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.
skymurdock:
poplitealqueen:
amaronith:
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)
