#les amis being happy.

[russo-woso]

can we get a mini williamson blurb on the conti cup final, where r is happy for them winning but concerned about leah’s knee, leah reassures her with kisses and words of affirmation, they also have a picture with the trophy infront of the supporters… while the kids are running riot with less and kyra pls

Proud of you || Leah Williamson

Part of the Mini Williamson universe.

I absolutely love writing parts to this universe. I know my requests are closed but if you have any requests for this universe, please send them in 🤍

Summary The conti cup final brings many emotions, some being pride and worry.

“I’m so proud of you, Le.” You told her as you engulfed her in a hug, the hug being quite restricted due to your bump.

“Thank you, love.” Leah whispered into your hair.

You finally pulled apart so Leah could pick up Amelia.

“You win, mummy!” Ami exclaimed and Leah nodded, a proud smile on her face.

“I did, and it’s all for you, bubba. And your mama and sister.” Leah explained, pressing kisses to Amelia’s face.

“Ami! Come!” Alessia’s hoarse voice said from across the pitch.

“Lessi, no shouting! Rest your voice.” You told her and she nodded.

Alessia had been sick the past week and you were doing your best to get her better, although you couldn’t control her immune system.

Leah put Amelia down and Ami went running to Alessia, nearly tripping over several times, but eventually made it to her in one piece.

“How’s your knee? I was so worried when you came off. I thought something had—” You began but Leah cut you off.

“—It’s perfect, baby. They took me off for precaution. They didn’t want me to overdo it.” Leah explained and you nodded, tears welling in your eyes. “Why you sad, love?”

“It’s just… I don’t want you to have to go through that again. And I’m just so proud of you.” You told her, trying your best not to cry.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay. Come, dry them tears and we’ll have a picture taken with the trophy.” Leah said, and you nodded.

Leah took the trophy off Katie, guiding you over to the arsenal section before getting the media person to take a picture.

One of the pictures was just a cute photo of you and Leah with the trophy.

Another was one of Leah kissing your bump.

And the final one was Leah kissing your cheek but in the background, Alessia, Kyra and Amelia had photobombed, all three of them pulling funny faces.

They all started running around again whilst you and Leah just looked at them in adoration.

“Do we have three children or just one?” Leah rolled her eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you inevitably closer.

“You love them, Le. Don’t deny it.” You said with a playful smirk.

“Sure.” Leah smiled, before pressing a long and gently kiss to your lips.

“I’m so proud, Le. Another trophy that you’ve helped get.” You told her once you broke away from the kiss.

“The biggest one is you though.”

“Stop with the flirting, Williamson. I’m married you know.” You smirked

“Yeah, to me.”

[aca-ttacka]

ok so. theoretically and totally hypothetically and definitely not in a i-already-have-a-chapter-and-a-half-written kind of way. how many of you would be interested in a les amis modern au fic where enjolras learns to detach his worth from how much change hes able to bring about after a failed protest (that 100% doesnt mirror the rebellion in a super obvious way) leaves him and his friends pretty beaten. it assuredly will explore enjolras letting himself be happy and experience human connection and being satisfied even when hes not acting towards The Cause™️. theoretically and hypothetically of course.

[bitter-hibiscus]

I absolutely your Robin Jason headcannons, do you have any more? Maybe some Red Hood ones as well?

!!! im so happy to be getting these asks this is so fun

More Jaybin hcs (part one here):

He has a bunch of 1960s style clothes because Rena likes dressing like a mix of Amy Winehouse and Twiggy

baby goth in the making thanks to Natalia. she gives him a collection of Edgar Allen Poe's poems and he's just hook, line, and sinker into the subculture

He usually listens to metal bands but his guilty pleasure music is slow ballads and gayboy pop (think Kevin Atwater and Troye Sivan)

His favorite rogue to fight is KGBeast because of sentimentality, since KGB is the first rogue he ever defeated as Robin

He has pimples on his thighs and neck but somehow never on his face

He hates having his nails painted because of sensory issues, but lets Rena paint them anyway

His favorite of Dick's teammates is Vic, because he let Jason watch him fix one of Kori's alien weapons once, and he's super patient and kind and answers all of Jason's questions

Red Hood hcs:

Still mostly listens to metal but his favorite band is Rainbow Kitten Surprise (his favorite song is Finalist)

He has a journal where he writes shitty, angsty poetry with a fountain pen

He can never quite resist petting dogs during patrol, so there are multiple pictures online of Mafia Boss Red Hood playing with civilian's puppies

Has a tattoo of a wilded rose on top of his batarang scar to hide it. It's corny and ugly as hell but that was kind of the point. After he starts dating Rose he tells her it's because they were destined to meet. She gags every time

full-fledged romantic goth now. I'm talking manic panic white base, big eyeliner, and fake fangs. I'm talking huge messy hair with about a ton of hairspray. I'm talking "hates that every goth clothing he can find has bats on it"

His main mug is one of those corny millennial "don't talk to me until I've had my coffee" ones that Roy got for him during the outlaws. Jason uses it ironically but Roy thinks he also finds it funny

Sometimes when he's feeling nostalgic Jason will lay down on a rooftop and try to find where Oa is up in the sky, because he and Kyle looked for constellations together during Cosmic Mistake

Contrary to popular belief, his favorite superhero isn't Wonder Woman, it's Black Canary. Which is too bad because she hates his guts

Sent Sasha to live with an ex-con he trusted in South Dakota. He still sends her gifts often but they don't talk anymore since they realized how bad he was to her mental health

Deathstroke's #5 hater. Loses only to all 3 Wilson children (minus Res), Cassandra Cain, and Oliver Queen

Really wants to meet Connor Hawke because he was actually being genuine in GA Vol3 when he told Ollie he'd always wanted to meet him, and has since really really wanted to meet all of the Arrows even though none of them like him. He's the world's worst fanboy

Will do anything Talia asks of him but spits on Ra's face if he so much as looks in Jason's direction

Calls Damian "little prince" in Arabic (Amir Le-Zghir) specifically because of the book, but ALSO because it was what Willis called him when he was a child

Duke is his favorite bat because he isn't afraid to make fun of Jason, gets into a shit ton of trouble, and swears around Bruce like it's nothing

Whew, I think that's enough for a single post. Still have a lot more though lmao

[whorejolras]

as promised: jess' les amis fanfic rec list ✨

this is mainly e/r, a little bit of e/r/c and a few courferre

This is just the stuff that was in my bookmarks on ao3 when I started writing this post (months ago lol sorry it took so long). Going through I was shocked to see so many of my faves weren't actually bookmarked so I will for sure do a part two when I find them again, and have also added heaps of new fics to my bookmarks since then, but for now 25 fics is enough 😂

many of these will be rated E and will have sexual content, some are straight up pwp ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ok first is my ultimate fave that isn't even on ao3 anymore, but thankfully is on the authors tumblr, and that's:

Gnomon by luchia

50-80k words (?) (bc it's not on ao3 i'm estimating)

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

terrorist/assassin Enjolras my beloved ever. My fave are the "charming young man capable of being terrible" fics obviously. This one is my #1 e/r like in my head this is it's own canon. & this series has my fave e/r smut scenes ever. I still daydream about a Gnomon tv show...

- trigger warnings bc it's not on ao3 so doesn't have tags: murder, gun and knife violence, bombs, conversations about the deaths of children. this is not healthy relationship fluff but it makes for a 🥵 dynamic that's for damn sure.

also linking the rest of the series which is up on ao3 still, even though it is officially abandoned and unfinished - i am going to break my ultimate rule right off the bat and link an unfinished series bc I like it so much.

stupid terrorist boys by luchia

series, 5 works

200k words

rating: M and E

here we have gnomon's prequels, two sequels, and some one shots in between 🫶🏻

if you're here for kinky pwp Senselessly Happy and Unsuspecting could be good stand-alone (but it's better when reading in order). I would say read Gnomon first on tumblr then read the rest in order on ao3.

