#ch: eponine

[notebookmusical]

please, i've been on my knees, change the prophecy.

[devilsmenu]

@hiddenpxpercuts cont. from here because beta editor

"Shit. That's a long ass time" Satana noted. "Yeah, french revolution was a big thing and is in all of the history books" she said. "Inaccurate? How so?".

[devilsmenu]

"Some separate them between salty and sweet, usually the drinks are at the salty ones for obvious reasons, but they should put a better type to write or at least a bit bigger" Tony said agreeing with the other. "You can always ask for a waiter as well, they explain it better" he suggested. He chuckle. "They have a lot of options nowadays, I agree".

"that is true, but these menus are sometimes hard to read too. they are so small.' she admitted with a nod. "however, use. i will make sure to read the menu better, make sure i am getting something i actually want." eponine sighed. "i long for the days there was only four things to pick."

[royce2005]

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

Sons of the Republic rushing to the barricades

Enjolras：Me

Grantaire： @kinuno0326

Courfeyrac： @ sora.skylers(on Instagram)

Combeferre： @ minya_0512(on Instagram)

Marius： @nevermorecheesecake

Eponine： @ shirley._.ch(on Instagram)

Beautiful photo shoot by

@ wickedricky_photography(on Instagram)

@ xiaolinya0220(on Instagram)

@ sammaytom（on Instagram)

[seeinganewlight]

thinking about the similarities of cosette and eponine’s lives and how they mirror each other but in reverse. i’m rereading the book right now and young cosette is about to meet valjean. hugo says that cosette was “unafraid” of meeting valjean in the woods at night, alone, for the first time which then got me thinking about how in the musical after eponine dies, marius says “her life was cold and dark yet she was unafraid” cosette as a child is abused and neglected, but grows into a young woman who was loved and cherished and adored, eponine on the other hand, was loved and cared for as a child (as much as the thenardiers can do so)  and then grew up to be neglected and abused. their lives mirror each other’s (even without marius involved) and it just BREAKS MY HEART

[thaenatos]

LES MIS WLW WEEK - Eposette

[bloodywondersden]

Samantha Barks as Eponine Thenardier in Les Misérables.

[valiantgentle]

christine olivier + éponine thénardier.

I love her... but only on my own.

[centrifuge-politics]

Brick Club 3.6.4, 3.6.5

Continuing the metaphor of love and womanhood as an affliction or a poison, Marius falls under the effect of ‘une grande maladie.’

Marius is performing an act known as “peacocking” except he’s very bad at it. A major part of him is still trying to throw off the effects of this illness.

He makes the utterly baffling claim that, “I was the real author of the dissertation on Marcos Obregon de la Ronda, which Francois de Neufchateau has put, as his own, at the beginning of his edition of Gil Blas!” Hmm...a couple of things here. Considering that Neufchateau published his edition of Gil Blas in 1820, when Marius would have been about ten years old, this seems unlikely. Additionally, Marius is a law student and I doubt he’s spending his time writing dissertations about 16th century Spanish poets.

However, while Marius is clearly mistaken, a certain young author and intellectual named Victor Hugo is credited with writing Neufchateau’s Gil Blas preface. In case you needed more evidence that Marius is a young Hugo. This raises more questions than Hugo is willing to answer, all for the sake of a throwaway boast. Does Marius actually believe he wrote that dissertation? In the universe of Les Mis, did he actually write it? At age ten? How much of Victor Hugo himself is diegetic in this world? We know he is narrating this story because of his asides to the reader, but where does that begin and end? In our world, Les Miserables was written by Victor Hugo, but, in the fictional world of Les Mis, could Marius himself have written the novel post-barricade? Answer me, Hugo!

Will Courfeyrac hold nothing sacred? This terrible fellow...

If Marius is spending every day in the Luxembourg, is he no longer going to school or work? Subsisting entirely on the radiant aura of burgeoning attraction?

Cosette is making a name for herself as a manic pixie dream girl, she’s beautiful, but there’s something sad and wild about her. I really want Hugo to lean more into this contradiction Cosette has. She’s still the same girl who endured an unbearable childhood and escaped the city climbing over walls in the middle of the night. She’s a survivor! And understanding her through that lens is much more interesting than the naive pretty girl trope she’s often forced into.

