Joly and Bossuet sitting in class with their heads under the desk because they just can’t stop laughing at Enjolras interrogating the professor and Grantaire looking at him like he’s a super-fucking-hero
sketchin R in class w@ever w@eva
andrew lloyd webber looks exactly like the kind of person who would write a musical about cats
everyone always forgets how close bossuet and joly were to grantaire. It’s a shame, because imagine modern!au grantaire sharing an apartment with joly, bossuet, and musichetta, and he’s like “yeah, okay, you three go have lots of loud sex in the other room, I’m just going to sit here, getting wasted and playing angry birds, nbd” but they all secretly adore grantaire, and people come over to see the four of them squished onto the tiny sofa, snuggling and watching game of thrones, all of them unconsciously petting grantaire like a cat, because he needs to be surrounded by love to be happy and they know it.
look at me I’m pontmercyyyyy
lousy with virginityyyy
i can’t get wed till my friends are all dead
I can’t—I’m pontmercyyyy
hedwig and the angry inch (2014)
what a life I might have known..
One would have said, to see the pensive thoughtfulness of his glance, that he had already, in some previous state of existence, traversed the revolutionary apocalypse.