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S1 - TV, TF1

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had a dream i lost a silver necklace and i get a text from this guy asking if its valuable and I reply no, just sentimental, and he replies back to me with a video of him giving the necklace to a large scarab who immediately buried it in the desert

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being alive is so fucking scary but god do i love to love!!!! i love to love!!! i was put here to love. so much of life is so uncertain and unpredictable. but my love will be constant if i let it.

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I sent a letter today - something I haven’t done for years

It’s full of plastic bread clips

It’s for Science

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I saw someone in my tags waiting for an Adam backflip gif...I GOT U FAM.

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You guys I just realized that what I’ve always wanted out of werewolf fiction is a story where lycanthropy isn’t a purely human condition

Like this dude wakes up from his wolfbender and his room is full of all these fucking chickens from local farms that he initiated into his pack. They all start clucking and crowing at the moon and when it’s full they all transform into these tiny little weird bipedal wolves with wings.

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One headcanon I do really like is Grantaire being an older brother figure to the Thenardier siblings.

It’s so endearing. Just this cynical jester of man taking a severely depressed teenage girl, the middle child of all middle children, and hell on two legs (i.e. a twelve year old boy) under his wing and being like “damn, y’all live like this 🤨?” and it’s stupid but somehow it turns into proper sibling-hood cause he brings by things from the places he frequents without Thenardier seeing and you know he gives the WORST life advice but after a while it makes Eponine laugh cause “what the hell is this idiot talking about?” and he takes Azelma on “expeditions” around Paris and lets her ramble about things she finds interesting and lets Gavroche play with his paints and crash on his couch and it’s so stupid it’s so silly it’s so endearing

Edit: he sees the other two boys on the street as he’s meandering through the city one day and he has to do a double take because “they look so much like those other kids” and when he comes to the conclusion that they’re related he’s just like “no fucking way” and starts reciting horribly dramatic sentiments about how cruel the world is, while the boys stare at him like 😐😐 and then he takes them out to lunch or something

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exr tenrose au where grantaire is a 900 year old face changing time and space travelling depressed war vet alien and enjolras is his spunky blonde companion who's always helping everyone and asking about labour rights

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i miss grantaire 

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Grantaire...

Curious how Victor Hugo manages to fuse personality into the characters. Grantaire may be in coadjuvant but he's so... quick-witted, intelligent and well-spoken, with a very social demeanor, but with a bottle in hand and alcohol in his body, he becomes easily depressing, truly dejected, melancholy and downright unhappy. And I sympathize???

They are characters so different from each other, it's crazy how the same author who creates the merciful, religious and God-fearing Bishop Charles-François-Bienvenu Myriel, creates Grantaire too and so many other characters with such different and profound personalities.

Grantaire has such a skeptical view of life (see everything from a negative dogmatism point of view, that is, his justice about things is always conditioned by a feeling of disbelief, do not confuse with questioning, in the skeptic there is a surly, bitter, unproductive denial – people like that are usually pessimistic). This is described in the book as: "Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in anything." He's not genuinely a person contrary to those around him, his cynicism isn't an act of provocation towards his peers only, but really how he views life and the world.

In the book: “He was ironical and cordial. His indifference loved. His mind could get along without belief, but his heart could not get along without friendship”.

And too, he says :

“Gentlemen, my father always hated me because I could never be a mathematician. And here, too, I don't understand your love of freedom and the republic! I'm just Grantaire, the good guy! As I never had money, I never got used it, and therefore I never lacked it; however, if I were rich, there would be no poor people, you would see! Oh, if good hearts were the ones with good fortunes, it would be different and things would go along a different path! Why, imagine Jesus Christ, with the Rothschild fortune! What good would he do!(…)”

“In fact, this circumstance has just confirmed my conjectures about the situation of God's fortune, and judging by so many poverties that already exist up there and down here, in view of so much misery in everything, I suspect that God does not it's very rich there. There is appearance, it is true, but one knows the poverty that is hidden. Oh, by all the saints on Olympus and by all the gods in Heaven, I wasn't born to be a Parisian, I was born for the easy life, but that's not how anyone's life is. In view of this I will drink more. The earth is absurd. Oh, old world, old world! You are the vile vessel of demoralization, deprivation, prostitution, ambition, ineptitude!” And Grantaire, after this burst of eloquence, had a burst of coughing, which he deserved.

“My friends, I hate the human species! (...) I think it is time to clarify the human being. But here comes sadness to take possession of me again!"

"Oh my God! Morality is something that does not exist in this world! Oh, what in this world goes birds of prey! Almost all are bad eagles! So many that I am afraid of them. So, don't believe in anything. The only reality is drinking. Whatever your opinion, it doesn't matter, it's all about drinking!". This was his axiom: "There is but one certainty, my full glass."

Grantaire, completely intoxicated, stunned the ears of those around him, in one of the corners, disagreeing in a thunderous voice and shouting: “I am thirsty. Mortals, here is my desire: I wanted to drink, because I want to forget life. Life is a hideous invention by I don't know who. Something that lasts nothing and is worth nothing; and we kill each other to live. Life is a frame about to come crashing down. Happiness, a panel painted only on one side. Ecclesiastes says that all is vanity. It is a pity that I am ignorant, otherwise I would quote you an immensity of things; but I don't know anything. I used to be gifted when I was in art class, but there are so many vices in virtue…” Bossuet tried to shut him up and Joly said “don't give Grantaire any more wine, he ends up this penniless and a little mad”, but R kept going at the top of his lungs “Who gave you such a right without my permission? And too much, I'm sad. What do you want you to say? Man is bad, man is deformed, miserable, infamous, melancholic... and I am angry, enraged, bored, I can only open my mouth, I feel dead, I feel stupid (...)”

