Bahorel and Prouvaire for the ship meme?:D (canon era?)

pilferingapples:

eirenical:

Canon era, huh?  Oh gosh.  I never feel quite smart enough to talk about them in canon era, because I feel like there are so many Romantic things that I don’t know about?  BUT I WILL GIVE IT A GO.  ^_^

• How do much do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?
• What non sexual activities do they like to do together?

I imagine they see a lot of theatre.  And visit all the best salons in Paris – not necessarily the most fashionable, but the ones with the best wine, the best company, and the crowd most likely to explode into poetry or revolutionary fervor (and depending on the mind-altering substance of the night, that could really go either way).

• Who does chores around the house?

Bahorel.  Prouvaire has a bit of trouble pulling his head out of the ether and into practical pursuits.  ^_^

• Who’s the better cook?

…neither.  Fortunately, Bahorel knows all the best places to go in Paris including all the best places to get yourself fed without risking poisoning yourself or burning your rooms down.  (…don’t ask.  Really.  The curtains haven’t smelled the same since.  O_o;;;)

• Who’s the funniest drunk?

Probably Prouvaire, but not because he’s actually funny.  Prouvaire normally is a bit maudlin and leans heavily towards the Romantic, but Prouvaire drunk is… maudlin about the most innocuous things; things that are decidedly UN-Romantic.  For example, he’ll wax poetic for hours about dandelion fluff and how it resembles a kitten’s tail, and treat the topic with the seriousness devoted to talk of death.  Bahorel finds it adorable and refuses to let anyone tease him for it.

• Do they have kids?

Well… if we’re in CANON…  TT^TT

BUT LET’S SAY THAT THING THAT HAPPENS AT THE END DOESN’T HAPPEN AND THEY BOTH LIVE TO 120.

Then, YES.  They absolutely have kids.  And grandkids.  And great-grandkids.  They adopt so many orphans and Bahorel, especially, never seems to have fewer than two hanging off him at any given time.  Their home is warm and cozy and filled with light and laughter… and skulls.  And other very bizarre things that it’s really best not to ask Papa Prouvaire about.  Ever.  …because he WILL answer you.  And you probably don’t want to know.  O_o;;;

• Do they have any traditions?

Prouvaire’s birthday celebration is always held in a graveyard.  He once idly commented that he feels closest to life when among the dead and Bahorel brought him there for a picnic on his birthday one year and the tradition stuck.

• What do they fight about?

Mostly inconsequential things, like what color curtains to purchase and what to eat for dinner.  When it comes to the big things they tend to be pretty well in sync.  But they both have hot tempers and will explode at a moment’s notice when it’s called for – though Prouvaire has a much longer fuse and it takes longer to set him off.  They both cool off as quickly as they explode, though, so they’ve usually cleared the air within an hour of whatever started the fight to begin with.

• What would they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)

Oh gosh.  Assuming such a thing were possible in 19th century France, they would have a BLAST.  They’d make a secret ship blog and contribute SO MANY HEADCANONS AND SO MUCH FIC AND PHOTOSETS AND EVERYTHING THEY COULD.  They’d think it was hilarious.  XD

• Who cried at the end of Marley and me?

Oh, really.  Like that’s even a question?  Both of them.

• Who always wins at Mario kart?

Generally speaking, Bahorel, because Prouvaire just isn’t that competitive normally? But every now and then, Prouvaire gets this light in his eye and it is ON.  And when that happens?  Pfft.  Bahorel doesn’t stand a chance!  ;D

• One thing I like about this ship?

I like how on the surface they’re polar opposites, but at the core they have so much in common.  I love how those opposites make them such a good and supportive pairing.  I think they’d take very good care of each other and deal really well with each other’s eccentricities.  ^_^

• One thing I don’t like about the ship?

…that they’re both dead??  ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, BECAUSE LIKE I SAID, WE’RE IGNORING THE THING THAT HAPPENS ON JUNE 5, 1832.  I CAN’T HEAR YOU, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.

• The song I would say fits them?

…oh I’m terrible at those kinds of questions.  I honestly have no idea.  O_o;;;

• Another headcanon about the paring? (Free space)

Since I still have that whole prompt of headcanon to write for you, I’m going to wait on this one (also I have to run if I’m going to make it to yoga on time.)  So, to be continued…?  ^_^

…You say you haven’t read enough about Romantics, but  the idea of them spamming their own tag,often with wildly contradictory headcanons, is absolutely the French Romantics ~~Experience. That is EXACTLY what they would do. I am facepalming at how much it’s what they would do. GAD.  

*laughs*  IT JUST SEEMED SO THEM.  I’m glad I wasn’t off the mark!  ;D

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Bahorel and Prouvaire for the ship meme?:D (canon era?)

