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Did I do that well? Very, very well.

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Aaron Tveit performing Pop Medley at HOB San Diego - 5/13/17

Please give proper credit if you use. Thanks!

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Grantaire,

If you’re reading this, then we’ve won our revolution and I am an incredibly brave man. Not because of any fighting I did or battles I won, although I hope it’s because of that too. I am an incredibly brave man because this is not something I’m good at, I am afraid I will fail, and yet here I am, doing it anyway; or, at least trying to. That’s why I’m writing this instead of telling you in person. My words would get tangled in my throat and it would be a mess.

I’ve always thought rather than felt. I’m surprised my parents weren’t more concerned. As a result of this predisposition, I’ve become all rationality and no emotion.

You may be one step ahead of me, because the above statement was a lie. I’ve only recently realized that I am a very emotional person, I had just never thought about it that way. Furthermore, to my horror (this caused quite a hefty existential crisis) I have come to realize that hardly any of my actions have been motivated by rationality at all. I am a compulsive liar, Grantaire. Maybe not to others, but to myself, absolutely.

I feel as though I’ve cheated myself out of a fair few things in life due to this self-deception. For instance, and perhaps quite obviously, I’ve considered myself married to the revolution, and therefore didn’t see the merit in pursuing any sort of relationship with anyone, romantic or platonic. Any friendships I’ve somehow made have been exclusively consequential and entirely by accident, and for those, I am extremely grateful.

However, Grantaire, this letter is not addressed to any of them. If you’ve read any further than the name at the top of the page, you will have noticed that I am writing to you. I promise what I have to say is completely truthful, regardless of the fact that I called myself a liar earlier. I know I’ve been a jackass to you up until now, with few instances of kindness. Grantaire, I am heartily sorry. In reality, your friendship is the one I cherish the most. In an ideal world, this would be obvious from my actions, and there would be no reason for you to have any doubt in your mind that this is true. However, this is clearly not an ideal world (although, if we won, maybe it is now) and I acknowledge that you have always deserved a much better friend than I was able to be for you. I am writing to you for a few reasons, the most important being that you understand the guilt I feel. I apologize from the bottom of my heart, and I hope you can forgive me for the tactlessness and insensitivity I have shown.

Along those lines, during the trials we endured throughout our revolution, I failed to impress upon you how much your courage and dedication meant to me. None of our friends were so blindly loyal to me, and while that was never a requirement, it helped me immensely to keep going on the darker days we saw. Your bravery, too, was incredibly inspirational to me. Life has not been kind to you, your liver can vouch for that. I don’t think I’ve said this to you before, but I have often thought that if I had ever endured so much as a fraction of the loss you’ve experienced, I don’t think I would be strong enough to move on, with or without constant inebriation. For this feat, I admire you deeply.

You have become my dearest friend, Grantaire, and I feel comfortable enough now to tell you that I love you. It is my hope that we can remain friends for years and years to come, perhaps even our whole lives if we can stand it.

Thank you again for everything, and I hope this new world we’ve helped to create is worth it. I hope it’s treating you well thus far.

Enjolras

PS Do you see why I couldn’t say all of that to your face? It would’ve been a nightmare, I would’ve come off as a complete asshole instead of only kind of an asshole.

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Enjolras wears ugly turtle neck sweaters pass it on

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Hamlet: My dad's dead.

Horatio: I-

Hamlet: My uncle's gonna die.

Horatio: I l-

Hamlet: Polonius is dead.

Horatio: I lo-

Hamlet: Ophelia is dead.

Horatio: I lov-

Hamlet: Shit, the Queen's dead.

Horatio: I love-

Hamlet: Fuck, Laertes is dead.

Horatio: I love y-

Hamlet: Ha! The King is dead.

Horatio: I love yo-

Hamlet: Oh fuck, I'm dead.

Horatio:

Horatio:

Horatio:

Horatio: I love you.

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Hamlet: Wow, the stars sure are beautiful tonight.

Ophelia: Yeah, they are.

Hamlet: You know who else is beautiful?

Ophelia: *blushes* Who?

Hamlet: Horatio.

