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Young enough not to care.
Interpret that how you will.
C/C sideblog: ao3feed-courferre
|Things I've been fannish about recently, you ask? |
Les Miserables, Graceland, Next to Normal, Vikings, Being Human (UK), Book of Mormon (the musical), The 4400, Star Trek (TOS and Reboot), Harry Potter, Avengers, Power Rangers, Hair (the musical), Firefly, Supernatural, LOTR, Dollhouse, Sherlock, Teen Wolf, and... yeah, I think that's enough to be getting on with, don't you? ^_~
Courfeyrac and Feuilly, fancy dress. ^_________^
Basically Courfeyrac forcing Feuilly to wear his clothes - well, that’s Feuilly’s account of the story, anyway, but in truth Courfeyrac didn’t force him to do anything, just heavily suggested it, and the circumstances did the rest.
It rains a lot, one spring. Like, a lot more than usual, which sucks enough for everyone, but Feuilly’s building isn’t exactly the nicest, and he lives on the top floor and, well. There are infiltrations, and water damage, and the entire place is so damp that he can’t even bring pamphlets to his rooms anymore, the humidity ruins them. So Feuilly carefully packs his few precious books and what he could salvage of his writing and brings the lot to Enjolras’ and Combeferre’s for safekeeping.
Courfeyrac is there too that day, and nearly jumps out of his seat when he sees Feuilly, who looks tired and, well, wet. And frankly smells a bit like a wet dog (to which everyone else who were too polite to point out actually agree). Feuilly glares at him and snaps, “All of my things are completely soaked. What the hell do you expect me to do about it?”
And Courfeyrac grins slowly, and there’s a glint n his eyes and Feuilly’s already pale face completely drains of colour when he understand the solution Courfeyrac is about to offer. (They are pretty much the same size, anyway, aren’t they? No adjustement needed!)
And, well, with Enjolras and Combeferre - almost shyly - backing Courfeyrac’s suggestion, there’s isn’t much Feuilly can do to refuse.
So he ends up spending a couple of weeks wearing Courfeyrac’s well-tailored clothes, each piece more expensive than all of Feuilly’s clothes combined - but he draws a line at the top hat.
(In the end most of Feuilly’s clothes are actually really ruined, but Courfeyrac helps him find new clothes that are more suited to Feuilly; and Feuilly accepts this help easily, considering his willingness to let Courfeyrac dress him for two weeks is payment enough for Courfeyrac’s help.)
I absolutely love Courfeyrac’s glee at being given an opportunity to spoil Feuilly… whether he wants to be spoiled or not. And Feuilly’s resignation is SO spot on — because he knows he needs the clothes and he knows it will make Courfeyrac happy and just… THIS IS SO CUTE. ^_______^ AW.
OK. Time to try to sneak past the nice men demolishing my bathroom to go downstairs and get some lunch. ^_^
eirenical replied to your post: “@eirenical replied to your post: sathinfection replied to your post:…”:Oh. Oh that’s… I don’t even know what to say to those choices. O_o;;; Here’s my truth, though: I once found Feuilly so hard to get a handle on that I just didn’t write him. You’re part of the reason I’m now brave and confident enough to try. ^_~
yeah :’) but no, I understand completely - he is pretty hard to get a grip on, precisely because there are so many things his personality could be reduced to, but then with a little thought, you realise that he’s not like that at all (and that’s part of what makes him so much fun to me too!). My problem is really when people don’t think at all and instead write all sorts of cliched (bad cliched), borderline classist stuff that just. piss me off. especially coming from a fandom that’s so big on social justice and representation.
I hear that. I think there’s a lot of reducing to simplest terms that goes on with the characters in this fandom and Feuilly and Bossuet kind of get the worst of it. And that’s so sad to me because they’re both such great characters! The problem is that neither of them get great representation in the easily consumable versions of Les Mis (…we won’t even talk about Bahorel), so I think it’s very easy to overlook that they have just as much characterization available as any other Ami.
But with Feuilly in particular, I think part of the problem is that maybe the average person finds him harder to relate to. He was an orphan. He’s a self-made man in many ways. He works hard, and then what free time he has he uses to better educate himself and to support a cause he truly believes in. That’s on the one hand hugely admirable… and on another a bit difficult for the average middle class fandom participant to relate to, if that makes sense?
But between your AMAZING blog and having access to Jason Forbach’s amazing interpretation on Broadway (and my realization that every time someone does Amis personality things Feuilly and I come up THE SAME CATEGORIES), that’s made him a bit more accessible to me. Which is something I couldn’t be happier for. ^_^ Because Feuilly is awesome. ^_^ So thank you for opening my eyes! :D
“You can tell a lot about a person from the music they listen to. Put your music device on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that play without skipping. Then claim 10 victims. (Tag 10 people)”
I was tagged by aneedlikebreathing.
I always find these interesting. On the one hand, this is VERY representative of my music collection. On the other hand… IT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE. *snerts*
But I am very pleased to note that my shuffle mostly decided to hover in the Broadway area of my collection and the 90s area of my collection. Well done, shuffle. Especially for kicking Where’s the Girl out there at the last minute. Nicely done. ;D
Tagging: enechelon, dirtyinfluences, frosthe, doeskin-pantaloons, embroideredcupcake, thecoffeetragedy, schreberpants, crazyinjune, doh-rae-me, blackwingbecci, besanii, pockysquirrel, rivulet027, tptigger, and if I missed anyone who wants to do it, consider yourself tagged. ^_^
Breakfast trio, apocalypse AU
I’ll have you know that when I first ran my eyes down this list I saw “apocalypse baby-acquisition,” which I naturally interpreted as “apocalyptic baby-acquisition.”
"Joly looked it over and said it seemed healthy."
"I know it’s a little out of my training, but…"
Grantaire scratched under the open neck of his nightshirt. He stared down the hallway; he stared up at the ceiling. He looked again in front of him. Laigle and Joly were still there, they were still holding a basket, and the basket was still mewling. They looked very proud. (Well, Laigle looked proud. Joly looked imploring. Drunkenly proud and drunkenly imploring, of course.)
"But we think it’s hungry. And we’re out of milk and the porter in our building doesn’t like to be woken after midnight."
"Or before five in the morning."
"And it’s probably earlier than that."
"A horse stepped on my pocket-watch."
"So we thought, oh, Grantaire will be awake."
Grantaire looked again at the basket. It was mewling; inside one could see something small and vulnerable and fluffy. Why did one’s friends imagine that he was a person to turn to in this sort of situation? Was it a natural thought? Ah yes, Grantaire, he’ll no doubt have a pitcher of milk on hand, he’s a soft touch when it comes to puppies and babies and—
"Bossuet says it’s like a leopard, but I say it has the feet of a bear."
"And the mouth of a lion. Look, see?"
"It has ten horns and seven heads."
"We counted carefully."
"In the morning—"
"—later in the morning—"
"—we’ll take it to Combeferre, I’m sure he’ll want to study the morphology."
"But in the meanwhile, you know, we were thinking it should have some milk?"
"It rose out of the sea. We couldn’t just leave it."
IT ROSE OUT OF THE SEA WE COULDN’T JUST LEAVE IT
Can all the prompts be mashups?!? Because this is GLORIOUS. I feel like this is verging on a Good Omens-esque thing where the Beast of the Apocalypse is reared by two ridiculously good natured, if somewhat slackerly, partners, and their basically-okay friend, and it grows up to just sorta, you know, not see the POINT in the Apocalypse and decides to sit this one out drinking in the nearest tavern and/or café instead.
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