I’ve got a seminar trip out to an art gallery this week which I should be doing reading for, so I set a fic there instead.
with the small things
Everyone has the right to see art; it’s one of the only true pleasures of life.
(Title from a Van Gogh quote)
He’s midway to planning the heist out in his head – the painting isn’t behind a glass screen, and the single security guard in the room has spent more time checking his watch than looking around the room, he’d be easily distracted by a screaming baby or a woman claiming to have had her bracelet stolen. Éponine would be perfect for that role, she’d be happy with a 50/50 split, or it would have to be a three way split because she’d bring Montparnasse in, and he’d be the one to take down their CCTV. Little Gavroche could set off the fire alarm and then would help them smuggle it out in the confusion. They’d all be rich, and Grantaire could pay off his debts and still have left over to drink away, Ponine and Parnasse could move in somewhere less crummy with a room for Gavroche and they’d be renowned art thieves– when the hand comes down on his shoulder.
It was caroll-in's birthday so we sent her this drawing of her designs of Enjolras and Grantaire asddsfgh
<333 you ded yet karol
I got like 8 watermelon themed things for my birthday so either there’s no curse after all or I’m his favourite one and he decided to spare me for now xDDD
thank youuuu guys <333 I love this pic so much, you have no idea ;u;
Anonymous said: J/B/M called the wrong number and confessed my love to you in a sappy way before you could get a word in au please and thank you!!:D
(Less sappy and more ENTIRELY RIDICULOUS but Joly and Bossuet are involved, so. A tale of love and exclamation points.)
“Okay, don’t say anything, okay? I just … I know we said this was a thing we don’t do, but R says we’re doing it anyway so we may as well admit it, so, okay. Okay. I love you. Oh my God, I said it, Joly, why aren’t you saying anything?”
Musichetta thought it was odd that Bossuet from her lit class last semester was calling her, since they’d kind of flirted before he backed off a week or two before finals. The name Joly makes things both more and less clear, since it’s obvious that he’s not actually confessing his love for her in the awkwardest way possible, but also Joly was in her bio class last semester and also flirted with her before backing off a week or two before finals. This probably bodes well for Bossuet’s confession, when he makes it to the right person. “I think you dialed the wrong romcom,” she says apologetically.
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Grantaire is wearing Enjolras’ scarf the next time Les Amis all meet at the Musain. Enjolras is talking with Bahorel about the film he went to see with Joly and Combeferre the night before, when Grantaire walks in, the thick, red scarf wound around his neck twice so it covers his chin. Enjolras blanks, completely forgetting what he was meant to say to Bahorel because all he can do is stare.
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Anonymous said: Any ship involving Jehan and a flower/plant shop: misunderstandings in flower language AU.
Jehan knows one thing about Bahorel, and that is that he really, really dislikes someone, or several someones, but wants to express it in the classiest manner possible.
The first time he came in, he asked for a whole bouquet of yellow carnations, and when Jehan coughed and asked if maybe he wanted some other colors in there as well, Bahorel stared at him and then shook his head sadly, like he’d missed something very important. So Jehan makes a lovely bouquet of yellow carnations all wrapped in yellow ribbon, with a little baby’s breath to soften the rejection, and Bahorel leaves beaming.
Since then, he’s asked for every disdainful flower or plant in the books, from geranium for stupidity to hydrangea for heartlessness. Every time, he beams at the bouquet, and spends a long time puzzling over what to say in the cards he always attaches, and then beams at Jehan while he pays and walks out with it.
some courferre sketches and cheek smooches for y’all because i’m trash and they’re cute and i think i’m finally settling on how i want to draw these dorks