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REMEMBER WHEN MY BEST FRIENDS DID THAT!!! I LOVE MY BOYS JOE AND JASE !!! PLEASE !!!

Joseph and Jason had E/R for their cake topper !!!!!!

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So… I bought a second hand copy of Les Misérables. What I didn’t notice until recently was that someone (I’m guessing it’s the former owner?) had pencilled in the initial ‘R’ and a date.

And now I can’t help but imagine a reincarnation AU where Grantaire reads Les Misérables, and realises that hey, this cynic person is pretty much him, right down to the Unrequited Crush on a Blond SJW ™.

And Enjolras reads the book as well and can’t help but feel bad for everyone in it, especially Grantaire. He gets slightly frustrated with the Oblivious Blond SJW ™ for being so clueless about how Grantaire feels, because- as he puts it to Combeferre- it should be pretty obvious, and why the hell doesn’t he figure it out?

Combeferre has to struggle to keep from slamming his head into the table.

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This is the finished version of the draw from a prompt that an anon send to @grantaire-the-drunken-artist about Tangled!AU

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ᴵᶠ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈᶰ'ᵗ ᵗʰᵃᶰᵏ ʸᵒᵘ˒ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ᴮᵉᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵃˢᵗ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ˒ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ᵞᵒᵘ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗʳʸᶤᶰᵍ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ᵂʰʸ ᵐʸ ᴳʳᵃᶰᶤᵗᵉ ˡᶤᵖᵎ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ¹⁸⁶⁰˒ ���ᵐᶤˡʸ ᴱˡᶤᶻᵃᵇᵉᵗʰ ᴰᶤᶜᵏᶤᶰˢᵒᶰ

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e/R Aesthetic: The Hunchback of Notre Dame AU.

ft. Enjolras as Esmeralda/the Gypsy Boy + Grantaire as Quasimodo/the Outcast. Hugo wrote both these books why is there not more of this? Even though the actual book is tragic asf and everyone dies regardless….Fanfiction exists for a reason…

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“I’ll stand with the night, holding the moon at my side, with the sun in my heart.”

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Grantaire and Enjolras, the original ship. I cry every time at their death scene. 

“Do you permit it?” 

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e/R Aesthetic: Star Wars AU

Who’s more foolish; the fool, or the fool that follows him?

Enjolras -Better known as Sergeant Fauchelevent of the Rebel Alliance -General Lamarque’s right hand man -Mandalore is his home planet but neither he nor his mother or sister talk about it very much -Many say he’s better suited to being in a political position like Valjean, then again those are the same people who he can pin down with a blaster in three moves and have never witnessed his guilty pleasure in driving swoop bikes -For some inexplicable reason was chosen to play the recruiter and was dumped into the first shuttle to Mos Eisley -Still doesn’t see why the man he was sent to find is so important - there’s thousands of other scoundrels just like him across the galaxy -Nor will he ever cease to be amazed at how said man is capable of drinking Port in a Storm on a regular basis, that stuff was positively foul and he will forever regret being persuaded by Courfeyrac to try it. Grantaire -A known Pamarthean mercenary and infamous gambler -Also force-sensitive, though he doesn’t realise that that is part of the reason his gambles are so often successful. -Pilots a heavily modified Rogue-class starfighter ironically named The Corinth, even though its far from just an ornament. -The Rebllion’s been wanting him on their side for a while now, and he knows the reason why. He knows a lot of things, been to a lot of places, friends with a lot of people. A lot of his info network can be attributed to his Rattataki informant, Eponine. But unlike him there was no way that Ep would be swayed towards anywhere else but the side of neutrality. -‘Send your prettiest with a nice amount of credits, then we’ll see if my life is worth your little rebellion.’ Was the reply he sent back to Senator Valjean.Granted it probably wasn’t the smartest choice of words but its not like he was completely sober at the time. -Thinks Sergeant Blondie should really learn to appreciate a fine wine. In honour of Carrie Fisher’s passing I just had to churn out something Star Wars related ;-; Rest easy princess, you’re one with the force now. And the rest of the world know you drowned in silver moonlight strangled by your own brassiere x

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angsty boys

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If I stare at your lips while we’re talking, just make out with me because it’s already on my mind