#why is no one talking about eponine's pining for marius why are we all talking about the two background gays

[irkedisaac]

why am i seeing so much discussion about [element of the plot that was left a little vague] and not more about [element of the plot that was extremely up-front and clear to everyone]?

[toomuchsky]

les mis us tour (in pgh last night): (pls keep in mind i literally only care about grantaire i'm so sorry):

it was my first time seeing it!! so now les mis is my favorite musical i've ever seen rather than just my favorite musical i've never seen

valjean was INCREDIBLE

it was so much easier to pick up on the musical motifs throughout in the stage play rather than the musical lmfao (that sideways video about why the movie musical was so bad was just screaming in the back of my head the whole time lmfao)

fantine was potentially one of the best singers i've maybe EVER seen

it was so nice to see it w a fellow les mis nerd :)

kyle adams played grantaire and oh. oh my god. he's so tall and lanky and he used every inch of that to his advantage on stage - his character work was so fun to watch

also his green coat :)

grantaire and gavroche have really cute blocking. in red and black when he comes in to say lamarque is dead and enj is talking about how they will come when we call (spoilers: they did not :( i was hoping this time they might!) he goes and like pulls gav away from the other boys. after drink w me he like collapses against the wall and gav runs and hugs him. during eponine's death gav goes and stands there watching and then grantaire puts an arm around him.

red and black was so good in person oh my god. i loved kyle's r doing things as like, feral bastard asshole grantaire rather than blagden's sad pining grantaire (not that one is better than the other!!! i love blagden's r, just cool to see a diff perspective)

he like got up on the table and started using his bottle like a dick thrusting it toward enj.

LOTS of exr touching lmao even in this song. the way that r stared at him throughout a lot of the lyrics. SIGH.

and then at the end of the song he like goes and sulks in the corner next to marius before getting up to pull gav away. there's a moment where it's all of the boys next to enj and just r and gav to the other side.

you get the sense that this r is ANGRY. angry at all of these lives being lost for no reason

and it was also cute bc you could tell that his friends loved him!!! bc he's funny and makes them laugh!! lots of "r omg" moments, it was really cute

lots of moments in the songs when someone is making like an impassioned point and he just sarcastically raises his bottle as a "hear hear" very in character

"grantaire put that bottle down" is played extremely exasparated, it's cute.

these exr are exes lmao

he's very theatrical about his lines, like drink w me is played for very much laughs and there's a lot of like thrusting and purposefully "bad" singing

he's put in charge of javert after he's captured which is fun to watch, there's a lot of like pushing javert back into the seat etc

r's also doing like, a lot of orbiting around enj on stage, and they're positioned next to each other a lot

drink with me is SO over the top it’s so good but also more like angry than sad?? enj at the end tries to cup r’s face and r like pushes him away at the end before running out to the wall

ok so he's angry UNTIL the moment that gavroche dies on the barricade. and they're MEAN about gav dying in this one - there's a moment where there's a shot and everyone looks down sadly and then you hear gav's voice again and you're like IDK MAYBE THIS TIME. MAYBE THIS TIME HE SURVIVES. and then he makes it to the top of the barricade and he dies. enjolras picks him up and slowly carries him over to grantaire who's waiting at the bottom. r turns to the audience and like slowly puts gavroche on the stage. all the fight seeps out of him and u get the sense that he's like i couldn't even save one (1) child.....

there's a moment where r and enj are looking at the body of another student and they like grab each other's faces before enj runs back up the barricade

and then in the death scene everyone's getting shot and then r yells "i'm one of them" and runs back up the barricade and gets shot - their bodies end up symmetrical next to each other which is. oof.

in non barricade boys news eponine and marius were also fucking incredible. it was so cool to see the new (i mean new to me regardless but apparently without the revolving stage new) version of turning - all the ladies leave out candles that then the barricade boy's pick up during empty chairs.

javert's death scene was SO well done. the entire set has this illusion of like breaking apart when he falls, and then the screen changes to like a whirpool and it's so fucking cool to watch

valjean and javert had really fun interactions too! it was fun to watch.

the sets were INCREDIBLE also!! so beautiful, so big, so much of it moved and it was really really fun!!!!

at the wedding scene they make a funny reference to phantom where the chandelier like breaks and they all look up at it like "?"

i really loved these thenardiers!!! so over the top in such a fun way!

why did they keep the "jew" line while changing the queer line lmfao? this makes no sense

anyway. all i wanna do is talk about les mis at all times!!!! to love another person is to see the face of god!! let others rise to take our place until the earth is free!!!! victor hugo said intersectional solidarity!!! i love les mis!!!!

