#i would die for mi-an

[antiloquist]

Yan: Mi-an, I can't help it if you're bad at your job and bring shame to this guild!

(beat)

Yan: Do ya think I should get a solid gold filigree for my new award?

(beat)

Mi-an, eerily deadpan: Well, Mr. Yan. Do you wanna know what I think?

Mi-an: [screams] Arrgh! Regga flebba breeka brecka smullen-ellen Mr. Yan! Yegga hegga mergin wallet!

Trudy, in the office collecting that month's taxes: (pulls out a dictionary and starts flipping through it) Oh! (blushes)

Mi-an, storming out: Dimmy middy spend! Rivy flivy diva shivvy Mr. Yan's WALLET!

Yan: (Mouth agape, speechless)

[fistfuloflightning]

and rain will make the flowers grow

[chrysalismandtea]

ATTENTION LES MIS FANDOM!!!!!!

i just finished reading liberte egalite demi-plies on ao3 and i LOVED it but i haven’t read any other enjoltaire fics. PLEASE recommend me some because i’m going feral and i don’t know where to start from lol

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

currently having so much brainrot for yandere miguel o'hara. he just oozes control freak vibes; everything has to go his way and go right otherwise he absolutely loses it. he has to be in control of everything, because if he's in control, then he won't have to worry about another loss so close to him.

miguel is horridly possessive, obsessive, a strange mix of delusional and lucidity, and somewhat sadistic, though he always reigns himself back in. he doesn't want to hurt you, but you keep acting so damn difficult, and even he has his breaking points. miguel lashes out, yelling at you and rising to his full height, asking why can't you just listen to him for once. if you listened, everything would be so much easier and better for both of you. his anger flares red, leaving you quiet and shaking as he rears himself like a feral beast about to tear its prey to shreds.

miguel finds that intimidation works best in hampering your stubborn spirit.

also the way he chased down poor miles was screaming feral energy. he lets his anger get the best of him and thus does not allow for logic to flow into his twisted mind when he's chasing you down. he's practically running after you on all fours, claws tearing into whatever material happens to be closest to him. you're practically shitting bricks when you see the absolutely feral look in his eyes as he tears his way closer. you're stubborn, admirably so, even miguel has to give you credit for that, as you clumsily attempt to run from him. but miguel, in the heat of his anger and frustration, forgets just how delicate your body is compared to his. his fangs and claws cause nothing but horrid agony—you're sure that the terror and panic is exemplifying the pain tenfold— as your blood welts up past broken muscle and skin.

even as his venom takes hold and your body begins to slow in its movements, you're still trying to make weak attempts at pushing him away. the sensible part of him feels so broken at the terrified look in your eyes, but there's the part of him that enjoys seeing you like this—in such a fragile state, you have no one but him—and he once more reigns in his anger, his rage.

this is all for your own good, he murmurs into your ear and he carries you away. this is all because you didn't listen to him.

[bunniandhoney]

pls I need jacob w a Latina reader🫶🏻 can be smutty or fluffy🤭

I’m feeling a wee bit of fluff for this.

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imagine you all had been dating for a while, like you are spending so much time together that your family is definitely trying to figure out what’s going on. Your mom, bless her, already knows that this is about a boy and she’s been waiting on this moment your whole life. She gives a slight smirk every time you leave for a date or if flowers are sent to the house.

your dad on the other hand is pretending not to notice, but he’s horrified because you’re clearly no longer his little girl.

your little cousin is finally getting confirmed this weekend at her church and your parents, as her padrinos, are giving her a party after. your mom has suggested that this is a good time to bring your “friend” around. and boy was that an idea lol!

Jacob is slightly nervous when he pulls up to your house that weekend, vigorously running his hands through his curls. He pulls out three flower arrangements from his backseat and heads to your front door. When he rings the door bell no one answers, but he knows people are there because of the music. Just as he is about to ring the doorbell again he see you coming from the side of the house.

“Hey baby, you made it!” you say greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, I rang the doorbell, but nobody answered! Oh and these are for you.” he replies handing you a bouquet of red roses.

“Come meet the family!”

As soon as you all make it into the back yard, Jacob is welcomed with open arms. You lead him around, introducing you to your tios and tias. Your tios are definitely strong arming those handshakes, but Jacob is taking it all in stride. Your tias on the other hand are pulling him in with a kiss on the cheek, like they’d known him forever.

Your mom just might like him more than you after she receives her flowers from him. “Why don’t you ever buy me flowers?” She says hitting your dad on the shoulders. He walks away grumbling under his breath about Jacob showing off. She is playing the perfect hostess as she shows him around the house. When she stops in front of the mantle Jacob’s eyes stop on a doll that scarily looks just like you. When your mom sees where his eyes are locked she pulls down the doll

“Te recuerdas mija? mi muñequita” recalling the memory of her baby girl.

You know what’s about to come next, and suddenly your cheeks are heating up as your mom reaches to replace the doll with the baby pink and white laced photo album. Jacob is still confused, until the first page is open and a picture of 15 year old you is on the page.

“Mama, él no quiero ver esas fotos”

“Y, ¿porqué no? estabas una princesa !” she says tearing up.

You’re shaking your head in embarrassment as your mom shows Jacob the pictures. You never thought you’d regret matching the rubber band to your braces with the bright pink ball gown or the amount of curls you claimed you needed because big hair was essential back then. She shows your dad gifting you the doll and switching your shoes. But when she turns to the picture of you dancing with your chambelan de honor Jacob turns to face you. “Who was that?” he says squinting at you.