Canon era, huh?  Oh gosh.  I never feel quite smart enough to talk about them in canon era, because I feel like there are so many Romantic things that I don’t know about?  BUT I WILL GIVE IT A GO.  ^_^

• How do much do I ship it?: Never heard of it/ Notp / Dislike / used to ship / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / IS IT CANON YET?
• What non sexual activities do they like to do together?

I imagine they see a lot of theatre.  And visit all the best salons in Paris – not necessarily the most fashionable, but the ones with the best wine, the best company, and the crowd most likely to explode into poetry or revolutionary fervor (and depending on the mind-altering substance of the night, that could really go either way).

• Who does chores around the house?

Bahorel.  Prouvaire has a bit of trouble pulling his head out of the ether and into practical pursuits.  ^_^

• Who’s the better cook?

…neither.  Fortunately, Bahorel knows all the best places to go in Paris including all the best places to get yourself fed without risking poisoning yourself or burning your rooms down.  (…don’t ask.  Really.  The curtains haven’t smelled the same since.  O_o;;;)

• Who’s the funniest drunk?

Probably Prouvaire, but not because he’s actually funny.  Prouvaire normally is a bit maudlin and leans heavily towards the Romantic, but Prouvaire drunk is… maudlin about the most innocuous things; things that are decidedly UN-Romantic.  For example, he’ll wax poetic for hours about dandelion fluff and how it resembles a kitten’s tail, and treat the topic with the seriousness devoted to talk of death.  Bahorel finds it adorable and refuses to let anyone tease him for it.

• Do they have kids?

Well… if we’re in CANON…  TT^TT

BUT LET’S SAY THAT THING THAT HAPPENS AT THE END DOESN’T HAPPEN AND THEY BOTH LIVE TO 120.

Then, YES.  They absolutely have kids.  And grandkids.  And great-grandkids.  They adopt so many orphans and Bahorel, especially, never seems to have fewer than two hanging off him at any given time.  Their home is warm and cozy and filled with light and laughter… and skulls.  And other very bizarre things that it’s really best not to ask Papa Prouvaire about.  Ever.  …because he WILL answer you.  And you probably don’t want to know.  O_o;;;

• Do they have any traditions?

Prouvaire’s birthday celebration is always held in a graveyard.  He once idly commented that he feels closest to life when among the dead and Bahorel brought him there for a picnic on his birthday one year and the tradition stuck.

• What do they fight about?

Mostly inconsequential things, like what color curtains to purchase and what to eat for dinner.  When it comes to the big things they tend to be pretty well in sync.  But they both have hot tempers and will explode at a moment’s notice when it’s called for – though Prouvaire has a much longer fuse and it takes longer to set him off.  They both cool off as quickly as they explode, though, so they’ve usually cleared the air within an hour of whatever started the fight to begin with.

• What would they do if they found their paring tag on tumblr? (If they have one)

Oh gosh.  Assuming such a thing were possible in 19th century France, they would have a BLAST.  They’d make a secret ship blog and contribute SO MANY HEADCANONS AND SO MUCH FIC AND PHOTOSETS AND EVERYTHING THEY COULD.  They’d think it was hilarious.  XD

• Who cried at the end of Marley and me?

Oh, really.  Like that’s even a question?  Both of them.

• Who always wins at Mario kart?

Generally speaking, Bahorel, because Prouvaire just isn’t that competitive normally? But every now and then, Prouvaire gets this light in his eye and it is ON.  And when that happens?  Pfft.  Bahorel doesn’t stand a chance!  ;D

• One thing I like about this ship?

I like how on the surface they’re polar opposites, but at the core they have so much in common.  I love how those opposites make them such a good and supportive pairing.  I think they’d take very good care of each other and deal really well with each other’s eccentricities.  ^_^

• One thing I don’t like about the ship?

…that they’re both dead??  ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, BECAUSE LIKE I SAID, WE’RE IGNORING THE THING THAT HAPPENS ON JUNE 5, 1832.  I CAN’T HEAR YOU, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.

• The song I would say fits them?

…oh I’m terrible at those kinds of questions.  I honestly have no idea.  O_o;;;

• Another headcanon about the paring? (Free space)

Since I still have that whole prompt of headcanon to write for you, I’m going to wait on this one (also I have to run if I’m going to make it to yoga on time.)  So, to be continued…?  ^_^

Enjolras and Feuilly <3

eirenical:

Send me ships

Yessssssssssss.  ^____________^  OK, so we’ve discussed this many times before but Enjolras/Feuilly is definitely a ‘10′ ship for me (maybe an ‘11′ by now?  XD).  ^_^  They’re just too adorable because they respect and admire each other SO MUCH and can you imagine how good they’d be for each other?  I mean, they both suck at self-care because they get too wrapped up in their causes, but they’d be SO GOOD at taking care of each other.  *_*

But it took them a long time to get there.

