Follow You, Follow Me (103393 words) — Chapter 19
As Enjolras moved, Grantaire got up from the couch and sat on the coffee table. By the time Enjolras got himself into a sitting position, words were coming more easily, but his voice, when it emerged, was rough, like he’d smoked a few too many cigarettes. “You came.”
Another soft smile. “What are friends for?”
“Is that what we are?”
Grantaire’s smile fell.
Read on AO3: [1–one] … [18–eighteen] [19–nineteen]
Read on ff.net: [1–one] … [18–eighteen] [19–nineteen]March 26, 2016: It’s been TWO DAYS SHY OF A YEAR. *hangs head in shame* But I’m about to have a super, super awful day, and for some reason that gave me the impetus I needed to finally finish this chapter. I’m so, so sorry for the wait. But I appreciate the patience of every single one of you who’s still following this story.
…no pun intended. ^_~
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Follow You, Follow Me (103393 words) — Chapter 19
As Enjolras moved, Grantaire got up from the couch and sat on the coffee table. By the time Enjolras got himself into a sitting position, words were coming more easily, but his voice, when it emerged, was rough, like he’d smoked a few too many cigarettes. “You came.”
Another soft smile. “What are friends for?”
“Is that what we are?”
Grantaire’s smile fell.
Read on AO3: [1–one] … [18–eighteen] [19–nineteen]
Read on ff.net: [1–one] … [18–eighteen] [19–nineteen]March 26, 2016: It’s been TWO DAYS SHY OF A YEAR. *hangs head in shame* But I’m about to have a super, super awful day, and for some reason that gave me the impetus I needed to finally finish this chapter. I’m so, so sorry for the wait. But I appreciate the patience of every single one of you who’s still following this story.
…no pun intended. ^_~
Follow You, Follow Me (103393 words) — Chapter 19
As Enjolras moved, Grantaire got up from the couch and sat on the coffee table. By the time Enjolras got himself into a sitting position, words were coming more easily, but his voice, when it emerged, was rough, like he’d smoked a few too many cigarettes. “You came.”
Another soft smile. “What are friends for?”
“Is that what we are?”
Grantaire’s smile fell.
Read on AO3: [1–one] … [18–eighteen] [19–nineteen]
Read on ff.net: [1–one] … [18–eighteen] [19–nineteen]
March 26, 2016: It’s been TWO DAYS SHY OF A YEAR. *hangs head in shame* But I’m about to have a super, super awful day, and for some reason that gave me the impetus I needed to finally finish this chapter. I’m so, so sorry for the wait. But I appreciate the patience of every single one of you who’s still following this story.
…no pun intended. ^_~
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Not all gender fluid people have pixie cuts and stretched ears.
But it’s okay if they choose to.
Not all transboys are masculine.
But it’s okay if they are.
Not all transgirls are feminine.
But it’s okay if they are.
Not all gay men are ‘sassy’.
But it’s okay if they are.
Not all lesbians are ‘butch’.
But it’s okay if they are.
Not all LGBTQ+ people are white.
But it’s okay if some are.
Not all LGBTQ+ people are ‘confused’
But it’s okay if they are.
Not all LGBTQ+ people are young people.
But it’s okay if some are.
Not all bisexuals/pansexuals/polysexuals have a preference.
But it’s okay if they do.
Not all asexuals/demisexuals are repulsed by love.
But it’s okay if they are.
You know what isn’t okay?
People stereotyping the LGBTQ+ community or shaming people for fitting the stereotypes.
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