. You titter cheerfully, smelling the salt on the air and feeling the excitement flood through you with each crashing wave.
“Rest and relaxation,” you explain.
You both round the corner as you reach the bottom of the pathway and Azrael lets out a quiet sound of wonder. Smiling up at him, you notice the way his jaw has fallen open ever so slightly, his wingtips rustling in the breeze and nostrils flaring as he takes in the scent of the sea.
“First time visiting a human beach, Azrael?” you wonder aloud, watching children stop their playing and stare at your little duo.
“Unfortunately, yes….” the angel breathes, eyes finding the blue of the horizon where it moulds so perfectly with the ocean line.
“Well then?” you begin to run towards the water, “What are we waiting for?!” Azrael watches you take off running, and, infected with your sudden burst of enthusiasm, he smiles widely, treading onto the soft, warm sand and following after you, albeit far more gracefully. He reaches you as you draw to a stop next to a cluster of rocks, laying your blanket down over the sand. The angel hovers close by as you clamber up onto one of the rocks, suddenly beckoning him over frantically.
He blinks but is at your side in mere moments, peering down at what you’re trying to show him. The angel’s eyes widen when he spots it. There’s a pool in the rocks, just deep enough to reach your knees, filled with creatures of various shapes and sizes. They scuttle and swim from the shadow you both cast and Azrael lets out an intrigued sound. “Aren’t they wonderful?” he says to you, turning to see you pluck one of the tiny creatures from its home.
“They are,” you agree, thrusting the wriggling thing into his hands, “Ever seen a crab before?”
Azrael did his very best not to drop the poor thing, unnerving as it was to have it practically thrown at him. He stares into its beady eyes and the crab merely stares back, waving its pincers in the air.
“I have not yet had the pleasure…” the angel smiles at it, before gently lowering his hand back into the pool and allowing the tiny thing to scurry off, pausing only a moment to flick its eyes up at him before disappearing under a rock.
As he straightens up, Azrael notices you gazing at him with a lopsided grin so he turns fully to face you.
“Is something wrong?” he raises a snowy eyebrow down at you.
“No, no. It’s nothing…,” you murmur, “Want to sit and watch the sea for a while?” you ask him.
“My dear, I would like nothing more,” Azrael’s gentle smile fills you with affection as you hop down off the rocks and settle on the blanket, facing the sea. The angel drifts down shortly afterwards, sitting next to you with his bright white eyes staring out at the boundless water.
“Thank you…” he says after a while, “I think R and R and some quality time with you is exactly what I needed.” You couldn’t quite stop your mile wide smile.
Death: “Come on in, Death!” you call from the shallows, “The water’s great!”
“Er, thanks but I’ll pass,” came the short reply from the horseman on the shore, who looked for all the world as though he’d rather do anything else.
You roll your eyes, swimming further out into the deep, eliciting a sharp, barked order from your guardian, “Y/n, don’t go out too far. I don’t want to have to rescue you from drowning, of all things.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you call back, when all of a sudden, an idea popped into your head. A risky, wicked, cruel idea. But it’s embedded now, and damned if you would ever be rid of it. Without warning, you took as deep a breath as you could and plunged into the salty water, holding yourself under for as long as possible.
It really didn’t take as much time as you thought it would to get a reaction. Death had taken his eyes off you for a moment to watch Dust get in a fight with a seagull, but when he turned back, you’d disappeared. Death felt a chill run through him when he lost sight of you. Not even thinking, he dashed forward into the ocean. Propelling himself along, the horseman reached the place where he thought you’d disappeared, reaching under the waves and catching hold of something soft and warm. He pulled it hard and up it came, spluttering and giggling. The horseman gave you a disbelieving glare, expertly treading water as he shook you by the shoulders.
“What were you thinking, Y/n?!” he cried, “Foolish human, do you have any idea how worr-” He’s cut off by the sound of you laughing loudly.
“Oh come on Death, it was a little funny,” you protest, “Besides, you’re swimming with me, that’s all I wanted.” Death looked down at himself, then at you before he griped to himself quietly.
“You, Y/n, will be the one that sends me to an early grave,” he teased, releasing your shoulders. You cackled wickedly at him, sending a splash of water into the unsuspecting horseman’s mask.
“To be honest Death, I think you’re well past your due date anyway, at this point an early grave would be the kindest option,” your smile stretched your mouth wide, but it dropped in a split second at the look on Death’s face. His eyes were narrowed to slits and without warning, he dove under the water.
You froze, treading water lightly and looking around for the horseman.
“Death!?” you called, “Come on now, lets not-” You let out an undignified shriek when something grabbed your foot. You kicked and screamed back towards shore, shaking the thing loose.
Beachgoers turned in your direction at the sound of screaming, shielding their eyes from the bright sun and squinting over to your figure as it zooms from the ocean and up the sandy beach, closely followed by one of those infamous, towering horsemen who emerged from the water like a monster from the deep. Then, they would swear up and down that they witnessed him strolling up to you, only to have you beat him up with a flipflop before he throws you over his shoulder and tosses you back into the sea.
