And There Was Only One Bed Copy Of The Communist Manifesto 👀

peter parker x johnny storm is just penny & leonard from big bang theory

i have never in my life wanted something to be real so bad 🥺.

I think Jason can be very spiteful, especially towards people he knows hurt you; You may have forgiven them, but Jason hasn't. Even if they are your parents, I don't think I would forbid you from seeing them, but I wouldn't really want to spend time with them if I found out you had a bad childhood because of them. A little self-indulgent because I recently argued with my parents, my dad threatens to kill himself if I don't do what he wants, I just wanted to leave and be comforted by Jason 🏃‍♀️

💀.-

I'm sorry about your dad being an asshole :(

but yeah my parents have been shitty so ive actually been thinking about this a lot.

"I'm just nervous they're gonna try and pull some bullshit," you sighed, tugging on your shoes. You were about to leave to meet up with your family for a birthday. An entire side of your family. It was about to be a very long day.

"Don't worry. You won't be going alone," Jason spoke up from where he was leaning against the wall, watching you.

That caught your attention. "What? What do you mean?"

"I'm going with you." He said it like it was obvious, like it was a fact that he would end up going. He saw the look on your face and continued, "You've been anxious about this for days. Like hell I'm letting you do this alone."

"Is that why you're dressed up?"

He rose an eyebrow. "I'm literally in a leather jacket and a shirt. I am not 'dressed up'."

You smiled. "That's your 'fancy' leather jacket, and we need to leave."

He stepped out and grabbed the keys for his motorcycle from the bedroom.

"Wait. Why are we taking the motorcycle?"

"Because you don’t say anything about a a girl when her 6'2" boyfriend rides in on a motorcycle, is covered in tattoos, and looks like they can benchpress a tree. By the way, I can bench more than that. Anyway, I'll take the attention off you. They'll focus their aggression at me by the end of the night, don’t you worry."

You smile.

this video feels so halcarol coded to me, (just pretend they’re both not incredibly ambitious)

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried

“you’re home.”

enjoltaire fic idea

(ik it’s wrong, it’s just a first draft)

enjolras starts out as political activist in the same way that lindsay bluth is from, “arrested development.” until he meets his first love, who shows him true faith & passion. eventually their relationship ends somehow, (i haven’t figured it out yet, but i’m thinking something tragic.)

then flash forward to a few months, or years into the les amis. he knows about grantaire’s feelings, & grantaire is doing that’s thing, that for some reason, guys do in tv shows where he’s trying to convince the girl, (well in this case the guy, but u all know what i mean,) to fall for him, & it kinda works after a little while. but enjorlas is confused by his attraction to grantaire, because he’s so different from the guys he’s dated before. he even feels ashamed that he could ever fall for someone like grantaire.

then he, “realizes,” that he must do the same thing to grantaire that his first lover had done to him. r thinks of it as just some playful banter, & their relationship evolves into something more serious.

r takes enjorlas to go stargazing one night, upon a beautiful hill covered with hyacinths. grantaire throws down a blanket right by a laurel tree. they look towards the stars. enjorlas’ pale golden ringlets lay within correspondence of one another, upon grantaire’s chest. r plays w/ each curls whilst expressing his adoring love for this beam of warmth & light, composed of a flaming crimson. finally resting his powers upon a cynic’s heart. not even truly saying the phrase, for it had felt almost as another breath. something he hadn’t the need to think about, something that was just done, “i love you, enjolras.” that’s how you knew if he was serious, if grantaire ever used the name engolras, which was infact an absurdly rare occasion. as brown met blue, with the slight upwards tilt of thou’s blonde head, the secrets in which it had been keeping began to spring out. “as do i for you.” although the cynic was poor, he had felt the power of all the king’s riches in his possession; once having seen that slight, yet enriching smile spread across a prophet’s face. “even though your progress aa been stunted due to your cynicism. i am willing help as we claw our way through, & i am extatic for the end result”

“my progress?”

“why yes, you’re progress.”

“enjorlas, what do you mean by my progress?!” enj could have sworn he had seen the flowers wilt, & the tree branches shake, as result of grantaire’s anger. “well, i thought i could help with create an exponential growth in your faith, your faith of the cause.” you could see the sense of betrayal consume r’s eyes, “i-i should’ve known,” that same betrayal had spread, creating a ripple through his voice, “i knew this was all too good to be true!” “how could i have let myself believe that you would ever truly be attracted to me?”

“no r, it’s not like that!”

“what then? what was this some beauty & the beast stalkholme syndrome bull crap? you know, you can leave the flat whenever you’d like! no one is keeping you there! you’re the one who insists on staying put to work on the cause, not me, not combferre, not couferyac, just you!”

“taire, you don’t understand!”

“i’m not your test subject, enjorlas! i’m not your next project!”

“r, you where born broken, & you don’t know how to work fixed. i just want to help you, & show you.”

“broken?” enjorlas had realized what he had done. his eyes widened with shock, as a result of his actions. “no no, not like that,” he started to stumble, “y-you know what i mean.”

“oh ya, i know exactly what you mean. oh & by the way, dr. enjorlas. you made an error in your last report,” “the patient’s faith did in-fact increase, it just wasn’t for the cause. it was for you.”

Doctor Doom rounds up the gang for a fun filled day of exacting revenge on their enemies.

u’re not the only 1

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only who thinks Enjolras should be top and Grantaire should be bottom……

omg: oh my god

omfg: oh my fucking god

odmtrwwniitbwbrftstwwtwb: one day more to revolution we will nip it in the bud we’ll be ready for these schoolboys they will wet themselves with blood

dark academia study techniques

rewriting your notes, over and over and over again, not worrying about the neatness but paying close attention to each and every word

muttering every bit you know by heart under your breath as you walk down the streets

studying early in the morning, focusing on one sentence or chapter and pondering it through the day

researching things that you have questions about on your own, finding books on that subject and leafing through them

reciting your notes dramatically to your household companion or your stuffed animal

challenging yourself to think, speak, write and consume media only in your target language

eating certain snacks with different subjects and letting the smells trigger your memories

associating each subject to someone you know by sight only

romanticising bits that you have difficulty getting interested in

chanting your notes at night on a classical tune