#but nobody tells eponine this

[euphraisette]

Cosette is a regular customer at Musichetta's hair salon

YES!!! PRECISELY!!!!!

[grantaire-lover-69]

If you're not screaming and sobbing while singing it, are you really singing "On my own" and "I dreamed a dream"?

[maeslastbraincell]

Translations from the Châtelet version of Les Mis I just love :

Instead of "Follow me!" Gavroche says "Everything's fine!" sarcastically during Look Down/Paris ("Tout va bien" in french)

Marius calls Eponine "Little neighbor"

Instead of saying "I like the way you grow your hair" Eponine says "I like the way your hair curls against your neck"

When Marius asks Eponine who Cosette was she says "Javert wants to know as well but nobody will tell him"

Eponine also calls Cosette a "pretentious noblewoman"😭

In Red and Black, instead of calling Cosette a ghost, Marius compares her to an angel.

Marius compares love to a revolution and Enjolras does NOT like it, but Grantaire stops him before he gets mad by throwing his own "RED" (does that make sense. Yeah.)

Also in red and black, the translation is "Red, the flame of our rage, black, the night of ignorance, red, a world about to be born, black, the death of hope"

I cannot even choose a verse to translate from "À la volonté du peuple" (Do you hear the people sing) because all of it is just so good, tell me if you guys would want a random full translationn although i'm sure there would be one on google I guess-

[the-lark-not-the-dove]

Eponine counts as a Barricade Boy and nobody is telling me otherwise. Her and Gavroche are also honorary Amis and nobody can tell me otherwise.

[transrevolutions]

les amis & co. as penelope scott songs:

enjolras- born2run- here's a little fact I cry all the time / about the state and healthcare and the grand design / sometimes it's sad sometimes it's bittersweet / but it's how you'll know I'm me

combeferre- shitty song to listen to after a shooting- I don't have to read anything you ever read or wrote / you're not special just for torturing the poor / you unoriginal spineless monster it's been done before

courfeyrac- 7 o'clock- so it hits me real hard round 7 o'clock / drink a coffee and floor it and get ready to rock / but there's nobody here and nobody downtown / if nobody hears you are you really around

jehan- drizzle the categorical imperative- trees lose their leaves when they flower I grieve / and everything always feels wrong / the state kills the innocent / god picks on job

feuilly- montreal- and I don't wanna die / but I'll jump before I'll fall / and did you really think so I mean / no one fucking thought I'd make it to montreal

bahorel- lukewarm- throw a punch watch it sail through the air / keep talking but there's nobody there / can't remember anything that you say / slit your throat and die and wake up the next day

joly- american healthcare- I fucking helped people / I thought that I could save the sick / but if it's all the same to you there's one more thing I gotta do / with god as my witness you corporate fucking prick / I did not become a doctor for this

bossuet- lavender- trying my best / giving my all / but it turns out that's not very much at all / what am I gonna do / when you leave me too / what am I gonna say / when you walk away

musichetta- soap- there's salt inside my veins / sugar on my tongue / freckles on my cheeks from goddamn fucking west coast sun / I feel so beaten up and bruised / I don't know what I'm gonna do / I can't keep anything at all from slipping through my raccoon claws

grantaire- moonsickness- fuck I'm not a marxist / I'm not a fucking democrat / but because of all this bullshit I'm not anything at all / all I wanted was a framework / none of them can live here / there's nothing to believe in and there won't be til we fall

marius- hammerhead- all I really know is that I'm never coming home / and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you so / I'm gonna go and get an internship / and then I'll get a job / and then I'll pack all my shit up and fucking go

cosette- honeysuckle- there will be many kinds of trees / there will be plenty of bees / all the movies will be free to watch / we'll sit in the garden with our bunnies drinking honeysuckle lavender butterscotch

eponine- rat- I loved you I loved you I loved you it's true / I wanted to be you and do what you do / I lived here I loved here I bought it it's true / I feel so stupid and so used

gavroche- this night will not suck- I miss my home / take bullshit to the face and just let it go / the system is fucked I'm alive by sheer luck / but with god as my witness this night will not suck

montparnasse- cigarette ahegao- trash on the walls trash on the floor / liquid eyeliner stuck to the door / screwing everything up and doing everything wrong / in my defense I wasn't supposed to be around this long

[sisterwolfsbane]

MINORS GO AWAY, THIS IS A KINK BLOG

I'm awake, reminiscing on when I realized that I had caught feelings, then shortly after fell in love with my boyfriend. I know he's gonna see this and come up in our Discord server or even this ask box like 'WHAT?' 🤣 I'm sorry, love, bear with me lol.

So, I think it was November or December of 2023, when I first felt something stir. I quickly dismissed it for a few reasons:

One, I was stoned off my ass, and two, it had only been a month or two, since I broke up with my ex of nearly half a decade. It was too soon.

"Huh... Am I feeling attracted to him? ....No, Wolfsbane, you're stoned, go listen to Uncle Acid and The Deadbeats."

Except the feelings didn't fade the next day I was sober. They were still there, even after I took a tolerance break for a good while. And then when I realized I had in fact fallen for him, there would be periods where I'd feel this deep sadness. A longing.

Now, I hear you going, "Sister, why didn't you tell him??"

Because at that time, he still saw me as the sibling friend. (We're not related, at one point in our friendship we referred to each other as siblings)

And I didn't want him to think I was weird or some shit, I didn't want to cross that boundary from friendship to romance. I didn't want to be so quick to confess my feelings. So, I did what I normally do with scary emotions- that I'm now working with my therapist on- bottled it up.

I never said anything for a long time. I thought keeping it inside was the best course of action until, maybe, just maybe, he'd feel the same way, one day.

This didn't exactly work because so many times, the emotion 'leaked out' so to speak. By that I mean, I caught myself staring at any selfies or pics he sent for longer, complimenting what I found the most pretty in said selfie.

And then I did a very millennial thing lol. I know people my age did this on MySpace- and still do it on some platforms.

I started posting bits and pieces of song lyrics to express the now storm of emotions on my old side Tumblr lol. Mainly Sleep Token. (Yes, sweetface, that's what that was >///<)

I started listening to bands like Death Cab For Cutie, and my dramatic, musical theatre ass listened to 'On My Own,' God knows how many times, feeling like Eponine, even though he wasn't in love with someone else sdgffgdfgfg I was an absolute disaster and nobody knew it lol.

