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((I followed you right after I got into the glee fandom and that was… hm. good question. I suppose during the first season? I don’t remember when I made the move from LJ to Tumblr because, as you said, time is stupid.))

alright, so this isn’t easy to write, but I guess everyone has seen it coming, hm? I’m going to step down from the role of Joly. 

life just won’t stop keeping me busy and I don’t have time to give you guys the attention you deserve, which makes me feel guilty and I do not want a life where something I do for fun on the internet brings me guilt. 

considering that this is the best Joly URL in the world, I will keep the blog alive so that my successor can just take it. once you’ve found a new Joly, send them my way, I will give them access to this blog before leaving it.

keep on being awesome, y’all.

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I think I’ve been following you for almost 4 years now so no, I ain’t going anywhere. I’ll unfollow the RP blogs, but I’ll keep the personal ones I’m already following (and if I’m not, drop me a line and I shall fix that) because I do want to keep in touch.

alright, so this isn’t easy to write, but I guess everyone has seen it coming, hm? I’m going to step down from the role of Joly. 

life just won’t stop keeping me busy and I don’t have time to give you guys the attention you deserve, which makes me feel guilty and I do not want a life where something I do for fun on the internet brings me guilt. 

considering that this is the best Joly URL in the world, I will keep the blog alive so that my successor can just take it. once you’ve found a new Joly, send them my way, I will give them access to this blog before leaving it.

keep on being awesome, y’all.

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alright, so this isn’t easy to write, but I guess everyone has seen it coming, hm? I’m going to step down from the role of Joly. 

life just won’t stop keeping me busy and I don’t have time to give you guys the attention you deserve, which makes me feel guilty and I do not want a life where something I do for fun on the internet brings me guilt. 

considering that this is the best Joly URL in the world, I will keep the blog alive so that my successor can just take it. once you’ve found a new Joly, send them my way, I will give them access to this blog before leaving it.

keep on being awesome, y’all.

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some joly headcanons for you:

joly dresses like a very trendy fifth grader (see batcii for details) with outer space backpacks and animal print polo shirts and weird socks and this makes him courfeyrac’s favorite (as much as courfeyrac could have a favorite considering its courfeyrac)

joly is the shortest (also why he’s courfeyrac’s favorite) but he quite likes it because it means he gets to be carried everywhere he if whines hard enough or feigns his leg is acting up again (sometimes it is and he genuinely needs a piggyback ride but he’s not above abusing this power)

joly has three different canes: a fancier one that’s sleek and black and with a silver raven’s head for the top (it makes him feel like poe so he likes it, wears it with a top hat when he feels fancy); a daily one made of a nice dark wood (scratched by now of course), riddled with grantaire and jehan’s doodlings, with a hollow on the inside (weed and candy) and a changing topper (he has an octopus, giant eyeball, and saturn); and another daily one, metal and sturdy and slightly boring except for the cat head topper.

joly is excellent at cooking because he is a medical professional and he does everything precisely. This mean it takes forever for joly to make cookies or bloody marys or literally anything, but its always worth it because whatever he makes is delicious. (this annoys grantaire to know end who cooks like an artist, all messy countertops and flash and random measurements but bossuet is grateful because honestly surprises arent the best in his life anyway)

joly manages to find bandaids of the weirdest designs, like seriously where do you even find a robot riding a dinosaur in space bandaids?? sometimes joly gets blank ones and lets grantaire and jehan and bahorel and courfeyrac decorate them however they want (courfeyrac was suspended from this for a short while since he was putting glitter on all of them and bossuet nearly got an infection from it)

joly’s hair is impossibly neat and impossibly straight except for a few tufts at the front that stick in weird directions if he doesnt constantly comb them

sometimes people at the hospital think joly’s a little kid playing dress up and sometimes they treat him that way but joly loves his job so much and he’s so good at it

joly used to work at the hospital on rotation in the kid’s ward but he took a job at a small pediatrician office instead so he could get to know the kids better and watch them grow up and get to joke with them. the office is in a refitted house and all the exam rooms have a different theme and joly is a favorite because he’s so great at talking with little kids and gets genuinely excited about the same things as them

joly seriously loves disney and pixar movies and goes to the premieres with bossuet and courfeyrac and grantaire whenever he can

joly loves museums so much, and the foundation of his and combeferre’s relationship is based off going to history and science museums together and spending hours there talking until the security guard tells them its closing.