“Oh that was my ummm—“

“tu primero novio, no te recuerdas mija?” your mom interrupts, clearly confused about your lack of memory of your quince.

While Jacob’s Spanish is minimal he definitely knows the word for boyfriend. “So you keep pictures of your old boyfriends huh?”

“what? no!”

He raises an eyebrow in skepticism

“Don’t worry, I’ll be up there in our wedding photos!” He says with a big grin.

You and your mom turn to him shocked. But he just turns back to the book wanting to see more of your quince pictures.

Your mom looks up at you, laughing “guapo y romántico, que bueno mija!”

Watching him laugh with your mom you know you’ve picked your forever. 🤍

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hope you liked this one was sugarplum! 🤍🧚‍♀️

this was so fun, but was having flashbacks of all the times i’ve been one of the damas😭 and my mom has been a madrina like 4-5 times, so stressful!

please send in more requests, i’m having a ball over here!

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oop also translations:

Te recuerdas mija? mi muñequita: do you remember my daughter, my little doll.

Mama, él no quiero ver esas fotos”: Mom he doesn’t want to see these pictures!

Y, ¿porqué no? estabas una princesa !: And why not, you were a princess!

tu primero novio, no te recuerdas mija: Your first boyfriend, you don’t remember

guapo y romántico, que bueno mija!” : handsome and romantic, how good!

[hamlet-not-hamnet]

pages from a sketchbook of an unknown artist, found after the june rebellion of 1832 in the backroom of a parisian café

[stars-n-spice]

I think about this a lot.

Like when he was 6'6 that was more than enough but then they fucking added four more fucking inches.

FUCKING WHY.

[pyromaniacbibliophile]

the les mis fandom of tumblr should make a new les mis musical.

that's it that's the post

(@permetutotheworld @lemurious do you hear me?)

[autumnalmess]

Rip Les Amis de l'ABC you would've loved playing twister.

Not elaborating.

Just kidding ⤵️

[purrfectly]

every new iteration of les mis really does give something new. the slight changes in the vocals, the staging.... anyways im at a concert showing and am in awe.

the singer playing fauntine managed perfect singing while somehow cramming so much emotion in. cosette singing castle on a sky... fluffiest? one ive heard in a while.

and just from the ABC song, enjolras here has such a strong voice. so compelling. the grantaire is playing, adding lots of flairs.

truly live shows are something people deserve to be able to see multiple times. to enjoy the spectrum, appreciate the angles, or even just to concentrate or have different parts highlighted.... so important

[jajanvm-imbi]

Tee hee

[antiloquist]

The first desert mission:

Builder: you have my pickhammer.

Zeke: and my strength.

Mi-an: and my daggers!

Trudy: AND MY GLOCK

[solb4dman]

guys I'm so srs rn when I tell u I'd die on a hill defending 10th anniversary les mis and how it's the best. (for me)

anyw stream 10th anniversary les miserables it's the best forever nd ever I would kill to watch it irl thenks

[chrysalismandtea]

✨random les amis headcanons✨

enj’s favourite breakfast is cereal, but specifically those honey rings that taste really bland

at some point jehan was dog sitting for a friend who had a golden retriever and proceeded to call the dog enjolras for the whole week (and send videos to their group chat)

combeferre is the only person who has ever managed to seduce someone with a conspiracy theory. it involved quantum physics and johann sebastian bach.

on the subject of classical composers, joly knows every single note of chopin’s polonnaises and he even head bangs sometimes

bossuet wears sunglasses on top of his head year round

courf bikes everywhere (sweetheart)

marius and cosette religiously watch gossip girl (everyone thinks it’s because cosette likes it but it’s actually the other way round). once enjolras joined them and ended up leaving the apartment mumbling something about eating the rich

feuilly talks to his plants (he refers to his gardenias as “my ladies”, much to everyone’s annoyance)

eponine is the worst baker, but she makes the absolute BEST waffles, to the point everyone’s sick of them (they’re not)

bahorel has crushed more than three weddings (and only been kicked out once)

musichetta’s favourite song is, unironically, take on me by a-ha

grantaire only drinks coffee from a “world’s best grandma” mug (it was a gift from courf)

[thegreatyin]

5, 9 for........ furnace ancona maybe?

5 - What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Is there a song that's just like. A union anthem? A labor rights theme song?? Some kind of inspiring marching band sort of theme??? I don't know if there is and I don't have any songs that come to mind beyond that vague description but it's what I'd pick. It feels like it'd fit her. A sort of boisterous inspiring theme with a lot of voices singing in harmony about rising up and working together, that sorta thingggg WAIT actually no disregard those statements i know EXACTLY what song would fit for her oh my god im an idiot

les miserables you will always be iconic etc etc

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9 - Could you be roommates with this character?

i would be HONORED to be roommates with ms furnace ancona herself. i would treat it with the same amount of reverence and respect as a medal of honor. ms furnace ancona fallen london my beloved she is the coolest ever

[zhongli-lover-69]

feeling insane abt javert again.

he is a fascinating character to analyze + compare against valjean + is such an interesting personification of the faults of the french legal system, of the way lawfulness can become twisted when not tempered by mercy. dedication to the flawed human construct of justice versus dedication to the religious concept of mercy + forgiveness.

but. more importantly: javert is fucking hilarious. his sense of humor is so dry + off-putting. he takes himself so seriously but his comments are so jarringly silly. i adore my fucked up little plot device of a man.