Grantaire looking at Enjolras
It still amazes me someone assigned to an ensemble role in a movie full of Hollywood actors based on a musical that gives very little opportunity to the ensemblians was so heavily invested in giving a well informed portrayal of the character that in spite of how little screen time he got he worked in as much character building and subtext as he did like wow.
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Ah, yes, there is more. Filler chapter is filler. Next chapter will have the Angry Street Wife. And an option on Avatar State shenanigans.
Reblog even though it’s now, like, very much nighttime again. WHATEVER.
I’m always a deep lover of the trope that Enjolras is a great leader and political voice but has no clue how to handle his personal life at all
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“Here’s an even better idea,” said Grantaire. “How about I take on eight of your hellish host? For each one of you I outdrink, you release a name on my list back into the land of the living.”
“You have yourself a wager,” said the Devil. “Who will we be starting with? This– Enjolras?”
“Let’s save him for last,” said Grantaire. “I’ll get to him.”
Or: Grantaire survives the barricades and marches down into the underworld to bring all of Les Amis back to life. They are all in hell because they are Deist heathens, the lot of them.
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Ah, yes, there is more. Filler chapter is filler. Next chapter will have the Angry Street Wife. And an option on Avatar State shenanigans.
"Marius had fallen for her in a moments glance; but then, Marius could fall in love with a Toaster, if given sufficient encouragement."
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the Les Mis fanfic that I will never finish (via
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You could have told me that this was written by Victor Hugo himself and it’s so accurate I probably would have believed it despite the reference to an appliance a century before it was invented
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I have written TOO MUCH LES MIS in the last week.
Reblog for, I don’t know, time difference and shit.