[transrevolutions]

small meponine fic because it’s ignoring canon rairpair hours:

“She’s so pretty!” he said, for the millionth time that hour.��“She’s like an angel!”

“Marius, please calm down,” Eponine mumbled, trying not to show her sadness. It was wearing on her. It would wear on anyone.

“I wonder if she lives near me? ‘Ponine, could you get me her address?”

“Yeah, whatever,” she replied. “I’ll do my best.”

“Thanks, Eponine,” he gasped, smile reaching up to his eyes. “You’re the greatest friend in the world!”

“Thank you,” she sighed. In truth, Marius was the only person in the world who treated her like a regular person. Her parents were horrible, the people in the Patron-Minette thought she was too little and small to be of any use, the passerby ignored her- after all, she was just another poor girl out on the streets- and for as nice as the ABC was to her, she had the feeling that she was more a charity case than anything else. But Marius was different. He didn’t talk down to her, or pity her. He just was.

Eponine didn’t want his money, or his pity. She wanted his love. And she tried to tell herself that she was content to be his friend- to have any friend at all- after all, she didn’t want to risk ruining their friendship. Especially with the pretty girl he had noticed.

Eponine’s life was a game of chess. And she wasn’t going to risk losing it all over one piece.

“-do you think she likes tarts? She seems like she would, but maybe eclairs are more to her taste, perhaps I should bring her some, would you help me make them? Oh no, what if she doesn’t like pastries?”

“Sorry,” she said. “I got distracted.”

“Oh. Oh, okay,” he said, getting visibly embarrassed. He was a shameless flirt, but he always seemed a little too self-conscious for his own good. “We’re here. Um, you’re welcome to join us.”

“Not this time, I have to check on Gavroche,” she replied, making a quick excuse. She knew Marius, and she assumed that at least half his time at the meeting would be spent pining over the pretty girl. Enjolras would probably kick him out. Eponine couldn’t blame him.

But still, she wouldn’t mind so much if the flirting was directed towards her...

She mentally kicked herself once again. She had more important things to do. More important things to care about. Like surviving. Only bourgeois got caught up in love and drama.

“-she’s so lovely. I think she smiled at me, Courf, I think she might have! Eponine’s going to find out her address, too! Isn’t she wonderful?”

Marius thinks I’m wonderful?

“She’s like a sister! Always helping me!”

Oh.

Well, better a sister than a nobody, she decided.

“I am agog. I am aghast, is Marius in love at last?” That was probably the cynical one, who was an even worse piner than Pontmercy. Always over Enjolras. Eponine had a knack for picking out such things, and it seemed that the feeling was mutual. If they could ever get that sorted out.

“No, but had you been there-”

“Don’t encourage him,” said another voice.

“But Combeferre...”

“Marius, you’re no longer a child.” The voice fluctuated between teasing and serious, more towards the latter.

“Little he knows, little he sees...”

“Sees what, R? What do I not see?”

“So you are in love? Finally? With whom?”

“I am not in love, Joly, I simply find her quite-”

“Tell me you’ve finally noticed...”

“Noticed what?”

“If we could please return to the subject at hand...” Enjolras sighed.

“Let us have some fun!”

“What have I not noticed?”

“Are you finally in love with Eponine?”

What? What are they talking about?

“Eponine? No, of course not! Eponine wouldn’t love me!”

“Are you sure about that, Pontmercy?”

“Yes! Yes, because she is with Montparnasse!”

