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[therozanov]

Connor Storrie as Liam Hauser | RILEY [2023]

[non-tmercy]

I've seen your flag on the marble arch And love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

[thisfeebleheart]

However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras.

[pilferingapples]

How well do you react to finding out the guy you hated is actually a good person who's saved your life, on a scale from Fauchelevent to Javert

[secretmellowblog]

Javert: you managed to change your worldview and live in peace after Jean Valjean saved your life?

Fauchelevent:

[zqnl]

heavily inspired by a dormont illustration, nothing like 1950s spousal resentment to invoke enjoltaire energy

think i’ve finally figured out a workflow that works for me 🤩🤩

[zzalina]

Grantaire waking up at 6 am because he can't sleep and Enjolras going to sleep at 6am because he spent the whole night working on something

[veryfastnighuncatchable]

I feel like we don't talk enough about how lucky we are as a fandom.

In most other queer "subtextual" (put in quotes bc let's be real, the subtext here is basically text) relationships portrayed on screen, the actors either publicly deny the queerness (looking at you, BBC Sherlock) or say something like "you are free to view this however you choose, but...", making it very clear that they don't support the ship.

But then we have George Blagden, who was like "yeah, he's gay, and in love with Enjolras", and played it that way on screen, and talked about it in interviews, and wrote us music about it (? has my heart forever). He probably writes exr fanfiction I stg.

And we got really damn lucky with him

(Also, ik Aaron didn't say anything about it, but that's because he lowkey didn't pick up on it in the brick, which is a flavor of meta I never know what to do with).

[piierogis]

“So you have no mother.” “I don’t know,” answered the child. Before the man had time to speak again, she added:— “I don’t think so. Other people have mothers. I have none.” And after a silence she went on:— “I think that I never had any.”

Les Misérables 2.3.7, Hapgood translation

+ Starchild [The Ghost Quartet]

[fruitpunch4every1]

being a grantaire fan i constantly switch between two characterizations of him (in any sort of aus)

one, he's the most normal dude guy man to ever be, with some hidden depths but otherwise somewhat of a reader-insert for the craziness of les amis.

two, he's insane. he ballets, boxes, paints, reads greek and roman classics in original, his flat is covered wall-to-wall in murals he changes on a bi-weekly basis. there's a scaled-down paper maché version of michaelangelo's david next to his bed, yes he made it. he has piercings and tattoos and a stick-and-poke R under his left eye. there is nothing he hasn't at least tried to do. he knows everything in paris. he tutors a mafia boss's kid. he has a phd in philosophy and several licenses including but not limited to sky diving, regular diving, horse riding and driving a tractor. he barely passed high school level math. he makes most of his clothes or at least mends and changes them. he knows several world-famous people. he has a three-legged cat named un-dois-trois (because un dois trois catre cinq, cat sink, it's a pun). he knows everything about tarot and astrology even/because he thinks it's bullshit. he's ugly as fuck and still has more sex than any other of les amis. he's a statistical error, he should never exist, and yet.

[genderfeel]

valjean: come to that, can you be sure that i am not your man?

the dubious inspector javert:

[deathanddogs]

Enjolras and his three character traits per his introduction:

Hot (yellow)

Will not fuck you (green)

Revolution (red)

[fiction-podcast-lover]

Things Victor Hugo loves to remind us about characters in Les Misérables :

- How absolument strong and muscular Jean Valjean is

- Javert is a dog

- How big and monstrous madame Thénardier is

- Cosette is literally just a girl, the most girl to ever girl

- Marius is so absolutely unaware of everything

- Enjolras is the most beautiful Twink you'll ever see

- How obsessed Grantaire is with Enjolras

- Gavroche is the most savage kid ever

[sleepy-spacetronaut]

-the sewers of Paris are a paid actor

-the Bishop of Digne(aka Monsieur Myriel) is the most chill guy ever

[luminouslumity]

[yu-iu]

Una Furtiva Lagrima

“Heavens! Yes, I could die!

I could ask for nothing more, nothing more.

Yes, I could die!

Yes, I could die of love.”

[pureanonofficial]

LES MIS LETTERS IN ADAPTATION - Entrance on the Scene of a Doll, LM 2.3.4 (Les Miserables 1925)

The last of these stalls, established precisely opposite the Thénardiers’ door, was a toy-shop all glittering with tinsel, glass, and magnificent objects of tin. In the first row, and far forwards, the merchant had placed on a background of white napkins, an immense doll, nearly two feet high, who was dressed in a robe of pink crepe, with gold wheat-ears on her head, which had real hair and enamel eyes. All that day, this marvel had been displayed to the wonderment of all passers-by under ten years of age, without a mother being found in Montfermeil sufficiently rich or sufficiently extravagant to give it to her child. Éponine and Azelma had passed hours in contemplating it, and Cosette herself had ventured to cast a glance at it, on the sly, it is true.

At the moment when Cosette emerged, bucket in hand, melancholy and overcome as she was, she could not refrain from lifting her eyes to that wonderful doll, towards the lady, as she called it. The poor child paused in amazement. She had not yet beheld that doll close to. The whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a vision. It was joy, splendor, riches, happiness, which appeared in a sort of chimerical halo to that unhappy little being so profoundly engulfed in gloomy and chilly misery. With the sad and innocent sagacity of childhood, Cosette measured the abyss which separated her from that doll. She said to herself that one must be a queen, or at least a princess, to have a “thing” like that. She gazed at that beautiful pink dress, that beautiful smooth hair, and she thought, “How happy that doll must be!” She could not take her eyes from that fantastic stall. The more she looked, the more dazzled she grew. She thought she was gazing at paradise. There were other dolls behind the large one, which seemed to her to be fairies and genii. The merchant, who was pacing back and forth in front of his shop, produced on her somewhat the effect of being the Eternal Father.

In this adoration she forgot everything, even the errand with which she was charged.

[gacougnol]

Rue de Bièvre

Paris 1910

[littlebear2671]

Just hit the 50 hour mark! Making solid progress despite taking a week off over Christmas.