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Do You Permit it?
Enjolras and Grantaire
Do You Permit it?

After seeing this post, I got the idea to make one of these a reality! So I put together some of the motifs from the musical and changed the words to re-create the Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk scene (Enjolras and Grantaire’s death). I hope you enjoy!

ENJOLRAS:
I can’t hear the people sing
All of my dreams have turned to ash
Now all my dear friends have gone from me
And my fate will come at last-

SOLDIERS: (soldier 1 sings lines 1 and 4, solder 2 sings line 2, solder 3 sings line 3) 
I know this man!- He shot the artillery-guard.
He is insane!- The cause of all of this blood.
He is in charge!- So if we kill him, we’ll win.
Get ready, men, you fire on my command.

ENJOLRAS:
Yes, shoot me now, I do not care, I wait for death-

GRANTAIRE:
Stop! (all freeze except for Enjolras and Grantaire)
Hold your fire, I beg of you
For I am one of them
These brave, passionate men
And I will gladly die with him - if he shall will it so
Oh, the people will sing
For our deaths here will bring
A change that makes tomorrow come

ENJOLRAS:
Oh God, Grantaire, you fool, have you no fear?
They’re going to kill us - you should flee from here!

 GRANTAIRE:
It will be fine, I’m unafraid.
I’m with you - I am saved.
So don’t you fret, m. Enjolras
You won’t feel any pain
The shots fall soft as rain
They will not hurt us now
(to the soldiers) I beg - finish us both with one!
(to Enjolras again) And I will die with you (E: And I will die with you…)
If you permit me to (E:(taking Grantaire’s hand)Yes, I permit you to…)
And I’ll see you again- (E: Grantaire, I-)

(The report sounds. Blackout.)

“Whenever you’re dark inside, don’t let go. No, don’t let go.
Remember there’s rain, and there’s candy, and Christmasy winter snow.
And remember I love you the same, and I’ll strangle your pain.”
And he tells me to sing, and I sing. And I sing

for my brother who keeps me sane
and tells me everything will be okay.”

Genderbent Winchesters

Why am I thinking of this…… just why…. There’s no rhyme or reason for it. I’m supposed to be writing a philosophy paper….. 

Dean(na)

  • 5′8″ (she will argue for an extra half inch)
  • Dirty blonde hair in layers that isn’t too long. Just below shoulder length
  • Freckles across her cheeks and nose
  • Wears pretty heavy eye makeup cuz it looks damn cool
  • Eyelashes long and adorable (princess-like gaze)
  • Slim figure with rockin’ hips
  • C-cup
  • Gently loose shirts, never baggy
  • The tightest of jeans for style (and also comfort because hell yeah she can move and hunt in them)
  • Dark brown combat boots
  • Calls sister a horde of nicknames (Sam, Sammy, Samster)
  • Does and will wear Sam’s hoodies because they’re spacious and cozy
  • Squirmy sleeper
  • Never sings in her proper octave
  • Scarily skilled at mimicking singers whilst singing along to the classics in the Impala
  • Can fall asleep anywhere. It’s a gift, really
  • Sweeps the guys (and ladies) off their feet with flirting fit enough for a cheesy 90s movie
  • Drinks like a monster
  • Can hold her liquor most of the time
  • Tries to remember all the good sex she’s had
  • Bosses Sam around all the time
  • Much to the chagrin of the other
  • Will die for Sam
  • If anyone nasty tries to pick her up, she swiftly beats the shit out of them without batting an eye
  • Will destroy anyone gross who hits on Sam
  • Cuddler to the extreme

Sam(antha)

