#les miserables

I’m honestly surprised he got bitches.

Grantaire’s perfectly tied cravat is saving him.

You can’t convince me this isn’t Grantaire fixing Enjolras’s open shirt and cravat.

(Source.)

Nobody tell anyone but the real reason I mostly write tooth-rotting fluff/fluff without plot is because tagging otherwise is such a fucking nightmare.

Grantaire. In red rope.

Have a good rest of your day.

A callout post pt. 2.

Nobody:

Grantaire: *smirks and twerks*

Back on my meme bullshit.

Enjolras: Shut the fuck up, I’d eat your ass in a fight.

Enjolras:*beat

Just posted a quick MCD fic that I had to write down. It was pretty cathartic, ngl, so I should do more of this in the future.

Warnings: uh, Major Character Death.

Hmm. I’ll push my demiromantic Grantaire agenda, where he definitely takes note of how physically attractive people are, but he has absolutely zero desire of dating them because the thought simply makes him cringe.

And then Enjolras comes along, being the fucking gorgeous man he is but also taking the time to befriend both Grantaire and his cat, making poor, unwitting R fall head over heels for him. Listening to Enjolras’s stupid yet admittedly funny jokes and watching him laugh at Grantaire’s is everything he has ever dreamed of, and he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship, but he takes his chance.

Their dates mostly consist of cuddling on the couch and sharing a blanket while watching shitty period dramas and occasionally making out before Marshmallow interrupts them with a paw to Enjolras’s face. And before Enjolras can kiss Grantaire again, Grantaire starts rambling about the awful costume choices and how they’re not even accurate. Most importantly, Enjolras hangs onto every word like they’re meaningful to him.

Lmao I hope my stupid rambles entertain you.

one of my favourite background moments of the concert (i cant believe there’s only a week left!!)

that good dad