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A quick question because i'm an idiot: why were the barricades created? I just realized i have 0 clues on what good would come of building a stationary pillow fort out of other ppl's furniture in the middle of a road?

I love your descriptionXD

augh okay I’m not good at explaining Combat Strategy Stuff, but I will try! The barricades in the insurrection are never meant to be a single, stationary battle focus. Ideally (from the POV of the revolutionaries), the first set of barricades are just a beginning. They aren’t meant to be fortresses, but Mostly Temporary cover and fortifications. An ideal, successful Barricade-based Uprising goes something like this:

1- TO THE BARRICADES!!2- Government Forces attack your position, you harass each other a bit, you either fall back or advance–3: TO THE NEW AND DIFFERENT BARRICADES!!! 4: Repeat steps 1-3, as quickly as possible, as often as needed, until your forces capture strategically significant areas (armory, palace, etc) and drive out the Ruling Powers That Be5: HURRAH YOU REVOLUTION’D

An insurrection/revolution that has enough popular support to do this is very likely recruiting new members as it goes along, and getting recruits from the army/National Guard/whatever government forces as it goes, too.

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theweirdwideweb

Maggie Smith (1978)

grantairelibere

Concept: Les Misérables (1862) but if Lemony Snicket was the author Example: to Enjolras–darling, dearest, dead.

Chapter One

If you’re seeking a story whose tragic beginning is followed by a less-tragic middle and an inevitably uplifting denouement, this book should be avoided at all costs. The approximately six hundred and fifty-five thousand words that are about to follow contain the tales of several bright and brave young people who each meet an unfortunate end and several less-bright, less-young people, including myself, who unfortunately survive to recount the events. “Unfortunate” is a word which here means “luckless” and “miserable”, the latter definition having been used for the title of this novel, designed to dissuade you, the misguided reader, from continuing past the cover page.

There are other techniques I have employed in this book that are designed to stop you from yourself becoming miserable by reading this story in its entirety. Firstly, the physical novel, which as you may notice shares the same dimensions and weight as a standard housing brick, for the utmost inconvenience. Secondly, I have included several hundred pages of information which are both uninteresting and have little bearing on the grander story in the meager hope that you will come to your senses and place this novel back on your shelf or better, in a lit fireplace, where I solemnly believe it belongs.

For example, the use of candlesticks. The word “candlestick” is derived from the purpose of the item itself, that is an object, most often metal, commonly silver, in which one can stick a candle. Many dictionaries define “candlestick” as “an often ornamental holder for securing a candle or candles”. “Candleholder” is another, less commonly used word for “candlestick”. Candlesticks come in a variety of forms and sizes, and can contain a variety of numbers of candles often demarcated by their names-a “trikirion” contains three candles and a “menorah” contains seven. If you have had the fortitude-a word which here means “strength of mind”-to make it this far through this dull paragraph, it may be of some note to say that the candlesticks with which we concern ourselves in this story are single candlesticks, that may each contain one candle.

Thirdly, not only have I named the main character in a redundant manner-Jean Valjean-I have decided to tell you here that Jean Valjean perishes on the final page of this novel. That is my story’s conclusion.

With all this information in mind, and having the ending already known, I now give you my final warning and pleading suggestion to forget about this book. Put it down. Hide it away. Bury it in a cemetery late at night with the assistance of a man named Fauchelevant. Forget it ever existed. For now the story must begin.

It begins in a town called Digne, on a grey and dreary night under the roof of a very kind but elderly and poor man, the bishop of the town, whose name was Myriel.

#other peoples fab fic ideas

clenster

for caroll-in who asked for Bahorel and Jehan picking clothes EXCEPT I AM TRASH AND I JUST NOTICED I MISREAD JEHAN TO JOLY I AM SORRY

(huevember day 16)

#kcrabb88 #this!#enjolras makeover!#queer eye thoughts

everyonewasabird

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Combeferre & Courfeyrac & Enjolras (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac/Cosette Fauchelevent/Marius Pontmercy, Combeferre/Jean Prouvaire, Enjolras & Les Amis de l'ABC, Cosette Fauchelevent & Jean Valjean, Combeferre & Cosette Fauchelevent, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Joly/Bossuet Laigle/Musichetta, Courfeyrac/Musichetta Characters: Combeferre (Les Misérables), Enjolras (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Cosette Fauchelevent, Marius Pontmercy, Javert (Les Misérables), Jean Valjean, Jean “Jehan” Prouvaire, Joly (Les Misérables), Musichetta (Les Misérables), Les Amis de l'ABC Additional Tags: Post-Barricade, Fix-It, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Canon Era, Families of Choice, Trans Enjolras, Non-Binary Jean Prouvaire, Javert Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Gender Dysphoria, Canon-Typical Violence, Racism, Transphobia, discussion of suicide, Police Brutality, Asexual aromantic Enjolras, Queerplatonic Relationships, Heavy Angst, Combeferre & Enjolras Platonic Life Partners, Badass Cosette, Cosette makes friends Summary:

“Are you all right?” Courfeyrac asked.

Enjolras did not answer.

“I’ll come find you,” Combeferre said.

