i am wild

Indie modern Grantaire rp blog (Mun and Muse 21+) (FC: Timothee Chalamet) (Combeferre @antoinecombeferre Feuilly @Nathanaelfeuilly)

[bastiengrantaire]

I'll be following you all from @likehephaestionwhodied (I cant tag myself :(( ) and then unfollowing you from here

[likehephaestionwhodied15]

Like Hephasestion Who Died

Multi-fandom, Multi muse, indie and semi-selective rp blog  featuring muses from ASoIaF, Les Mis, Shadowhunter Chronicles, and more

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[bastiengrantaire]

INDEFINITE HIATUS

The world, or at least the Les Mis tumblr community simply is not ready for white rich Grantaire. That's fine, just know I'm not checking my inbox or anything. Not that any one cares bc it's been literal months since I have had any activity but yknow. Just incase

[talltalesforspring]

I paced around for hours on empty, I jumped at the slightest of sounds. And I couldn’t stand the person inside me, I turned all the mirrors around. // Control, Halsey. (x)

[bewitchingmemes]

touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ 

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

[bastiengrantaire]

It's not done yet but when it is (hopefully in the next three days) would anyone be willing to read my probably 35k+ Combeferre/Marius fic for things like contuinty in details and stuff. Not like editing but a genuine beta read????

[dykemd]

so what if im in love with you mind ur own business

[musenssang]

“I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.”

— Al Capone (via sometypeofblog)

[bastiengrantaire]

HEY GUYS so i am very much still around, I haven’t been checking in very often bc I only have like a single thread on this blog at the moment. If you wanna get in touch with me honestly the best way is to go to @awolfhashishonor which is my ASOIAF/GOT rp blog and ask for my discord there. 

I’m gonna try to be more active here because I do love writting Grantiare I just haven’t had enough activity here to warrant logging in. I’ve been in a bit of a sump lately but I wanted to check in to tell y’all that. 

[bastiengrantaire]

Activity on the blog slowed down from "basically nothing" to "absolutely nothing" and I'm sick of logging on and being sad about it soooooooo

[awolfhashishonor]

A comprehensive list (for now) of all my blogs

Les Mis: @antoinecombeferre @nathanaelfeuilly @bastiengrantaire

A Song of Ice and Fire: @byrantfrost @awolfhashishonor

Newsies: @walkinmouth

[bastiengrantaire]

xspectabund‌:

It wasn’t the weed and maybe that was why Enjolras had caught onto it. He didn’t often catch onto much, honestly, and it had nothing to do with Grantaire —  well, it would be lying itself if Enjolras denied the fact that he paid less attention to some more than others. And with Grantaire, often curled up in a corner, he doesn’t really have a chance to focus on him. 

Except that time, they’re at a social get-together. Of sorts. It began as a meeting, Enjolras going over the points he wanted to address that time around, not missing or skipping a single. And now it had eased into music, chatter and drink, in which in it’s calm he is withdrawn from a center point of attention, instead relaxing back to the corner with Grantaire. He had noticed, of course, how Grantaire had failed to interrupt. Perhaps because he looked over repeatedly, expectant of a counter point and was instead faced by that look, that silence. 

“I don’t think so”, the blond shook his head, his lips pressing together further after speaking, marking out the curl at the end of them. His blue eyes squinted and he leaned back in his chair, trying to find the words to describe, possibly categorise that gaze. “It’s strange–”, which brought his cheeks to wrinkle with laughter, becoming aware he had already described it as so, “You have a sort of shine in your eye, and it’s not the typical in which you’re ready to strike, but rather… something fresh. Permanent. At least for today.” He arched his eyebrows, looking down into his cup before downing more beer. 

Grantaire bit his lip his eyes shifting, looking for anyone, Bahorel, Feuilly, Joly, anyone to help him get out of this. But it was as if all his best friends had left him to fend this off on his own. It was clear betrayal on their part they knew and yet- he shook his head trying to smirk at Enjolras. 

“My eyes? you’re absolutely certain it’s not the weed?” He hoped he didn’t sound too desperate,  but he could feel his usual assuradness, some called it cockiness, leaving his voice. Still he pressed on “It’s probably the weed.” he ran a hand though his hair, thinking briefly that he needed to wash it, it was nearly the wrong side of greasy. 

“At any rate,” Grantaire caught himself watching Enjolras again, this, this was a different Enjolras than the man who had stood before them talking about what needed to be done, though he couldn’t quite place what the change was. Other than he’d finally stopped talking about impossible ideals. “I’m sure what ever it is it’ll pass.”  He pulled his beer closer to him, before taking a sip and dropping his eyes. Maybe if Enjolras couldn’t see his eyes he’d drop the whole thing before Grantaire said something he regreted. 

[bastiengrantaire]

OOC

THE CLOCKMAKER'S DAUGHTER IS ON SPOTIFY

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

FRA FEE IS FINALLY FINALLY ON SPOTIFY

[bastiengrantaire]

courf-the-lawstud-ent‌:

Courfeyrac rolled his eyes at Graintair’s antics “Dancer feet my ass.” He responded. Not that he didn’t believe Grantaire could dance, but he was taking out his grumpiness on Grantaire.. He was tired, grumpy, and he knew unfair to take out his frustration on Grantaire. But, well he didn’t really have an excuse. Courf rested his chin on the table and sighed. 

