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i cant believe @apprcnticesuprcmc invented genuine compliments……..

musichetta literally gives no fucks about what she’s ‘supposed’ to say, or do (hence the lovely polyamorous relationship)

and so like a week after she meets Les Amis she’s at a meeting and scoffs at Enjolras in front of everyone, so he’s obviously not happy about this and sneers “do you have a problem?”

and she just looks him dead in the eye and goes “yeah, it’s called cramps, because I’m on my period.”

and the entire room goes silent and enjolras stutters out “i’m… sorry?”

and musichetta just goes “whatevs, I’m just bleeding out of my vagina, it’ll go away in a day or two” and goes back to playing angry birds

anonymous asked:

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”

anonymous asked:

Courferre: "Can I tell you a secret?"

mini prologue to this

Prince Courfeyrac has a reputation to uphold.

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.”

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joly being a descendent of the Oracle of Delphi

joly who sends a mass text to his friends in the morning that just says ‘today feels like an umbrella sort of day’ and they all laugh at what has to be a joke, because the weather’s predicted to be sunny and hot (then run for cover when a four day long rainstorm begins that afternoon)

joly who tells courfeyrac he should start talking preventative medicine for his sneezing, even if he insists 'it’s just allergies’ (and brings him, enjolras and combeferre hot soup when they all get the flu three days later)

joly who always has an icepack waiting in the fridge when bossuet comes home with a brand new injury, or is happily waiting at the bar five minutes before grantaire even thinks to drown his latest sorrows

joly whose intuition the rest of les amis have long since learned to pay attention to (ever since the students’ rights protest when joly 'had a feeling’ elm street wouldn’t have a police barrier set up and, for the first time in the history of les amis’ protests, no one got arrested)

joly who uses his birthright to take care of his friends and the people around him

elisahamilton  asked:

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

gotohellstephano  asked:

joly giggling whenever he hears a really cheesy joke and then immediately telling it to musichetta who laughs and snorts (which then in turn makes bossuet laugh). sometimes their friends will just see the three of them having a gigglefest and they just shake their heads with a smile bc they're such dorks

what dorks oh my goodness

okay well my personal favorite joke headcanons for these three are as follows:

joly is the master of puns and innuendo. and no one expects it because he’s like this little innocent ball of fluff but he can make anything dirty and has serious skill when it comes to ‘that’s what she said’

bossuet is the only person in the world over the age of seven who still likes knock-knock jokes but he tells them so earnestly and with such glee that you can’t just not laugh. also he’s a master of physical comedy, not just like tripping but the way he’ll stop and change directions while running is hilarious like he’s just naturally good at it

musichetta is excellent for two things: comical facial expressions, and stories. and i’m talking either really long, detailed, fascinating stories that she draws out for ten minutes that end with a pun or stand-up comedy level stories of hilarity that are so funny you don’t stop laughing the entire time she’s telling the story

anonymous asked:

Combeferre who takes forever to realize Courfeyrac is in love with him even though Courfeyrac has made him tons of mixed tapes/playlists basically declaring his love via music but Combeferre thinks there's no way someone that hot could want him in that way and just thinks Courfeyrac does that for everyone. Also he may believe Courfeyrac is in love with Marius

Oh my god I kind of adore oblivious Combeferre like

Courfeyrac makes him a mixtape entitled ‘I Love You I Do’ containing primarily old classic love songs (Etta James’ ‘At Last’ is on there twice), Combeferre figures he’s just being friendly.

They go out to dinner every Friday, just the two of them, and they always dress nicely. Combeferre thinks it’s because Enjolras hates fancy restaurants, and no one else will go with Courf.

Courfeyrac introduces him to people as ‘my boyfriend’, Combeferre figures he’s playing some hilarious (unintentionally painful) joke.

Courfeyrac sitting Combeferre down one night with a serious expression and saying, “I’m concerned you might not realize that we’re dating” and Combeferre just stares at him for like five minutes straight.

anonymous asked:

Please please please can I have a courferre au where they're doctors or maybe courfeyrac is a nurse that all the old ladies love and sneaks the little kids candy and stickers and ferre is "that charming doctor" who gives kind smiles and is always thoughtful and brilliant. And oops the cuties fall in love/love each other.

