Marine Le Pen is an avid Holocaust denier and all-around horrible, hideous person.  Thus, I get that French mayor’s point when, upon realizing his town had overwhelmingly voted for her, said: “I feel like quitting now. I don’t want to devote my life to these assholes.”

That might be one of the most powerful political quotes of 2017.  

  • me last year: oh boy, i’m so excited for phase 4! i can’t wait to hype it up!!
  • gorillaz:
  • me this summer: oh boy, i have so much spare time!! i would love some new content, or even the album!!
  • gorillaz:
  • me now: i’m studying for finals and don’t have time to talk about gorillaz

Enjolras always makes sure he looks his best for meetings, he want a to help make Les Amis look as professional as possible.

This of course means that Grantaire had never seen him without the extra level of preparation. They only ever saw each other at or after meetings.

And this of course means that the first time Grantaire sees enjolras with stubble, bed head and rumpled teeshirts and pajama pants after planing a rally for 4 days straight he legitimately can’t can handle it. Its to much. He doesn’t always come with freshly pressed button downs??? His hair isn’t always perfect????

He ends up spending the better part of their movie night staring at enjolras and wondering how on earth he thought this man could always be put together when he was so clearly more comfortable in a t shirt than he would ever be in a suit.

And how on earth he was equally attracted to both.

Mi sembra che sia meraviglioso quando due persone riescono a stare bene insieme senza innamorarsi, invece quando si innamorano o iniziano a dirsi che si amano o a introdurre le parole “per sempre” è come se in quel momento iniziasse l'atterraggio. Come se la frase “ti amo” fosse l'inizio della fine. Forse esagero… è un argomento su cui ultimamente sono molto confuso.
—  Fabio Volo

I love the idea of grantaire silently picking up his friends habits? Grantaire looks up to the stars while on smoke breaks, matching the Big Dipper and then Orion in the sky, whispering Sylvia Plath’s “I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to god, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn’t speak,” the very lines combeferre utters after a shitty protest. He grows onions on the windowsill, clipped from musichetta’s little city garden that grows wild and free in a small dingy flower box in her apartment. He takes to singing sea shanties when showering, right after bahorel, who father was a fisherman. Grantaire does slow waltzes in his small apartment kitchen with an invisible partner, just the way eponine does when it’s morning and she just got paid and is making gavroche pancakes. He learns to love the parts of him that are his friends, and maybe a bit of himself too


Ma France à Moi - Diam’s

Ma France à moi c'est pas la leur, celle qui vote extrême
Celle qui bannit les jeunes, anti-rap et pro-FN

Celle qui s'croit au Texas, celle qui a peur de nos bandes
Celle qui vénère Sarko, intolérante et gênante

(…) Et qui prétend s'être fait baiser par l'arrivée des immigrés
Celle qui pue le racisme mais qui fait semblant d'être ouverte
Cette France hypocrite qui est peut être sous ma fenêtre
Celle qui pense que la police a toujours bien fait son travail

(…) Non, c'est pas ma France à moi, cette France profonde
Alors peut être qu'on dérange mais nos valeurs vaincront
Et si on est des citoyens, alors aux urnes la jeunesse

Ma France à moi leur tiendra tête, jusqu'à ce qu'ils nous respectent