faggoat:

the thing that really worked about harry, hermione, and ron was that they were all the uncomfortable third friend

shmeeshed:

the-diarrhea-of-anne-frank:

clevergenius:

the-diarrhea-of-anne-frank:

yea im a girl

yea i play video games

HAHAAHHA JK

yea im a dude

 

of course i play fucking video games

HAHHHAHAHA JK im really a woman

I AM SO HAPPY THAT THIS HAPPENED OMFG

yea im a girl

yea i play video games

HAHAHAAHA JK IM OLD GREGG

pilferingapples:

gentlemenbutts:

menthalightfoot:

gentlemenbutts:

menthalightfoot:

Can someone bring me Combeferre’s sweater? I need a snuggle. That would probably be another thing that Combeferre does for Enjolras—in that weird liminal period between summer and autumn, where it’s cold sometimes but still nice sometimes, Enjolras doesn’t wear a jacket (“It was sunny when I left home!”), Combeferre just sighs and gives him his sweater.

#There is nothing better than an Enjolras in a Combeferre sweater

dont give me ideas bc chances are i will draw them

HAMMY

My darling

the light of my life

Oh my goodness, the sleeves are too long for him. And now poor Combeferre is shivering in his button down.

And maybe Enjolras and Combeferre fighting about the perception of self-worth in relation to sweaters.

Enjolras watched Combeferre rub his arms with his hands, his body naturally pulling in on itself to conserve heat.

“You don’t have to do this every time, you know,” he said. “It won’t kill me to be a little cold. I didn’t wear my jacket, I should deal with the consequences.”

Combeferre shrugged. “You can buy me a coffee at the Musain, then. Seriously, it’s fine.”

Enjolras pursed his lips, but the silence only lasted for a moment.

“It would be just as bad if you got sick,” he said. “Everyone acts like if something happens to me, the world comes to an end, but I’m no more important than anyone else.”

“I never said that you were.”

Enjolras’s walking picked up pace. “And did you ever stop to consider that I might feel guilty about you getting sick? You always do things for me, you’re always trying to keep me safe. But every time I try to worry about you, or anyone else, they wave it off, like it’s not important.”

Combeferre stopped. “Enjolras—”

Enjolras kept going, walking fast, and Combeferre jogged to catch up with him. “I worry about you, Combeferre. All the time. I know I’m important to the group and everyone needs me, but I need you! What’s the point of being warm and cozy and safe if I don’t have you?”

Combeferre grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. But before he could say anything, Enjolras had him wrapped in a fierce hug. He was shaking, despite the sweater.

“I don’t want you to think you’re not important. You are important. The most important,” Enjolras said quietly. “To me.”

Combeferre hugged him tighter. “I don’t think that.”

For a moment they stood there, holding each other. When they let go, Enjolras wriggled out of Combeferre’s sweater, carefully turning it right side out again. He thrust it back at him.

“Then prove it.”

Wow I do not know where that came from. But I do think that sometimes Enjolras would get a little tired of people treating him like the part-human part-metaphor wonder boy.

SOMETIMES I CRY BECAUSE THIS FANDOM IS AMAZING and gOSH I JUST LOVE YOU.

WHY DO YOU DO THE THING

FSGHLKHJLHJljgsldgfjljg

fldgaOGFJOAIDJGRE

cries a lot

THIS IS GOOD
SOMEONE BESIDES US IS PATCHING THIS DARN ZEPPELIN

ugh babies being dumb and overprotective

moonyandthediamonds:

hesdeadjim:

buttodenkirk:

have u ever accidentally befriended someone who is very very irritating

#the best part is #you dont know #if mccoy is talking about spock #if spock is talking about mccoy #or if theyre both talking about kirk