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

Anonymous asked: Things we lost in the fire C, X and Z if you don't mind? :)

*manic laughter* YEAH OKAY AVATAR AU IT IS

For this ask meme

C: Which member do you identify with the most?

…Grantaire.  Like, just generally.  It’s why the whole thing is from his perspective.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

GRANTAIRE.  No smart comments please.  But really, this whole fic could have the tagline “Grantaire has the power to move mountains and he suffers anyway.”

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it?  Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

This is Les Mis, darling, character death is what we do.  I generally prefer canon if you’re going to do character death, and I don’t think I’ve ever written it except sort of in the reincarnation AU?  Anyway, Avatar is a happy story, please rest assured that I have no current plans to murder anyone in this fic.

Anonymous asked: Happy Barricade Day!

Originally posted by hetaeria

That’s the spirit, guys.

Nothing could possibly go wrong here.

*pulls out bottle of wine* Wake me when it’s my turn to die.

lindsayraindrops:

charliemayart:

Imagine Enjolras as Beauxbatons champion, and Grantaire wondering how they’re going to fit the whole of France under the lake for the second task

#no one is more shocked than R when he gets kidnapped and put under the lake

(Source: colour-of-desire, via youfightlikemysister)

sparkly-courf asked: Heey!! ✨ Do you have any headcanons for Bahorel, Grantaire and Joly friendship?

just-french-me-up:

Whenever I think about the three of them, I think about that scene in the brick in which Joly and Bahorel talk about Musichetta and Bahorel is all like: “If you want to seduce her real good, you’ll need new pants” and Grantaire barges in like “HOW MUCH????”

So I give you: Makeover Bahorel.

• To be fair, Joly’s style really suits him. He’s all printed shirts and suspenders that don’t actually suspend anything, cool glasses, always some cat prints for some reason, probably to make up for the fact that he’s allergic
  
• Grantaire on the other hand…
• He’s in dire need of shirts that don’t have holes in them and don’t carry the pungent smell of paint. He also needs socks. BADLY. Bahorel hopes he can find clothes that will compliment those biceps of his, because dang boy, you should offer free tickets to the gun show more often
• Joly is quickly sorted out. Bahorel finds him some skinny jeans that will, apparently, “compliment his lil butt”.
• Grantaire is more complicated. He’s all self-deprecating comments and doesn’t think anything looks good on him. That’s not his colour. Neither is this one. Nor this one
• In the end, Baz gets him to buy several flannel shirts, a couple of skinny jeans, undershirts and the like
• Joly gets complimented all over during the next ABC meeting and twirls happily to show his new acquisitions off
• Grantaire arrived with rolled up sleeves and skinny jeans and Enjolras unconsciously snaps a pen into two.

orestesblasting-pyladesfunk:

someone telling grantaire to go for it with *the guy* he likes and he’s like ‘listen, i just know it’s not a good idea’ 

and they’re like ‘oh no, is he straight?’ ;

and grantaire just 

bursts out laughing at the idea of enjolras being straight

(via iwasthylaonce)

mysmoldarkfictionalsons:

enjolras as ladybug and grantaire as chat noir who is with me?

(Source: grantaire-wannabe, via im-a-weredonkey)

pilferingapples:

sathinfection:

‘why don’t you ever write enjolras pov? he’s so mysterious in your fics’

well 2 b brutally honest about this one i can’t describe how hot enjolras is from enjolras’s pov

are you Victor Hugo

(via godspeed-little-doodle)

ophiliad:

i’ve been thinking about that “a spell makes everyone fall in love with character A and character B doesn’t act any differently” AU trope idea and honestly it would work so well with enjolras/grantaire. like imagine an ABC meeting the day after eponine puts the love potion in the wine or something and everyone’s tripping over themselves to do things for enjolras and it’s freaking him out and it’s so weird but then R just strolls in and falls into a chair like “sup losers” and they all just stare at him and it’s like…

“grantaire, you drank the wine last night, didn’t you? you drank the vast majority of the wine…”

“yeah and?” 

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onemuseleft:

“Funny. I don’t recall that I was allowed to do much talking about it at all.” Tony met his gaze briefly, mouth twisted in an unhappy frown, angry-looking dark circles under his eyes. His eyes were dull and tired and Steve fought back the urge to wince. He’d never wanted to hurt Tony, that had never been the plan, but they’d been together for three years and things could only be so painless after that much time.

“Yes, I’m sure. I may be a jerk, but it’s not because I don’t listen.” It was because his superhero secret identity caused him to bail on plans at a bank robbery’s notice and gave him a predisposition to what could be called compulsive lying, but hey.

Sue gave Peter an amused look, but gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “At least you’re self-aware.”

He wrapped his arms around Bilbo and hugged him, and he thought that if he didn’t hug anyone else apart from the hobbit ever again, it would not be a terrible thing. Hugging Bilbo was like coming home. Thorin had lost too many homes; he wanted to keep this one till the end of days.

“How is he, anyway?” says Obi-wan.

“Dude, can’t you use the Force to check?” says Darcy. “Or, you know, you could just ask him.”

“The Force does not work that way,” says Obi-wan, depositing her cup of coffee in front of her with a sniff.

Grantaire lets out a slow breath and scrubs his hands back through his hair, feeling tangled curls catch at his fingers and yank at his scalp. “Okay.  I’m going to go take a shower until I feel less like I’m going to have a panic attack.  Help yourself to coffee or whatever’s in the fridge.”

“Give me your phone,” Éponine says, and doesn’t move from where she’s sitting in a ball on the floor.  Instead she holds out her hand, palm up, with a stern arch to her eyebrows—like she’s reclaiming something that’s already hers rather than blatantly commandeering Grantaire’s personal property.

He hands over the phone. 

(Source: post-and-out)