i am a firm believer that if highschool!amis&co. were to be a thing they would all have to meet in detention
courfeyrac’s there for punching a guy on the football team for shouting slurs at enjolras in the locker room
combeferre told off a teacher for mocking courfeyrac in front of their entire class (‘just because he doesn’t learn like other people doesn’t make him stupid, in fact your job as a teacher is to help him, not openly mock him like an immature, ignorant bully’)
enjolras got detention for pulling the fire alarm the week before to try to get combeferre out of detention (it didn’t work)
jehan got stoned during lunch break and spent two hours under a tree contemplating death and staring at strangely ethereal clouds, unfortunately forgot to go back to class, and got busted for ditching
cosette was dress-coded for wearing leggings as pants (and don’t think she isn't furious about it)
feuilly ditched a couple periods of class because he was covering someone else’s shift and wanted to be there on time
someone reported bahorel’s fight club to the principal (not that he was exactly subtle about it- he did put up flyers)
eponine was selling exam answers to other students
marius is just… there. (he doesn’t get picked up until 5 and it's cold outside)
bossuet got the locker rooms mixed up again (the girls’ basketball team was not pleased)
joly had seventeen sick days during first semester and they found out he was forging the notes
musichetta was giving eponine the answers
and grantaire hadn’t turned in any assignments for any class and they didn’t notice for the entire first semester because he was acing all the tests anyway
from that day on they’re pretty much inseparable and even worse than they ever were individually and the entire teaching staff curse whoever the hell put them all in one room
The light clacking of button mashing and video game sound effects filled the room you and Genji currently shared. Your bodies were slumped and comfortably intertwined with each other on the small couch, the coolness of his robotics welcomed against your exposed skin. Both of you enthusiastically tapped away at the controllers completely lost to the real world. Yet you untangled yourself from him and he inquired that if you were uncomfortable, just to say so and he’d move. It’s not that you were uncomfortable, you just wanted to get into position to kick his ass. That bent forward, edge of the couch, elbows on your knees adrift in concentration kind of determination.
[i’m just running under the
assumption that this is for MegaRox, I think that’s fair, yes? :P I
hope you like it!!!]
“So, that dial adjusts the frequency, then?”
Megamind banged his head on the access panel door coming up. He
swung himself around to face Roxanne, who was staring at him with
curiosity and an edge of amusement despite being tied to her usual
chair with his newest Device of Evil aimed at (a spot just to the
left of) her. He rubbed the imminent bruise on his head and griped,
“What in Tesla’s name are you doing awake?”
“Am I right? I know it’s
the frequency. And the wavelength’s gotta be that slider on the
left,” she said, craning her neck to see the guts of the machine
behind him. “Sound beam.” She grinned. “That’s a new one. I
never get to see the insides of your things before
they get destroyed.”
“How did you fig-” he paused, as the look on her face finally
sank in. He was used to her fearlessness, but she actually looked
fidgeted with the edge of his cape,
watching her warily.
“I’m making some…. last
minute adjustments,” he said after a long moment. “Do
you- I mean. You seem to have
some idea what- how it- anyway. Would you, that
is to- would you like a
expression opened in shock at the offer, then bloomed into a smile,
and Megamind’s stomach did a
neat little flip.
It only took a moment to get her
out of her bindings. Wrist
deep in gadgetry and wiring,
Megamind explained the
function of each piece of the machine, mouth moving automatically as
he tried not to hyperventilate
about her proximity, the way her shoulder was bumping against his and
she didn’t seem to care,
the light scent
of vanilla and clary
her hair, how intently
she was following along, not
missing a beat, asking
questions and, after a pause, suggesting possible improvements to
his amplifiers. Workable,
no expert, I just
worked sound in theater
club,” she said, laughing at
his stunned response,
“plus I was in a band in college. So
that glowy coil
Twenty minutes had passed
unnoticed by the time Minion came in, already scowling even before he
saw that Miss Ritchi was out of her chair. He narrowed his eyes at
the pair of borrowed gloves on Roxanne’s hands, at the streak of
grease along her cheek, at Megamind’s bewildered expression. He
sighed. “We aren’t calling Metro Man today, are we, Sir?”
