#but we got it done!

[kjack89]

Wish Upon a Star

For @themiserablesmonth Day 11: Wish.

Established E/R, modern AU, all fluff.

Read on AO3.

Enjolras and Grantaire strolled hand-in-hand down the street, enjoying a leisurely walk back to their place from the Musain. Neither said much, both enjoying the crisp autumn air as well as the comfortable silence of each other’s company. Then, abruptly, Grantaire stopped and pointed up at the sky. “Look, a shooting star! Make a wish!”

Though Enjolras followed his gaze, he didn’t look nearly as excited. “Are you sure that’s a shooting star?” he asked, somewhat doubtfully. “I’m pretty sure that was just an airplane.”

Grantaire pouted, but quickly rebounded. “Fine, then make a wish on the inbound United Airlines flight from New York.”

Enjolras glanced over at him, amused. “How’d you know it was an inbound United Airlines flight from New York?”

“Are you going to make a wish, or not?” Grantaire asked, ignoring the question.

Enjolras just rolled his eyes affectionately. “I think I’ll pass, thanks.”

Grantaire’s eyes narrowed. “What, don’t you believe in wishes?” he asked with a joking tone. When Enjolras didn’t respond right away, he frowned. “You don’t, do you?”

Enjolras took a long moment to reply, though when he did, it was more hedging than an actual answer. “I’m trying to think of a way to answer this that doesn’t make me sound cynical, so as not to give you something to lord over me for the rest of my natural days.”

“You really think I would do that?” Grantaire asked, mock-affronted, and when Enjolras just gave him a look, he laughed. “Fair enough.”

Enjolras took a deep breath before saying carefully, “I think wishes fall in the general category of hopes, or dreams. Which means they may be beautiful ideas, but they mean exactly fuck all without the work behind it to make them come true.”

Grantaire nodded slowly. “Interesting.”

“I’ll assume you disagree,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire just shrugged. “Ordinarily, no, but the fact of the matter is that we’re here, holding hands, dating, living together, and all of that is something that I very much wished for.” He squeezed Enjolras’s hand. “So while it’s my turn to try not to sound like a believer, when presented with the evidence in front of me, it’s hard not to conclude that sometimes, wishes come true.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Enjolras’s mouth. “That was a carefully crafted statement.”

Grantaire gave a mocking bow. “Thank you.”

“We’ll make a politician out of you yet,” Enjolras told him.

“Like you would ever deign to date a politician,” Grantaire said with a snort.

Enjolras pretended to consider it. “If I could use him to my personal ends, maybe.”

Grantaire rolled his eyes before glancing up at him. “You know what I’m not hearing?”

“What?”

“A rebuttal of what I said.”

Enjolras paused, something almost troubled in his expression. “You really want me to refute that our relationship is a wish come true?” he asked, somewhat doubtfully.

Grantaire winked. “Well, I’d like to see you try at least.”

“Clever,” Enjolras said. “But there’s nothing to refute, because I don’t believe anything that you said contradicts what I said.”

Grantaire frowned slightly. “How so?”

Enjolras just gave him a measured look. “You think that you didn’t put in the work to make this particular dream come true?”

“If you’re going to start accusing me of putting work in for anything, then we’re veering dangerously close to slander,” Grantaire said lightly, very notably not answering the question.

Enjolras gave him a look of affectionate bemusement. “As if insinuating you were a believer hadn’t already crossed that line.”

“Touché.”

Enjolras cleared his throat before continuing, “So seeing as how I’ve already crossed the line into slander, and to pad said slander with calumny and lies, you absolutely put in the work.” He said the words plainly, as if they were obvious fact, and didn’t give Grantaire the opportunity to squirm away from them with his usual sarcasm-laden bromides. “You took the time to actually get to know me as a human instead of just a porcelain doll or however you used to describe me.”

Grantaire lips twitched. “A marble statue.”

“I was close, at least,” Enjolras said, and Grantaire arched an eyebrow at him.

“Were you?”

Enjolras ignored him. “The point still stands,” he said stubbornly. “You figured out my interests and my beliefs—”

“Mostly so that I had ample ammunition to argue with you over,” Grantaire murmured, though Enjolras ignored him.

“And then you’re the one who made the effort to show me what a relationship could actually look like,” he continued doggedly, “that it wasn’t going to be me having to devote one hundred percent of my time to you, that there could be something resembling work-life balance. Which is actually quite the achievement considering that prior to you, my work was my life.”

Grantaire made a face. “One could argue that it still is.”