Cut to April this year. Around January or February we decided on being platonic partners because we were so close. I still hadn't said anything yet but oh man, it was building.

Around April, we were having another one of our deep talks like we do every so often. It was mainly how we couldn't believe we'd been friends for three years now, and how much the both of us have changed.

At one point, he said he saw myself as more to him than just a platonic or even romantic partner. That his love for me went deeper than that. He saw me as more than just a soulmate too.

(Note at the time, we came into the belief that we were each other's soulmate, due to the circumstances of our friendship. It is not my place to talk about his personal stuff but we believe there was a reason we met for sure.)

I told him, I did too. And that I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life without him.

And now we're here. Planning a marriage for when we meet, move in together, and spend more time with each other. We're not going to rush! I don't think I've ever been this happy and nor have I ever felt this way about another person. Not even my ex.

I love him to the moon, back and beyond the farthest reaches.

[annachum]

A time of Making Peace ( Cosette/Ghost Eponine Making peace )

Okay so on the night before Marius and Cosette's wedding

Eponine's ghost came to visit Cosette in her chamber

Cosette was happily preparing for going to bed for the big day tomorrow, when Eponine's ghost appeared before her

Cosette : * jumps in startlement *

Eponine : Don't be afraid! * pauses * I only come in peace.

Cosette : * heaves a sigh of relief and smooths her white night gown * Oh, bonsoir, Eponine

Eponine : I only come in peace. And glad tidings. Congratulations on you and Marius getting married. I really mean it.

Cosette looked at Eponine's face, which bore no fear or resentment. But one of peace and genuine congratulations

Eponine : And......* voice cracks * Thank you so much, for me and Gavroche to be able to get to Heaven, away from those MONSTERS.

Cosette : * smiles * So I presume....

Eponine : Yes. Damned to eternal hell. Your mother confirmed that to me

Cosette : My mother.....?

Eponine : She's like you, but with blonde hair. She's just.....she is an angel. * took a deep breath * Another thing is.....I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for all the times Zelma and I bullied you, so sorry for how I may get between you and Marius' happiness. Those monsters driven me and my siblings to the point of no return and you helped SAVED US. YOU are the reason why 3 of my siblings are able to have better lives, and I'm so sorry - can you ever -

Cosette : * softly * I already have

Eponine :.....What?

Cosette : Eponine dear, I understand that you have acknowledged our sad history together as little girls. However, I came to understand that you and your siblings are more misguided than anything else. It was those monsters who are evil, and I already knew they will be damned to Hell for some time. So I'm glad that justice is served onto those wicked souls. Why else would I help you and your siblings escape from those abusers? I do not care for our sorry history together - no one deserves such level of cruelty. Nobody does

Eponine : * labored breaths * So it is true! You also helped us! Some of your rebel friends also told us before! But....why I never heard anything from you about it before?

Cosette : I simply done such deeds out of good will. I do not ask for any repayment for such actions. Even with our sad histories, I cannot bear to see one another having suffered a similar cruelty as I did.

Eponine :......* shaking in gratitude * Merci infinitement, Cosette.

Cosette : And......I'm so sorry too. If I had known how cruel those abusers gave become to you and your siblings, I would have - I would have done something earlier! Those horrible 8 years - oh how come I never thought of that before? When I saw you again for the first time in 8 years, I knew what were you going through -

Eponine : I don't blame you about it. We were children then, and didn't know any better. But now we know. We are not little girls anymore. You and Marius shall be Wed tomorrow....

Cosette : And you and Gavroche found peace in Heaven, which I am very glad. * beams *

Eponine : * smiles * May you and Marius shall have the most blessed of days together

Cosette : * beams * And may you and Gavroche shall find prosperity in Heaven, and do send my regards to my mother. Tell her that I shall be Wed to the man of my dreams tomorrow.

Eponine : * nods in surety * You have my word

Cosette and ghost Eponine embrace

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Tell me a story about Admiral Craymen meeting Squall Leonhart.

"Heya there, Eponin! What a crazy world it is!"

The room falls silent. Then, "Oh, it's just you."

Aimee kicks the back of her seat and scoots a few inches closer to the Admiral. His arm stays resolutely at his side.

"What's your name, kid?"

Aimee's hand instinctively reaches up to scratch at her jaw again. "Aimee Powell."

"We're a lot alike, it turns out. What were you, in the old days?"

"Fuck off."

The Admiral pauses for a moment. "You're a girl. What are you doing here?"

"Our parents are dead. I'm, uh, looking for a job."

"A job. You think you can get one here. In this ruined pile of what was once a palace?"

"Look, you're the boss. Find me one."

It's amazing, Aimee thinks, how perceptive he manages to be despite being a smelly old drunk. Guess it's what you'd have to be, to live this long.

"I used to be a mercenary. Like . . . it's okay, it was a long time ago. But I had a ship. And we had a lot of work. We were everywhere. Everyone needed us, back then. We fought for rich people who were too chicken shit to fight on their own. We fought for governments that couldn't win their own wars. You name it, we were there. It was a wild life."

"Yeah, well, good luck getting a job in that business."

"Fuck, you're right. Dammit. It was a good life, though. Adventure, excitement, gratitude from people who needed help . . . it was a good life."

"I bet you were pretty damn smart in your day."

The Admiral laughs. "You bet I was. I did pretty good in my day."

"And you ended up in this . . . dump. You think you were so good in your day? Why did you end up in a dump?"

"I kept . . . losing. I kept losing. I lost people I loved. Some of them were my fault, some weren't. I lost friends. I lost my ship. I lost. The hell of it was, I didn't know I was losing. Nobody told me. One day, I woke up, and I was no longer in the top rank. I got dumped in a crappy little patrol ship and sent to some unpronounceable shithole in the middle of space, and that was the end of it. I should have retired. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop. So I kept going, and losing. And I ended up here."

Aimee doesn't say anything.

"I used to be in your position," the Admiral says. "Back in the day. Young, dumb, reckless, thinking you could get away with it. So why do you deserve to get away with it? Why do you deserve a job?"

Aimee doesn't have an answer. She shrugs.

"I don't know. You tell me. You're the one who seems to think so."

The Admiral shakes his head. "I still think I'd never make a good soldier. Maybe you're the real deal."

