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Red, the wine of angry men!




Er- blood. I meant blood. Blood of angry men.




quinngrey:

Friday Les Mis Meetup



[[Some silly photos from the Les Mis Shoot on friday (these were taken by (on the camera of) Jenna, the other Grantaire, who was wonderful and excellent!)

I was the goofy R with the big wine bottle who lead the shoot.

(Pssst, these photos also feature my E, barricadeleader) ]]



kiss-my-zacharie:

suchbluesky:

Ly is a beautiful person and changed into the punktaire to my punkjolras and this happened

Oh no remember when this happened



kiss-my-zacharie:

mmdphotography:


Do you hear the people sing?
CTcon 2013, Friday

If you are in this group or know someone in this group send me a message so I can properly credit everyone!

The Marius (in the middle) is trainersarecool, the Ponine is aaron-bruno, the Punkjolras is suchbluesky, the E on the end with the giant flag is barricadeleader, the Feuilly is quinngrey, and the R with the giant wine bottle on the end is me (grantaire blog: its-better-than-an-opera)!

kiss-my-zacharie:

mmdphotography:

Do you hear the people sing?


CTcon 2013, Friday

If you are in this group or know someone in this group send me a message so I can properly credit everyone!

The Marius (in the middle) is trainersarecool, the Ponine is aaron-bruno, the Punkjolras is suchbluesky, the E on the end with the giant flag is barricadeleader, the Feuilly is quinngrey, and the R with the giant wine bottle on the end is me (grantaire blog: its-better-than-an-opera)!



Anonymous inquired: "i'd send you wine if i had the money, R."

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We shall know true utopia when the authorities that be finally realize that Dionysus’ nectar is a fundementally basic right of man, and cease trying to pick our pockets for it. -R



So this weekend, Enjolras holed himself up in a room to labour away at his plans 

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In one of the back rooms they call “the kitchen” (but is not used for cooking as much as it’s used for receptions), Enjolras took to his books and papers and forbade anyone from entering until he’d overcome this week’s newest Goliath.

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Unfortunately, he decided to take Courf, Ferre, Bahorel, Joly, Bousset (thank god for that), and myself as well, and thus we were stuck in this chamber with him until he was satisfied that each of the party in turn had been milked of all valuable insight.

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Of course, Provaire was out on one of his charity trips to the poorhouse, and Feuilly was nowhere to be found, so they escaped this Devil’s Symposium as it were.

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Now, in all honestly, I may have been black out drunk slightly intoxicated for the 36 hours we were in there, so I cannot say I remember much about the proceedings. Even if I did, I couldn’t tell you what our next move is. What if you’re working for the oppressors? It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had a spy in our midst.

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Although if it’s anything like the last time I was locked in a room with Enjolras…

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Wait a second who the hell-

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DO YOU FUCKING MIND?!

Jfc no goddamn privacy for fuck’s sake people



Greetings friends, and welcome to l’ABC! 

I am currently being forced to join Enjolras on one of his many “weekends of solitude” and won’t be around for the next day or so, but if you’d be so kind to make this jus a bit more bearable by sending me any cheap wine you could find, I’d be much obliged. 

Or if you don’t have a time traveling postal service, you could always just send me an ask for when I get back, those are fine, too. 

Vive La France,

R



askbarricadeleader:

kiss-my-zacharie:

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Drink to remember, drink to forget, it’s all the same now, isn’t it?

I doubt greatly that my sobriety will have in any way improved upon the day’s close. Might as well be out with it now. Fire away…no pun intended. 

No, never you mind.
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I will attend to the situation myself. As for you? Do find a way to keep your bottles from slipping onto the floor. Joly stepped on a piece of glass last night and began to believe he had a rare skin disease.

I’ll do what I can, but I make no promises, even for Joly. 

Alas, the hour is late (or perhaps early) and as I have burnt the midnight oil for most of the night, I think I shall at last take my repose. 

Don’t do anything too exciting without me, Enjolras.