Texts From Enjolras

"A martyr would rather suffer death at the hands of an oppressor than renounce their beliefs." Disclaimer Read From The Beginning

[textingenjolras]

Something reminded me of Les Mis at my desk at work and I was immediately transported back to the days of reading this blog religiously. I was so alone then, it felt like the only people I was close to were Les Amis. I still don’t have a ton of friends, but I have a few close ones and I’m so loved now. Thinking about this blog fills me with pain and sorrow and grief and nostalgia but also so much love and acceptance and gratitude. Eternal gratitude to you, dear mod for everything you put into this and how much you loved this blog and our community here on your page, and eternal gratitude to Les Amis. I guess every year or two I’m going to remember this blog, the pain and the heartbreak and the loneliness I felt back then and the love I have now and the gratitude for you and this blog in my darkest days. I was so alone back then but I didn’t feel it at the time. Because I had this blog and this community. I could never put into words, accurately or eloquently, how much this blog changed me and saved me and how much love I still hold for it, all these years removed. Thank you, mod. I will never be able to express my gratitude for you and the boys

I know I’ve said this before somewhere on this blog but during the time I was writing this story and we were all telling it together, I was the most depressed I had ever been in my life. I was a closeted trans guy trapped at a hyper religious college, majoring in something I didn’t want to study, suffering from an ED……just all around bad.

I’ve always hated the idea that artists make great art when they’re depressed and at their lowest because I don’t think it’s true. I think artists make great art when they feel great love, from people, from places, from nature. If you, the readers, did not exist, this story and the way it took shape wouldn’t have either.

You were lonely, I was lonely, but together we weren’t. You all showed me love and it became tangible in this story. So, with so much love in my heart, I receive your gratitude and also give you my own. Thank you for being around back then. Thank you for telling the story with me. And thank you for being here with me now. 💙

-ModE

[thecandlesticksfromlesmis]

Hi friends!

I'm taking a really big step for my mental health in April. I'm finally getting top surgery! So much of my life has been defined by gender dysphoria and it's time for that to stop so that I can finally live.

I really wish I had the means to do this alone, but healthcare in this country sucks. I'm working so hard to cover the costs for every doctor's appointment, every therapist appointment, every psychiatrist appointment already so any assistance you can give, even if it's just a reblog, would mean the world to me.

Thank you all so much for the continued support over all these years. Believe it or not, my very first gender affirmation came from inside this fandom. The world can be such a beautiful place sometimes 💙

DONATE HERE IF YOU'RE ABLE

Love,

Eli

[textingenjolras]

Holy shit. Blast from the past, huh. It’s good to see you around. I know times have changed but I hope you know, I am taking the full trek, not just watching the reblogs, just because the blog crossed my dash again.

Hope you’re doing good!

Omg so brave of you to take the full trek 💙 Thank you for keeping this story alive!

[acourfeyrac]

@textingenjolras reblogging all the posts from barricade day 2013 reminds me of two things

1) the grip that fic had on me as a teen

2) how fucking old i am now

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It was so much fun to relive this story with you all. As always, thank you for reading! 💙💙

-ModE

[mage-rites]

if you’re not following textingenjolras right now you’re missing out on a really wonderful opportunity to cry about a lot of things

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Holy poop this just showed up on my dash … WHAT this is the most wonderful thing I have ever seen. 

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After the Fall of the Barricade

REWRITE

Having a dream about getting shot was nowhere near the real thing.

           Enjolras raised his gun and pulled the trigger. He watched as the solider he was aiming at fell to the ground with a cry and spurt of blood. The first time he’d killed someone was yesterday and he felt as though there was an albatross around his neck. The guilt was heavy and it hurt but the feeling soon became something normal as he constantly reminded himself of the one fact that kept him going …

           He was doing this for his country.

Keep reading

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3:00 P.M. (6th of June, 2013)

We are hiding now but the only people that are with me are Combeferre and Bossuet.  Combeferre is losing blood but once I can clean the wounds I’ll be able to stitch them up.  Luckily, I think he was the only one wounded this badly, I saw most everyone else escape their own way … actually, I didn’t see Enjolras or Grantaire.

- Joly

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june 6th 2013

the fight started at 2 and it’s already a mess. I can’t save anyone because too many people are falling at once.  The guard has knocked down most of the barricade and have now invaded it. I know Enjolras would want us to stay but I think we are going to run and hide, because if we all die there is no chance of helping anyone … we have to try again one day. We came so close. 

We have to run, we have to —– wait sorry I just watched Combeferre get stabbed twice in the chest with a knife. 

I have to go.

-Joly

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1:30 P.M (6th of June, 2013)

It’s been an hour and nothing has happened.  We are getting uneasy.

-Joly

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