Javert’s sitting at his desk in the office, rubbing his temples to push back a migraine as he listens to this godawful troop of student revolutionaries sing acapellas down the hall in their holding cells.
He had detained them about an hour ago for causing a disturbance. He knows each of them by name, and can pick them out of crowd. He’s detained them all multiple times before, both as a group, or individually - and while there are a few that raise absolute hell when they’re detained (mainly the blond one. Enjolras, his mind supplies bitterly), they usually aren’t the barrel of trouble that he makes them out to be. A hassle, yes; a nuisance, absolutely. But they aren’t dangerous, nor are they violent. They aren’t involved with drugs or anything of the like, either. All in all, it could be worse. But Javert still needs to fill out reports on each and every one of them every time he hauls them in, and it’s not the most thrilling thing in the world. They aren’t making it easy, of course. But this is the first time they’ve resorted to singing.
He looks up at the clock in his office with a sense of dread about him. They’re required to stay for the standard 24-hour period; it’s been about an hour and twelve minutes, and he wouldn’t put it past them to work in shifts to stay awake and practice their musical numbers on him. They’re creative in the art of peaceful protest and resistance, and he’s certainly counting this as an example.
Suddenly, there’s a break in the singing; but in the cavernous walls of the holding cells, he can hear the echoes of whispers and a high-pitched giggle. Javert’s pen stills against the paper as he squints suspiciously up at the cracked door. What are they doing? What will they be getting up to next? Or has he finally caught his break, and they’re all going to turn in for a nap?
“Pop,” comes the first voice. He recognizes that one - Grantaire. There’s a snort of laughter. Javert lowers his pen onto his desk. “Six,” comes a second. That was definitely Bossuet. Javert’s taken by a feeling of apprehension. He knows who the next one up is, and he’s filled with a sense of trepidation over the completion of the Unholy Trinity. And then, the penny drops - Joly joins in. “Squish!” There’s a giggle from one of the girls, and someone is choking back laughter. “Uh-uh!” “Cicero.” “Lipschitz!”
Oh, Lord above, no.
“He had it comin! He had it comin! He only had himself to blame! If you’d have been there - if you’d have seen it - I betcha you would have done the same!”
The other students are absolutely broken down into laughter, but their little musical production doesn’t stop for a moment. They go on with the song without breaking stride for even a moment; it’s almost too rehearsed. Javert knows that they aren’t breaking any rules; no one told them they had to be quiet, or that they couldn’t sing, or that they couldn’t perform a Broadway musical in his holding cells overnight…
He lets it go on for a while, desperately trying to do anything he can to keep his mind off of their little rendition of Cell Block Tango a handful of yards away. He repeats Bible verses to himself, focuses on his breathing or the scratch of a pen against paper, even prays for strength and patience a few times - but that patience runs out a few verses in, and he gets up with a resigned sigh to ask them to stop.
Javert opens the door to his office, an exhausted look about him as he interrupts Joly’s part of the song. For a long moment, everyone goes silent. Javert stares at Joly; Joly stares back. The other students are glancing between them almost cautiously. None of them are sure what’s about to happen - not even the Inspector, really. But then; Joly shoots first.
He slips an arm through the bars, allowing it to hang down casually, cocks a hip, and raises an eyebrow. “Then?” he asked, tilting his head. “He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife. Ten. Times.”
Javert isn’t sure how to react to the smallest of the students staring him dead in the eye and reciting lines from a musical essentially about murder and prison, but the other students undoubtedly do.
“HE HAD IT COMIN’!” Grantaire and Bossuet finally shout, joined now by Musichetta, Eponine, Courfeyrac, and Feuilly. The others are too busy howling with laughter. Enjolras has even cracked a sly smile by now, and it seems he’s considering joining in on the ruckus.
Javert gives a drawn-out sigh as he considers asking one of the younger officers for an extra set of headphones and an energy drink.
J. Marion Sims was a gynecologist in the 1800s who purchased black women slaves and used them as guinea pigs for his untested surgical experiments.
He repeatedly performed genital surgery on black women WITHOUT ANESTHESIA because, according to him, “Black women don’t feel pain.” Despite his inhumane tests on Black women, Sims was named “the father of modern gynecology”, and his statue currently stands right outside of the New York Academy of Medicine. SHARE to spread the word and have it removed for good!
high lord rhysand:“why does anything cling to something? maybe they love wherever they’re going so much that it’s worth it. maybe they’ll keep coming back, until there’s only one star left. maybe that one star will make the trip forever, out of the hope that someday—if it keeps coming back often enough—another star will find it again.”
