Now is the Time To Decide Who We Are

Red: the blood of angry men. Black: the dark of ages past. We went over this. Get it right, Marius. [[Warning: This Muse is a notoriously stubborn, clueless idiot and sometimes acts his shoe size instead of his age. Exercise caution when treading the subjects of emotions, feelings, or sleep. Bribe with coffee and threaten with decaf.]] [Part of the Barricade URLs RP Club] [Ask Box is always open, Anon is always on!]

[grantairesuggestions]

don’t put the bottle down. that’s littering.

[enjolrassuggestions]

sounds like something someone who’s trying to avoid putting the bottle down would say

[grantairesuggestions]

just doing my bit for the environment

[notonyourbarricade]

*occasionally lurches back into existence*

[getoffmybarricade]

*casually dittos from a quiet corner*

[notonyourbarricade]

*occasionally lurches back into existence*

[getoffmybarricade]

*casually dittos from a quiet corner*

[bundibird]

possibly my favourite thing is that enjolras says “don’t let the wine go to your brains,” and grantaire stops what he’s doing in order to look dead at him and very purposely take a swig of wine in response

[getoffmybarricade]

would you sleep with saint just

Eh, no thanks, actually.

I look up to the man, revere him, sure. But I’m good. No thanks. I don’t feel the need to project romantic notions on people I look up to.

[notonyourbarricade]

There’s a moment you know…

You’re fucked.

[getoffmybarricade]

Well. Maybe if you ask really nicely…

[getoffmybarricade]

what is your opinion of a dude called louis antoine leon de saint just

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

In all seriousness, I admire many people, among them are, in fact, Saint-Just, Rousseau, and (naturally) Robespierre.

[jehanprouvvaire]

what I really want is combeferre “affirmed nothing, not even miracles; denied nothing, not even ghosts” and grantaire “took great care not to believe in anything” getting into long, increasingly weird philosophical debates

[bruisedknucklesatthebarricade]

Look at me. You look here. You don’t need to be afraid of who you are, or ashamed of what you look like or of what kind of thoughts you have in your head. You don’t need to be afraid to ask for help, either.

Fear can drive you forward in a fight, sure, but it drives you back way more often than it should. You’re stronger than your fear. There is no shame in asking for help, or for not meeting society’s strung out idea of what pretty is, or for–heaven forbid–having emotions.

You are a badass who doesn’t need to take any shit. Be proud of who you are. I’m proud of you.

[theywereschoolboys]

[getoffmybarricade]

Preserved for posterity.

[notonyourbarricade]

Just so everyone knows that we’re still ridiculous.

[getoffmybarricade]

Preserved for posterity.

[notonyourbarricade]

It was a huge disappointment as a child to fall in love with the stars and then find out how much math it requires to get anywhere near them. 

[getoffmybarricade]

Drama queen?

I am not a drama queen.

I’m a drama representative, elected for and by the people.

[notonyourbarricade]

((Nothing like trying to set your password as something you’ll remember and then always forgetting it the next time you have to log in. Always.))

[witchgirlheck]

so r can play piano, box, do gymnastics and dance [bangs fist on table] what can enjolras do

[rexnoctem-deactivated20210524]

Grantaire.

[witchgirlheck]

[just-french-me-up]

Makeup artist grantaire, maybe stage/theater

Listen: Grantaire as a makeup artist in the fashion industry.

All the creators WANT HIM because he’s so talented at what he does. He’s totally against that “hide people’s flaws behind makeup like a mask” bullshit. Grantaire sees beauty and magnifies it. Fashion designers call him the Michelangelo of make up and fight over who will manage to get him to work for them.

Grantaire has been working with Jehan lately, a new upcoming designer in the ashion industry, who impresses everybody with their bold choices, colour patterns and fabric associations. Everything Jehan was called weird for wearing before is now trendy and visionary. Plus, Jehan defies expectations by breaking gender barriers and working with models who don’t fit the runway’s standards.

So Grantaire goes to work one day, and there’s this new model who’s just started working with Jehan. Rumour has it he used to work with Dior and Yves Saint Laurent, but he ended his contract to work with Jehan, because their beliefs aligned perfectly. His name is Enjolras, and Grantaire is convinced he’s seen him on billboards before. But that was nothing compared to reality.

Grantaire has never seen someone that breath-takingly beautiful before. The new model’s divine, in an actually god-like way. Grantaire tries to keep it cool and shakes his hand, invites him to sit, the way things are usually done, but his throat has gone completely dry.

They’re here to determine which makeup style suits Enjolras best. It’s the standard procedure when a new model is hired. As ever, Grantaire tries to cover his nervousness but thinking out loud and talking, so the two of them end up having a conversation revolving mainly about makeup. Grantaire’s almost done when Enjolras asks him:

“So why did you choose to become makeup artist?”

Grantaire shrugs.

“I guess when you’re fuck ugly you just want to compensate by making something beautiful.”

That kind of answer usually weird people out. But Enjolras simply looks at him, all gold and eyeliner, glitter shining on his lips:

“You have beautiful eyes.”

Grantaire’s heart skips a beat. He does not fall in love so much as he plunges head first into it