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too depressed to write anything so PLOTTING CALL! 

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               ❝    YOU DON’T THINK I KNOW THEY’RE PEOPLE? it’s the kind of people they are which makes me call them that.    ❞    he explains , though not without a tone which implies he feels as though he should not need to. the inspector makes a strange face when she barters her own trust with him , as he has never had to be in the business of earning trust from civilians. it usually just comes with the uniform he wears. he reflects on the reasons she has offered him for not being able to trust him as an officer of the law , and her logic is one that javert cannot argue with. he sighs , realizing this.    ❝ i won’t make any promises. ❞   and that’s all he makes as an admission. 

              “ SEE, I wasn’t sure if you knew. police officers uphold the value of life, right? so i thought you would value theirs, regardless. seeing as we both agree they are STILL PEOPLE, i mean, “ she replied, tone balanced between patience and defiance. it was the kind of self control she’d learned from her father. when she begins her walk once again, she does not wait for him. “ — what’s your name, by the way? you never told me.  ”

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out of love. so since like cosette is constantly describes as basically synonymous with the wild / canonically loves to trample around in the woods basically what i’m saying is let cosette take your muse camping.

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women of les misérables (5/?) : cosette fauchelevent

She was beautiful and lovely; she could not help agreeing with Toussaint and her mirror. Her figure was formed, her skin had grown white, her hair was lustrous, an unaccustomed splendor had been lighted in her blue eyes. The consciousness of her beauty burst upon her in an instant, like the sudden advent of daylight; other people noticed it also, Toussaint had said so, it was evidently she of whom the passer-by had spoken, there could no longer be any doubt of that; she descended to the garden again, thinking herself a queen, imagining that she heard the birds singing, though it was winter, seeing the sky gilded, the sun among the trees, flowers in the thickets, distracted, wild, in inexpressible delight.

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ok but reblog and tag with the very specific holidays that will fall on your birthday this year

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♥ ( if it's not too late! )

SEND ‘ ♥  ‘ TO KISS COSETTE !  /  ACCEPTING.

       HER GASP is cut short by the sudden gentle crush of his lips against hers.  though her eyes widen, her shoulders are the first to go lax until she is curled into the shape of him. however, when her hand reaches for the touch of his cheek, she feels her blood run cold. in her ears suddenly echo WEDDING BELLS. she rips herself away, startled.  “ — that  — that  — did you hear that ?  “ she whispered. what she doesn’t say is  ‘ did you feel that ?  ‘ 

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❝ One, I did not. Two, I owe you zero. Three…see point two! ❞

SAN JUNIPERO MEME  /  ACCEPTING.

      “ WHAT YOU owe me is an apology, for totally blowing me off and being a jerk about it —  ! “ she paused, swallowing, “ —  please.  “ 

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                        ❝    and these miscreants. he trusts them alone with you , as well?    ❞   javert is only acutely aware of the fact that most of the people on the street have started to scatter into their shelter of dark corners , but if he had noticed , he would’ve said that them being threatened by his presence as an officer only further proved his point. he’s mildly insulted by the comment that leaves her mouth , and he succumbs to the need to vindicate himself.   ❝ i am. ❞   if there wasn’t so much conviction in his voice , he would’ve sounded rude. he nods once.   ❝ and i do. lead the way , madamoiselle. ❞

                     “  THEY AREN’T miscreants, “ she says quickly, voice cutting, “ they’re people. “ she watched the sudden determination in his face, deep set and urging her to believe his words. “ my name is COSETTE actually,  ” she spoke only a couple steps above a whisper. she tugged her mouth to one side, suddenly contemplative. “ if you’re going to stay with me, you’ll have to at least try to trust these people. that way i can try to trust you.  “ 

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                   ❝    does he know you’re out here on your own?    ❞   his expression does not change much at the tone of her voice , though his eyes do narrow a bit at the statement which follows. he seems to miss the humor in it , and that gravity which keeps his chin at such a commanding height does not stray when he shakes his head.   ❝ there shouldn’t be anything strange to you about a police officer looking out for the safety of children. it is , in fact , my job to do so.  ❞

           “  OF COURSE he does. my father trusts me, you know,  “ she sighed, noticing how the alley had cleared out now that the cop was at her heels. “ — haven’t you seen the news, monsieur? police haven’t been too keen on protecting children like me lately,  ” she said evenly, eyes ardent. cosette did not wish to incite argument, but she couldn’t withhold her mistrust from him.  “  — are you sure you still want to stay? “ 

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look if we rp, you are more than welcome to send me headcanons at ungodly hours, TALK IN ALL CAPS ABOUT OUR BABIES, and send me like ten memes a day. I honestly won’t be annoyed and I won’t mind. In fact, I want you to.