War: “You’re going to roast,” you point out to the towering horseman striding along behind you with a heavy step. He raises a snowy eyebrow down at you and you chuckle at his silent sarcasm.
“Yeah, okay. You can survive immolation, but surely you must feel a little uncomfortable in the heat?” you ask, wiping your brow and flicking sunglasses down over your eyes. The stoic horseman offered a noncommittal grunt and squinted up at some of the seagulls flying overhead.
You reach the edge of the quiet, secluded beach and step onto the hot, white sand. Instantly, you flash a smile up at your companion before slipping your shoes off, grabbing them, then running full pelt onto the beach proper, whooping all the way. War simply stared after you, looking around at the empty beach before stomping after you, grimacing when his boots sunk heavily into the sand. He looked down at his feet a moment as he went to take a step, spotting a crab scuttling underneath it. Frowning, War shooed it away with the toe of his boot then stepped where it had just been.
When the horseman looked up to find you, he noted that you’d gone. To his dying day, War would deny that he ever felt a rush of panic at having lost sight of you. He scoured the beach with his eyes, thundering down towards the water.
He almost sighed aloud with relief when he heard you call for him.
“Hey War! Come check out these caves!”
Grumbling, the horseman plodded over to the entrance of a large cave set into the protruding cliff face. The opening met the ocean, meaning that there was at least 2 feet of water inside. Rumbling, War waded inside and saw you, resting on your hands and knees atop a rock, peering into the darkness ahead. You turned to beam at him.
“How deep do you think they go?” you ask breathlessly. War heaves himself onto the rock beside you, muttering “Don’t run off again...” You roll your eyes and turn back to gazing at the dripping tunnel.
“You’re not going down there,” your horseman friend states, placing a hand on your back as if to stop you from galloping off down the cave.
“War!” you ignore his warning, “There’s a pool down here!” you squeal, and before he can stop you, you’ve slipped from his grasp and let yourself drop into the water below you. The drop was only a few feet and the water in the pool at least 8, allowing you to swim easily around in the dark liquid. War growled at your rambunctiousness but drops into the water next to you, looking hilariously startled when his toes only barely scraped the sandy bottom. You laugh at his shocked expression and swim over to him, bopping him on the nose as you pass. War scowls and swims after you as you retreat across the pool.
The afternoon passes slowly whilst you and the horseman spend an undetermined amount of time in that cave. You dub it ‘War and Y/n’s secret Clubhouse,’ much to War’s amusement.
You’re both perched on a rock, showing War how hard it is to remove limpets, when suddenly, the light changes. You turn around and gasp.
“Oh War, look at that sunset!” you breathe. He turns to see what you’re getting excited over, a strange sense of calm falling over him when he sees you silhouetted against the dying sun, golden and orange rays of light hitting the water and bouncing off your hair.
You sit together in silence for a while, watching the sun sink lower and lower in the sky, wary of the rising tide but not quite ready to leave just yet. You trust that War won’t let you get swept away.
Strife: You arrive at the seaside and stand with your hands held wide, turning to Strife and beaming. “Well? What do you think?” you ask. The horseman allows his eyes to wonder over the packed beach, sweeping his gaze left and right.
“I think….” he says, placing his finger under his chin in mock thought, “I wanna go check out that thing!” He points up into the distance and you follow his finger, finding your gaze settling on a large rock that climbed high into the air, probably reaching around 30 feet high.
“Why not?” you shrug, walking towards it, but before you can make it 3 steps, Strife is bounding ahead of you, calling back over his shoulder “Come on, Y/n!” He hurdles sunbathers and sandcastles, stopping only to pluck an unfortunate young boy out of a deep, sandy hole his brothers had dug as a trap.
You follow his path, enthused by his energy and grinning madly as you apologise to everyone he’d raced past.
Strife waits for you at the bottom of the large rock, staring up at it before glancing down at you. “Think you can handle the climb kiddo?” he teases.
“Oh you’re on old man,” you quip, snaking past him to begin clambering up the jagged surface.
Strife sputters, “Ol-old man!? Hey! Death’s the old man, okay. I’m the cool guy.” He starts climbing after you, making a sound of unbridled hurt when you wave your hand in a ‘so so’ motion. You continue your ascent, quietly wondering why Strife hadn’t overtaken you yet, he’s usually so competitive. The horseman, for his part, was staying behind you deliberately for the sole purpose of catching you should you lose your footing, definitelynot because he’s enjoying the view…..Honest..
You pull yourself onto the flat top of the rock, peering over the edge at the water below.
“Woah,” Strife murmurs behind you and you look up at him to see the horseman staring out at the sea beyond. There are sail boats cresting the line between sea and sky, the water practically glistens in the midday sun and you’re almost certain, as cliche as it sounds, that you can feel the ocean pulling you by your soul towards it, it almost feels like coming home.
