Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Anonymous asked: 30, 49, 56, 71

More questions from this ask meme, yay!

30: Does anyone hate you?

HA, oh, baby, I’m an asshole.  I’m confident that more people hate me than like me.  My high school teachers were trying to get me expelled, I used to get into fistfights, I shout people down when they start talking about how well, black people are an evolutionary step down or well, homosexuality is illegal because Leviticus or well, Muslims are dangerous.  If I had a dollar for everyone who called me a bitch or told me they hated me, I’d not be on a scholarship, I’ll tell you that much.

49: Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

Two years ago?  Yeah, not unlike.  College, Adler, the occasional medical catastrophe, writing novels.  Same old, same old.  Four years ago, on the other hand, not even slightly.

56: Do you think you like someone?

I dunno, I’m one of those people where I need to have someone sit me down and go “you’re aware that you’re into that person” before I realize.  I had a terrible crush on this STUNNING girl from Kenya at my summer program, and I just saw a guy tonight who was…goddamn.  Just.  One hell of a jawline, with the whole rumpled slightly-smudged-with-grease mechanic’s vibe.  But I also go to a VERY small school when I’m not on break, so not a lot of…variety, you know?

71: Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?

My dear @twistedangelsays, and my parents.  

Anonymous asked: 8,17,44 and 96 pls

Oh, yay!  From this ask meme!

8: How often do you listen to music?

CONSTANTLY.  I hate silence, I desperately hate silence, if there isn’t music playing then I’m probably humming, or singing, or talking, or muttering.

17: When was the last time you cried?

Let’s see…about a month ago.  It had been a long day and I’d had a long shift and a creepy dude sat outside my workplace for over two hours staring inside at me and the two girls working with me until we had to call the cops, I have a long and nasty history with creepy dudes who think they have rights to stuff they do not at all have rights to, and that night after I’d managed to get to bed and come down off the adrenaline I cried.  For me it was bursting into hysterical sobs, but for anyone else I think it would have looked like…mildly distressed sniffling.  When I cry, it tends to be extremely quiet with very little in the tears department.  My roommate says I cry like a movie star and that it’s not fair and honestly I don’t know what either of those things mean.

44: What’s the best part about school?

Having stuff to DO, Jesus Christ, I hate sitting around.  Also I shamelessly enjoy feeling like I’m smarter than other people, largely because it’s very rare that I feel like I’m better at anything than anyone, so that’s nice too.  (Insert that one part of Non-Stop here)

96: Don’t lie to me, was the last person you texted attractive?

Uh…the last person I texted, like proper texting, was my mom, soooo?  I mean, yes, my mom is beautiful.  But yeah.  And the last person I texted for a more generous definition of texting was @twistedangelsays and while she is both STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL and TOTALLY BRILLIANT, not to mention being my very favorite conductor of light, I am not now and nor have I ever been into her.  Our mutual lack of interest in dating each other is a great complaint of ours, our lives would be MUCH easier if we could just fall in love/lust and get married and never have to deal with dating anymore.

Anonymous asked: A little birdie told me you were taking prompts again AND learning a lot about the Rev War. Hamilton/Laurens reincarnation fic?

All right, I’m HOPING that the birdie in question was the tags on this post: so if you wanted hamilton fic now would be EXACTLY the time to request it i was considering doing one of those ongoing tumblr au things where people could ask for specific scenes because i want to write a reincarnation au for hamilton (probably one of those universes where reincarnation is a little peculiar but not out of the ordinary) and i also wanted to write a college au and i figured i could do both at once but also i don’t know if anyone would be interested in that. Regardless, that is WHAT YOU ARE GETTING.  The way this is basically going to work is that if there’s a scene you particularly want to see or a character you particularly want to have me include, just send me an ask and I’ll write more, I guess.  Because this is something I very much want to write, and it’s also something I very much don’t have the time/motivation to do on my own.  So y’all can do me a solid by sending requests.

Circumstances tend to be the same, in each lifetime—relationships between parents, number of siblings, sometimes even place of birth.  No one’s sure why.  A pretty woman fallen from lofty social status, a wandered-off man, an older brother. If that’s the lot you drew at your first birth, it’s likely to be the one you land the second-third-fourth time around.

The illness hits Christiansted earlier, this time.  Andre Westen is seven, his brother and father already gone.  Last time, his mother got the worst of it—this time, it’s Andre who’s shaking and sick for two weeks, his gaunt and recovering mother clinging to his hand.  He lives, though, and when he opens his eyes after the fever breaks, the first thing out of his mouth is, “I’m going to need to change my name.”  There are conditions in place, laws and qualifiers that allow people to claim their past selves if they prefer and can prove it.  And Andre does prefer, and can prove it.  He’s young for such a powerful revelation—he can recite the names of teachers and colleagues, list details down to the minute, and with so little under his belt of this life, that one seems just as immediate—and it unnerves people to hear him wander from speaking like a child to speaking like a grown man when he’s distracted, but they give him his name.  

