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❝ Happy engagement anniversary, babe. ❞

               He grins and slips his arm around Enjolras. “Happy double engagement you mean,” he said, hand going towards Enj’s so that his his fingers could brush the band there.

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True Bi/Ace solidarity is both being able to make the joke “I like my men the way I like my women.” despite having vastly different punch lines.

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine STARTER SENTENCES #1

If I’m ever going to make captain, I need a good mentor; I need my rabbi. 

Meep morp zeep, robot captain engaged!

Thank you very much, sir. Testament to what can be achieved when you dress appropriately.

Here are two pictures. One is your locker; the other is a garbage dump in the Philippines. Can you guess which is which?

You also have more mice living in your desk than any other detective!

Well, he’s someone else’s problem now. Like you said, it’s out of your hands.

Wow, looks like he hates you even more than me.

God, you must have been the worst fourth grader ever.

So you were just borrowing those cars?

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding! You win a teddy bear!

All right, fine, darling; I’ll ask him. Excuse me, sir!

No, I know we’re lost! I think he’s an idiot.

Idiot?! Do you know why we’re out here in the middle of the night, ___? I was gonna propose to you! On the Brooklyn Bridge, where we met.

You know what? This is over. Say goodbye to this ring and everything it represents

I’m sad y'all are arresting me, but I gotta say, I’m glad you’re back together.

We’ve busted murderers; we’ve taken down cartels. But today we face the worst New York has to offer- the Fire Department.

I don’t have a lot of time. I need your full, signed confession. We have four minutes. We can do this.

Everyone, check your email. The greatest thing that could ever happen has just happened.

Who’s Kevin Cozner? Is he the star of Danzez With Wolvez?

Mm, it was kind of a last-minute invite. Just stirring the pot.

Aw, man. All the orange soda spilled out of my cereal.

Devastatingly handsome? I’m sorry. I’m uncomfortable with emotions.

Nice cop lingo! Look, I’m really sorry that we ruined your party. I’d love to make it up to you.

You should make me your campaign manager. I was born for politics! I have great hair and I love lying.

No, he did it doing something he’s embarrassed by. Like smiling. Only question is… how do you hurt your arm smiling?

Do you wanna know how I actually hurt my wrist?

Because no-one… will ever believe you.

Fine, abandon me! I don’t want you here anyway.

All right, I’ll just act like you. Say something so I can get the cadence of your voice down.

This looks like it was filled out by a toddler!

you just got slapped with the best life sentence there is: marriage.

You know how long I’ve been waiting for one of you old men to kiss me?

My ears are burning! Did someone say vasectomy? I got snipped; no big deal, just numbs you out from trunk to skunk for a year.

Look, you guys, if the Sarge wants to chop off his penis that is his choice.

I hate being friends with you!

I’ve examined his proposal; there’s no proof that giggle-pig is a serious problem.

Actually, I’m a little disappointed in the hotel. How you mess up a omelette? It’s just a flat egg!

Okay, don’t shoot! That’s how people get shot.

Every time you talk I hear that sound that plays when Pacman dies.

I got aroused last night watching a nature documentary on bees. I was fine until they went inside the hive.

“I’m with someone and nothing is going to happen.” Name of your sex tape!

Your head is so small. It is so small. Where do you keep your brains?

Good to see you. But if you’re here, who’s guarding Hades?

I care about my friends. Now eat your carrots, or I’ll rip your tiny head off.

I’m still paying my uncle’s funeral bills. I rear-ended the hearse. It was a mess.

Wait, stop. I’ve made a terrible mistake.

You’re being super irresponsible. You have a batitude. That’s a bad attitude.

I’m not gonna lie, that turns me on a little bit.

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the bicon is back. what a good.

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It was another muted birthday celebration this year – not for lack of affection, but because they were so comfortable with each other that there was no need to try and impress. Enjolras could go simple with his gift this year: a new pair of wine glasses, to go with the pair he’d bought for Valentine’s Day a few years back (which were not SUPPOSED to be romantic but…yeah, nobody’s fooled by that excuse anymore).

He also may or may not have spent quite a long time – months, possibly – with Cosette learning a piece on the piano. Something soft and lilting. It was a tougher piece than he’d originally thought, but if there was one thing Enjolras was good at, it was working himself to the bone for perfection. And in the end it was worth it, to start playing it for Grantaire while the other’s back was turned, without an announcement or warning. And it was worth it to finish the song with Grantaire sitting on the bench next to him. 