Enjolras raised his head and their eyes met.

“If there is a next time,” Combeferre said, “you won’t have to wonder whether I lived. I swear it, Enjolras. Courfeyrac. As long as I’m alive, I will come find you.”

Post-barricade survival fic about found family. Combeferre searches for Enjolras, Cosette tries to save her father, Enjolras atones, and Courfeyrac struggles to come to terms with all of it.

Not an everybody lives AU, but I promise there’s a happy ending for everyone who made it out.

–

Oh, hey, remember how I’m writing a thing? :D

Chapter 9: “Which Concerns the Distance Between Picquigny and Faverolles”

This chapter is mostly found family and gardening, and also dancing lessons and allusions to convent dads! Sorry there’s so much Gillenormand in it, though.

#omg #omg omg omg #fic to read #kermit arm flail

siristvantoth

Unpopular opinion: In a physical fight between Enjolras and Bahorel, Enjolras always wins. (Same goes for a fight between Enjolras and Grantaire. Or Enjolras and anybody, really.)

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

I truly do not understand this fandom sometimes, because in no way should this be an unpopular opinion. Enjolras literally holds off a battalion of soldiers using a carbine as a singlestick. The rose couverte move that Hugo says he uses is like ... essentially supposed to be this literally Legendary move that is supposed to be like, an impenetrable shield of pure kinetic energy in all directions as this cartoon suggests:

The actual motion of the move should be something like this:

Described as such:

Various windmill movements made almost invisible by their speed of execution will of course impress, destabilize, disturb - even panic - an opponent. At the very least they will keep him at a distance. If the opponent ventured into this field of pure kinetic energy, he would not stay there very long ...

We find legends of the masters capable of delivering 300 blows per minute.

That’s terrifying and superhuman.

It’s not just, Enjolras is good at fighting. It is like, he is a Legendary fighter capable of doing moves that are basically physically impossible for a normal person and that you’d see in a movie. Like Neo, or Legolas. You’re not going to beat Legolas in an archery competition, you know? You’re not going to beat Enjolras in a fight.

#absolutely #also fic rec for the wonderful la rose couverte by colonel despard #can you fic rec in tags?

dubblebubble

do you ever read fanfiction so good you wish it was a book that you could buy and put on some shelf in your bedroom and gaze at sometimes and remember how amazing that motherfucker was instead of having to squint at it on your too bright phone screen at 3 am

#and hope it won’t disappear from the interweb the second you’re not looking

flaggermousseart

based on this post

#oh dear yes #side eyes that one fic i started that never saw the light of day #harry potter #remus needs a hug

musicalgifs

#ahhh #enjolras #the smile and nod #the bun #rob houchen #these dorks

barricadeur

Express From Paris: reports of the June rebellion published in The Times of London, 7 and 8 June, 1832.

#reblog for future reference #barricade day #relevent to interests

almondmisery

This is my new favorite google suggestion

almondmisery

@pilferingapples @everyonewasabird I support y’all so much

shitpostingfromthebarricade

Is this something people would be interested in for July or August?

#yes’m #interested #same prompt fic challenge

The Peace of Wild Things

Chapter 9 A Thousand Times Goodnight

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thank you @kcrabb88 for the encouragement as always xxx

#peace of wild things #sickfic #courfeyrac #combeferre #enjolras #i’m so sorry my darling courfeyrac #modern au #increasingly tenuous Shakespeare references as titles

for the fic thingie: Bahorel, prompt: hidden? :)

More cheating, four paragraphs! Thank you! Good prompt!

“It is well hidden?” Enjolras shifted his gaze surreptitiously to ensure their exchange was not observed.

“Never fear, no gendarmes who happen to be casing your rooms will possibly be able to discover the location of…” Bahorel paused and looked theatrically from left to right, and went on in a loud and obvious whisper, “…the item.”

Bahorel was a particularly useful associate if one was prepared to endure a certain amount of teasing. It was only the sheer weight of the thing that had required Bahorel to carry it up the stairs to hide somewhere in Enjolras’s rooms, rather than managing it himself.

Enjolras raised an eyebrow dryly at his antics, “It is not the gendarmes I am concerned with, as you well know.”

#ask challenge #enjolras & bahorel partners in crime #civilized-revolutionary

Enjolras and Joly with the prompt "red." :D

I cheated, a little bit, and on the first one too. So three paragraphs of;

“Enjolras? Enjolras, are you-oh dear-“ Joly caught Enjolras swiftly by the elbow and plopped him, gently, onto a nearby chair. He bent to peer at Enjolras’s suddenly pale face, and asked with a puzzled frown, “All right there?”

Enjolras nodded swiftly, pointedly looking away from the tea towel Joly was holding tightly to his hand, and swallowed uncomfortably. As swiftly as the colour had drained from them, he felt his cheeks burn red, embarrassed.

“It’s- ah- the…” he sighed, knowing he was caught, literally, red handed. He did not like the sight of blood, particularly his blood. “It’s just so…so very… red.”

In which I occaisionally enjoy the thought that Enjolras does not like the sight of blood.

#ask challenge #les mis #modern au #kcrabb88 #sometimes headcanon