I've always hc R as Jewish so that makes this 1000 times sadder & 100 times sweeter
Some angst specifically for @definitelygrantaire (you know why!)
Les Amis organize a blockade against a Neo Nazi march, protesters clash with the extremists and fighting breaks out. Couple of the Nazis try to target Enjolras, R intervenes but it all goes badly wrong when someone throws a smoke bomb into the middle of the crowd and armored police goes in…
(R might or might not be getting beaten up, but Enj is always on thin ice with the police, so Bossuet is trying to drag him tf out while Bahorel, Jehan, and Eponine rush to help Grantaire)
enough w/ everyone saying loki x sylvie is selfcest it’s literally masturbation
JeSsIcA gRaYsON dId YoU sLEeP WiTh Mr.WilSoN
going back to the last post. gerard's playlist which he played as a dj
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Peek A Boo
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
The Dresden Dolls - Girl Anachronism
Depeche Mode - Shake The Disease
Head Automatica - Beating Heart Baby
Pixies - Velouria
The Hives - Abra Cadaver
Morrissey - Last Of The Famous International
Playboys
The Cure - Why Can't I Be You?
Gwen Stefani - What You Waiting For
New Order - Temptation
David Bowie - Modern Love
Elvis Costello - (What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love And Understanding
The Clash - Spanish Bombs
Cursive - Art Is Hard
The Stooges - Search And Destroy
Echo And The Bunnymen - The Killing Moon
Violent Femmes - Add It Up
Christina Aguilera - Dirrty
Bauhaus - Ziggy Stardust
serotonin
Enjolras: "is visibly sad*
Combeferre: what's wrong?
Enjolras: Grantaire said, "Hey Enjolras," to me, at the start of the meeting.
Combeferre: . . .
Combeferre: that's your name.
Enjolras: My name is Apollo!!
the fact that my friends would 110% do this 2 me XD
18?
“That’s not what I meant!”
“I can’t believe this.” Grantaire slumped back in his chair, his hand over his heart as if he’d just been stabbed. “My own best friends are calling my art bad.”
Joly rolled their eyes, not amused in the slightest by Grantaire’s theatrics. “Grantaire, all I said was that a poster depicting the President as a rotten tomato probably wouldn’t be an effective persuasive tool.”
Grantaire ignored his friend, continuing to wax poetic about the bitter sting of betrayal. “You know, you might as well just drive a stake right through my heart.”
“Dude.” Bossuet‘s voice was deadpan as he spoke. “How high are you right now?”
“I’m not high.” Grantaire protested, causing both Joly and Bossuet to raise an eyebrow. Seeing this, Grantaire repeated himself. “I’m not.”
Joly and Bossuet gave each other a look of exasperation. If there was anything they’d learned from their time in college, it was this: whenever someone repeatedly insists in a defensive tone of voice that they’re not high, there’s a 99 percent chance that person is higher than a fucking kite.
“Just saying, dude.” Bossuet held his hands up in a gesture that was almost reminiscent of surrender. “Last time you got high, you went on a forty-five minute rant on how you hated Italy because it was a dumb shape.”
“It is a dumb shape!” Grantaire protested. “It looks like a fucking boot! I mean, who authorized that shit?”
With a sigh, Joly turned back to Grantaire, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Say antiestablishmentarianism and walk in a straight line.”
Grantaire opened his mouth as if to respond, but closed it when he realized that anything he said or did was probably not going to convince Joly and Bossuet of his sobriety. “I don’t like this game.”
*distressed Combeferre noises in the background*
something i've been thinking about a lot lately
if i don’t get a ted lord x reader fic rn i will tweak out
me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines
Ok so as you all probably know by now I am in love with the Jewish Grantaire hc. I would like to state the fact that a good portion of people who have played Grantaire on Broadway/tours/etc. are Jewish, including George Blagden (the guy who plays Grantaire in the movie).
The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried