#wtihk

[marlowelune]

Hi! You don't have to answer this question if you don't want but I was just wondering if you were ever planning on continuing the WTIHK series???? Me and a friend recently got into it and just wanted to know if it died

It didn’t die, I just started school :( I *want* to finish it, I just have a lot of shit to divide my time between :(

[marlowelune]

Enjolras Fauchelevent pre-transition vs 5 years on T (models are Emil Andersson and Hedvig Palm)  (WTIHK-verse specific. I don’t rlly rep white Enj anymore.) 

[sailorpants]

Ok, Hiding by Florence and the Machine works pretty well as a song summary of @princetenjolras ‘s most recent chapter to eir fic (which is amazing if you like enjoltaire and jecourferre read it!)

[marlowelune]

WIP for the Chapter 7 cover art. Everything sucks right now, please send me messages to distract me. :/

[marlowelune]

WTIHK Part II Chapter 6 Excerpt under the cut;;

Sorry folks, I did not make my deadline this week. Expect to see the release of Chapter 6 sometime in the next few days. For now, here is WIP of the cover - so gorgeously shoujo, whose sparkly daydream is that do you think? - and an excerpt from the chapter! 

[From: Jolllly 10:18]

>> Are you alive?

[From: Jolllly 10:39]

>> Grantaire? Grantaire if you died of alcohol poisoning I’m going to kill you

[From: Jolllly 11:40]

>> I’M GOING TO ASSUME YOU’RE SLEEPING OFF YOUR HANGOVER BUT YOU’D BETTER MESSAGE ME THE INSTANT YOU’RE AWAKE

[From: Jolllly 12:06]

>> GRANTAIRE I’M DYING PLEASE MESSAGE ME. WAKE THE FUCK UP. I’M TEXTING PROUVAIRE

[From: Jolllly 12:09]

>> Prouvaire says that you are still breathing. :) Happy sleeping

>> Drink lots of water if you wake up!

[From: Grantâne 13:25]

>> joly shit

[From: Jolllly 13:25]

>> GRANTAIRE! :D

[From: Grantâne 13:27]

>> i drunk 2 whole gaslaes of h2o jut for u bro

[From: Jolllly 13:27]

>> … Go back to sleep R.

[From: Grantâne 13:25]

>> no

>> ;D

In his right hand, Grantaire balanced his phone. In the other, the flask he had filled for the road (and then made a significant dent in and then filled again). He wore a rumpled wine-violet v-neck and mismatched socks but he hadn’t quite gotten around to pants yet. He was working on it. Jehan, already dressed in lime green jeans and a festive pink snowflake sweater and ready to go, was staring at him from the other side of their kitchen with disappointment and disapproval. “You know Grantaire, when I said we’d talk about this when you were sober, I wasn’t counting on you refusing sobriety well into the morning. Or the afternoon that serves as such for a drunk like yourself, hmm?”

Grantaire grinned a lopsided grin and shrugged. “Then you underestimate me. Why all your salt, dear beloved? For months and months you begged that I attend your politics club with you - well now I am ready for my second meeting, save for some pants, and you would be irate?” He took a swig of his flask and wandered off towards the stairs. Jehan followed.

“R, don’t play the innocent,” they pleaded as they skipped up the stairs after him. “I wanted you to come because I thought you might have a valuable perspective on our politics and our projects. You’re only attending now to be an antagonizing jerk.”

“Am not,” Grantaired rebutted eloquently. He turned into their bedroom and found a pair of dark gray jeans in a laundry pile on the floor. “I am very interested in politics and projects. I am going to be a model member.” Standing on one foot long enough to get his legs into the jeans was proving difficult since the room would not keep from wobbling, so he flopped down onto his ass on the carpet and wiggled them on that way. “I promise Jehan, I pinky swear, I am going to be very very good.”

Jehan stood over them a tight mouth and crossed arms, but their expression was one of concern and pity.  “You are going to be very very trashy.”

“Am not!” Grantaire insisted. The pants would not go over his ass because his ass was on the floor. This was a dilemma. Surely his twenty one years of life had equipped him with the skill and know-how to face this conflict and overcome it.

“Last night you told me that you were going to go to the meeting, confront Enjolras, and tell him that you at least deserved a ‘fuck off’ text.”

“Yes, well…” He’d figured it out. If he rolled on to his stomach, his ass wouldn’t be on the floor anymore. “That doesn’t count. Because I don’t remember it happening,” he asserted with his face smushed into the carpet. If he wiggled his knees up just so like a caterpillar, he might… be able to… unf… “I have decided to come to the Musain for completely new reasons.”

“Grantaire... Damn it, Grantaire, stop thrashing around on the ground.” Jehan came to his rescue, hooking the man’s knees over their shoulders, hoisting his lower back up off the ground and shoving his pants down over his hips. “You can’t even put on your own pants today, R, and you reek of whiskey and you sound like a smart-ass fourth grader after nap time. This is a day for staying inside, not for trying to impress your middle school boyfriend.”

“What if I take a vow of silence?” Grantaire collapsed spread-eagle on the floor. The ceiling and Jehan’s radiant face spun above him.  “If I promise to be very quiet and very good and just listen, can I go then?” Jehan stood up, crossed their arms over their sweater and considered. “You’re a grown man you know, and I can’t tell you whether or not you can go. I have only been trying to advise you against making decisions you’ll regret. Decisions you’ve made after being in various states of intoxication and post-intoxication and re-intoxication for… going on eighteen hours now. Best case scenario, you arrive just to puke all over Enjolras’s shoes.” They shifted their weight onto their other hip and huffed. “That said, if you’re going to insist on accompanying me, it would certainly benefit you to keep your mouth shut.”

“Yesss,” Grantaire whispered, and then clamped a hand over his mouth.

[scribblesandsuch21]

Cosette and Enjolras (at the time, Angèle) around when Grantaire met them. 

Inspired entirely by @princetenjolras’ AMAZING fic “Wild Tigers I have Known”, the link to which is right HERE! 

In which Enjolras is trans, and he and his identical twin, Cosette, are fosters of the Thenardiers. Or, more eloquently: 

It has been six years since Grantaire last saw the twins Angèle and Cosette; six years since they were mysteriously adopted on Christmas Day. Grantaire remained a foster at the Thénardier home until he could leave for university, and although it has been years, he still aches for the fiery girl in the attic. In his third year at University, he finds himself thinking of her again, painting her again, beginning to burn all over again for reasons he can’t explain. Meanwhile, his lovely roommate, dear friend and casual fuckbuddy Jehan Prouvaire has found a new social group. They are a hopeful assembly of student would-be-revolutionaries, containing friends both old and new and an onslaught of tensions to be resolved. Grantaire is not moved by their politics but he finds them fantastic company, and it is only after he has been truly absorbed into their number that he can be arsed to attend a meeting. There he meets the final member of their group, the Fearless Leader… for the second time.

[marlowelune]

ur playlists have accidentally sent me spinning back into my high school Radical Face obsession <3 <3 <3 i can't stop listening to them ty so so much. do u have a favorite song on ur wtihk playlists, or one that u have a lot of feelings about? i'd love to hear some ~behind the scenes~ info if u wanna talk abt them!! no pressure tho =)

Ahhh! Well I’d love to share a few of my favorite lyrics!!

As I think I said on the post, the two playlists both follow a part of the narrative:The first playlist starts out being about the time Enjolras and Grantaire spent together in the Thenardier home.“on a soiled mattress we drift to the attic where the dust collects on your long eyelashesthey say open up a window and stand in the sunshinebut you hide in the shadows because the light goes right through youyou’re a ghost, you’re a ghost, you’re a ghost of my mind”- Fleurs Captives, Nicole Dollanganger“It can see you through these dark days,Though they seem to darken as I go.Our love will see us through these dark, dark days sister,'Til it lights the way back home.Sister, hide our love away.It can turn the whole world upside down,Shake it 'til the sky falls to the ground.We don't have to reap the fear they sow,Friends, as long as we hide our love away,In the good they'll never know.”- Dark Days, Punch Brothers“We were tight knit boysBrothers in more than nameYou would kill for meAnd knew that I'd do the sameAnd it cut me sharpHearing you'd gone awayBut everything goes awayYeah everything goes away”- Always Gold, Radical FaceFrom there it transitions into Grantaire after the loss of Angele - it starts out hopeful and loving and sweet and becomes increasingly desperate and tragic and finally, resigned. “And though the sand may be washed by the seaAnd the old will be lost in the newWell four will not wait for threeFor three never waited for twoAnd though you will not wait for meI’ll wait for you”- Patient Love, Passenger (Catherine Rhodes cover)“I will remember your face'Cause I am still in love with that placeBut when the stars are the only things we shareWill you be there?”- Atlas Hands, Benjamin Francis Leftwich“Crash landStill I cant find you,And just as things were looking upWe're fucked...Because I'm stuck here on this islandAnd I lost her all over againNothing gets better than memoriesWhen all you have are memories for friends.”- Crash Land, Twin Atlantic“You've haunted me all my lifeThrough endless days and countless nightsThere was a storm when I was just a kidStripped the last coat of innocence...And so I wait but I never seem to learnHow to capture your diminishing returnsI still see you through the eyes of a childNot even thinking we could tame the wild...You've haunted me all my lifeYou've haunted me all my lifeYou are the mistress I can't make a wifeAnd you've haunted me all my life”- You’ve Haunted Me All My Life, Death Cab for CutieAnd Part II starts with Enjolras as a mentally ill trans kid struggling with anxiety, PTSD, anorexia and trying to get a grasp on his identity. "Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't moveAwake but cannot open my eyesAnd the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can't breatheAnd hope someone will save me this time...But you'll fight and you'll make it throughYou'll fake it if you have toAnd you'll show up for work with a smileYou'll be better you'll be smarterAnd more grown up and a better daughterOr son and a real good friend”- A Better Son/Daughter, Rilo Kiley“My body is the enemyI don’t feel the way I shouldIt always leads down an empty streetIt brings me nothin’ good”- OMG, Mansions“I am a slave, I’m under house arrestI am the beater, I am beaten for lessThan being punk and feeling anger swellAnd so I don my beaded dress and finger bellsShara, now get to workShara, this is going to hurtBe brave dear oneBe changed or be undoneBe brave dear oneBe changed or be undone, undone”- Be Brave, My Brightest DiamondAnd it transitions into Enjolras and Grantaire’s reunion and their building relationship.“you were one for the secret glances, trading mom and dad romanceswe can't be him and she and in a dream you rest in piecesi will keep your secrets safe lord knows i'm the one to do iti will speak your language, i'm the one to do it”- Dog Physics, Plaid Dragon“Oh, I've been worryin' that my time is a little unclearI've been worryin' that I'm losing the ones I hold dearI've been worryin' that we all live our lives in the confines of fearOh, I will become what I deserve (x4)”- The Fear, Ben Howard“I felt no painWhen you changed your nameWe were each other's only family...And I know you feel isolatedAnd I feel what you won't sayI don't care if the disbelievers don't understandYou're my pretty boy, always”- Pretty Boy, Young Galaxy

[fiversthirdeye]

If we both pretend that there was an end, then maybe there really will be a beginning. And it will start with us, running away together. Off, off, off. Far, far, far away. And we'll live with the lions and sleep in trees. Just sleep, that's all we need.