"My name is Aimee Powell. Now will you give me a job, or not?"

They look at each other, and something passes between them. "Maybe," the Admiral says.

What the hell, Aimee thinks, you've got to take what you can get in this damn world. She asks, "What is it?"

"I need someone to do one thing for me. Find something. And then return it to me. There's an object in a certain place on this station. Go to that place and find that object. Take it and bring it back to me."

"Okay. Who owns it? Why don't you go get it, yourself?"

"This station is huge. The space is segmented into different little zones, and the zones are owned by different people. You need a pass to get between the zones. Some of the zones don't even have a pass entrance. And I don't have a pass."

"So you're gonna pay me to go get your shit for you?"

"I am a military man. I know that's what I should do. But I am weak, and I cannot do it. Do you have what it takes?"

"I . . . have what it takes to get your damn thing. I'm not sure I have what it takes to get back afterward."

The Admiral smiles. "The universe is a fair, if harsh, judge."

"How're you gonna pay me?"

"I have a stash of money and jewels back in my quarters. You can take them now, if you like."

Aimee laughs. "There's no way you can still have jewels in this shit."

"There are jewels in this shit. Diamonds, even. They don't make 'em like they used to. Come with me, Aimee Powell."

Aimee does not move.

"Go on. Don't want to admit you don't have what it takes?"

She's not going to admit that. She's going to pick up this job and get the hell out, and see if she can make it on her own.

"You ready, kid?"

"When I'm ready. Not before."

The Admiral stands up and straightens. "Then I shall return shortly, and be ready to begin our adventure."

[stupidphototricks]

I wrote this stupid thing about 10 years ago after seeing a professional performance of Les Miserables, which is an amazing show and I enjoyed it a lot. But I thought there were some, let's say inconsistencies, in the plot, which I found funnier the more I thought about them, so this is what happened.

(Spoiler warning for Les Miserables, if you aren't familiar with it)

Les Miz (The ultra-condensed version)

Prisoners: fml Javert: 24601, you’re on parole. Valjean: I am not a number, I’m a free man! Javert: Good luck with that. Nobody's going to hire a thief. Valjean: I stole. A loaf. Of bread. It's been 19 years, I think I’ve paid for it. Javert: You'll always be a thief to me.

Valjean: [tries to get a job but can’t] Bishop: As a man of God, I’ll help you. Valjean: Everyone treats me like a thief, I might as well act like one. [steals the Bishop’s stuff and sneaks off] Policeman: Hey, what are you doing with the Bishop’s stuff? Valjean: Uh, he gave it to me? Bishop: I’ll cover for you this time but you’d better be good from now on. Valjean: I’ll sell this stuff and use the money to change my name and start a new life. Bishop: You can repay me when you get rich! Valjean: Uh yeah sure, I’ll totally do that.

A few years later…

Workers: fml Foreman: Fantine, you got a letter. Worker: [grabs letter, reads] Hey, Fantine has a kid! Worker: Obviously it follows that she’s a slut. Fantine: Wait, how does that make me a slut? Workers: Slut! Valjean: [now the mayor] What’s all this then? Worker: Fantine the slut won’t give it up for the foreman, so now he’s cranky. Valjean: [to the foreman] That sounds like a you problem. Foreman: Fantine, you’re fired.

Fantine: I thought my life was bad before, but this really sucks. Prostitutes: Tell me about it. Fantine: [sells her jewelry, her hair, and her body] Fantine: [develops tuberculosis or pneumonia or something] Valjean: What’s all this then? Fantine: Oh, it’s you. Valjean: Do I know you? Fantine: Yeah, you were at the factory when I got fired for no good reason, so I blame you. Valjean: Oh, now I feel bad. Let me get you some medical care, but since it’s like the 18th century it probably won’t help. [goes out to find a doctor]

Javert: You remind me of a former prisoner of mine who broke parole. I’ve been looking for him everywhere. Valjean: Oh, well that’s um… Javert: But now I’ve found him! Valjean: [looks nervous] Javert: He’s in custody awaiting trial right now! Valjean: Wait, what? Javert: He denies it, but I’ll be able to prove who he is by the prison number I know must be tattooed on his chest but somehow haven't checked yet. Valjean: You don’t say. Valjean: [aside] I’m really conflicted, but I can’t let an innocent man go to prison in my place. Even though Javert can't prove anything since obviously this guy doesn't have the tattoo, I'd better reveal myself. Valjean: [rips open his shirt] I’m Batman! I mean, I'm Jean Valjean! Fantine: I have a high fever and I’m hallucinating, so it seems like a good idea to give my daughter to that man who got me fired. Valjean: Fantine, I promise I’ll take care of your daughter even though I barely know you and I’m about to be arrested again. Fantine: [dies] Audience: [cries] Javert: I’ve got you now, 24601. Valjean: Okay look, this dead woman just gave me her kid, so I have to get that sorted out. Give me three days and then I swear I’ll go with you. Javert: Valjean: Really, I promise. Javert: Do you think I’m an idiot? Valjean: Kinda? [they scuffle, Valjean gets away] Javert: Now it’s personal.

Cosette: I’m a big-eyed maltreated waif dressed in rags, but I dream of a better life. Mme Thenardier: Cinderella, I mean Cosette, when you’re done sweeping the floor, go fetch some water. I don't care how dark it is or how heavy the pails are. Eponine: Mama, look how beautiful I am in in the dress that you bought with the money Fantine sent for Cosette. Thenardier: I’m a jovial, unscrupulous innkeeper who has an undeservedly high opinion of himself! Mme Thenardier: [eyeroll] Valjean: I found this poor child lugging heavy water pails in the dark. Her mother died, and you are clearly horrible people, so I’m going to take her with me. Thenardiers: We're not going to let her go without taking you for all you've got. Valjean: Fine, if it will shut you up. Let’s get out of here, Cosette. Cosette: I love you with all my heart even though I just met you.

