See, this is a difficult question not because I think any of them wouldn’t but because I think they all definitely would.
Enjolras shows up in a temper because someone was abusing a baby goat and who does things like that and raging about the injustices of animal abuse while cuddling the baby.
Combeferre is goat-sitting and enthuses about the many and varied uses for goats and has his goat litter-trained and thus figures he may as well bring it out to get socialized.
Courfeyrac confiscated the kid because it was being held as evidence at the police station or something and it was bleating and really, Enjolras, what was he supposed to do, leave it there?
One of Feuilly’s neighbors had the goat but couldn’t take care of it anymore, so he took it in, and it’s still young enough to need frequent feeding, so he brings it to the meeting.
Jehan turns up with the goat following at his heels, announces he’s named it Eurydice because it followed him out of hell, and declines to explain further. When Combeferre points out it is a boy goat he only gets a withering look in response.
Joly and Bossuet turn up with a goat, Bossuet’s arm in a sling, and about six bags full of potential goat foods Joly wants to try. Both of them look very shifty. They all decide it is probably best not to ask.
Bahorel met this dude with a baller goat, and the dude was totally an asshole, so he punched him out and took the goat. The goat’s name is Rex. Like T. Rex, Enjolras, cool it, I’m not indoctrinating my goat into the monarchy.
Some model for one of Grantaire’s art classes came with a goat because they thought it would make for a good ~pastoral painting~ or something, and then left the goat there, so Grantaire shrugged and brought it with him. It’s named Bottle. Shut up, Courfeyrac, that’s a totally legit goat name.
Marius does not know why this goat is following him will someone please help him and stop giggling and taking pictures :(((((
Reblogging this in hopes that someone will illustrate it.
Dresses are so nice they’re just tubes of fabric you can throw on with very little effort and when you wear one and people are like “oh wow you dressed up you look really nice” but it’s like
ah yes my disguise is working. you think i cared this morning
they start talking and of course the conversation turns towards politics. They end up yelling at each other across the restaurant, and Enjolras’ baby crush gets so much worse because while Grantaire is so /incredibly/ wrong, he’s also so smart and articulate and likes to debate, and Enjolras has it bad. But the next day management has someone else train him because obviously they can’t have them bickering in front of customers, and Enjolras ends up whining to Combeferre for an hour once he gets home because now he won’t have an excuse to get close to Grantaire. after a few weeks of pining and blushing every time he catches his eye, he realizes that if he asks Grantaire to help him with something, he’ll get to talk with him and maybe the conversation will go from work stuff to personal stuff and maybe he’ll get to learn more about him; he’s so wonderful, and Enjolras wants to know absolutely everything about him. He plucks up the courage to ask for his help, but Grantaire waves him off, saying that he’s incredibly busy,but Jehan would be able to help him with whatever’s going on, and Enjolras just deflates and goes to the stock room to sulk a little bit.
As the weeks go by, he rarely gets time to talk to Grantaire, but he learns so much about him from overhearing everyone’s conversations. Grantaire’s a /dance major/, specializing in ballet; Grantaire speaks /four/ languages; he can recite Shakespeare or Greek epics at the drop of a hat, he boxes and fences and sings. One day he walks into the break room and ends up catching Grantaire while he’s changing shirts because a kid spilled an entire plate of spaghetti on him, and Grantaire is pretty much all muscle and that is so incredibly unfair; no one should actually be able to look like that. Enjolras has to lock himself in the bathroom; he hasn’t masturbated like this since he was a teenager, but it’s messy and frantic and so, so amazing that he barely can keep himself from moaning aloud.
Sometime around his second month at the job Grantaire starts paying attention to him; chatting with him in between customers and /smiling/ at him all the time, and this just makes everything worse because the more time Enjolras spends with him, the more obvious it is that Grantaire’s completely and totally out of his league. After months of pining and whining to Combeferre, Combeferre finally decides to do something about this because he’s actually going to go insane if he has to listen to much more of this. Deciding that something needs to happen to push them together, he picks a day when Enjolras is off and goes to the restaurant to speak to Grantaire privately. Obviously he’s not going to tell him that Enjolras is in love with him, but he can help nudge them in that direction. He pulls Grantaire aside and tells him that he’s worried Enjolras isn’t taking proper care of himself, and asks if Grantaire would mind terribly keeping an eye on him?
Grantaire immediately agrees; realizing that Enjolras has seemed a bit under the weather recently; always flushed and stumbling around like he was lightheaded. When Grantaire asks him to join him on his lunch break, Enjolras practically has a conniption, and he’s barely able to act like a normal human being throughout the meal, but he spends the rest of the day /beaming/ because Grantaire’s actually noticing him. After that Grantaire starts paying more and more attention to him; he’ll only let Enjolras drink two cups of coffee per shift, he makes him drink a glass of water every hour, and every day he invites him to lunch /and/ dinner. Enjolras is in heaven.
One day they’re walking to the Mexican place next door and Grantaire’s rambling about an upcoming fencing tournament that he’s really excited about; normally Enjolras would be hanging on every word he says, but he just can’t focus this time. Before he has time to really think about what he’s doing lest he lose his nerve, Enjolras pushes him against the wall and starts kissing him desperately. Caught by surprise, it takes Grantaire a moment to realize what exactly is happening, and in that moment Enjolras starts pulling away, thinking maybe Grantaire wasn’t interested like that; maybe he just ruined everything.
Grantaire comes back to himself and grabs Enjolras by his hips and pulls him closer, kissing him quick and messy, with absolutely no finesse; he had never really thought about Enjolras like that, but wow, this was nice and perfect and he never wants to stop kissing him. Enjolras moans and fists his hands into Grantaire’s curls, (so soft; just like he imagined). After a few moments of increasingly desperate kissing, Enjolras pulls away, still only inches away from Grantaire’s mouth. They stand there, breathing each other in, until Enjolras straightens up with a snap, leaning away from him. He bites his red and kiss bruised lips and chokes out a nervous “Are we dating?” Grantaire still hasn’t quite caught up yet, still dazed at how they got here, but after a moment he says “Um. If you want?” Enjolras wants. Enjolras wants so much.
They never make it to the Mexican restaurant.
Enjolras goes to five star restaurants sometimes as a custom for his family and occasionally as a guilty pleasure with Combeferre and Courfeyrac. One time his meal is so impeccable, that he doesn’t just pass his compliments to the chef, he keeps coming back until even the wait staff are on friendly terms with him.
Chef Grantaire who meets his apparent biggest fan because of how much he’s been frequenting his restaurant and immediately craves to cook for him every day for the rest of his life.
Morgana bullying Arthur into taking her to buy lingerie for her wedding night and laughing at his bright red face
Arthur grumbling and dragging his feet but helping Morgana pick out her wedding dress
Morgana panicking the night before the wedding and Arthur calming her down with the kind of patience no one knew he had
Arthur needing a minute to blink away tears after seeing Morgana in her wedding gown
Morgana fixing Arthur’s tie and telling him that nothing’s going to change, it’s still you and me against the world, little brother
Arthur walking Morgana down the aisle
Morgana getting mad at Arthur over his best man (maid of honor) speech because he made her cry
Morgana hauling Arthur in for the father-daughter dance
Arthur kissing Morgana goodbye when it’s time for her to leave
Morgana calling him a few hours later from her honeymoon suite when he’s wrapping up the reception to tell him exactly what she plans to do to her spouse tonight
Arthur gagging and crying TMI but smiling all the same because yeah, nothing’s changed after all
I will always, always defend Regulus Black for he overcame his fear and died silently, not looking for praise but to give Voldermort the finger.
i can’t chose. that’s just cruel :o
(baguette though. I adore croissants like wow, but i’m addicted to bread and it goes with everything, while croissants are definitely breakfast or gouter only food - and it’s fucking delicious and too expensive)
(that’s still a cruel choice :p)
"Are we… actually, seriously considering this?" Bossuet whispers.
Grantaire shrugs, eyes still focused on the window that let them see what happens in the other room. Agent Feuilly seems to be the only one keeping his calm. Agent Bahorel is yelling - shame they can’t hear anything really -, Agent Courfeyrac is pacing angrily around the table, and Agent Enjolras - Agent Enjolras looks furiously radiant, her lips pursed tight in anger, her eyes icy cold and though she speaks rarely, Agent Bahorel nods vigorously each time she opens her mouth.