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okay so I finished packing for school and everything today, so the goal is to set aside tomorrow as a Pierre Day. I’ve got all my drafts set up, and I’m ready to write. sorry for being so absent recently! 

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pierre & natasha // natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812

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have you ever met someone and grow attached to them and think “it’s gonna hurt real bad when they leave”

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hemoveswithaswagger replied to your post “You’re making a mistake if you believe that.❞”

simon i love you (and also e)

ily both sm (and pierre is an Absolute Disaster don’t encourage him)

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❝I think you are joking, sir.❞ -- tovksa , from dolokhov ??

@andryuska (it won’t let me tag your sideblog, for some reason)

“no, no, I really don’t think I have the energy to be laughed at tonight.“

as soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed. there was no reason to have a temper with his friends, he reminded himself, especially when he really didn’t have enough to afford to lose any. it wasn’t dolokhov’s fault he was so much BETTER than pierre, so it wasn’t fair to take out his frustration with his own inadequacies on his friend.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t snap at you, you’ve done nothing wrong.“ he knew otherwise, of course, but he was far too tired to have that conversation. “here, go on without me tonight. I sent some MONEY along with anatole, but here’s a bit more. thank you for inviting me. perhaps I’ll be in better spirits for the club tomorrow night.“

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❝You’re making a mistake if you believe that.❞

@andryuska​

“no, my andryuska, listen, you have to listen, love. it’s all right there! it’s right there under our noses, it has been the whole time!“ 

pierre laughed, rather manic and quite drunk, and shoved a wine-stained notebook at his husband. he was far gone on what marya called “his napoleon nonsense,” but this time, there was a new step in the plan to kill the emperor: andrei was going to help.

“LOOK ! look in the book, dear, I have everything mapped out. this whole time, I felt like I was missing something, yes? I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what it was, and for YEARS, I’ve been searching, trying to figure out the loose thread in my plan. but NOW!“ he grinned and grabbed poor andrei by the shoulders, seeming absolutely giddy with this new revelation. “NOW, I’ve got it!

“andrei, darling, love, husband, listen. what’s the ONE THING napoleon can do that I can’t?“ he barely paused for a second before suddenly letting go of andrei and raising his hands. “he speaks FRENCH ! this whole time, I’ve been forgetting the simple fact that when I meet the emperor, I won’t be able to communicate with him! but then I realized - do you know who DOES speak french?“ he paused for half a second longer this time, seemingly to build suspense. “my own andryushka !

“so it can’t be a mistake ! now that we’ve found the flaw in the plan, you’re going to help me take down napoleon!“

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“whose blood is that?”

@andryuska

for a moment, pierre tried to figure out which answer would upset his friend the least. if he said the blood was somebody else’s, andrei would likely scold him for his recklessness and insist, again, that he should stop going out with the kuragins and their friends. but if it were his blood, which it very well might have been, pierre feared andrei would be more disappointed than irritated, and there was a definite possibility that outcome would sting more.

in reality, pierre had absolutely no idea whose blood had dried into the sleeves and collar of his shirt, and he decided that the truth, no matter how infuriating, was better than trying to come up with a story.

“I really don’t know, andrei,“ he said, running a rather bruised hand through his curls. “I don’t remember enough of last night to tell you.“

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“ i sense much fear in you. ” // henlo !

@odairing

“sounds about right.“

pierre, lingering awkwardly in the kitchen at a party he hadn’t really wanted to go to, took a long swig from the wine cooler hél��ne had asked him to hold for her while she discussed urgent matters he wouldn’t understand in the closet down the hall with fedya dolokhov. if his girlfriend was off discussing with handsome men in a closet, pierre decided, he needed this drink more than she did.

“I, ah. I’m pierre. pierre bezukhov.“

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THE PHANTOM MENACE SENTENCE STARTERS

“ i have a bad feeling about this. ”

“ i don’t sense anything. ”

“ the negotiations will be short. ”

“ offhand, i’d say this mission is past the negotiation stage. ”

“ you were right about one thing, ____ , the negotiations were short. ”

“ at last we’re getting results. ”

“ again you come before me, ____. ”

“ you will not be pleased when you hear what i have to say, ____. ”

“ we will see. ”

“ we must continue to rely on negotiation. ”

“ how can we negotiate ? ”

“ we must defend ourselves. ”

“ this is a dangerous situation, _____. ”

“ i will not condone a course of action that will lead us to war. ”

“ that won’t be necessary. ”

“ you hear that ? that is the sound of a thousand terrible things headed this way. ”

“ we must warn them ! ”

“ thank you for your help. ”

“ there’s always a bigger fish. ”

“ relax. ”

“ you overdid it. ”

“ this is not good ! ”

“ drop your weapons ! ”

“ i said: drop your weapons ! ”

“ i will not co-operate. ”

“ in time, their suffering will persuade you to our point of view. ”

“ your negotiations seem to have failed, _____. ”

“ the negotiations never took place. ”

