And I'll breathe them all to d e a t h ;;

Grantaire. R. Art Student. Casual Non-believer. ( Grantaire Roleplay acc. Read info for more information.)

[granspoopy]

[granspoopy]

i've been busy with this project for over a week now and i still don't know what I have to do please send help

[granspoopy]

i had such a vivid dream of angst between grantaire and enjolras that i might actually make it fanfiction because wow it was heartbreaking why

[plotsforall]

Plot 81: What’s the Password? (Prohibition Era Plot Ideas)

From 1920 - 1933, the sale, manufacturing, storage and transportation of alcohol was prohibited in the United States. It was only a matter of time before the speakeasy had replaced the saloon, and federal agents were dispatched to address a level of crime never seen before.

• Muse A is jazz singer or piano player, currently in a relationship with Muse B, the owner of the speakeasy at which they work. The pair are caught up in a glamorous whirlwind of sex, illegal alcohol and evading the feds. When prohibition agents bust the club one night, Muse A and Muse B make a break for it out the back door and are now on the run with no more than the clothes on their backs, and the money in their pockets.

• Muse A and Muse B are a team of federal prohibition agents, tasked with going undercover to gain information about the supply and distribution of illegal alcohol. They infiltrate the largest speakeasy in the city, mingle with the patrons, buy plenty of rounds for the house, and after time become close with the underboss of a powerful organized crime family. Now armed with the necessary information to make a bust, Muse A and Muse B are torn. Being able to shed their stiff collars and enjoy a few drinks has been a welcome relief. Will they be able to leave it behind and enforce the law they promised to uphold?

• A drunken one night stand between Muse A and Muse B ends up blossoming into something more. They wake up next to each other and begin a little small talk to cut through the awkwardness. The more they share, the more Muse A and Muse B realize that the strong desire and attraction they felt is still there, and nearly overwhelming. It seems like a picture perfect case of love at first sight until Muse A reveals that they are a federal agent. Muse B is suddenly stricken with panic at the new information, because they are making ends meet as a rumrunner, transporting illegal alcohol.

• Muse A is the first born of a powerful mob boss and Muse B is the child of the bootlegger who supplies the city’s speakeasies with illegal alcohol. Their relationship (friends or lovers) has always been a close one, but there is a new strain beginning to drive them apart. Muse A’s father has begun to strong arm Muse B’s father for a heavy slice of their profits. Between paying off federal agents, taking care of their rumrunners, and buying supplies, there isn’t much left for Muse B to keep in their pocket, let alone hand over to organized crime. Will Muse A be willing to try putting pressure on their father to back off of Muse B’s family?

[granspoopy]

oh wow, just one thing? alright. well i think your portrayal is really spot on as far as descriptions go. when i'm reading it, i really get a sense of what's going on, what the scene's like, and it really surrounds the reader, which is amazing. it lets you get into grantaire's head which, in turn, allows the reader to see just how wonderful your interpretation is and how well you understand him and i'm just rly glad you came back k?

I'm. I often have this feeling that I leave the description hanging because of Grantaire's distracted thoughts and such, so to hear this from someone like you is so great, so great !! Ugh ugh ugh I am so glad I returned, not to mention your return and yeah. Thank you.

[ofpuddles-deactivated20141216]

granspoopy.

[ofpuddles-deactivated20141216]

                         ❝ Y’know… Gotham, um,                          isn’t the best place to be                          outside at night… ❞

[granspoopy]

           " You mean - I'm actually in Gotham.                        In Gotham Gotham. "

                                  He had strayed farther from his path                                   than he could've imagined. Then again,                                   sleeping in trains and busses wasn't                                                    exactly - clever.

                                                        " Uh. Yeah. Maybe not, no. "

[granspoopy]

I finally finished my theme. Tell me whether you like it or not, I'd appreciate the feedback!

[granspoopy]

ok theme changin period. don't peek. no peeking. don no

[brittsmemes]

Name one thing you really enjoy about how I portray my character.

[charming-butterrible-blog-blog]

"Do you usually drink when you’re masturbating, then? That doesn’t seem like a time to multitask." He sighs. "I mean, do you have some here in your apartment or do I have to go to a liquor store?"

[granspoopy]

                " I'm just going to ignore you actually said it                   out loud. But no, not in my apartment. So                 save yourself from searching through empty                                     bottles, my friend. "

[charming-butterrible-blog-blog]

"—Do you have rum and cola or do I have to run out and get you some?"

[granspoopy]

         " - Be truthful here, Enjolras, if I would have had            any, wouldn't I be drinking it right now instead of            asking you ever so politely? You know where            you can fetch some, oui? "

[sapphicdalliances]

im right now imagining, like, enjolras and grantaire are arguing and grantaire suddenly bellows “CITATIOn!” and enjolras just roars back, “COMBEFERRE!!!” and combeferre sighs long-sufferingly and starts reciting all of enjolras’s sources as he stands by triumphantly

[pilferingapples]

#grantaire looks around in a panic #shouts bAHOREL??? #bahorel rapidly spouts in a profesional voice the take out menu he ordered off of last night #everyone looks at him #well i had to say something (via unhooking-the-stars)

[sciientiist]

               ’you’re seriously going to make me do this?                 alright, fine. i’ll do it if i have to, but you have                 to buy me a drink afterwards as compensation                 for my pain and suffering.’

[granspoopy]

         'tell you what, if you dare to scream           fuckface outside, i'll pay for dinner.           drinks included. And password, for           itself speaking. Think of all the chato-,           I mean, kitten videos you can watch.'

[sciientiist]

               ’you wouldn’t.                 — would you?’

[granspoopy]

                 ' C'mooon. It's not like I ask                   you for your first-born child. '

[sciientiist]

                ‘         bullshit.’

[granspoopy]

            ' fine, no password for mademoiselle,                            that is. 'tis a shame. '

[sciientiist]

                ‘hi, uh — hey. i don’t mean to interrupt, but do you                   by any chance have the wi-fi password for this place?’

[granspoopy]

             ' haven't you heard of the rule? in order to get                the password, you must shout fuckface as                hard as you can. Go onnn. '

[granspoopy]

    The streets are pale and filled with sorrow ;           the blankness of the sky and                 the silence through narrowness           garnishing the image                        of Grantaire's empty song.

                                   -         SING US A SONG, YOU'RE THE                                                               PIANO MAN,                                                 SING US A SONG TONIGHT,                                            WHILE WE'RE ALL IN THE MOOD                                           FOR A MELODY, you got us feeling,                                                               a l l r i g h t.                             -