Drunk, probably.

Elliot James Grantaire. 25. Cynic. Artist. Musician. Drunk || I'm only alive out of spite ||

[ghoststorytm-a-blog]

don’t do anything stupid till i get back || indie bucky barnes || mcu canon || semi selective || loved by michelle @wxntxrsxldxxr

*thank you @nomadshield for this beautiful header/helping me with my layout!

[ghoststorytm-a-blog]

don’t do anything stupid till i get back || indie bucky barnes || mcu canon || semi selective || loved by michelle @wxntxrsxldxxr

*thank you @nomadshield for this beautiful header/helping me with my layout!

[sandcvstles]

hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

✘

His eyes opened and he immediately knew he wasn’t in his own home, and there was definitely a hangover situation happening as the light from the sun was unbearable for his eyes. He moved to roll over when he was suddenly aware of the arm wrapped around his waist. Finally he felt his head clear from the confused waking up somewhere strange state and he worked out where he was, breathing a sigh of relief and rolling over in Grantaire’s arms.

He was quite aware that he was wearing nothing at all so he felt his cheeks burning a little but he gently prodded the other with an awkward smile, “Morning– fancy seeing you here…”

[absxnthx]

Grantaire groaned, in his drunken state last night he had forgotten to pull the curtains closed and the early morning light was letting him know that this hangover would be a doozy. The second thing he noticed was another body, pressed against his own very naked body, taking a long breath he opens his eyes, only to let out a relieved sigh when he realized it was Jehan next to him.

“Morning.” He grumbles, still not awake yet, “How dare the sun be this bright-“ he whines, pulling away from the other to get out of bed and shut the curtains before getting back into bed.

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

He watched Grantaire get up, yeah he was very naked too, he had a little look while he could, smiling as little as the bright sun was blocked from the room.

He laughed a little and as Grantaire got back into bed he moved so he was laying against his chest again, yawning softly and rubbing his eyes. “I must have tried to keep up with you last night, I can barely remember getting back here.” He chuckled, shifting a little so he could press light kisses to the other’s jawline. “Do you remember what we did last night? Did we..?”

[absxnthx]

Grantaire hummed softly, tugging the blankets back around them, his arms wrapping around Jehans petite frame. He didn’t remember much of the night before, his memories were hazy at best.

“I’m not sure-“ he said, looking at the other and noticing his neck was covered in hickeys, “But going by the state of your neck, I’d assume so-“

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

He smiled as he felt arms wrap back around him and he cuddled closer to Grantaire, looking pleased with himself in that moment.

He moved a hand to touch his neck absently and his mouth dropped open for a moment, “Oh you like to leave your mark, mm?” He asked with a little laugh, his face pink as he buried it in Grantaire’s chest again, “It’s a shame I can’t remember yet, I would be a liar if I said I hadn’t thought about it before. About us..”

[absxnthx]

“I like to mark my territory.” He smirked, his arms rubbing the others back softly, “I’ve thought about it too.” He admitted, “I never thought it would happen, but I can’t say I’m upset about it, I just hope you don’t regret anything.”

[absxnthx]

"No one can rewrite the stars," she rolled her blue eyes at him. "It's impossible."

“But why not?” He asked with an arched brow, “Who says we can’t change the stars.”

@my12percentofamoment

[my12percentofamoment]

absxnthx

He shrugged, grinning at the woman, “Are you going to try and stop me?” He asked, a playful smirk on his lips

@absxnthx

Out came her hand so he could take it, sealing her fate.

“Of course not,” Pepper said firmly. “If things go badly, I can tell you I told you so.” She wasn’t opposed to that. Something told her and he had other things on his mind.

[absxnthx]

He snorted at her honest and took her hand, pulling her close, “Come on can’t you picture it, us stars in are own show-“

[my12percentofamoment]

His body heat threw her off. She wanted to stammer and tell him that he was right. They could have their own show, but what would others say? They didn’t exactly fit together in society, though their hearts were pulled together.

[absxnthx]

He spins her around, dancing with little rhythm, “You look nervous love.” He hums, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “What’s going on in that brain of yours.”

[my12percentofamoment]

“I am,” she admitted, laughing nervously. “I do like being here with you,” Pepper moved around in his arms with ease. It made her want to be closer to him. “But don’t you think that we’re going to crack?”

[absxnthx]

“No.” He said simply, arms wrapping around her tighter, “I think that us, together can achieve anything-“

[confidentlybroken]

Starter @absxnthx

[confidentlybroken]

absxnthx:

“Well I hope this isn’t being to forward.” Grantaire grinned, “But I happen to be an artist and love giving tours of the galleries, if you are interest-“

She grinned back. “I would love it if you took me around, really. When can you give me the tour?”

[absxnthx]

“I’m free after noon tomorrow.” He said, finishing his beer and waving the bartender down for a refill, “Want another?”