“She is?”

“No she isn’t...”

“But... they are together so much...”

“Not like that, you idiot, how dense are you?”

“Eponine isn’t courting Montparnasse?” he asked, confusion evident in his voice, along with realization, embarrassment, and was that... hope?

No. Eponine would not get her hopes up again, only to have it all torn to shreds.

“I will be brief! There is something I must do!”

“Marius, get back here, we have things to discuss-”

“I’ll be back soon! Carry on!”

“Marius, what on earth-”

He burst out the door, cheeks red and eyes wide, almost running into Eponine, who was standing outside the café.

“Eponine! Ponine!”

“Marius?” she said. “Are you quite all right?”

“Is it true? Are you not with Montparnasse?”

She took a deep breath, pinching herself, because this had to be a dream.

“No, Marius, I’ve never courted Montparnasse.”

“But you go places with him so...”

“Marius,” she said, almost exasperated. “That is because he works for my father. We rob places.” Confessing this to any other rich man would be a jail sentence, but Marius wasn’t like that.

“So... you are not in love with Montparnasse?” he said, gaze unreadable.

“No, I’m not. What is the meaning of all this?”

“Because... because that is why I never courted you!”

What is happening?

“This... this is not funny, Marius. What- what about the other girl?”

“No! Forget her! It’s you, I never thought I could love you because you were in love with Montparnasse!”

“Marius? Are you serious?” Eponine felt something swell in her chest, something hot and cold and soft all at once.

“Do you... do you feel the same?” He looked like a child, asking for a toy.

“Marius... I feel the same. But just a moment ago, you were in love with that other-”

“No!” he cut her off, vehemently. “That is because I thought I could never have you! I thought you only saw me as an acquaintance!”

“Pontmercy,” Eponine replied, carefully. “I love you.”

And then they were kissing in a blur of snow and dark hair and fabric and laughter, and Eponine never thought in her wildest dreams that this moment could ever be possible. Marius loved her. Marius was in love with her, and she was in love with him, and everything was beautiful.

In the streets full of strangers, Eponine had found a soulmate. 

He pulled her into the café, and she didn’t let go of his hand the entire time.

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sweet dreams are made of this (who am I to disagree)

Belated bday fic for the amazing @hihiyas, who asked for sharing a bed and mutual pining, and since I sometimes live in a bed-sharing fic myself, I had to do this. 

Hon, I know it’s a week late, and maybe it’s a little all over the place, but I love you and you deserve all the fics because you’re an awesome friend and I’m lucky to have you. *HUGGLES*

ZERO

When she met Gabriel Enjolras for the first time, she never expected him to eventually become her friend, let alone the person she would secretly refer to as her best friend.

Neither of them made a great first impression when Marius introduced them. He was distant - not good with new people - which made her think of him as an elitist prick. It took them a good long while to get over those first impressions.

It didn’t help that they were both stubborn as fuck - neither was willing to make the first move towards reconciliation.

Marius once claimed they’d make him prematurely gray. As if, the dork would be a ginger forever, probably.

So, yeah, the so-called Enjonine friendship (thanks for that Courfeyrac) took a while to reach peak potential. They spent a few months hating each other’s guts - and then they all went to see a Thor movie and Eponine spent the next week talking about Lady Sif and Darcy Lewis. For some reason that made Enjolras realize she wasn’t all bad - well, she was kind of glad that her appreciation for seriously awesome female characters got through to him.

One group movie hang-out turned into weekly movie nights with just Enjolras on his couch, watching everything from PBS documentaries to cliched rom-coms. He always had something to say about everything, whether it was the underlying themes of LGBT+ rights in the X-men movies or an in depth discussion of the politics of girl world after watching Mean Girls (he had no idea how much realism was in that movie).

A few months went by just like that, and she started becoming comfortable with calling him her friend, instead of just referring to him as a friend of a friend. Azelma joked about being proud her big sister actually made a friend for once, and Eponine flipped her off.

That was real sisterly love, honestly.