Silence Is the Speech of Love by lady_ragnell

50k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire, background Courfeyrac/Marius/Cosette

Enjolras is cursed for speaking out against the gods, Grantaire is there for him.

will I ever shut up about this fic? Never. fave fave fave. the world building, the mythological/religious system, the writing, the "I love you" "I don't think you do, actually" scene URGH!!!! I think of this fic every time i hear chopsticks. Everything happening with courf/marius/cosette, and the genius inclusion of social worker Fantine my beloved. This is one of those "could be it's own novel" fics.

and the sequel from Enjolras' pov 😭 - Left Unsaid

World Ain't Ready by idiopathicsmile

185k words

rating: T

Enjolras/Grantaire

yes it's the top fic yes everyone probably knows it but it's good for a reason. THE fake dating high school au fic that I broke all my rules for back in 2015. I refused to read unfinished fics, let alone T rated high school fics, yet I remember waiting for the updates for this one as it came out, messaging mutuals on the day the last chapter was released. and every time I reread I remember why. Brilliantly written, the pining, the angst, the miscommunications. All the Joly and Bossuet scenes.

honourable mention to the scene where Joly is so excited for the battle of the bands, then next scene starts with "I think it's more of a sitting night today" the realest simple yet most gut punching illustration of chronic pain that gets my ass every time.

Lovesickness by idiopathicsmile

11k words

rating: T

Enjolras/Grantaire, Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta

(we're gonna see a fair bit of idiopathicsmile on here)

this is one of my absolute favourites. not only bc I quote "hit by a truck full of shirts" all the time. a Joly pov fic!!!!!! my beloved!!!!! I'm a BIG JBM fan (they are essential to me when I'm writing grantaire) and love fics that stay true to his friendship with Joly and Bossuet. also I love when Enjolras is a giant dumbass who thinks his feelings for Grantaire is a mystery illness 😂

Still the Same by The Librarina (tears_of_nienna)

74k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre

ok ok ok. listen. Yes. in this fic, Enjolras IS an fbi agent... and u know i'm the first and last to scream acab always...

that being said this is fully still one of my fave e/r/c fics. Enjolras and Combeferre are married & Enjolras needs to work with art thief Grantaire (fave) on a case. also that one bit at the end when Grantaire *redacted* 👀🫣

cupbearer by illuminate*

*this one is locked, you need an account to view

series, 4 works

124k words total

ratings: T, M & E

Enjolras/Grantaire

this series!!!!!! VAMPIRE ENJOLRAS!!!! thrall Grantaire!!!! canon era AND modern au! REINCARNATION!!!! i'm eeeeaaaaattiiiing 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

More Than Just a Game by ecaitlin

36k words

rating: E

Courfeyrac/Combeferre

Fake dating courferre 😭 this one is so good for the desert scene alone 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 one of my fave courferre fics

Good Intentions by ecaitlin

95k words

rating: E

Courfeyrac/Combeferre, background Marius/Cosette, Joly/Bossuet, Bahorel/Feuilly, and Enjolras/Grantaire ofc

THE les amis hogwarts au. 95k of Courfeyrac pov is always a treat for the system. in their last year at hogwarts, Courfeyrac decides to play matchmaker for all his friends. shenanigans!!!! fuck jkr, but whenever I wanna reread harry potter again I read this fic 🫶🏻 fave courferre ever, and also fave background e/r

if you remembered me by nightswatch*

*this one is locked, you need an account to view

40k words

rating: M

Enjolras/Grantaire

one thing about me is I love an amnesia fic! Enjolras loses his memory and Grantaire helps him recover 👀 this one's for the hurt/comfort and miscommunication/not being upfront about shit fans. also there's some past Grantaire/Combeferre and i'm always a fan

Beautiful Music Together by lady_ragnell

31k words

rating: E

Courfeyrac/Marius/Cosette

a rare Courf/Marius/Cosette fic for your palette. established Marius/Cosette need a little help from their good friend Courf with their sex life 👀 while the three of them also work on a musical assignment together 😭 prequel to You Dance Dreams kinda 👀

You Dance Dreams by lady_ragnell

61k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

(you can tell when i've found a writer who has a fair few fics and just gone nuts lol, lots of lady_ragnell too)

BALLET AU I LOVE YOU!!!!!! so set in the same universe as Beautiful Music Together, Combeferre ropes everyone into working on his opera, a Midsummer Night's Dream sequel. Grantaire dances as Puck alongside Enjolras singing as Oberon 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

In Defiance of all Geometry by idopathicsmile

51k words

rating: T

Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre

this is a top fave E/R/C fic and a top fave les amis fic of all time! Them living in a co-op and all the little details of how they make it work is sooooo real and anyone who wants to see accurately written community organising in les amis fic it's here! now for the ✨romance✨ - Grantaire moves in to the amis co-op and starts crushing on both Enjolras and Combeferre, who have both been pining for each other for years.

Years Since It's Been Clear by lady_ragnell

10k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

Enjolras offers his spare room to grantaire - or the one where enjolras chases the sun across the living room floor like a cat. That image has lived rent free in my head for and I am not exaggerating here, 10 years.

Gonna need (a spark to ignite) by FinditAgain*

*this one is locked, you need an account to view

47k words

rating: M

Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre

soulmate au! soulmate au with E/R/C!!!!!!! enjolras and combeferre are soulmates who lost their bond as children. when combeferre and enjolras find each other as adults, enjolras is already in an established relationship with grantaire 👀👀👀

secret agent man by goshemily

30k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

yes another cop one haha 😭 bc if ur not able to contradict urself with the media u like are u even a person? but also I wouldn't recommend if it wasn't a good read for the stairs scene alone 😅 Enjolras and Grantaire need to go undercover as a married couple in a small town.

Leaves in the Void by myrmidryad

16k words

rating: M

Enjolras/Grantaire

this is one i've found since rejoining tumblr late last year that 😭 fully broke my heart bro 😭 space au, enjolras writes letters to everyone when he's accidentally isolated on a ship for what to him was eight and half months but was two hours for everyone else.

Blame Delicate Artemis by hyenateeth

22k words

rating: E

femslash Enjolras/Grantaire

posting omegaverse on main? more likely than you think!

this is porn with a tiny bit of plot, but also one of my fave for femslash e/r and also..... girl dick. that's all.

omega enjolras alpha grantaire canon era lesbians.

that's enough description to find its right audience I feel

Eyes to Serve, Hands to Learn by myrmidryad

94k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

Grantaire runs into Enjolras at a kink club. enter 94,000 words of bdsm porn and pining. mostly dom Enjolras and submissive Grantaire, mostly.

Never Be Satisfied by torakowalski

15k words

rating: E

femslash Enjolras/Grantaire

dental dam mention! win!

Grantaire gives Enjolras some advice, lends some toys, and then offers some hands on help when she learns Enjolras has never come before 😏

potentially lovely, perpetually human by myrmidryad

20k words

not rated, does contain smut

Enjolras/Grantaire

lots of myrmidryad here too lol

two of my favourite tropes here. 1: supernatural Enjolras who's in control of his abilities except when it comes to Grantaire (see cupbearer series) and 2: nonbinary Grantaire my beloved!!! Enjolras has psychic empathy triggered by physical touch, so he refuses to touch anyone: until his touch starved ass accidentally touches Grantaire and feels what they're feeling 🥹

Witchboy by tothewillofthepeople

series, 8 works

84k words

rating: T, M

Enjolras/Grantaire

this one is a more recent recommendation that I loved, the world building and magic is so good, there's some great background eposette and patron minette which I'm always a fan of.

i'm not the moon (i'm not even a star) by serinesaccade

40k words

rating: M

Enjolras/Grantaire

amnesia fic and fake dating 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 this time we've got Grantaire losing his memories and waking up in a world where he has a really hot boyfriend, but apparently his 1.5 year relationship with Enjolras isn't what it seems 👀

and let's round this out with a classic

Thirty-Two Times by Ark

7k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

the bottom R canon era bible 🙏🏻

i'm sorry i feel like my emoji use is very millennial. jsyk 👌🏻 is me clicking with my nails ok bye 😘

if you want more i'm whorejolras on ao3 go nuts 🙌🏻

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LBGTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 3, Wave 1, Poll 12

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included. 

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Joly-Les Misérables

Qualifications:

Joly is a hypochondriac and uses a cane. He is in a poly relationship (this isn’t explicitly explicitly canon, but it’s fairly implied in a text from the 1800s)

if i remember correctly he's canonically a cane user (and while canes were often for fashion back then i'm fairly sure he needs his?) and also he's queer by virtue of a) all of les amis being queer and b) whatever's going on between him and bossuet and musichetta

Propaganda:

What’s cooler than an 1800s queer disabled character? Joly (aka Jolllly) is a hypochondriac and uses a cane, and is complimented well by his accident prone boyfriend. The two also have a relationship with them another woman. Despite his constant worrying, Joly is quite happy go lucky and fun, and he is a dedicated member of the revolution and very caring friend.

HE'S A YOUTHFUL MALADE IMAGINAIRE! the day before he's expecting to die (in the june rebellion) he is worried about a cold :( he is also a very happy guy and considering the book is called 'the sad guys' that is commendable

The qualifications and propaganda paragraphs correspond, @satancheeto is the first submitter, @mxcrowave is the second.

Hua Cheng-Heaven Official’s Blessing / Tian Guan Ci Fu

Qualifications:

Hua Cheng is the main love interest in Heaven Official's Blessing, a ghost who has been in love with the hero Xie Lian for over 800 years. As if being dead isn't enough, he once clawed out his own eye in order to save a group of humans from marauding ghosts shortly before his ascension to Ghost King.

Propaganda:

Sexy pirate ghost king swag. Gay for His Highness.

Fun fact: between when he was submitted and when this poll was written the mods both read all of TGCF. Also low key I feel like gay for his highness is a little bit of an understatement.

[artfulacrostic]

some of my favorite moments from the 1995 10th Anniversary Concert of Les Miserables bc it's BARRICADE DAY and thus tis the season:

the convicts during Look Down all being Valjeans from different countries

the bishop M is baby faced and has an angelic voice

the clips from the fully staged show that they insert whenever there is too long of an instrumental/to explain things

colm wilkinson and philip quast's confrontation makes me want to chew on my laptop screen. so good. so crisp

baby cosette gets spooked by a balloon popping during castle on a cloud but barely flinches and keeps singing

the entire cast in the background of master of the house bopping back and forth in time. they are so here for it and it's amazing

philip quast's stars. he's so fucking good. i'm insane about him

michael maguire as enjolras's little happy dance when gavroche tells them that lamarque is dead

michael ball as marius somehow gives himself literally heart eyes whenever he talks about cosette. i can see them. it's so funny

during a heart full of love, colm wilkinson and philip quast are so invested in the background. they're leaning over to whisper to each other. they are besties

lea salonga as eponine delivers "i know this house i tell you, there's nothing here for you. just the old man and the girl, they live ordinary lives" like a GODDESS she is EVERYTHING

michael ball surreptitiously wiping his sweat on lea salonga's hair during her death scene. mans is dying a little

drink with me features anthony crivello as a fucking stellar grantaire, and after his verse, enj comes over and puts his hand on his shoulder to comfort him for a very long time. complete with a lingering touch on the arm and everything. fantastic exr crumbs 👍

the clips from the full show of the final battle are hilarious. completely different cast (though only obvious to insane people like us.)

highlights include one of les amis right on the middle of the barricade doing like. a backwards worm he's so into his death throes. he always has me losing my shit

empty chairs at empty tables includes the fucking cruel choice to have the entire les amis cast of actors line up on each side of michael ball and just a step behind so that they're in shadows, all staring sadly at him for the whole song. gives the impression of all the ghosts of marius's dead friends looking on from the afterlife and demanding answers. heart wrenching. THIS IS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A CONCERT, WHY ARE U DOING STAGING LIKE THIS

beggars at the feast has everyone in the background clapping/tapping along again. love seeing the thenardiers get their due appreciation

the 17 valjeans from other international productions enter after the finale and they all have their gavroches holding their country flags it's so fucking cute

and of course final encore with all the additional valjeans and the whole cast is fucking ACES

ANYWAY if ur looking for a production to watch that is good af this is the top of my list even though it isn't fully staged. it's sooooo. it's some good fucking food. happy barricade day!!

[secretmellowblog]

For @lesmisletters readers not aware: the thing Hugo’s talking about in the “Few Pages of History” section is the Revolution of 1830, a revolution that happened two years before the June Rebellion of 1832 (the one that’s the focus of Les Mis.)

Basically what happened in 1830 was this:

— Napoleon lost the battle of Waterloo in 1815 and kings were restored to the throne: the ancient pre revolution monarchy, the house of the Bourbons.

The first restored king was Louis XVIII, who was ultimately more willing to make concessions to the gains of the revolution: he wasn’t trying to bring back the “pre revolution” monarchy, he was willing to accept the monarchy had to make compromises to survive.

Then Louis XVIII died, and Charles X took the throne.

Charles X was a lot more Ultraroyalist, a lot less willing to compromise. He took a lot of measures to try to claw back the “concessions” the monarchy had been forced to grant to the French Revolution. It was like he was trying to bring back pre-revolution absolute monarchy.

This is what Hugo is talking about here, when he’s talking about why the Bourbons got kicked off the throne:

One morning [the monarchy] drew itself up before the face of France, and, elevating its voice, it contested the collective title and the individual right of the nation to sovereignty, of the citizen to liberty. In other words, it denied to the nation that which made it a nation, and to the citizen that which made him a citizen.

This is the foundation of those famous acts which are called the ordinances of July.

The people of France were not happy about this. Following the monarchy’s nonsense, the Revolution of July happened, and basically the House of Bourbon got kicked out of power.

But instead of being replaced with a Democratic republic…. a series of Political Shenanigans happened and they instead got replaced by another king, Louis Philippe d’Orleans.

Louis Philippe was less conservative and more progressive, far more willing to compromise with leftists. but only like, by the standards of kings. There’s only so far you can go while still being a Monarch XD.

Anyway, this is the political context that Les Amis exist in— trying to boot Louis Philippe and get a democratic republic For Real This Time!

And this section is about Hugo explaining his own thoughts on these revolutions and on the failures of constitutional monarchies.

[microcosme11]

This is only part of a love letter Napoleon wrote

Je ne sais pas quel sort m’attend ; mais s’il m’éloigne plus longtemps de toi, il me [devient] insupportable ; mon courage ne va pas jusque-là. Il fut un temps où je m’enorgueillissais de mon courage, et quelquefois, en jetant les yeux sur le mal que pourraient me faire les hommes, sur le sort que pourrait me réserver le destin, je fixais les malheurs les plus inouïs sans froncer le sourcil, sans me sentir étonné. Mais aujourd’hui, l’idée que ma Joséphine pourrait être mal, l’idée qu’elle pourrait être malade, et surtout la cruelle, la funeste pensée qu’elle pourrait m’aimer moins, flétrit mon âme, arrête mon sang, me rend triste, abattu, ne me laisse pas même le courage de la fureur et du désespoir… Je me disais souvent jadis : les hommes ne peuvent rien à celui qui meurt sans regret ; mais aujourd’hui, mourir sans être aimé de toi, mourir sans cette certitude, c’est le tourment de l’enfer, c’est l’image vive et frappante de l’anéantissement absolu. Il me semble que je me sens étouffer. Mon unique compagne, toi que le sort a destinée pour faire avec moi le voyage pénible de la vie, le jour où je n’aurai plus ton cœur sera celui où la nature aride sera pour moi sans chaleur et sans végétation… Je m’arrête, ma douce amie ; mon âme est triste, mon corps est fatigué, mon esprit est étourdi. Les hommes m’ennuient. Je devrais bien les détester : ils m’éloignent de mon cœur.

Je suis à Port-Maurice, près Oneille ; demain, je suis à Albenga. Les deux armées se remuent ; nous cherchons à nous tromper. Au plus habile la victoire. Je suis assez content de Beaulieu ; s’il manœuvre bien, il est plus fort que son prédécesseur. Je le battrai, j’espère, de la belle manière. Sois sans inquiétude, aime-moi comme tes yeux ; mais ce n’est pas assez : comme toi ; plus que toi, que ta pensée, ton esprit, ta vie, ton tout. Douce amie, pardonne-moi, je délire ; la nature est faible pour qui sent vivement, pour celui que tu animes. [...]

Adieu, adieu, je me couche sans toi, je dormirai sans toi, je t’en prie, laisse-moi dormir. Voilà plusieurs jours où je te serre dans mes bras, songe heureux mais, mais, ce n’est pas toi…

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I don’t know what fate awaits me; but if it keeps me away from you any longer, it [becomes] unbearable to me; my courage only goes so far. There was a time when I prided myself on my courage, and sometimes, casting my eyes on the harm that men could do to me, on the fate that destiny could have in store for me, I stared at the most incredible misfortunes without frowning, without feeling surprised. But today, the idea that my Joséphine could be unwell, the idea that she could be ill, and above all the cruel, fatal thought that she could love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, makes me sad, dejected, does not even leave me with the courage of fury and despair… I often used to say to myself: men can do nothing to those who die without regret; but today, to die without being loved by you, to die without this certainty, is the torment of hell, it is the vivid and striking image of absolute annihilation. I seem to be suffocating. My only companion, you whom fate has destined to make with me the painful journey of life, the day when I will no longer have your heart will be the day when arid nature will be for me without heat and without vegetation… I stop, my sweet friend; my soul is sad, my body is tired, my mind is dizzy. Men bore me. I should hate them: they take me away from my heart.

