#mme-combeferre

[shinelikethunder]

I needed to hear that. Thank you. xx

You're welcome. <3 Our entire generation needs to hear it, honestly.

[guildenfern]

Whatever. If HP Lovecraft had drawn pin-up girls instead of writing horror stories, he would've created you.

the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me, probably

(liz also holds the 2nd, 3rd and 6th place on that list)

[lemeute]

Good evening, darling - I spent all of today (my 27th birthday) holed up in bed with bronchitis and I would find being given a chapter immensely comforting. xx

DARLING OF COURSE I WILL FIND YOU ONE I AM SO SORRY BRONCHITIS IS THE NASTIEST I KNOW

So because it has one of my favorite tiny Enjolras-Combeferre moments, "Employment of the Old Talents of a Poacher and That Infallible Mark."

Opinions were exchanged in the barricade. The firing from the gun was about to begin again. Against that grape-shot, they could not hold out a quarter of an hour longer. It was absolutely necessary to deaden the blows.

Enjolras issued this command:

"We must place a mattress there."

"We have none," said Combeferre, "the wounded are lying on them."

Jean Valjean, who was seated apart on a stone post, at the corner of the tavern, with his gun between his knees, had, up to that moment, taken no part in anything that was going on. He did not appear to hear the combatants saying around him: "Here is a gun that is doing nothing."

At the order issued by Enjolras, he rose.

It will be remembered that, on the arrival of the rabble in the Rue de la Chanvrerie, an old woman, foreseeing the bullets, had placed her mattress in front of her window. This window, an attic window, was on the roof of a six-story house situated a little beyond the barricade. The mattress, placed cross-wise, supported at the bottom on two poles for drying linen, was upheld at the top by two ropes, which, at that distance, looked like two threads, and which were attached to two nails planted in the window frames. These ropes were distinctly visible, like hairs, against the sky.

"Can some one lend me a double-barrelled rifle?" said Jean Valjean.

Enjolras, who had just re-loaded his, handed it to him.

Jean Valjean took aim at the attic window and fired.

One of the mattress ropes was cut.

The mattress now hung by one thread only.

Jean Valjean fired the second charge. The second rope lashed the panes of the attic window. The mattress slipped between the two poles and fell into the street.

The barricade applauded.

[misschrisdaae]

I know we are only recently in a mutual following sort of relationship, but I wanted to say hi and I'm finding your tumblr really delightful! Which is such a weird thing to say, really. "GOOD JOB, YOU, AT AMUSING ME!" The point stands.

Well, thank you! I’m enjoying your blog, too! Vive Combeferre!

If you want more of me, I suggest following askthechristinedaaeries if you haven’t already (it’s the spin-off blog of my VLOG series on YouTube). Unless you’re not a Phantom fan, which is totally fine.

Keep tumbling. Stay happy!

[jupiterbun]

mme-combeferre replied to your post: WHITE. Consider this my on-schedule marriage proposal.

Tbh I almost said something saucier and then I realized that we are NICE GIRLS who BEHAVE WELL and are sweet and chaste and pure. (BWAHA.)

You held back on the sauciness?! I feel cheated :T

[lemeute]

mme-combeferre replied to your post: Prepared: Combeferre: 1829

Urrrrrgh fictional husband feelings. Well done, you.

Thank you! I have lots of Feelings about him too :')

[lemeute]

mme-combeferre replied to your post: Headcanon: Jehan’s tombstone is inscribed with a...

(INSERT HYSTERICAL CRYING HERE)

...I'm sorry! *offers tissues*

[demisexualbolairelathalia]

Liz is amazeballs and I say the most ridiculous things when we talk