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memoirsofasamurai — Fri, 24 May 2013 10:46:24 +0200

I wish that we could see if we could be something.

memoirsofasamurai — Fri, 24 May 2013 10:06:55 +0200

I wish that we could see if we could be something.

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memoirsofasamurai — Fri, 24 May 2013 10:04:44 +0200

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memoirsofasamurai — Fri, 24 May 2013 09:54:46 +0200

LES MISUMENTARY: Grantaire offers up no comment as to whose...

memoirsofasamurai — Fri, 24 May 2013 01:31:33 +0200

LES MISUMENTARY: Grantaire offers up no comment as to whose address it actually is.

(really huge thanks to lauren for mocking up the wall!!)

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memoirsofasamurai — Fri, 24 May 2013 01:15:49 +0200

jolsette: Talk revolution to me, baby by...

memoirsofasamurai — Tue, 21 May 2013 02:17:15 +0200

jolsette:

Talk revolution to me, baby by truethingsproved

There’s no describing Grantaire sometimes. Grantaire simply is, and Enjolras gravitates toward him, no matter how infuriating he can be, no matter how far he pushes Enjolras. Enjolras is dangerously close to orbiting around him entirely and he’s not sure if it’s something he wants to halt. The thought of Grantaire walking away makes him feel like he’s missing his ribcage, and so honestly, Enjolras doesn’t much care if he wakes the entire fucking city getting him to turn around.

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memoirsofasamurai — Mon, 20 May 2013 02:41:09 +0200

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memoirsofasamurai — Mon, 20 May 2013 01:55:17 +0200

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memoirsofasamurai — Sun, 19 May 2013 16:39:54 +0200

Sterek AU: Years after his family moved out from Beacon Hills,...

memoirsofasamurai — Sun, 19 May 2013 15:54:14 +0200

Sterek AU: Years after his family moved out from Beacon Hills, Derek Hale decides to come back to his home town. He renovates his old house and opens a car repair shop. (Suddenly, half of the population of Beacon Hills decides they need to have their cars repaired. At Hale’s repair shop, of course.)
It’s summer holidays. Stiles sees Derek for the first time when he and Scott drag their luggage across the Beacon Hills Bus Station parking lot. That’s the moment in which Stiles decides he is not going to take part in the whole “Hale insanity” phase. Stiles learnt his lesson about crushing on people way out of his league: don’t even bother, boy (thank you, Lydia Martin). His college hook-ups were easy after he accepted this.

So, in the grocery shop he snatches the last apricot juice from under Derek’s nose. Stiles is for equality and he thinks being handsome should not give you privileges (of buying the last apricot juice, for example. First come, first served). And when he’s having a problem with his Jeep he goes to the good old Armor. He’s doing just fine at ignoring Derek Hale’s existence. Things get difficult when for some mysterious reason, Derek decides to take an interest in Stiles.

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memoirsofasamurai — Sun, 19 May 2013 01:16:48 +0200

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memoirsofasamurai — Fri, 17 May 2013 18:28:21 +0200

you might also have known how your world may be changed in...

memoirsofasamurai — Fri, 17 May 2013 10:49:02 +0200

you might also have known how your world may be changed in just one burst of light.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories...

memoirsofasamurai — Fri, 17 May 2013 10:02:02 +0200

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories that it has come to be disbelieved. Few people daresay nowadays that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet that is the way that love begins, and only in that way. ~ Victor Hugo

psychoanalyzeme: dat subtlety

memoirsofasamurai — Thu, 16 May 2013 23:06:38 +0200

psychoanalyzeme:

dat subtlety

jehans: They’re close, so close. Alexander has fixed him with...

memoirsofasamurai — Wed, 15 May 2013 10:30:19 +0200

jehans:

They’re close, so close. Alexander has fixed him with such a violently important stare and neither are breathing, not really. Not well.

Finally, Alexander whispers, “You told me you love me.”

Peter can’t speak, so he nods. Yes, he loves him, of course he loves him.

“Still?” Enjolras asks like this is the most important question in the universe.

Grantaire heaves a sigh. “Always,” he almost sobs.

And that’s enough. Enjolras takes a step forward. His hands light on Grantaire’s waist like he’s afraid to hold too tightly, like Grantaire might slip away. Grantaire closes his eyes. He can feel the heat from Enjolras breath, from his body.

And then lips press against his lips and he gasps and opens his eyes again and he’s falling, drowning. He knows this kiss. He missed this kiss. This is like air and now — now he can breathe. He’s spent two whole lives suffocating, asphyxiating, but now — as hands tighten over his waist and his mouth opens into the sweetness of the man he’s always, always loved — he can.

Finally, he can breathe.

(x)

“It was when I met Peter, that everything changed for me. It...

memoirsofasamurai — Mon, 13 May 2013 23:26:41 +0200

“It was when I met Peter, that everything changed for me. It was as if the heavens showered with gold. Finally somebody loved me like I loved them, and for the first time I felt accepted in my life.”

Enjolras & Grantaire’s lovechild Based on this post (x)

memoirsofasamurai — Mon, 13 May 2013 22:25:49 +0200

Enjolras & Grantaire’s lovechild

Based on this post (x)

tardis-impala: i did a thing

memoirsofasamurai — Mon, 13 May 2013 22:22:14 +0200

tardis-impala:

i did a thing