I am in Port-Maurice, near Oneille; tomorrow I'm in Albenga. The two armies move; we seek to deceive each other. The most skilful wins. I am quite happy with Beaulieu; if he maneuvers well, he is stronger than his predecessor. I will beat him, I hope, in a good way. Don't worry, love me like your eyes; but that’s not enough: like you; more than you, than your thought, your spirit, your life, your everything. Sweet friend, forgive me, I am delirious; nature is weak for those who feel keenly, for those whom you animate. [...]

Goodbye, goodbye, I'm going to bed without you, I'll sleep without you, please let me sleep. It's been several days since I held you in my arms, happy dream but, but, it's not you…

link to the entire letter on napoleonica

[rendy-a]

Hello, hope you’re doing well <3 Once again, congratulations on reaching 500 followers! Keep up the good work =^6u6^=

For the event, may I ask for something lighthearted where the reader tries to push Rook to approach Neige at the dance, but ends up approaching him instead?

This might just be the longest fic I’ve written yet.  I first read the request and thought, ‘Oh, so reader accidentally asks out Neige.’  Then I thought no, they mean Rook.  But wait, what if it ended up being both…  So needless to say this fic gets to be a little bit of a crack fic but I think it is fun and wraps up nicely.  Enjoy!

“Trickster, I’ve been watching you for weeks now and I’d like to tell you more about it,” Rook says before flashing you a large grin.  You hold up your hand to his face as though to signal him to stop, “No, absolutely not.”  Rook’s brow creases and he shakes his head sadly, “Non?  I thought I had it that time for sure.”  You give him a small chuckle, “You can’t lead with that sort of thing Rook.  We are used to your…eccentricities…here but telling your idol you’ve watching him for years is only going to freak him out.”  Rook seems to consider your words closely.  “Perhaps this is too much to hope for, Prefect.  I thank you for your help, but I believe it is best if a hunter remains in the shadows.” 

You pat him on the back, “That’s just nerves talking.  The Rook I know has all the tenacity of the Beautiful Queen and won’t give up so easily.  So, lets revisit the rules and try again.”  You clap your hands like an instructor directing a class to resume an exercise and, in a way, that is what you were.  A few weeks ago, Crowley had announced another one of his mad schemes; a multi-campus goodwill dance.  You’d been taking photos of the Science Club for the school paper when a third year from Pomefiore had come in all aflutter with news.  “It’s everyone!” he exclaimed, walking in the door, and heading toward a table where his friends wait.  He’d certainly caught everyone’s attention with his unsolicited announcement, but it was the excitement at the table of friends that really piqued your curiosity. 

“Curious, Trickster?”  Rook asks mischievously.  You jump and pass him a guilty smile.  “Maybe a little.  What do you think is so exciting?”  Rook’s eyes narrow in delight as he passes you the news, “Le petit oiseau says that he has heard who our guests will be.”  You nod at Rook to continue.  “It will be everyone.”  You look at him a moment before gasping, “Everyone!?  That is so many people!”  Rook gives you a secretive smile, as though delighting in sharing this news with you. 

Speaking of sharing news, you lean over and poke Trey in the shoulder to get his attention, “Hey, Trey, I just heard it is going to be all of Royal Sword.  You’ll get to see Che’nya for sure now!”  Trey adjusts his goggles with a lopsided smile, “You don’t say?  That’s great news.  Riddle had wondered when the dance was announced how they’d decided the attendee list.”  You beamed back at him, happy to know you’d get to see your RSA friend again.  You didn’t have many people you knew outside of NRC, but there were a few.  Thinking of that thought, you turn to Rook.  “You realize this means you’ll have a chance to see Neige again too.”

Rook looks up with widened eyes and his mouth parts into an O.  “When you think about it,” you continue, “you could also even ask him to be your date to the dance!”  Your hand shoots forward to grab the flask Rook fumbles.  If you needed any indication of how shook he was at the thought, that was it.  You tilt your head and look at the hunter, “Not a fan of the idea?”  Rook looks at you, “Ah, mon amie, I am on fire over the idea but, moi?  I could never ask such a thing!”  Then, you saw something you had never expected to see.  Rook, who never seemed to be caught unaware, flushed slightly at the thought. 

You look at him and slowly remark, “You want to take Neige to the dance.  Yeah…you should do that.  Rook,” you place a hand on his shoulder, “I’m going to help you.”  The hunter gasps and raises his hands in surprise.  “That’s right.  I’ll practice with you until you are ready.”  Then you clap your hands under your chin, “Alright!  Let’s go get you a date!” 

You were not getting Rook a date.  It had been days since you’d started role-playing with Rook as ‘Neige’ and still, each attempt he made to converse with the idol was a disaster.  Rook had little sense of social boundaries; his conversation attempts varied from far too intimate to wildly disturbing.  You’d witnessed many attempts at starting a request to attend the dance and each one was a disaster.  You were starting to question this could be a success even to yourself.  “Maybe he needs an example,” came a voice from behind you.  You turn to see Epel watching you from the staircase above you.  You look up at him, “What do you mean?”  He sighs, “We’ve all heard ya practicing, and he jest ain’t gonna get it.  So show’em.”  Then Epel rolls his eyes at you and wanders off.  Show him, eh?  That is just crazy enough to work.

You give a subtle signal towards the bushes and are gratified to see Rook’s head emerge and give you a nod before retreating into cover.  Time to start the plan.  So, you were really going to do this now.  After Epel had mouthed off at you about giving Rook an example, you’d considered if that wasn’t actually a brilliant plan.  With the way your current practice had gone, you’d decided it was worth a shot.  You were going to ask RSA idol Neige La Blanche to the school dance.  Only, you’d make sure that he turned you down in the end.  After all, you weren’t trying to GO to the dance with him, just ASK him.  Then Rook could use your efforts as an example to base his own attempt on.

Right on time, Neige emerges from the gymnasium with his companions.  Ok, time to embarrass yourself.  You jog up to him, earning a scowl from Grum and a wave from Hop.  “Hi guys, remember me?” you ask in a friendly fashion.  “Unfortunately,” grumbles Grum under his breath.  You pointedly ignore him and address Dominic, “School dance is coming up fast.  How exciting.”  He returns your cheer, “Oh yes, we are all so happy to attend such an event.”  You try to sound as innocently as possible when you ask, “So, are you all going together then?”  A chorus of agreement emerges from the bunch, and you congratulate yourself on getting there before anyone else has a chance to ask Neige. 

Then, as though fate had taken pity on you, Neige smiles sweetly at you and remarks, “I’ve got a list I need to turn into your headmaster.  Can you show me the way, Prefect?”  You smile perhaps a bit too widely as you agree and elicit a gasp from Timmy.  It reminds you to control yourself and you quickly settle your face into a much less sinister expression.  “Follow me,” you tell the lovely boy, gesturing towards the main campus. 

You make sure you’ve turned down the path and out of sight of the other RSA students before tapping Neige on the arm.  He turns his innocent gaze on you, and you ask, “Can I talk to you privately for a moment?”  You gesture to a small garden with ample buses surrounding it, trusting Rook will be able to get himself concealed somewhere while you focused on your ‘confession.’  You sat down on a bench and Neige sat beside you sunnily smiling at your nervous self.  “So, the dance.  You do plan to go, don’t you?”  His eyes scrunched closed in happiness as he declared, “Yes, I’m ever so excited!”  You peer at him from out of your lashes as you ask, “Do you plan to go with anyone?  Anyone special, I mean.” 

His mouth rounds into a little O shape as he lifts his hand to his face.  Then he flushes and looks at you coyly, “No one has asked me yet.”  Then that perfect princess of a boy actually flutters his eyelashes at you and now you are taken aback.  What in the world.  “I..well, I guess someone probably will.  I mean, I’d love to go with you,” you finish lamely.  So much for setting a good example.  Only, Neige gasps in delight and leans forward, “Really?  You’re asking me to the dance?”  Now you know you’ve messed up.  You weren’t supposed to succeed and now you were on the edge of stealing Rook’s dream date to the dance.  Time to take drastic measures. 

“Yes, I..I’ve been watching you for weeks now and I’d like to tell you more about it,” you cringe at using Rook’s line but honestly, he was now the best person to imitate to get out of this situation.  You hear an intake of breath caused by your confession, “You…you’re a fan of mine?  Prefect, I never knew!  I’m so happy!  I’m sure we will have a lot to talk about at the dance now!”  Your mouth hangs open and all you can do is mutely nod at him before gesturing that you should continue to the headmaster’s office.  You turn as you leave the secluded garden, swiveling your head around to try to locate Rook and silently beg for forgiveness but he is nowhere to be seen. 