Many years later…

Gavroche: I’m a cheeky street urchin who may or may not be Eponine’s brother, and I’m destined to be killed at a tragically young age. Eponine: I’m grown up now and I love a student named Marius, but he doesn’t like me that way. Possibly because I don't have nice clothes anymore. Students: We’re idealistic and passionate, and the only thing keeping us from making some grand, misguided, and ultimately futile gesture of protest on behalf of the working class is the knowledge that there is one person in power who is on our side. But if he dies, all bets are off. Valjean: This town looks familiar. Cosette: That boy’s kinda cute. Marius: Who is that beautiful, well-dressed woman? I love her instantly. Eponine: You absolute hypocrite. You talk about how everybody should be equal, and then you fall in love with the first rich lady you see. Marius: Eponine, do me a favor and see if you can find out where she lives. I must speak to her. Eponine: fml [goes off to ask around]

Eponine: I thought she looked familiar, it’s freaking Cosette. Of course Marius falls for her. Thenardier: I thought he looked familiar, it’s that guy who took Cosette. I bet we could get some more money from him. Valjean: I think that man recognized me, we need to leave before he blows my cover. I don’t even know why we came back here. Student: Hey, that powerful friend of the people died! We have to start planning our revolution! Marius: But I just fell in love! Students: Get over yourself, this is actually important. Students: [build a barricade for some reason] Marius: Eponine, did you find that girl? Can you take me to see her? Eponine: Ugh, I guess. [they walk] Here’s her house. Marius: [throws pebbles at the window] Cosette: omg it’s the cute boy! Marius: You’re so beautiful and rich! I love you! Cosette: I love you with all my heart even though I just met you! Eponine: Gag. Thenardier: Okay gang, this is that rich guy’s place. Let’s grab some loot. Eponine: Dad, what are you doing here? Thenardier: Eponine? Get out of here! Eponine: Dad, you're a horrible person. I’m going to scream and warn them. Thenardier: You wouldn’t dare. Eponine: I still love Marius, so. [screams] Thenardier: Don’t bother coming home, you brat. [leaves with gang] Marius: Thanks Eponine, you’re the best. [punches her arm] Eponine: fml

Javert: I’m going to infiltrate the students’ rebellion and spread some disinformation. Javert: Hey peeps, what’s the haps? I got some connex I can hit up to suss out what’s going down. Word. Students: Um, okay. Marius: I’m in love with Cosette! And she loves me! But she says she and her father are leaving soon! Students: Sucks to be you. You either have to stand with us or… not, I guess. Red and black! Do you hear the people sing? Marius: Wow, that was a really convincing argument, I'll stay. Marius: Eponine, will you take a note to Cosette for me? Try not to get shot or anything. Eponine: fml [goes back to Cosette's house] Eponine: Hey, I have a note for your daughter. Valjean: I’ll take that. Eponine: I was supposed to give it directly to her, but whatever, I hate her. Valjean: [reads note] Uh oh, Cosette has a boyfriend. I’d better go check this Marius guy out.

Javert: Dudes, I’m back with some intel. The law enforcement officials... er, pigs, are going to lay low tonight. So you all can just chill for now. Gavroche: You know we know you’re Javert, right? You’re like the worst spy ever. Students: [tie up Javert] Eponine: [gets shot and stumbles back to the barricade] Marius: Eponine! Did you give Cosette my note? Eponine: [bleeds] Marius: [aside] Well, I’d be lying if I said this didn’t solve a problem. Marius: Eponine, since I’m a decent guy and you don’t have long to live anyway, I’ll hold you and tell you that I love you. Eponine: And I’ll imagine that you mean it since it’s the last bit of happiness I’ll ever have. Eponine: [dies] Audience: [weeps]

Valjean: Hi, I was wondering if I can join your revolution or whatever? Students: Sure, we’re not at all suspicious of another older guy that we’ve never seen before. In fact, why don’t you go shoot this traitor we found? Valjean and Javert: What an interesting turn of events. Javert: [closes eyes] Fine, get it over with. Valjean: Oh no, you don’t get to be the bigger man here. I’m letting you go. [unties Javert] Go on, you can escape through the sewers. Valjean: That should prove my moral worth once and for all. God, some people.

Valjean: Hey, which one of you is Marius? Marius: Sup. Valjean: Good to meet you. Valjean: Lord, I don’t ask for much, but hear me now. Just from that brief exchange, I can tell that Marius is the son I always wished I had, and he should marry Cosette. Kill everybody else if you have to, but let Marius live. Amen. God: If that’s what you want.

Students: [fight] Student: We’re getting pretty low on ammunition. Gavroche: I bet I can steal some from the other side! Students: Gavroche, no! Gavroche: Already doing it! I got it! I’m coming back! I’m… shot… Gavroche: [dies] Students: Oh man. Audience: Yeah, we saw that coming. Student: You kiled Kenny, I mean Gavroche! You bastards! [gets shot, dies] Student: [climbs to top of barricade, gets shot, falls off, dies] Student: [accidentally shoots self, dies] Marius: [gets shot, falls down] Students: [all dead] Prostitutes: What a senseless waste of human life. Valjean: [struggles to feet, limps to Marius, listens to his heartbeat, puts him over his shoulder and limps off to hide in the sewer]

Thenardier: [is stealing stuff from corpses, which are in the sewer for some reason although all the fighting was above ground] Valjean: [stumbles and puts Marius down, then collapses] Thenardier: [goes over to Marius] Nice ring, dead guy. [pockets the ring and starts to go through Valjean's clothes] Valjean: [sits up] Thenardier and Valjean: Aaaah! Thenardier: Sorry, I thought you were dead. Wanna loot with me? Valjean: You're a horrible person. [picks up Marius again and trudges off] Thenardier: Whatever. Javert: [aims gun] 24601. Valjean: Javert, what the hell. Javert: You know I still have to arrest you. Valjean: Honestly I don’t care, but first I have to get this man to a doctor or he’ll die. Javert: It’s always something with you, isn’t it? [mimics] I have to care for a child. I have to save a man’s life. Why can’t you just be a normal criminal? Valjean: Javert: [points the gun at him, then lowers it as Valjean limps off with Marius] Javert: If he’s actually a good person, then I don’t know who I am anymore. [climbs bridge, jumps off and dies] Audience: Finally.

A few weeks later…

Cosette: Marius, you’re almost well! Marius: I still wish I knew who rescued me. Also, I have a wicked case of survivor’s guilt. Cosette: Never mind, soon we’ll be married and live happily ever after. Valjean: Marius, I have to leave because I’m not who Cosette thinks I am. She can never know. Marius: Okay, if you say so. Valjean: Really, don’t try to find me. It’s best if I just disappear. Marius: All right. Valjean: No, no, my mind’s made up. It’s better this way. Marius: Valjean: I’ll just go. Cosette: What happened to Papa?

