au in which I’m good at dealing with people, can express myself, and don’t exist in a constant state of freaking out
suddenly self confidence!
Where come from????
I was just rereading the introductory scene of the Amis, specifically Grantaire’s longass rambling speech.
And I really want a fic in which Grantaire is rambling (either sober or drunk) and speechifying and everyone else is talking to other people or doing other things and Grantaire is painfully, horribly aware that nobody is actually listening to him and that he’s being annoying as fuck but he can’t actually make himself shut up. So he just keeps talking. Even though he knows no one is listening and no one cares and that he’s basically talking to air. And then when someone tells him to shut the hell up, he forces himself to get defensive for a second, just for appearances, for the illusion that he’s okay with it and that he meant to ramble that way. And then he does shut up and just sits silently at his table mentally punching himself in the face for being an annoying piece of trash that pisses off the only people who probably only pretend to like him and why can’t he just keep mouth shut for once because no one actually fucking cares? And then a few hours later he’s rambling again and the cycle starts over because he has no idea to make that “I’ll talk and talk until somebody listens even though nobody’s actually hearing me or maybe I’ll talk until someone likes me or maybe I’ll talk until someone decides I’m interesting and not a boring piece of shit” mechanism stop working.
Because watching people lose interest in what you’re saying without being able to make yourself shut up is the worst feeling ever. And Grantaire never gets used to it and can never do anything to stop it because he can’t actually make himself not talk.
ugh I need this in my life please
this is just such a me thing and I can empathize so hard
I need to read this
All you need now is a floppy brown fedora, a multicolored knit scarf, and a long brown coat (brown tweed, I think, but don’t quote me on that…)
Kind of like this? ;)
(Sorry, I was hard-pressed to find a brown fedora XD but I think he wears a red coat a bunch!)
Mom, dad, I’m not a boy. Or a girl. I’m actually an eldritch horror from dimensions too horrible for human comprehension. I know it’s hard, but I’m sure that you have grown to love me as I also care for your puny, insignificant, putrid souls.
Q:You are so fucking cute
*blush!!!!!* Thank you anon!
Q:New follower here! What are your top five favorite books?
Gosh, I didn’t think anyone was actually going to ask me something! :) Hi there!
That’s a hard question, I’ll have to say that currently my top five favorites are: