*enjolras

anislandofmisfittoys asked:

Hey Carrie, I was wondering if in Les Mis you were in the chorus as well as being Eponine? I had always assumed that main characters didn't multirole. PS. i loved 'a dream is a wish' - i've listened to it five times already! xxx

Hello!

I am! I’m a farm girl, beggar, factory girl and lovely lady! Then I get changed into Eponine! Most of he characters who don’t appear until further on in the show double as ensemble. Eponine, Cosette, Marius, Mme T, Mr T and Enjolras! Also, after Fantine dies she becomes a barricade lady for act two! :)

Thanks so much! Glad you’re enjoying it! :D 

xxx

lil enjoltaire things #2

you know what makes me really sad?

Enjolras loves France. Just so, so much. And Paris is the heart of France, even if it isn’t representative of the whole. It’s the core.

And Grantaire is Paris, in a lot of ways. He’s a mess, he’s inherently contradictory, talented and ruined and disgusting and immovable.

The difference is that when Enjolras took his stand, Paris was indifferent. France forgot. Enjolras is fighting for Patria, but Patria won’t fight for itself.

But Grantaire is the Paris that believes in Enjolras and listens to him. He’s the Paris that, in believing in this man who loves France so dearly, might almost start to believe in himself.

And when he stands there with Enjolras in front of the guard, he’s not just standing with Enjolras. He’s taking a stand for himself. It’s too late in a lot of ways, but still. Grantaire is the Paris that sticks with Enjolras to the bitter end.

Enjolras always made Grantaire want to believe in himself, but on that last day, I like to think that Grantaire showed Enjolras that he wasn’t alone, that he hadn’t killed and died for nothing. Enjolras is bloody and stained and his friends are gone, but it’s not too late. Not too late to love and be loved, and not too late to smile.

Cheesy 50's themed restaurant AU

Original idea by: mynameissteverogers

50’s restaurant roller blade waiter R

Enjolras comes in every other day to see the cute curly haired boy in roller blades

enjolras a ice skater who cant roller blade for shit

R ALWAYS BUSTING OUT HIS BEST MOVESWHEN ENJOLRAS COMES IN

The place is run by chetta so she always makes sure R waits Enjolras’ table. enjolras walking in and R roller blading circles around him enjolras acts like its sooooo annoying one day R decides to go ice skaing to see if he can do it as well as blading because hey it shouldnt be THAT different right? he goes on the ice, legs wobbling, and suddenly enjolras is there, smirking and he just starts skating circles around R

R is so pissed and Enjolras offers to help him so R is shaking and wobbling whole Enjolras holds onto his hands like he’s a toddler

Enjolras is just giggling because R is just so fucking CUTE R is just “why is this so different than roller blading. why.” enjolras just laughs and explains that wheels are different than a blades R just scoffs. “Really? I never would have guessed! Guess last time i tried to murder someone THATS why it didnt work!” enjolras just laughs at him

R FALLING AND BRINGING ENJOLRAS WITH HIM

THE TWO OF THEM LAUGHING LIKE IDIOTS

Enjolras falling on top of R and just whispers “well this was not the way i was planning to get on top of you.” and R is just like “what”
“nothing”

R roller skating around Enjolras’ table and just cooing about how pretty he is

R sitting with enjolras durng his lunch break

STEREOTYPICAL SHARING A MILK SHAKE

Nb R he sometimes wears a poodle skirt

ENJOLRAS HAS TO ADMIT R HAS GREAT LEGS

E WORKING AT THE SKATING RINK AND HIM AND R SNEEK IN AFTERWARDS FOR MUSHY WOBBLING SKATING

R drawing ketchup hearts on Enjolras’ food and if he orders a shake he puts heart sprinkles on top

Enjolras blushing

he totally doesnt take picture and put it on instagram

WHEN THEY GET TOGETHER R ALWAYS KISSES HIS CHEEK
•when he comes in and skates around him
•when he sits him down
•when he takes his order
•brings his food
•when he drops off the check (which is about almost 75% always payed for by R because reasons)
•before he leaves

THEY HAVE THOSE TABLE MUSIC BOXES WHERE YOU REQUEST MUSIC

ENJOLRAS PUTS ON JAIL HOUSE ROCK AND R IS LIKE DANCING ON ROLLER SKATES

they get milkshakes together and when R will get some on his lip enjolras will kiss it off OH MY GOD YES this is when R gets back at him for the ice rink and brings out a pair of roller blades

Enjolras clinging to R as they dance around the restaurant while the customers coo over them

