A name difficult to say

Feuilly. 20. Queer. They/Them. Vietnamese. Artist.  [Part of the Rebel Red RP Group. Avatar by Dương Nhân from Pexels, Background by Vo Thuy Tien from Pexels.] 

[beseriousr]

*does a whole ridiculous dance routine to ‘she’s a maniac’*

[feuillyoflesamis]

R honey are you doing alright there? (Also how dare you not invite me to join ;-;)

[rebelredrpgroup]

Grantaire, do you want to build a barricade?

Parody of Frozen’s Do you want to be a snowman?

Enjolras: 

Grantaire, do you want to build a barricade? 

Come on, let’s go rebel!

Let’s cut the fat ones down to size

The people of France will rise!

Let’s move in for the kill. 

You said you believe in me, but not the cause.

I wish you can tell me why. 

Do you want to build a barricade?

It doesn’t need to have a coffin. 

Grantaire: 

Go away, Enjolras.

Enjolras: 

Okay bye :( 

Enjolras: 

Do you want to build a barricade?

Or ride a horse around the roads?

I think the monarchy is overdue

It’s time to execute 

The oppressors of our land! 

(“cOurF nO iF tHe sOnG rHyMeS tHeN wE aRe cOmPLyiNg wiTH tHe sYsTeM”) 

It gets a little restless

In this Musain’s room

But I know the people will rise! 

Grantaire: 

Ange, I know you’re hopeful, 

But the people do not hear. 

You say “have courage”, and I’m trying to.

If you permit me so, 

Just take my hand. 

We are the only ones left, 

Just you and me. 

Finish us with one blow. 

Both:

Do you want to build a barricade?

[courfthechivalrousgaydramaking]

When I said “Enj” I meant it like Enjolras but you know what I like “ange” better

[feuillyoflesamis]

Eh same thing really :p 

[femboy-genius-deactivated202407]

Being up at 4-5 am is like loading in a level but the textures haven’t loaded all the way through yet.

[femboy-genius-deactivated202407]

[dualdestinies-archive-deactivat]

i like this text post a lot because it’s a comparison between two extremely different styles of humor despite it, effectively, being the same joke

[beseriousr]

Sooooo… I dropped out… again… 

[feuillyoflesamis]

How are you feeling? Wanna talk about it (or about anything)? 

[beseriousr]

feuillyoflesamis‌:

beseriousr‌:

A slight winch gives way to a smile but then he’s leaning a little heavily into Feu, nose burying in their hair, “sub’s fine. You smell good.” he mumbles, snuffing a few times and then just laying his cheek against them. “How badass do I look?” the ass was tagged on, almost like an afterthought, a correction.

Feuilly staggers a bit when Grantaire settles his weight onto them, but quickly regains balance and holds onto their roommates. 

“I smell like coffee and customer service. It’s not that nice,” they shrug with their free shoulder, their other arm squeezing R’s waist to keep him up straight. 

“You look like you got your ass handed to you,” they snorts, reaching up to pet Grantaire’s curl, now even more wild and unruly. Feuilly will be lying if they say their heart isn’t softened at R’s affection. They pull a little at Grantaire, leading him toward the subway station. 

“Come on, let’s go home.” 

“Hey,” Grantaire chuckles, looping his arm securely around Feuilly’s shoulders, taking a moment to steady him. “I happen to like coffee. A lot. I might also not be able to smell much.” He snorted after a moment, then dabbed the tissue back against his nose. No blood, but that was no surprise with them plugged. “Sorry.” He muttered, shoving the tissue in his pocket. Just about everything hurt. He’d had worse though and he started his feeble steps after Feuilly’s lead. “You should see the other guys.”

[feuillyoflesamis]

“I’m sure you kicked their asses,” Feuilly placated. They didn’t talk much through the walk to the station. 

The subway was almost empty when they got on, strangler passengers slumping on ugly orange seats. Feuilly pulled Grantaire down next to them, letting him lean against their shoulder and place his head on top of theirs. 

[thathalloweenyfeeling]

Krispy Kreme Monster Batch 2019

[thejehanprouvaire]

Okay so there might be a guy I like....

[feuillyoflesamis]

Ah young love! Come to my room Jehan, we can talk about him over tea and cookies :) 

and set up a 20 step plan to woo him

[enjolras-says-fuck-the-goverment]

You two are hopeless! 

let me plan with you.

[feuillyoflesamis]

Love is very important Enjolras! 

*cough* and you call us hopeless *cough*

[thejehanprouvaire]

But it isn’t that simple! He’s just... ahhhhhhh

[feuillyoflesamis]

So what I am hearing is that we need a 40-step plan instead? :D or a 200-step plan if we’re feeling ambitious? 

(Still come to my room tho I just washed my blankets and they are very warm and toasty :) )

[thejehanprouvaire]

Okay so there might be a guy I like....

[feuillyoflesamis]

Ah young love! Come to my room Jehan, we can talk about him over tea and cookies :) 

and set up a 20 step plan to woo him

[enjolras-says-fuck-the-goverment]

You two are hopeless! 

let me plan with you.

[feuillyoflesamis]

Love is very important Enjolras! 

*cough* and you call us hopeless *cough*

[thejehanprouvaire]

Okay so there might be a guy I like....

[feuillyoflesamis]

Ah young love! Come to my room Jehan, we can talk about him over tea and cookies :) 

and set up a 20 step plan to woo him

[beseriousr]

feuillyoflesamis‌:

beseriousr‌:

feuillyoflesamis‌:

I’m here. Care to explained what happened? 

