Part the second, in which Eponine never learned to take no for an answer, and Grantaire is very put-upon.
Obligatory day two reblog.
- Grantaire: *delivers 1,308 words of classical, historical, and art references, all neatly wrapped up with pertinent quotes and liberally sprinkled with clever if sometimes unfortunate puns*
- Grantaire: It is a shame that I am ignorant, otherwise I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing.
Part the second, in which Eponine never learned to take no for an answer, and Grantaire is very put-upon.
lathori asked: ExR. Labyrinth AU. Go. (You know you want to)
Babe, you GET me. I assume you mean “that time where modern AU Enjolras made the most ridiculous wish ever and subsequently made Grantaire’s life miserable,” of course.
- Here’s the
thing. Enjolras doesn’t believe in what
he can’t see and touch and handle with his own two hands. The ideal
of freedom is only something he believes in because he can see it on the
smaller scale, but he’s not religious or spiritual or what have you because it
just doesn’t even occur to him.
- So when Marius tells
him to be careful what he wishes for, all wide eyes and earnest voice, because Marius’
mother used to tell him warning stories about the Goblin King, Enjolras laughs
at him. He’s particularly unkind about
it because Marius interrupted a meeting where they were actually getting things done for once with this nonsense, and
because it’s the twenty-first century and they’re past fairy stories. Marius is offended, and insists that he knows those stories are true.
- “Is that so,” Enjolras says flatly, and Marius nods emphatically. “Fine, we can test that. I wish–”
- “Enjolras, don’t,” Marius yelps.
- “—that the Goblin King would come and take all of France away, right now.”
If “Do You Hear The People Sing” doesn’t fill you with righteous revolutionary fervor, then I don’t know what you’re doing wrong.
But you’re definitely doing SOMETHING wrong.
(Source: dreamlordmorpheus, via enjolrarses)
I was thinking today about Les Amis getting really legitimately excited when they hit a crossroads in their discussion/planning and Combeferre pulls out the legal pad and pushes his glasses up his nose and announces it’s time for the Pro’s and Con’s list.
(via enjolrarses)
hey Les Mis fandom I just feel like y’all should know that as their run comes to an end the current West End Enjolras has taken to kissing his Grantaire’s hand before he runs off up the barricade for the final time and I cannot think of a more perfect, awful, wonderful gesture and I want everyone to know about this (and this perfect, lovely one hundred percent deliberate e/R dynamic)
(via just-french-me-up)
guys, you know how in the brick grantaire falls at enjolras’s feet?
grantaire is standing next to him; they’re facing the guns, though enjolras, at the moment the report resounds, has his face turned to grantaire and is smiling.
grantaire would have to fall across and in front of enjolras to be ‘at his feet.’
when someone is shot, they either go straight down, fall straight forwards, or straight to the side. enjolras himself is pinned to the wall, after all.
guys
guys
i think grantaire may have made one last desperate effort to save enjolras’s life, even subconsciously, by falling across him instead, trying to block the bullets.
i think that might be what hugo was going for.
shit tits fuck my life with a chainsaw.
(Source: bigenderalexsummers, via enjolrarses)
I should have done work today.
Instead I wrote about the Angry Wild Street Wife.
Reblog because time difference.
I should have done work today.
Instead I wrote about the Angry Wild Street Wife.