“You feel that too?” Strife asks, breaking your quiet concentration. You nod up at him, not entirely sure what he’s referring to; whether he felt the same otherworldly pull that you did or if he meant the wind playing with his jagged hair.
The horseman plops down on the ledge, legs dangling over it as though tempting gravity. He pats the space of rock next to him, so you sit down there, also swinging your legs off the edge and letting them hang there. Strife peers sideways down at you, smirking. He places his hand on your side and drags you closer to him, chuckling when you gasp and grab the rock behind you for balance.
“Relax,” he mutters into your ear, “M’not gonna let you fall.”
“I know,” you admit, leaning into his side and enjoying this moment of respite from his usually hectic life.
Fury: “It’s beautiful,” she breathes, standing beside you. Reaching out a hand, she rests in on your shoulder as you both stare over the cliff face, down onto the golden beach below and the wild ocean beyond.
You smile up at her, gesturing to the stone steps that lead down onto the sand and she nods, trailing behind you as you take them. Fury and you reach the bottom of the steps and she sighs deeply at the feel of the soft sand below her feet.
“Oh, Y/n,” she starts, “this is so wonderfully unexpected.” You lead the way towards the ocean. “Here I thought we’d be catching up on those episodes you’ve been showing me.”
“Wait for it,” you smirk up at her, “We’re watching those tonight!”
“Oh, that’s a relief, I’ve been dying to know what happened after the last one.” Fury’s shoulders sag with relief as you come to a stop just before the water meets your feet. She watches you remove your flip flops before taking a step into the water, letting the waves rush over your legs and you let out a contented sigh.
“Wow, that feels nice, you should try this Fury,” you mention to the horseman beside you, who just grins.
“Perhaps later, but I believe I know someone who wouldn’t mind trying it out.” She steps back and you can almost feel the energy between worlds ripple through the air. There’s a near blinding flash of light and a shrieking whinny, then Fury’s horse erupts from the ground, tossing it’s spectral man. The horse gives its rider a guttural whicker, glancing around for danger.
“Hush, this is our day off,” the horseman soothes the beast, pulling herself onto its saddle and holding her hand out towards you. “Well,” she asks, “Are you coming?”
Flashing Fury a wide smile, you grab her hand and allow her to pull you up onto the saddle behind her. You wrap your arms around her stomach and rest your head on her shoulder, quivering with excitement. Her horse matches your exhilaration, squealing at the water that topples around its hooves when the waves break over its legs.
Fury turns to look at you over her shoulder, offering you a wink, “Hold on!” she calls. Turning back to lean down close, she whispers into her horse’s ears, “Go have fun…”
The violent rear makes you grip the horseman’s waist even tighter, hair whipping back as her steed thunders along the shoreline, drawing stares from other beachgoers and causing gulls to scatter into the air, shrieking almost as loudly as you are. Fury laughs gleefully in front of you, reaching your ears despite the wind whipping past at breakneck speed. You stare in wonder over her shoulder at the horizon, at the sky meeting the sea meeting the land. The water bursts around you and you’re hit with the cool sea spray as her steed launches itself deeper into the ocean.
You hurtle past people who whoop and holler after you, making you blush at the amount of attention that’s on your trio. The horse doesn’t let up until Fury gently coaxes it back to a steady trot. She whips her hair back and gasps happily.
“I haven’t run like that in millennia!” she calls back to you. “Y/n, we’ll have to come here again.” You nod against her shoulder, hair wild and face flushed.
So it seems to be a pretty much universally accepted fact that Helga Hufflepuff was the last one to say what kind of students she’d like, and we know that was students who are just, loyal, and unafraid of hard work.
But what if she wasn’t the last? What if it was Rowena Ravenclaw, and she was like, “well fuck I’m stuck with all the nerds and artsy types. Guess I’ll stick them up in a tower and make it really fucking hard for them to get into their own common room because I’m bitter about this.”
Or everyone’s calling dibs and Salazar Slytherin’s not paying much attention and is suddenly left with a bunch of kids, and the only uniting factor happens to be that they’re purebloods, so with his flair for the dramatic (big fancy snake in the plumbing) he goes completely over the top with it and is all like “perfect! These are the kids I wanted anyway! Look at them, they’re so ambitious! And cunning too! We’ll be in our secret clubhouse under the fricking lake!”
Or Godric Gryffindor is thinking really hard about it and looks up to find he’s too late, and is just like “eh, fuck it. Let’s go on an adventure kids!”
I just really like the idea that these characteristics we obsess over that identify us as belonging to our houses, could really just have been a bit of an accident.
You weren’t really a fan of baseball, if you were perfectly
honest. It just wasn’t that interesting to you. However, if you were talking
about the men playing baseball, it
was a completely different story. Your older brother was a huge minor league
baseball fan, for no reason you could discern. They weren’t famous and most
games were basically the same. He’d drag you to a game every once in a while,
if you weren’t working, and you’d eat your overpriced hotdog, pretending to
If you thought adaptation Enjolrati are a funny-looking lot, you haven’t seen adaptation Combeferres yet. An eclectic bunch, to say the least. At least, unlike Enjolras, Combeferre isn’t specifically given a physical description in the novel, so the variation is a little more explicable. Now, their takes on the character, on the other hand…
These guys definitely aren’t as hilariously bad as the Enjolrati, though, and sometimes there’s not much to say about them. I’ll say what I can.
