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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. ^_^
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 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.”
OH GOSH. OH NO. NOOOOOOO.
I COULD HAVE LIVED MY ENTIRE LIFE AND HAPPILY NEVER MADE THIS CONNECTION.
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.