summer service

Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin & Big Brother and The Holding Company, Quicksilver Messenger Service, and the Charlatans at 710 Ashbury St in San Francisco. 1967.

anonymous asked:

Any chance of a few good modern au fic recs for this piece of enjoltaire trash?

oh I’m sure I could think of a few… *winks with both eyes at the same time*
(also, here’s a list I made from a while back of some good e/R fics!)

Still the One by kjack89

Enjolras and Grantaire’s 50th wedding anniversary.

I don’t want to give it away, so I’m just going to say you should read it. Seriously

Word Count: 3,438

Oblivious by kjack89

The trouble with approaching your relationship the same way you approached your at-times contentious friendship is that apparently, no one realizes you’re actually dating. Or else Enjolras and Grantaire just have the absolute most oblivious of friends.

Or both.

I’m so used to the “everyone except Enjolras and Grantaire knows they like each other” trope, so this one was really fun to read!

Word Count: 4,567

flightless bird by sarahyyy

Combeferre grins. “How long did you wait before you called me?”

There is a short pause. “Two minutes?” Grantaire says, and Combeferre can’t help but to huff out a laugh. “He said three hours!” Grantaire says defensively.

“He’s fine,” Combeferre says, shaking his head in amusement. “He’ll call. He always calls.”

Damn….it’s the slight ambiguity at the end that gets me… (not to be read if you’re in the mood for fluff!! You might cry!!)

Word Count: 1,883

Years Since It’s Been Clear by lady_ragnell

Grantaire really doesn’t expect Enjolras to force him to move in with him when he hears how shitty Grantaire’s apartment is. And he definitely doesn’t expect Enjolras to want him to stay, or how easy it turns out to be, or the way Enjolras has a habit of doing his studying in the sunshine on the living room floor …

Yeah, he may be in some trouble.

Everything. Everything about this. SO GOOD (ps there’s some smut at the very end, just in case you’re not into that)

Word Count: 10,726

Of Roommates And Hallways by madlyie 

Prompt: “we both got kicked out of our rooms because our roommates are having sex so now we’re standing in the hallway avoiding each other” au

Enjolras learns that the guy from apartment No. 27 is much more talkative than a closed door.

Ok this is super frickin cute and the ending is just perfect. 11/10

Word Count: 1,376

I’ll be your Shelter, I’ll be your Storm by missandrogyny

Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.

Fluff! So much fluff! Good things and happy thoughts!

Word Count: 5,532

One Hundred Ways to Say “I Love You” by the_sky_is_forever

In which Grantaire and Enjolras take a very long time to actually say those three special words, but if you pay attention, the words are there.

Love love love love love. I felt super content (in an “I’m wrapped up in a warm blanket sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter’s day” way) after reading this and honestly that’s one of the best feelings to have after reading a fic (for me personally)

Word Count: 16,484

nothing alike by nightswatch

Enjolras comes across a guy who’s trying to steal his car. Except that he’s not actually stealing his car.

The second hand embarrassment is real (I may or may not have buried my face in a blanket while reading this)

Word Count: 2,023

We’re All Stories, In The End by theglitterati

Les Amis discover fanfiction. About themselves.

I had to put this one on here just for fun because I was cackling when I read it

Word Count: 2,210

Ice Ice Baby by sigh_no_more

In the almost four years that Enjolras had known his friends, he always managed to avoid ice skating with them. This was very purposeful. It had to be. After all, they lived in the Northeast, so plenty of opportunities arose for him to go ice skating. He just never took advantage of them. Because Enjolras had a secret. A dark, terrible secret.

Given how nosy and internet savvy his friends were, it was kind of a miracle that only Combeferre and Courfeyrac knew about his past.

But it was time.

(Or the Amis go ice-skating and find out a surprising truth about Enjolras.)

Ok I had to include this one on here too because when I was rereading it just now, it kinda reminded me of Yuri on Ice and that made me happy sooo :)

Word Count: 2,945

What are you doing this summer to prepare for the next school year?

Summer is definitely a great time to finally chill and take a break. But even though things have slowed down, you should still be working to accomplish goals and prepare for the next steps.

Here’s some ideas:

1. Read books that you didn’t have time to read while you were in coursework.

2. Update your resume to reflect everything you did in the school year.

3. Find a summer internship/ job.

4. Apply for scholarships.

5. Do a paid summer fellowship such as a research fellowship with a faculty member.

6. Practice a new language.

7. Take a relevant summer class to get ahead.

8. Start thinking about what you want to do post-high school/ college. For fun, find any relevant job postings and pretend you’re applying!

9. Spend time with friends who motivate you and are also being productive this summer.

10. Have fun! Catch up on sleep, Netflix, and your social life and be refreshed and ready to start the school year strong!

5

I really enjoyed this episode mostly because it showed off how enforcing and maintaining boundaries is an important part of every relationship. I’ve played the roles of both Kiki and Jenny without boundaries and it always sucked. Either I felt neglected and resentful or manipulative.