And it was worth it when he got to plant a kiss on his fiancé’s lips as the last note hovered between them. “Happy birthday, R." 

There was nothing platonic about a pair of musical wine glasses on Valentine’s, Enjolras. Grantaire is still not sure, even this many years later, where you got that idea.

Grantaire had turned to go and grab them some more wine when the first notes started. It wasn’t unusual for Enj to tap out a few notes on the piano, but this was an actual song. He set the bottle down and turned to look, his fiancé where he normally sat and the song flowing with confidant ease. He smiled and wandered over there, taking a seat at his side.

This was nice. He pressed their shoulders together gently, not wanting to throw Enj off his rhythm. 

He smiled into the kiss and bumped his forehead against his. “ Love you, Enj. ”

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xnjolras replied to your post: LIFE UPDATE: I have a new job! I’m training atm so...

yay, this dumb fuck misses his other dumb fuck

maybe birthday kisses will lure him back faster idk idk

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LIFE UPDATE: I have a new job! I’m training atm so my schedules a hot mess but I plan to return to tumblr (I’ve been full radio silent on all tumblrs for about a month or more now whoops) and specifically return to GRANTAIRE as soon as I start working full time because - weirdly - I’m free to do w/e tf I want during down time at work including just flopping on the office couch, plugging in my laptop, and zoning out on tumblr.

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For the wretched of the earth There is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end And the sun will rise.

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me, staring at bob morley: how tf did the barricade fall?

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How many Tumblcoins do I need to get this whole hellsite deleted.

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I want to RP real shit in a ship. I want the fights, the tears, the late nights with pillowtalk, the dumb discussion and small intimate moments, the duties and the nights ordering food because they’re too lazy to cook anything. i want disagreements and fooling around, being silly. i want the trips to places, to an amusement park, to a boring art museum one of them wanted to go, to the mall, roadtrips, lazy mornings and early, hurried mornings. little scares, silly texting when they’re apart, whining about things to eachother, night cuddles and nights where they don’t even touch because of a disagreement. I want the cute nights in, and the nights out. I want to see the pairing grow, I want it to take time and be complex, i want it to be factible, and not a fairytale. I want the good and the bad that comes with a relationship.

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The Maccabeats sing Les Mis for Pesach.

is there anything more perfect?

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gabby: the enjolrases are a wealthy af nyc family. definitely live near central park kind of bs and rubbing shoulders with families that are household names for wealth me: the grantaires are a moderately wealthy southern family with a history of lawyers and government types predominately on his mother’s side enjolras: refuses to partner with big companies for sponsorship. works in activism circles grantaire: music trash child. going back to grad school to become a music teacher me: boy am i fucking glad we made their families rich because they’re not making any money ever

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—HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @xnjolras.

              Birthdays have been something of a struggle since the first year. It had been easy then. They were still new to each other and hadn’t been tested in the fires just yet. There wasn’t the shadow hanging over them yet, no battle scars on their chests. But each year it had been easier to step past that. From the year they hid in their apartment together, to welcoming their friends in, to now, with Grantaire stealing Enjolras’s keys to surprise him with the dinner they were going to.

              He drove through New Orleans with his hand on the console between them, fingers entwined with those of his fiance, and brought them downtown to the heart of the city. Finding parking was always a nightmare, but they managed, and Grantaire slung his arm around Enjolras’s shoulders as they started to wind down the streets.

              Grantaire kissed his cheek as they ducked into the restaurant. It was definitely more upscale than any of the places they tended to gravitate to, a little bit swanky, but that was the fun of going out just the two of them. Didn’t have to find a place that wouldn’t mind the inevitable volume increase that came with the ABC in one place. R’evolution was maybe not the best place to plan a revolution, but to treat his rebel-american-hero fiance? Definitely the place to go.

              While they waited for their reservation, he slipped his arms around Enj’s waist and pecked a quick kiss.

                                           “ Happy birthday, Marcel. ”

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now why is platonic cuddling so frowned upon in society fuck you man if i wanna cuddle my bff i will fucking cuddle my bff youll need a fucking crowbar to pry me off you son of a bitch