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anonymous asked:

enjolras knew that she was attractive. attractive enough to distract many, make some question themselves, and cause a hell of a lot of insecurities all the way around. and she was ruthless about it. for high school debates, she would purposefully leave her blouse unbuttoned just a little too low, leave her golden waves flowing loosely around her shoulders, and brush a little shimmer on her eyes just to distract the opponents. if that contributed to her undefeated record? she wasn't complaining

i don’t know what prompted this but fem!enjolras using her body to distract and conquer yes gosh yes

enjolras who struts down the hallway flanked by short and curvy courfeyrac and tall and thin combeferre and once broke a boy’s nose in homeroom because he grabbed her ass as she walked by

who promotes body positivity and feminism and same-sex marriage and can’t go through a single class without calling the teacher out on his sexist bullshit and has been sent to the office so much the receptionist doesn’t even care anymore (‘what’d you do this time, mrs. enjolras?’ ‘i called professor smith a sexist fucknugget and said his entire class was a pitiful excuse for him to project his insecurities that revolve around some outdated ideal of masculinity and the fact that his wife obviously hates him’ ‘mm-hmm, have a seat dear’)

who dresses in bright red blazers and pencil skirts and six-inch heels, and wears blood-red lipstick and perfectly winged eyeliner simply because she can (and in college she gets the most attractive undercut in all of human history and dies the tips of her blonde hair red)

who, every time a girl says ‘god, you’re lucky you’re pretty’ or ‘i wish i looked like you’ gives them at least three honest compliments and maybe gives them a makeup tip or hair advice if they ask for it and will not put up with any of this patriarchal ‘women-putting-down-other-women-to-feel-beautiful’ bullshit (god help the poor soul who tries to use the the compliment ‘you’re not like other girls’ on enjolras)

disloyalorder  asked:

courferre + combeferre as the king's son and courfeyrac as a noble's son who stands as his squire working on becoming a knight (so it's rather renly/loras-esque situation up in here)

Courfeyrac takes a step back to look over his best friend and future king. He is certainly not the young boy Courfeyrac once stole sweets from the kitchens with- he is a man, both in face and stature (he towers over Courfeyrac, which is a constant annoyance), and dressed in full mail and cape, he looks every bit the proud, regal future king he was always meant to be.

Courfeyrac hates it.

Today, they ride out to meet Combeferre’s future bride, Magdalena. She is known for her beauty, and her kingdom is known for its wealth; it is a perfect match, one that has been arranged for years. The mere thought of it makes Courfeyrac sick. He has thought of a hundred ways of telling Combeferre how he feels, and a thousand ways he could be put to death when Combeferre tells his father. So he keeps silent, and safe, and says, “My lord, your gauntlets.” 

“Don’t call me that. You know I hate it when you and Enjolras address me by my title.” Combeferre huffs, holding out his arms to Courfeyrac. “Anyway, you should be pleased- father has agreed to reconsider your bid for knighthood upon our return.”

Courfeyrac swallows with difficulty. “Yes, my-” He pauses, remembering the command. “Combeferre.”

“Your Combeferre?” His lips turn upward in a smirk, and oh, if only he knew what smiles like that did to Courfeyrac, he might not be so cruel as to inflict them.

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bahoreal  asked:

courferre, dragons. (Good luck with your projects!)

“What the hell is that.”

Damn. His hand stills behind his back, and his fingers clench a little tighter around the binding of the stolen book. Courfeyrac shuffles awkwardly, biting his bottom lip, before saying quietly, “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

Combeferre raises his eyebrows so high they almost disappear under his hairline, and cries incredulously, “How the hell would I not notice?”

“I know, I know.” Courfeyrac holds out the leather-bound book guiltily. “I’m sorry, I just- I know it’s your favorite book so I just borrowed it because I wanted to-”

“What? No- Courfeyrac, are you-” Combeferre stares at him, before gesturing wildly, and saying, as calmly as he can manage, “I was referring to the giant scaled beast behind you, actually.”

Oh. Ohh.” Courfeyrac glances behind him, where Eiana is watching them both with bored eyes, smoke curling lazily out of her nose. “Yeah, that’s my dragon.”

“You- you have-” Combeferre takes a deep breath, then says, taking care to enunciate every word, “My-boyfriend-is-standing-in-front-of-possibly-the-last-dragon-left-on-this-earth-and-somehow-thought-I-was-talking-about-a-book-what-in-the-six-worlds-is-wrong-with-you.”

“Hey, in my defense, you’re very passionate about your books.” Courfeyrac says, and Combeferre stares at him incredulously as Eiana growls quietly in response to the other man’s words. “Basically this is Eiana, I’m a dragon rider, sixth generation, there are a handful of us left in the worlds, and also don’t tell anyone or we’ll have to go into hiding again. Oh, and I spilled something on your book and I’m really sorry.”

Combeferre’s mouth falls open as he stares at Courfeyrac, then at Eiana, then back at Courfeyrac. Finally, he lifts his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he shuts his eyes tight, muttering, “Oh my god Courfeyrac I’m going to throw you off a bridge.

Smiling meekly, Courfeyrac tries to ignore the way Eiana makes a low, rumbling noise that even someone who’s never seen a dragon in their life could recognize as laughter.

anonymous asked:

Courfeyrac/Marius; Yoga class

[Don’t.]

[Stop.]

[Don’t look at his ass.]

[It’s weird.]

[Don’t do it.]

[Frick, Marius, don’t do it.]

[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?”

[Fuck.]

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.”

And really, how could Marius say no?