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Mottephobiamy heart is a secret I keep with myselfMottephobia by MissPerceived
a joke I can laugh at with nobody else
the flap of a wing in a
falling card house
another left turn from a quivering mouth
you searched like you meant it
you wanted to find it
and crush it
or cradle it in your clumsy
“a fly-swatter’s just a fan
if you look at it
and I thought I believed you.
I patched myself up after every day’s
when you went off in search of more
stony smile on my lips and a pin
in my thumb
a taste of the unpleasant everything
the ripple of cloth and the dream of disdain
the pseudo-feathers there inside once
I held my hand there for a moment so
they could not fly away
you’re afraid of moths
but you could never know how they loved you
by every name.
The Meaning of Life: a Les Mis/H2G2/Doctor Who ficYes. I have written a fic that is a crossover of Les Mis, Hitchhiker’s Guide, and Doctor Who.The Meaning of Life: a Les Mis/H2G2/Doctor Who fic by Revolution-Nein
Warnings: There is alcohol in this story. Because it involves Grantaire. No one’s explicitly drunk, though.
Summary: Grantaire, Enjolras, the Doctor (I’m imagining the Tenth but it could be any), Arthur Dent, and Ford Prefect discuss the meaning of life. They’re not terribly good at it.
“So,” said Grantaire as he opened a bottle of wine for everyone at the table, “what do you think the meaning of life is?”
“Hmm, meaning of life?” said the Doctor, taking the bottle, looking at it, and setting it back in favor of the teapot present as an alternative to the wine.
“Do you have an interest in philosophy now?” said Enjolras. It heartened him to hear that his fellow revolutionary might be expressing an interest in something that wasn’t alcohol.
“That,” Arthur Dent said as he poured himself a cup o
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