ENJOLRAS NEEDING A JOB

R TRAINING HIM AND HELPING HIM LEARN TO ROLLER BLADE

Grantaire and E kiss when they pass each other

imagine them taking orders together

WHEN A SONG THEY LIKE COMES ON ITS LIKE ROMANTIC KISSY KISS DANCE SPINNING

R spinning with his poodle skirt

BREAK TIME

R IN THE BACK ROOM AND ENJOLRAS JUST SLIPS IN

MAKE OUT TIMES

R COMING OUT AND LOOKS WRECKED

SOMETIMES R GETS CUSTOMERS WHO YELL AT HIM AND HE JUST SULKS

ENJOLRAS JUST PETTING HIM AND TELLING HIM HOW PRECIOUS HE IS IN THE BACK

Enjolras gives him lots of kisses

enjolras always makes sure he starts his days with forehead kisses

R secretly puts whiskey in his shakes during breaks when him and E don’t have the same work schedules

When R decides he wants to stop he starts putting heart shaped sprinkles in his shakes. they remind him of meeting Enjolras

Can you imagine Enjolras and Grantaire doing karaoke?!??

•Grantaire screeches the lyrics and gets A V HIGH SCORE
•Enjolras scoffing at him “that’s not a real skill ‘Taire”
•Grantaire doing the white boy “fuckin fight me E, take me on”
•Enjolras grabbing the mic from him
•Enjolras singing Living on a Prayer AND KICKING ASS
•the competition gets more intense as the other Amis enter to see who was dying
•The Amis making bets on who will win
•Grantaire ending it with House of the Rising Sun
•Enjolras begrudgingly calling him the winner
•Grantaire being carried around on Eponine, Bahorel and Bossuet’s shoulders for getting them all 20 bucks
•Combeferre and Courfeyrach busting E’s chops
•Karaoke with the Amis :D

summer headcanons for les amis
  • every year withtout fail they make a trip to the sea; they try to make it different every year, too. 
    • the summer Bahorel and Prouvaire organised it, they rented a large station-wagon big enough for all of them and drove down to Bahorel’s family home; his parents were supposed to be in Morocco for the summer like every year, but they turned up in the middle of the group’s vacation. and that was how Les Amis met Bahorel’s parents. And his sisters. And their kids. And his cousins…
    • the summer Grantaire, Joly and Bossuet organised it, they made it a road trip and half of them got lost; they rented a house and lost their security deposit when Enjolras went on a rampage (because of a spider), and spent most of the trip either hung-over, drunk, or both at the same time, which was a first for some of them.
    • the summer Combeferre and Feuilly organized it, they actually took a train to Normandy and did a tour of different historical places - what? there are different kinds of ‘beach trips’. Besides, it rained the entire time, so.
    • Next year, it’s Courfeyrac’s and Pontmercy’s turn to organize it. What they’re planning so far involves camping. It can only go well…
  • Bahorel spent a year in Australia as an undergrad (’did you even ever stop being an undergrad, Bahorel? I can’t recall’ ‘fuck you’) and as such proclaims himself a pro at grilling meat. Grantaire agrees. On any given Friday evening during the summer, you’ll probably find them in Bahorel’s backyard, sitting on plastic chairs, drinking and making steaks. Or burgers. Or anything really.
  • Bahorel also has a little herb garden.
  • Jehan often take walks with their plants in the daytime so that they - the plants - can get the maximum of sunlight. They sometimes bring the ones who need direct sunlight to the park with them, where Prouvaire sits and read and the plants sit and, uh, do photosynthesis.
  • Cosette, Feuilly, Prouvaire and Eponine (and whoever wants to join them) often have fire pit/hot chocolate evenings. They tell each other ghost stories and roast marshmallows and Eponine plays guitar and Prouvaire makes tea like they do at home.
  • In the winter, Enjolras’ skin tone often gets pale, almost sickly, but in the summer he turns a beautiful golden brown. It’s like he reflects the sunlight. You need sunglasses just to look at him in July.
  • Courfeyrac is terrible with the heat but gets really excited about thunderstorms. 

softgrantaire asked:

*whispers* Enjoldad and FatheR. Lil bab French fry getting in a fight because some buttwipe said that 'father' is for boys. "Umm, it's a pun asshole. And words don't have genders only PEOPLE can have genders."

Also,

“You must be Camille’s mother.” to Enjolras.

“No he’s just the one with the longest hair in this family. Don’t be a transphobic piece of shit.”

posting a bit of the Hogwarts AU w/ werewolf Feuilly I’ve been meaning to write; maybe encouragement will motivate me to finish it, eh. I’ve literally been writing like. Two sentences a day.