Again, in chronological order:
^^^1925 French silent movie. I think this is him, but not completely sure, since none of the students but Enjolras are explicitly named in this version. I mean, it’s a silent movie. In the earliest versions, Combeferre is often next to impossible to pick out from the crowd. He will soon learn that this will often be his fate over the years.
^^^1934 French movie. Again, he’s never specified by name, but I think this may as well be him; right here he’s busy singing Combeferre’s song (”Si César m’avait donné…”). But then again, in this version Grantaire is some Courfeyrac-ish confidant/teaser of Marius as well as a super-dedicated patriot, soooo……I love how unimpressed Marius (bottom right) looks here, as if he somehow knows that this song is against him in the book. (Also, a bit off-topic: did people ragging on Tom Hooper for too many dutch angles in his Les Mis even watch this version? Good grief! When I watch this I feel like someone knocked the camera askew and just never bothered to right it again…….for the whole movie. But it’s French, so that’s “art,” right…? :P)
^^^1957 French movie. Definitely him this time. But…um…okay, can’t think of any reason why he’s not cool, but is it too shallow to protest against balding Combeferre? He does get to visit Gavroche at the latter’s hang-out, though, so he must be all sorts of cool to be able to score entrance into the secret kid clubhouse. And there he gets introduced to Eponine and Azelma and is every bit the gentleman, so there’s that. :) (Though he does have the indignity of being called “Monsieur Fauchelevant” in the subtitled version of that scene, despite Gavroche clearly saying “Combeferre”…)
^^^1964 Italian movie/miniseries, I Miserabili. Ugh, so hot it hurts. The makers of this miniseries obviously had a soft spot for Combeferre, because they’ve made him of the “assertive Combeferre” variety, the sort who is more like a joint leader with Enjolras than a follower of Enjolras. They’re also a little flirty, in basically the same vein as 2007 Shoujo Cosette (see below).
^^^1971 Spanish (Castilian) telenovela. He’s never explicitly named as Combeferre, but he does have a mini-version of Combeferre’s plea at the barricade for the five family men to save themselves. He also pretty much acts like a Combeferre throughout (i.e., as a second to Enjolras). Must be some kind of superhuman badass, because he’s basically the last person alive on the barricade (not counting shirtless Russell Brand, but that’s a story for another day). He insists on wearing a phrygian cap 24/7 and looks pretty much like the most obvious rabble-rousing socialist republican ever–surprised the cops never picked him up on that alone. Police profiling not a thing back then?
^^^1972 French miniseries. Enjolras’ evil twin. Also, does not believe in wearing sufficient clothing on barricades. Also, inexplicably pissy all the time (see also: Angry Peter Jackson below). There aren’t words for how wrong-headed I think this version’s interpretation of Combeferre is. A Combeferre is serious, but not grumpy. A Combeferre gently speaks up if he disagrees with someone, he doesn’t glower. Even beyond general demeanor, the whole role is just wrong. It’s like everything this Combeferre says and does is designed to be the polar opposite of what book!Combeferre would say and do:
Book!Ferre, when told that barricade will fail: *gives impassioned speech to try to convince fathers of families to save themselves*
1972!Ferre, when told that barricade will fail: “Let us make a protestation of corpses!”
^^^1980 French comédie musicale. Yeah, apparently that’s him………Wow, is it just me, or is he, like, incredibly sexy…? I mean, no offense, book!Ferre, but…wow…….To be fair, his character in this version was apparently some kind of amalgamation of himself and Courfeyrac (i.e., Combeferre was Marius’ BFF). I’m assuming it was in the musical’s transition to Britain that Enjolras took on the tasks of Courfeyrac, and Combeferre went back to being, well, Combeferre. But in the meantime, let’s just bask in his velvety-coat, guyliner, shaggy-haired glam rocker hotness.
^^^1982 French movie. You’re perfect, sir, don’t change. There’s a scene where he’s playing chess and reading a book at the same time on the barricade (like, literally on it), and only pauses in his match/book to gently but firmly scold Marius while fumbling awkwardly around with his spectacles. Nuff said.
Speaking of which, is this the first appearance of Combeferre with spectacles…? Unbelievable that it took that long!
^^^1985-present, British stage musical. Little more than an ensemble role. (Pictured above: Graham Rowat, American 3rd National Tour, probably one of the best musical!Ferres ever, or at least the only one I ever saw who actually cared deeply about book!Ferre.)
^^^1988 wtf i don’t know. Known in my house as Angry Peter Jackson. In this version, there was no Enjolras (!) and Combeferre took over that role of barricade leader (!!). This whole version is probably one of the worst examples of animation I have ever had the displeasure of watching.
^^^1992 French animated series. Shouldn’t you and Enjolras exchange character designs? In this scene, he’s all bummed cuz he’s being scolded by Gillenormand at the barricade–that should say everything that needs to be said about the absurdity of this adaptation.
^^^2007 Japanese animated series,
Les Misérables: Shoujo Cosette (レ・ミゼラブル 少女コゼット). Too cool for his own good (see also: 1964 Italian above). To be precise, a kuuru megane anime stereotype:
(Pictured above: the same damn character, even practically the same character design. I could probably give half a dozen other anime/manga examples exactly the same.)
For all his coolness, Shoujo Cosette Combeferre is attached at the hip to Enjolras, and is a bit of a flirt moreover. “Hey, Enjolras, you’re totally coming to my place for a sleepover, right?” It must be a committed relationship, though: he wants Enjolras to meet the parents. Enjolras doesn’t seem so keen on it…
^^^2009 Japanese manga. I am just going to be a stereotyper and assume this background dude with spectacles is Combeferre. He does absolutely nothing in this manga.
^^^2010 French bande dessinée. Whoa. Mario, shouldn’t you be out plumbing my toilet or fighting Koopas or something? (Srsly, tho, is this how the French see Combeferre………? I mean, really??)
^^^2012 American-British movie musical. KillianFerre. Inexplicably pissy/excitable all the time. The Courfeyrac of Combeferres. At least he is pretty indisputably good-looking. Also dat coat…!
Actually, his whole costume kinda rocked, but more on that some other time…
^^^2014 American manga. The “him” in this speech bubble meaning Enjolras, of course–nothing like a Combeferre hanging around ready to undermine everything Enjolras says. This Combeferre is actually pretty cute. He’s like Enjolras’ nice friend, who, when Enjolras is done verbally abusing Marius, is there to dry Marius’ tears.
^^^2014-2015 Japanese manga. He wears a straight-jacket because, well, Enjolras. So far he seems to be on the kuuru side of Combeferres again, because if the French see Combeferre as Mario, the Japanese see him as some kind of quiet badass aniki. (On that note, I’m actually really surprised he doesn’t have spectacles in this version.) It doesn’t hurt that he also had to shut down Marius’ bonapartist ranting in this version, so that immediately upped his kuuru factor.
Final thoughts? Hm. Some are very good, some are…not. Many never existed at all or are simply hypotheses. Such is the step-down from an Enjolras to a Combeferre: you have a greatly lessened probability of making it into a Les Mis adaptation. Even when they make it into a version, they’re rarely allowed to actually develop a consistent character. I think 1964Italian, 1982French, and (sigh) Shoujo Cosette were probably the best versions for Combeferre. 1972French is the most actively painful (though Angry Peter Jackson sucks too). The rest are non-entities. So…not a bad average…?
why do straight people think that being lgbt is like a secret clubhouse we won’t let them into. no, it’s fucking NOT “about love and inclusion” no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no. IF YOU ARE A CISHET PERSON YOU DO NOT BELONG IN LGBT SPACES.
Hi! I love your writing so much! I've read all of your Scorbus fics and I was wondering if you could write one where they are younger and they discover they have crushes on each other and it's super super fluffy. :)
Scorpius chased Albus around the playground wearing his mother’s lipstick, ready to smack a big kiss on Albus’ cheek. They were playing kiss chase, but because they did’t know any girls (Rose refused to play with them) they had to pretend.
Albus run under the slide, giggling as Scorpius jumped over it to try and shorten the distance between them. He shrieked and ran faster as Scorpius started gaining on him. “I’m going to kiss you!” Scorpius shouted, puckering his lips and making kissing noises at Albus.
They crashed into each other by the tire swings and fell onto the ground in a heap. They both were laughing uncontrollably with their limbs tangled together like a pretzel. Scorpius went to kiss Albus’ cheek but Albus turned his face at the last moment and Scorpius’ lips landed against Albus’ own.
“Oh,” Albus said, staring up at Scorpius in surprise.
“I’m so sorry,” Scorpius said quickly. “I didn’t mean too.”
“It’s okay,” Albus said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to get the lipstick off. “Don’t worry about it, Scor.”
Scorpius smiled shyly and nodded. He untangled himself from Albus and helped him up.
“My turn!” Albus said, making grabby hands at Scorpius, who cried out and took off running.
Albus and Scorpius had a secret clubhouse, a treehouse that Mr. Potter had built for them. It was technically James’ first, but he said he was too old for a treehouse and was more interested in playing rugby.
Albus and Scorpius had taken it over happily, making sure Lily didn’t disturb them. Albus would play music while they continued their ongoing monopoly game.
“I’m bored,” Albus said, throwing down his money in a huff. “Let’s do something else.”
“We could see if Rose wants to hang out,” Scorpius suggested.
Albus made a face. “No, girls are gross.”
Scorpius blinked. “All girls?”
“Yeah, all girls,” Albus said insistently. “They’re a bunch of moody know-it-alls.”
