I literally cannot believe I let someone talk me into writing this. Whatever. It’s written. Another chapter is forthcoming. Blame @twistedangelsays for everything.
Reblogging for the “goes to bed at reasonable hours” crowd.
I literally cannot believe I let someone talk me into writing this. Whatever. It’s written. Another chapter is forthcoming. Blame @twistedangelsays for everything.
Anonymous asked: For the shipping meme: Les Mis Bonus Round: MCU
Just one second, buddy. *buries face in pillow and screams* SOMEONE DID THE THING NO ONE DOES THE THING. *emerges from pillow, straightens clothes* I’m good, I’m fine, let’s do this.
LES MIS (actually I have next to nothing on my Tumblr for this musical and I should have things because I have approximately all of the feelings)
lowkey otp I think Joly, Bousset, and Musichetta are pretty. Fucking. Cute. Okay? Okay. Also I kinda like Jean Valjean/Javert but…like…I have some concerns about those two. Valjean/Fantine is kinda cute, too.
highkey notp Okay, it’s not that I don’t love Marius in all his uselessness, but Eponine/Marius is a NO because my poor angry vicious street girl Deserves Better Than This Oblivious Fuck. (Also because I think he’s good for/with Cosette, but look, Eponine is my favorite hardcore-as-fuck character and I feel like she just…wanted so much for Marius to be the love of her life that she forgot to wonder if she actually wanted Marius and if she had considered that I think she would have come to a ‘no,’ yes? Also because she deserves someone whose response to their girlfriend going out to kick ass is “HEART EYES MOTHERFUCKER” and not slamming their head into a tree for two hours.)
[softly] don’t notp I just…any configuration of Combeferre/Enjolras or Courfeyrac/Enjolras or…ai, I think I found Combeferre/Grantaire once and I was just like. Listen honey. Look at your life. Also: do not ship Gavroche with people, he is a child, seek Jesus.
highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice I am THE MOST boring. I mean…like…I found Valjean/Fantine that one time like I said and that has the potential to be super cute but I don’t know if it’s strictly speaking ‘unpopular,’ yanno? Otherwise I got nothing.
highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it Okay, see previous re: not putting a lot of Les Mis on Ye Olde Blogge, but…ENJOLRAS/GRANTAIRE. THE IDEALIST REVOLUTIONARY GOD AND HIS CYNICAL DRUNKEN WORSHIPER. THAT’S MY DUMPSTER OF CHOICE AND I SHALL NOT BE MOVED. I just…let me put it this way, my roommate inflicted this movie on me and less than fifteen minutes after it was done I turned to her and went “Do you want to feel feelings?” She said no, obviously, and I ignored her, obviously, and I went “King and Lionheart, for Enjolras and Grantaire.” And there…there was some keening. And some violence. I am just a complete sucker for the ‘I would rather die at your side than live in a world without you’ dynamic, a COMPLETE sucker, like if you quiz me on ships, I will have a lot of those ships.
MCU (Marvel is never the bonus round, Marvel is the assumed-to-exist round)
lowkey otp Started out not a huge fan of Steve/Bucky, and I’ve kind of reconsidered, have now gotten to the point of ‘I’ll take literally any configuration of these two fucks.’ Darcy Lewis/Literally Almost Anyone, but especially Natasha Romanoff (it is my JAM and it is so RARE and it is FRUSTRATING). AND ALL OF THE CANON SHIPS. Like, okay, Tony/Pepper? CUTE. AS. SHIT. SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. Jane/Thor? LOOK AT THOSE FUCKING HEART-EYES. SHE’S SO TINY AND CUTE AND HE’S SO BIG AND ENRAPTURED. Sam Wilson/A Large Whiskey, because God know’s he’s earned it. Peggy/Steve (do not touch me I am not okay I will never be okay again) and also Peggy/Being Better Than Everyone. Matt Murdock/Making Better Choices (way to get a less flimsy suit, babe, proud of you). And (this isn’t a canon ship but it SHOULD BE) Bucky/Warm Blankets/Affection From Friends. I really want them to do Wanda/Vision. Bruce/Betty Ross (I would fight you for Betty Ross’ dignity and honor, but she would probably just hand me her lab coat and do it herself while I swooned, okay). OH BUT LEST I FORGET. I DO NOT SHIP ALL THE CANON SHIPS. WHICH LEADS US TO…
highkey notp BRUCE. AND. NATASHA. And like the thing is I can’t even sit here and be like “Oh, well, I ship this other thing and I just can’t give it up” because, while I DO ship another thing (Clintasha), I’ve been a-okay with ships being broken up from time to time. No no, all my problems are about execution and inherent issues with characters and the sudden disappearance of Betty Ross. I have a fucking THESIS, okay, and like ten single-spaced pages of it are “So you want to sell a relationship between a man who doesn’t trust professional liars and a woman who is a professional liar and furthermore who demonstrably struggled with the fact that she was actively afraid of the Hulk, and you’re not going to offer us ANY backstory, you’re just going to fucking drop this in our lap and expect us to take it and run with it.” Another, like, five pages are “HOW YOU DONE FUCKED UP WITH NATASHA CONSIDERING HERSELF A MONSTER” and there’s like THIRTY FIVE pages about “WHY is this ham-fisted relationship necessary for women to ‘connect with the movie’, and why did you have to structure it as Natasha existing solely to soothe all of Bruce’s issues and then there’s that scene at the end where she’s pining and that’s not at all consistent with her personality.” And there’s about ten more pages about how I feel like Bruce has had a disservice done to him (given that most of this is about how I feel like Nat had a disservice done to her) and an entire chapter titled “Why Did You Feel The Farm Thing Was Necessary If Clint Was Not Involved.” And the whole thing is titled “WHERE THE FUCK WAS BETTY ROSS” because if you’re so determined to put Bruce in a romantic relationship why not add another BAMF scientist to your crew. And honestly I’m not interested in getting anon hate for this, so if you ship it, hey, live your life, and please feel free to depart quietly, I’m not going to stop you or call you names, but I’d damn well appreciate the same courtesy.
