geneviève

side blog to ecstatic-cyanide

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hi!!!!

i lost the passwords to both jehan-vieve and gothgrantaire. oops.

but im still here!!!!

my new les mis blog can be found at www.groovygrantaire.tumblr.com

i really miss you guys and hope we can continue to yell abt our faves over there

ok bye see yall!!!!

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sunny side up - enjoltaire

(Enjolras/Grantaire. Enjolras is hates the mornings and pines over Grantaire a lot. Accidentally stumbling on a partially clothed Grantaire before 8am makes both of these facts worse. Mild language and kinda nudity? not really? Grantaire is in his underwear. idk. but enjoy. also shoutout to @thatonequietperson for helping me ~)

God, Enjolras hates the fucking morning. He hates the way the sun breaks over the horizon and peers into the curtains, and how it’s always freezing cold, and when your toes hit the wooden floor you want to scream. But sometimes alarm clocks get set to the wrong time, which leaves a very frazzled, bed headed Enjolras aimlessly running his hand up, well, nothing, besides a crumpled lump of linen. Enjolras scowled as he padded out of bed into the hallway-esque thing that connected all the rooms in his and Combeferre’s (so basically Enjolras’, Ferre’s, Courf’s, Grantaire’s, and Eponine’s) shared apartment. But that scowl was soon wiped away, the moment his eyes swiveled to Grantaire.

The short bastard was parading around the kitchen in nothing but his underwear and socks (okay but who the fuck sleeps with socks on, of course Grantaire, of fucking course), holding a sizzling frying pan full of piping-hot scrambled eggs. What was even worse was that he was singing. At 6:39 in the fucking morning, Grantaire was carrying a tune like a goddamn songbird, but like a husky, overgrown, baritone songbird. He was whisper-singing something about bacon and eggs, and how he was going to surprise Enjolras, who he somehow hadn’t noticed in his little daze. Combeferre’s wine colored couch was covered in bedsheets, surrounding by a few empty alcohol bottles. Courfeyrac was passed out on a loveseat, a stain of some drink snaking down the side of his shirt, muddling the colors. How Enjolras didn’t hear them drinking in the middle of the night was a miracle. But back to Grantaire.

The little fuck had put the eggs back on the stove, and had now moved on to getting orange juice and milk from the refrigerator. He seemed very energetic, or at least the swaying of his hips did. Enjolras wanted nothing more than to saunter into the white-tiled kitchen, wrap his arms around Grantaire, pin him to a wall, and kiss him senseless. But alas, Grantaire had no idea Enjolras was even in the room, and they weren’t even dating. Even though everyone thought they were. Like, seriously, Grantaire is at Enjolras’ apartment at least three times a week, there has to be something going on, right? But Grantaire really just enjoyed the free food (and Enjolras, ssh. You didn’t hear it from me.)

Either Grantaire was still shitfaced, or he had slept for a long time and had woken up without a hangover. Completely shitfaced seemed like the better thought.

The artist poured two glasses of orange juice, one of milk, and two of water. Grantaire also continued singing under his breath, some made up tune about how good Enjolras looks in the mornings. The blond felt his throat stiffen, and he exited the hall back into his room silently.

Until twenty minutes later when Grantaire broke into his room, clad in a purple shirt and sweatpants (fuck, Enjolras would’ve preferred the underwear), toting a tray full of eggs, bacon, fruit, and orange juice.

“Good morning Apollo. Leftovers?” Grantaire laughed heartily, placing the tray on Enjolras’ laugh. Fuck, the artist’s grin was wide enough to reach around the circumference of the earth twice and then some. So basically, not drunk. Surprisingly. Grantaire’s drunken grin was narrower, more sarcastic. Always looking like he didn’t want to be wherever he was. But this grin looked like pure sun beams.

“God fucking damnit Grantaire, it’s 7AM,” Enjolras yawned, hands resting on both sides of the tray. He truly did look beautiful in the mornings, even if he would never admit it.

Grantaire chuckled, plopping on the far side of the bed from Enjolras. “Exactly. It’s late, get the fuck up. Ferre went to class without you.”

Enjolras, having pressed a piece of toast in his mouth, practically choked. “Shit.” He carefully placed the tray over to Grantaire, before realizing, “Wait. Lecture doesn’t start until nine today. Prof had an emergency meeting…”

“Yup.”

“So you let Ferre go to class alone, at the wrong time, so you could serve me breakfast?”

“Affirmative.”

