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reblogged your photoset “Les Mis Modern Aesthetic,…”

❤ ❤ somehow it gave me the mental image/headcanon of jehan as a busker – playing the harp or lyre or something like that – around sunset near the river, sitting on a little rug and smiling to everyone that passes by ahhh

OMGGGGG.  YES.  YES, I COULD TOTALLY SEE THAT.  I’d actually been looking for a picture of a wooden flute to put in there (because he canonically plays the flute), but I couldn’t find one I liked.  But YES, I love this idea so much.  And he’d take requests, I’m sure, from everyone who comes down to hang out by the river, be they couples or families or groups of friends.  And his taste in music is as eclectic as his wardrobe, so no one’s been been able to stump him with a request yet.  Whether it’s the Reading Rainbow theme song, Jupiter from The Planets, Seasons of Love from Rent, or something from Led Zeppelin (and you haven’t lived until you’ve heard him play Stairway to Heaven on the harp), he seems to know every song there is to know and he takes great pride in being able to pleasantly surprise people by knowing their favorite song.

People do research trying to stump him.  They bet him that he won’t know the song they’re asking for and he makes a pretty penny on the side from the action – though he’s as likely to bet you a flower crown as he is real money, especially if you’re a kid.  To this day, only one person has been able to stump him with a request and it was a three year old girl asking for the theme song to Dora the Explorer and he felt so awful that he didn’t know it that he ended up frantically calling around to his friends to ask if anyone could find him sheet music.

Feuilly went him one better.  He showed up with his guitar and played it himself.  The little girl was delighted and now once every few weeks, Feuilly joins him at the river and they play duets.  ^_^

OK, so this song prompted this–Feuilly and Enjolras sitting on a blanket on the beach, leaning into each other and watching the waves as the sun sets. They’re just quietly enjoying each others’ company–no stress, no pressing deadlines, no work, no causes, no NOTHING. Just a calm, slowly deepening blue sky, lit with soft yellows and oranges, gently crashing waves, and each other. And as the sun sets and the air cools, they just lean closer together, sharing warmth, and soft, happy smiles. ^_^


This is such a lovely thought <333


The trip had been a spontaneous thing. Enjolras had been working on yet another paper, the third one that week for a class he would have passed last semester except he got distracted and didn’t turn in the final paper to his intense embarrassment. It wouldn’t happen again, at least that’s what he had told himself when he started the class, but here he was sitting in a stack of sources six inches thick when Feuilly entered the apartment in an uncharacteristic flurry of movement.

“Lets go.” He said, plopping a full duffel bag onto the adjacent chair.

“…huh?” Enjolras asked in an equally uncharacteristic display of confusion brought on by a headache that not even the large coffee he’d been nursing could fix.

“I have three days off and I can’t be here in the city right now. I’ll go by myself, but I’d like it if you come with me.” Feuilly gestured to the stacks of paper on the table. “It looks like you could do with a break too.”

Enjolras nodded, closed the laptop, shoved the papers in his bag in no particular order, drained the last of the coffee, and began packing.

It was already three when they set off.

It was nearly seven when they arrived, the ocean lapping up at the shore. They left their bags and shoes in the car, and ran down to the beach with a whoop of joy. Both were sure they had never seen the other smile so wide, so freely. When they had their fill, they sat just out of the reach of the waves. The sky and ocean merging into one at the horizon line, a bursting display of blues and yellows and pinks so beautiful they could have been a painting.

Contentment, that’s what this was, and in his moment they were so incredibly happy.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah~~~~~~~~~~~~!!  😀  YES.  Just… YES.  ^______^  I love this whole image and them and just YES.  ^____^  I’m glad you enjoyed it, too!  ^_^

(Also, for anyone curious, this was the song that Zelle posted that I was talking about.)


I know in the fandom we like to play around with combeferre’s moth thing, but have we forgotten he drew it? From memory?? Combeferre is an artistic nerd and I’m here for it.

If Grantaire were a fiction writer, what would he write about?


OKAY I’ve been thinking about this for hours and 

I don’t think he’d at all be up to novels. That kind of stick-to-it longhaul commitment is …really not his strength. 

I also don’t think he’d go for political commentary; see Not His Strength. 

I think, realistically..Grantaire’s writing Urban Fantasy romance short stories. Possibly even illustrating them. or making comics. They’re kinda super dirty and also super sincere under a thin veneer of attempted cynicism.

(This goes DOUBLE in canon era, where he’s totally out there selling painfully heartfelt short stories about strangers meeting at a masquerade ball only one of them turns out to be Spirit of Something and Vanishes At Dawn, having been Too Pure For This Earth. )

He uses a pseudonym and even Bossuet doesn’t know he’s writing these things (and Prouvaire, who does, would never betray a fellow writer’s need for privacy). 


“I felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out interror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.”



Because no matter how often I’ve seen the prequels, no matter how much I’ve thought about what it must have been like for Obi-Wan to be one of the few surviving Jedi, I never thought about THIS.  The reality that Obi-wan spent twenty years exiled in the desert, living out the consequences of feeling so many of his brethren die, waiting, hoping, for a chance to make those deaths mean something.  And then the moment he steps foot off of Tatooine to make that attempt, he’s faced with an even larger mass murder, once again happening right in front of him, taking away people he cares about.

I can’t even fully comprehend how horrible that must have felt.



important otp question: who’s the one that points and stares at cool things when they’re hanging out together and who’s the one that stares fondly at their significant other while they’re distracted



imagine Feuilly as a history teacher, though. Teaching kids or teenagers or – anyone about important things! Being literally paid to go on and on about the things he loves to talk about! He’d be so passionate he’d probably lose his voice once every semester from talking so much but he would be so happy, ahhhh

OK, I had tucked this reblog off to the side because I have SO MANY FEELS about Les Amis as teachers and I wanted to come up with a dozen things to say, but I keep not having time to add anything when mainly I just want to say YESSSSSS.

But just… omg, really just imagine Feuilly getting to spend his life reading and researching about all the people and places of the world.  Like, that is literally his job.  To know people.  To know places.  To know their stories.  And can you imagine how much he’d chafe at the white bread sanitized history curriculum taught in so many schools?  Because there are SO MANY GREAT PEOPLE OUT THERE and so much more to know than the last 200-300 years of European and American history.

But even more than that, history is one of those great subjects for teaching young people how to think, how to research the facts, and form their own opinions from what they find.  He’d take them on field trips to the National Archives.  He’d introduce them to primary sources.  Can you even imagine how proud he’d be the first time a student was willing to disagree with him AND WAS ABLE TO BACK IT UP??  He’d have so much fun.  ^_^

I just… I have a lot of feels about this idea and I can’t thank you enough for bringing it to my attention.  ^_______^