Hello everyone! This is my friend who, for some godforsaken reason, does not believe she is pretty. I try not to do this sort of thing, but I’ve made it my mission to make her believe that she’s attractive. So what I ask of you is, if you think she’s attractive, please like and maybe even reblog this post so she can see how many people agree with me! Thank you! (Sorry to be so attention-seeky, this just means a whole lot to me)
Thank you @laschatzi for beta services rendered! Hope you all enjoy this fluffy fluffy fluff fluff…
Killian woke that morning to an empty bed, I could’ve sworn she said she had the day off, he thought. He yawned and stretched, rolling over toward her side of the bed, that’s when he saw the piece of stationary lying on her pillow. He picked it up and unfolded it to see Emma’s handwriting:
Let’s play a game of hide and seek
I’ve already left, so you can’t peek
Alright Pirate, here’s clue number one
For her calming effect, she’s second to none
Let’s see how good you are at finding hidden treasure
For 300 years this was your only place of pleasure
A huge grin lit up his face, his Swan was in a playful mood, not to mention he loved a challenge. He was up and out of bed with a bounce in his step. He hopped into a refreshing shower then dressed to go and seek his hidden treasure.
Ever searching high and low seeking something everywhere does it await me in another’s arms Dear God show me, take me there in our blindness seeing only lack dammit I can’t seem to find it here it’s hiding right before our eyes in the emptiness that we most fear and so we continue looking out into this dream designed by men while ironically everything we seek is whispering I’m here, look within
A cheer went up from Les Amis as Enjolras stepped up onto
the coffee table and yanked the microphone out of Courfeyrac’s hands.
They were celebrating a successful protest and as the night
drew to a close they found themselves back at Courfeyrac’s flat busting out his
karaoke machine. The songs had gone from bad to worse to downright awful and as
the clock struck 2am, everyone was drunk.
And to the surprise of the entire group, ‘everyone’ included
Enjolras for once.
Drunk Enjolras was a gift no one expected to receive that
night but they were delighted.
He sways dangerously on the spot holding the microphone to
“You guys are amazing and I love you all.” Then he pointed
at Grantaire. “And I especially love you R but you knew that.” R blushed and
raised a glass in the direction of their boyfriend.
Bahorel shouting “Sing something E!” dragged Enjolras’ eyes
away from R.
“I am gonna sing something thank you thank you Bazzzzz. And this
is dedicated to you guys.”
Another cheer went up until Enjolras’ drunken slur broke
through the noise
themselves a plan
Everybody thinks they’ll
be the man, including the girls”
This line was shouted and Enjolras raised his glass in the
direction of Eponine, Cosette and Musichetta who were braiding each other’s
hair in the couch. Eponine raised her middle finger at him and he pouted before
“The musicians who
lack the friends to form a band are singer songwriters
The rest of us are DJ’s
or official club photographers.
And tonight I’m
playing another Les Amis show”
There was a ‘woop’ from the onlookers.
“So I’m going through
the phonebook texting everyone I know,
And quite a few I don’t,
whose numbers found their way into my phone
But they might come
along anyway, you never really know”
At this R raised their voice, “We do know Enjolras! All your
friends are in this room. You only have our numbers in your phone!”
“R stop it I’m singing shush” R laughed. Enjolras took a
step forward and tripped. R was up from their chair to catch him lightning
fast. They lowered him off the coffee table. Enjolras steadied himself but kept
his arm draped over R’s shoulder.
“None of this is going
anywhere – pretty soon we’ll all be old,
And no one left alive
will really care about our glory days, when we sold our souls”
He whispered “ ’m gonna make them care” into Grantaire’s ear
earning him a chuckle and a “sure you are Apollo” from his partner.
“But if you’re all
about the destination, then take a fucking flight.” The crowd let out a
laugh at Enjolras swearing.
“We’re going nowhere
slowly, but we’re seeing all the sights
And we’re definitely
going to hell,
But we’ll have all the
best stories to tell”
He hugged Grantaire.
“We’re going to hell R. You’re my favourite story”
R threw their head back in a laugh. “I don’t even know how
to answer that, Apollo”
Enjolras giggled and raised his glass and R joined in his
“We’re definitely going to hell but we’ll have all the best
stories to tell!”
Soon all the Amis were singing along with them and Bahorel
crushed them both into a hug.
Everyone piled into the hug and soon there was just a
singing, drunk knot of bodies in the middle of Courfeyrac’s floor.
Enjolras and Grantaire ended up squashed at the bottom of
the pile with their arms wrapped around each other. They didn’t notice when
everyone left because they were asleep by the time they did.
When morning broke Enjolras awoke with a splitting headache
“I hate Frank Turner and alcohol.”
R put their hand over Enjolras’ mouth.
“Shush Enj he’s a gift to modern music.”
Enjolras blushed as R snuggles back into his chest and falls
I have some work in the ‘Jealous Needs You’ show that opens Thursday the 19th at the Jealous Gallery in Shoreditch. There will be a ton of talent on show including but not only, Holly Wales, Rob Flowers, Jess Wilson and Adam Hayes. All the work being exhibited will be available to buy in the form of a two colour screenprint measuring 50cm x 50cm. I will also have a few of my prints available to buy HERE>>>> benjavens.bigcartel.com
You’re always present in my mind At times, as a sweet, sexy thought And at others, as my words When I try to get rid of you you just slip away
from within my grasp, from mind to heart, playing hide and seek I play this game with you the whole day long And even when I tire
I go to sleep with that lingering question that always exists deep within me ‘Should I love you or not?’ ;)
Junho gave the members towels for them to wipe off their perspiration but he didn’t leave himself a towel. So he kept looking at Chansung when Chansung was wiping himself. Junho then asked Chansung for the towel. Chansung wiped himself dry in a messy way then folded the towel neatly and passed it on to Junho.