[lys-9-10]

Posted Ch. 4 of In which Enjolras spurns Grantaire's affections and Éponine gives him a piece of her mind... possibly prompting him to reconsider Preview:

“Cake?” 

Enjolras, who had been watching the affectionate horseplay that had broken out between Grantaire and Gavroche, started and whipped around. Éponine was stiffly holding out a piece of cake to him, set on a plastic flower-shaped plate. Her face was twisted in a rather grimace-like smile.

“Oh.” Enjolras gingerly took the plate. “Thank you.” 

Her duty done, Éponine turned and took to washing the pile of dishes that had been stacked up by the sink.

“May I help?” Enjolras offered. 

Éponine grunted. “No thanks. Eat your cake.” 

Enjolras hesitated a moment — it felt wrong standing here idly watching Eponine work. But as she continued scrubbing the plates without so much glancing in his direction, he eventually bowed his head and took a bite of cake. 

A moment later, a tousled-looking Grantaire appeared in the kitchen doorway. 

“Hey guys. All’s well in here?” His gaze settled on Enjolras’s slice of cake and he beamed. “It’s good, isn’t it? I told you.” 

Enjolras nodded. “Indeed.”

Grantaire reached around Éponine and grabbed the hand towel that hung by her elbow. Enjolras observed as the man seamlessly inserted himself into Éponine’s dishwashing routine, drying every item she washed and putting it away in the appropriate place.

“So, Enjolras, have you and Combeferre settled the thing you were debating last meeting?” Grantaire asked as he rearranged the stack of plates in the cupboard above Éponine’s head (he moved the larger plates to the bottom so that they fit together more neatly). 

“Ah. The matter of the supposed counterargument to consequentialism?”

“Yeah. Something about a doctor killing someone who comes in for a nose job to donate their organs to three dying people...” 

“Indeed. We’ve not settled it between us, no, but Combeferre is wrong. It’s perfectly consistent for a consequentialist to reject that repugnant conclusion. The farther removed consequences that would result from having a society where doctors can sacrifice their patients are, nonetheless, consequences — and undesirable ones at that. That thought experiment, while widely employed to refute consequentialism, is ultimately unsuccessful in doing so.”  

Grantaire’s mouth tweaked into a lopsided, admiring grin. Éponine, on the other hand, rolled her eyes in a thoroughly unimpressed fashion. This did not escape the attention of either Enjolras or Grantaire, and the latter kicked his friend in the ankle. Éponine looked up to meet Grantaire’s unhappy gaze. Then, she ducked her head penitently. 

“I’m gonna go get the gift opening started,” Éponine mumbled, and quit the kitchen.

Grantaire and Enjolras were left alone, the former frowning after Eponine’s retreating back and the latter staring uncomfortably at the floor. Finally, Enjolras cleared his throat. 

“Grantaire,” he began. “If Éponine would rather I not be here, I can —” 

“No. No, E.” Grantaire shook his head vehemently. Then he sighed and dropped his drying cloth on the dish rack. “Look... I’m sorry about Ép. She’s trying. This is just new to her. But she’ll come around.” 

Enjolras blinked, then stared. This?  What was “this”? Was “this” hanging out with Éponine and Grantaire in her apartment? Was “this” a thing now?  

Grantaire stepped towards Enjolras. Enjolras started and almost backed away — but Grantaire only placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. “Come on,” he said kindly. “Let’s go watch Azelma open her gifts.” 

-----

Enjolras watched as Grantaire fastened the new necklace Azelma had received around her neck, fluffing her hair when he was done. 

“Stylish!” he exclaimed. Then, turning to her friend, “Good taste Rachelle!” 

Éponine clucked her tongue in appreciation. “Zelma, that would go so well with your green dress, hey?” She too thanked Rachelle, and then she was passing along the next gift. 