There’s a rueful smile as he wipes a hand under his nose, the other hand pinching it. There’s blood down his shirt and evidence there is definitely more than just a bloody nose. A black eye graces his face and a few scuff marks are evident on his clothes. “I tripped.” he holds his hand out for the tissues asked.

Feuilly doesn’t look convinced or impressed. They hand Grantaire the small pouch of tissues and the flash he asked for. 

“Into someone’ fist?” They ask, concerned. “Do you want me to call Joly and ask him to give you a check-up?” 

The comment startles a laugh from him. There’s alcohol already on his breath, but he doesn’t ooze it. “Into someone’s fist.” he confirms, nasally as he stuffs wads of the paper in his nose and finally tilts his head back, rolling his neck. Then he reaches for the flask and downs a good three or four gulps. “To be fair-” He sighs, screwing the cap back on the flask, “They were talking shit.” He smiled, then lifts a hand to Feuilly’s shirt hem for a tug. “Can we go home?”

[feuillyoflesamis]

Feuilly softens at their roommate’s little tug. They wrap an arm around R’s waist (not because they are too short to reach his shoulders what).

“Yeah, let’s go home,” they say. “Will you be ok with the subway?”

[beseriousr]

A slight winch gives way to a smile but then he’s leaning a little heavily into Feu, nose burying in their hair, “sub’s fine. You smell good.” he mumbles, snuffing a few times and then just laying his cheek against them. “How badass do I look?” the ass was tagged on, almost like an afterthought, a correction.

[feuillyoflesamis]

Feuilly staggers a bit when Grantaire settles his weight onto them, but quickly regains balance and holds onto their roommates. 

“I smell like coffee and customer service. It’s not that nice,” they shrug with their free shoulder, their other arm squeezing R’s waist to keep him up straight. 

“You look like you got your ass handed to you,” they snorts, reaching up to pet Grantaire’s curl, now even more wild and unruly. Feuilly will be lying if they say their heart isn’t softened at R’s affection. They pull a little at Grantaire, leading him toward the subway station. 

“Come on, let’s go home.” 

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[beseriousr]

feuillyoflesamis‌:

beseriousr‌:

feuillyoflesamis‌:

I’m here. Care to explained what happened? 

There’s a rueful smile as he wipes a hand under his nose, the other hand pinching it. There’s blood down his shirt and evidence there is definitely more than just a bloody nose. A black eye graces his face and a few scuff marks are evident on his clothes. “I tripped.” he holds his hand out for the tissues asked.

Feuilly doesn’t look convinced or impressed. They hand Grantaire the small pouch of tissues and the flash he asked for. 

“Into someone’ fist?” They ask, concerned. “Do you want me to call Joly and ask him to give you a check-up?” 

The comment startles a laugh from him. There’s alcohol already on his breath, but he doesn’t ooze it. “Into someone’s fist.” he confirms, nasally as he stuffs wads of the paper in his nose and finally tilts his head back, rolling his neck. Then he reaches for the flask and downs a good three or four gulps. “To be fair-” He sighs, screwing the cap back on the flask, “They were talking shit.” He smiled, then lifts a hand to Feuilly’s shirt hem for a tug. “Can we go home?”

[feuillyoflesamis]

Feuilly softens at their roommate’s little tug. They wrap an arm around R’s waist (not because they are too short to reach his shoulders what).

“Yeah, let’s go home,” they say. “Will you be ok with the subway?”

[beseriousr]

uhm… oops? Anyone got tissues?

[feuillyoflesamis]

R what happened? Are you okay?

[beseriousr]

Just a bloody nose. Can you pick me up though maybe? The bar downtown, O’Reilly’s. 

[feuillyoflesamis]

I’m coming. Do you need anything else? 

[beseriousr]

There’s a flask on my nightstand? Pretty please? You’re the best. Thank you. I’m outside.

[feuillyoflesamis]

I’m here. Care to explained what happened? 

[beseriousr]

There’s a rueful smile as he wipes a hand under his nose, the other hand pinching it. There’s blood down his shirt and evidence there is definitely more than just a bloody nose. A black eye graces his face and a few scuff marks are evident on his clothes. “I tripped.” he holds his hand out for the tissues asked.

[feuillyoflesamis]

Feuilly doesn’t look convinced or impressed. They hand Grantaire the small pouch of tissues and the flash he asked for. 

“Into someone’ fist?” They ask, concerned. “Do you want me to call Joly and ask him to give you a check-up?” 

[beseriousr]

uhm… oops? Anyone got tissues?

[feuillyoflesamis]

R what happened? Are you okay?

[beseriousr]

Just a bloody nose. Can you pick me up though maybe? The bar downtown, O’Reilly’s. 

[feuillyoflesamis]

I’m coming. Do you need anything else? 

[beseriousr]

There’s a flask on my nightstand? Pretty please? You’re the best. Thank you. I’m outside.

[feuillyoflesamis]

I’m here. Care to explained what happened? 

[beseriousr]

uhm… oops? Anyone got tissues?

[feuillyoflesamis]

R what happened? Are you okay?

[beseriousr]

Just a bloody nose. Can you pick me up though maybe? The bar downtown, O’Reilly’s. 

[feuillyoflesamis]

I’m coming. Do you need anything else? 

[beseriousr]

uhm… oops? Anyone got tissues?

[feuillyoflesamis]

R what happened? Are you okay?

[feuillyoflesamis]

I think I might be incredibly sick and I don’t know if I can afford that right now.