Jumping on a bandwagon, Part I (?)
headcanon that enjolras doesn’t get drunk because when he gets drunk he always starts aggressively complimenting people. and not just his friends, but everyone, and not about normal things like clothes, but like. he’ll go up to strangers and tell them that they have nice cheekbones. even when he’s only with his friends, it’s so bad.
last time he was anywhere past tipsy, when courfeyrac nagged him into taking a few shots at his birthday party, he distinctly remembers:
telling combeferre, “i think a lot of bad things about people but i never think anything bad about you because you’re the best. did you know that, combeferre? you are the best. never leave me, because you are the best. the bestest.”
telling courfeyrac that he wishes they could friend-marry each other because really, friend marriage should be a thing, and courfeyrac is the best friend ever.
telling jehan, “you write so well. so, so well. your poems are so pretty? i don’t understand them but i can tell they’re pretty. but kind of sad? don’t be sad, jehan, you’re amazing. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, they’re lying liars.”
and he remembers telling grantaire, in a moment of drunken eloquence, that he wanted to do a scientific study of how perfectly curly his hair was and running his fingers through it, and how pretty grantaire’s hands were, covered in colorful paint, and really, why did he have to be so sad at himself all the time? he’s so great. grantaire is so great. he’s just so great. he should like himself more, but until he can, enjolras can like him enough for the both of them. through his ramble, grantaire was just staring at him and smirking. every time he thinks about it now he’s absolutely mortified.
every time grantaire thinks about it he just smiles.
thoughts while sitting on the bus:
If I could change anything about Les Mis as a stage show
I would make Bring Him Home a harmony between Valjean and Grantaire paralleled of them singing over Marius and Enjolras
"He’s like the son I might have known.."
“He’s like the love…
the pacific rim au of legally blonde though:
elle woods trying to get into jaeger academy to win back warner.
"you got into jaeger academy?" "what, like it’s hard?"
elle woods being drift compatible with vivian.
elle falling for LOCCENT officer emmett.
elle and vivian piloting a jaeger called delta nu.
THE BEND AND SNAP AS A FIGHTING TECHNIQUE
Okay, but Bucky completely owning his metal arm.
He’s been back for a couple of weeks when Steve asks if he wants to go shopping. Bucky always loved looking dapper and put together, so maybe it’s time to find his look for the 21st century. Nat tries to take them, but Steve is very proud of his newfound fashion sense and insists he take Bucky (Nat is like “okeeey >_>” but lets them go
and stalks them through the mall ready to leap out and tackle them if they buy anything too atrocious).
Bucky LOVES it. He loves the scarves, he loves the skinny jeans, he loves that clothes are made with spandex so nothing binds as much. He loves sleeve tabs and canvas jackets. Zippered boots and striped pullovers. It’s a good thing it’s Memorial Day sales because he and Steve buy out half the stock.
And as soon as they get home Bucky pulls out the scissors and systematically cuts the left sleeve off everything.
Steve is standing there like hundreds! of dollars! of merchandise! please at least hem the wovens
And Bucky just looks at him. “I’ve got a METAL ARM, Steve. Nothing’s gonna top that look.”
Bucky completely owning his metal arm, the symbol of everything Hydra destroyed and took from him, and everything he. took. back.