Back to School with Les Amis
  • Enjolras:Believe in yourself. Never doubt that you can accomplish great things. You will get through that exam. You will finish this paper.
  • Combeferre:Be curious. We often forget that learning can be fun and exciting. You're learning new things every day. You know more than you did yesterday, congratulations!
  • Courfeyrac:Be passionate. Even if what you're passionate about isn't your field of study. Find something that fuels you to keep your head above water.
  • Grantaire:You know more things than you think you do. You're good at something. You are not the worst. You are actually quite knowledgeable, whatever that knowledge may be
  • Joly:Self-care is important. Take breaks. Treat yourself. Take a warm shower. You brain needs to rest to process information, let it do its thing
  • Bossuet:Failure is okay. It happens, and they don't make you a bad person. You are much more than that grade. You have survive this far. This too shall pass
  • Jehan:Romanticize your studies. Buy the prettiest notebook. Buy those glitter pens and highlighters. Take the most #aesthetic notes. Find the studying technique that suits you best and go forth
  • Feuilly:Hobbies and things that you like to learn outside of school are great too. They can even be useful later in life. Never feel guilty about taking time to focus on those
  • Bahorel:Be bold. Never be ashamed of what you're studying. Even if it's Law. And Hell knows Law is... well. You can do this, prove them wrong.
  • Marius:Feeling inadequate and like the future is scary and uncertain is okay. No one really knows what they're doing. You're doing just fine. It'll all fall into place
hear me out: les amis bowling tournament

• It started innocently enough. They all went bowling for Joly’s birthday once, it got heated, and the rest is history.
• Of course, there’s an odd number, so the teams would be unfair. This is remedied by bringing in Gavroche. He is an absolute fiend.

Team One: Enjolras, Grantaire, Bossuet, Courfeyrac, Feuilly
• Enjolras and Grantaire are basically a bowling power couple. They’re both incredibly good and it’s a strategy for one to go right after the other to intimidate the other team.
• Bossuet is actually quite good. His technique of rolling the ball to the side and having it ricochet off the bumpers usually gets a good amount of points.
• Courfeyrac is what they call a “trick bowler”. He refuses to bowl the “normal” way(he calls it the boring way). His personal favorite is doing a 180 spin in the air while releasing the ball, but he’s been known to simply roll the ball on the floor using his head while wearing an actual bowler hat. Most everyone’s given up fighting it, since he actually almost always scores points.
• Feuilly is an overall solid player. Occasionally the team will get into a bout of bad luck, but Feuilly can be counted on for consistency.

Team Two: Combeferre, Bahorel, Joly, Jehan, and Gavroche
• Combeferre carefully calculates his every move, resulting in his turns being about five minutes long. His teammates don’t complain though, he’s never missed a pin yet.
• Bahorel is known for being just slightly over enthusiastic with the ball, and they’ve gotten kicked out of three bowling alleys so far for him denting the floor.
• Joly’s technique of choice is much like a five year old going bowling. He steps up to the line with his ball, and proceeds to set it on the ground, only giving it the slightest of nudges. His turns turn out longer than Ferre’s cause it takes so long for the ball to reach the pins. Miraculously, he usually knocks over quite a few.
• Jehan is the Actual Worst at bowling. He only joined the team to hang out with his friends and couldn’t care less about winning, and is often caught cheering equally for both sides.
• And then there’s Gavroche, the almighty. He is a mythic bowling champion.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I know that the chance of you reading this is really small, but I´m just having a bad week because of a whole thing with body issues (the whole " all my friends are pretty and skinny and I’m this ugly potato” thing) and wanted to ask you to write some cute enjoltaire headcanons for me to feel a little better, because well, I love you writing. But I don´t want you to feel obligated to do anything, so if you don´t want to answer me you don´t have to. :).Sorry, english is not my first language

You’re getting a ficlet ♥

Enjolras had imagined that moment to be more awkward, but is was actually rather… simple. And comfortable. He was bubbling with excitement. That part he was not prepared for. Sat next to him, Grantaire was holding his hand. Grantaire. His boyfriend Grantaire. That was not weird it was just… new. But then again, he had always been one for change.

“I wonder what the other will say,” he smile, replacing a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Everything getting out of his mouth got him blushing for some reason.