Roxanne blinked and looked up,
only just now noticing their audience, and Megamind gave a sheepish
Minion stared for another long
moment, then turned back for the door. “I’ll just… go get some
omg i did not even know you would write a thing if asked?? that is maybe the sweetest thing ever and i don't even really know what to ask for except something where ferre is being particularly gentle? he is my favorite. something really horrible happened to me recently and i'm trying so hard to keep moving but have mostly just been scared and hurt and lost? but i am trying to hold on very tightly to the stuff that cheers me up.
oh gosh of course i’d be happy to- i’m sorry you had to go through something that’s making you feel like that but i’m so glad you’re concentrating on your happiness during rough times and i hope things get better soon- moving forward is all you can do sometimes, and i wish you all the best
Combeferre finds Courfeyrac where he left him, curled up in blankets on the sofa, not really watching tv, just sort of staring at it. Things have been… hard. On all of them. But Courfeyrac has been worse off than anyone, and Combeferre’s never felt more distant from him. Courfeyrac doesn’t ask for help when he’s hurting, Combeferre knows this. He’s spent so much of his life being the one others lean on that his impulse, when things get rough, is to isolate himself, so as not to burden others, and can’t be told that he isn’t a burden. He’s pulled away from everyone closest to him, and Combeferre doesn’t know how to fix things, but is resolved to try.
“I need to get out of here.” He says, mind made up, and Courfeyrac turns to look at him. “Some new surroundings might provide a different perspective.”
Courfeyrac nods, slowly, unblinking and blank. “It’ll be good for you.”
“For us.” Combeferre clarifies. “I think you could use a change of scenery.”
Courfeyrac frowns. “‘ferre, I’m not- I won’t be good company.”
Combeferre shrugs, pulling on his coat. “You don’t need to be. I just- we both need some air, some time away from this apartment. We don’t have to talk about- anything. We can just get away from things for a while.”
“It’s the middle of the night.” Courfeyrac murmurs, but stands, slowly, and wraps his blanket tighter around his shoulders.
[Just walk away, c'mon, you can do it, one foot in front of the other, left, right, left- is he smiling at me- shit merde scheiße mierda- ]
Marius lets out a truly pathetic yelp as he trips over a table of candles and sends them tumbling over him and onto the floor, his face colliding with a stack of yoga mats. Maybe if he prays hard enough, the floor will swallow him whole before-
“Marius? Jesus, are you okay?”
He looks up at Courfeyrac, who’s holding the bright pink yoga mat that was balanced oh-so-delicately on Marius’ nose just seconds before, and tries not to be flattered that he abandoned helping the attractive blonde pre-med to rush to Marius’ aid. Probably because he’s afraid of someone dying in his studio, but Marius will take what he can get.
“You know my name.” He says weakly, dazedly, and Courfeyrac shakes his head, smiling widely as he does so.
“Of course, how could I forget my favorite giraffe-limbed student?” Courfeyrac chuckles, and holds out his hand to Marius, pulling him to his feet. “Seriously, are you okay?”
“Peachy.” Marius straightens out his t-shirt, trying to play it off cool and ignore the various men and women aged twenty to sixty-three who are taking this class purely to ogle Courfeyrac and his partner, Enjolras. “I mean, it’s the stupid mats fault, really, and maybe if you wore looser pants I wouldn’t be so dist-” [stop talking, stop talking now] “-ant from my grandfather in fact I should give him a call I have seen the light I am going to leave and never return okay bye.”
Marius prepares to flee, turning on his heel, before Courfeyrac grabs his arm and stops him, smiling wider than Marius has ever seen him.
“Marius, do you wanna get some coffee sometime? Like, right now?” Courfeyrac grins, calling back to Enjolras, “Enjolras, you can cover for me, right?”
“If it means getting him out of my studio, hell yes.” Enjolras says, as he pulls his long blond curls back into a ponytail.
Courfeyrac rolls his eyes at his best friend, then turns back to Marius with a grin, shrugging sheepishly. “So, coffee?” He looks around then leans in to whisper conspiratorially, “I promise not to change into looser pants.”
what do you think les amis' senior quotes would be?
oh my god i am so happy you asked
ahh i love les amis as pretentious highschool seniors okay so in the order they would appear:
bahorel’s quote is ‘It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog. - Mark Twain” and, well, you know how there’s one guy in every graduating class ever who has to quote Al Davis’ ‘Just win, baby’? Yeah. Bahorel’s that guy.
