combeferre sitting alone in the airport with an unexpected six hour flight delay knowing full and well that he’s going to have to spend the night in the terminal with no other options but to simply wait in one of the most uncomfortable chairs he’s ever had the misfortune of sitting in. his glasses are slumped on the bridge of his nose and he’s trying to focus on the words in the academic journal he brought with him but it does no good to pass the time
courfeyrac approaching with the largest cup of coffee that the airport can provide, smiling like a ray of sunshine despite the fact he too has tickets for the same delayed flight. “is this spot taken?” he would ask, looking at the seat next to combeferre. while there are plenty of other spots available in the terminal lobby, combeferre just shakes his head and shuffles over some to let courfeyrac sit next to him. plus, how can he resist someone who can manage to smile like that at 1 AM?
courfeyrac introducing himself with ease and pointing out that combeferre has a tricolor bow on his bag and he does as well! combeferre meanwhile most definitely can’t focus on his journal at this point and the two end up talking for a good three hours (half of the time it’s ranting about the inconsistencies of flight schedules and the rest about a little bit of everything)
combeferre’s yawning becoming more and more frequent as time passes and he slowly dozes off as courfeyrac is talking. courfeyrac responding immediately by slowly letting combeferre lay his head down on his shoulder (being very careful to move him so he doesn’t wake up) and placing his jacket on combeferre as a makeshift blanket
#combeferre then wakes up and nearly sits up very quickly but courfeyrac i sleeping back against him #and he can’t bring himself to wake him up #so he instead glances at his watch but for a moment before cozying down back against the man with a contagious personality #and you can bet your bottom dollar that when they get on the plane they can’t stop looking at each other #ugh (via weretaire)
Tell me again why we don’t need feminism.
this is so fucking gross
but is this bra available for purchase tho
I know what people think I did.
Why can’t I tell everybody that they’re wrong?
me after every episode of hannibal
us after every episode of hannibal
Just put on dark lipstick and act like nothing happened
According to chemistry, alcohol IS a solution.
I don’t understand why people aren’t interested in Astronomy.
You can look up into the night sky and see a fucking galaxy with your naked eye. You can see cosmic structures that are millions of light years across and if you don’t think that’s the coolest fucking shit then I don’t know what to tell you.
Tywin was an absolute monster, the most horrifying character in the series so far. I don’t get how you can think his rule did any good for Westeros at all unless you conceive of Westeros as consisting solely of the Lannisters. He’s entirely motivated by profit, power and pride. Tywin had half of Westeros raped, murdered and burned for no reason other than to insure the continuing power of his own house. That’s not a leader; that’s a liability (the word is not nearly strong enough) to the realm.
He had entire harvests burned in Autumn leaving the people, at least the ones he left alive, to starve without stores for a long Winter. Good for Westeros? He unleashed rapers, torturers and murderers, knowing full well what they were, on the people of the Kingdom he was supposed to lead and protect. He conspired with the Freys and the Boltons, who are shits. He is bar none the worst father in the series, having raised incestuous twins, and having turned Tyrion, who was predisposed to be a nice guy, into someone bitter and hateful enough for kinslaying (a damn satisfying scene, and necessary!). He remained blind to his children’s obvious flaws (and strengths in the case of Tyrion) and refused to see Joffrey’s blatant psychopathy even when Tyrion pointed it out. He had an innocent girl gang raped because she damaged his prestige. And Kevan is a slavering little dog who went along with all this; someone’s already quoted his high opinion of Gregor and his boys and what they did in the Riverlands. And this is all off the top of my head. The current zeitgeist seems to hold a lot of unwarranted respect for “tough” leaders who are willing to do the “hard thing.” It also seems to be oblivious to the fact that the “hard thing” is always bad for the people and always for personal profit and power. Tywin’s a perfect fictional example.
Just about the worst lesson we could draw from the way Ned’s decency made him a failure in King’s Landing is to equate indecency with success. But that’s precisely the lesson lots of readers have drawn: Tywin’s a great leader, Victarion could be Azor Ahai reborn, Dany needs to let Meereen fall to the slavers because what she really should be doing is slaughtering her way westward.
The nice thing about being a reader of these books rather than a character in them is that there’s no consequence for holding the people we’re reading about to a higher (or really, to ANY) moral standard. So why don’t we do that?
I was at the mall today and overheard this dude talking to two lesbian chicks. I hear him ask, “So which one of you is the guy in your relationship?” And the one girl looks into her pants and says, “It’s not me. How bout you? Are you hiding a dick in there?” Then her girlfriend looks in her pants and says, “Nope, I’m not.” Then the first chick looks at the dude and says, “Hmmm, guess that’s why we are lesbians.” And then I lost my shit.