“Thank you, Grantaire.” Enjolras sunk further into his pillows, probably to hide the growing blush on his porcelain cheeks. Fuck, why did he have to sound so formal?

“You’re welcome. Sorry in advance.” Grantaire raised his hand in a mock salute, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He turned around and left the room to a confused Enjolras staring at him with wide, blue eyes that could take years of mixing paint to get the correct color, and even then it wouldn’t be close.

Soon enough, Enjolras saw the kitchen. Egg and pancake batter (??? where did that even come from) dripped down the sides of the stove, and there was flour all over the floor somehow. Eggshells were littered across the counter. Somehow, Grantaire had managed to get butter on the door of the fridge. Orange juice sopped all over the counter. God, Enjolras hates the morning.

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I read all of this u turd and its my new favorite thing ever

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Gracie I love u

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enjolras and grantaire in this are really important

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• grantaire who loves rainy days and feels the most inspired and alive when it's storming • enjolras who absolutely hates the rain because it makes him feel all tired and sad • grantaire who finds out about this and always makes sure to give enjolras extra kisses and warmth to make his day a little brighter

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ok but consider this: drag queen grantaire

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He is doing sign language! There was a deaf/partially deaf girl standing right in front of us at the concert.

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enjoltaire week - day 5 - the graffiti au

(GUYS IF SOMEONE COULD MAKE THIS A FIC I WOULD HONESTLY CRY)

imagine both enjolras and grantaire are graffiti artists.

grantaire does legal, paid stuff. he gets hired to paint amazing murals on the sides of aquariums and other buildings. his work as absolutely fantastic, and he’s quite famous for it.

enjolras does the illegal kind of graffiti. the kind of graffiti with strong political messages that appear overnight, signed with a simple “rousseau” in red spray paint,

all is fine and dandy until one day, grantaire checks on one of his older murals, and there’s a distinguishable “rousseau” on the corner, and a red X over a man and a woman holding hands. below it reads “DOWN WITH HETERONORMATIVITY” 

needless to say, grantaire is fuming.

he stakes out the location for two days, never leaving (and if so, he has to keep it in vantage point). the guy has to come back some time, right? and he does.

oh, he does.

wielding more red spray paint, he begins to paint lines under his tag, using a flashlight like a fucking idiot. R is about to pounce but then the flashlight shines in the man’s face - and fuck, he’s hot. 

grantaire just sidles awkwardly up to him, and enjolras is frozen in shock, terrified to be reported to the police (lol what a hypocrite) and the light drizzle that had been occurring becomes a sudden downpour. enjolras has no choice but to get into grantaire’s black station wagon and be driven home by a really, really hot guy with a ton of easels, canvases, and spray paint in his trunk.

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John, my beloved - ExR edition

song originally by Sufjan Stevens, rewrite by me :-) Are we to speak, sixth day of the month Stumbling words at the bar Beauty blue eyes, everyone lies Frenchman's coldness and wine Beloved of all, everything's wrong I read you for some kind of poem Covered in lines, the fossils I find Have they no life of their own? So can we pretend sweetly Before the mystery ends? I am a man with a heart that offends With its lonely and greedy demands There’s only a shadow of me; in a manner of speaking I'm dead Such a waste, your beautiful face Revolution is your demise Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend Icarus, point to the sun If history speaks of this of all weeks I’m painting the hills green and red They said beware, Apollo my prayer I’ve wasted my laurels on your head So can we be friends, sweetly Before the mystery ends? I love you more than the world can contain In its lonely and ramshackle head There’s only a shadow of me; in a manner of speaking I'm dead I’m holding my breath Your hand on my neck What can be said of my heart? If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek Where there remains but a mark Beloved of all, so I’ll carry on Counting my cards down to one And when I am dead, come visit my bed My fossil is bright in the sun So can we contend, peacefully Before my history ends? Apollo I need you, be near me, come shield me From fossils that fall on my head There’s only a shadow of me; in a manner of speaking I'm dead