bossuet’s is ‘You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help. - Calvin and Hobbes”
and even though there’s some ‘Connors’ kid inbetween courfeyrac and combeferre and enjolras is all the way in the Es they really wanted to have a group quote, so combeferre has ‘Ever has it been’ and courfeyrac has ‘That love knows not its own depth’ and enjolras finishes with ‘Until the hour of separation’, all quoted to Shakespeare
but above the three-parter,
combeferre has “Know the rules well, so you can break them effectively. - Dalia Lama XIX”
courfeyrac’s is “‘And now,’ cried Max, ‘Let the wild rumpus start!’” - Maurice Sendak
enjolras quotes Che Guevera with “The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall”
cosette has “It’s not your job to like me, it’s mine. - Byron Katie’ and under it, “That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable. - Deb Caletti”
feuilly, subtly throwing some shade, has ‘Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself - Leo Tolstoy’
grantaire, the little shit that he is, has “A witty saying proves nothing - Voltaire”, but above that, “Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty, because it lasts. - Serge Gainsbourg”
without any planning in advance, joly’s quote just happens to be “What’s the point of wearing your favorite rocket ship underpants if nobody ever asks to see ‘em? - Calvin and Hobbes”
musichetta, girlfriend of the yearbook editor, gets away with a bit more than the character limit as she quotes Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie twice: “Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.’ and ‘Racism should never have happened and so you don’t get a cookie for reducing it.”
marius’ is ‘Friends are Gods way of apologizing for our families - Anonymous’ and courfeyrac hugs him for like five minutes straight when he reads it
jehan quotes A.A. Milne with “Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.”
and finally, eponine has “A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left. - Marilyn Monroe”
He is a prince, and cannot, under any circumstances, show weakness or uncertainty. Even at the age of fifteen, he knows this, knows that he should always be careful who he talks to, confides in, or is seen with, because you never know who could be bribed into telling the media things that could destroy his reputation.
Which is precisely why he’s sneaking away from one of his mother’s seemingly endless garden parties to the second floor of the castle and into the room of the person he trusts most in the world.
He greets him, of course, by throwing a bit of cheese at his head and tackling him to the ground, ignoring his squeals of protest and the fact that he’s trying to beat him off with a hardcover book.
“Combeferre.” Courfeyrac protests as they struggle, before wrenching the book out of his hands. “Hasn’t anyone told you it’s illegal to beat the prince with blunt objects?”
Combeferre groans, shoving Courfeyrac off him with both hands and sitting up to glare at him, glasses askew on his nose. “I think there’s a loophole somewhere that says it’s absolutely necessary to beat the prince with blunt objects if he insists on throwing cheese at you, the asshole.”
h i i your post about courferre helped me get through some horrible angst tonight and now i'm having a lot of courfjolras pain right now that's alm os t as bad and if you were willing could you pretty please make a fluffy post of headcanons for them?
hhhmmmm okay i’ve never really thought extensively about courfjolras but i will give it my best shot though you should consider asking daniel about it
courfeyrac was totally enjolras’ first kiss
and like he tries not to, but sometimes enjolras wonders what it’d be like to kiss him again, to feel him laughing into his lips and leaving trails of kisses down his neck and then there’s the way his heart tends to beat faster sometimes when courfeyrac winks at him conspiratorially or laughs at something enjolras said (nothing makes him quite as happy as making courfeyrac laugh)
and courfeyrac loves watching enjolras work, the way his nose scrunches up when he’s concentrating and the way he blows away the stray wispy curls of hair that fall out of his face and it isn’t until he spends a good five minutes just smiling as he watches enjolras read that he realizes he might have a tiny bit of a problem
and then one night the two of them are out watching a movie by themselves because combeferre was busy and they needed something to do and they don’t put the arm rest down and their shoulders and knees are touching and if you asked either of them they’d tell you that they have absolutely no idea what the hell the movie’s even about and about half way through courfeyrac does the cheesy yawn move to make enjolras laugh but then enjolras snuggles into him on reflex and they share this Look of Understanding
and courfeyrac’s kisses taste like sunshine and enjolras is smiling even when they get kicked out of the theatre
Marius Pontmercy is a man who is in the process of discovering the world. And that includes everything from listening to all the great music from the 90s (‘for the last time, Marius, Hanson does not qualify as great music’), to learning how exactly public transportation works.
He is fluent in several languages and actually a lot more clever than people give him credit for. In fact, he’s putting himself through law school, and did he mention he’s fluent in several languages? Marius is passionate, too, he just doesn’t exactly know what to be passionate about yet, but he’s figuring that out as he goes along.
Courfeyrac once said, “Marius Pontmercy is the human equivalent of a baked potato that has achieved sentience”, and Marius isn’t quite sure what that means, but he likes it, so he’s had it printed on a couple of business cards.
