SOFIA IS HAVING A NOT SO GREAT WEEK AND THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE
anyway i wrote her some courferre because that is what friends do
There are ninety-seven ceiling tiles in the laundry room. He can only fit half his body in the dryer, probably more if he didn’t have a neck. His left sock has twenty-three dancing sheep on it, but his right sock only has twenty two. He found two pennies and a mangled piece of gum in the middle washing machine, and a ziploc bag of light blueish-green powder labeled ‘FOR SCHOOL’ between the dryers and the wall. There’s a three tile by three tile space of floor next to the third dryer where the motion sensor for the lights can’t detect him, and the dryer makes worrying lurching noises in 4/4 time.
It’s 1:46 in the morning.
Combeferre’s phone is dead.
This is probably what hell feels like.
When ever I find myself in times of crisis, I look to the wise words of Ramin Karimloo-
You know, that Fortinbras has Horatio shot thing is precisely the sort of horrible doomy thing I’d come up with in one of my perverse AU-ruining moods and I really like the idea that that showed up in an actual production >:)
I didn’t think Hamlet could possibly get any more tragic than it already is, but by killing off Horatio like that you add a whole other layer of misery.
#wait but what if horatio welcomed it #like fortinbras pulled out the gun#and horatio just slowly sat next to hamlet and nodded #and fortinbras shot #and horatio fell next to hamlet and bled out #what if horatio had been keeping a journal the whole time #and thats how people knew the story #and osric filled in the blanks for the last scene there #since he survived and was suppossedly there #so he doesn’t technically break his promise to hamlet because his story is told (horatio-at-elsinore)
i pretend to be punk rock but im really just a vaguely emo indie pop kid who loves fall out boy a lot
i have three main reasons for headcanoning enjolras and grantaire as white
- I like the idea of Enjolras coming from privilege and internalized prejudice and ignorance and working to overcome those, and learning that occasionally as much as he wants to fight for something, the fight isn’t his, and that sometimes he needs to step aside and let people with real, personal experience have their say
- I get kinda uncomfortable if Enjolras is white and Grantaire isn’t? Like they’re supposed to be opposites but Grantaire is also supposed to be really ugly so I dunno it’s just uncomfy
- I need at least three fics where Enj and R are the only white Amis and whenever they get into one of those blow-up, ridiculous, unnecessary, Grantaire-was-arguing-the-opposite-point-yesterday-he’s-obvously-just-trying-to-irritate-you shouting matches, the rest of Les Amis roll their eyes, shake their heads in fond exasperation, and sigh, ‘…white people’