"wine, mediocre source of dreams. Grantaire was an adventurous drinker of dreams. In the first glasses Grantaire, his prodigious joy appeared; then he reached this dismal (macabre) phase, a fearful intoxication, half-opened in front of him, instead of making him stop, it attracted him. He had left education aside and had left the cup, drinking from the bottle. The measure is the abyss. Having no opium at hand (used as a narcotic, taking the person into a stupor rather than anesthesia), nor hashish (cannabis extract used as a narcotic), and wanting to fill his brain with twilight, he had resorted to the dreadful mixture of brandy, beer and absinthe, which produces terrible lethargy (unconsciousness). It is from the three vapours, beer, brandy, absinthe, that the lead of his soul is composed. And his darkness is three: Nightmare, Night, Death, fluttering over his sleeping psyche".

“However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. To whom did this anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To the most absolute. In what manner had Enjolras subjugated him? By his ideas? No. By his character. A phenomenon which is often observable. A sceptic who adheres to a believer is as simple as the law of complementary colors. That which we lack attracts us. No one loves the light like the blind man. Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras. That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it, and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him.”

One might almost say that affinities begin with the letters of the alphabet. In that sequence, O and P are inseparable. You might just as well say O and P as Orestes and Pylades.

"A true satellite of Enjolras, Grantaire lived within this circle of young men (les amis de l'ABC). He dwelt among them, only with them was he happy, he followed them everywhere. His pleasure was to watch these figures come and go in a wine-induced haze. They put up with him because of his good humour. In his belief, Enjolras looked down on this sceptic; and in his sobriety, on this drunkard. He spared him a little lordly pity. Grantaire was an unwanted Pylades. Always snubbed by Enjolras, spurned, rebuffed and back again for more, he said of Enjolras, ‘What marmoreal magnificence'."

"There are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the other side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechmeja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the obverse of Enjolras".

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i would’ve never guessed that a crossdressing anime character in the 90s would’ve actually led to a good joke

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Enjolras: Why are you drinking?

Grantaire: I drink when I'm depressed.

Enjolras: But you're always drinking?

Grantaire:*smug grin*

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Les Amis as frogs

Enjolras

Horror frog - I chose this frog for enj for two reasons. 1, it has lots of luscious hair on its body and 2, it's very very aggressive. Like this frog breaks its own bones and pokes them through its skin to attack predators. Scary

Combeferre

Green and Black poison dart frog - this frog is highly intelligent and can make maps in its mind or something or other idk I didn't read the full Wikipedia article. I'm also losing my breath laughing over the idea of a frog with glasses so do with this info what you will

Courfeyrac

Red-eyed tree frog - this frog has a very bright colour palette and uses it to startle and confuse their predators. What an icon ✨

Joly

Paedophryne amauensis - this frog definitely has Joly vibes and tell me the idea of Joly being the smallest frog species ever isn't adorable oh that's right you can't I'm right

Bossuet

Glass frog - I don't know exactly why I chose this one but it radiates bossuet vibes. See through skin = Baldness??? Your guess is as good as mine

Grantaire

Purple frog - this frog spends a majority of its life underground in its depression hole. Then after it mates, it goes right back into its depression hole. Also it looks like this. Ugly little slime blob mwa mwa

Bahorel

Goliath frog - I was pretty stumped on this one but I think the Goliath frog matches him pretty well. They are very very big and could probably beat me and my dog up just like him

Feuilly

Mossy frog - look at it aaw pretty frog <3 also this frog will curl itself into a ball and hope it's predators go away when threatened aaw me too bestie me too

Jehan

Poison dart frog - ok look at this frog and tell me it doesn't scream Jehan. It's very very pretty and also very very deadly just like him

Bonus Marius

Diane's bare-hearted glass frog/Kermit lookalike - look at those eyes. They've seen shit. They're traumatised. They look like they've just witnessed it's entire friend group die. Plus tell me Marius being the Kermit frog isn't hilarious

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One headcanon I do really like is Grantaire being an older brother figure to the Thenardier siblings.

It’s so endearing. Just this cynical jester of man taking a severely depressed teenage girl, the middle child of all middle children, and hell on two legs (i.e. a twelve year old boy) under his wing and being like “damn, y’all live like this 🤨?” and it’s stupid but somehow it turns into proper sibling-hood cause he brings by things from the places he frequents without Thenardier seeing and you know he gives the WORST life advice but after a while it makes Eponine laugh cause “what the hell is this idiot talking about?” and he takes Azelma on “expeditions” around Paris and lets her ramble about things she finds interesting and lets Gavroche play with his paints and crash on his couch and it’s so stupid it’s so silly it’s so endearing

Edit: he sees the other two boys on the street as he’s meandering through the city one day and he has to do a double take because “they look so much like those other kids” and when he comes to the conclusion that they’re related he’s just like “no fucking way” and starts reciting horribly dramatic sentiments about how cruel the world is, while the boys stare at him like 😐😐 and then he takes them out to lunch or something

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