les miserables: Victor Hugo would like to remind you that his opinions are correct, and here are all the reasons why. pick a comfy chair while he explains them to you for the next sixty hours.
Look, someone needed to be the Family Disappointment and the Gay Cousin, and I’m really good at multitasking. Just playing up my strengths.
If you’re going to be sad, you may as well be sad in Paris
You can tell us all your secrets. I mean, you shouldn’t. We’ll use them against you. But you technically can.
You have blond hair, he has brown hair. You always have blond hair, he always has brown hair. You dye your hair brown, but suddenly his hair is blond, and you feel as though maybe you are him, and he is you, and you have blond hair again, and he has brown hair.
His gaze is impossibly fond, his eyes are impossibly blue, he pulls you impossibly closer, your heart beats impossibly fast, the bulge in his pants is impossibly hard, he should maybe get that checked out.
You don’t remember ever working out and yet you look down and see you have a six pack. When you next see yourself in the mirror you have an eight pack. When he takes of your shirt you have ten, twelve abs. You’re scared to look again in case there are more.
His eyes change colour depending on his moods. At first you thought it was a trick of the light, but now you’re not so sure. They switch between blue, green and grey. Once you thought you saw a flicker of red. You make sure to kiss with your eyes closed now.
You’re white, and so is he. Sometimes he’s your enemy, but you still love him, don’t you? Of course, it makes sense. You’re not sure what you like about him, exactly, but there must be something, right? There’s this intangible thing between you, isn’t there? You feel like you may have more chemistry with your non-white friend, but that can’t be right.
You don’t remember taking your clothes off but you’re naked now. Well, all you remember is toeing out of your shoes. You always toe out of them, although you don’t quite know what that means.
Your pronouns mix into a blur and you no longer know where you end and he begins… You reach out your hand to his hand on his arm… your arm… his… You are sitting and he straddles you but is facing away… There are hands everywhere…
Anakin: We both look very handsome tonight.
Obi Wan: You know, if you – if you’d just said that I looked handsome, I would have said ‘So do you.’
Anakin: I couldn’t take that chance.
obi: ur my brother i loved you
anakin: I hate u *trips* *hundreds of photos of obi-wan spill out of jacket* the fuckc??? these come from??? they arent mine???? *gathering them up frantically sweating* LOOK im jsut *thousands of photos of obi-wan scatter across the floor* SHIT Im hOlding thM for A friend JUTS LIST eN
Star wars fandom two years ago:
Star wars fandom now:
Courfeyrac : listen, i can’t pretend my relationship is prefect okay?
Courfeyrac : because i don’t need to pretend anything
Courfeyrac : it is
Courfeyrac : courf out.
Courfeyrac : *high fives Combeferre*