“Feuilly’s dissappeared again,” Enjolras sighed, dropping his bag on the carpeted floor of the Hufflepuff common room and drawing his gathered friends’ attention. The entire room was empty and silent except for the eight of them, with most of the other students still in the Great Hall or studying in the library. “I saw him talking to Ms. Simplice again at around six, near the infirmary, but he wasn’t at dinner.”

“He wasn’t in the Ravenclaw Tower either,” Joly piped up from where he was sitting on the floor. Bossuet twisted a little on his seat to make room for him, which Joly gratefully accepted, snuggling up against his best friend’s side.

“Nor in the library,” Prouvaire shook his head, his soft voice more hesitant than usual. He worried at the cuff of his sleeves. “We checked both.”

“Of course, this time matches with the moon cycle. Again,” Combeferre rubbed his chin, checking the little notebook in which he had compiled all of their friend’s absences since the beginning of the year; Courfeyrac made a sad sort of choked sound and slumped on the couch next to him.

“But it doesn’t mean he’s…” he trailed off, unable - or unwilling - to say the word.

“Sure sounds like it, though,” Grantaire grumped. Enjolras glared at him.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” Previously uncharacteristaclly quiet, Bahorel jumped up from a plush armchair near the fireplace. He turned towards Prouvaire, his jaw set and his gaze serious.

“Punch me.”

“What?” Prouvaire blurted out, his features colouring violently. “Bahorel, what-”

“You’re the tallest and strongest of us, ‘cept me. So punch me! Break my nose, chip a tooth or something. I’ll go to the infirmary and check, so we know for sure Feuilly’s not a goddamn werewolf.”

He was up in Prouvaire face now, his eyes fierce and bright under his thick eyebrows, and Prouvaire took a step back.

“I can’t -”

“Oh, come on!” Rolling his eyes, Grantaire stood up and walked over to them. He put a hand on Bahorel’s shoulder, and when the Gryffindor turned towards him, Grantaire pulled back his fist and swung, smashing it in the taller boy’s face with a dull thud and a sickening cracking noise.

“Grantaire!” Prouvaire shrieked, horrified.

Another crack. Someone - Joly, probably - gasped audibly.

“Bloody hell, Jehan!” Grantaire’s hands flew to his own now-bleeding nose.

Prouvaire staggered backwards, fist still raised, before collapsing into the couch. Combeferre immediately scooted towards him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Prouvaire seemed to melt into the embrace, his lanky frame shrinking on itself.

“Sorry,” he murmured shakily, running a hand through his hair. “I just-”

“’s alright,” Grantaire shrugged. Bossuet digged in his pockets and offered him a handkerchief, which the other boy accepted with a grunt. “God, that hu-”

“Good,” Bahorel interrupted, grinning through the blood from his broken nose and split lip. The skin around eyes were already starting to turn a sick shade of purpleish blue, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Now we have double the excuse to go to the infirmary, right?”

grantaire has never met enjolras, but he has seen the gorgeouse blonde student on campus who is always campaigning for political issues, and he has sketchbook after sketchbook filled with pictures of him. feuilly jokes that whoever the blonde boy r talks about is his muse and of course he absolutely falls about laughing when he realises that said muse is none other than his friend and comrade enjolras.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Small Citizen meeting Smaller Citizen for the very first time. Just. Imagine the adorablness. Everyone would be crying.

“…You are smaller than I. This is competition.”

“Camille please your sibling is 2 hours old.”

“…This is competition.”

Eventually of course it all ends well and Small Citizen adores his little sibling when he realises they pose no threat to how loved he is, and when Smaller Citizen (who is AMAB) declares loudly at age 3 “I’M A GIRL!” Enjolras and Grantaire are thrilled to have a daughter and Enjolras braids her hair a lot. 

courfycat asked:

nb grantaire and trans boy enj who get mistaken for a straight couple all the time and they're like. so offended. "excuse you helen i'll have you know i'm a boy and my partner is nb" "what does nb mean" "shut up helen you ignorant soccer mom" (also ur so gay)

NB Grantaire just perfecting his suburban mom shade because of transphobic/cissexist assholes.

“Wait, you’re what?”

“I’ll tell you what I am if you tell me why you brought store bought whole grain cookies to the PTA meeting, Diane.”

“No, honestly, what are you?”

“Umm, what is that outfit you’re wearing is the true question, Judy. It’s very…bright.”

“M. Grantaire, your gender is going to confuse the children.”

“That fun pizza is confusing the children, Carol. My gender is much easier to understand than the fact that you brought a pizza made of fruits and vegetables to a children’s birthday party.”