  • 5′10″
  • Hair is wavy (curly depending on the weather, how she slept on it, or if she leaves her hair wet after the shower) and on the longer side
  • Puts hair in ponytail or bun often
  • Blush always on cheeks, with or without makeup
  • Has a mole on her inner left cheek close to nose 
  • D-cup
  • Fuller figure compared to her sister; much more muscle
  • Wears layers often
  • Likes to stay warm since she gets cold easily
  • Jeans range from skinny to looser at the cuffs
  • But she ain’t afraid to break out the leggings every once and a while
  • Exercise is life
  • Healthy eating is also life
  • Suffers through sister’s nicknames but strikes back with a few of her own (De, Anna, DeDe)
  • Gets to tough work on cases first
  • Shy demeanor and precious smile according to the ever-teasing older sister
  • Dimples noticeable enough to cut a bitch (not really they’re soft and deep)
  • Sleeps like a rock; doesn’t move an inch
  • Bad hair days are frequent
  • Lets De do her makeup when they’re going out to investigate and chit chat
  • Says she hates it and thinks it’s annoying
  • Secretly loves the way De does her eyeliner
  • Is a beanie wearer in cold weather
  • Can hold her own in bars but it is nice to have De there for support
  • Doesn’t have sex often but she fucks a guy up and leaves him wanting more every damn time
  • Forcibly tells sister she cannot sing
  • For the last time
  • Stop
  • You suck
  • Driving the Impala is a privilege
  • Can handle blades pretty damn well 

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

(The Passionate Shepherd to His Love, By Christopher Marlowe)


@rathofthelamb

Eu Não Consigo Dormir

O navio estava afundando, seus inimigos eram mais poderosos que ele e a tripulação não ia aguentar muito tempo. Ele corria para todos os lados, tentando acalma-los, mas nada dava certo.

De repente todos começaram a desaparecer, um a um eles simplesmente desapareciam no ar. Então um jacaré gigantesco saiu da água e entrou no navio, engolindo tudo que estava em seu caminho, incluindo Sherlock. Mas o garoto ficou preso na garganta do animal que, engasgado, cuspiu em alto mar, e Sherlock caia, caia, caia…

– AAAAAAAAAAAAAA – ele acordou completamente assustado. Tinha pavor de jacarés e não era a primeira vez que sonhava com uma versão gigante do bicho. Limpou as lágrimas que nem percebeu chorar, virou para o lado se empacotando no cobertor e tentou dormir. Mas imagens do pesadelo voltavam o tempo todo e não conseguia evitar a sensação de que havia um jacaré embaixo da sua cama.

Reunindo toda sua coragem, se enrolou em seu escudo de pano e saiu correndo para fora do quarto, fechando rapidamente a porta atrás de si.

A casa estava uma escuridão só e ele estava assustado demais para ir até o quarto dos pais no andar de cima. Então foi lentamente até o outro quarto ali, na ponta dos pés, atento a qualquer barulho.

Parecia não chegar nunca. O caminho ficava mais longo quando se tinha um jacaré a sua cola.

– Mycroft… – ele batia suavemente na porta. Sabia do sono leve do irmão. Mesmo assim pareceu uma eternidade, e quando Sherlock achou que fosse desmaiar de medo, seu irmãozão abriu a porta.

– O que? - Coçava os olhos, exausto e ainda confuso sobre o que estava acontecendo.

– Não consigo dormir… – e esticou os braços, para que o irmão o pegasse no colo. Era impossível resistir àqueles olhos brilhantes e chorosos.

Mycroft suspirou e se abaixou para pega-lo. Não era a primeira vez que aquilo acontecia e por sorte Sherlock era uma criança pequena para seis anos de idade.

– Seu bebezão.

– Hm…

E levou o irmãozinho, junto com o cobertor para o quarto, colocando um Sherlock praticamente já adormecido em cima cama e o abraçando para voltar a dormir.

Little Bird Perched

Little bird perched upon my window
why is it my friend you’ve stopped by
have you come to share the morning
are you here to teach me how to fly  

Might you be a harbinger of change
or a messenger delivering memories
whatever your reason doesn’t matter
I am lonely, stay awhile if you please

Oh no my friend I’m so terribly sorry
now I understand why you don’t sing
for I too am wounded in my own way    
and I see you have a damaged wing

I’m afraid there isn’t much I can offer  
but my empathy for the pain you feel
stay though I’ll share what little I have
and maybe even we both might heal

Spring and You

A solitaire bluebird sings bravely to the dawn
of endless sunny days when you were here
but now spring and you are both long gone
the heart is so much colder this time of year

Autumnal Darkness sweeps across the land
as the now silent bluebird and I both discern
there’s no more words our hearts need sing
for spring and you will no time soon return