They have such a slow courtship.  Seriously.  SO. SLOW.

When they first met, Feuilly was very closed off emotionally.  He was passionate, sure, but he didn’t open up about himself much.  He was quick to take up a cause, but slow to let anyone else in.  He’d lost too much in his life and he’d been hurt too often and it had turned him shy of making new friendships.  And he’d been so focused on getting out and doing better for himself that romance just never seemed to be in the cards.

Enjolras, OTOH, was an open book… he’d just never really thought about dating much. 
There were always other things
which took precedence – school, friends, injustice.  Who had time for
romance, right? 

If pressed he’d have
said that he was asexual and aromantic, since a history of a lack of interest must mean something, right?

But when he meets Feuilly, they just *click*.

Pfft.  No, they don’t.

(More behind the cut because this is getting long and turning into a mini-fic, good grief. O_o;;;)

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Enjolras and Feuilly <3

Send me ships

Yessssssssssss.  ^____________^  OK, so we’ve discussed this many times before but Enjolras/Feuilly is definitely a ‘10′ ship for me (maybe an ‘11′ by now?  XD).  ^_^  They’re just too adorable because they respect and admire each other SO MUCH and can you imagine how good they’d be for each other?  I mean, they both suck at self-care because they get too wrapped up in their causes, but they’d be SO GOOD at taking care of each other.  *_*

But it took them a long time to get there.

They have such a slow courtship.  Seriously.  SO. SLOW.

When they first met, Feuilly was very closed off emotionally.  He was passionate, sure, but he didn’t open up about himself much.  He was quick to take up a cause, but slow to let anyone else in.  He’d lost too much in his life and he’d been hurt too often and it had turned him shy of making new friendships.  And he’d been so focused on getting out and doing better for himself that romance just never seemed to be in the cards.

Enjolras, OTOH, was an open book… he’d just never really thought about dating much. 
There were always other things
which took precedence – school, friends, injustice.  Who had time for
romance, right? 

If pressed he’d have
said that he was asexual and aromantic, since a history of a lack of interest must mean something, right?

But when he meets Feuilly, they just *click*.

Pfft.  No, they don’t.

(More behind the cut because this is getting long and turning into a mini-fic, good grief. O_o;;;)

When Enjolras and Feuilly first meet, they admire each other from a distance.  Feuilly respects Enjolras, looks up to him as a leader and upperclassman, but he’s learned that someone who looks that good from a distance hardly ever is from close up.  So, he’s afraid to get too close, even if he can’t deny that there’s something compelling about Enjolras, especially when he’s all riled up from speechmaking.

As for Enjolras, he’s absolutely floored by Feuilly’s passion and his willingness to do whatever it takes to help out, no matter how much else he has on his plate.  But every time he tries to talk to him, he ends up tripping over his tongue in the worst possible ways.  (Seriously, it’s SO PAINFULLY AWKWARD – think Shang in Mulan “…you fight good.” level of awkward.  SO. AWKWARD.)  Every bit of his eloquence deserts him.

What Enjolras doesn’t know, however, is that every single time he trips over himself trying to talk to Feuilly… Feuilly gets that much more comfortable around him.  Because, hey look, he’s not perfect.  He messes up.  He blushes.  One time he even squeaked, he was so embarrassed.  (Combeferre heard about that one in great detail later.  From both of them.  And both had their faces buried in their hands when they relayed the story, and related it in equally high pitched tones… just for entirely different reasons.  He found it hilarious.)

It takes them over a year before they can manage a full conversation that consists of more than “Hello!” and “Great speech!” and “OK, bye!”  But once that ice is broken, it is BROKEN.  They find that they more interests in common than they ever would have guessed.  They eventually start staying after meetings for hours, often closing out the bar in their zeal for conversation.  Two years after their first meeting, they’re as comfortable with each other as it’s possible for two people to be with each other.  They’re each other’s first phone call when they’re in trouble, or when they have good news, or when they’re upset… or when they wake up in the morning.

And Enjolras, who never had time or interest in romance or sex, and Feuilly who was too angry and bitter to even contemplate it… find their opinions changing.  Glances linger just a little longer.  Touches become a little more intimate.  Smiles soften just a hair.  And five years after their first meeting when people start assuming that they’re dating… they simply smile and don’t bother to correct them.

eirenical:

Les Mis Modern Aesthetic, Joly

He was the gayest of them all. All these young, maniacal, puny, merry incoherences lived in harmony together, and the result was an eccentric and agreeable being whom his comrades, who were prodigal of winged consonants, called Jolllly. “You may fly away on the four L’s,” Jean Prouvaire said to him.