Enjolras shrugged. “Maybe,” he acknowledged. “But now there’s another part of my life, and a really great one at that: you.” He tugged Grantaire close to him to kiss his forehead. “So whether you want to call it persistence or effort, you still put the work in to convince me to give this a try. And that’s what made all the difference in getting this particular wish to come true.”

Grantaire nodded slowly. “I guess…”

“I mean, imagine if you hadn’t,” Enjolras added. “You’d still be sitting at the Musain right now, drunkenly staring at me and sighing to yourself like you used to do.”

Grantaire winced. “You knew about that?”

Enjolras gave him a somewhat pitying look. “You weren’t exactly subtle.”

“Well, that’s mortifying.”

“It’s fine,” Enjolras assured him. “I know you didn’t mean anything creepy by it.”

“No, not for me, for you,” Grantaire said cheerfully, and Enjolras scowled. “You knew I used to do that and you still went out with me? How desperate were you?”

“Obviously extremely desperate,” Enjolras dead-panned. “And what, pray tell, does that say about you for lusting after me in the first place when I was so clearly that desperate?”

Grantaire grinned. “Touché.”

They started walking again, Enjolras putting an arm around Grantaire’s shoulder before saying mildly, “Anyway, for all this grief over me not believing in wishes, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you never actually made a wish on the inbound flight from New York.”

Grantaire just looked up at him, his grin softening. “Why would I need to?” he asked simply. “All my wishes already came true.”

[neosatsuma]

[ewwww-what]

Ugh. Literally just let her go home???

[bacchuschucklefuck]

truly this one's just for me. I can do what I want foreverrr

[adobe-outdesign]

there was a period of time during the early days of Neopets wherein they would redesign an older pet. in order to pick a redesign they'd offer a poll with a few different options, like this:

but during 2001—2004 they would do polls with several completely normal, similar-looking options and then one (1) just completely messed up option that they never acknowledged or explained

my personal favorite was the Gelert one

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

world's longest staring contest GO-

[newttxt]

and thats a wrapppppppp!!

from the 10th and final chapter of utilities included

masterpost

[podcastwizard]

saw a billboard advertising a low calorie pasta as having "the same amount of calories as a salad." brother if you saw the salads i ate you'd hurl

[spellbird]

"Illumination Legend of Zelda isn't real, it can't hurt you!"

Illumination Link:

[mh2o29]

tfw you have to call your girlfriend's house to talk to her girlfriend (who is also your boyfriends girlfriend) so you can get your boyfriend released from jail...

(click for better quality PLEASE I beg you)

under the tab are other versions of the drawing so click if you wanna see him with no shirt on .....wait what who said that.....

yall i don't even know how to explain this one i was possessed and controlled by the urge to draw stu macher all pretty and posed like this,,,, so i like when men are pretty SUE ME

credits to @atitanbitch for the idea to include Sid and Tatum in the little bubble and @powderedbleach for reminding me about THE ROBEEEE OH and ofc @harleykeenervarient for sending me the photo reference I used in the first place yall rock <3

included below are alternate versions of this drawing that I was having some fun with mwuahaha that includes no shirt, no shirt plus some ~shweed~ and also ofc trans version bc cmon

alright thats all for now.... thats my cue to slink back into the void until I return with another art drop BYEEEEEE

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[yrsonpurpose]

“C’mere,” he says, surging up to kiss Alex, and he’s putting his whole body into it now, sliding his hands down to palm at Alex’s ass as he kisses him. Alex feels a sound tear itself from his throat, and he’s following Henry’s lead blindly now, kissing him deep into the mattress, riding a continuous wave of Henry’s body.

[ministarfruit]

day 26: apocalypse ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[fluffyartbl0g]

ANONYMOUS SUBMITTED

I love, love, LOVE your speedrun comic, expecially the parts with Ace losing his mind and ASL reuniting. I am VERY curious as to how, exactly, this gremlin crew of half-feral children managed to negotiate an alliance with Whitebeard. My bet is Luffy just went “rearranges reality until it’s more to his liking and everybody is left wobbling dazedly”. Also, the Whitebeard Pirates thinking “this explains SO MUCH about Ace”.

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hahah you got the “everybody is left wobbling dazedly” part right XD. here’s my answer to ur curious musings!!!

An alliance implies equal footing, and to have equal footing with the greatest pirate alive is not something to scoff at. So good job Whitebeard for scoring an ETERNAL friendship with the pirate king 👍!!!!

Time travel/Speedrun AU masterlist

[quirkle2]

a little bit crazy