joly likes art too but he doesnt always get it but he makes sure to go with grantaire every month (bossuet doesnt do museums much, just to be safe, but he meets up with them in the cafe and listens to everything they saw)

joly eats toast with jam and half a fruit every single morning without fail. he’s a morning person and its unfathomable the way he can just spring up and be perfectly awake and content like that

joly loves cats. so much. he loves animals in general and if you take joly to the zoo he’s going to be so so excited, but joly is a cat magnet, they just seem to find him wherever he is. and he always talks to them

sometimes joly doesnt have much time to read so he has jehan or chetta or bossuet or grantaire read something out loud to him but he usually falls asleep after a few minutes

joly is notorious for falling asleep after a few minutes of anything

joly’s favorite part of the day is dawn, when the moon is still up and the sun isnt visible yet but everything’s all pastel and grey and lavender and just about to burst into gold, and its all quiet and melancholy and still and its just joly and his toast and fruit and the neighbor’s cat

joly loves drinking. he loves it when its him and bossuet and grantaire all crowded together at one of the tiny round tables of their favorite wine cafe, just like old times when they all first met, sharing two bottles between them and listening to grantaire ramble or bossuet tell jokes or joly switching between philsophy and whatever happened that day at work. it makes him feel grounded and safe and warm all over because he just loves them so much

joly is an excellent tenor, a fact he’s always sure to share at any opportunity. (the barbershop quartet is a real thing that happens sometimes, if you get chetta drunk enough and grantaire happy enough)

the only artistic ability joly possesses is the ability to draw a wickedly detailed skeleton

joly gets migraines a lot, invariably, some of them are bearable but some of them leave him lying in bed trying not to move or think or exist because it hurts so bad. combeferre thinks its a vertigo thing, but its all very unconfirmed

joly edits webmd articles to be more accurate

its not that joly googles symptoms and is a hypochondriac, its just that he’s a really really good doctor and he knows about even the most rare and obscure diseases or ailments you can get, incredibly specific stuff even combeferre’s never heard of. (often he’ll just ramble off a really long latin-sounding word and say that’s what you have when really it just means you have a cold but joly likes to fuck with people sometimes)

joly (and bossuet and chetta) is really, really good at sex. he’s proud.

joly doesnt really listen to much music and he owns just one cd and its of jazz.

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indirectly tagged by traitoratthebarricade

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- take a screenshot of your desktop - don’t change anything - don’t delete anything - tag at least five other people - repost do not reblog!

tagging the BUC who hasn’t done this yet

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Les Amis socialising headcanons:

- Enjolras: Ambivert, enjoys speaking to new people but needs his own space to reflect. Honest, concise communicator. Doesn’t ramble; even his impassioned rants aren’t waffle-y. Warm towards his friends, but his strident attitude can intimidate strangers.

- Courfeyrac: Extrovertiest extrovert that ever did extrovert. Will talk to literally anyone. Has long conversations with random strangers in shops. Speaks very expressively with loads of variation in pitch, speed, volume etc. loves to tell anecdotes. Also loves to exaggerate; by his own admission is melodramatic. Flirts with anything that moves.

- Combeferre: Introvert. Comfortable in social situations but prefers to listen than talk, most of the time. Has a dry sense of humour, wryly sarcastic with a tiny bit of self-deprecation. Matter-of-fact. Thinks before he speaks, sometimes maybe too much so. Dislikes parties/large social gatherings.

- Grantaire: Extrovert. Sings, laughs, rants at length, sows his little seeds of cynicism all over the place. Erratic communicator; sometimes he’ll talk for hours and other times you’ll only get a few words out of him. Completely un-self-conscious.

- Feuilly: Ambivert. Like Courfeyrac, will talk to anyone and everyone, but his friendliness is more level; measured. He chats rather than babbles or gushes. Because he’s very empathic, other people’s feelings can become exhausting and he needs downtime with a book to regroup.