Scorpius brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them. “I don’t think you should make generalizations like that. I mean all girls aren’t the same.”
“Well I don’t like girls,” Albus informed him stubbornly.
“What about boys?” Scorpius asked with interest.
Albus shrugged and fiddled with his iPod to change the music. “Boys are okay, I guess.”
“So you don’t like anyone, then?”
“I like you.”
Scorpius blushed and found a wide smile spreading onto his face. “You do?”
“Of course I do, dummy,” Albus said, rolling his eyes. “You’re my best friend, aren’t you?”
“Oh,” Scorpius said, his face falling and a feeling of disappointment welling in his chest. “Yes, of course I am.”
“Who else was I going to fall in love with?” Albus challenged.
Scorpius glanced up and suddenly Albus was there. Scorpius blinked a few times as Albus reached out to touch him, cupping his face in his hands. “We were each other’s first kiss,” Albus said gently.
“I know,” Scorpius said, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I was there.”
Scorpius laughed nervously and looked at Albus’ bright green eyes. Then his own eyes were closing and Albus was leaning in. Their lips pressed together tentatively and Scorpius gasped at the feeling. He unraveled his body so that Albus could scoot closer.
When they pulled back, both of them were smiling. “Want to do that again?” Albus asked, tracing Scorpius’ lips with his thumb.
“Yeah,” Scorpius said with a nod. “Not bored anymore?”
Albus shook his head. “Definitely not bored.”
Scorpius inhaled and let out a shaky breath. “I love you too.”
Albus rolled his eyes. “I know that.”
“No you didn’t,” Scorpius said, poking him in the side.
Albus smirked. “Sure I did,” he lied, pulling Scorpius into another kiss. “But thanks for telling me anyway.”
Scorpius snorted. “You’re welcome.”
“I think there’s meant to be tongue involved with snogging,” Albus said, pulling away thoughtfully.
“Oh, did you want to try that?” Scorpius asked, feeling his face flush at the idea of Albus’ tongue in his mouth.
“I want to try everything with you,” Albus said, lacing their fingers together. When their lips came together again it was with open mouthes. It was warm and wet and a lot awkward. They pulled away and both made faces at each other before bursting into laughter. The kissing would get better. Everything was only going to get better.
Story Type: Short story. Length: Medium. Trigger Warnings: None.
Every summer, when my sister and I were young, my dad would set up a
tent in the backyard. I have fond memories of afternoons spent playing
in our super-secret clubhouse. To enter, visitors have to either recite
the password, or pay a reasonable entrance fee: one cookie per club
member. The tent was ours and ours alone, and we could leave it in as
big of a mess as we wanted to without getting scolded. Comics, toys,
blankets, and even clothes were scattered about on the floor, but
neither of us minded the chaos. On rare occasions, dad would let us
spend the night alone in the tent. Those nights were particularly
special to us, as they were the only times we got to do anything
“outdoorsy”. We lived in the city, and the closest we got to nature was a
small forest separating our yard from the neighbor’s home. The trees
were so thin and far apart from one another that we could clearly see
through to the other side. It barely qualified as a forest, but despite
this, I learned one night that something could hide in it, just out of
sight. That night was the last I ever spent in the tent.
So, this is a matter I’ve thought about a lot and it encompasses quite a few thoughts so bear with me here.
Lars and Sadie. I get asked why I don’t ship it (at least outside of AUs where I actually do ship them) and I have plenty of reasons, but I think this sums up the biggest crux of them.
(Broken down into two parts for ease of reading.)
Point One: Lars is Gay (or possibly Bisexual)
This one is important and I’d like to address it first. I’ve gotten this impression for a very long time now. A lot of Lars’ behaviour and dialogue hints toward it.
* Lars often seems confused about what to do with Sadie’s interest in him. This could be a teenage thing, as he is an awkward teenager, but he doesn’t seem much interested in actually going anywhere romance-wise with Sadie. It is implied that the two of them have done something sexual together in the past (Joking Victim) but whatever it was seems to have left a way bigger impact on Sadie than on Lars.
* Lars’ crush on Buck. Whew… I think this one is painfully obvious, and I say that as someone who totally does NOT ship this as a pairing. Lars is desperate to get Buck’s attention. While initially he talks about the cool kids as a whole, his specific attention toward Buck becomes more obvious over time. In Shirt Club, he was falling all over himself to try and get Buck to notice him. Lars and the Cool Kids marks the first (and only) time we’ve seen Lars take off his shirt in canon, which is when Buck and co wanted to go swimming. He didn’t even hesitate. Contrast to Sadie who he was stranded with on an island for days (possibly a couple of weeks) and still never took off his shirt.
It’s even present in this newest CN clip. Lars says he has no plans for the day off. Sadie describes a date, basically inviting him over for movies and dinner. Lars is like “Not interested. But you know who that’d be great with? BUCK.”
So… Sadie talking about going on a date makes Lars immediately think of Buck. Someone’s crushing pretty hard here.