I identified with every single action and feeling Kiki did or had this episode, though. The toxic cycle of wanting to please a family member/loved ones at the expense of my own well-being can appear as a loving gesture or selflessness, but it’s obviously toxic and damaging. Kiki was having nightmares for two weeks straight. Overextending yourself isn’t a loving action–it’s a recipe for resentment, and it always sucks. But I’d fool myself into thinking I was caring when I’d see how happy I made them and how they appreciated me. Kiki got a kiss on the cheek and was told that she was Jenny’s “favorite twin.” It’s fees good to think that we’re helping people, but sometimes it’s at the expense of our own happiness.

I loved the representation of Kiki and Jenny’s relationship via the dream with Pizza Jenny trying to envelop Kiki. Kiki felt trapped in a cycle that she didn’t really want to be a part of, but felt like she was being pulled into it because Jenny was her sister. Kiki immediately rushed to Pizza Jenny to make sure she was OK when she thought something was wrong with her. It’s what twins/sisters/family/loved ones do for one another. They care. But Kiki’s unwillingness to set boundaries caused her to have nightmares and lose sleep.

The funny thing about Kiki finally saying “no” was that nothing bad happened. I’m sure she thought that Jenny would love her less or at least not tell Kiki that she was her favorite twin because she wasn’t fulfilling the role of “the nice” twin. That Jenny’s world would crumble to pieces if she didn’t get what she wanted. But it didn’t. Kiki enforced a boundary, and Jenny understood and gave Kiki the space to have her own me time. Their relationship is actually a healthy one because I’ve had people question why I wouldn’t carry out the role that I’d previously been performing or try to guilt trip me into resuming it.

It’s really important that Kiki learned that she can say no. I feel like she also learned one of my favorite pieces of info–that “No” is a complete sentence. It’s not a conversation, but it’s all that should be necessary if you’re asked a question. An explanation isn’t mandatory, and a “No” should be respected. I suck at stopping at “No” because I want people to understand why I’m unable or don’t want to do something because then maybe they’ll understand. But they don’t HAVE to. The world won’t end because somebody didn’t get what they wanted. I feel like the episode gets that message across. That and the benefits of boundaries. Kiki got to have her me time and be free. She looked happy and well-rested. Easily one of my favorite episode of the series.

Kept My Promise || L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks


Request: no 

Occasion: Veterans Day

Written with complete respect to those who have served. 

I M A G I N E 

“Make way, everyone, please!” An airport official requested, having the large crowd comply as fences were being put up. The fences created a large pathway from a specific airline gate to the airport facility. A large crowd, probably worth thousands of people, were anxiously awaiting their loved ones to come through the terminal alive and well. 

“Y/N, relax, please,” your trusted friend pleaded, having your nerves boost up even more than where it was on your anxiety scale. Your heart was pounding quickly and strongly, so much so that you thought it was gonna run out of your chest. Goosebumps trickled down your arms as your mind tortured you with too many rapid thoughts. 

“He’s almost here,” you whispered to her, your eyes set upon the unopened gate. 2 guards were waiting, holding onto the handle of the doors as they awaited a queue. “I can feel it.” You were standing straight, with a pair of black leggings and brown boots. Although cold, you stayed true to the autumn weather as it reigned November. There you were, your entire torso draped in one of Luke’s shirt. You complete mess, it said, having you giggle from recalling how fond he was of this shirt. But ever since he left for the life of ash and warfare, it’s lost his scent. Luke’s scent. 

Anxiously rubbing your wedding band, you let out a shaky sigh. Your eyelids flutter shut, giving you a moment to regain calmness. Luke’s laughter rings in your head, having you imagine the day he wiped frosting from your wedding cake on his nose. Those pearly whites shined the brightest that day, as they never disappeared from his constant smiling. It was heartwarming to recall such a beautiful day with the man you love so much and badly. 

“They’re coming!” A woman, likely a wife, screeched. Her son looked at the terminal with awe and excitement in his green eyes. Peeling your eyes open, your eyes dart towards the doors that were now being opened. An official was shouting “plane is taxi’d in!” repeatedly as families, friends, and loved ones anxiously awaited those who have served for the country. Taking a deep breath in, you allow it to linger for a few seconds until breathing out heavily, getting rid of all those nerves in your stomach. 

Those nerves, though, appeared to have gone to Luke as he anxiously gripped onto his black duffel bag. He was walking with his fellow veterans, all of them sharing the same feeling of content and fear as they walked down the aisle. Many began to chant the anthem whereas others were complete mute from tension. Luke weaved his free hand into his blonde locks, slightly removing his military cap slightly. 

“Hemmings!” A hoarse voice called out to Luke. Turning, Luke was introduced to the sight of his Commander, the man who he’s looked up to and received training/direction from for the years he’s been serving. “Are ya nervous, my boy?” 

“A bit,” Luke understated, receiving a giggle from his Commander as the two walked down the seemingly everlasting aisle. “Who’s come to see you, sir? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“My wife and boy,” the Commander spoke fondly, smiling underneath his large, white beard. “The boy is only 8 years old, but his green eyes look of an old man. How about you, son?”

