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isn't it nice when you're on vacation and your host gives you local sightseeing advice :)

("It was on the 3rd of May that we reached the little village of Meiringen, where we put up at the Englischer Hof, then kept by Peter Steiler the elder. At his advice, on the afternoon of the 4th we set off together ... We had strict injunctions, however, on no account to pass the falls of Reichenbach ... without making a small detour to see them.")

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One thing about the “permetes-tu” scene that nobody ever talks about enough is the imagery of Enjolras pinned to the wall by bullets (like a crucifixion) and Grantaire falling at his feet (as if in worship) and now I’m crazy again

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finally outing myself as les mis fan on main... help

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sometimes i think about what must have gone through enjolras’ mind upon realizing that grantaire was going to die with him. grantaire, the last person he expected to see… hell, he probably didn’t even waste a single thought on him. and then there he was, tenderly asking for enjolras’ permission to die together, even after all the rebukes and rebuffs he endured… still there for him, still by his side… what did the marble lover of liberty think? was he relieved, proud, happy? did he finally glimpse the extent of grantaire’s affection? in those final moments when he decided to take his hand with a smile, was it all a bit more bearable?

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merry christmas (cosette adoption day ^-^)

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It's their day today!!!!!!!!

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Grantaire hangs mistletoe in the most obvious spots, but Enjolras never notices. Frustrated, Grantaire finally stomps over and holds it over both their heads, grumbling “you’re missing the point!” before kissing Enjolras, leaving him flushed.

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Happy Cosette adoption day for those who celebrate

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Happy Holidays everyone! ♥︎♥︎♥︎

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Lovers Rock

an enjoltaire fic..

The dance was finally dying down, and as tradition holds, it's customary to hold a slow dance. Soon, the jazz died down, until a slow, amorous song began to play. Many of the Amis, and other goers coupled up, Joly leading Bossuet as he tumbles over his own feet, Courfeyrac forcing Combeferre. Many snagged their friends to dance. The only two remaining were Enjolras and Grantaire. Enjolras had been lingering around the whole dance, conversing about whatever he could. Grantaire was usually active and loud, keeping the energy up, but during the slow dance, he found himself alone. He glanced around, only seeing the fierce revolution leader, the man who made it clear he disdained, being the only other one alone. The leader, though, remained leaning against a wall, watching the crowd with scrutiny, he seemed almost lost in thought. Soon, Grantaire felt his face heat up, his head spinning as Enjolras began taking graceful, yet purposeful steps towards Grantaire. Grantaire stood, in his hand-me-down suit, one that wasn't even tailored to the man, but still fit him quite well, watching Enjolras, in a tailored and fitted suit with a red cravat tied around his neck as he approached. Soon, Enjolras stopped in front of him, not speaking a word, simply holding his hand out. A wordless request.

Grantaires world shattered in front of him, the surroundings seeming insignificant, he found himself frozen in response.

“May I have this dance, Grantaire?”

The simple words might have sent him into a frenzy right there, the sound of his voice falling from the mouth of this leader, was a new feeling. Something indescribable and yet something he yearned to feel more of.

“May you?”

Grantaire responded, his voice low and still confident as he finally took the other hand, immediately finding a hand on his hip as their fingers interlocked. Grantaire found himself struggling to stay focused, his mind going awry as they danced, thankfully keeping up with the others pace, the slow, yet pithy dance continued. The only few words were from Enjolras commenting on Grantaire's efficiency on keeping up, and a few heads up on the direction, as Grantaire had a reputation for getting confused on his lefts and rights, 'dyslexia' he always spoke.

The dance was coming to an end, the final measure began to play, and right before letting go, Enjolras pulled him close, spinning the cynic out onto the floor, the man twirling in a way that screamed they'd practiced this, before dipping the drunkard, a small, almost unseen smile on the leaders face as he let go of the man. Grantaire chuckled after, running a hand through his, at one point, neat curls, making them as messy as they always are.

The small chuckle seemed to echo as the orchestra continued, the music fastened, but not as jazzy as it was only moments prior. The hopeless and the hopeful continued to dance. The sight was almost unbelievable to anyone. The dance was calm, quaint, genuine. It wasn't filled with mockery, malice or sarcasm. The two men seemed to be having a good night with each other, something that, before this, seemed impossible to do with each other. Unfortunately, people started to say their goodbyes and farewells. Enjolras soon began to bid his farewells to Joly, Bossuet, Marius.. Then finally, a very disappointed Grantaire. A Grantaire who didn't want him to leave, one who's inebriated and still fun. A bold Grantaire who grabbed Enjolras by the waist when he came to say goodbye.

“Farewell, Grantaire.”

“Leaving to lift the sun, Apollo?”

“Something like that.”

The final song was dwindling, and right before Enjolras let go, he cupped the cynic's cheeks, pulled him down to his level, and pressed a firm, loving kiss to his lips. It lasted more than a moment, and when it ended, Grantaire nodded, his face flushed, a stupid, crooked smile on his face at the sudden action.

“Goodnight, Orestes.”

“Goodnight, Pylades.”

A smile, playing on the corners of Enjolras’ lips as he grabbed his coat from a maiden and exited the venue.

The hopeless found his hope.

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every time you reblog sleepy dan a transphobe dies

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Thinking about Les mis rn ily enjolras and id like to thank Aaron tveit and his wig for upsetting the trajectory of my life

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Creek!!

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la resistance but a little bit grown up 🤏🤏

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little drawing of my girlies before i manage to crank out the doodle requests people sent me!!!

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Enjolras has all of Les Amis in his will and whenever he's mad he says "That's it Grantaire you're out of the will"