thecoffeetragedy:

like I’m not a fan of ‘handsome with big beautiful blue eyes’ for Grantaire because it goes way too much into the uncomfortable ‘blue eyes are a Desirable Trait that makes one automatically more attractive than if they had brown eyes’ trend that’s literally everywhere, but, honestly, if I had to…

Elijah Wood. Especially older and scruffier?

still a bit too young-looking (also handsome), but let’s talk about this again in a few years.

sit-down-hamilton:

littlecofiegirl:

lumpnuggets:

if i ever get a DUI, i’d like it to go like this 

do yourself a favor and watch this. seriously. but plz don’t drink and drive.

nature is amazing

library discoveries: the e/R outtakes edition

pilferingapples:

prouvairings:

so we all know there’s a bunch of stuff from hugo’s papers and notebooks that never made it into the novel, yes? here are a lot of them (look at them if you haven’t! it’s an adventure) but i’ve made it my mission in life to find more and today at the library i came across this book and in it, there were more. and guys. guys. one of them is my absolute favourite piece of e/R dialogue that never was. please have a look at this:

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GRANTAIRE, smoking his pipe and tipsy
People think me situated at the height of philosophy. They are wrong. I am a pig. 
– That’s true, said Enjolras. 

just picture this exchange. grantaire, smoking a pipe, saying mean stuff about himself, as he does. enjolras, listening, calmly nodding, “yeah….tru….you’re saying it like it is.” combeferre really has some competition in the whole “completely destroy ur opponent using two words or less” department, and grantaire arguably has unlocked a whole new level of putting his own intellect down for fun

(seriously, though, it’s interesting that he wrote this bit in 1861 – so shortly before publication – because around that time, he also made a work note that said “increase enjolras’ harshness toward grantaire. near contempt” so this might have been an idea of how to do that, but he ended up not using it? you can always argue about how intentional the whole e/R dynamic is, but there was a lot of thought put into its details, because that’s the hugo way)

Ooh, I’ve seen this exchange before but without the work note! It’s interesting that he didn’t use it, then! I’ve often thought that the way Enjolras is actually shown treating Grantaire doesn’t really line up with Hugo’s description– except at the barricades, Enjolras never seems to be much besides “reasonably annoyed” about him. 

…I gotta say though, that in combination with what we see of Grantaire’s other exchanges, this bit of dialogue does actually read as more  familiar and friendly than what we’re given in the book. Grantaire does a lot of Play Insulting and boundary-testing with his friends–including Enjolras– in-book, and is sarcastic and insulting about the whole world in general a lot. This seems to be on that level– which I know is not a comfortable way of expressing closeness for everyone, but we’ve got lots of evidence that it is *for Grantaire*–which to me makes it seem that Enjolras, who’s otherwise pretty serious and direct, is to some extent meeting him halfway on that .  I mean, I could see this being part of a series of bantering dialogue between R and Courfeyrac or Bossuet, no problem. (Grantaire of course has much more complicated feelings about Enjolras, but it’s hardly Enjolras’ job to know that when Grantaire himself doesn’t.)  

Anyway, it is a great little bit of dialogue! Thank you for bringing it back! 

I have two, because I couldn’t decide: Joly and Bossuet cuddling in a blanket fort AND/OR Grantaire and Jehan, one character playing with the other’s hair.

pilferingapples:

“…Prouvaire when did you get these flowers” 

“When Titania’s wine was still on the blooms” 

“Well she sent a maid to clean up the wine, then.”

I promise I will draw more Bini cuddles I PROMISE , but in the meantime have Grantaire being perplexed by Prouvaire’s hairstyle choices. 

hellooo you’re taking prompts!! that is very good of you!! :D if you’re in the mood, can i request some Joly/Musichetta/Bossuet (platonic or otherwise, R-involving or otherwise) set in spaaace? or with awkward parental meetings? or (somehow, miraculously) both? :)

theladyragnell:

(I also had a prompt from @mayleavestars for JMBR coffee shop in space, so clearly I had to do space, coffee shop, and meeting the parents all at once!)

Joly looks up in alarm when Bossuet
skids into the shop during an afternoon lull, his momentum finally
stopped by the counter when he runs into it and promptly bangs his
personal communicator down on it. “I am ruining our weekend plans,”
says Bossuet.

“Did you forget an appointment
again?” Grantaire calls from the kitchen, where he’s making a batch
of his moon-famous muffins. “I keep telling you, we really need to
start a calendar for all of us so when we get Bahorel and Jehan to
cover for a day or two we can make the most of it.”

“I got a message from my parents,”
says Bossuet, eyes wide, and Joly freezes, because Bossuet adores his
parents, so it must be bad news. Musichetta, who has been ignoring
them with enviable serenity from where she’s planning out the week’s
menu, looks up, so it must be serious. “They bought tickets here
without telling me and they’re arriving this afternoon. On the next
shuttle. Mom sent the message from Earthport so I wouldn’t have time
to prepare myself.”

That is … not disastrous. But it is
definitely very nerve-wracking. Joly takes a deep breath and can
almost feel Musichetta and Grantaire taking one in tandem. He
recovers from his deep breath first. “Um, can I ask why?”

“She said something about bringing
the earth to the moon colony if the moon colony won’t come to earth,
but really it’s to meet you two. Well, three, I keep telling them you
aren’t technically our boyfriend, R, but you’re my roommate, so they
insist.”

Keep reading

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whatsshecalled:

gaymilesedgeworth:

benchowmein:

George Blagden’s missing verse, with musical accompaniment.

wHAT THE FUCKIGN SHIT I THOUGH T THIS WAS GONNA BE A RICK ROLL