“My wife,” Luke blurted, pure happiness and glee when he said your name. “Still no kid yet, so she means everything to me.” The Commander found himself putting his arm over Luke’s shoulder and giving him a tight squeeze. 

“You’re still young, after all, it’s understandable,” the Commander commented upon the two of you still having no children. His arm then draped back to the side to keep from ruining their uniforms. “I’ll give you a call after we’re all situation back into our lives to have dinner. I’d love to meet that wife of yours.” 

“Likewise, sir,” Luke agreed, nodding as they both turned to face forward to see that they’ve made it to the end of the aisle. Luke’s stomach flutters with butterflies as he is revealed to thousands of people awaiting him and his fellow fighters. His ocean blue eyes scan the crowd, desperate to see that gorgeous face of yours. Walking down the path created by the fences, Luke resumes to rapidly look at the multiple faces looking for their loved one. But, with one turn, Luke finally goes easy once he saw the face he was looking for. 

You. 

You were stood just a few feet away, with one arm down to your side. The other arm, though, was held up and bent at the elbow. Your hand was straight and held right above your forehead as you stared at your husband in the eye. Both of your breath’s hitched as Luke came closer. With every step, your eyes got more glossed with tears. Luke’s heart rushed at you saluting as he dropped his duffel bag and instantly took you into his arms. 

“Hi,” Luke said, his voice cracked and broken from being overwhelmed with emotion. His strong arms held you as if they’ve never held you before. Your hands dig into the back of his uniform, completely disregarding the wrinkles you were bound to create. Tears were staining the front, with one rolling down one of his metals. 

“H-i,” you hiccuped, unable to speak from emotion. You listen as Luke began to cry loudly behind you. Everyday, your happiness and satisfaction was what he aimed for. He got strong for you. He fought for you. He did everything in his being to get back to you. It was his motive to keep from failing. Backing away, Luke removed his white gloves and held your face. He melted at the softness of your cheeks as he rubbed them with his thumbs. 

“Look at you,” Luke whispered with an ecstatic smile. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips suddenly latched themselves on yours, feeling your timidness wash away from now feeling complete. He kissed you rough, as though he was attempting to absorb every taste on your lips. Coffee, bagel, creme cheese, and you. His desperation was high as his tongue pierced through your lips and immediately won dominance. 

“H-hey,” you began, detaching from Luke’s lips reluctantly. Looking up, you see a much taller, masculine, and stronger Luke Hemmings. His chiseled jawline was clean from a beard as his hair was done and ornate with a cap. Those blue eyes, as blue as a summer day, were lit up and fixed on you like you were the greatest thing he’s ever seen. “You kept the promise…” 

“I kept my promise, baby, I did,” Luke cried quietly. His hands took his hands into yours, feeling the shakiness and warmth of the man you adore. You felt callouses and cuts from previous wounds of the battlefield. But still, there was a tingling to his touch that you’ve longed. 

“You lived for me,” you say quietly, pushing yourself onto him as he holds you once more. You feel his large hands begin to rub your back loving as you take in his scent. The amazing smell of Luke shocked you, giving you surprise as to how much you can melt from someone’s scent. Holding you tighter, Luke dropped his head and gave you a warm kiss on the top of your head. 

“I wanted to live for you,” Luke said as he rested his chin on the top of your head. “And I did.” 

I would like to say thank you to everyone who has served for America and kept our country safe for many years. If you have been in duty and/or have a family member who is serving/already retired, I send them my thank you. Bless xx

On Ben Tallmadge & slavery

I’ve seen some misinformation on here before, so:

(All my information’s from “The hidden springs of slavery and oppression”: Slavery and abolitionism in Connecticut)

After the war Tallmadge moved to Litchfield and established a mercantile business. As he grew richer, he began to purchase slaves.
In 1784, he purchased a boy named Prince, aged 7, and in 1785 he bought a boy named Ebo. In 1787 he made his last slave purchase - a 13 year old girl named Jane.

Tallmadge also hired slaves. In 1788 he hired Cash Africa for the summer, and after her service expired he hired a girl named Abigail for one year. In exchange for her labour, he paid her owner, Ruth Woodhull, a total sum of four pounds.

At this time he was unopposed to slavery, and had no problems with purchasing or hiring slaves. However, through the evangelising of Lyman Beecher, Tallmadge became a deep convert to congregationalism. He began to support colonisation, a movement whose goal was to purchase slaves from masters and send the newly manumitted to the African colony of Liberia where they could convert Africans to Christianity.

Tallmadge also began to oppose slavery on the national scale. He both praised religious conversions happening in Litchfield and condemned actions of congress in allowing slavery.

Tallmadge’s commitment to the abolition of slavery came at a time of drastic decline of slavery both locally in Litchfield and throughout Connecticut. Primarily due to the Gradual Emancipation Law of 1784, slavery in Connecticut began to lose its financial appeal. By 1800, only seven slaves for life were owned within Litchfield, the rest falling under the Gradual Emancipation Act to be freed on their twenty-first birthday. The last slave emancipated in Litchfield was believed to be Tom Jackson, a slave of Benjamin Tallmadge about whom little evidence survives.