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Anonymous asked: Prompt: les amis princess protection program au

*Aaron Burr voice*  Sure!  So it took me a long-ass time to write this because I saw PPP like once, like ten years ago, and I just now had the time to google it and brush up.  As payment for the delay, it’s SEVEN PAGES.  Also I wrote this at two in the morning and I haven’t looked over it since, so…  I wandered off from the movie plot.  Sorry.

• Prince Gabriel Alexandrè Enjolras Apollinaire—he usually opts out of the lengthy full name for just ‘Enjolras’, to the ongoing dismay of his entire staff—is literally getting crowned as king of the small country Rive Lune when Inquisiteur Javert, the right-hand man of the neighboring Rive Astre, comes crashing through the door.  Turns out being extremely determined to transform a hundred-year monarchy into a democracy makes the local dictators edgy.  Despite his best efforts to the contrary, Enjolras is (quite literally) hauled away by Monsieur Valjean, a member of the Prince Protection Program.  His mother and the queen of Rive Lune, Her Royal Majesty Juliette Ameliè Lamarque Apollinaire, is not so lucky.

• Enjolras puts up a very legitimate fight against being ‘packed off like so much spare luggage,’ as he puts it in his lengthy tirade. The PPP has never had to handle such an…opinionated prince—normally, they’re so shocky from an attempt on their life that they don’t question much.  Enjolras is something else.  He spins such a compelling speech about personal responsibility and care of the people and my country that, honestly?  They almost go for it.  And then Valjean clears his throat and politely reminds everyone of the situation, and Enjolras is packed off to America without further ado (and over his continuting protests) because Valjean has that effect on people.

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Anonymous asked: YAY UPDATES!!!! I am so excited. I was wondering the other day if you were going to update soon and I can say I am not disappointed. I love it when R gets on Es nerves. A+ for you.❤❤❤

Oh, sweetie, I’m so glad I didn’t disappoint!  Thank you so much for sticking with me through the TOTALLY EXCESSIVE delay.  *hugs* You’re too nice to me!

Anonymous asked: Idk, you've always reminded me of Grantaire.

Well, I mean, given that I actually have a tag ‘I am Grantaire and Grantaire is me’, you are not incorrect.  

Tell me what fictional character you think I am!

Anonymous asked: was reading through your book 4 reread, I'd love to hear your thoughts on Taxxons and Hork Bajir. Especially the 'Taxxons used to be ocean aliens and now they live on land kinda thing'

YEAH LET’S DO THAT. Okay, so, I ended up just doing the Taxxons rather than the Hork-Bajir because…um…this got long, to the shock of everyone, I’m sure.  I might do the Hork-Bajir later.  But yeah. Okay.  I wrote this during Anatomy class over a couple days and then typed it up, so.

ALL RIGHT.

So, let’s start with a quick little recap I like to call Everything We Know About Taxxons.

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Anonymous asked: oooooh, i would love a exr shortie where e has to teach r how to dance and it's very frustrating and they feel thINGS, please?

*hides face* Oh my God, it’s been like a MONTH, I am so sorry, but HERE.  There is dancing and feelings and kissing and Enjolras actually having a social life because Courfeyrac forces him to.  Also, I seem to have a tendency to write ‘getting their shit together’ ficlets so if you want…not that, feel free to ask.  And if you want the reverse of this where Grantaire teaches Enjolras to dance, it is here.

Enjolras goes to clubs.  It’s not especially common knowledge, because he’s usually too busy, but whenever Courfeyrac feels like it’s necessary, he’ll drag Enjolras out to a nightclub, pour a few shots into him, and turn him loose for a few hours with instructions to not think too much.  This time, it’s a group outing, all of Les Amis laughing and tactile with alcohol, hands on arms and cheeks flushed with the triumph of their latest protest.  

Joly, giggly with his second rum and coke, is the one to start the dancing, pushing Musichetta and Bousset onto the dance floor ahead of him.  The three of them fit together like puzzle pieces, Musichetta’s petite body pressed back against Joly’s chest and Bousset’s broad shoulders behind the pair of them.  They’ve clearly done this before, because Bousset and Musichetta know just how to move so that Joly can dance without aggravating his limp.  It’s fluid and sensual, Musichetta’s head tipped back on Joly’s shoulder and her smile dazzling up at her boys, and Enjolras feels the brief pause around him, the rest of them caught up in the trio’s giddy joy.

“Aw, they’re cute,” Cosette says, and Éponine smirks, finishes her scotch, and pinches Marius hard in the side.  He yelps and flails—not a graceful man at the best of times, and less so with alcohol—but gets the hint, shyly offering his hand to Cosette and letting her tug him onto the floor.  Éponine is still snickering when she darts out herself, bouncing and coiling like a ribbon in the dim club lights.

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Anonymous asked: The patron saint of heartbreaking les Mis AUs

*finger guns*  Hey, my shadowy sweetie, I’ve been called worse things in my life.

Anonymous asked: You have the same icon as @biend

Actually jk but it’s close enough

Oh my God you’re right.  Hey, @biend, nice taste in icons, I like it. ;)