A few weeks later…

Cosette: Marius, this is such a wonderful wedding. It’s too bad Papa couldn’t be here. Thenardiers: What a great party! [stuffing their pockets with canapes] We don’t even remember that one or possibly two of our children died like a month ago. Thenardier: Sorry to crash your wedding, but I have some information for you. Marius: Tell me. Thenardier: [rubs fingers together] Marius: You're a horrible person. [gives him some money] Thenardier: Okay see, after the revolution I was in the sewer for a completely innocent reason, and I saw your father-in-law stealing stuff from the bodies. Thenardier: Here’s my proof, a ring from a body that he was dragging around. Marius: I don’t know what that would prove, since you’re the one who has it. Marius: But this is my ring! And therefore Valjean must be the one who brought me home that night. That is a logical conclusion that makes total sense. Marius: Cosette, we must find your father immediately! He was the one who rescued me! This convinces me that he should be part of our lives, regardless of his secrets. The fact that he raised you and cared for you wasn’t enough of a reason, but this is! Cosette: Wait, what?

Valjean: Cosette! Marius! You found me. I guess I wasn’t trying very hard to hide. I’m not even pretending to be mad that you’re here. Cosette: Papa! Now will you please finally tell me everything I always wanted to know? Valjean: Sure, why not. I was a prisoner, but I escaped, and you had a mother who loved you very much, but she died. Hey, there she is now! [waves at Fantine] Cosette and Marius: Valjean: Oh crap. Valjean: [is surrounded by Fantine, Eponine, all of the Students, the Bishop, maybe even Javert, who knows] Everyone: Do you hear the people sing? Audience: [sobs] Cosette: [weeps] Marius: [comforts her] Valjean: [dies]

Fin

[theonewithallthefixations]

Javert! He is my guy! I love Javert! I'm reading the book and the main reason is because he can't just say "I was born with scum like you/l lived in the gutter too" and then just never address it again. But now that we're here:

Hunter=Gavroche because of the desire to be a rebel and break the rules and flip off Javert/Kaius and also he's the most likely to die from being stupid. 

Jericho=The Bishop of Digne (pronounced deenyu) because he tries to change things without being violent (coding), he gives a lot and is willing to die for people and I feel like he is super witty and also nobody can tell him “no” (this is based off the book— we don't get much characterization in the musical). 

Joy=Marius. The most prepared to build the barricade and to fight. The only one who is actually goodat using guns and also the best at socializing besides Jericho. Also I feel like she would obsess over finding someone— not because she fell in love but because she just cares about their wellbeing.

Benji= Eponine. I feel like he is a hopeless romantic and also he would sing a song dramatically in the rain while he is dying. 

Sahota= THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, DRUM ROLL PLEASE! 🥁 🥁 Jean Valjean. Obvious reasons. Slowly broken down from years upon years of captivity, he is now hard and emotionless and a sad wet cat. And then he meets someone who actually cares (the crew) and is softened into a squishy little man who still gets stuff done but now cares about other people. 

[midasinc]

eponine and bahorel headcanons:)

beloveds, ofc

eponine:

-canon era eponine has really bad tinnitus from gun-fight incident in the inn when she's an early pre-teen, before they move around. when it flares up really badly she gets these awful migraines and vertigo, so she keeps a lot of these little hiding places around where she can go to curl up on the bad days. this also goes hand in hand with my autistic eponine hc, because she has to find hiding places for meltdowns and bad moments too

-so in both canon and modern era, both eponine and cosette are autistic. under the thenardier's care, cosette is consistently reprimanded for portraying any autistic traits and they kind of try to beat it out of her. eponine learns to mask really early but isn't even aware of it. as far as she's concerned, cosette = bad. so the things she does are too. eponine makes fun of and contributes to that sort of abuse while masking so fucking hard subconsciously because she doesn't ever want to be like cosette

-in modern era, eponine gets really irked later in life when she meets cosette again and cosette is really outward about being autistic. it really bothers her and she almost dislikes her more until she snaps one day at cosette for stimming with her hands. cosette just sort of frowns and asks why it bothers her and eponine isn't really sure why. she thinks for a moment and says that if she were to do it, everybody would stare and think she's weird but if cosette does it, 'nobody cares'. cosette pauses and asks if she wants to try it, since it's just the two of them and nobody else is around to look and judge her. eponine begrudgingly tries it and... yeah. it's nice. just doing a little stim with cosette makes her feel safe. cosette is a major factor in helping eponine come to terms with her autism and being able to get a diagnosis, which feels really fucking relieving like a heavy weight that she didn't even notice was there finally got lifted

-anyway what im getting at is autistic eponine and cosette solidarity

-modern era eponine also wants to be really femme. she steals those teen girl magazines and she's really embarrassed of them but she keeps them in a box under her bed so she can read them at night and imagine herself in pretty skirts and makeup and whatever. it's something that she's weirdly ashamed of but cant explain why

-can era eponine is similar. when she can she likes to draw the pretty dresses that she sees ladies out and about wear. they aren't great drawings, but eponine likes making them a lot. it makes her imagine being a woman that she doesn't think she'll ever be

bahorel:

-this is a hc i use a lot but i still wanna talk about it, so he has tourette's in both canon and modern era. his ticks are more subtle now that he's almost 30, but he still has smaller physical ticks that affect him

-modern bahorel is a big dvd collector. he has a whole bookshelf in his apartment that's filled with dvds and he refuses to listen to people who tell him that it's a dying industry. he's anti-streaming platforms and only watches his movies on discs. it's a principle he believes in

-he'd also be a really big fan of the clash. train in vain (stand by me) is one of his favorite songs ever and he likes to put the whole london calling album on whenever he's working on something

-canon era bahorel wears a locket. his mistress gave it to him and he's awfully proud of it, so it's always around his neck. i think bahorel is endearingly loyal for her

-he's also really pressured by his parents to be a lawyer. he comes from a rural agriculture background and his parents are expecting him to become successful and rich so he can help support them and his older sisters back home. it's a lot of pressure and bahorel is just not interested in scholarly shit at all so he keeps procrastinating in graduating while also being too pressured to drop out. he jokes about it and makes other people laugh, but he opens up to his mistress about it behind closed doors. it's nice for him to be able to actually voice the pressure he feels from his family and be met without judgement. by the time the barricade arrives, he has his mistress promise that her brother will marry one of his sisters so somebody else might be able to help support the family

