#bref.

[release-the-sheep]

Les Boomers: Non, non, ce sont juste des amis, il ne veut pas dire ça comme ça!

Souchon et Voulzy:

depuis des ANNÉES genre what if bruce springsteen and clarence clemons were french and they were nerds

[captain-jale]

Jvais vriller la SNCF grand est a encore augmenté le prix des TER.

Cest maintenant moins cher de faire le trajet en voiture ET de payer le parking sur place ??? Vous trouvez ça normal la SNCF ????? VOUS TROUVEZ ÇA NORMAL ????

[mossistyping]

Dreamed that I was telling my former coworker that if we really wanted to be precise I'm probably agender but because idgaf I go with nonbinary. I am bisexual and nonbinary. Put me in the two boxes of many options please

[somuchbetterthanthat]

Anne is putting her coat on when the front door opens and Grantaire comes in, loud as always, cheerfully yelling "Honey I'm home!" before realizing both Enjolras and Anne are standing right there. R, of course, doesn't miss a beat, grasps at his shirt and lays against their cupboard's door to whisper: "...Betrayal..."

Enjolras rolls his eyes at him but Anne flushes slightly, which is rather odd considering she's definitely met Grantaire before, at Le Musain, and that's where he likes to be at his most ridiculous, oftentimes encouraged (and joined) by Joly and Bossuet. It does become a bit clearer when she says:

"Hi Grantaire. I'm.. Sorry, I didn't know you two were... together."

There's something in her voice that makes Enjolras straightens up and Grantaire grinning wildly at her: "Oh we're not," he says. "It's more of a coakroach situation really-" (Enjolras stares at him. His grins softens.) "Wait, no, that's mean, my therapist said I shouldn't do that anymore -- i'm more like a rescued dog, I suppose--"

This time, Enjolras glares and Anne, poor Anne, looks between the two of them and goes "er--"

"I'm joking, I'm joking," Grantaire interrupts her. "Sorry, Monsieur Enjolras, very much beg your pardon --" he leans in towards Anne and whispers: "I'm his indentured servant. But we say companions to avoid everybody calling him an hypocrite when he talks about equality --"

"I think you've made your point," Enjolras says, very quiet, and Grantaire says "When do I ever, my love?" but that all seem quite enough for Anne, who hastily says her goodbyes and leaves with no further remarks about their relationship.

He wonders if she'll gossip about it, or if Grantaire has made it awkward enough she won't. He knows he shouldn't care either way - knows he used not to consider romantic dalliances as anything of interest in general (there's enough work and problems as it is in the world to care about-), but it's been several months now that Grantaire has moved in and although they both know what this is, although none of their friends bat an eye at it, he wonders...

"You're thinking very loudly," Grantaire tells him. "Also you've been still and silent for the past five minutes. If you must know. Are you mad?"

Enjolras slowly blinks, tilting his head towards him. With Anne gone R is much calmer, though Enjolras notes the gentle flush at the back of his neck, the uncertain, troubled glint in his eye and he can't help but frown a little.

"You didn't have to tell her all this," he says. "That wasn't kind. To her, and to yourself."

"I didn't even give her one greek or roman examples," R points out, shrugging. "I think I was actually very well-behaved. What do you think she actually expected, anyway? You know what people think -- well, no, that's beyond you, which is more than fair, let me worry about silly things like outside judgement and Anne, really, is lovely, and I know her girlfriend, and she knows I live here, so, really, it's altogether not my fault she doesn't know more about all of this, and she'll have made up her mind the second she saw us, and I might be forgetting the point I was making, see? I'm very bad at that. It's been a very long day, actually, I'd enjoy us not arguing, please? Can you just talk to me all serious and maybe pet my hair a little...?"

Actually, Enjolras is half of a mind to argue anyway, but it might be a conversation they should have... later; when R is soothed, when Enjolras has figured out exactly what he wants to say, and when they both got a little bit more of what they need. He presses a palm against his forehead, breathes out slowly, and offers his other hand to Grantaire: "Come here."

Grantaire pratically leaps to intertwine their fingers, eager as either as Enjolras pulls him close against him, nuzzling his shoulder. Enjolras's mouth dries a little, as he recalls Grantaire's own self description, but he bowes his head and, carefully, presses the ghost of kiss over Grantaire's dark curls.

"Companions is sufficient," he still says, probably just a tad too severe despite himself. "I like companions."

"I love companions," Grantaire mutters his chest. "Adores it. Cherishes it. Worships it. Will commission Jehan to write a poem about it next time we see him, actually, how's that?"

[yeeiguess]

Sometimes the thing that helps is actually physical exercise and that fucking sucks. How is my body able to make my lungs breath and my heart beats all right but I don't naturally have enough core strength to stay upright for ten minutes ?

[jules-and-company]

premier chialage de l’année à cause de la prépa, la seule lumière dans l’obscurité c’est mon prof de lettres/grec qui a immédiatement repéré que j’allais pas bien et qui a essayé de me stimuler pour éviter que je spirale (alors qu’il ne savait rien de l’état de ma santé mentale, ce mec est un amour)

[liskysun]

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[yeeiguess]

I see people up at 1am and I’m like ´hey ! Go to sleep you’ll be tired !’ and then I look at the time and it’s 1am and I’m still up. I’m the best at looking after others about certain things but not after myself for the same exact things

(Nothing to do with that but I’ve been reading Zukka fanfic the whole day and... when I tell y’all I read pure gold. I’m so glad their ship tag is doing so well. I love them. You can totally send asks for them !! I wanna try writing them :) )