Joly, ‘Chetta and Bossuet call R “kid” because they have adopted him. That’s it. He’s their adopted child. *wipes tears away*

grantaire-the-drunken-artist:

just-french-me-up:

Musichetta : Be careful with your diet, love, bad cholesterol runs in the family

Grantaire : Why does that matter? I’m adopted!

Bossuet, slamming his fist against the fridge : What? Oh my God! Who told you?

Grantaire: Bossuet, I’m older than you..

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tatooime:

ok but can we please talk about combeferre with a beard for a moment

combeferre, clean-cut and professional combeferre, who has been so busy with his shifts at the hospital that he has had no time to shave so he walks into the musain for the next meeting, apologizing for being late and enjolras stops talking immediately. all of les amis turn and look at him. jaws drop. there is not a sound to be made

and finally courfeyrac just curses and stands up like “I GIVE UP. YOU LOOK HOT EVEN WHEN YOU HAVEN’T SHOWERED OR SHAVED IN THREE DAYS. I GIVE UP” and walks right out

and combeferre just stands there horrifically confused until grantaire breaks the silence “eh, it’s alright

orlofsky:

“I took your unfinished dissection in order to understand life by the contemplation of its opposite!  To contemplate the infinite through the study of impermanance, To take the literal measure of mankind without stealing anything else from the catacombs because you told me not to do that anymore, Combeferre!  Truly, what could be greater?”

“… To not get ants again,” said Combeferre