It's Past 3 I Need To Look At My Life Look At My Choices (on The Other Hand, Dat Jawline)

Warmth.

((HAHAHA THIS TOOK FOREVER BECAUSE I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON))

It is the first snow day they have had in months, which means that instead of classes, Joly should be dragging Montparnasse out into the snow to make snow angels and violent snowmen à la Calvin and Hobbes. They should be having mock-fights with icicles. And then maybe singing along to “Baby It’s Cold Outside,” which should be a delightful prelude to Other Things.

Instead Joly is wrapped up in a ball of blankets, shivering violently and sneezing while ‘Parnasse fumbles with the kettle.

"Look, I dod’t eved care adybore. Just get over here, goddabbit."

Montparnasse shoots him a look. Joly glares back with red-rimmed eyes. “I’b cold. You’re warb. Ad you’re better thad a mug of hot cocoa adyway.”

"You’ll just give me your cold."

"Do I look like I care?"

A staring contest for about four seconds, broken by a rather loud sneeze from Joly. He sniffs pathetically and gives Montparnasse puppy eyes. “Please?”

Montparnasse huffs and goes over to Joly, wrapping his larger frame around the other. Joly snuggles up into him. “Thadk you. I would kiss you except I should dot.”

"If you give me your cold, I will kiss you with phlegm," ‘Parnasse says conversationally.

Joly shudders and buries his head in ‘Parnasse’s neck. “Please dod’t.”

After a while the shivers go away, and they fall asleep wrapped around each other.

Belle (This Provincial Life) (Reprise)

It seemed that no one else knew what a complete asshole Joly could be.

When he showed his teeth, it was only in a smile or a laugh. When he raised a hand, it was only for a high five. When he picked up a scalpel, it was only to dissect a corpse pinned to the paraffin wax.

But Montparnasse knew otherwise.

That was why Joly went to him, really. Because he wanted more than to be the cheerful hypochondriac. And how could Montparnasse blame him?

Everybody needs someone they can be an asshole around.

somebody help me

Repeat after me,

Disagreeing with a ship is fine. Not liking a ship is fine. Discussing why you don’t like a ship is okay. Bashing a ship is wrong. Bashing a ship is hurtful. Bashing the population of that ship is rude.

That's How You Know

((well this is only perfect. modern!verse because))

It was the little things.

The "good morning ferut"s scrawled in the mirror. The absentminded grabbing of his hand to draw a flower or a heart, pen tickling the skin. The random kidnapping for a picnic lunch between classes. The footsie under the table.

The karaoke night when Grantaire had tugged him onstage to serenade him with "Falling For You" was one particularly memorable instance.

And so it was that, six months after they'd started dating, Joly took him to the park, and every tree they went by had R+J carved in it somewhere.

"Thank you so much, bunny. I love you too."

"But I've never said --"

"You didn't have to."

c: I'm not good at skeletons or fleas, but I hope this works!

Sometimes I just sit and think about how Aziraphale and Crowley spent several years giving some ordinary human kid THE weirdest possible upbringing of all time.

Do not blame me for who I am. The doctor prescribed me 20 mL of #valvertine twice a day.

quick sketch of Maeglin, Idril and Tuor in palette #17.

tall lady elves/short human men pairings are my lifeblood