All the way back to Ramshackle, you rehearsed to yourself what you’d say when Rook finally caught up with you.  Hopefully, you’d have a chance to say it before he took out his disappointment on you.  You try to remind yourself that Rook wouldn’t do that but, after stealing his date, you weren’t so confident.  How much longer did you have?  Days?  Weeks?  Then, you heard the clicking of boots behind you on the path.  ‘Ah, so I guess my time is up,’ you think sadly.  Then you stand up straight, square your shoulders and turn to face him; ready to take whatever he deems you deserving of.

“Trickster,” Rook begins slowly.  You gulp down a lump, “Yes, Rook?” Then a large smile slowly spreads on his face, “That was très merveilleux!  My heart soared when you asked the fair Neige to the dance and, quelle surprise, when he accepted!”  Your composure breaks and you start apologizing, “Oh my gosh, I don’t know what happened.  I’m so sorry.  I never meant to take this from you!”  Finally, Rook does look surprised, “Why Trickster, I’m not upset.”  Then, as his expression turns into a sly smile, he elaborates, “In fact, I’m rather pleased by this outcome.  I had worried about asking my Idol to the dance and now I don’t have to.  In fact, I will have the distinct pleasure of observing two of my favorite people at the same time.  Très bien!”  You breathed a sigh of relief and gave the hunter an awkward chuckle.  You had a date to the dance and a fan club too.

Finally, the day of the dance arrived.  In the interval, your roles had swapped, and Rook had become a sort of mentor to you.  He helped you pick out a boutonniere to present to Neige, gave you several topics of conversation based on Neige’s known habits and offered you some much needed confidence boosters.  “Trickster, you look as radiant as the moon glimpsed on a still lake.  Would that I could be on the other side of the door when you knock to take in the full effect,” Rook waxes on poetically.  You casually wave him off with your hand, “Right, right.  I’m totally glamorous.”  Rook seems to hear the hesitation in your voice and sets a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Never fear, Trickster, for I shall be right there to guide you at the dance.”  That’s right, Rook was going to watch you at the dance and lend a hand.  Ok, you can do this.

You can’t do this, you think for the thousandth time as you lead Neige about the dance floor.  The pressure of escorting an idol was really taking a toll on you.  You felt the weight of people’s stares as you danced across the floor.  For his own part, Neige seemed blissfully unaware, smiling and chatting so merrily with you.  He seemed determined to spend the night like he was living in a dream, and you supposed, in a way, it also felt like that to you.  A simple commoner who somehow lands the lovely prince; it was a well-played out storyline and you had to admit you found the appeal in having the attention of such a charming boy. 

You’d never managed to hold it though, without the attention of another.  You could occasionally catch a glimpse of Rook as you swept across the floor.  He’d been true to his word, taking in the sight of you both for the entirety of the dance; forgoing his own dance experience to support you in yours.  He cheerfully and silently offered suggestions to you by gesture.  Like now, as you see him lift two glasses of punch and carry them suggestively to a table in front of a private balcony.  “Neige,” you ask dutifully, “Would you like to take a break?”  He bats his large eyes and tentatively replies, “I could go longer if you prefer.  It’s up to you!”  Ah, so he was tired.  You silently thank Rook for noticing.  “I’m ready for some rest.  Let’s have some punch and find a quiet place to chat.” 

You lead him to the table and pick up the glasses, offering him one.  “Mmm, this is so good,” Neige says after taking a small sip.  “Yeah, its my favorite flavor,” you reply, savoring the taste.  This seems to please your date as he exclaims, “We have so much in common!”  You give him a half-hearted smile, feeling slightly guilty that it is Rook that knows you both so well and not an achievement of your own efforts.  Maybe you ought to help Rook out by putting in a good word as a way of paying him back.

You continue leading Neige to the balcony and see a jacket hanging over the railing.  It was a little chilly, so you grab it and drape it over the boy’s shoulders.  He has a moment of surprise before offering you a cheery thanks.  “Neither of us was wearing a jacket though, so we’ll have to find its owner before we go and make sure they get it back!” he tells you.  You assure him, “Oh, don’t worry about that.  I’m pretty sure I know who this belongs to.  I’ll make sure I get it back to him later.  In fact,” you pause considering, “I think you know him.  Do you remember Rook Hunt from the VDC?”  Neige affirms, “Yes!  He is a great fan of mine.  I sometimes see him on campus.  He told me so much about you!” 

This takes you aback.  “He told you about…me?” you ask in a surprised tone.  “Oh sure, whenever we are together, he only seems to talk about you,” Neige remarks while gazing at the distant stars.  This was new information to you.  Whenever you happened to meet the hunter lately, he’d only spoken about Neige.  Rook was a curious individual both exuberant and open while keeping certain sides of himself sheltered and hidden.  You wondered what it was about yourself that he’d found interesting enough to share with his idol.  A nagging thought hooks into your brain; if Rook had the chance to speak to Neige but chose to talk about you instead, did that mean he found you to be equally as fascinating as his idol?

The dance continued but you knew yourself to be distanced from it.  You absentmindedly completed dances and smiled at your dance partner and friends, but your thoughts were elsewhere.  The number of times your eye’s sought out Rook in the crowd drastically increased and, from his sly looks, he’d also noticed your interest.  It was almost a relief when the last song ended, and you were able to walk Neige over to his RSA companions and bid him a goodnight.  Neige had given your hand one final squeeze and earnestly wished that you’d be able to speak again soon.  You replied honestly that you hoped for that as well.  It wasn’t the same burning appreciation that Rook had but you’d come to feel that you also understood the appeal of the gentle boy.

“He is quite charming,” Rook remarks, appearing suddenly at your side.  You look down as you reply, “Yeah he is.”  You gaze at your feet, feeling oddly shy.  “Rook,” you cautiously begin, “When you are interested in a new target, how do you start to get to know them?”  He tilts his head, carefully considering your question, “I think the first step is always to observe.  I like to watch them closely until I have the essence of their appeal firmly in my grasp.”  You paused to consider that.

The dance was officially over but some of the livelier students had put on their own music to continue with their own private party.  Though it was soft as it drifted across the dance floor, you found yourself smiling and swaying with the beat.  “Rook, I do believe I need some lessons on up close observation.”  Then you lean in and wrap your arms around his neck, urging him to join you in a dance.  He laughs in a joyful tone, “Why Trickster, I think you’ve no need for lessons.  Look at how you’ve already caught me in your trap.”  You smirk at him, “I had a good teacher.” 

The many songs drifting from different groups of students created a discordant sound but it hardly mattered.  Rook chose no particular melody for your dance.  Instead, he appeared to lead you at random to some beat only he could perceive.  It felt right though.  You had only just begun your detailed study of Rook Hunt but you’d long since known he moved to his own tune.  Now, you were simply joining him.  Finally looking his way and seeing him.  After all, observing someone closely was the first step to knowing them; someone you’d come to deeply admire had told you that.

[lifewillalwaysbe-lavieenrose]

GUYS!! I saw Les Mis! In Munich!!!

Let's recap!

The Cast:

Daniel Gutmann as Javert. He was incredible. Definitely my personal highlight. Everytime he sang his voice just ROARED. And he was menacing holy shit. Aggggggh I'm normal about him

Barbara Obermeier as Eponine. When I first heard her sing in Act 1, I knew she was gonna kill it in Act 2. And she did.

Merlin Farcel aka Enjolras. His voice was so perfect I LOVED all the high notes, BUT:

The beard. Sorry, but in my world Enjolras doesn't have a beard. Plus, it makes him look like Peter Maffay

Madame Thenardier was PERFECT (I don't remember who played her that night😭) She was so funny and the audience really loved her.

The Music:

At first, I felt a bit underwhelmed by the orchestra. To be fair, I listened to the 10th anniversary recording SO much, that I really got used to that grand orchestra sound.

There was an electric guitar and at one point an electric bass when Javert sang, which I really loved.

During Master of the House/ Beggars at the Feast you could really see the orchestra bopping their heads and having fun and that made me very happy

I really loved the brass section, they really stood out (That French Hurn during On My Own????!)