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CON’T from here with @alouxtte

     Christine laughed at the roomate’s words. Well, apparently she really did have a bad day, and taking by Cosette’s appareance, the rain could very well be one of the reasons why.   ❝ — Hmmm, when you come home wet and covered in mud?  ❞ The brunette joked.

Oh no, her books! Christine smiled in sympathy.  ❝ — You can still have a nice day! It isn’t over. What about some… hot chocolate, perhaps?  ❞ And a towel.

     “ THAT — that would be really nice, thank you,  “  she sighed, flopping backwards on her bed after she peeled her soiled jeans, boots, socks, and other earth - stained clothes into a pile on the floor. “ i was late to two classes and thought i would combust on the spot —  at least tell me you had a good day? ”

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♥ if you're accepting dad kisses for this :)

SEND ‘ ♥ ‘ TO KISS COSETTE !  /  accepting. ( even dad kisses )

       “ THANK YOU papa. i’m sorry for waking you up — it was just another nightmare. i hardly remember it now, “ she half - smiled languidly. it would have been convincing, had it not been so crumpled looking. 

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❝     someone should be with you.    ❞       he knows the girl comes here often to make these selfless gestures , usually in the company of a man that javert thinks might be her father , though it’s not his business to assume. the man’s absence is glaring , and he gives the street a scattered glance.   ❝ you can’t deny this place is dangerous for you to be out here on your own. there are more than just thieves that lurk about. ❞

                “  MY FATHER would have come with me, but he’s working,   ” she explained, somewhat defensive in her tone. she did not want this vaguely familiar stranger believing her father was some kind of careless vagabond letting his daughter wander haphazardly. “ —  what would that be? strange men prodding at a girl like a mother hen or  —  worse?   ” she regarded him, eyes lit with good humour.

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    dear evan hansen,       today is going to be a good day, and here’s why: because today all you have to do is be yourself.  but also confident.  that’s important.  and interesting.  easy to talk to.  approachable.  but mostly be yourself.  that’s the big, that’s number one.  also, though, don’t worry about whether your hands are going to get sweaty for no reason and you can’t make it stop no matter what you do, because they’re not going to get sweaty so i don’t even know why you’re bringing it up, because it’s not going to happen.                               sincerely, your best and dearest friend, me.

            an independent, private evan hansen of dear evan hansen, written by dean.

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Send me "♥" to see how my muse reacts when your muse suddenly kisses them.

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❝    people will rob you in these parts of paris.    ❞   he says after a moment of observing the young girl’s several acts of charity towards the beggars on the street , those who would just as well bite the hand extended in naive kindness to steal more than what is offered to them. there is no doubt a disapproval in his voice.    ❝  you should be more careful. ❞                    @alouxtte                   LIKED.

          BETWEEN PALMS passed four crumpled bills as cosette’s ears were piqued towards the sudden authoritative voice behind her. the old man quickly moved away, clearly recognizing the stranger before cosette could. “ thank you for your concern, sir, ” she said politely. “ but i think i’ll be fine. there’s not much someone could rob from me that i wouldn’t already give them. but if you want to come with me, that’d be alright.  ”

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in celebration of a new fc, new promo with the cool format i enjoy. are you tired of the fanon stereotype of cosette being meek, ditzy, having weaponized femininity, and associated with blindingly pale aesthetics to contrast eponine’s dark grungy emo aesthetics because of the shitty way colorism works?? then you’ve come to the right place. hit that mf like button if you are interested in rping with a modern afro-latinx cosette fauchelevent of victor hugo’s les miserables who speaks french to get out of speeding tickets and is doing her best.