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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. ^_^

mamzellecombeferre:

This is such a lovely thought <333

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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.)

li-prouvaire:

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?

pilferingapples:

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). 

fysw:

“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.

😦

frostedflukes:

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

eirenical:

thecoffeetragedy:

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.  ^_______^

thecoffeetragedy:

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.  ^_______^

thecoffeetragedy:

somuchbetterthanthat:

I need someone to talk to me about Courfeyrac and Marius’s roommates hijinks because i’m currently avoiding responsibilities. Please? 

How does Marius deal with the fact Combeferre often comes to see Courfeyrac? Does Marius carefully join political conversations if like, Feuilly, or Enjolras, or Jehan, or Bossuet are there? Does Courfeyrac spend a lot of time reminding Bossuet and Joly that no, Marius has left no clue as to where he disappears sometimes and no, you can’t go through his stuff, come on guys? Do they sleep in the same bed in winter? Do they share when another friend comes knocking at Courfeyrac’s door at two am? Who cooks? Does Marius work on translations on sundays evenings while Courfeyrac reads and they’re both muttering, one in German because that text is so illogical, one in French because that text is SO WRONG? Is Marius an expert in handling Courfeyrac’s angry fits? Is Courfeyrac fluent in Marius’s talk and behaviour? Does Marius bring Courfeyrac to the theater when he’s happy because that’s what Courfeyrac often does with him when he’s happy? Do they cuddle???? ((do they kISS))

What are your opinions, people?

Imagine them picking up each other’s body language and expressions!

The other amis often leaving messages for Courfeyrac with Marius, but Marius has a hard time with names, no matter how often Courfeyrac introduces them, so Marius describes them in often silly ways – “The tall dark one with the most horrible hand writing, the one who looks like a school master.” “That’s Combeferre, Marius, you know him.” “Yeah, that’s what I was saying, the school master. He dropped this bunch of papers for you. I didn’t look, but I think it’s your arithmetic assignment.”  

Courfeyrac starts making twice as much coffee at home, every time, because chaces are Marius is sitting in a corner working on his translations.

they definitely cuddle and kiss

Oh my GOSH, yes.  I am so here for talk of Marius and Courfeyrac as
roommates (AND PERHAPS MORE…??  ^______^) and how baffled Marius is by
this ginormous circle of friends that Courfeyrac has.  Because he’s had
what?  A sum total of three people, maybe four, in his life before he
meets Courfeyrac?  And then in sweeps Courfeyrac and Bossuet with ALL
THESE OTHER PEOPLE ATTACHED and it’s no wonder Marius can’t keep them
all straight!  But Courfeyrac is the first real friend he’s ever had and
has done so much for him that Marius just absolutely most of all does
NOT want to let him down, even in this small way, even if he’s borderline terrified of all those people (and certain of them in particular! O_o;;;).

And
Courfeyrac, who people are drawn to like they would be to a fire in the
dead of winter, and has thus always been surrounded by friends and
acquaintances, just doesn’t get that.  He doesn’t understand that people
can be so confusing and so intimidating and why someone might not want
to hang out ten other people at the same time for fear of getting
overwhelmed.  But he sees that that it’s true for Marius, even if he
doesn’t understand why.  And Marius has come to mean so much to him in
so short a time (because, let’s face it, when Courfeyrac gives his heart
to something or someone, he does it COMPLETELY–there are no half-assed
commitments coming from Courfeyrac), and, above all, he wants Marius to
be happy and to feel safe and loved.  So, even though it’s by far the
standard for Les Amis to pile in to Courfeyrac’s rooms in threes and
fours (or as many can reasonably fit), Courfeyrac does his best to
curtail it a little, to make sure that there are some times of the day,
or even some whole days, that it’s just he and Marius, to make sure that
their rooms are a safe space that Marius can come back to when he needs
one.

And Marius understands better than most of Courfeyrac’s
friends what it’s like when your emotions spiral out of your control.  
He understands what it’s like when the feeling is just so damned BIG
that there’s no room for anything else.  There’s no calming it down,
there’s no rationalizing it away, there’s just FEELING.  The only
difference being that for Marius, the emotion that most often runs out
of his control is fear, while for Courfeyrac it’s anger.  Still, Marius
GETS IT.  So when Courfeyrac gets inflamed about whatever injustice has
caught his attention, Marius just rolls with it, lets himself be used to
bounce that anger off of without adding fuel to it, just a reflection
of solidarity until the edge has worn off and Courfeyrac can calm down.
And Courfeyrac has never had that before.

Just… give me ALL THE
STORIES about how Marius and Courfeyrac are such absolute polar
opposites and how they use that to support each other and take care of
each other.  PLEASE.  *_*

1, 3, 6, 15 for Courfeyrac for the headcanon meme. ^_^

thecoffeetragedy:

1. Holiday headcanon

His favourite holiday is Christmas, hands down. Not for the traditions – he doesn’t even have a tradition – but because it’s an excuse to spoil his friends and hang out with them and make them happy, to share the things that make him and them happy, and he loves the warmth of the season.

3. Sleeping headcanon

Courfeyrac sleeps like a kitten. He’s so cute it’s almost unbearable. He snores just a little, it’s not even annoying, it’s just cute. He curls up in a ball and looks as if he’s smiling – which he probably is, oh my god. Oh my god. No. You can’t see Courfeyrac sleeping and not go ‘aw, bb’. It’s impossible.

He goes to sleep pretty early, and he’s super cranky and moody when he hasn’t had a full night’s sleep, so he tries to avoid that. He’s a morning person, too, and it’s just as well because his favourite meal of the day is breakfast. If you’re sleeping over at Courfeyrac’s on the weekend, you can be sure he’ll make you the brightest, tastiest, greatest breakfast you’ll ever have.

6. Hugging headcanon

Courfeyrac communicates a lot with his body, and it includes hugging. The kind of friend who hugs his hellos and goodbyes. When he’s worried or insecure, like after fighting with a friend or when something bad’s happened, he won’t feel better until he’s gotten to hug the person.

15Singing headcanon

He’s a good singer! His family was always quite musically involved. He’s never taken singing lessons, but theater yes, so he has a good control over his voice. He plays the guitar, too, and loves to sing wile playing. What he doesn’t have in pure singing talent he makes up for it in enthusiasm and love for the song. 

OMG, YES. I love each and every one of these!  😀  And I feel that hugging headcanon SO MUCH because that is so me it’s ridiculous.

In fact, I’ll take it one further.  I bet that sometimes–when all his friends are busy with finals or when they go home/away for vacations and just don’t see each other for a while–he starts to feel touch-starved.  Because he needs that physical contact for reassurance.  And when he doesn’t get it, he gets very, very sad.  He wouldn’t say anything about it, though.  Because the last thing he wants is to be a bother to anyone.  But it slowly starts to wear him down until someone finally notices that he’s a little off and innocently wraps an arm around his shoulders to give him a one-armed hug or a pat or something innocuous like that.  (For some reason I feel like it would be Marius or Feuilly or maybe even Bahorel?)  And Courfeyrac just becomes an octopus, diving right into that hug full force and not letting go for way longer than a normal hug would last.  And maybe it’s a little awkward at first, because WOW, NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING WHEN I OFFERED THIS ITTY BITTY HUG??  But whoever initiated it usually picks up on the fact that Courfeyrac needs that hug, for whatever reason and settles in to give back as good as they’re getting and yes, that’s why we’ve been standing here blocking the doorway for the past ten minutes, what’s your point?

^_^