* Rebecca Sugar ships M/M stuff all the time. Okay, this one isn’t based on the show itself, but Rebecca Sugar and at least one of the storyboard artists (if not more) are active m/m shippers (First in the EEnE fandom, but I point out that Rebecca’s comic, Pug Davis, has a very gay male character who is in love with his companion). With that in mind, I’ve been surprised there’s been no overtly gay male characters on the show. Now it’s a little harder to get away with when all the male characters are humans and they can’t easily handwave it as ‘perceived’ gender, but I’d wager anything that there’s some gay or bi males on the cast and Lars seems a prime candidate for it.
*Lars’ past relationship with Ronaldo. This one is a whole can of worms… I’m gonna have to break it down into two parts
-pt 1 - Their interactions as kids. We see very little of this and yet it’s so rich in information. The two of them were friends. The scene involves them in their new 'secret clubhouse’. Lars is the one who emphasizes how this is secret and no one can know and it comes up a lot. Even more than that, upon first seeing the photo, Lars seems genuinely terrified and blurts out “you said this was secret”. Ronaldo doesn’t utter that word once during this entire sequence, by the way.
But even with Lars’ worry about things being secret aside, his reactions with Ronaldo are fascinating. I tend to gauge some things by heteronormative subtext (ie: if these characters were a boy and a girl, what impression would this scene give). If Ronaldo were a girl in this flashback, I think there’d be a lot of people assuming they’re a cute little couple. Lars’ behaviour is downright flirty in some ways, his efforts to go out of his way to be silly and make Ronaldo laugh with his gestures is something I don’t see him doing much of in modern times. Plus when he carves his name and Ron is confused, he says “I’m carving our names in”. Not “mine”, but “our”. Carving your own name and someone else’s into wood is such a commonly associated thing with Romance that it even has its own trope on TV Tropes (Sweetie Graffiti). There’s a reason that a lot of people who aren’t even fans of either of these two characters make comments about them getting together… it’s because a lot of their interactions would read as romantic if they were a m/f friendship.
-pt 2 - Lars’ current relationship with Ronaldo. Frankly they avoid each other like the plague. But when forced to interact things get interesting. A lot of Lars’ interest in the episode seems focused on Ronaldo. His behaviour around Ronaldo actually does a 180 to his behaviour around most folks. A lot of the time Lars slumps, but in this episode he stands up straight and Ronaldo is the one who continually is backing down. Lars has put himself in the dominant/power position and Ronaldo seems to just accept this. Even times when Sadie and Ronaldo are interacting, sometimes seems like more of his focus is on Ronaldo than Sadie (is Ronaldo 'moving in’ on my territory, etc). Towards the end of the episode, Lars seems to even forget that Sadie was there until Ronaldo asks her if she’s okay.
That also doesn’t get into the way Lars invades Ronaldo’s space. His action of flicking Ronaldo’s hair is jarring for both characters because neither of them seems to initiate physical contact much (but especially Lars).
Of particular note are some of Lars’ statements. Especially when Sadie and Steven talk about the gem 'lashing out from feeling hurt and trapped’ and Lars immediately thinking it’s about him. Many closeted folks describe feeling 'trapped’. But also Lars’ almost throwaway line “We’re all just hearing things and seeing things and FEELING things that aren’t real.” Feeling what? I’m pretty sure Lars is talking about emotional feelings not tactile ones from the way he says it. I suspect he’s got some lingering issues with Ron that go deeper than just thinking Ron is a dork.
Last, but certainly not least, is when Ronaldo teases him at the end and he blushes. Note that Lars has dropped his aggressive stance and gone back to his normal one and the balance of power is no longer focused on him at that point. But there is still an emphasis on their interaction and relationship and I’m interested to know more about both.
Point 2: Sadie and Lars’ relationship is unequal and has some very toxic elements
There’s some issues with the Lars and Sadie ship that need some addressing right off, but I want to lead by saying that RonLarsSadie is my OT3 and I have no trouble with the CONCEPT of Lars/Sadie, just with the most frequent portrayals and the way certain things get ignored or brushed over when they should be addressed.
Most of the issues I have with the ship come when people forget that aspects of their relationship are bad and need work before it can be considered healthy. They’re both dumb kids who have a lot of growing up to do and they’re both great at ignoring the fact that you have to work at a relationship to make it work, whether it’s a friendship or romance.
So, with that out of the way, here are the concrete issues with their relationship
*It’s pretty one-sided. Sadie is obsessed with Lars. This is a whole big issue in itself, as Lars seems to be the main focus of Sadie’s attention all the time. Outside of work and hanging with Lars, we barely see her doing anything on her own - discounting the things her mom makes her do, of course. Other than Steven who makes himself friends with everyone, she seems to have no friends aside from Lars. She goes to things with Lars and doesn’t necessarily seem to be into them herself (ie: Tiger Millionaire, she is not really into the wrestling in the way that Lars and the others are). The only time she does a social event where Lars isn’t involved is the movie night in Horror Club and Lars winds up butting into that anyway. Also Steven was the one who invited her and probably badgered her to come.
