france before pants

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here’s our wardrobe headcanon for this au:

courf is kinda preppy, but in a somewhat ironic way, like he wears really nice, tailored skinny suits and his casual clothes are mostly skinny pants and button-downs which he wears with sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone and he also favors the v neck. but he’s also got this huge-ass collection of really stupid looking sweaters that he wears AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY. he loves to wear wingtip shoes. also he’s a ginge.

enjolras is one of those kids who wears only ethically-made clothes so his wardrobe is pretty sparse (which is also okay with him like jeez he does not need clothes taking up all his closet space he can use that space for other stuff). he likes skinny jeans because he feels like baggy pants trip him up, he wears a fair amount of red simply because he likes the color, and other than that he tends to prefer dark, muted colors or white or grey. sometimes courf gets tired of his lack of variety and will secretly slip into enjolras’ closet some of the clothes he doesn’t wear anymore. enjolras NEVER notices this so most of his shirts are v necks.

combeferre is a very professional pre-med student and owns almost no casual clothes, so he’s almost always in like half a suit.

jehan’s wardrobe is inexplicable. he likes scarves and LOVES stupid looking sweaters completely unironically. he’ll wear pretty much any color from ghastly mustard yellow to super pale pink and everything in between and beyond. he also sees the beauty in greys and muted colors and he really loves clothes that remind him of the middle ages so he wears stuff that alludes to that time period a lot. he has longer hair than the others and sometimes wears flowers or ribbons in it just because (he’s super cute sometimes he french-braids ribbons into his hair). anything beautiful, he loves, and he sees beauty in everything.

grantaire is a total and complete hipster. he wears skinny jeans and ironic sweaters and wingtip shoes and those boots that i don’t know what they’re called but they pretty much just scream i-only-like-foreign-experimental-films. he’s got some hipster haircut, probably an undercut or something with a shavey bit. he wears the sweaters even in the summer and everyone wonders how he doesn’t get heat stroke. the only time he’s not wearing the sweaters is when he’s wearing t-shirts that have stupid innuendos on them or are alcohol paraphernalia.

bahorel doesn’t give a shit about his appearance. he dresses like a bro, but everyone loves him anyway because he’s great.

joly is pretty conventional. he likes jeans and t-shirts as long as they’re not sloppy-looking and he wears poorly-tailored suits when he needs professional stuff for his pre-med degree. he like converse because he feels like they give him traction.

bossuet wears really weird stuff like sometimes he’s wearing shiny tank tops and little shorts and sometimes he looks like he’s dressed like the phantom of the opera and no one knows if he does this on purpose like jehan or if he’s just completely clueless.

marius IS completely clueless, but he lets courf dress him so he basically dresses like a less-tailored, more-awkward version of courfeyrac.

feuilly is poor, but sophisticated. his clothes are mostly second-hand or cheap but he puts his outfits together with care so he always looks good anyway. he tends to swing more toward professional and clean-cut than hipster or at all ironic.

les amies de l’abc » enjolras

LES MIS AU - Grantaire decides to introduce himself to the new office supervisor Enjolras.

“So… you’re the guy who’s going to be riding me for the next 6 months, huh?”

“E-excuse me?”

Les Amis de l’ABC

↳ Feuilly

❝les amis MONSTERBOYS❞: { jehan - ｄｒｙａｄ }

“i will shelter you when you’re alone. cradle you within myself, support the spirit of your mind. to natures child comes nature’s wealth.”

 he is a subject of poetry and literature and that which captivates whimsical nature; from classic lore, from keats, and coleridge. jehan would rather himself nothing more than a muse for those onlooking; hiding more often among leaves and brush and making careful observation. it’s in the woods that men hold axes and hostile nature and what better is the chance to cut something down that simply enchants?

by mythology he is aware that his kindred are prominently female from the gracing likes of chrysopeleia, pitys, and eurydice. and this leads to the conclusion by many whom see him basking in the sun that he is nothing different than the rest. humans are endearing in that way but nonetheless - he would rather spend his time mingling in the trees attempting to write that which enthuses him. 

by nature of the Romantic he observes leaves as they fall from his branches and flowers wilt from his forehead from their spring crown. nature is fragile and alive; ever constant - and he’s perfectly content with his own place in the teetering balance of life. he’s seen his kin burn, he’s watched the night sky glow red.

there are things that need to be changed, words to be heard, life meant to rise from the ashes.