From This Post By @oohjoly + @lesfillesenfleur + @gr4ntair3 (am I Getting A Reputation For Drawing Text

stfu peter, as if u should be talking

Peter: you have PTSD

Johnny: hell yeah I have PTSD: Proficient Talent for Sucking DICK lmao

Peter: maybe we can talk about your use of humor as an unhealthy coping mechanism for the trauma you've experienced

Johnny: Peter, I don't think you understand how clever that joke was

Les mis reincarnation au: Where everytime Marius walks into the room, some of the Amis play Waterloo by Abba. By some I mean Courfeyrac and Grantaire.

Enjolras pretends to disapprove of the distraction to the modern day cause but secretly loves it.

istg if i see 1 more steve harrington as spider-man thing again i am going to explode

bruce: report, where are each of you

*silence*

bruce: alright i'm turning on your comms manually

tim: uh hullo mr wayne this is conner on tim's comm, we really think it'd be best if ya don't turn on tim's comm for an hour or so if you know what i- *off*

*comms open manually*

dick: yeah hi, how many patties can you fit on one burger? 10? is that really it or are you bullshitting me BECAUSE I KNOW YO- *off*

jason: yes you're a pretty gun. yes you are! who is my favorite gun? you are! *off*

damian: i'm going to name you batchicken

bruce: DAMIAN NO

damian: *smashes comm*

bruce: goddammit why do i do this to myself, maybe steph and cass will be better

steph: okay cass so i think the best first lesbian bar is- *off*

bruce: hi, alfred, i'm so sorry for everything

Hi, new DC fan here and there’s so much romantic and sexual tension between Dick and Wally that I was really surprised to find out they aren’t canon. Like really?

i don’t take criticism but i do take tips

mY heArT!!! stop this gives me too much hope that someone will actually fall in love w/ me as a grantaire kinnie 😭

I love Grantaire falling in love first as much as the next person, but what if Enjolras was the first one in love. What if he was pinning first? Everytime Grantaire teased him or mocked him, it would tear Enjolras apart. He would get extra wine for Grantaire who would just roll his eyes. Grantaire would still call him Apollo, but this time it makes Enjolras blush and melt. E, would still say that Grantaire doesn't believe in anything, but he says it as sad as possible. In a way that Grantaire would smile. R would say, "I believe in you," as the rest get ready for the last battle. R would then fall asleep leaving Enjolras wide-eyed and red.

Than comes their death. Enjolras would be thinking about how he left so much unsaid, and would regret his last words to Grantaire.

Than he hears a voice shout, "Long live the Republic, I am one of them." He looks up and sees Grantaire, he fights the urge to run into his arms. He remembers how Grantaire never liked the revelation, and searches for a reason why R would join them now. Why didn't he run.

Grantaire looks at Enjolras, "Do you permit it?" R holds out his hand for Enjolras to take it. Enjolras takes it as he squeeze it tightly, wanting the last and first touch they have, to be the only thing he feels as death takes over.....

Or it could be modern Who knows.

enjoltaire fic idea

(ik it’s wrong, it’s just a first draft)

enjolras starts out as political activist in the same way that lindsay bluth is from, “arrested development.” until he meets his first love, who shows him true faith & passion. eventually their relationship ends somehow, (i haven’t figured it out yet, but i’m thinking something tragic.)

then flash forward to a few months, or years into the les amis. he knows about grantaire’s feelings, & grantaire is doing that’s thing, that for some reason, guys do in tv shows where he’s trying to convince the girl, (well in this case the guy, but u all know what i mean,) to fall for him, & it kinda works after a little while. but enjorlas is confused by his attraction to grantaire, because he’s so different from the guys he’s dated before. he even feels ashamed that he could ever fall for someone like grantaire.

then he, “realizes,” that he must do the same thing to grantaire that his first lover had done to him. r thinks of it as just some playful banter, & their relationship evolves into something more serious.

