i dare to live. i am Liberty.

@bleulily requested Enjolras and Grantaire as princes and… this is where my mind went? Grantaire is no longer allowed near the crafts table. Thanks for the coffee ☕️ 

Happy Boyfriends with Bad Decisions Skills Logic and Philosophy Week! Just look at those two nerds working so hard !!

(you can just hear Joly scream in the background, because you know that RedBull is gonna end up in the coffeepot)

les misérables: joly

@adorablecrab sent me this post because it reminded her of jehan and courf and I HAD TO STRONGLY AGREE

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Hahaha I’m sorry

This is probably nothing like what you were looking for, sorry. I just ended up adding Courfeyrac into the self-indulgent Valentine’s Day platonic Enjolras + Combeferre friend date fluff I’d already promised to write for myself. For context, I decided last year that Enjolras and Combeferrespend every Valentine’s Day hanging out together and giving each other theworst gag gifts they can think of, much to Courfeyrac’s perpetual confusion.

I have no idea what, if anything, the 19th Century French did to celebrate St. Valentine’s feast day, and because this fic is self-indulgent nonsense I have no intention of researching to find out.

(I apologize. I am just having a LOT of Opportunity feelings.)

Marsis so, so quiet. Musichetta has lived the last eighteen months withthe constant hum of machine noise and three other people cramped intoa small space with her, making bangs and clangs and overwrought moansabout missing bagels, and even with her EVA suit on and the sound ofJoly and Bossuet breathing into their suit mics in her ears, she canstill feel the quiet pressing in around her.

Bossuetis first off the lander. That’s always been the plan, because he’sthe mission commander and because, he once said in a fatalistic mood,that if anything is going to go dreadfully wrong, it may as well gowrong before Joly andMusichetta step on a whole new planet. He breathes out sharply assoon as he steps on Martian soil. “Lesgens ont des étoiles qui ne sont pas les mêmes,”he says, and it sounds like he’s on the edge of tears. Musichetta istrying her hardest not to cry as well, and she thinks Joly has givenup the battle.

R, upin orbit, hears it first. Earth will hear it in four minutes, theline that Bossuet was so careful to memorize, in these last weeks ofthe voyage. “I hear you loud and clear,” R says, a cracklethrough their headsets. “Musichetta and Joly, are you ready?”