Icon requests I did last night!! I might do some more again later, since these were so much fun!!! What everyone asked for is in the picture captions!!!
Why is that the les mis fandom likes to think “big and dark-skinned=ugly” and “small and pale=beautiful” when in respect to grantaire and enjolras? why is enjolras this dainty little flower with white as fuck features while grantaire is a big, hulking man with features common to people of color? thats chock full of racist connotations that needs to be broken down and instead, indulge in the idea that enjolras is a muscular body builder (hey, the cars arent gonna turn themselves over in a riot) and can only shop exclusively in the big in tall section, and gives his tiny boyfriend grantaire piggyback rides too and from his work.
I’ve noticed that a lot of people will do the whole ‘everyone is beautiful, ugliness doesn’t exist!!! Enjolras loves him the way he is!’ type thing but then, without fail, all talk about how Grantaire is ugly because he has a large nose, deep-set eyes and large lips. I’m totally cool with small feminine Enj (white, albino or Melanesian because he’s a natural blond) because of all the canon ‘he looks like a girl’ stuff but like… Maybe don’t say Grantaire is ugly because he has typical Jewish or black features, you know? No, saying his nose has been broken before doesn’t somehow negate the racism. I saw one person say he was ugly because of his dark body hair and olive skin tone and that sure was a thing I had to read with my actual eyes :)) you totally aren’t implying that the native populations of several European countries are ugly because they don’t have the whole Nordic thing going on.
Y’all, if this post makes you uncomfortable, it is even more important to reblog it. I almost didn’t because I was like “o shit… I’ve done that in fic” but you know what? Discomfort about something you’ve done in the past/are still doing is a good thing because it means you’re ready for growth. No one is attacking anyone else here, no one has to pretend to be blameless. Admit to your mistakes because you can’t fix them if you aren’t aware of them. We’re all growing together
in french you dont say “i love you” you say “permets-tu” which is closer to “do you permit it?” i love that. “do you permit it” you are hot and blond and we are going to die. you are like a statue or a god or an angel. i am really gay for you.
wtf we don’t say “permets-tu”????????????
wtf we don’t say “permets-tu” we say “je t’aime” you dumbass
french people who dont get les miserables jokes
Grantaire:
Permets-tu?
Enjolras: wtf
we don’t say “permets-tu” we say “je t’aime” you dumbass
(argument
ensues)
Soldiers: *look
one another in confusion* *slowly lower their arms* Maybe… we should give
them a minute?
I once told @ragnar-rock i’d tell her about this scene and I feel like I might burst
Remember that Grantaire could have gotten out of this alive. He could have stayed hidden, sobering up in a corner for days on end but the silence awoke him. The café was such a lively, noisy place that the silence is deafening. We have a word for it in French : un silence de mort. And it literally is a silence of death.
And as other people pointed out, he doesn’t even spare a glance to the guards, it’s no use, it’s already over. He only has eyes for Enjolras, etherally beautiful in all his glory and tragedy, the flamboyant ideal of the revolution embodied in a single man. And if Enjolras is the allegory of an ideal, Grantaire is the allegory of Paris and France itself. “The people too must rise”, right? Well guess what, the people, embodied by Grantaire, DID RISE. The cynic, the one who took great care in beliving in nothing rose and marched to his death because he believed in Enjolras, aka the Revolution.
I love his little stumble, it’s almost like he can’t wait to reach Enjolras, he’s drawn to him like a moth towards the light. Because it’s what Enjolras is, the light in the darkness, the promise of better days. And Grantaire chooses to die because life would be meaningless without Enjolras, without the marble lover of liberty. “La liberté sinon rien” : liberty or nothing.
Grantaire didn’t stumble to his death. Grantaire held salvation by the hand and looked at death right in the eyes, defiant until the very end. France and Liberty, so indissociable, dying together rather than being apart.
I had always been on the “Enjolras is tall” train, until I imagined Enj standing on a counter in his apartment screaming about something and R just scooping his tiny angry boyfriend off the table
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