Vive la Révolte

A: I’ve just landed in Paris, I’ll be staying there for a few days before I drive down to the village where I’ll be living.

im so in love with this beautiful mocha man 

our most patriotic national holiday is coming up also genderfluid erzsébet is canon

lifestyle headcanons ➢ france

francis’ apartment somehow always smells like roses and lavender or coffee and fresh baked bread despite the fact that he inhales more smoke than air. he probably has a second, larger home out in the countryside just to house all of his clothing and paintings. as it is, he is incredibly sentimental and his apartment is constantly strewn with half-filled sketchbooks, boxes full of photographs, piles of fashion magazines, and volumes of books ranging from poetry to dense legal tomes. he spends his weekends in sprawling vineyards or mediterranean villas or the dusty libraries of old castles, unless he is sprawled out in his apartment bemoaning his frequent state of ennui while chain smoking and watching old black and white films. there is a gramophone prominently placed in his living room and he won’t hesitate to condescendingly tell you why vinyl is the best medium for music because he is That Guy. there are always fresh cut flowers throughout the apartment, and the kitchen is well-stocked with local produce, expensive coffee and chocolates, and baked goods from nearby cafes. about once a month francis gets intense fast food cravings and smuggles mcdonald’s back to his apartment at some odd hour of the night, then burns all the packaging to destroy the evidence. 

ASK BOX OPEN!!

A: “Fill my inbox up, if you wish… I suppose I have all the time in the world to answer questions now.”

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