[javerts-truncheon]

I Watched a Les Mis Parody at my Local Theatre and Now I Can't Stop Guffawing 🎭

Highlights

Javert and Valjean have a telepathic connection

Victor Hugo, Claude-Michel Schönberg and Cameron Macintosh (in a kilt) all make an appearance

Terrible french accents

Valjean rescues Fantine from the cart

Javert thinking that nobody will be able to recognize him in his 'generic blue face-mask'

Little Cosette = grown ass woman

Les Amis threatens to burn Javert at the stake

Jean Valjean dies by firing squad (A.K.A a nerf gun to the chest)

Lots of LDS jokes

Flamboyantly gay Javert referencing 'don't ask don't tell' at the barricades

Valjean knocks Gavroche out with chloroform

Javert yelling "I'll get you my pretty, and your little Cosette too!" before leaping into the sewer

Valjean sings the Forbidden Broadway parody "Bring it Down"

The Phantom of the Opera makes a brief appearance

Valjean ultimately pushes Javert to his death

Fancy hat contest between Cosette, Eponine and Fantine's ghost (with garden gnomes)

Bishop Myriel: "You can kiss a nun, just don't get in the habit!"

Javert waving his cheeks in your general direction

Overall, probably worth the $30 ticket

[everyonewasabird]

Brickclub 4.14.7 “Gavroche a profound calculator of distances”

The text assures us that Marius kissing Eponine’s forehead after death isn’t infidelity to Cosette and. You know what, he’s considered everything from speaking to Eponine to regarding Eponine as a person as infidelity to Cosette, this is progress, sort of.

He also takes himself and his letter out of her view out of respect, and respecting her in life doesn’t feel like an impulse that would have occurred to him. (Though of course his knowledge that she loved him has also changed.) There’s marginal progress here too, but also it’s possible that Marius is just capable of respecting a dead woman much better than he is a living one.

We hear Eponine’s motives, and they’re overwhelming jealousy. Which makes sense, and may be what’s about to be animating Valjean--we’ll be able to compare their mindsets soon.

She died with that tragic joy of jealous hearts that drag the being they love into death with them, saying, "Nobody shall have him!"

I’m still trying to compare and contrast her motives for killing herself and Marius with Marius’s motives for killing himself and Cosette; I wouldn’t say there’s *no* overlap, but it also feels pretty different. Eponine would be killing Marius because he’s separate from her and she hates and can’t change that fact; Marius would be killing Cosette... I mean in some sense it’s over being forced to be separate from her, but I think more importantly it would have been about an inability to see the two of them as separate at all. It wouldn’t be murder so no one else could have her--at least not consciously--so much as murder because his idea of her is so subsumed into his idea of himself that he assumes if it’s his decision to die, that must apply to her too. He couldn’t imagine her living, or wanting to live, without him.

Though now he’s dying without trying to kill her. Which, again, progress of a sort.

..Or, well. He’s no longer trying to kill her by force. (And, tbh, I’m not sure he would have considered murdering Cosette as being force; I’m not sure he knows she can have preferences separate from his.) The expectation of his letter (which basically just says, “It’s hopeless for us, I’ll be dead by the time you read this, my tragic spirit will be looking over your shoulder, bye”) may be that she will, of course, not hesitate to join him in death immediately. See also the part of the letter where he’s all “I KEEP my promises about dying if I can’t have you, because I love you that much, HINT HINT.”

I could be wrong about this one; I can’t really tell. I’m not sure I’d put it past him though.

Anyway, he wants to make sure he’s dead by the time she reads the letter, which is.. a choice. He doesn’t want her in suspense, he doesn’t want her to try anything to fix things. He wants a fait accompli.

Maybe he kinda knows at some level Cosette isn’t built the way he is in terms of suicide, or maybe he doesn’t. Either way, that whole thing about how he’s going to go die and his soul will be near her, etc feels very right for this kind of letter. It feels like a letter that makes perfect sense from a place of suicidal (and possibly homicidal) depression and sounds horrifyingly passive aggressive and cruel from any other point of view.

God, how would Cosette have reacted if she saw this letter? Not with the suicide Marius really might have been trying to peer pressure her into with it, but. It’s a horrifying letter, I’m so fucking glad the situation didn’t unfold the way Marius tried to make it unfold, which presumably would involve a grief-stricken Cosette bundled off to England a week from now with a secret letter about her lover’s death and no other information and believing there was no one on earth she could ever talk about it to.

Marius sends Gavroche off in order to save Gavroche, though of course his reasoning counts on Gavroche taking life debts as seriously as he himself does. Which is another instance of Marius not being able to model how differently other people’s approaches to the world is than his own--because, obviously, Gavroche is nothing at all like Marius.

[transrevolutions]

amis & co pet headcanons:

enjolras and combeferre's place:

enjolras has a black cat named antoine that he adopted at a shelter. he picked him because he was scheduled to be put down soon and he last-minute offered to foster him instead. we all know how fostering cats goes sometimes, so long story short, enjolras ended up with a cat. combeferre has a mutt dog that he found on the side of the road and nursed back to health. her name is laika, and ironically she spends most of her time bothering enjolras.

courfeyrac and marius's place:

courfeyrac is allergic to everything with fur, pretty much, and so he and marius keep fish and give them funny names. so far they've had fish of varying degrees of strangeness named after several US politicians.

feuilly and bahorel's place:

feuilly can't afford/doesn't have time for a pet of his own, so he just mooches off bahorel's dogs. bahorel has two dogs, a massive pit bull rescue named baxter, and a tiny shih-tzu named mitch. the amis suspect that he named them those things so he could call them "bastard" and "bitch", which he neither confirms nor denies.

joly, bossuet, and musichetta's place:

bossuet bonded with a pigeon and now it's basically a house pet. he named it homer, because get it? homing pigeon? but also a classics reference? IT'S A PUN! joly was terrified of it at first but calmed down once he learned that pigeons are unlikely to carry diseases that are transmittable to humans. musichetta wants a cat but joly's allergic, so she feeds the local strays instead.