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hey guys! so I could think of anything for liberate today, so have some ExR headcanons ~ • Enjolras can't cook to save his life. he tries to make Grantaire a happy anniversary surprise fancy dinner, but he almost blows up the kitchen. he ends up with a takeout pizza and some shitty 80s movies. R was just as happy as he would have been with fancy French food • Grantaire and Enjolras are those annoying dorks constantly showing pda and making out drunk in the corner booth when their friends go out • Enjolras who has to basically drag Grantaire by the shirt out of bed in the morning if it's before 11 am • Grantaire the boxer who comes home one night with a swollen as all hell black eye and a split lip • Enjolras is all "?????" • and Grantaire is like "oh yeah I'm a boxer and I lost a fight, forgot to tell you lol whoops" • They're honestly together so much it feels weird seeing them apart • high school musical af. Grantaire is Gabriella and Enjolras is Troy • Grantaire learned how to braid hair just so he could braid Enjolras's long ass hair for him • Enjolras who is always warm and Grantaire who is always cold; can never seem to agree on temperature settings • all in all, a mess but a good mess

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La bourrrée de Sainte-Sévère - Les Sonneurs de la Vallée Noire

Extrait du DVD "Sur les Sentes du Bas-Berry", les Sonneurs de la Vallée Noire, produit et réalisé par TITO Vidéo sonneursvalleenoire.free.fr/

IMAGINE LES AMIS DE L’ABC DOING THIS

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here's my contribution to barricade day because george blagden hurt my soul

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enjoltaire week - day 1

a short little fluff drabble I wrote for these two cute lil nerds and also exr week.

(also, ps: aaa this is phrased really strangely but im pretty knackered so this will do)

 day 1: embrace

 "Hey babe? I wanna show you something," called Enjolras from up an old oak flight of stairs. Enjolras was home for the weekend, and Grantaire had decided to trail along with him. The blond's parents had given him a very angry late-night phone call screaming something about how all of his old crap was clogging up the attic, so they made an emergency run. 

 "Why? Your couch is spectacular, I'd much prefer it if you came down here, darling." 

 "It's something neat, come ooooon." Enjolras replied.

 "Neat?" Grantaire laughed, taking a sip of cherry coke from a dark blue plastic glass. "You speak as an excited child, but it rings divine."

 Enjolras sighed, shifting. "Just hurry up." 

With a sly smirk, Grantaire lifted himself up, and clomped up the stairs heavily. Enjolras was clutching a boxy looking record player in his arms. Worn, brown leather wrapped around the sides, encircling a tan interior of what looked to be suede. A box of old and slightly-new records lay at his feet. "It was mine when I was a teenager. I fucking loved this thing, and I guess I forgot about it," Grantaire picked up the box, and began rifling through as Enjolras prattled on. "Everyone bullied me in 2005 because I didn't have a CD player, but I thought I was super cool because I didn't." Enjolras let out a soft chuckle, and placed the player on a slightly crowded table next to him. 

 "You must've been quite the party animal." Grantaire held up a Mozart vinyl, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips.

 "Shut up. It's my dad's. Some of his stuff got placed in here somehow." Enjolras rolled his eyes, plugging the record player's cord into an outlet. 

Grantaire snorted, continuing his search. The collection spanned many genres, from punk to pop to gospel to elevator music. Grantaire guessed most of the alternative was Enjolras's, probably from when his college and high school when friends would give him mixtapes, and he had no way to listen to them, so he would have to buy the entire album for each track. After a few minutes, Grantaire pulled out a Sinatra record, satisfied.

 "I'm teaching you how to dance." Grantaire's smirk morphed into a smile as he said the line, placing the record on the player gently.

 "Seriously?" Enjolras replied, face flushing just the tiniest bit. "You better be a good teacher, because I'm not the best on my feet." Grantaire let out a low chuckle as he placed the needle on the plastic edging around the vinyl. 

"You act like I can't tell; you're one of the clumsiest people I've ever met."

 "And you, the most observant." 

The ravenet gave a quick salute, flicked on the player, and watched it sputter to life. As it slowly turned, Grantaire placed a hand on Enjolras's waist. Another strained to reach the back of the blond's neck. Enjolras's hands fumbled awkwardly to the small of Grantaire's back, looking slightly frazzled. In all honesty, he wasn't expecting this. 

 "Okay. So, steps. Take your right foot back… there you go. Then left goes left…" Grantaire's deep voice served as a lifeline to Enjolras, who was slipping and stumbling all over the place. On the other hand, Grantaire's dark eyes were gleaming with happiness and steadiness. His hands were resting on his love, his head was buried in Enjolras's neck, soft blond curls falling into his line of sight. His feet were an enigma. Although clad in heavy leather and studs, they were flying over the floor like a songbird. The cynic whispered directions and reassurances through gentle kisses, breathing in the scent of Enjolras's hair products. They stayed like this for a while, pressed against each other, feet moving in almost-perfect time and unison, getting better as they went along. Laughter rung out from lips like bells. They both felt truly content, as if they were not dancing in a room full of Enjolras's old crap, but in a small ballroom in Paris, drunk off of pure happiness. 