The Costumes:

I don't know why, but the Les Amis were wearing these caps all the time. I have never seen a production with them in it. Is this a historically accurate thing?? I didn't really like them, they looked very plastic/shiny and fell out of place

I cannot find a picture but in the beginning of Act 1 Valjean wore a pink vest and then a purple coat which both looked very cheap and which I both didn't like (maybe it was because of the light? The colors felt very unnatural)

Eponine's outfit. At first I thought it didn't look shabby enough. But it looks so badass I'll let it pass

Why don't you let Enjolras wear his red vest??

What is Marius wearing? Goofy boy

Big Mad Hatter vibes from Thenardier. I loved his and the Patron Minettes outifits, they looked very edgy

This is perfect. Perfect. I only wished he had undone his hair for Javert's Suicide (he did, but only for the last 10 seconds)

The Stage:

The stage had a turning middle and stairs that could be moved around, similar like in Hamilton.

They did a cool transition with young Cosette walking up the stairs and old Cosette walking down

Also, they had some cool staging with buildings moving around for Stars. But I feel like there was almost a bit too much happening in the background for this song.

I don't know why they didn't have the Barricades turn and show Enjolras hang upside down. It's such a cool/tragic moment!

During the Barricade scenes, the stage sometimes felt a bit empty. I mean, there were always like 15 people standing around. Maybe the Barricades were to small/not high enough

Empty chairs at empty tables. Where were the empty chairs and empty tables??

In Everyday/A Heart Full of Love Reprise single leaves started falling down on the stage (Like Valjean entering the Fall/Winter of his life) I loved that.

Also, the parallel of Marius learning to walk again using a cane, and Valjean loosing his ability to walk using a cane. I never noticed this before!

There are SO many cool things about the staging I could talk about here. But I want to mention some other topics as well:

The "Spirit" of the Show:

There wasn't a single French flag to be seen. Some red ones, but no French flags.

In the trailer, the director said he wanted to create a more universal setting, speaking to everyone in the audience

I think that's a great sentiment but like. Everyone has French names. There were titles above the stage telling us the year and locations (Places in France) of the events. The title of the show is French.

So I think adding the flags (aka a bit more French nationalism?) would have seemed a lot more convincing for the cause of the students and the whole spirit of the show

But maybe this also has to do with the show being in German? I don't know and I'd really like to discuss it. Maybe someone here made a similar experience seeing it in another language

And last, but MOST importantly:

What about Valvert and Enjoltaire?

In the Confrontation, Javert and Valjean got really close to each other. And I mean fighting each other and then stopping just to sing directly into each other's faces.

Instead of running infront of the court in Who Am I, Valjean just goes to Javert and rips his shirt open? Okay, go off I guess

In Drink with Me, we have a platonic forehead touch between Enjolras and Grantaire. Sadly, that's all I noticed between them 😔

Also, the fact that Grantaire is supposed to be ugly/shabby/a drinker/a sceptic got totally lost, which really takes away from his character.

Conclusion:

All the actors were good, some of them were FANTASTIC. I'd watch it again just for the guy playing Javert, if I could. God, he was SO GOOD

The music was all it should be, maybe a bit too reserved (but again, this might be because I am so used to the 10th anniversary concert)

I really loved some costumes and I also really disliked some

The staging was great, some choices confused me (flags, barricades etc.)

Would I watch it again?

Absolutely!

To be clear, some of the things here might sound more negative than I actually mean. It's just that I have watched SO many different productions online, that I fixated on all the great performances and how I think they should be done. Of course everyone has different opinions here.

Okay thanks for reading if you made it here. Have a great day!

[cliozaur]

From the outset of this chapter, a stark contrast between the students and Les Amis is undeniable. Whereas Hugo meticulously crafted each member of Les Amis, imbuing them with unique personalities and motivations, the students are presented as generic, almost interchangeable figures. He describes them as "insignificant," their features simply reflections of average young men at twenty.

In contrast, the young grisettes, particularly Favourite with her intriguing background and eccentric parents, spark more interest. But it's Fantine's who truly captures our attention. An aura of profound sadness surrounds her, stemming from a lonely childhood devoid of parental guidance and even a proper name. The image of "running bare-legged in the street" paints a poignant picture of her vulnerability and lack of belonging. We wonder who cared for her before she was forced to work for farmers at the tender age of ten.

Hugo's emphasis on Fantine's only dowry being "gold on her head, and pearls in her mouth" seems particularly significant. It not only hints at her physical beauty but also highlights the tragic reality of her circumstances. These natural gifts, meant to be cherished, become her sole resources for survival in a harsh world.

Hugo also emphasizes that the bastard Tholomyès is rich even for his class. This makes him even more unlikeable (to say the least).

It's crucial to remember that most participants in these relationships, excepting perhaps Fantine, understand their transitory nature. The students sought amusement, while the grisettes, often trapped in monotonous lives, craved a taste of excitement and perhaps the hope of material comfort. The working girls' lives were so colorless and dull that they were happy to engage in this type of relationship, in which they could hope to get some fancy food and occasional gifts.

[expired-applejuice]

Incorrect quotes part 4

Javert: hold the fuck up!

Les Amis: *hugs Grantaire aka their fuck up*

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Valjean: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Valjean: *turns around and helps Cosette through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Cosette.

Cosette: Okay.

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Combeferre, trying to get Enjolras out of bed: Don't make me get the water bucket.

Enjolras: You wouldn't.

Courfeyrac: *walking past dripping wet* Yes, he would.

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Montparnasse: What if fairies were real?

Jehan: What?

Montparnasse: Faries. What if they were actually real?

Jehan: W-wait...faries aren't r-real?

Montparnasse: Of course they're not-

Jehan: "tearing up*

Montparnasse: HAHAHA TRICKED YOU FARIES ARE REAL JUST KIDDING! Please don't cry I love you

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Bossuet: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Grantaire, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Courfeyrac: ooh can I have some?

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Bossuet: COURFEYRAC DID YOU EAT THE COOKIES I MADE

Courfeyrac: there was cookies?!

Bossuet: yes. And you ate them

Courfeyrac: no I didn't

Bossuet: then where are they?

Joly, walking in: *mouth full* these are some good cookies

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Bahorel: I'm going to bed.

Feuilly: It's noon.

Bahorel: Time isn't real.

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Enjolras: Grantaire, you risked your life to save me!

Grantaire: And I'd do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. <3

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Javert: Alright. Time for a new team-building exercise. We're going to put everything we love into this box.

Montparnasse: Can I put Jehan in the box?

Javert: No.

Courfeyrac: Can I put Jehan in the box?

Javert. No.

Grantaire: Can I-

Javert: No one can put Jehan in the box!!

Enjolras: This is a terrible team-building exercise!

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Grantaire: So, you like cats?

Enjolras: Yeah, I do. They're cute.

Grantaire: *slowly pushes a glass of the counter*

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Enjolras: Combeferre, I told you to take out the trash.

Combeferre: Oh, right! Sorry!

Combeferre: Courfeyrac, will you go on a date with me?

Courfeyrac:

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Combeferre: Okay, I'm going to get the wedding cake.

Courfeyrac: Perfect, while you do that I'll check on the ring bear.

Combeferre: ...

Combeferre: You mean ring bearER, right?

Courfeyrac: ...

Combeferre: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Musichetta: Isn't it amazing what friends learn from one another?

Joly: I learn a lot from Grantaire because he makes so many mistakes.

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Grantaire: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?

Bahorel: How did you know I was up until 3am?

Feuilly: everyone could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS theme song every 25 minutes.

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Grantaire: Whoa, you're being a little-

Combeferre, who hasn't slept in 4 days because he was studying: Truculent? Obstreperous? Recalcitrant?

Grantaire: I was gonna say "cray-cray".

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Courfeyrac: You know you've made it when you see your picture up everywhere you go.

Enjolras: Courfeyrac... Those are our wanted posters.

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Grantaire: The Ocean is a soup.

Combeferre:

Combeferre: Do elaborate.

Grantaire: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Combeferre: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Grantaire: *Tilts head*

Combeferre: The Ocean is a Soup.

Grantaire: The Ocean is a Soup.

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Bossuet: Okay, it's obvious that you're not over this whole "Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of living, and of dying" thing, yet.

Grantaire: What makes you say that?

Joly: We found you in the park throwing rocks at children.

Grantaire: WHY SHOULD THEY BE HAPPY?!?

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Musichetta: How did you break your leg?

Eponine: Do you see those porch stairs?

Musichetta: Yes.

Eponine: I didn't.

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Grantaire: Hey Apollo? If my apartment burned down would you let me stay with you?

Enjolras: Yes of course I would!

Enjolras: Wait... Grantaire?

Enjolras: Grantaire come back!!!

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Bahorel: We both look very handsome tonight.