Enjolras shifted his feet awkwardly. He wished Grantaire was the one passing out the gifts right now... That would be easier. He considered navigating around the gaggle of teenagers to get to Grantaire, but decided he couldn’t do so without looking like a fool. So, when Éponine stepped back again to watch Azelma open the next gift, Enjolras drew closer to her and coughed lightly.

“Éponine.” 

She turned to him. Enjolras observed that she flinched ever so slightly, and he felt a wave of guilt. He shouldn’t have come here. It was clear he was ruining this special day for Éponine. He would just give her his gift now and take the first opportunity to leave.

Enjolras straightened his shoulders and held out an envelope to Éponine. 

Éponine’s eyes flicked down to it, then widened in surprise. The envelope was addressed to Azelma. 

“Oh.” Eponine lifted her head again to meet Enjolras’s gaze. He wasn’t certain, but he thought she looked a little abashed. “Thank you…” she said, and her voice was softer than Enjolras had heard it yet. 

When Azelma and Grantaire had finished cooing over her last gift, Éponine walked up to her sister. Dropping the envelope in her hand, she said something too quietly for Enjolras to hear. Azelma cast a surprised look in his direction. Then, her eyes crinkled in a smile. Behind Azelma’s shoulder, Grantaire too was smiling — it was a smile that overflowed with warmth and seemed to make his entire face shine.

“It’s a gift card to Duckfeet Dancewear,” Azelma announced, once she had opened the envelope. “Enjolras, how did you know I dance?” 

“Your sister mentioned it,” Enjolras replied. “She said Grantaire was teaching you. I’m sorry, I’m aware gift cards are dull presents, but I didn’t know —” 

“No.” Azelma shook her head, still smiling kindly. “Thank you. It’s perfect.” 

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Grantaire and Éponine stood in front of Enjolras as he slipped his shoes on and retrieved his jacket from the closet. Grantaire was grinning at Enjolras he leaned against Éponine, his elbow perched on her shoulder. As for Éponine, her face was twisted in a rather strained, discomfited expression that solidified Enjolras’s resolve to hurry his departure. “Thank you very much for having me here tonight,” he said, his voice carefully measured. He nodded first to Grantaire, then to Éponine. 

“Our pleasure, E.” Grantaire chirped. “Was fun having you around. Come on over anytime, yeah?” 

Enjolras flinched. Then, he frowned. “Grantaire, with all due respect…” He had intended to finish by saying that that wasn’t Grantaire’s invitation to make. However, at that moment his mind flashed back to Grantaire effortlessly putting away Eponine’s dishes, play-wrestling with Gavroche, fastening the necklace for Azelma… and he wondered whether that would even be a correct statement.

Suddenly, Enjolras’s reverie was broken by Éponine stepping towards him. She looked distressed, and Enjolras again felt remorse at having intruded against her will. But then, she extended her hand to him to shake. 

“Thank you so much for bringing Azelma a gift,” she said quietly. “That was really nice of you.”

Enjolras’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “But of course. You needn’t thank me for that. It was her birthday party after all.” 

Éponine smiled at him — a small, rueful smile that nonetheless seemed to soften her aspect. There was a moment’s silence, in which Eponine and Enjolras simply stood looking at each other. Then Grantaire cleared his throat.

“You’re supposed to shake her hand, E.” His voice was loaded with amusement — perhaps even joy.

Enjolras started. With a somewhat spasmodic gesture, he reached forward and clasped Éponine’s proffered hand.

“À plus tard,* Éponine.” 

Her grip tightened on his hand, and her words somehow seemed laced with significance as she responded: “À bientôt,** Enjolras.” 

------

As soon as the door closed behind Enjolras, Grantaire’s arm flashed towards Éponine and hooked her waist. With a flourish that could only have come from his dance training, he spun her into him and enveloped her in a hug. 

“I’m proud of you.”

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*À plus tard = See you later **À bientôt = See you soon

[stoppit-keepout]

FRUIT SALAD YUMMY YUMMY PLEASE, MY GOD (for the wip grab bag meme)

HELLO!! this is a collab with ps, hi ps :)

THE TITLE: we got capital-O Obsessed with the Wiggles cover of Elephant, can I explain why? not particularly. feels like an elephant shakin' his big red trunk for the hell of it! so we called the doc "fruit salad (yummy yummy) and then got the proper title of the fic from the wikipedia page on fruit salad.