jehan and grantaire's place:

jehan has a big snake. it's a ball python named percy, named after the mythological hero perseus but also percy shelley. they've had it ever since they were a kid, because those snakes live fucking forever. bahorel is secretly terrified of it, especially when the freeze dried rats are involved. grantaire has a cat that he calls trash can (I saw this in a fic once and it stuck). the snake and the cat have a pact of mutual non-aggression.

cosette's place:

cosette rescues guinea pigs. her father always kept them when she was a little kid, and she has a fondness for them. she always makes sure to have at least two at once, because she read that they get lonely otherwise. this means she's caught in an endless cycle of guinea pigs, but she doesn't mind.

eponine, azelma, and gavroche's place:

they have a scrawny little cat named rat. well, it's technically gavroche's cat, but you know how kids are with taking care of their pets. the story behind the cat is that gavroche found it on the street being ganged up on by about a half dozen rats, so he "rescued" it. and then named it "rat" in a fit of irony. nobody knows if rat is a boy or a girl, and even the vet couldn't tell for sure.

[fremedon]

Brickclub 4.8.4, “A Cab Rolls in English and Barks in Argot“

I reblogged @everyonewasabird‘s post, so take everything there about Eponine putting on identities like masks and Montparnasse’s arc as read.

At the intersection of those--Eponine uses no argot here; she hasn’t been able to since she met Marius. Montparnasse, we were told, distinguishes himself by understanding all argot and using none--but in his confrontation with Eponine, the first time he mentions his knife he calls it by an argot word, lingre. It feels like a sign that Eponine’s choices are already the ones that are going to matter here--that Eponine has hold of the magic system, and she knows how to use it.

And I don’t remember who first pointed out that Eponine here calls herself both the guard dog of the Rue Plumet house and--as an answer and a contradiction to her father calling her a bitch--the daughter of a wolf. Javert is one of the identities she tries on in this chapter, and it doesn’t work--but that’s the assured, more than half-corrupted Javert of the Gorbeau Ambush. Here she’s taking on the thing they do share: their break with their families. We’re told, in the same passage in which Javert is compared with the dog-child-of-a-wolf of Spanish legend, that Javert gladly would have arrested his parents; Eponine really does threaten hers with capture and arrest. She tells Thenardier she’s not afraid of him.

Then, letting her blazing eyes wander over the villains, this specter went on, “What do I care if I’m picked up off the pavement of the Rue Plumet tomorrow morning, knifed to death by my father, or found a year from now in the nets at Saint-Cloud or on the Île de Cygnes among rotten old cork floats and drowned dogs?”

We’ve seen that there is a magic in this book around accepting the imminence and unavoidability of one’s death--that in the intervening time, it can make characters invulnerable. The Conventionist names the hour and minute of his death and dies peacefully, bestowing a blessing; Enjolras is unwounded and unscathed until his last second. This is where Eponine makes that choice.

“I just have to shout and there’ll be folk here in no time! There’s six of you, but I’m everybody.”

Thenardier made a move towards her.

“Get back!” she cried.

He halted, and said to her softly, “All right, I won’t come any nearer, but you keep your voice down. You want to stop us working, then, my girl? But we’ve got to earn our living! Don’t you feel kindly towards your father any more?”

“I’ve got no time for you,” said Eponine.

“But we’ve got to live, we’ve got to eat--”

“Die.”

There’s so much to unpack in “I’m everyone”-- Vous êtes six; moi je suis tout le monde. In one sense, she’s made the same bargain Javert has--she’s taken up the power offered by Society. That’s the weapon she’s raised against her father--to wake up the neighbors, who will call the police: to rouse Society against them.

But also--there’s a horrible callback here to Thenardier’s fawning speech to Valjean, on his first charity visit to the Gorbeau house:

“I’ve brought up my children religiously, Monsieur. I didn’t want them to go on the stage [. . .] They’ve got to keep to the straight and narrow. They have a father. They’re not like those poor girls who start out with no family and end up married to the public, the ones that are Mademoiselle Nobody and turn into Madame Everybody.”

First of all, Thenardier is heavily implied to already be pimping both girls out by this point, so there’s that. But also-- “On est mamselle Personne, on devient madame Tout-le-Monde.”

Eponine’s fulfilled his prophecy. She’s become Everyone, far more literally than he realized.

[londonalozzy]

Don’t Tell Bucky 1/2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama

Summary: The reader arrives home one night after drowning her sorrows, thinking she doesn't stand a chance with the guy she loves most, Bucky Barnes. She is so out of it that she ends up revealing all of her feelings to the first person she sees. The man himself.

Masterlist

I've been teased my whole adult life about what an old fashioned, hopeless romantic I am.

Yes, I'm an Avenger. Yes, I can kick ass when the occasion arises. But the rest of the time, the usual place to find me, is curled up on the couch with my head buried in a Jane Austen novel.

A couple of years ago someone came into my life that I thought was the key to it all. He was destined to be the Darcy to my Elizabeth, the Edward to my Elinor, the Mr Knightly to my Emma. Oh, how wrong I was!

When Steve first brought Bucky to Avengers HQ it was like a modern day version of when Bingley introduced Mr Darcy to the people of Meryton at the ball in Pride and Prejudice.

He was the archetype of the aloof romantic hero. Tall, dark, handsome, brooding and quiet. He kept himself to himself, observed everyone with eyes of an eagle, and only spoke when spoken to. I was well and truly hooked.

As weeks turned into months, Bucky and I came to an understanding, a friendship that only got more complicated as time went on. After everything he had been through, it was hard for him to open up to people, to let his guard down. What he did yearn for though, was companionship, someone to sit beside, someone to just be there if and when he needed them. I became that person for him.

Every time I decided to sit silently with a book in hand, it wouldn't be long before I had a certain super soldier at my side, just embracing the company, not having to worry about putting on a show for people he didn't feel comfortable with.

The complication in our relationship came when I realised how much I had come to depend on him being there for me.

My aching for him first made itself known when he started going out on missions that I wasn't apart of, when he went on all day training sessions away with the guys, and whole nights out when his confidence finally got a boost. I missed him. I missed him with every fiber of my being.

"So, I'm guessing you've heard the latest gossip on Barnes?" Nat asked me one morning over breakfast, her eyes not leaving her plate of blueberry pancakes as she spoke.