[enjxras-deactivated20181206]

Closed

@absxnthx

Enjolras pulled on his waistcoat to adjust it, running his hands over his chest, making sure the bandages that were binding his chest weren’t showing through his shirt.

He pulled his hair into a short ponytail and made sure he looked presentable before Les Amis stared filing in. He looked at the papers on the table in front of him, taking a drink from his glass. He smiled politely at the women who were staring and pointing at him, thinking he was biologically a man, trying to subtly flirt with him. That was what he wanted, no suspition.

He kept his head down as beworked, only looking up as she heard the door. He looked up, half smiling at the newcomer. “You’re here early this week.”

[absxnthx]

Grantaire slipped into the bar, making his way to the counter and ordering his usual beer before walking towards the group of tables his friends met at. He smiled slightly when he noticed Enjolras already there, hard at work.

“I thought I’d try and be like you for once.” He snarked, sitting down next to the blonde and taking a sip of his beer. “What are you doing here so early anyways?” He asked, leaning over to try and read the papers the other had been working on.

[enjxras-deactivated20181206]

He shrugged, “I had time. I had things to do but finished them early and I enjoy the atmosphere here so thought I’d just make my way here. I had everything on me to work.” He said, watching Grantaire try to read his papers. “If you want to read-” he slid the first page over before dissapearing to the bar to grab a drink, coming back with a glass of wine.

“You thought you’d try and be like me?” He said as he came back, sliding in to the seat next to him reading over his shoulder. “The day I see you act more like me is the day the world ends.”

[absxnthx]

Grantaire nodded and took the paper from the other, skimming over the words as the other left to get a drink. When he returned Grantaire smiled and raised his glass to the other, “Cheers! To you being more like me and me being more like you.” He said with a smirk before finishing his beer.

“What is tonight’s meeting going to be about?” He asked, leaning back into his chair, a hand running through his mess of curls, “What cause are we going to fix tonight?”

[enjxras-deactivated20181206]

“I wouldn’t exactly call a wine being ‘more like you’,” he rolled his eyes, watching him finish the beer. “How do you drink so quickly? You’ve had that for, what, five minuets?” He asked, shaking his head gently.

“The same things as we normally talk about. I don’t think anything new has come up this week, at least not that I’m aware of yet.” He hummed, watching him run his hands through his hair.

[absxnthx]

“I’m just an excellent drinker.” He snarks, standing up to head towards the bar, “You should let me get you drunk one time, we could argue without it being serious.” He laughs, “Do you want a refill?”

He nods, this week had been pretty uneventful nothing to get the blonde riled up, which if he was being honest, was his favorite Enjolras.

[enjxras-deactivated20181206]

Enjolras felt his eye twitch at the snark, “i’ve literally taken like, two sips.” He shook his head, “no thank you, Taire…” he mumbled gently, pulling his phone from his pocket and sighing. “Though… if that offer extends to later then, maybe you can buy be a refil then.”

[absxnthx]

“I’ll buy you as many drinks as you want later.” He said with a grin and headed to the bar, returning this time with a glass of red wine. “Did I tell you about my new job?”

[absxnthx]

"Your floor disappeared." (Armand)

“My floor?” He asked confused.

( sorry I totally can’t figure out what ask meme this is from lol )

[armandlucienduval]

He whined and shook his head. “How can I lay down if I can’t even- how are you here? How can you float?! I can’t! You didn’t tell me you was magic!”

[absxnthx]

Grantaire frowned, looking at Armand and pulling him towards the couch. “Armand.. what did you take?”

[prettywittyand-gay-deactivated2]

I was just reminded of how cruel the phrase “Aaron Tveit, playing Enjolras in the film Les Miserables” was to newscasters and reporters who don’t know how to pronounce half of those words.

[the-march-hair]

I was feeling some cyberpunkish AU.

R likes Knives. Playing with them, twirling them, throwing them, and sometimes… just sometimes… helping the cause with them.

Enj thinks R should use a “real weapon” and be more effective, until the day he sees R in action and eats his own words. Not that he’ll tell R that….

[absxnthx]

OOC

Someone pls give me the motivation to do my replies

[absxnthx]

SOMEONE TELL ME I DONT NEED A BUCKY BARNES BLOG

pls and thanks

[fuckgrantaire]

i am:

⚪️gay

⚪️straight

⚪️bi

🔘agog

🔘aghast

[bountyman]

rp partner: so idk how u feel about really dark threads and violence and gore and stuff but–

me, putting my finger against their lips: i’m in

[roadkillrabbitt-deactivated2019]

I think one of the things the les mis fandom misses out on most is the fact that R is an /asshole/, dear god, he’s such an asshole. Like, everyone turns him into this shy, sad, scruffy little punk who doesn’t know how to take care of himself but, no, R is like this big, boisterous, angry fuckup of a dude who goes around telling anyone who’ll listen about how much he hates his life and how he doesn’t actually /want/ to take care of himself. He’s an asshole! He dominates conversations completely, literally says that he hates the whole human race, criticizes his friends’ outfits when they make nervous little comments about his drinking, talks about women like they’re objects to get laughs out of his companions, is so fucking self-conscious that he passive-aggressively lets all his friends go to battle without him to punish enjolras for not sending /him/ the message to prepare himself rather than bossuet… And he does all of this within like five pages. There’s /more!/ In conclusion: R’s an asshole. But it makes him wonderful because it makes him even more complicated and tragic.