[softly] don’t notp Steve/Tony…I just can’t. Like. Live your lives guys. I’m not gonna stop you. But I just can’t. Also Tony/Bruce. Same thing. Also Loki/Tony or Loki/Natasha (noooooooope). Wanda/Pietro. Peggy Carter/Jack Thompson.
highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice Is it redundant at this point to say Bruce/Betty? But in addition to that, I quite like Bruce/Darcy. Pepper/Tony seems weirdly unpopular for being so adorable. I mean…I’m pretty open about my ships.
highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it Clint and Natasha. Because their backstory is so interesting and they’re so in sync and they’re so desperate to save each other at the cost of all else. I tend to think that when she’s talking to Loki and he says “Your world hangs in the balance and you bargain for one man” there’s a part of her that’s like “…yeah, you’re damn right I do, what do I need to do to get him back” and she only backs down when she knows that Clint is coming to HER and she can get him back by force. Honestly fuck ‘enemies to lovers,’ give me ‘I literally almost killed you once to I’d literally burn the world to the ground for you.’ I also really like the dynamic of “Person A can play 12 different instruments, got into Harvard, and is organized, and Person B once ate 15 cold hot pockets at once, trips over the laces of their shoes, and claims they can fight 2000 bees” and I hardcore feel that for Clint/Nat. I have a gifset to that exact effect on the blog somewhere.
Anonymous asked: ExR "We are gods. Grantaire was only mortal man but he gave his life for us. For us dream. We are gods but I don't know what to do for him"
Hey anon, I really, really hope you don’t mind me playing a bit with your sentence, I’m sorry! I ask for one and then I transform it, I hope you like this anyway!
“We are gods!” Enjolras finally says, almost shouts, to his stone-faced friends. “Grantaire was only a mortal man, but he gave his life for us! For our dream! We are gods but I don’t know - I don’t know what to do for him now,” he finishes more quietly.
The silence is his only answer. He tries to muster some more anger in himself, but there’s no point in being angry at his friends, because he knows they’re mourning Grantaire as much as he is - maybe even more, he thinks guiltily as he catches sight of Joly’s pale face and the way Bossuet is firmly looking at the ground, holding Joly’s hand tightly.
For the first time in his life, a strange nagging feeling of emptiness is creeping into Enjolras’ chest, and he’s at lost at what to do about it. He’s on the verge of sitting next to Combeferre, seeking contact, when he hears a delicate cough.
He sees his friends tense and frown, and he looks behind him. His mother is standing there, tall and as gorgeous as always; she’s chosen to take the form that Enjolras remembers the most: golden skin and golden curls, full pinks lips and a heart-shaped face with sharp-cheekbones and big blue eyes. She’s chosen to look like him. She hasn’t done that in more than five years.
“Nobody appreciates hubris, my darling,” is her first words now. “None of you are gods, you are merely their sons.”
“Is this a lesson?” Enjolras asks, anger coming back in a moment. “Was this supposed to be a slap on the wrist, is that why you came to him with this ridiculous bargain?”
Aphrodite tilts her head on the side, thoughtful.
“He came to me,” she says after a second. “He was scared of Zeus’ wrath, of what would happen to you now that your plans had been revealed. He knew I could appease Zeus with the right incentive.”
“You could have asked for anything in return,” Enjolras says furiously. “Anything but his death!”
“I did,” Aphrodite says. “I asked him to give up his love for you.”
