crossover: les mis

  • England: Bloody hell, where is he? The meeting is going to start in five minutes.
  • Canada: Papa said he was on his way.
  • England: I know, but when will he actually show up.
  • Canada: Hold on... I got this.
  • England: ...what do you mea–
  • Canada: Do you hear the people sing?
  • *heavy stomping*
  • England: Wha–
  • *door slams open*
  • France: sINGING THE SONGS OF ANGRY MEN

Give me plain-average-boring Grantaire

Grantaire who’s smart enough, but not particularly nice, or good-looking, or talented at anything really

Grantaire who was told time and time again he was just not good enough, that his best was not good enough

Grantaire who tried, who knows a little about a lot of things, but who always gave up after a few months because he could see how everyone around him was so naturally good at at least one thing and he just

wasn’t

so he stopped trying and started using humour to cover up how utterly sad and worthless he felt, how his mere existence is a dissapointment

GIve me Grantaire who eventually realises he doesn’t need to be nice, attractive, or talented to be a great friend and a wonderful person

that he’s extraordinary in his own way even though dance didn’t work out, painting didn’t work out, fencing didn’t work out

Give me Grantaire who learns that his worth is not defined by what he can and cannot do, but who he choses to be as a person - and that person is smart, funny, generous and brave

anonymous asked:

I DEMAND SILLY DOODLES FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF WRITING

well if you demand… cold enjolras ft. fat pigeon friend

this didn’t even happen in the fic but it probably should have (I wrote a dumb fic, if you’re confused)