She showed her appreciation for Enjolras’ friendship much the same way: by making fun of him all the damn time. Of his need to use punctuation and spelling properly in every damn text - honestly, abbreviations were just so much easier (and so much faster!). She teased him about his overly formal clothing - trying to goad him into wearing jeans and a t-shirt at least once.

Well, that one definitely came back to bite her in the (amazing, thanks so much) ass.

He showed up on her birthday in tight jeans and a fucking Hamilton t-shirt that appeared to be slightly too small on him.

She had her first naughty dream about him that very night. She tried to tell her lady bits about friendship without benefits, but they definitely weren’t having that.

And so the terrible, awful years of pining began.

ONE

The first time they sleep in the same bed it is purely convenience and about 99% awkwardness. Maybe even the full 100%.

A storm is hitting the city, and she is still over at his place at 11 PM. Public transport has given up on navigating through the pouring rain and hail and strong gusts of wind. She needs to get home, but there is absolutely no way that her dork friend is going to let her leave his apartment.

Yeah, the great Enjolras is also a grade A dork - she wants to tell all her friends.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a guest room,” he actually apologizes. “I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I’ll sleep on the floor, or the couch.”

Oh yes, surely the tiny couch will be comfortable for this six feet tall specimen. He is going to fuck up his back so bad - she doesn’t want that on her conscience. And really, she’d sleep in the same bed as Cosette, so why would it be that much weirder if it’s Enjolras?

“Don’t be an idiot,” she tells him for the umpteenth time.

He waits patiently to hear what he’s being moronic about this time - she’s taught him well over the past few years. It’s weird, but here’s this guy who actually listens to everything that she has to say - even when she’s teasing him, but especially when she is completely serious about something.

She calls the shots most of the time - and he doesn’t get offended, and he even changes his behavior when she thinks he’s genuinely being an asshole.

“You’re not sleeping on that chair you call a couch,” she finally continues, rolling her eyes at him. “You will fall off in the middle of the night and hurt yourself. Just get in bed with me. It’s only weird if we make it weird.”

It’s so mature of her, honestly people might be surprised.

Enjolras however, is not surprised at all - well, he might be surprised they will be sharing a bed, but he’s never surprised at her level-headedness.

Oh, this crush is definitely getting way out of hand.

Minutes later, they lie awake together, side by side. She’s almost afraid to breathe too loudly, not wanting to bother him more than she already is - he’s probably half asleep already and she does not want to wake him.

So she stays completely still, muscles tensed, listening to the rain hit the bedroom window with an alarming volume.

“This is ridiculous,” Enjolras mutters in the dark of his bedroom. “Why is this so awkward?”

Eponine breathes out a little huff of a laugh. Thank God he feels it too.

TWO

The first time was weird and terrifying, he has to admit that much. Suddenly there was this person all up in his personal space. He woke up a few times that night because there was someone breathing next to him, and that one time she accidentally touched him he almost couldn’t go back to sleep.

It was just her leg bumping his, but it has been so long since there was someone close enough to touch. Has he ever really shared a bed like this, just sleeping?

And of course it’s Eponine. She’s started to mean way too much to him in a matter of months - and now it’s been years. If he were to talk about his feelings towards her with people, they might even call it pining. He hates that word, but he knows it’s accurate.

She’s funny, and empathetic, and so much smarter than anyone knows. And sometimes he just gets distracted thinking about what it would be like if he just leaned in and kissed her - she would probably hit him.

But still she lets him sleep in her bed.

This time the reason is less clear than the previous time - there is no storm, and it’s not even all that late. This time, he is just hanging out with her on a Friday night, and since they have standing plans for Saturdays, Eponine decides that he might as well sleep over instead of going all the way to his just to sleep.

He could never say no to that.

“At least we’ve figured out you don’t snore,” she tells him.

She’s changing into her pajamas in the bathroom, and he’s already in her bed, dressed in just his boxers - he’ll need his gym clothes tomorrow for the dance class they’re taking. He mentions one time how he likes to dance and she just runs with it.

“You get cuddly,” he blurts out.