r takes enjorlas to go stargazing one night, upon a beautiful hill covered with hyacinths. grantaire throws down a blanket right by a laurel tree. they look towards the stars. enjorlas’ pale golden ringlets lay within correspondence of one another, upon grantaire’s chest. r plays w/ each curls whilst expressing his adoring love for this beam of warmth & light, composed of a flaming crimson. finally resting his powers upon a cynic’s heart. not even truly saying the phrase, for it had felt almost as another breath. something he hadn’t the need to think about, something that was just done, “i love you, enjolras.” that’s how you knew if he was serious, if grantaire ever used the name engolras, which was infact an absurdly rare occasion. as brown met blue, with the slight upwards tilt of thou’s blonde head, the secrets in which it had been keeping began to spring out. “as do i for you.” although the cynic was poor, he had felt the power of all the king’s riches in his possession; once having seen that slight, yet enriching smile spread across a prophet’s face. “even though your progress aa been stunted due to your cynicism. i am willing help as we claw our way through, & i am extatic for the end result”

“my progress?”

“why yes, you’re progress.”

“enjorlas, what do you mean by my progress?!” enj could have sworn he had seen the flowers wilt, & the tree branches shake, as result of grantaire’s anger. “well, i thought i could help with create an exponential growth in your faith, your faith of the cause.” you could see the sense of betrayal consume r’s eyes, “i-i should’ve known,” that same betrayal had spread, creating a ripple through his voice, “i knew this was all too good to be true!” “how could i have let myself believe that you would ever truly be attracted to me?”

“no r, it’s not like that!”

“what then? what was this some beauty & the beast stalkholme syndrome bull crap? you know, you can leave the flat whenever you’d like! no one is keeping you there! you’re the one who insists on staying put to work on the cause, not me, not combferre, not couferyac, just you!”

“taire, you don’t understand!”

“i’m not your test subject, enjorlas! i’m not your next project!”

“r, you where born broken, & you don’t know how to work fixed. i just want to help you, & show you.”

“broken?” enjorlas had realized what he had done. his eyes widened with shock, as a result of his actions. “no no, not like that,” he started to stumble, “y-you know what i mean.”

“oh ya, i know exactly what you mean. oh & by the way, dr. enjorlas. you made an error in your last report,” “the patient’s faith did in-fact increase, it just wasn’t for the cause. it was for you.”

y rn’t men like this irl 😭

Theo + crush pls <3

crush | theo nott ♡

theo with a crush is intense.

with his dead eyes, he'd stare at you across the room with absolutely no shame. making you wonder if he's staring or glaring.

you'd be in class answering the professor's question when you feel those watercolour eyes piercing into you. or sitting in the great hall eating and laughing with your friends only to look up and see a certain slytherin watching you intently. or reading underneath the willow tree in the courtyard and sneaking a glance at the dark haired boy smoking by the stairs to find theo already looking at you.

despite what everyone else thinks, theo's actually quite introverted and reserved. he learns by observing. he watches you. reads your body language. gauges what you like and dislike by your expression.

in class, he'd start interacting with you more. he'd mutter sarcastic comments under his breath because he knows it makes you smile. he'd lean in close when he's handing you back your quill because he know how flustered you get. he'd fetch the ingredients from the tallest shelves and place them on your desk cause he knows you can't reach and that you're too shy to ask.

as soon as you start getting more comfortable around him, he knows its the right time to make a move.

this man is a mastermind. he knows what he wants and he gets what he wants.

he'd come up to you while you're reading under your designated spot and casually bring up the fact that he's going to a book release in hogsmeade that weekend—the same book you've been raving to your friends about for weeks.

"that's my favorite series."

"is that so?" he'd ask with a little smirk. acting like he didn't already know this information. "well, it just so happens that I have a plus one. would you like to come with, dolcezza?"

"i'd love to, theo."

At the Watchtower

Kon: So then ma says "well you're not coming back into this house until you've caught every single one of them pigs"-

Tim: [clutching his coffee-mug and listening intently] without powers?