“Courfeyrac will probably drop on his knees and thank the Lord for making us see the light,” Grantaire snorted. “He was the only person in the whole wide world to ever conceived you’d be one day attracted to me.”

Enjolras frowned slightly, his shy smile still on.

“What do you mean?”

Grantaire massaged his neck awkwardly.

“Well… You’re you. And I’m me.”

Oh. Something sunk in Enjolras’ stomach. He had the nauseous feeling to know where this was going.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Well… You’re the ‘after’ picture of a makeover and I’m like the before -Hell! -before-before picture. People could never imagine someone like you could be attracted to someone like me, I mean, look at me! You could do a lot better, and people are going to think that the second they see us.”

Enjolras’ excitement died out. Damn, he knew Grantaire was the king of self-depreciation but that was… That was more than he could have ever imagined! Before Grantaire could slip away, Enjolras squeezed his hand tighter.

“What if I don’t give a fuck about that? What if I think you’re gorgeous?”

“What a shame Combeferre didn’t choose ophthalmology as a speciality.”

“Grantaire, I’m serious.”

With his free hand, Enjolras tilted Grantaire’s head towards him, making their eyes meet.

“Fuck what people think. We’re told to hate ourselves from the moment we can understand that concept. Beauty is a social construct that is used to make us buy things and create insecurities to make us buy even more things. Standards change all the time! That doesn’t mean they’re true!”

A deep blush had found his way to Grantaire’s cheeks.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” he mumbled.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, exactly,” Enjolras repeated. “And you’re every bit as beautiful as you think I am. Just because we don’t answer to the same standards of beauty doesn’t mean you’re less beautiful because of it! That’s just bullshit. Loving yourself in our day and age is an act of rebellion in itself!”

“Five minutes into this relationship and you’re already bringing rebellions into the mix. Shall I prepare a drawer for Patria?”

Grantaire received a gentle nudge on his shoulder.

“Say it after me: Fuck what people think.”

“Fuck what people think.”

Enjolras smiled and planted a kiss on the back of Grantaire’s hand. Who knew, maybe one day, with a bit of practice, his boyfriend would even believe it.

Hi my name is Montparnasse Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my shoulders and dark brown eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Marilyn Manson (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a criminal, and I am in a gang called the Patron-Minette where I’m the youngest one (I’m eighteen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there.  I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of revolutionaries stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
—  Jehan making fun of their boyfriend

ABC Café: Modern AU

Enjolras: James @stopcallingmeapollo

Marius: Mitch @night-marius

Grantaire: Maddie @lesbianjehan

Jehan: Joanna @lifeismadeofrainbows

Combeferre: Robbie

PC: Yael @agentfelicitysmoak & Alexandra @grimsdell

One last chance to sing with my friends before I go off to college to become a *real* director…this is our spin on Les Amis if they were a bunch of angry highschoolers who planned protests from Enjolras’s bedroom. It was super fun to hang out with these nerds and sing this song with them again!

anonymous asked:

When are we given Courfeyrac's age in the barricade section? I looked but I couldn't find it.

It’s in 4.4.5, the chapter usually translated as “ the Old Man” (Le Viellard) . When Courfeyrac goes to talk to Mabeuf, Courfeyrac is described as “ the emueter of twenty-five years”  (” l’emeutier de vingt-cinq ans” ).  Not every translation mentions it! Hapgood at least apparently chooses to say “ the rioter of fire”  instead, for …reasons?? but yeah, it’s there in the French. 

A Sonnet to Montparnasse

My friends protect me any way they can
And I have always heeded their advice
But now they’re scared I’ve fallen for a man
Whose very heart they think is carved of ice

They say that loving you will be my death
The gentle and the brutal shouldn’t meet
But when I look at you I lose my breath
And when you hold my hand I feel complete

They tell me you’re a dangerous man to know
They tell me that you’re sure to break my heart
But I knew from the very first hello:
I’m not about to quit before I start

Despite their fears, it’s you I’m dreaming of
And I’m not scared to offer you my love

(I’m a bit high, so I hope this makes sense.)
(I’m in a lot of pain after my surgery. I would love prompts to keep me occupied. *big hopeful eyes*)