a quick little Enjolras and Grantaire for soemily as a congrats for living through the bar exam!
based on her East Bay Hipster AU, in which Enjolras is a hispanic immigration lawyer moonlighting as a handyman and grantaire works at a bakery/bicycle repair co-op full of anarchist literature.
(basically my dream fic: love yourself and read it)
(Look at the right hand corner)
We make such a big deal about the drink with me moment in the 25th anniversary (and we should, it’s beautiful) but I feel like we forget about the lovely moment in the 10th anniversary concert between Grantaire and Enjolras. It’s a really tender and touching moment that not many people seem to remember.
I’ve always wanted an AU where Grantaire was on Drunk History. If you’re not familiar with the show, you will be soon considering Lin-Manuel has recorded an episode for the next season (which I got very excited about). It’s a show where people get anywhere from pretty drunk to completely wasted and try to retell a historical event, and then a group of actors will pantomime and lipsync to the drunk storyteller’s retelling of events. It’s like this if you’re curious.
Anyway this is complete garbage but what else can you expect from me.
another part to this?
“The Hanged Man is a willing victim, someone who has chosen the path of sacrifice to accomplish a higher goal. The Hanged Man represents the willingness to forsake the temptations of instant gratification for a higher cause, and because of this willing sacrifice he accomplishes the goals he has in his heart.”
most actors: move on from a project
george blagden: ships e/R, rewrites a popular grantaire song from R’s point of view a year after the movie was released, sings grantaire’s part in drink with me 3.5 years after les mis came out (on barricade day),
[via trialsofapollo]
I am half minded not to go. There is nothing in the world
duller than funerals, christenings, and weddings. One marks the end of life,
another the beginning, the third its hobbling. I’d rather watch life in
progress; the past and future tense of life is not living. Bring me a present
progressive, not a progressive of the present. Ah well, perhaps I will go, if
Enjolras sends for me. It would be a favor; he’d be in my debt. Yes, I’ll go if he calls. But then, hasn’t the old general seen enough blood spilled in
his day? Let’s give him some peace for an evening. Requiescat in Pace, and I’d like to do so myself without the
dying. Peace and quiet and life being lived, that’s all a man can ask for.
Mayhap I won’t go after all.
“Are you good for anything?”
“I have a vague ambition in that direction,” said Grantaire.
“You do not believe in everything.”
“I believe in you.”
~
It’s a week since I saw Les Miserables and I’m still not fine. It got worse as I read the book, and read about these assholes and their stupid life-choices.
There are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechmeja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs.
Everybody’s favorite skeptic for princefheon on his birthday because he loves Grantaire and basically is Grantaire but in the best way.