Kon: Of course! So there I am, covered in mud, and all I want is to eat some pie and go to bed-

Tim: [nodding enthusiastically while Kon continues his story]

Clark: [looks on from a distance]

Jon: [a few seats away] Did I tell you we got a new cow on the farm?

Damian: [with interest] what did you name her?

Jon: We haven't decided yet, Kon wants to call her Dorothy, but pa and I-

Damian: [earnestly interested]

Clark: [side eyes Bruce who's sitting next to him going through reports]

Clark: Hey Bruce?

Bruce: [grunts]

Clark: did I tell you we got a new cow at the farm?

Bruce: [hums noncommitally and continues reading]

Clark: [strained] Kon wants to call her Dorothy, but I think we should call her Susie and Jon-

Bruce: [sighs exasperatedly]

Clark:

Clark: [rips the reports away from Bruce with super speed]

Bruce: What the hell?

Clark: You're such a bad friend!

Bruce: what?

Clark: why am I stuck with you when my children's bat friends are so nice?!

Bruce:

Clark: Look at Tim! He's so nice! Why can't you be like that?!

Bruce: You want me to be like Tim?

Clark: Or Damian!

Bruce: [rubbing his temples] You want me to be like Damian?

Clark: I want you to listen when I talk!

Bruce: you were talking about cows

Clark: that doesn't matter!

Bruce: It matters a little

Clark: Cows are interesting!

Bruce: Cows are the opposite of interesting.

Clark: Well, I'M interesting

Bruce:

Clark: Bruce, tell me I'm interesting.

Bruce: [gets up and starts walking away]

Clark: [shouts after him] Bruce! Tell me I'm interesting!

Bruce: [walks faster]

-a week later-

Wonder Woman: Are Batman and Superman having a fight?

Flash: yeah I think so. I don't know what about though

Martian Mindhunter: I believe Batman insulted Superman's cow

Wonder Woman: I see.

Black Canary: Sometimes I wake up at night and think about the fact that they are two of the most important members of an organization that protects the world from certain annihilation and then I can't go back to sleep

Green Lantern: [feet propped on the table, throwing almonds into the air and trying to catch them in his mouth] yeah it freaks me out too

Black Canary: [glances at Green Lantern] never leave us, Diana.

okay okay but consider the following; Grantaire being an artist. Modern AU where Grantaire shows up to all of Enjolras’ “dumbass social justice meetings” because Joly just decides one day to drag him there, and he falls in love with Enjolras’ passion. He likes to argue with E just to get under his skin. He loves how expressive E is. Artist!Grantaire going to meetings, and slowly starting to just doodle all the time instead of getting drunk and arguing with Enjolras. He draws dragons for Courfeyrac and a bunch of flowers and unicorns for Jehan. He has a couple comics of cats in space suits for his own enjoyment. Lots of rough sketches and random doodles that he does just so his hands have something to do. But then Grantaire starts sketching people too. He’s got Joly on one corner of a page taming a lion, Jehan in a pretty little meadow with deer and shit, Combferre with a moth perched on his finger. There’s one of everyone at least. But we all know there’s like 20 Enjolras’ with various expressions scattered around the sketchbook and on the most recent page R started this drawing of Enjolras when he got really passionate about something one evening and it’s the most detailed shit on the planet. And E’s having a bad night and he can hear the sound of Grantaire scribbling in the corner and for some reason it really irks him because “Dammit, R, what’s the point of being here if you aren’t listening? Would you quit that? It’s an obnoxious sound.” And Grantaire kinda closes his book like “What? At least I’m not drunk.” “What’re you doing anyways?” And E takes the sketchbook and starts flipping through it and holy shit he starts blushing like?? Excuse me? He gets to the most recent page and his face is beet red so Grantaire takes back his pad and storms out. But Enjolras follows him like; “Dude what the hell?” And Grantaire’s just like “uhhhhh” dude think about these awkward little babies “why are you drawing me???? that doesn’t make sense i’m not art ma t erial” “i really don’t get how you don’t realize how beautiful you are??” frick that’s cute and this was way longer than i was expecting it to be