His hobbies include hiding from women who think he’s attractive, trying to keep up with those ridiculous student revolutionaries who take everything way to seriously, and trying to understand the philosophical complexities of cabbage. He is also, without fail, the first person to get caught up in Courfeyrac’s numerous shenanigans and the last to realize they’re a bad idea.
Above all, Marius is a kind and loyal friend who is trying his best to make sense of the world around him, and honestly one of the best people you could hope to meet.
There’s an old adage that goes ‘if at first you don’t succeed, try try again’. Bossuet’s personal addition is 'if you consistently don’t succeed at anything, then you better damn well learn to laugh about it.“
Well, you kind of have to have a sense of humor when you’ve lost almost all of your hair by seventeen and find new and exciting things to trip over on an almost daily basis. Bossuet is fond of telling anyone who’ll listen that he is convinced his family is anciently cursed by Madame Zeroni, and when you get to know him, the theory really doesn’t seem all that unlikely.
In his highschool shop class, he set the school record for most equipment-related injuries (including the infamous the-saw-wasn’t-even-turned-on-and-he-almost-cut-off-his-finger incident). He is spectacularly adept at saying the precise wrong thing to his romantic partners, or just people in general, and due to simple misunderstandings has had hundreds of drinks thrown in his face, strings of swear words aimed at him, and has been slapped more times than he’d like to admit. He’s resigned to only using public transportation to travel, because he doesn’t trust his luck behind the wheel of a two-ton vehicle.
But he’s far from bitter. He’s smart, and resourceful, and works hard to overcome his naturally rotten luck. He takes the misfortune (with whom he is on a first name basis) in stride, and remains cheerful through it all, much like his best friend and room-mate, Joly. You’ll never meet anyone quite as obsessed with bad puns and knock-knock jokes as the two of them, or as strangely happy, despite the odds.
And if you ever need a laugh, just ask him for his top ten funniest awkward situations, and he’ll be more than happy to describe them all in side-splitting detail.
If you’ve never been legitimately worried that Combeferre might be the leader of the Mafia and/or an underground drug cartel, you don’t know him well enough.
On the outside, sure, he seems like your typical, everyday med-student and moth enthusiast, but get to know him and you’ll realize he is so much more. See, as far as the infamous triumvirate goes, Enjolras comes up with the madcap schemes, Courfeyrac convinces other people to get involved, and Combeferre is the one who makes sure they don’t get caught. Combeferre is logic, the calm level-headed reason that gently tells Enjolras maybe painting every statue in the city red as a political statement is not the best idea. So if you ever happen to find yourself standing on a street corner in the middle of the night, in a banana suit and holding a potted cactus, and Combeferre drives up in a car you’ve never seen before and says ‘get in, hurry, and don’t ask questions’, just go with it. It’s probably better you don’t know.
It’s actually what makes Combeferre such a valuable friend; he’s always there to help you out of a crisis, whether it be 'ferre, help, I think I accidentally bought an alpaca’ (marius) to 'ferre, i’ve been arrested for disturbing the peace again’ (three guesses as to who, the first two don’t count). He tries to be a calm, composed, emotionless machine of logic, but he’s really just a big softie who loves all his friends dearly. Even if he does occasionally hang up on them when they call him at midnight, asking to be collected from the Mexican border.
He believes, first and foremost, in the equality of all people, even the really annoying ones who he may or may not have thrown a book at when they refused to stop blasting Beyoncé at three in the morning.
One last thing about the guide: never get him angry.
He’s well read in pretty much everything, so if you’re his friend and happen to be wrong about something, he’ll dismantle your argument using a few choice words that make you consider something in a new light. But if you’re openly an entitled, insensitive bigot? He will treat you to a complete analysis of exactly why you’re a grade-A asshole, destroy the very foundation of your belief system, and leave you, stunned silent, in the shattered remains of your bigoted ideas.
It’s one of the unwritten rules of the universe that in every major city, there must be one bad neighborhood. And not just bad in a ‘the neighborhood toughs will break into your car and steal from you’ way, but in a 'eight-year-olds will shank you for looking at them funny’ way. And in everyone of those bad neighborhoods is at least one motel owned by a grimy, creepy middle-aged man. The motel rents by the hour and houses mainly crack dealers and meth addicts.
Eponine grew up in one of those motels, in one of those neighborhoods. And when you have a childhood like she did, you have to grow up tough or the city eats you alive.
Eponine has never claimed to be a 'good’ person, because she isn’t. She’s not good, or sweet, or delicate. She’s the daughter of a wolf and she’ll protect what’s hers; fight tooth and nail for the people she loves, but she’s not some goody two-shoes who just happens to live under difficult circumstances. That’s Cosette’s job, not hers.
