bill denbrough cries after sex

you know what, i am so glad you asked.

(you’re very right about the knee-jerk reaction the fandom has to go ‘grantaire is ugly! he must be fat, or hairy, or dark skinned. maybe all three?’ like. unless you are projecting your own attributes onto grantaire, stop.)

my grantaire, when i write and imagine him, is a grimy lanky white boy who looks like he never sleeps and just rolled out of bed simultaneously. he’s funny; sometimes he’s witty, sometimes he just says whatever the fuck comes to mind just to get a reaction out of people (enjolras). he’s got some Issues; the world has not been kind to him. he’s got some dumb fucking tattoos and you can’t tell if they’re ironic or not. either way, they’re mostly just bad. they kind of work with his overall Look, tho. maybe they’re hot in a certain light? who’s to say.

let’s talk clothes. personal style? you can’t tell if it’s nonexistent or if it’s a series of deliberate, carefully cultivated style choices that make him look like a mix of that annoying sewer rat of a weed dealer who you were nice to once (1 time) and now cannot seem to get rid of, and one of those rich assholes who wants to dress like homeless people because some other rich asshole told them to

he is not an attractive man, but sometimes his personality makes you think ‘wow, maybe he is?’ and he’s dating enjolras, who is this Unbelievably beautiful work of art of a person, so obviously there’s something you’re missing, he must actually be really hot

basically. what i’m saying is, when i think about grantaire, i’m picturing

“I saw you,” Eddie said. “You were playing the saxophone.”