Summary: Modern AU. Your first day at the New York Bulletin takes a catastrophic turn when you accidentally overlook a fellow employee’s private chat session. Inspired by the novel Attachments by Rainbow Rowell.
1. Diabetes - a very sweet book: “The Bookshop on the Corner” by Jenny Colgan is fucking adorable. It’s complete wish fulfillment and even though its not much else it does the cutesy part very well.
2. Chickenpox - a book that you read once and will not read again: Anything by Scott Westerfeld. Lets just say that I haven’t read his stuff in years, but I still remember his name.
3. Influenza - a contagious book that spreads like a virus: “Six of Crows” by Leigh Bardugo. I learned about the book through social media and i read the book because of social media. Totally worth it. Haven’t read the original series and probably wont but SoC is still good. Same happened with The Raven Cycle by Maggie Steifvater (though i’ve dappled in her stuff before)
4. The Cycle - a book that you read every month, every year, or very often: Harry Potter! I usually end up re-reading from start to end AT LEAST every other year. Also “Peter Pan”, I love that book.
5. Insomnia - a book that kept you up all night: I have read “The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane” by Kate Dicamillo so many times and I still sob heavily at AT LEAST 3 distinct parts. It’s my go to crying book for when I want to stay up all night crying.
6. Amnesia - a book that’s been forgotten and failed to leave an impression on you: I cannot remember a good number of the books that I’ve read. I’ve just realized I can’t remember the plot of James Patterson’s “Witch and Wizard” series. Also the last few books in “A Series of Unfortunate Events” by Lemony Snicket which I’m actually pretty dissapointed about.
7. Asthma - a book that took your breath away: Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever thought about this one. I remember being enamored by “Inkheart” by Cornelia Funke when I was younger. It’s a love letter to books and reading and it’s beautiful.
8. Malnutrition - a book that lacked food for thought: Hmmmmmm. Probably a majority of the copycat dystopians I read back when that was popular. I specifically looking at you “Divergent” and “The Maze Runner”! Just….ugh
9. Motion Sickness - a book that took you on a journey through time and space: Is this supposed to be in reference to time travel stories? I don’t think I’ve read any of those. “The Thief Lord” by Cornelia Funke has a carousel that can change your age, and it’s set in Venice. Does that count?. I guess I could also go with “The Hobbit” by J R R Tolkein if we’re playing loose with the rules. Ultimate fantasy road trip story. Also dragon.
So in this scenario BTS and you have been best friends for a while but they see you as way more then just a friend :)
“Jagiya, why is you’re heart beating so fast? The only thing that can cause this from now on is when you look at me. Got it?”
He would be sly and quick to jump at this opportunity and take care of you. He’d tell you jokes and cook you your favorite meal.
“Here take this *hand you a glass of water*. Why are you so reckless when it come to your health?”
He’d try and act cool but be dying inside by how nervous he was when you had suddenly called him to come and keep you some company while u were sick.
“JAGIYA ARE YOU OKAY?! I’M HERE”
J-Hope would totally forget about all the nervousness he had in his system and tend to you immediately making sure you had enough blankets and pillows, checking the rooms temperature several times and replace your glass of water with a fresh one 12 times in one hour.
“I will bring honor to my role as one of your best friends and heal you of your sickness *does medieval times accent*
When he walked in to your apartment he would give you his dimple filled smile even though deep down he was hurt by seeing you in that state. He’d try and make you food but break something in the process causing you to laugh. When he heard you laughing, he smiled and just spent the rest of the night at your side, telling you stories and showing you his new music, trying his best to show his love for you.
“Have you always had such red cheeks Jagiya? Don’t worry I’ll take care of you”
He would be like Jin and Rap Monster and take this opportunity to show you how much you mean to him. He would probably bring you some snacks and you too would watch a movie as you fell asleep on his shoulder. He would smile, then lay you down on the bed properly, then sit on the side looking at your now peaceful face and smile.
“Why did you call me out of all the members to keep you company huh? *Gives rectangle smile* I guess you like me too much”
He would be a huge tease and lighten the mood. He’d give you hugs and wrap you like a burrito in blanket’s and would constantly snuggle closer to you as you guys watched a comedy. He’d easily lose the words ‘personal space’ from his vocabulary :)
“Wouldn’t Jin keep you better company then me? He’s a way better cook”
He’d be unsure as to why you would call him out of all the other members but would secretly love how you chose him. He would make you food *aka ramen noodle (and of course not potatoes 😂) and eat with you while watching you favorite shows. Trying to give you the best company ever. So you would want it more often ;)