This is a lion making a kill in the wild. I know it’s very graphic but I think it’s important to show just how brutal nature can be.
picturesoitlasts said: espresso & macchiato :)
Espresso: Describe your usual morning routine.
In the wee hours of the morning, the red numbers of the alarm clock blink 6:14 am. A pale hand shoots out from under the covers and unplugs the damn thing before it has time to break the tranquil silence of morning.
Two hours later at 8:15 am, a tired Gen peeks her head out from under the covers. Blinks. Stares at the plug in her hand. Blinks again. Looks at her phone. Screams. Runs in the shower. Throws on clothes. Grabs piece of toast, stuffs it in her mouth and runs out the door for the bus to the train. Where she falls asleep again before waking up again exactly 2 seconds before pulling into Grand Central.
Is somehow the first bleary eyed person in the office. Safe from the Tardy police, she crawls down to the little French bistro across the street and orders a large ice coffee. Black.
"Aw well," she says as she sips her drink, "I can always try to go jogging again tomorrow."
The moral is: NO, ADULTHOOD, A COLLEGE DEGREE, AND A STEADY JOB DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.
Macchiato: Name two things you think go well together and why.
French fries and strawberry ice cream. Hear me out. Fried potatoes slathered in salt…somehow works when you eat it together with something sweet. I have introduced this strange combo to friends. Despite initial prejudices, they agreed it kinda worked. Which is the same as saying I’m a genius. Not really but hey. I’ll take it.
wannabesewcrafty said: How well would each of Les Amis tell lies?
Enjolras: Will lie to your face about the big things like a stone cold killer. “Trust me, nothing bad will happen.” *four hours later in a jail cell* “You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you?” “…Yes.” Doesn’t bother lying about the small things because he’s terrible at it. “Enjolras, did you forget to buy the milk.” “…Yes.”
Combeferre: When cornered, his ears turn really really really red. Therefore his lie of choice is the lie of omission.
Courfeyrac: Smoothest liar of them all. Trust nothing that comes out of his mouth. “Would I lead you astray?” The answer is YES. Always YES.
Feuilly: Can’t lie to save his life. If your plan relies on Feuilly telling a lie, you are all dead.
Jehan: Would be an excellent liar. Chooses not to.
Joly: Terrible at lying. Except when it’s a white lie. Thinks your outfit is awful? Will tell you its the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.
Bossuet: Why bother lying when it’s going to go horribly wrong? People believe him but then a tiny white lie suddenly balloons into a complex web of he-said, she-said and then everyone is screaming and the pizza blew up and why is Grantaire hanging from the ceiling like a monkey?
Bahorel: *Laughs loudly* “But that doesn’t answer my question. Did you or didn’t you lie?” *Laughs louder*
Grantaire: *stares at you* “All life is a lie.”
Marius: Is too oblivious to consider lying in every day life, but an amazing bluffer at poker. This confounds and depresses Grantaire immensely.
tomorrowatdawn said: For the "Les Amis headcanon"-ask: What kind of part of a museum they would go to. What painters/style/era?
Oh. This is a good one. i’m gonna go from a modern bent so I can include everything.
Enjolras: Anything with a subversive bent. I’m talking Ai Wei Wei, Banksy, Picasso—anything someone has painted as a big “Fuck you” to the establishment at some point in time.
Combeferre: Loves the Dutch Renaissance painters. Rembrandt’s Anatomy Lesson. Vermeer’s View of Delft. The Goldfinch. Alladat.
Courfeyrac: The statues of naked ladies with the bewbs. Though, he does his best to make it look like that’s *not* the case. Grantaire catches his eye and knows.
Feuilly: Not into painters—but a great lover of the textile rooms and ancient pottery.
Jehan: Art Nouveau and the work of Monet, Manet and Cezanne.
Joly: He’s got a morbid fascination with Caravaggio and still lifes with skulls in them. ‘Cause.
Bossuet: He’s actually into colonial American art. Mainly because it’s guys in powdered wigs emphatically pointing at things.
Bahorel: Likes the abstract, the colorful and the surreal. Dali and his melting clocks. Kandinsky and his shapes. O’Keefe and her palettes.
Grantaire: Van Gough. And Koontz. And even though he won’t admit it, a little bit of Damien Hirst and Andy Warhol. But mostly Van Gough—and it’s as much as for the swaths of swirling color in Starry Night as it is for the simple fact the dude cut his own ear off.
Marius: Marius likes landscapes. Mostly bucolic ones with fluffy sheep or ships being dashed to pieces in a storm at sea. It’s either completely peaceful or the world is ending. Nothing in between.
forever-arthur-ariadne said: Les Amis headcanon: The one thing/person he cannot live without.
Enjolras: A cause.
Combeferre: A book.
Joly: His handkerchief.
Bossuet: Bandages. (or Purell)
Bahorel: His little book of dirty jokes.
Marius: Valjean’s handkerchief. Oh Ursule. You minx.