profdrlachfinger:

Anakin Skywalker & Obi-Wan Kenobi ~ Obikin

I still had one of these! It’s stoooooooone old … o.o

bitterbitchclubpresident:

superluminalflower:

micdotcom:

Male and female brains aren’t wired differently

New research, published in October in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, concluded that despite size discrepancy, there’s no functional difference between men’s and women’s brains. “Male” brains and “female” brains simply don’t exist. In fact, there’s significant overlap.

and the myth of binary biological sex and gender essentialism continues to come crumbling down

!!!

reyton:

Marius and Courfeyrac for the brotp thing, I think they are very underapreciated!

pilferingapples:

Really? They’re a very popular set on my dash! Also, they’re hilarious. 😀 So here goes:

  • who steals french fries off the other’s plate

Courfeyrac steals fries. And then he adds fries. And then he adds a sandwich. Or a balloon. Or a small flower bouquet. And then he drapes himself across the table and sighs dramatically because Marius has been IGNORING HIM forEVer (it’s been three minutes). 

  • who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

Courfeyrac. Marius turns the exciting shade of Violet Indignation. 

  • who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

…Marius is Judging You, Courfeyrac. 

  • who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

Courfeyrac. Definitely Courfeyrac. Marius pretends he didn’t hear it, and runs away. 

  • who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

Courfeyrac. Marius would NEVER, gasp, also shock, How Very Dare. XP

  • who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

Courfeyrac. And then he ends up cilmbing into the bottom bunk to talk until midnight anyway.

  • who starts and who wins the pillow fights

Courfeyrac started the pillow fight. The ONE pillowfight. And then Marius turned into MARIUS BLOODBARON DESTROYER OF FOES but in a pillowy way aaand Courfeyrac’s not doin’ that again, even if it was kind of awesome.  

  • who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush

Courfeyrac. Absolutely Courfeyrac.

…Okay Marius that ONE time but he was trying to say something else and he hid from everyone for a month afterwards. 

chiefguideandcentre:

abbysalwarrior:

your-uncle-dave:

theninjapunch:

Holy shit

Oh…damn…

Such feels…

i’m not crying, you’re crying

I’m pretty much always up for sick!fic or hurt/comfort. ^_^ And I’m kind of in the mood for some with Courfeyrac on the being comforted end with Enjolras / Feuilly / Combeferre / Comfort-giver of your choice? ^_^

thecoffeetragedy:

I looove h/c you know I do. 😉

“No..!” Courfeyrac whined through his painfully rough throat, watching from the couch as Combeferre began unbuttoning his coat. “No. You’re not staying. Go, please. Pretty please?”

Combeferre stared down at him, unimpressed.

“I am staying, though. I’m going to take care of you,” he said it like he said everything else; as if it was fact, pure and simple fact, and he was slightly shocked, if not offended, that Courfeyrac would even doubt it.

Courfeyrac shook his head as much as his sore muscles and his position, lying on his side, would allow. It hurt, and he felt sick. He could breathe easier now, but his limbs felt like lead and his heart like a heavy, ugly stone between his ribs. He knew it would feel this way for at least a couple of days, days he’d rather spend sleeping, hiding from the world, pretending he didn’t have to exist. He didn’t feel like arguing. He especially didn’t feel like arguing with Combeferre.

“You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks,” Courfeyrac murmured, trying to will his eyes dry so he could meet his friend’s gaze. “Go and enjoy it. Please. For me?”

His begging – his sad, pathetic begging – had no effect.

“I’d rather spend the night with you,” Combeferre said, voice soft and steady and utterly devoid of bitterness.

To be honest, Courfeyrac didn’t want to be alone either. it was a miracle Combeferre had decided to drop by before going to his show, because Courfeyrac didn’t think he had the energy to text – much less call – anyone else. But still. He couldn’t reconciliate keeping his friend from his plans, not at the last minute like this, not for something as useless and pathetic-

“You shouldn’t,” he laughed desperately, trying to sound a least close to normal. It didn’t work; a tear escaped from behind his eye and ran down his cheek, and his voice broke. He closed his eyes, unable to bear the way he knew Combeferre would look at him. “I’m no fun at all like this.”

He felt the cushion of the couch dip as Combeferre sat down next to him. Good, Courfeyrac thought. Maybe the cushion would keep dipping and dipping and swallow him whole until he could feel nothing and be nothing-

Warm, dry fingers started threading through his hair, gently messaging his scalp.

“I don’t care,” Combeferre’s tone was as steady and no-nonsense as ever and Courfeyrac felt himself tear up again. “Courfeyrac. I really don’t care. I’m not your friend because you’re fun. Which you are, of course. But you being fun is not a condition for my friendship. It’s not why I love you. It’s not why we all love you.”

When Courfeyrac failed to respond after a moment, he continued, still running his long fingers through the dark curls.

“We love you because you’re you, Courfeyrac. You, as a person. Because you’re generous, and kind, and warm. Because you’re impulsive and stubborn, because you give us everything to make sure we’re happy, even when you aren’t happy yourself,” he reached down to kiss Courfeyrac’s cheek. “We love you for who you are, everything, good and bad. Alright? So I can leave you be tonight, if you’d rather be alone. But a night spent with you, especially when you need it, is never wasted. You’re never a waste of time. Never.”

“Combeferre,” Courfeyrac was crying in earnest now, hiding his face against Combeferre’s leg. “Thank you.”

“Do you want me to stay?” Courfeyrac could feel Combeferre’s smile, the quiet warmth radiating off it.

“Yeah. Yeah, please.”

“Good,” Combeferre squeezed his shoulder. “We can order something to eat then we can watch a DVD, would you like that?”

“I’d love that.”

EEEEEEEEEEEP.  LOOK WHAT VE WROTE FOR ME.  LOOK AT IT.  😀  TT^TT  😀  TT^TT  😀 

This is so perfect and it’s exactly what I was looking for and you are the BEST.  ^____________^  That is so nice of Combeferre to stay and so perfectly Courfeyrac to try to get him to leave anyway.  And just… OH COURFEYRAC.  TT^TT  Always thinking of everyone else before himself and I CAN’T.

This is lovely and I wish I was more coherent but I LIKE THIS VERY MUCH, THANK YOU.  ^_____________^