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This is great and I encourage everyone to do this, but please, DO NOT click on their ‘autism’ page, because they support Autism Speaks, an organization which many autistic people, myself included, don’t support as it does more harm than good for autistic people.

(If you want to learn more about Autism Speaks, read this: https://awnnetwork.org/is-autism-speaks-a-hate-group/

or this: https://autisticadvocacy.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/AutismSpeaksFlyer_color_2017.pdf )

daily reminder to click a button so you can give free food to a shelter!!

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You forgot:

“What can you do in the abyss but talk?”

“Tholomyès is so happy he sings a Spanish song”

And of course the Original Clickbait™:

“In which will be found the name of Enjolras’s mistress”

Les Mis chapter titles that make me wonder if the book was actually written centuries ago

“Many Interrigation Points with Regard to a Certain Le Cabuc Whose Name May Not Have Been Le Cabuc”

“In Which Will Be Found the Words to an English Air that Was in Fashion in 1832”

“Old People Are Made to Go Out Opportunely”

“It Is Not Necessary to Be Drunk in Order to Be Immortal”

“Marius’s Two Chairs Form a Vis-a-Vis”

“In Which a Police Agent Bestows Two Fistfuls on a Lawyer”

“One Should Always Begin by Arresting the Victims”

“The Little One Who Was Crying in Volume Two”

“THE CHAIN GANG”

“The Use Made of M. Leblanc’s Five-Franc Piece”

“He May Be of Use

“Number 9430 Reappears, and Cosette Wins It in the Lottery”

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This is beautiful. I’m crying.

this is a very Old drawing i did from when i saw the les mis tour. but i really liked how they staged empty chairs at empty tables- ending with each one blowing out their candles except marius.

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Tired: Enjolras sleeps in spine-wrecking positions because he’s a cat.

Wired: Enjolras sleeps in spine-wrecking positions because when he was shot out the window in 1832 that’s how he landed.

Anyway, happy Barricade Day.

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2012 Enjolras sleeps hanging down from a bunk bed

Mmkay, another thought: what if the main position we sleep in is the position we were in when we died? Like, each of the Amis on their backs or fronts, while Grantaire has his body on his back as his hand falls off the side of the bed every night?

(Thanks @thepiecesofcait for like sparking up that Enjolras post, it’s really got my wheels turning :o)

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So, I had to write a poem for school, and I’m kinda proud of how it turned out, so I decided to translate it into English as good as possible and post it here. (Spoiler alert: it’s gay)

I hope you like it!

Here’s the original:

Regenbogen

Auf der Straße sehe ich einen Mann mit einem Regenbogen

Und meine Mutter zieht mich weg und sagt,

Halte dich fern von diesen Leuten.

Im Fernsehen sehe ich zwei küssende Frauen

Und mein Vater schaltet weg und sagt,

Denkt denn niemand an die Kinder,

Diese Leute haben keinen Anstand.

Und mit Verachtung sehe ich auf den Regenbogen

 Meine Freunde zeigen auf ein Mädchen

Und fragen, ist sie nicht heiß?

Aber ich schweige

Und meine Gedanken wandern

Zu dem Sänger mit den schwarzen Locken.

Ich denke an die Worte meiner Eltern

Und voll Scham verstecke ich den Regenbogen

 Dann sehe ich dich,

Warme Augen, zerzauste Haare,

Und dein Lächeln lässt mein Herz schneller schlagen.

Du kommst auf mich zu

Und sagst, während ich erröte,

„Ich mag deine Stiefel.“

Auf deinem T-Shirt stehen deine Pronomen

Und mit Stolz trägst du den Regenbogen

 Wir laufen Seite an Seite, Hand in Hand

Zum ersten Mal ohne Angst.

Die Welt um uns ist ein Meer aus Farben,

Eine Straße voll Menschen wie uns.

Ich küsse den Glitzer von deiner Wange,

Lachend küsst du ihn von meinen Lippen.