Feuilly: You know you could have just said looked good and I would have said "So do you?"

Bahorel: ... I couldn't take that chance.

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Courfeyrac: What's the word for when your hands are bisexual?

Combeferre: Do you mean ambidextrous?

Courfeyrac: I'm in love with you.

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Valjean: so I have this rock, it's very beautiful. Javert gave it to me.

Fantine: I watched him throw it at you

Valjean: he's very sweet.

[maddiesbookshelves]

Happy Pride Month everyone! As promised, here is our first queer manga rec of the month:

My Love Mix-Up!, by Hinekure Wataru & Aruko (illustrations)

Original title: Kieta Hatsukoi / 消えた初恋

Genres: Comedy, Romance, School Life, Slice of Life

Themes: Love, School, Love Triangle

Japanese volumes: 9 (Finished)

Aoki is in love with Hashimoto, his desk neighbor. But one day, when he borrows her ereaser, he discovers that her heart belongs to another: the handsome Ida, who sits right in front of him. He is so disappointed that he doesn't realize that the ereaser fell and that his alleged rival in love is picking it up... It's the start of an enormous misunderstanding that could very well turn into the most beautiful love story!

This... THIS is a love triangle just how we like them. Also, can we give the Dumbass Bisexual of the Year Award to Aoki, plz? He deserves it and that's a compliment. I love him whith my whole being, okay?

I absolutely adored this title, Hashimoto, who is kind of our only female character, isn't just a numbskull whose only purpose is helping further Aoki and Ida's love story, she's a true friend to Aoki, has her own love story and a pretty cool character evolution. I'm pretty sure that Ida is on the aroace spectrum given some of his dialogue, and even if it's not explicitly stated, it still feels good.

We're in a manga that really sticks to the codes of classic shōjo manga, the only difference is that the main love story is about two boys. There isn't a strong focus on homophobia either, we only have a few tense moments when they think about revealing their relationship, I thought it was really soft. Sometimes it feels good to read something where bigotry isn't one of the main themes

French version under the cut

Titre VF : Love Mix-Up

Genres : Comédie, Romance, School Life, Slice of Life

Thèmes : Amour, École, Triangle Amoureux

Volumes : VO - 9 (Terminé) / VF 4 (En cours)

Aoki est amoureux de Hashimoto, sa voisine de classe. Mais un jour, en lui empruntant sa gomme, il découvre avec horreur que l'élue de son cœur en aime un autre : le beau Ida, qui est assis juste devant lui. L'adolescent est tellement déçu qu'il ne réalise pas qu'il a fait tomber la gomme de sa camarade et que son supposé rival en amour est en train de la ramasser... C'est le début d'un énorme malentendu qui pourrait bien aboutir à la plus belle des histoires d'amour !

Ça... ÇA c'est le genre de triangle amoureux qu'on aime. Aussi, est-ce qu'on peut attribuer le titre de Dumbass Bisexual of the Year à Aoki svp ? Il le mérite amplement et c'est un compliment. Je l'aime d'amour, d'accord ?

J'ai vraiment adoré ce titre, Hashimoto qui est un peu notre seul personnage féminin, n'est pas juste une nunuche qui ne sert qu'à faire avancer l'intrigue amoureuse entre Aoki et Ida, elle est une véritable amie pour Aoki et a sa propre histoire d'amour et une évolution plutôt cool. Je soupçonne fortement Ida d'être sur le spectre aroace au vu de certains dialogues, et même si c'est pas dit de manière explicite, fait quand même du bien

On est vraiment dans un manga qui respecte les codes classiques du shōjo, la seule différence c'est que l'histoire d'amour principale est entre deux garçons. On a pas non plus un gros focus sur l'homophobie, juste quelques moments d'inquiétude à l'idée de révéler leur relation, j'ai trouvé ça très doux. Des fois ça fait du bien de lire des titres où l'intolérance n'est pas un des thèmes principaux

[reciprocityfic]

you

title: you fandom: little women pairing: theodore laurence x amy march rating: t summary: laurie is nervous on his wedding night.

you

They marry quickly - for practical purposes, of course. Aunt March can no longer travel, and it would be inappropriate for her to travel back to America with only him and his grandfather to accompany her. And her staying there in Europe until they manage to find a proper chaperone is out of the question; not only does she need to see her family, but the thought of being apart from each other for an indefinite amount of time, an ocean between them, is simply unbearable for the both of them.

He promises he'll give her a proper wedding when they get back to Concord, on their way to the chapel the morning they say their vows. She protests, saying that she doesn't need it, that he and her family is all she needs, but he persists, because she deserves more than rushed vows in an unfamiliar church in Le Havre. He whispers to her about all a wedding would entail - the beautiful dress she would wear, the elegant party they would hold with beautiful music and delightful food, the way he would dance with her - and her eyes slowly light up.

"That does sound lovely," she relents, and he smiles.

So they marry quickly, and afterwards go to where they're staying for the evening before heading to England the next day. His grandfather had found the nicest hotel in the city, and when they arrive, they are greeted with the finest champagne and a small cake baked especially for them from the kitchen. They sit in the parlor and eat it with his grandfather and Aunt March, who has become even more high-strung as her illness has progressed. She complains about everything - the china patterns, the temperature, the wallpaper in the room. He only half hears her, though, and leaves it to his grandfather to placate and entertain the woman.  His only focus is his bride. His wife.

His Amy.

When the four decide to part for the evening, he leads her to their suite with slow steps, his heart pounding in his chest. He's been with several women before, but this is different - it's Amy. And he doesn't think he's ever been more anxious in his life than he is now.

He barely manages to open the door; his hand shakes as he attempts to put the key into the lock. Eventually, he succeeds, and he opens the door, stepping back for her.

"After you, my lady."

She fights a smile, and looks up at him for a moment before curtsying slightly.

"Thank you, my lord."

He watches her as she walks into the room, taking one deep breath to try and calm his nerves before following her and closing the door behind them with a soft thud.

They don't speak; instead, he sits down on the bed and watches her as she moves around. His grandfather has arranged for their things to be dropped off here, and she looks through her luggage before pulling out a brush and a thin white nightgown. He gulps, his fingers twitching against the sheets.

She sits down at the vanity and begins to take the pins out of her hair. He gazes at her, and catches her eye in the mirror as she reaches down for her brush. She averts her gaze quickly. He frowns; maybe she doesn't want to do anything tonight other than sleep. She's still mourning Beth, of course, and although the day had been happy, it had also been exhausting. Not to mention the long journey they were to begin tomorrow.

It's her decision. He doesn't want to pressure her, and he doesn't want to think she would be disappointing him. He wants her desperately, yes, but he's also willing to wait for her. He'd wait for her forever if it pleased her.

Just as he's about to tell her his thoughts, she speaks.

"Would you help me with the buttons on my dress?"

He looks up, and their eyes meet in the mirror once more. This time, she doesn't look away.

His mouth goes dry, but he manages to answer her gently.

"Of course."

He gets up, takes four long steps towards her as she stands and presents her back to him. He's immediately reminded of that day in her studio, when he'd unbuttoned her smock. It had been the first time he'd realized that his feelings for Amy March ran much, much deeper (and much, much differently) than he thought they did.

He pushes aside her long blonde hair; he doesn't think he's seen Amy with her hair down since she was a child. He immediately wants to run his fingers through it, to see what it looks like splayed out on the bed as she lies below him. But right now, he has a mission to complete, and a dress to unbutton.

But again, his hands shake, and he fumbles with the first few buttons like a fool. She turns around and looks at him curiously, but then, her face softens.

"You're nervous?" she asks, and her voice is almost incredulous. He'd already mentioned the fact that he'd been with other women before. She'd flinched when he told her, and he hated it. He wished he could take back every moment he had ever spent with someone else. But then she'd sat up straight and taken his face in her hands.

"It doesn't matter," she’d told him. "The important thing is that it's only the two of us now, always."

"Forever," he'd told her earnestly.

So he understands her confusion; he should be an expert at undoing the back of a dress, and he is, typically. But yes, he's nervous.

"Why?" she asks.

"Because it's you," he answers simply.

It's Amy. The love of his life. And she deserves nothing but perfection, something she can remember for the rest of her life with fondness and love.

"Are you nervous?" he asks her.

She blushes and looks down, but shakes her head firmly.

"Why?" he asks, echoing her question.

She looks back up at him, the sweetest smile on her face. For a moment, he remembers her face the first time they ever met, her staring up at him from her seat on the floor, her eyes shining with the firelight.

I'm Amy.

Now, she reaches out and takes one of his shaking hands in hers, kisses his palm and then holds it to the side of her face.

