Well GOOD MORNING, then, world! XD
That is actually me in the morning though
Enjolras will just shuffle out of the bedroom while R is making breakfast and hug him from behind and doze on his shoulder while Grantaire’s cooking, basically moving around the kitchen with a sleepy-Enjolras appendage attached to his back
Takes at least two cups of coffee and a lot of kisses for Enjolras to properly wake up
I can imagine his brain just suddenly turning on while he’s having breakfast, so he just blinks and looks around BEWILDERED and goes “How did I get here?”
OMG IS HE
but I don’t mind, usually I don’t use covers anyway
I’ll cover you
grantaire and enjolras in gnomon
I love how strong and wild they look.
"Soup," Grantaire says. "You need soup."
"I don’t need soup," Enjolras says, scowling, tugging on Grantaire’s hand and trying to lead him back to the exit. "We need to go home so you can cuddle me while I sleep this off."
"Soup first," Grantaire says firmly, and then turns back to his phone. "I should get soup, right, Combeferre?"
Enjolras can’t hear what Combeferre is telling Grantaire, but whatever it is, it makes Grantaire smile softly, and he pouts because Grantaire is not sharing Combeferre properly.
"Ferre says you’re a very difficult patient to care for," Grantaire tells Enjolras, catching his pout. "He says I should give you a kiss for him, as incentive to let me quickly shop for ingredients to make soup." Grantaire holds the phone out between them and plants a loud kiss on Enjolras’ cheeks.
Enjolras sighs. Having two boyfriends means having two people overreacting when he feels a little bit off the weather, but it also means double the cuddles and double the kisses, so yup, he can live with it.
When Grantaire gets the call from his sister that she wants him at her wedding, he’s more excited than he’s ever been. He looks at his phone in disbelief, because he’d always believed his family hated him, and immediately goes out to get a suit. A few days after getting the call, he gets a text from his sister’s number.
"TEXT; Message Reads: On second thoughts, don’t come to my wedding. I’ve been worrying about having you there since I invited you- and I’ve decided that I don’t want you there. You’re a drunk, and I don’t want you around my new husband or my family. I think it’d be better for both of us if I cut you out of my life.”
Grantaire reads this text, then reads it again, then once more so he can solidify the horrible feeling that’s set in the bottom of his stomach. And then, he throws the phone, letting it hit the wall and smash into pieces, alerting the attention of his friends who are in the next room over. They come in to find Grantaire crying in the corner, his smashed phone disregarded on the floor.
"What happened?" Enjolras asks.
"What’s the matter?" Joly says.
He shows them the text, the cracked phone screen still working just enough to make the words readable. For a while, nobody speaks, and Enjolras just cuddles into Grantaire to make him feel less lonely. Later on, with help of Courfeyrac to make the decision, Grantaire decides to go to the wedding if only to give his sister the present he bought. He plans to sit right at the back of the ceremony and leave the gift before anyone knows he was ever there.
At the wedding, despite knowing how hated he is, Grantaire still tears up when he sees his sister walking down the aisle. Although trying to stay hidden, she sees him sat right in the back row, and surprisingly enough, she smiles. When the ceremony is over, Grantaire’s sister comes up to him and thanks him for coming.
"I’m so glad you could make it," she says. "But why did you sit right at the back?"
"You said…you said you didn’t want me there. I just, uh, wanted to see you before I left."
"Grantaire I would never say that!"
He shows her the message, regretfully enough because he truly believes he’s ruining her day.
"God, Grantaire, that must have been mum and dad on my phone. I wanted you here more than I even wanted myself to be here!"
"Of course really."
"Grantaire, you not capable of believing, thinking, wanting, living or dying."
Grantaire retorted in a grave voice: “You’ll see.”
Nicholas Lord, a Navy sailor since 2008 currently on active duty, is under investigation after threatening to rape a young woman who is a Navy recruit.
The young woman posted a photo of herself on Facebook, captioning it to say she’s proud of how she’s working hard to get in shape for the Navy, and she’s excited to be leaving soon. The photo was shared on the page for her Delayed Entry Program for her fellow Navy recruits.
Nicholas Lord, who is not a current recruit and who has been serving in the Navy since 2008, then commented:
You’ll end up pregnant real soon you fucking wh***. If I could and I knew you, I’d hold you down and rape you.
The next day, Lord gloated about his threat on his Facebook page, updating his status to say he’d been “trolling feminist pages.” In case it needs to be said, the Facebook page for a Navy program is not a “feminist page.” It’s a Navy recruiting page. (x) (x)
I don’t know what the Navy’s punishment system is like, but I hope he gets the worst possible. I hope they investigate his past history in the military, too. If he’s bold enough to outright threaten female recruits, under his own name, on public, Navy-run social media, I seriously doubt he hasn’t harassed and threatened female sailors. He may even have raped them.
Especially given the military’s problem with letting men get away with harassment and rape, they need to severely punish him.
Send it viral, and he will see ramifications.
If you only reblog one thing today I hope it’s this.