Und stolz erheben wir unsere Flaggen,

Stolz tragen wir den Regenbogen.

And the translation:

Rainbow

 In the street I see a man wearing a rainbow

And my mother pulls me away and says

Stay away from those people.

On TV I see two women kissing

And my father changes the channel and says

Think about the children

Those people have no decency.

And with disgust I look at the rainbow

 My friends point at a girl and say

Isn’t she hot?

But I am silent.

My mind wanders

To the singer with the dark curls.

I think about my parents’ words

And full of shame I hide the rainbow

 Then I see you

Warm eyes, messy hair

And your smile makes my heart beat faster.

You come to me

And say, as I blush,

“I like your boots”

On your shirt I read your pronouns

And proudly you wear the rainbow

 We walk side by side, hand in hand

For the first time without fear.

The world around us is a sea of color

A street full of people like us.

I kiss the glitter from your cheek

Laughingly, you kiss it from my lips.

And proudly we raise our flags

Proudly we wear the rainbow

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Why is Marius so angry? Why does Combeferre look 100% dead inside? Why does Enjolras sound like a condescending teacher? The world will never know.

Friendly reminder that there IS a Les Mis movie in which the famous “To Be Free” happens.

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I’m in with a plastic skull, a cheap video editing tool and an at least 50 year old book about the French Revolution.

WHO LET ANDREW DAVIES BE IN CHARGE OF LES MIS BBC. i have $100, 17 stuffed animals, and a half empty can of ginger ale and i bet i could do better

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fuck the social construct of beauty.

The Brick: *anything about Les Amis*

The Fanbase: yes, having read this passage over 150 times in French, English, and Italian, I can deduce that… *rants for an hour*

The Brick: Grantaire was ugly

The Fanbase: I’m sorry, I don’t know what this says, I can’t read

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Imagine dark!Valjean:

“You are wrong, and always have been wrong”

*shoots Javert*

(to the audience) “I’m a man, no worse than any man”

(to Javert’s body, sarcastic) “You are free. There are no conditions, no bargains or petitions. There’s nothing that I blame you for. You’ve done your duty, nothing more.”

(mocking) ”If I come out of this alive, you’ll find me at number fifty-five Rue Plumet. I doubt our paths will cross again.”

there are a lot of cringy school editions of les miserables but nothing tops the one my friends school made where Javert doesn’t take his life, instead he’s shot to death by valjean 

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‘Cause he KILLED Marius there

It’s… It’s marked as sensitive how is this sensitive content ???

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So, if sex = death, am I, as an asexual, immortal?

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Grantaire, is that you?

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“Take my hand, I’ll lead you to salvation. Take my love, for love is everlasting”

Friendly reminder that is never explicitly stated that Grantaire offered his hand for Enjolras to take. Hugo only says that Enjolras pressed Grantaire’s hand and smiled, like, Grantaire was okay just standing next to him in his final moments and instead Enjolras smiled and took his hand in his own so don’t fucking come and tell me Grantaire’s love for Enjolras was completely one-sided because you are wrong. (◕‿◕✿)

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“#r doesn't even canonically do art”

“For instance, when I was a pupil with [the artist Antoine-Jean] Gros, instead of daubing pictures, I...”

- Les Mis, Signet Classics edition, page 660

Sounds like an artist to me

grantaire @ enjolras in every single modern au

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“There are people who observe the rules of honor as we observe the stars, from far away”

I was just listening to the Les Miserables cast recording as you do at midnight, and I noticed something that almost made me cry. Probably has been pointed out before (it’s not new knowledge or anything), but in Look Down (the Paris one with Gavroche and the Amis) the Amis are singing, and then the crowd sings the line “how long before the barricades arise”. Now it hurts even more to think about the fact that when the barricades do arise, these same people are not there. That’s it. I am tired, but I am stubbornly still listening to music and making myself emotional, and I decided to make a post about it. I’ll go back to crying about fictional characters now, thanks for listening, and have a nice day/night