"Because it's you."

She smiles softly, closing the space between them and standing up on the tips of her toes to kiss him. And when her lips touch his, his heartbeat finally begins to steady.

a/n: champagne problems is coming soon!

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi.

I have a request: an imagine or 2 with 2 of Aaron Tveit's characters (mike warren and enjolras).

Different and separate stories. I don't see enough fluff with mike x reader. And enjolras, a lot but nothing new with Aaron's.

Could you write something if eponine had joined les amis? And for mike, let's say his high school sweetheart came to graceland for a visit when she heard the news about mike working there.

Sorry for being long. But thank you.

A/N: Hi! This is the story with Mike Warren, I love Eponine and Enjolras SO much but I only write x reader stories :)

It's Been a While

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You were taking your dog on his daily walk along the beach when you saw someone run towards you. You couldn’t put your finger on it but there was something strangely familiar about him, something that only registered with you once he had run past.

‘Mike!’ you called out subconsciously, making the guy freeze before turning around a frown on your face. It was only then that you’d realised that you’d been right. Standing in front of you was Mike Warren, your High School sweetheart who you hadn’t seen since graduation, just before he left to go for the FBI Academy.

‘(Y/N)?’ he replied, squinting in the sun as he took a couple of steps towards you. The moment he realised it was you, his face broke out into a grin and he closed the remaining distance between you both, picking you up and spinning you around, the both of you laughing when he set you back down. ‘What’s it been? 5 years?’ he asked, the grin not leaving his face as he looked at you.

‘It’s been a while, hasn’t it,’ you replied, grinning back at him. ‘How long have you been in California?’

‘I moved out here about a month ago, I live in that place there,’ he said, pointing to a house sitting directly on the beach. ‘It’s called Graceland.’

‘What? Like Elvis’ house?’ you asked, laughing lightly as you took in the house.

‘Yeah, like Elvis’ house,’ he agreed, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. ‘Did you want to come and take a look around?’

‘I’d love to,’ you said before you felt a tug on the lead you were holding. ‘Is it okay if I bring him along?’

‘Sure!’ Mike exclaimed, kneeling down to pet the dog, ‘what’s his name?’

‘Miles.’

‘I love that name,’ he said before standing back up and facing you. ‘Are you ready?’

‘Lead the way.’

---

‘This place is amazing,’ you exclaimed, standing in front of the floor to ceiling window that looked out onto the beach. ‘I can’t believe you get to live here!’

‘Perks of being in the FBI,’ Mike joked, walking up to you and handing you a cup of coffee. ‘It’s really good to see you.’

‘Yeah, you too,’ you replied, looking over at him as you took the cup from his hands, wrapping your fingers around it. You looked over to see Miles curled up on the sofa. ‘He looks happy.’

‘He does. Could be a sign that you two should come round here more often.’

‘You’d want that?’

‘Of course I would!’ he said, setting both of your drinks on the side before turning to face you, taking your hands in his. ‘If you think about it, we never actually broke up, I never wanted to, we just, kind of, lost contact. So, if you’d let me, I’d really like to take you out on a date and see if there’s anything still here between us. Because I think there is.’

You looked at him for a few seconds before letting a soft smile grace your lips. Leaning forward you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

‘Yeah, I’d like that too.’

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 2, Wave 3, Poll 7

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Joly-Les Misérables

Qualifications:

Joly is a hypochondriac and uses a cane. He is in a poly relationship (this isn’t explicitly explicitly canon, but it’s fairly implied in a text from the 1800s)

if i remember correctly he's canonically a cane user (and while canes were often for fashion back then i'm fairly sure he needs his?) and also he's queer by virtue of a) all of les amis being queer and b) whatever's going on between him and bossuet and musichetta

Propaganda:

What’s cooler than an 1800s queer disabled character? Joly (aka Jolllly) is a hypochondriac and uses a cane, and is complimented well by his accident prone boyfriend. The two also have a relationship with them another woman. Despite his constant worrying, Joly is quite happy go lucky and fun, and he is a dedicated member of the revolution and very caring friend.

HE'S A YOUTHFUL MALADE IMAGINAIRE! the day before he's expecting to die (in the june rebellion) he is worried about a cold :( he is also a very happy guy and considering the book is called 'the sad guys' that is commendable

The qualifications and propaganda paragraphs correspond, @satancheeto is the first submitter, @mxcrowave is the second.

Suletta Mercury-Mobile Sit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Qualifications:

While this is something which only became a point in the last episode, in the finale of the show, following the big action parts, Suletta was shown to need mobility aids three years afterwards. Also in this timeskip, it is revealed that she has since gotten married to Miorine, who is another woman. Also I'm not autistic or trans but I have seen many people headcanoning her as both.

Canonically disabled by data storm infection, uses crutches on screen. Is married to her wife.

Canonically LGBTQ, as she is shown to love and later marry Miorine Rembran, a girl. Canonically disabled, as in the last episode, the Permet leads her to “lose control of her body” and even in the epilogue 3 years later, she is still using crutches and has not been able to get her body to the way it used to be before.

Suletta Mercury pushed herself to the limits of human survival at the end of the show, but survived. She's disabled and still uses crutches in the 3-year time skip. Her wife loves her and Suletta is still pursuing her dreams of creating a school.

Spoilers probably for the series. She is canonically engaged, later married to a woman, Miorine Rembran, and at the end of the series is shown to be physically disabled, with her both speaking on her physical therapy and her crutches being in several shots. Also she is written in a way that can be read as neurodivergent.

Partially paralyzed

Propaganda:

I love this character so much and I need everybody to as well. First of all, to get the biggest notes out of the way to establish why she qualifies (with major spoilers for episode 24), Suletta, after a three years timeskip, is shown to need crutches to get around a lot of the time. This fact is ultimately treated as an accomplishment on her part (/is never treated as a bad thing, just because I like clarifying this when it comes to any form of rep), since it took her some time to get to the point where she could move around at all. Also in this timeskip, the girl Suletta has been engaged to throughout most of the series, Miorine, has since become her wife, shown largely by the two of them having matching rings and Suletta's relatives being referred to as Miorine's in-laws. This makes Suletta the very first sapphic protagonist in Gundam. I've also seen headcanons or her such as her being autistic or transfem get popular. Getting to what makes me love her, Suletta, early on, is very easily intimidated in a lot of regards, largely because this is her first time actually being around anybody her age, but she's always been trying her best! She generally tries very hard to be positive and cares about those around her very much but can easily question her worth and is sometimes deterred. She is very willing to stand up and fight (usually in a literal way because she has won many mobile suit duels) when it most matters, a trait which remained consistent throughout the series, whether it's in regards to her role as a rescue piolet in the Cradle Planet short story, the drive which ultimately caused her to win the duel which initially got her engaged to Miorine in her first in-series appearance or the finale of the whole show. Suletta is somebody who has gone through a lot of hurt (especially in the series. Eps 17 and 18 put this girl through the wringer), and ultimately wasn't really raised to have too much autonomy. But despite everything, she keeps going. She's a very strong person who cares about those around her and I love her for it.

She is just the most joyful person ever who loves her wife.

Above, and: Vote for the newlyweds!

Everything above applies here. Suletta is shown to still not fully able to walk well without her crutches in the shot we get of her walking in the finale, her crutches are explicitly shown in several shots, and she openly talks about how her physical therapy is going to her, now wife, Miorine. On the topic of her and Miorine, they were engaged as of episode 1 with an iconic line from Miorine of "I guess Mercury is rather conservative. That sort of thing is commonplace here." in response to Suletta responding that she was a woman as a rebuttal about being Miorine's fiancée. Lots happens, and it's not uncommon to see either one of them yearning for each other, with a genuinely well written romance that leads to a happy ending with them explicitly married.

In the final battle of the series, Suletta highly exerts herself piloting a dangerous Gundam and significantly damages her body to save her family and fiancée. It's described that she was left mostly paralyzed from the neurological overload. Three years later, she still has significant scarring and needs to use crutches as a mobility aid, and talks about how her dexterity is "recovering." This means she was also disabled during her wedding with her wife, and they're shown with matching wedding bands as they discuss her health.

Anything Else?:

There's a whole lot more in terms of their relationship, and i've basically given a seriously lightened, budget sparksnotes version of it. Also, Suletta became disabled from a crazy battle for the finale, where she unleashed a giant rainbow data storm with a rainbow glowing Gundam. (Submitter 4)

The qualifications and propaganda paragraphs correspond, @insertbrowsinghere is the first submitter.