Les Miserables, Victor Hugo, 3.4.1

Face Claim: Aldis Hodge

#ALDIS HODGE AS JOLY#and in Hardison’s DJ outfit from The Wedding Job no less#YOUR IDEAS INTRIGUE ME AND I WISH TO LEARN MORE#Les Miserables

 (via @shamrockjolnes)

First of all, thank you.  Those tags totally made my night.  XD  (…yes, I stalk my reblogs.  Sorry.  -.-;;;)

Second of all, I will GLADLY babble at you about this particular headcanon, if you like.  JUST SAY THE WORD.  Because it is a fully-formed headcanon with a trilogy of fic attached to it and it is very, VERY near and dear to my heart and I will happily grab any excuse to babble about it.  ^_______^

@mamzellecombeferre
reblogged your post “Hello! For the meme please ♡: Accidentally falling asleep together with Jehan and Feuilly”

this is literally the cutest thing ever oh my gosh, I kind of love the idea of undergraduate Feuilly, to Enjolras’ graduate student, fic rec, Enjolras, Feuilly, Jehan Prouvaire. 

^_________^  First of all, thank you!  ^_^  Second of all, THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS.  Seriously, I love Feuilly being just a little bit younger than everyone.  I love how enthusiastic he is and how he wants to know all the things and make the world a better place and something about that energy just reads as a little bit younger to me?  Plus I’ve seen quite a lot of stories and headcanons which either place them the same age or have Feuilly being older and experienced and I kind of prefer the reverse dynamic?  So.  ^_^  I’m glad you like it, too!

(And it’s possible that writing this may have whetted my appetite for more of that dynamic and that I’m contemplating a longer piece for Rare Pair Week.  Just saying.  ^_~)

So, people are reblogging my Bahorel Les Mis Modern Aesthetic with comments like…

…and it’s making me think that I really need to share some of my veterinarian stories of very large men with tiny puppies and kittens BECAUSE IT IS EVERY BIT AS PRECIOUS AS YOU THINK IT IS.  So, yeah.  Mental note.  I clearly need to tell some of those stories and adapt them for Bahorel.  Just saying.  ;D

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@thecoffeetragedy replied to your post “@thecoffeetragedy
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

—-

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.)

Brought to you by me just having finished my presentation outline. . . Everyone knows that Combeferre is super excitable about any topic he’s interested in and if he’s asked to present about it, he’ll go on and on and on, barely pausing for breath. Similarly, Grantaire will also ramble forever on his topics of interest because he can’t STAY on one topic and wanders all over the place when he presents on a topic. (1/2)

thecoffeetragedy:

(2/3) What no one expects is that Feuilly is some epic combination of the two. He’s just as excitable as Combeferre and, just like Grantaire, he makes these leaps and bounds in connections between topics and if he’s talking about one, he just has to talk about the others because he just HAS TO SHARE ALL THE THINGS. 😀 Of course, Enjolras finds it so adorable that he’ll gladly let Feuilly expound on things all meeting long. The rest of Les Amis have learned to order dinner when he gets going, because they’re going to be there for a while. (But honestly, they’re all so happy to see Feuilly happy and excited about things that they’ll gladly sit and listen, too. But goodness help everyone if Combeferre is also excited about the thing because then they’re NEVER going home! ;D) 

ahhh! yes! The three of them together, too – if they’re at a restaurent or something, the waiter’ll have to kick them out eventually because they’ll be there for hours, just chatting.

OOPS.  Just remembered this.  But YES, omg, when the three of them get going they’d be RIDICULOUS.  By the time they’re three hours into the conversation no one even knows what it was they originally sat down to talk about.  They’d run to gamut of topics and could probably go on for hours and hours without repeating a single one.

…except if they’re all drunk.  If they’re all drunk, the conversation will absolutely still continue for hours, but favorite topics get trotted out and repeated over and over like teddy bears with the stuffing loved out of them.  And no one knows exactly how or who it is that starts it (it’s Combeferre. every time. except the one time it was feuilly because enjolras had sent him a video of his cat doing something ridiculously adorable and he’s been showing it to EVERYONE.) but if they’re drunk and having one of these rambling conversations it ALWAYS devolves into showing each other adorable cat memes, cat videos, etc. on their phones and crying over how adorable they are and really WHAT ARE CATS?? And then Grantaire will call Joly to cry about how great cats are and Joly and Bossuet will boggle for a minute that they’re all STILL AT THE MUSAIN, SERIOUSLY, WTF HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THERE ALL THIS TIME?? and will round up a few other amis to help get the trio home and tucked into their respective beds.

*coughs*  Sorry.  That image ran away with me.  ;D