 But sadly, as all things must, the first side of the vinyl ended. With a heavy sigh, Grantaire went to go flip it around, but was caught in a tight embrace from Enjolras. Grantaire melted into the touch, his arms snaking up to Enjolras's upper back, holding him close.

 "I love you more than the world can contain," Enjolras whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Grantaire's forehead. 

 And he smiled, and all was well.

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tbh

les amis de l’abc should have named themselves des amis de l’abc because then they could be like “yeah. some friends of the abc. this isnt all of us. theres more” 

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les amis de l’abc vs. social media

‌grantaire is the queen of social media. he has accounts on everything - from tumblr to reddit to art amino

many of his friends are internet friends

teaching his friends how to snapchat: the musical

featuring adorable blond love interest/protagonist who didn’t realize filters were a thing until, like, yesterday

“look!! grantaire!! im a puppy!! and you can be one too!!” “oo lets faceswap”

grantaire who always texts in weird anagrams that no one knows and has eponine translate for him

the memes holy shit. grantaire, courf, bahorel, and eponine spam the groupchat 24/7 with the latest and dankest

bousset has definitely sent nudes to his snapchat story by accident. courfeyrac, grantaire, and bahorel have an infinite amount of growing inside jokes about it

cosette and jehan run an anonymous poetry blog and it’s amazing

les amis snapchat stories are always damn wild, except for enjolras’s. he has his mom as a friend on there

eponine runs a spam account on instagram with over 20k followers. no one in les amis know about it, but they’re all on there somewhere

marius and cosette also have one of those cute coupley youtube accounts and post vlogs and tags and stuff

musichetta the beauty guru because her highlight is always on point and so are her eyebrows

joly follows all of the most popular inspiring quote pages on instagram and reposts his favorites. also tags jehan in some and grantaire if hes feeling down

meanwhile combeferre’s instagram is filled with nerd references, corfeyrac, and doctor stuff

grantaire with the most organized instagram theme ever who has to take like 45 photos of everything “but only in certain lighting or it will mess up my aesthetic you dont get it not even vscocam can fix this”

also enjolras has an active revolutionary blogspot and is the top buzzfeed community editor

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here's my face + some grass but it's hot out !!

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enjolras headcanons

longlonglong wavy/curly golden hair that goes down to his waist, everyone always wants to touch it but mainly grantaire and jehan do

always keeps red hairband on his wrist for good luck, wouldn't use it in his hair even if he was in dire need of a hair tie

stormy, grey/blue eyes

pretty damn tall and has the hobby of using the people around him as body part rests (especially grantaire, especially because grantaire despises it)

surprisingly, the polar opposite of organized. combeferre keeps his life in order tbh

human disaster who trips over his own legs a lot and tries to play it off on someone else, normally marius who will get all flustered and feel bad

fave book is the czar of love and techno

best hugger in the entire universe

summer is a mess because he gets sunburnt sooooo easily

also. freckles

can speak french, english, german, afrikaans, and mandarin. grantaire is astounded

grantaire is his main source of being connected to modern pop culture, but it’s kind of terrible because he thinks barely-known indie bands are household names

really good at makeup. has the best winged liner of all his friends and wears makeup regularly 

dresses slightly punk and owns at least two diyed leather jackets (thanks to eponine they’re covered in patches) 

secret aesthetic blog

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grantaire headcanons

grantaire with just a head of giant voluminous curls that just go everywhere and are a giant mess

grantaire and eponine starting an etsy store full of grantaire’s paintings and eponine’s amazing handsewn embroidery

grantaire who has terrible insomnia and takes melatonin every night; can fall asleep the easiest when wrapped around enjolras 

grantaire who likes folk music but also alternative pop but also hardcore punk (some of his faves include sufjan stevens, purity ring, marina and the diamonds, radiohead, the clash, beach house, and green day)

grantaire who always takes up like 99% of the covers leaving enjolras with a smidge of linen

ok but grantaire who’s only like 5′6″ and enjolras is like. a head taller than him

grantaire having an entire like sleeve of tattoos on his thigh 

also grantaire has a tiny red rose stick and poke on his left hand (he’s a rightie) that he did before he even met enjolras, and it eventually came to be about enjolras