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That's How You Know

((well this is only perfect. modern!verse because))

It was the little things.

The "good morning ferut"s scrawled in the mirror. The absentminded grabbing of his hand to draw a flower or a heart, pen tickling the skin. The random kidnapping for a picnic lunch between classes. The footsie under the table.

The karaoke night when Grantaire had tugged him onstage to serenade him with "Falling For You" was one particularly memorable instance.

And so it was that, six months after they'd started dating, Joly took him to the park, and every tree they went by had R+J carved in it somewhere.

"Thank you so much, bunny. I love you too."

"But I've never said --"

"You didn't have to."

Friend Like Me

Grantaire was a puzzle.

He painted, he sketched, he made jokes that had them laughing until their sides hurt, he rambled about gods and men, he knew all the good cafés and restaurants, he could fence, he could box. He knew Paris almost as well as Bahorel did.

And yet, for all his talents, he kept himself to a bottle of absinthe or wine.

Joly and Bossuet would go drinking with Grantaire, often enough that it was not a surprise on the fifth of June that Grantaire joined them for breakfast. But Joly couldn't help noticing that a man of such talents, such potential, drowned himself in alcohol.

When Enjolras said that Grantaire was incapable of loving, of feeling, of believing, Joly saw, and saw the way the words stuttered forth like frightened children.

"Y-y-you'll see."

Like a genie trapped in a lamp.

A Girl Worth Fighting For

Combeferre still didn't have a mistress. Something Joly and Courfeyrac were intent on changing.

"Come on, Combeferre, I'm sure there's some girl out there who's just as smart as you are," Joly said, tugging at his arm. "Come to the theater with us. She'll be there. Whoever she is."

"She'll have glasses and a stiff posture and like to draw butterflies," said Courfeyrac, grinning. "And she'll love to discuss drama and philosophy. And you'll find her at Hernani, please, my friend, join us. You won't regret it."

Combeferre adjusted his glasses and harrumphed a little.

"Please?" said Joly.

He sighed. "Fine. I'll go see Hernani with you. But I tell you, this Romantic business of Hugo's is best left to Prouvaire."

[Em will write something.]

Warmth.

((HAHAHA THIS TOOK FOREVER BECAUSE I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON))

It is the first snow day they have had in months, which means that instead of classes, Joly should be dragging Montparnasse out into the snow to make snow angels and violent snowmen à la Calvin and Hobbes. They should be having mock-fights with icicles. And then maybe singing along to “Baby It’s Cold Outside,” which should be a delightful prelude to Other Things.

Instead Joly is wrapped up in a ball of blankets, shivering violently and sneezing while ‘Parnasse fumbles with the kettle.

"Look, I dod’t eved care adybore. Just get over here, goddabbit."

Montparnasse shoots him a look. Joly glares back with red-rimmed eyes. “I’b cold. You’re warb. Ad you’re better thad a mug of hot cocoa adyway.”

"You’ll just give me your cold."

"Do I look like I care?"

A staring contest for about four seconds, broken by a rather loud sneeze from Joly. He sniffs pathetically and gives Montparnasse puppy eyes. “Please?”

Montparnasse huffs and goes over to Joly, wrapping his larger frame around the other. Joly snuggles up into him. “Thadk you. I would kiss you except I should dot.”

"If you give me your cold, I will kiss you with phlegm," ‘Parnasse says conversationally.

Joly shudders and buries his head in ‘Parnasse’s neck. “Please dod’t.”

After a while the shivers go away, and they fall asleep wrapped around each other.

((ahha. Thank you. Honestly, it was a word vomit.

It was a true word vomit, but a word vomit nonetheless. I'm glad it came out less jumbled than it was in my head.

I just want people to realize how awesome they are. I see so many broken people on here and I want to help all of them, I want to patch up their injuries and kiss them better and help them see that they deserve help, that they are worth help and worth better than what they have and what they think they are.

And that's precisely why I'm going into the field that I'm studying, because I want to help people.

I only wish I could help everyone.))

((Anon let me tell you something.

I am by no means the most attractive person on here. Some people think I am, okay yes fine. But there are plenty of people on Tumblr and in the world who do not think they are pretty when they actually are.

Ask-the-god-of-mischief? She's really pretty.

Raincanthurtmenow? Also a very pretty mun.

Those are the first two off the top of my head but let me tell you there are plenty more, and they all add captions saying "sorry for my face" and "I'm not attractive at all".

Which is a fucking crime. 

You know why? Because these people are not used to being told they're pretty. Because clearly there is a voice in their head saying that they are not.

I know I have that voice in my head. It whispers the same thing every time I look in a mirror.

But the thing is to be strong, the thing is to move past that evil little voice telling you you are not good enough. The thing is to know, personally, that you are pretty and you are worth it and you are strong, no matter what the haters say, even if the hater is in your head. Especially if the hater is in your head.

I'll stop ranting now.))

Modern AU OT3 Joly/Grantaire/Courfeyrac

Joly’s Ring: pure silver with an engraving on the inside saying “Thomas Grantaire & Eric Courfeyrac”

Grantaire’s Ring: pure silver with splashes of color and the engraving “Eric Courfeyrac & Phillip Joly”

Courfeyrac’s Ring: Black onyx and the engraving “Phillip Joly & Thomas Gratnaire”

Five years after collage the three men had there lives together enough to officially settle down together and get rings. Grantaire and Courfeyrac designed Joly’s. Courfeyrac and Joly designed Grantaire’s. Joly and Grantaire designed Courfeyrac’s. They had a small ceremony with just them and a few friends where they swore to be faithful to each other till death.