"Gossip? What are you talking about?" Any news on what Bucky was up to was music to my ears. I'd barely seen him these last few weeks, and it was seriously messing me up in more ways than I'd like to admit.

"You mean he's not told you? You? Princess Y/N?"

To say Nat was surprised by my ignorance was an understatement. This must be something big if she is shocked about it. When did it change to others knowing more about Bucky than I did? I thought we were best friends. He calls me Princess for Christ's sake.

"Maybe you should ask him yourself," Nat suggested, reaching across the table and rubbing my forearm. "I just assumed he would have told you first."

Now I'm seriously freaking out. "Nat, please just tell me what the hell is going on."

"You know Theresa down in medical?" Oh, shit. I've got a bad feeling about this.

"Yeah. What about her?"

"They're dating." Oh no!

It felt like my heart had leapt into my throat. I couldn't think, never mind know what to respond with. I knew it would happen eventually. I knew he'd end up with someone. I just assumed it would me. How stupid could I be?

"Y/N, you need to tell him how you feel." Why does Nat always have to be so good at this observation stuff?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I choked with a traitor tear in my eye, and a jump up from my chair when I suddenly felt the need to escape.

Nat followed me down the hall to my room, putting herself in front of me as I tried to change into my running gear. I had to get out of there. "You can't pretend this isn't happening Y/N. This is Bucky we're talking about. Your Bucky. You'll regret it if you don't tell him."

"Yeah, well I'll regret it a hell of a lot more if I do tell him and then lose him completely."

Nat grabbed my arms, stopping me in my tracks. She was one of my closest friends for a reason. She knew what made me tick, what scared me, what mattered the most to me. It's just not a risk I can take though.

"If you don't talk to him, all of this will get bottled up inside and it will ruin your friendship anyway. Y/N you need to get this out."

She was right. This was Nat. She was always right. My head and heart couldn't handle all of this new information. I didn't know how to deal with it, how to react.

So much for that epic romance I thought I was destined for. Looks like, for me, I'm only meant to be the friend, the side character in someone else's love story. I'm Eponine and not Cosette.

Deciding to lay off of me for the rest of the day, Nat rounded up Wanda and a few others and we headed out for a few drinks. Well, what started out as a few drinks anyway.

By the early morning I had at least 10 too many tequila shots in my bloodstream, partnered with a sore throat from overly emotional karaoke renditions of some of the best known heartbreak songs. I was a mess. A mess that could barely remember her own name.

"Are you drunk?" A random voice echoed through the hall as I stumbled around, trying and failing to get into what I hoped was my room at 2am.

"Why would you think that?" I replied to the swaying figure as they moved closer to steady my feet.

"Probably because you're trying to unlock your bedroom door with a lip stick. Plus the fact that the door doesn't have a lock on it anyway. What's up?"

Ignoring the nosy stranger, and giving up on getting into my room because the handle kept moving all over the place, I went in search of the nearest soft thing I could find to park myself on. Standing up was over rated anyway.

"You don't normally drink like this Princess," the randomer observed, leaning over me as I started making rug angels on the shag pile in the common room.

Why is this guy talking like he knows me? Who the hell does he think he is calling me that? "I've just got a lot on my mind. And don't Princess me. Only Bucky gets to call me that."

"Noted," the randomer laughed with a shake of the head, then joining me by laying at my side.

Staring at the ceiling as the silence engulfed us, I decided to confide in this handsome newbie. "If I tell you something, can you promise you won't tell anybody?"

"I promise," he responded without hesitation.

"I mean it, nobody can know. Especially Bucky. He can never find out." I pulled him into a sitting position and put my hands on either side of his face, trying to stress how important it was that he keeps this to himself. He really was pretty.

"I swear, Bucky will hear none of this from me."

"Ok. Here goes," I jumped up, frantic all of a sudden. "I want him to break up with his girlfriend, and it's seriously stressing me out."

"Why would you want him to do that? She's a nice girl isn't she?," pretty boy questioned in confusion, getting to his feet as well. Why did he care so much? Where the heck did he come from anyway? I swear, if this is one of Tony's robo experiments again I'm gonna flip.

"I'm sure they're perfect for each other," I groaned. "I just know that I don't want him with her. At first I had no idea why. He's one of my closest friends. I should want him to be happy right?"

"Of course," Mr Blue eyes confirmed with a furrowed brow and by gripping onto my now clammy hands.

"Then I started thinking about it. Why was I feeling like this? Why was it bothering me so much? I realised, it wasn't just this one girl I have a problem with. It's all girls. All except one."

"Who?"

"Me."

"Wait? What?" He bellowed, leaping backwards and pacing the floor. "You want m...I mean Bucky to go out with you?"

"Yeah. I mean, I think so."

"Y/N, you can't just come out with something like that and respond with I think so," he screeched out in loud exasperation, so much so that I burst into flood of tears.

"Why are you shouting at me?" This guy is such a meanie.

When he saw how upset I was he immediately calmed down, placing his palms on my face and wiping the salty drops away. "Y/N please don't cry. This is just a lot to process."

It took me a while to calm myself down, hiccups escaping my lips as the crying finally subsided. Slowly, the angel man, stranger, person, thing walked me over to the couch and sat us both down. His eyes were boring into me, beautiful azure pools that looked slightly familiar. Maybe it was those bath bombs Steve keeps buying from Lush. I don't know.

"Why do you even care about all this? It's not like you know him or something?" I enquired, now looking at anything other than in those beautiful bath fizzer eyes.

"Just try to explain to me what's going on in that crazy little head of yours," he pressed.

Oh well. I may as well carry on now I've started.

"I've been with the Avengers for a long time. They're my family, my home. And don't get me wrong, I know they care about me, love me even. It's just easy to be sidelined, you know? To become an after thought when you're part of something so big. Bucky changed that. When I met him, it was like everything shifted. He became the reason I smiled every day, why I looked forward to getting out of bed. For the first time in my life I felt like I was at the top of someone's priority list."

"So are all of these feelings because you think you're gonna lose that? You think you're gonna lose him? I swear to you it won't happen." If it only it were that easy.

"I wish it was that," the tears building up once more as I eventually decided to look at him properly. "It would make all of this way less complicated."

"What is it then?," he pressed in urgency.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm head over heels in love with the guy."