So yeah, she’s been arrested a couple times (nothing major, petty larsony and a couple fights that she didn’t start but she sure as hell finished), and she’s done some things she’s not totally proud of. She’s a little rough around the edges; she carries around two switchblades and for a while kept a razor blade in her mouth, just in case, but that’s a mark of the environment.
And, okay, sure. She’d like to get out, do something different with her life, something special and important, but that’s not gonna happen to her. Gavroche maybe has a chance, but Eponine? She’ll be lucky if she doesn’t go down in a blaze of gunfire before she’s thirty, and she’s okay with that.
Euphrasie ‘Cosette’ Fauchevelent is quite possibly the sweetest, most charitable woman ever to try to stab someone with her stiletto heel.
The most common misconception about Cosette is that she’s a shallow, vain, vapid little girl who only cares about her looks. In reality, she’s just exceptionally well-rounded. She’s not going to pretend she doesn’t know she’s pretty just to please other people, but she’ll always make sure you realize how beautiful you are, too. She likes pretty clothes and cute things, and she helps run clothing drives and donation centers so others can have nice things that make them happy along with the necessities. She’s got a smile that lights up a room and makes sure to greet every person she meets with it, just on the off-chance they’re having a bad day. Yes, she can be silly, yes, she spends a good half hour in the morning getting ready, and yes, she’s kept every stuffed animal she’s ever been given and has them all on her bed. However, don’t think for a second that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take her seriously.
Cosette’s adopted father, Jean Valjean, is a man whose daughter is essentially his entire world, as well as an ex-convict who knows that a young woman needs to be able to protect herself. Because of this, Cosette is well-versed in self defense and mixed martial arts (she teaches a free class every Saturday at the local community center) and could probably break most of the bones in your body if she needed to.
She knows that not everyone has been as lucky as she has and wants to help in any way she can; contributing to feminist movements, spending her free time running reading programs for kids at the library, working in shelters for teens and kids who don’t have homes to go to anymore, and just trying to make the world a better place.
She may not be the most violent of world-changers (except for the aforementioned incident involving a misogynist, an unsolicited hand where it should not have been, and Cosette threatening to stab a man with her heel but settling for breaking his nose) but she does believe in the power of kindness, love, and generosity, and sometimes that makes a world of difference.
Courferre. ^_^ And the three words are: Nervous first date.
you guys know me so well
When Combeferre finally gets up the courage to knock on the door, he expects to see a well-dressed, impossibly attractive Courfeyrac grinning at him as he leans casually (and in the most frustratingly attractive way imaginable) against the door frame. What he gets instead, however, is a frazzled, guilty-looking Courfeyrac and the smell of something burning wafting over him as soon as the door swings open.
“Hi,” Courfeyrac says weakly, “I tried to make my mom’s banana bread recipe you always liked, but- um, well, my hair wasn’t quite right and I wanted everything to be perfect and I got dressed eight and a half times because I wasn’t sure whether you’d like the green shirt to match my eyes or the blue because it’s your favorite color and- the banana bread might have a little bit caught fire. Maybe.”
Combeferre bites back a laugh, brushing a bit of banana chunk from Courfeyrac’s cheek. “Enjolras threw me out of the house because I kept asking him whether you’d like my blue jeans or my slightly bluer jeans better- and I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to knock on your door for the last ten minutes.” He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear with a meek smile, “Wanna order some Chinese food?”
“I mean, we’re not so different, you and me.” Grantaire says, watching as Combeferre tries to sit down on the couch and keeps slipping through it.
“Dammit-” He says, floating back up to try again. Shutting his eyes, Combeferre whispers, “The chair is solid, the chair is solid. I am solid, and cannot pass through something solid.” He opens his eyes and looks back to Grantaire. “How so?”
“Well, I mean, obviously, you’re dead, I’m dead inside-”
“Hilarious.” Combeferre says, holding out a hand and swearing under his breath as it passes through the couch cushion.
“Drifting endlessly through the abyss, never able to touch the person we love,we have the same taste in literature and music, I have no life,” This earns a small chuckle from the ghost, who rolls his eyes fondly at Grantaire. “And neither do you. Hell, you don’t belong to the living or the dead, I don’t belong to the hetero or homosexuals, we’re both caught between two worlds…” He trails off, in thought, as Combeferre frowns, frustrated and half listening. “There is one advantage you have over me, though.”