- Jehan: Introvert. Will chatter with his friends ‘til the cows come home but suffers intense social anxiety around new people, especially large groups. Barely speaks at all in those situations. Has an enthusiastic, rambly, meandering style of speech with his friends.

- Bahorel: Extrovert. Makes up his mind about people very quickly. Loves a good ‘friendly argument’ but they sometimes get out of hand. Has a bit of a theatrical flair, but gets blunt and direct when angered. Loves socialising in a big group; likes to flit between conversations.

- Joly: Introvert. Polite and friendly to everyone but prefers interacting in smaller groups. Has a habit of second-guessing people which makes it difficult for him to fully open up. Speaks quickly and has a tendency to ramble. Enjoys talking but feels himself to be awkward, which makes him uncomfortable.

- Bossuet: Extrovert. The most easy-going, laid-back person you will ever meet. Really calm, never worries about anything. Has a playful, almost immature sense of humour. Loves to people-watch. More capable of being serious than people give him credit for.

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Reblog if Mun is 18 or older!

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“Do you want to talk about it?”

*pokes*

*frowns* What did you do that for? *pokes back*

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*smiles fondly* How's it going, dear?

*pokes*

*frowns* What did you do that for? *pokes back*

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*pokes*

*frowns* What did you do that for? *pokes back*

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When Bossuet fell in love with his best friend he thought, just my luck.

When Bossuet fell in love with his best friend’s new friend he thought, just my luck.

When Bossuet saw the two people he loved, fall in love with each other and start a relationship he thought, just my luck.

When a stuttering Joly and a smug-looking Musichetta approached him one late night and asked him to join them in bed, Bossuet cursed that he got to taste both of them once but never again, and thought: just my luck.

When neither Joly nor Musichetta woke as he snuck out in the lure of the night to go home, when all he really wanted was for them to wake up and ask him to come back to bed, he thought: just my luck.

When Bossuet ran into a distraught looking Joly in the street, after a week of successfully avoiding him, Bossuet cursed and thought: Just my luck. 

When Joly looked at him with watering eyes and a trembling lip, pleading for him to just please give us a chance, Bossuet hated that he hadn’t seen it clearly from the beginning, and thought: Just my luck.

When he woke up the next day with two bodes wrapped tightly around him, forcing him to stay in bed, and soak in the love they felt for him, Bossuet chuckled and thought with a wry smile, that perhaps, finally, his luck was turning.

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((if there’s people in the chatrooms right now, the mun would need the links to join because she seems to have lost them and would like to join in))

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have your mun in her current naturel habitat with an ~artsy filtre because she's still experimenting with her new iPhone

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psa about rping with me

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Bahorel discovers Oprah and takes her as his role model! He would have given you a foolhardy waistcoat too, Marius, but YOU DIDN’T SHOW UP TO THE MEETING THAT DAY… OR ANY OTHER DAY

(I sound like such a Marius hater all the time but I love that little dolt, it’s not my fault that he won’t commit to politics)

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Some men seem to be born the verso, the reverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patroclus, Nisus, Eudamidas, Hephaestion, Pechméja. They can live only on condition of leaning on someone else; their name is a sequel and can only be written preceded by the conjunction and; their existence is not their own; it is the other side of a destiny that is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the wrong side of Enjolras.  - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (translated by Julie Rose) I couldn’t resist doing another ambigram for these two…

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Montparnasse bit their bottom lip before dropping the note on the ground. (note later magnificent trio I need to go. I love you all.)

Joly almost didn't see the note in his haste to go back home, his eyes on his watch and walking briskly as he tried not to be late to yet another dinner, but as fate would have it, he paused for a minute to tie his shoe and saw it, dirty from having spent hours in the dirt. Joly scrunched up his nose, muttering about those damn litterers, when he recognized Montparnasse's handwriting. Picking up the note quickly, he read it and felt the blood drain from his face, his feet carrying him back home as his mind reeled, turning the content of the note over and over again in his mind.

"Bossuet? Musichetta? Is anyone home?" he called when he entered, dropping his keys on a table and toeing off his shoes.