“Oui. Unbelievably tired. Lawyering before a case is no joke.” He whined. He has been interning at a local law firm recently and they were coming before a case. On top of that he and Combeferre seemed to have opposite shifts and never saw each other which had lead to some tension recently.

“Non. But he might of well have. He’s on a night shift rotation right now.” Courf sighed. “And well…. we don’t really fight. But.” Courfeyrac shrugged. They’d probably only really had 1 or 2 bad fights in the history of knowing each other. Combeferre just seemed to balance and understand Courfeyrac and he didn’t rise to Courfeyrac’s bait like others did. But without Combeferre home, Courfeyrac’s sleep schedule was bad and they were both irritable.

Courfeyrac looked up at Grantaire and nodded his head.”Oui. I think I need a break from my place.”

“Come on,” Grantaire threw an arm over Courfeyrac’s shoulder, “We can smoke when get to my place if you’d like.” He wasn’t sure where Courfeyrac fell on the opinion of marijuana but Grantaire liked to think he was a gracious host, and would always offer, particularly to a friend in need. It almost sounded like the two had fought, and Grantaire couldn’t imagine it, for Courfeyrac and Combeferre to fight- that was simply unthinkable. If they had fought Grantaire was almost sure Courfeyrac would take him up on his offer. 

“I’ll take my laundry off my couch and everything we can watch whatever.” He didn’t spend much time alone with Courfeyrac, usually spending time with him in proxy with Enjolras, or in larger group gatherings. He wasn’t sure what it was that Courfeyrac would be likely to want to watch but, even if Coufeyrac didn’t want to get high he would, it would matter after that what they watched. 

“It will be a whole sleepover.” He joked, as they walked to Grantaire’s place. “Even if we don’t smoke.” He promised. He’d not pressure his friends, what ever they said about him, he wasn’t a horrible person. 

[bastiengrantaire]

@xspectabund​ said ->  " here's a strange look in your eyes." [ enj ]

Grantaire couldn’t help but roll his eyes at this. “Perhaps it’s the weed.” There was however a truth to what Enjolras said, there probably was a strange look in Grantaire’s eyes, in addition to the weed of course. He’d spent the night listening, actually listening to Enjolras. He’d not spent much time trying to come up with anything to say to Enjolras, it was quite unusual, he’d hoped it had escaped notice. 

In truth Grantaire didn’t have much excuse for his silence. Perhaps it was the jacket Enjolras had worn today, maybe he was either too high or not high enough. At any rate he’d taken to listening rather than talking, glad to watch Enjolras. And Enjolras had taken notice.

“it’s usually the weed.” Grantaire grinned as best he could. “with me at any rate” that and I’m in love with you,  Grantiare thought. 

[bastiengrantaire]

of-dimples-and-superbness‌:

Chetta gave Grantaire a stern look as he rolled his eyes. She had always enjoyed Grantaire and felt his differing opinions and the points he brought up were good for the others to hear. But honestly, he some times took things too far. She didn’t typically talk much about the political sides of things, mostly because felt there were enough of the others for things to be discussed. But, she wasn’t one to shy away from sharing her thoughts when she felt it necessary to share.

“And I said that’s bullshit!” She said. “Sure there can be guidelines that help establish order, but no one wants to be told how to live, no matter where you are in life. If someone needs public housing they need hope and to be seen as trustworthy. If they’re elderly or disabled they may need more help but they still want to be independent.” She argued. “Just look at what the workhouses did to people. It dehumanized them and took away their independence and individuality because they were told how to live every moment of every day. It had horrible, lasting, effects on all of them.”

Grantaire huffed, not wanting to upset Chetta. Despite what the others thought, he could step down from a fight. At least if he wasn’t standing across from Enjolras. So he took a deep breath and pushed his hair out of his face before nodding. “Alright, alright.” he held his hands up as if that would take tension out of the air, he doubted it, he did it enough with a shit eating grin that it was a meaningless gesture.

“You have a few points worth making.” he didn’t agree, and he would, not even to end the argument, but he would concede that much to hopefully get Chetta of his ass. It was bad enough she’d called him on his bullshit twice. “lets just leave it there?” He wasn’t sure if she would back down, but he really didn’t want to fight with her, not about this.

[bastiengrantaire]

@courf-the-lawstud-ent​ said ->  ‘ i hope you step on a lego. ’ 

“What?” Grantiare smirked kicking his leg into a high kick before winking at Combeferre “and harm my dancer’s feet?” he shook his head. “that’s harsh, and hardly common coming from you.” he squinted in Courfeyrac’s direction.

“I think, you’re tired.” He said the fight going out of him. It was fun to argue back and forth with his friends. He hardly knew when to stop. But Courfeyrac was, well he’d always been good to Graintaire, taking care of him, stepping in before Grantaire or Enjolras said something that they didn’t mean but could ruin what little of a relationship they had.

“Did Combeferre leave without you?” he frowned looking around not seeing the man. “I have an extra bed if you want to crash with me?” He wasn’t used to taking care of his friends. At least not like this, usually they were drunker when he stepped in.