Last time, he woke up with her arm wrapped around him - they have both been pretending that it never happened, but that can’t last forever. Especially not because he likes it a little too much.

“At least you won’t get cold,” Eponine steps out of the bathroom.

She seems to favor sleep shorts and a tanktop, and it is wreaking havoc on his nerves. Her long, bare legs possibly tangling with his under her soft sheets… And he’s only wearing boxers - he made sure to wear a shirt last time, even though he hates wearing clothes to bed. This is his normal sleepwear, and it’s scary.

“Won’t you get cold?” he makes it a point not to look at her too much.

“Says the guy wearing just boxers,” she responds quickly.

He runs hot, he knows that much, but any comment on it might take this night to a whole new level of awkwardness. So he just murmurs agreeably and pointedly does not watch her climb into bed next to him.

“Good night,” he whispers.

He knows he’s blushing in the darkness of her room.

“Good night,” she returns.

She sounds like she’s smiling.

THREE

It’s making them closer outside of the bedroom too.

He seems much more casual about his personal space, comfortable with her leaning into him a bit on his tiny sofa. She can poke him teasingly and he doesn’t even flinch away from her touch.

They have never been the touchy-feely kind of friends before, and people are noticing. Both Cosette and Chetta have asked her if she’s fucking him yet - she never even told them about the stupid crush and how hot he looks in just boxers.

She gets to see him in most states of dress and undress - he doesn’t bother changing in a separate room when she’s already seen him in his underwear. Maybe soon she’ll follow that lead, when she isn’t dreaming about how he’ll react when he sees her in her best underwear - she’ll be prepared next time so she’s actually wearing her best underwear.

Because once again she is not prepared to stay at his. Sure, she has a pair of emergency panties in her bag, but those are not made for him to see.

Once again she ends up wearing one of his gym shirts and no pants - the shirt is big enough and she likes the feeling of her mostly bare legs tangling with his in their sleep.

Her previously secret cuddling tendencies have become obvious to him, and while she is super subtle about untangling herself from him a few times each night, she’s sure he’s woken up with her wrapped around him at least once or twice. Still, he hasn’t said anything about that specifically - just like she has never said a word about those times when she was totally pressed up against his boner.

Friends keep awkward secrets from each other, right?

No one knows about their sleeping together, and normally she would be able to talk to her best friend about anything (even this weird relationship stuff), but now everything she wants to talk about involves him.

She knows what he looks like in the morning, the gravelly sound of his voice when he’s just woken up, and how he’s barely functional until he’s had a big cup of coffee. The usually so eloquent dork can barely form a full sentence for at least five minutes, and the full sleepiness only fades after a lot of coffee from his favorite mug (the one she gave him for his birthday two years ago).

It is getting so damn difficult to contain this stupid crush. She doesn’t want to fuck up her relationship with the best friend she’s ever had, but these feeling won’t go away.

The smart thing to do would probably be to keep her distance for a while, but nobody ever said she was smart.

Except for Enjolras.

Damn it, not helping.

FOUR

It’s gotten to the point where he sleeps better when she’s next to him, on her side of the bed, breathing softly and occasionally reaching out for him.

He used to sleep like a starfish in the middle of his bed, but now he sleeps on his side of the bed even when he’s alone, reaching for someone who isn’t there. When he’s alone, he fills her side with blankets and pillows so there’s something there at least.

Yes, he is fully aware of how pathetic he is.

It’s not just the loneliness - it’s her. It’s Eponine.

“It’s nice to have someone there,” he tells her one night when they hang out on his couch together. “It’s nice to have you here.”

Oh, any second now she is going to punch him in the face and walk out - he is getting way too close to revealing his stupid feelings for her anytime she’s around. This is not something that is usually said with completely platonic intentions.

His intentions are platonic, they really are. His dreams, the ones that will never ever come true, are the things that are far away from platonic. Sometimes he wakes up blushing, with her right there only miles away from where he wants her to be. She can keep cuddling him whenever she wants.

“I know what you mean,” is all that Eponine says.

