i dare to live. i am Liberty.

People speak often about nature without knowing her, they fix her limits arbitrarily; they do not know or pretend not to know it is impossible to act contrary to it.

[magicpiano]

Based on a conversation from discord

[the-thrill-be-damned-deactivate]

also it’s a shame they didn’t manage to work in marius’s whole passionate foot-in-mouth pro-napoleon speech, because if that were part of the musical they could have marius tear open the front of his shirt at the end of it, and then when combeferre does his “to be free” mic drop in response, he rips his whole shirt completely off and dramatically flings it to the side like a male stripper, and marius is super intimidated

[deboracabral]

@bleulily requested Enjolras and Grantaire as princes and… this is where my mind went? Grantaire is no longer allowed near the crafts table. Thanks for the coffee ☕️ 

Buy me a coffee and I’ll do you a doodle

[wilwywaylan]

Happy Boyfriends with Bad Decisions Skills Logic and Philosophy Week! Just look at those two nerds working so hard !!

(you can just hear Joly scream in the background, because you know that RedBull is gonna end up in the coffeepot)

Combeferre is wearing Spocks, aka those nice Star Trek socks.

[the-march-hair]

Enjoltaire, i’ve been having feels for various fic so I drew feels.

[mitoposting]

les misérables: joly

(oysters are a huge detail)

[littlesmartart]

@adorablecrab sent me this post because it reminded her of jehan and courf and I HAD TO STRONGLY AGREE

they had a good time :)

[sceptiqueveille]

grantaire: I want to drink. I want to forget life. Life is the disgusting invention of God-knows-who. It doesn’t last and it isn’t worth anything. We twist our necks trying to stay alive. Life is a stage setting in which almost nothing is real. Happiness is an old canvas painted on one side.

grantaire: nvrmind guys he texted me back :)

[deboracabral]

For the kissing thing: Courfhan #4?

:)

[deboracabral]

These are so cute! :D Enjolras x Feuilly for number 10 (kiss on the shoulder)? ^_^

There you go :D 

[deboracabral]

@pilferingapples told me that if I gave Jehan an art block it would heal my own. This better work, I feel guilty.

[aporeticelenchus]

Belated three sentence fic for @adorablecrab as a thank you for kofi donation!

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The streets are coated in snow deep enough to drag at Grantaire’s feet and threaten to fill his boots with damp, an invitation to hate the world - or at least the North - until he spots Enjolras, framed by the brilliant glare of sun reflected on snow, an ethereal being in a radiant and transformed landscape. Enjolras seems entranced, running a gloved hands through the snow as though he’s never seen such a thing before, and for a moment Grantaire feels he see the world as Enjolras might: brilliant and full of possibility. A tiny, secret smile dances across Enjolras’ lips; Grantaire’s heart stops for a moment as Enjolras looks up and shares that smile with him, he thinks he may never breath again if only this moment will freeze in time and never move or change - until a snowball hits him square in the face.

[pilferingapples]

#in Enjolras’ defense: he thought Grantaire would duck#also in Enjolras’ defense: Grantaire probably deserved it#I am 100% sure Grantaire has past Snowball Crimes to atone for

[deboracabral]

Hahaha I’m sorry

From this, obviously. Lost the link but it’s from An Oresteia, translated by Anne Carson

[deboracabral]

👌

[aporeticelenchus]

If you're still taking prompt anything (anything, fluff, friendship, angst, romo, canon or modern, etc) with ec2/the triad/trio/ Enj, Courf, and 'Ferre?

This is probably nothing like what you were looking for, sorry. I just ended up adding Courfeyrac into the self-indulgent Valentine’s Day platonic Enjolras + Combeferre friend date fluff I’d already promised to write for myself. For context, I decided last year that Enjolras and Combeferrespend every Valentine’s Day hanging out together and giving each other theworst gag gifts they can think of, much to Courfeyrac’s perpetual confusion.

I have no idea what, if anything, the 19th Century French did to celebrate St. Valentine’s feast day, and because this fic is self-indulgent nonsense I have no intention of researching to find out.

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[theladyragnell]

JBM but .... *in space*

(I apologize. I am just having a LOT of Opportunity feelings.)

Marsis so, so quiet. Musichetta has lived the last eighteen months withthe constant hum of machine noise and three other people cramped intoa small space with her, making bangs and clangs and overwrought moansabout missing bagels, and even with her EVA suit on and the sound ofJoly and Bossuet breathing into their suit mics in her ears, she canstill feel the quiet pressing in around her.

Bossuetis first off the lander. That’s always been the plan, because he’sthe mission commander and because, he once said in a fatalistic mood,that if anything is going to go dreadfully wrong, it may as well gowrong before Joly andMusichetta step on a whole new planet. He breathes out sharply assoon as he steps on Martian soil. “Lesgens ont des étoiles qui ne sont pas les mêmes,”he says, and it sounds like he’s on the edge of tears. Musichetta istrying her hardest not to cry as well, and she thinks Joly has givenup the battle.

R, upin orbit, hears it first. Earth will hear it in four minutes, theline that Bossuet was so careful to memorize, in these last weeks ofthe voyage. “I hear you loud and clear,” R says, a cracklethrough their headsets. “Musichetta and Joly, are you ready?”

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[deboracabral]

This could be 2am or 8am there’s no way to tell