THE FANDOM: Les Misérables :) this one's already partially on AO3, we just gotta continue! [flexes]

THE CONCEPT: we collectively lost our minds over The Mirror Has Two Faces, a 1996 Barbra Streisand joint where she sees herself as ugly and gets into a companionable and platonic (?) marriage with Jeff Bridges, who had been having SO MUCH UNFULFILLING SEX that it was interfering with his career and life goals. Anyway, this time it's Grantaire/Enjolras :)

THE EXCERPT: (from a future ch., also largely part i wrote even though i really wanted to do a part ps wrote)

"You don't understand how beautiful he is," Grantaire groans into his hands. "It's like he was designed in a lab."

Eponine rolls her eyes and keeps re-stocking the bottled waters in the fridge under the bar. "We have very different taste in men," she reminds him. "But I'm happy you're happy."

Grantaire had shown up in the early afternoon with two massive tote bags of papers and proportionally massive bags under his eyes. Apparently it's midterm season and nobody gives lecturers people to help with marking, so he's been doing nothing but grade all week. Eponine had been wondering where he'd gotten to--last year, he'd been around so often that they'd actually gotten to be passably good friends, but it turns out that teaching at four separate universities is a lot more inconvenient than doing the same number of courses for just one or two. And the idiot's also decided to start dating at the same time? If Eponine ever wants additional proof that more years of schooling doesn't mean anything about being smarter, she need look no further.

"Am I happy?" Grantaire asks philosophically. His voice is still muffled by his palms, but he peers out through his fingers at Eponine.

"If you're not, your standards are too high."

[javert-jajaune-jarouge]

I bought some old postcards at a flea market today, and I just had to buy this one because musical!Eponine and Gavroche? Musical!Eponine and Gavroche.

[devilsmenu]

@hiddenpxpercuts cont. from here because beta editor

"Shit, that's a long ass time" Satana remarked with a face. "A lot of bad shit happened in that period. And you're right for it, they need to respect us somehow".

[devilsmenu]

"Don't tell me, you came from centuries ago" Satana already knew this place enough. "No, it's not. If they try to do something just slap his face".

@devilsmenu ( Satana)

“i’m still getting used to the new clothes of this century.” eponine admitted with a nod. “like is this skirt too short for a job interview?”

[pilferingapples]

What sort of clothing eponnie would of worn as a child and young lady in real life?

Eponine has a some major status changes in her life; as a child she’s dressed in clothes that are probably more expensive than her family can really afford, and done up in all the latest fashion. For kids at the time, expensive, fashionable clothing was basically just adult clothes sized down, so something like this: 

(source) or maybe this 

or maybe this 

(source) You can see some more pics of kids in period fashion here, too!

During her teen years, we have a direct description of what she’s wearing:

“ She was a frail, emaciated, slender creature; there was nothing but a chemise and a petticoat upon that chilled and shivering nakedness. Her girdle was a string, her head ribbon a string, her pointed shoulders emerged from her chemise “ - Les Miserables, Hapgood translation, ch. 3.8.4   So that’s a long shift -type dress, probably with short sleeves, and made of cotton; and then a thin underskirt.  You can see these things in this video and this one , but you’ll also see a corset there-- but Eponine doesn’t have a corset.  So basically underwear, and pretty beat up and worn out underwear at that. Sometimes she adds a pair of old men’s boots.  This is obviously not anything that should count as a full outfit, but it’s what she gets! Thanks, Thenardiers! 

If you’re asking what she’d wear in better circumstances, please check out my other blog for more fashionable canon-era women’s outfits--you can even tag-search by year!  If you’re thinking of a more working-class look, check out this blog post!  If you’re trying to ask after something else, send me another ask? :D

[seeinganewlight]

top 5 edits: @eraseyourbookofstories asked ⤳ top 5 power ballads ・ [5/5] on my own (les miserables)

without him the world around me changes