“ that won’t be a problem. ”

“ under the circumstances, i suggest you come to ____ with me. ”

“ my place is with my people. ”

“ they will kill you if you stay. ”

“ either choice presents great risk to all of us. ”

“ i’ll take care of that. ”

“ it’s risky, but there’s no alternative. ”

“ we should not have made this bargain. ”

“ you must trust my judgment, ____. ”

“ how did you end up here with us ? ”

“ i feel it also, ____. ”

“ this is not a good idea. stay close to me. ”

“ are you an angel ? ”

“ how do you know so much ? ”

“ this is a strange world to me. ”

“ yeah, it’d be a pity if you had to pay for me. ”

“ fear attracts the fearful. ”

“ what if it is true, and the people are dying ? ”

“ the biggest problem in the universe is that no one helps each other. ”

“ you assume too much. ”

“ ____ will not approve.”

“ ____ doesn’t need to know. ”

“ well, i don’t approve. ”

“ i will watch over him/her/them. you have my word. ”

“ will you be alright ? ”

“ he/she/they was/were in my life for such a short time.,, ”

“ will i ever see you again ? ”

“ what does your heart tell you ? ”

“ be brave, and don’t look back. ”

“ it’ll bring you good fortune. ”

“ what options do we have ? ”

“ i wish i had your confidence in this, ____. ”

“ i will not defer ! ”

“ i will do what i must. ”

“ i sense much fear in you. ”

“ please, ____, stay here, where it’s safe. ”

“ ____ is dangerous. they all sense it. why can’t you ? ”

“ i promise you, i will not let that happen. ”

“ i’m not sure what you hope to accomplish by this. ”

“ i am sorry for my deception, but under the circumstances it has become necessary to protect myself. ”

“ if we do not act quickly, all will be lost forever. ”

“ i ask you to help us. no, i beg you to help us. ”

“ be patient. let them make the first move. ”

“ it is so good to see you again. ”

“ it’s good to be home. ”

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I haven’t made promos bc I’m a grandpa and have never used photoshop in my life but I made two new blogs recently, so if I’m not here, I’m over at harry bright or harry hart.

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I’m a gremlin who’s been drinking mango vodka out of a mug in a rainstorm for a week instead of doing my replies, but I’m going to start working through them tomorrow!

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this is your friendly reminder that i Love pierre

And He Loves You !

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what about pierre?

he used to speak french well enough, but when marya dmitrievna said only stuffy aristocrats who don’t love russia enough speak french, he stopped and quickly forgot it all. he could relearn it, but he won’t, because he wants marya to think he’s cool.

his favorite food is stroganoff, and he cooks it himself, and it’s really good. if you’re sad or sick or anything else that would keep you inside, pierre will show up with some books, some wine, and some stroganoff. 

even in modern verses, he’s 100% convinced napoleon is still alive and is trying to fight him specifically. you can’t convince him otherwise, sorry. napoleon is out there, and pierre’s going to fight him, as soon as he finds him.

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what about pierre?

the poor man can’t dance in time to save his life, and he knows it. even if he’s absolutely trashed, he can tell he’s not on-beat, but no matter what he does, he can’t get back on. it’s the same way when he plays piano, this guy has no sense of tempo and no shame about it.

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what about pierre?

if he hadn’t accidentally become count bezukhov, pierre would have been a literature professor. he considered philosophy, but after hearing how he could rant for hours about the most wild conspiracies, the philosophy department recommended he switch to literature. 

he has all of the degrees and certifications and such to do it, and sometimes, when things are especially bad at home, he daydreams about running away to teach literature at some small university in some english countryside. he keeps all of his old textbooks in a suitcase under his desk, just in case he ever works up the courage to actually do it.

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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

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shysweet-hellhound:

It wasn’t enough quite yet, and she was ashamed to think it – that his words of comfort couldn’t comfort. She swallowed hard around a lump in her throat, trying to banish the sorrow in her heart. It wasn’t right for her to cry when she was trying to comfort him. “I hope … I think it’s not wrong, to feel fondly towards you. You told me yourself – you’re my friend, aren’t you, Pierre? That’s what you said?” There was more fear than she would ever admit in her voice. That she’d been wrong. That even he saw that what she’d done was unforgivable, and that she deserved the isolation the aristocracy had been giving her.

“of course,“ he insisted immediately, looking up at her with a desperate nervousness. “of course, yes, please consider me your friend, ALWAYS.“ his hands gripped tightly at his sleeves as he tried to ground himself. it had been a difficult few days; andrey hadn’t spoken to him since their last encounter, and hélène made their house a place of constant anxiety for her husband. his desk was full of letters he wasn’t meant to see, between natasha’s letters to anatole and her letters to andrey, and though he wouldn’t let anybody know, he still wore the necklace andrey had given natasha, who had left it with hélène, who had thrown it on pierre’s desk the night he didn’t go to the ball. even thinking about it was all just too much for him, and he began to cry. “I’m sorry to upset you, my dear.“