bbc prediction that enjolras and grantaire are gonna die shaking hands
“#two bros hanging out a window#five feet apart cos theyre not gay” (via @lesamisdelgay)
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Tag: enjolras

Grantaire, being in Enjolras’ shadow
Grantaire, checking Enjolras’ butt

@deboracabral challenged me to draw something sexy.
I tried.
Stop laughing at your boi and free him from his jumper!!
Triumvirate headcanons!
(Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac)
- They all have a matching tattoo, it’s a three little circles joined together on their collarbones. (Like the top row of the olympics symbol)
- They also all got their ears pierced together. Combeferre let his close up almost immediately, Enjolras occasionally wears a plain black stud. Courfeyrac wears ridiculously extravagant earrings every day
- Enjolras and Ferre are left handed, and they love to drive Courfeyrac crazy by buying left handed versions of kitchen equipment and just replacing them.
- “I don’t get it? I can’t use the tin opener!”
- “That’s what it’s like for us! Every! Single! Day!”
- They’ve seen every single Disney movie. Sometimes when one is ill they’ll just marathon every toy story, followed by all of the classics
- As roommates, the system they’ve worked out is that Combeferre cooks, Courf cleans and Enjolras deals with the rent etc. It works well until one of them goes away and they either starve, run out of clean clothes or risk eviction
- Everyone asks how Courf can survive living with the two quieter friends. They don’t realise that Courf is very aware that sometimes they, Enjolras especially, needs quiet time, and is very able to sit quietly and help him calm down
- They take monopoly very seriously.
- Same with Mario kart. Enjolras plays with Mario, Ferre with Luigi and Courf always chooses Yoshi
- They just balance each other out perfectly? Courfeyrac gets the other two to relax and have more fun, and E+C get Courf to calm down and take things slowly.
- They all know each other so well that they can tell whatever the others are feeling. It’s not unusual for Ferre or Courf to come home and know exactly how to comfort Enjolras after a bad day
- Courfeyrac spends most his life collecting the other two’s glasses and keeping them safe
- They have a swear jar that they have to empty once a week
- As Enjolras has the worst mental health issues out of them all, they all have a routine that helps them to deal with it. He makes them promise that if ever he’s struggling but they have also had a hard time and just need some time away, they’ll say that. Equally, Ferre makes sure he takes his meds and Courf tries to take the attention away from him whenever he’s uncomfortable
- They have mass dancing parties in their socks. Courf starts them and then drags the other two up
- Sometimes when they’re really stressed they’ll just pile into their car and drive for hours
- They’re perfectly happy to cuddle under blankets whenever anyone’s had a bad day. Usually ends with Courfeyrac holding Enjolras’ hands as Combeferre plaits the other two’s hair
look, i get that people like writing about les amis as a contemporary radical activist group, but i’ve seen a lot of stuff that… doesn’t really reflect the reality of protest in virtually every country in the world, and certainly in basically every western democracy. at a protest today enjolras would have to beg the local institutions of power for permission to march up a public street, and he would be held responsible for any diversion from the plan he submitted. if his friends and followers were kettled and terrorised by riot police, he’d be told in no uncertain terms that this was his fault. les amis would have to hole up in someone’s flat beforehand and duct-tape and stuff cardboard inside of their jackets, in advance preparation for the inevitable police violence to come. they’d have to write the phone numbers of lawyers on their arms in magic marker and combeferre would have to check that everyone knows not to tell the police a single thing, to always ask for a lawyer, and then shut up.
enjolras would have to give his speeches with bahorel and feuilly standing on either side of him with their arms folded and their faces set, would have to march with jehan and courferyac pushing forward as his vanguard. les amis would have to surround enjolras like a tidal wave, in case the police got any bright ideas about cutting off the serpent’s head in order to make the body flail and panic and die. if and when the violence started – violence enjolras probably would not have wanted, because violence is used to re-write the history of contemporary resistance all of the time – courferyac and graintaire would have to pay in bruises to distract the cop bearing down on combeferre so it would be definite that someone would be left in the morning to post bail. joly would have to bring medical supplies in his bag with the full expectation of using them, because kettles can go on for hours and you never guarantee that even someone bleeding enough to lose their life will be allowed to leave.
when the cops come for enjolras, he’d kneel and put his hands behind his head and not say a thing, not when they kicked at the backs of his ankles or slammed him against a cop car or pulled his head back by his hair to hiss his rights into his ear. he’s a leader, and he’d know the value of a slit through his eyebrow in the press tomorrow. he’d know that this beating was coming whatever he did, but bruises in the dock in the morning make his argument for him. courferyac would, again, be the one dragged out of the crowd with his lip split and grantaire gripping tight around his wrist in vain, so combeferre could try and desperately usher away teenagers from riot shields, so joly could try and stem the bleeding of a thirteen year old girl’s head-wound, so bahorel could help jehan carry feuilly away without putting too much pressure on the point where his ribs had cracked. no one would hit a cop. if you hit a cop, a cop can do whatever they like to you, and every single member of les amis would have seen that happen with their own eyes.
the reality remains that there is virtually no such thing as a peaceful protest, because it is to the advantage of those in power to ensure that there’s not. the reality remains that there is nothing glamorous about a riot, and that enjolras would be taking his friends’ lives in his hands with reckless abandon if he thought there was. in a sense he’d be happy if he was the only person arrested, that combeferre would have to come for him in the cold light of morning and pick him up from the police station steps and drive him to the hospital, dirt under enjolras’s fingernails and blood crusted in his hair.
he’d have spent a night cold and maybe alone and maybe sitting in an interrogation room for hours staring at bare walls and having cops yell questions in his face that he couldn’t risk answering. he’d be exhausted and sore and on the verge of total-shut down. every single protest he led, he’d have to know that this would be how it could end for him– if not something much worse. protest is dangerous. riots aren’t fun. les amis would be covered in battle scars. they would spend weeks showered in bruises and knowing that they would have more to come. in the 21st century, protesters still build barricades. in fact, they do so relatively regularly. it’s just a thought, but you might want to think about why.


Inktober Day 25:
Today (well, yesterday, since I do these a day ahead) was rough, so here’s Enjolras going full loaf (I’m jealous of him). Enjolras sleeping like the dead is one of my favorite headcanons I have–and don’t worry, Combeferre covered him up after checking if he was still alive
Enjolras was an only child. So was Jean Prouvaire.
Enjolras would hear his other friends talking about a baby brother or a little sister and he would feel a little bit lonely. Like he has always been while growing up. But then there’s sweet Jehan, an only child just like him.
Knowing how the leader would feel about this, at some point, the poet would take his hand and smile:
“You’re my brother now.”
Thank you for these unnecessary emotions.
Seems like I gave you feuillyings.
Eyyyyyyyy
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