Street rat… turned thief

“A lugubrious being was Montparnasse. Montparnasse was a child; less than twenty years of age, with a handsome face, lips like cherries, charming black hair, the brilliant light of springtime in his eyes; he had all vices and aspired to all crimes.

The digestion of evil aroused in him an appetite for worse. It was the street boy turned pickpocket, and a pickpocket turned garroter. He was genteel, effeminate, graceful, robust, sluggish, ferocious. The rim of his hat was curled up on the left side, in order to make room for a tuft of hair, after the style of 1829. He lived by robbery with violence. His coat was of the best cut, but threadbare. 

Montparnasse was a fashion-plate in misery and given to the commission of murders. The cause of all this youth’s crimes was the desire to be well-dressed. The first grisette who had said to him: “You are handsome!” had cast the stain of darkness into his heart, and had made a Cain of this Abel. Finding that he was handsome, he desired to be elegant: now, the height of elegance is idleness; idleness in a poor man means crime. Few prowlers were so dreaded as Montparnasse. At eighteen, he had already numerous corpses in his past. More than one passer-by lay with outstretched arms in the presence of this wretch, with his face in a pool of blood. Curled, pomaded, with laced waist, the hips of a woman, the bust of a Prussian officer, the murmur of admiration from the boulevard wenches surrounding him, his cravat knowingly tied, a bludgeon in his pocket, a flower in his buttonhole; such was this dandy of the sepulcher.”

This has been a PSA.

Modern AU GrantairexJoly~ Engagement.

Years of dating went by before Grantaire finally asked Joly to marry him. It took all the courage he had shockingly, especially since he asked Joly out. 

Grantaire: Philippe Joly, will you marry me? *Grantaire was even down on one knee*

Joly: *Pulls in a sharp breath* Yes of course! 

Modern AU JolyxGrantaire.

He wanted to stay in bed that day that’s all Grantaire wanted to do but, Joly made him get up and go to work. Honestly he didn’t expect to see his fiance at work that day especially when his fiance’s body was covered in blood and not moving. 

Joly: Please, Grantaire goddammit get up. Move! *He held onto Grantaire’s hand tightly running his hand threw hair.* I love you.

les amis au; they will burn you to the ground

it’s a bonfire, turn the lights out. i’m burning everything you motherfuckers talk about.  The papers call them ruthless. Dangerous. Criminal. Everyone knows them, everyone fears them. They consist of legends. Enjolras the fearless, terrible leader. Bahorel, a fighter who hasn’t found his match yet. Eponine, a girl so beautiful and so, so dangerous. Jehan, the pyromaniac who will light everything on fire and recites poems while he watches the city burn. No one knows how many there are exactly but everyone knows that you don’t fuck with Les Amis. They are good in bringing their point across, very good. They fight for what they believe in, literally, and they won’t stop until the city is in ashes.

jehan keeps leaving him books of obscure poetry to read

final for my 2D foundation class. i wanted to approach the issue of society vilifying women for their sexual decisions. things may or may not change before i print them on sunday, idk. 

HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE Let’s say it’s 6.15pm and you’re going home (alone of course), after an unusually hard day on the job. You’re really tired, upset and frustrated. Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to drag out into your arm and up into your jaw. You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home. Unfortunately you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it that far. You have been trained in CPR, but the guy that taught the course did not tell you how to perform it on yourself..!! NOW HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE… Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing consciousness. However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, and the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest. A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again. Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm. In this way, heart attack victims can perhaps buy precious time to get themselves to a phone and dial 911. Rather than sharing another joke please contribute by broadcasting this which can save a person’s life! Be prepared and become part of the solution. Get your free next-of-kin notification card today. Click here: https://www.InCaseOfEmergencyCard.com/

((*SCREECHES*))

There is nothing more funny that the little nod between Joly and Grantaire when Marius sings about Cosette.

by Cillabub on dA

A very nice portrait, I must say.

((*casually SHRIEKINGMYHEADOFF*))

Winter days. JolyxGrantaire Modern AU

Winter days were the best in Grantaire’s opinion. It meant more time with Joly and hot chocolate. (Lots of whipped cream for Grantaire and a ton of little marshmallows for Joly) Winter meant they got to spend time in there own little world and it lasted months.

((WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

OH MY GOD

WHY))

Grantaire and Joly a moment in time.

Grantaire was a painter who was on his last legs when he met Joly the med student who never knew that he would fall for the wild drunk painter. To bad it didn’t last long, two years later Grantaire passed way from his cancer. 

((*shrieks*))

Modern Les Amis AU : Combeferre/Joly

So you just need to breathe/To feel my heart against yours now, against yours now

les mis au / the walking dead

several years ago, a zombie outbreak occurred and the world fell into irreparable shambles. almost all communications were shut down and since then many have lost hope of ever contacting loved ones. to survive, most people have broken up into small groups, but hostilities run deeply between survivors as they search out whatever supplies remain. jean valjean, after surviving the initial wave of chaos encounters a girl named cosette wandering the streets with a shotgun resting on her shoulder. because cosette had lost her mother recently and valjean also had no family left to speak of, the two decide to travel together at least until they find somewhere safe. they eventually run into enjolras and his unkempt group of survivors who have been scraping by in a small section of the city they have barricaded off. gavroche scouts out supplies, enjolras tries to make the difficult decisions for the group, and grantaire sits around with a shotgun and a bottle of whiskey. javert is a part of the remaining military force that exists in a heavily guarded base outside of the city limits. the military has attempted to “aid” the survivors behind the barricade, but it has long been suspected among the survivors that their true intentions are to line them up against a wall and shoot them, so they have not given an inch. it doesn’t matter so much in the end, because everyone is a carrier of the virus, and no matter how you die, you turn.