[goldstar-goldfish-deactivated20]

The tragedy of his character relies on the fact that he’s an asshole. His life is basically fuckup after fuckup after fuckup, and whether he would have ever fixed his shit or just eventually succumbed to liver failure or suicide, we’ll never know because the potential to change was taken away the minute those bullets entered his body. He was born an asshole, he lived his life as an asshole, he died as /slightly less/ of an asshole. Who knows what would could have been?

I get that a lot of Les Mis fans aren’t into the whole idea of killing characters or making them unlikeable for whatever reason, but the man is as prickly as a cactus and as sour as a lemon. It doesn’t necessarily make him unsympathetic, which is evident by how much Brick fans tend to relate with his character and the friends he keeps, but it does make him a tricky and uncooperative character to work with unless you are willing to accept that he’s an absolute dick up until arguably the moment he died. Complex and morally-grey characters are one of the enduring and beloved traits of Les Miserables and I do hate to see them reduced to a shade of their former being just to make them ‘likeable’.

[roadkillrabbitt-deactivated2019]

this is an awesome comment–hell yes; R is a wonderfully morally-grey asshole for sure–but i actually disagree on the subject of his “likable-ness”! i find canon grantaire very likable! canon grantaire is loud and boisterous and sociable and fun. he’s smart. he’s deeply emotional. he cares about his friends. he’s hilarious when he wants to be (oh gosh, that scene where he dashes back to his rooms to get his red waistcoat and, like, strike a pose in front of enjolras before going off the talk to the patrons of the other cafe… that scene cracks me up). 

and R is absolutely also prickly as a cactus and sour as lemon and very, very much a self-centered asshole (and that’s what make him so appealing to me as a character tbh); we’re totally in agreement there. BUT i do also think that he can be rather charming. certainly not in a nice, sweet, soft sort of way, but perhaps in a quirky, manic, grandiose sort of way.

i suppose it all depends on your definition of “likable.” if your definition is something like, “someone who actively tries to do good deeds,” then… no, i don’t suppose R is very likable. not very much at all. if your definition is, “someone who has their heart in the right place,” then maybe R’s likable. and if your definition is, “someone who you can’t help but want to hear/read more about,” then R is most definitely likable.

(an ideal definition for R’s brand of “likable-ness” might be something like, “someone whose response to their friends putting themselves in danger is to make mean jokes about it because they’re angry, and then get completely shitfaced bc they don’t want to be around to witness it–and that makes you feel incredibly sorry for them and want to wrap them up in a giant blanket burrito and wipe their tears and make them so tea.”)

</un-asked-for essay. sorry lol i got way to excited to see a fun comment on my post> 

tl;dr: i agree w you to an extent, but i also gotta stand up a lil bit for my Problematic Fave

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

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[yourleastfavouritefriend]

✘

His eyes opened and he immediately knew he wasn’t in his own home, and there was definitely a hangover situation happening as the light from the sun was unbearable for his eyes. He moved to roll over when he was suddenly aware of the arm wrapped around his waist. Finally he felt his head clear from the confused waking up somewhere strange state and he worked out where he was, breathing a sigh of relief and rolling over in Grantaire’s arms.

He was quite aware that he was wearing nothing at all so he felt his cheeks burning a little but he gently prodded the other with an awkward smile, “Morning– fancy seeing you here…”

[absxnthx]

Grantaire groaned, in his drunken state last night he had forgotten to pull the curtains closed and the early morning light was letting him know that this hangover would be a doozy. The second thing he noticed was another body, pressed against his own very naked body, taking a long breath he opens his eyes, only to let out a relieved sigh when he realized it was Jehan next to him.

“Morning.” He grumbles, still not awake yet, “How dare the sun be this bright-“ he whines, pulling away from the other to get out of bed and shut the curtains before getting back into bed.

[yourleastfavouritefriend]

He watched Grantaire get up, yeah he was very naked too, he had a little look while he could, smiling as little as the bright sun was blocked from the room.

He laughed a little and as Grantaire got back into bed he moved so he was laying against his chest again, yawning softly and rubbing his eyes. “I must have tried to keep up with you last night, I can barely remember getting back here.” He chuckled, shifting a little so he could press light kisses to the other’s jawline. “Do you remember what we did last night? Did we..?”

[absxnthx]

Grantaire hummed softly, tugging the blankets back around them, his arms wrapping around Jehans petite frame. He didn’t remember much of the night before, his memories were hazy at best.

“I’m not sure-“ he said, looking at the other and noticing his neck was covered in hickeys, “But going by the state of your neck, I’d assume so-“