How sad is it that if Grantaire thought that there was any way Enjolras would want to get away from the barricade alive he would have probably stayed sober for the entire fight, fought harder and more ferociously than anyone else in the desperate hope that he could save Enjolras. But he knew that Enjolras didn’t plan to make it out of there alive, he knew that either they won or Enjolras would die on the barricades, and so he drank himself half to death and when he saw a chance to die side by side with Enjolras, that last chance to redeem himself in Enjolras’ eyes, he did. 

anonymous asked:

Luckily no one needs to pretend, because it isn't.

Ladies and gentleman, above us is an interesting showcase of someone who is pretending Enjoltaire isn’t real. There are magnifying glasses to the left if you’d like to look closer, but please don’t scare the museum exhibit or he or she will get pissed and tell his or her followers to screw with me.

  • *classmate gets in trouble for talking when I was also talking*
  • me:who am I? Can I condemn this man to slavery pretend I do not feel his agony this innocent who bears my face who goes to judgment in my place. Who am I? Can I conceal myself forevermore pretend I'm not the man I was before and must my name until I die be no more than an alibi. Must I lie? How can I ever face my fellow men? How can I ever face myself again?
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It’s April 1st so here’s your dose of terrible Les Mis fandom blasphemy with Enjolras as the villain. I haven’t done a parody comic in a while and I’ve had this one in the back of my mind for a while so I thought why not do it but now I’m terrified because it’s a mess and here goes. Enjolras singing Be Prepared, Scar’s song from The Lion King, because it is anything but canon.

(There are a few more song parodies in my Disney tag. Also finally made a holiday tag.)

Les Amis Headcanons: People They Left Behind

Enjolras: The baker’s assistant, named by his parents François but usually called “you,” “boy” or “dimwit,” lived for 8:05 sharp every morning, because that was when Enjolras would come to buy his breakfast, pay the baker, and then say “Good day, Citizen François” and make François feel like a person. Enjolras was the only one who ever did this.

Combeferre: One of his patients was an elderly woman who was an absolute shrew to everyone except Combeferre, who reminded her of her dead son. After the barricade fell she turned desperate and asked every day why Monsieur Combeferre never came anymore. Nobody had the heart to tell her.

Courfeyrac: For the last few years he had had a friend, a gamin named Nicolas. They had breakfast together on Sunday, and when the weather turned cold Courfeyrac gave Nicolas his old jackets. Nicolas died of frostbite in November 1832, at the age of 11. Draw your own conclusions.

Jean Prouvaire: He was teaching his landlady’s son to play the flute, an endeavor that seemed futile to everyone but the two of them. When the boy finally managed to produce a few sounds he wanted to show his teacher immediately, but his mother told him that Monsieur Prouvaire had gone to some General’s funeral and she didn’t know when he would be back.

Bahorel: For all he griped about law, he had become very close to one of the professors. They spent many happy hours talking about every topic under the sun, and the professor sometimes thought of Bahorel as the child he’d never had. When he heard about the barricades, he knew immediately that Bahorel was involved, and refused to read the names of the casualties when the battle was over. Because he knew.

Feuilly:  He’d realized that the girl he’d been nursing a huge crush on actually felt the same way, and a romance started to develop. Every week he gave her a flower–which she dried and saved–and the night before he left for the barricade, they kissed for the first time. When the sun rose two days later, Feuilly had one kiss, Marie had thirty-seven flowers, and neither of those numbers would ever get any higher.

Bossuet: Over the years he had become friendly with one of the “regular” beggars, who always sat in the same spot beside a fountain. Every day Bossuet gave a him a few sous, plenty of schadenfreude and a sense of being something more than just another beggar on the streets of Paris. Then things changed, and it was back to only the birds for company.

Joly: After months of dithering and consulting with Bossuet, he decided that for Musichetta’s next birthday he would give her the gift of a marriage proposal. Musichetta’s birthday was June 8th.

Grantaire: His boxing partner looked forward to their weekly matches not only because he and Grantaire were great friends, but also because when they shook hands goodbye, Grantaire always slipped him some money. It wasn’t much to Grantaire, but the boxing partner was an underpaid workingman with a wife and six children, and that money sometimes meant food for the week.