Lars’ reactions toward Sadie are kind of hard to read. He does have a certain possessiveness, but his interest seems to be more in the respect of 'I need someone to make me feel good about myself’. He hangs around with her a lot less when he starts getting in with the cool kids.
*Sadie’s focus on Lars has disturbing parallels with Rose and Pearl, where Sadie would 'do anything’ Lars asks her even when it’s to her own detriment and she even seems to kind of glorify or revel in the fact. However, unlike Rose and Pearl’s relationship, Sadie also lashes out at Lars and is not above manipulating him. She becomes aggressive with Lars when he lets her down The fact that she didn’t even know for sure that Steven’s fire salt was safe and yet dumped a ton of it on Lars’ donut to 'punish’ him is not a good response and was really disproportionate, but that’s not the worst one, by far
Her lying and hiding the portal to strand them so he’d be forced to spend time with her is not indicative of a healthy relationship. Lars was there against his will for several days if not weeks. This is basically the equivalent of Stockholm Syndrome except he doesn’t know Sadie’s the person holding him hostage! The kiss scene is hard to gauge in terms of his actual emotional state because he’s been put under extreme stress for a while by that point. Also, immediately after the kissing/cuddling scene, Lars is in the midst of an emotional breakdown and can’t take it anymore.
Sadie’s response to this is to be frustrated. Why? Literally, he has to be at the point where he can’t take it anymore and she’s still seemingly not aware that what she’s doing is wrong and hurting him. I’m not sure Lars is in any mindset to be romantic with anyone at this point. Frankly I’m surprised he’s still maintaining a friendship with her at this point because some of the stuff that happened on the island could be considered torture in an attempt at coercion (lack of steady food, constant state of stress, etc).
And let’s not forget Lars’ negatives here either…
*Lars is leading her on. He is. At this point there’s no way he can’t know she’s romantically interested in him and he doesn’t seem interested in her in the same way. But instead of admitting it, he strings her along, makes her do his work and do nice things for him and basically uses her.
It may also be that he’s 'experimenting’ with her to figure himself out, which isn’t entirely uncommon, but the fact that he’s letting her think what she wants (I’m trying very hard to avoid quoting a spoiler here, but it’s basically confirmation that it’s to his benefit for Sadie to think whatever she wants about their relationship).
Lars may be uncertain about his own sexuality and what he wants and that’s fine, it’s part of growing up, but he needs to stop using Sadie to make himself feel better or more important, especially when it just causes her to get more obsessed with him.
All of that said, I think there are parts of their relationship that COULD WORK (at least they can work if Lars is bi and not just gay), but that they need to work around all of these other things to make it viable and not a problem where they’re both using and abusing each other in this disturbing cycle.
I hope they can figure it out. Trust me, as two-thirds of my OTP, I want them to be functional, but that is a long road and not a point where they’re currently at.
I have more thoughts on different character interactions and relationships with these two, but I think this is long enough for now.
guys help i can’t stop with the elementary school au HAVE SOME CHARACTER DESIGNS/HEADCANONS:
Matt has a giant head and I don’t know why. Every time I draw him I’m like “Okay, you got this, don’t give him a giant head this time” and then BAM, baby bobblehead. SORRY MATT, MAYBE NEXT TIME DON’T BE SO SCRAWNY. (Jack can’t figure out why Matt’s such a beanpole, he eats like a horse.) Anyway he lives with Jack and takes Coach Stick’s special ninja gym class with Elektra and Colleen and Danny. His super senses aren’t exactly a secret but only Jack and Foggy and Elektra and Coach Stick really get the extent of them. Also, that striped shirt is his favorite.
Foggy is Matt’s very most bestest friend and they have a secret clubhouse (Karen found it in like four seconds) and are gonna live together when they grow up in a big house with a swirly slide, they already decided. His parents are very big on personal choice and self-esteem so they let him decide how long he wants his hair to be and pick out all the weird t-shirts he wants. His favorite question is “But why?” Jack thinks he is super weird but is mostly glad Matt has such a good friend.
Trish is a child model and “aspiring” child actress (they are really her mom’s aspirations but she is very charming and articulate). She’s a natural redhead (I’ve decided) and her mother basically dresses her like a cupcake at all times, much to her annoyance because it makes it super hard to climb trees. Hence that expression. Her mom thinks Jessica is a bad influence, and is mostly right about that. (…Let’s say this is a universe where Trish’s mom is annoying but not actually abusive, shall we? Same for Stick, whatever Karen’s family’s deal is, etc.)
Jessica has never brushed her hair in her life. She is bad at following rules and gets into a lot of fights with Frankie Castle and her knees are always skinned. She will 100% PUNCH YOU if you mess with Trish or Malcolm (no one messes with Malcolm, messing with Malcolm is like bullying a kitten) and she knows everyone’s secrets. She is also MEGA STRONG and can fly a little but her bio-family’s alive and happy, don’t think about it too hard.