Mama Chewenod

not the patria you are looking for

astillsoftershade:

Let’s talk about Patria, baby.

For some reason, the idea that Éponine represents and embodies the concept of Patria is an unsettlingly popular one. I’m here to discuss why this doesn’t sit well with me.

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cosetto:

[RISES LIKE A KRAKEN FROM THE DEPTHS] I HEARD U WERE CALLING GRANTAIRE A USELESS DRUNK

(via idoubtthereforeimightbe)

I can’t pick between these two headcanons:

menthalightfoot:

attackofthechewenod:

menthalightfoot:

attackofthechewenod:

punxjolras:

menthalightfoot:

1) Enjolras’s hair is gorgeous—except when he has a paper or a project and he forgets to wash it, and it turns into a limp, dull mess

or

2) Enjolras’s hair is always gorgeous, because even when he has something huge due, he always takes a long shower and washes his hair carefully. It’s his one luxury when he’s in full I-have-to-get-this-done-get-out-of-the-way-of-my-coffee-or-die mode.

headcanon that enjolras never gives a shit about his hair ever and it would become matted together to the point of something resembling dreadlocks if jehan didn’t regularly brush it out for him

I think he’d be one of those lucky bastards with Magic Perfect Hair, regardless of how much care he took with it. 

But Jehan uses the ‘it will get matted’ excuse to play with it anyway because he’s a cutie butt

That works for me if his hair is short, but usually I see him with his hair long, and it’s difficult to have long hair and also have it be Magic Perfect Hair—there’s just so much of it and it goes everywhere and gets tangled in your sleep.

But I like the idea of Jehan playing with his hair. I see that as sort of a comfort thing—Jehan likes the feel of soft things, so he just naturally gravitates towards playing with Enjolras’s hair when he’s a little down and wants to feel good again.

AWWW! Now all I can picture is Enjolras knowing that Jehan is sad and just planting himself in front of Jehan with a hairbrush and waiting for Jehan to start brushing and talking about whatever is causing the sads.

Enjolras sat down on the couch next to Jehan. Jehan was barefoot and wrapped in his favorite knit blanket. He had dark circles under his eyes, and pages of poetry for his portfolio were spread all over the glass charity shop coffee table. 

It had been a light exam period for him—he had finished all his midterms in the first half of the week. But Jehan’s last poetry midterm wasn’t due until Friday, and he looked frayed at the edges.

“Do you want to go out for coffee?” he asked. “I was going to make a caffeine run. You could explain the difference between a macchiato and an Americano again.”

Jehan shook his head, waking up a little. “I need to finish this. I’ll really regret it if I don’t. I’m sorry.” He reached for two villanelles, and scanned over their lines slowly.

Enjolras nodded. He watched Jehan shuffle the two poems into different stacks, and he reached for two more.

“Jehan,” Enjolras said.

Jehan looked at him. His eyes were hollow and defeated.

“You should take a break,” he said resolutely. He started gathering up the poems, careful not to ruin Jehan’s system of organization, and shuffled them onto the floor. “Just for a few minutes. I won’t let you fall asleep.”

Jehan watched him, curling further into his blanket. When everything had been neatly put away, he asked softly, “Will you hold me?”

Jehan ended up sitting in Enjolras’s lap. When he had been snuggled into Enjolras’s chest for a few minutes, burying his face into Enjolras’s red shirt, he put his head on Enjolras’s shoulder and absently reached for a loose strand of blonde hair.

“It’s my poetry professor,” he said quietly, curling the hair around his finger and feeling its softness. “She said that my poetry has no center. That it’s just bits and pieces. But there’s nothing wrong with single, unconnected poems. Sometimes long poems are nice, but sometimes you just want to capture a single moment. But I don’t want to fail, so I’m trying to arrange what I have into something more cohesive.” 

Enjolras nodded. “You’ll be fine. You’re a really good writer, Jehan.”

Jehan grimaced. “It doesn’t feel that way, sometimes.”

Enjolras let down his ponytail, and Jehan looped more hair around his fingers. “We’ll get through this. It’ll be all right.”

la-gaudiere:

[solemn powerpoint fade-in effect] heterophobia

(via mabeuff)

I can’t pick between these two headcanons:

menthalightfoot:

attackofthechewenod:

punxjolras:

menthalightfoot:

1) Enjolras’s hair is gorgeous—except when he has a paper or a project and he forgets to wash it, and it turns into a limp, dull mess

or

2) Enjolras’s hair is always gorgeous, because even when he has something huge due, he always takes a long shower and washes his hair carefully. It’s his one luxury when he’s in full I-have-to-get-this-done-get-out-of-the-way-of-my-coffee-or-die mode.

headcanon that enjolras never gives a shit about his hair ever and it would become matted together to the point of something resembling dreadlocks if jehan didn’t regularly brush it out for him

I think he’d be one of those lucky bastards with Magic Perfect Hair, regardless of how much care he took with it. 

But Jehan uses the ‘it will get matted’ excuse to play with it anyway because he’s a cutie butt

That works for me if his hair is short, but usually I see him with his hair long, and it’s difficult to have long hair and also have it be Magic Perfect Hair—there’s just so much of it and it goes everywhere and gets tangled in your sleep.

But I like the idea of Jehan playing with his hair. I see that as sort of a comfort thing—Jehan likes the feel of soft things, so he just naturally gravitates towards playing with Enjolras’s hair when he’s a little down and wants to feel good again.

AWWW! Now all I can picture is Enjolras knowing that Jehan is sad and just planting himself in front of Jehan with a hairbrush and waiting for Jehan to start brushing and talking about whatever is causing the sads.