And now his heart is about to pound right out of his chest, because she understands. But does she really? Or is she just scratching the surface?

But then she leans into him, curling up against him on his tiny little couch, and he no longer cares how much she understands. He just wants her to stay just like this.

He slips an arm around her shoulders and she slings her legs over into his lap, her head almost leaning on his shoulder. They are almost entirely wrapped around each other now, and while his body is screaming out at him to just make a move already, his heart is perfectly content for once.

Later that night, when they go to bed early even though neither of them appears even the slightest bit tired, she resumes her cuddling right away. Her bare legs tangle with his, and her arm is slung casually over his bare chest. She can probably feel his heart pounding underneath her fingertips.

“We always end up like this,” she whispers in the darkness. “We might as well own up to it and start out like it.”

He murmurs in agreement, too afraid that words will ruin this perfect bubble of happiness.

FIVE

It’s been a month of cuddling almost every night. Either he is already at hers, or she lets herself end up at his at the end of the night - sleeping alone has never looked worse when she has the option of sleeping in his arms.

People are starting to notice - Chetta showed up to her apartment a few times, and she either found no one there or both Eponine and Enjolras. And in those cases they’d barely managed to untangle themselves before Chetta barged in - if they made it in time at all, so Chetta had some things to say to Eponine.

Things that do not bear repeating - because obviously Chetta picked up on her stupid crush right away.

She still wants so badly, wants even more than she’s been lucky enough to get from him. Really, she should have learned by now never to ask for more, never to need more than she’s getting. She is Eponine Thenardier - she doesn’t deserve any of this. She doesn’t deserve a best friend who cares for her this much, who holds her through the worst parts and doesn’t mind her being all over him all the damn time even when the paint on her skin has barely dried.

Sure, she understands why that stuff makes Chetta think that the stupid feelings are mutual, but Eponine knows better than that. They’re just really close best friends - platonic soulmates or something. They are not a couple, no matter how often she dreams about that at night. Dreaming about something does not make it so - she has to remember that.

It’s just really hard to remember when they’re wrapped around each other and his hand has once again made its way under her top - he’s halfway to second base with her and he’s still sleeping! She only wishes he’d make a move like this when they are both wide awake.

The fact that he never will is what is keeping her up at night - the clock on the bedside table reads 2:43 AM. She is perfectly comfortable with his hands where they are, but her mind will not stop racing and making her read into this.

She has a momentary lapse of judgment, a moment of weakness that makes her shift in his grip so that his hand slips even higher up her shirt. One more shift, and…

Wait!

The tension in his body increases suddenly, and she knows she managed to screw everything up. He’s awake and he is just about to take his hands off her and never touch her again.

“I’m so sorry,” they both start at the same time.

Then, silence. He’s sorry? She should be sorry, trying to make him grope her in his sleep just so she can believe the fantasy for a little while longer.

He pulls his hand away slowly, so slowly that it’s almost a caress. She just can’t seem to stop the wishful thinking - she wants him not to be sorry for touching her, she just wants him to want her a fraction of how much she wants him.

“I know I crossed so many lines just now,” Enjolras is brave enough to continue.

Not nearly enough, actually.

“Not really,” she shrugs, trying to keep casual.

“You didn’t,” he stammers. “I mean. Did I - did you?”

She could step in, she should step in. But watching him squirm like this in the dimly lit bedroom has a whole different kind of appeal. Because it’s starting to seem like he is just as scared as she is, for all the same reasons.

“Did you want me to move?” he asks then, bold again.

“Not in the direction you just did,” she admits.

His eyes will be wide, probably, but she cannot tell. All she can do is wait for him to respond, to push them both over the edge they’ve been dangling on for what seems like centuries.

Slowly, his hand moves back underneath her shirt, as if waiting for her to protest. He is inches away from his goal when he stops.

“Just kiss me already,” she can’t wait a second longer.

He listens to her, as he always does.

[allons-y-to-hogwarts-713]

Newsies and Les Mis for the musicals thing!

Thanks, Katie! ❤️❤️

Newsies:

•the first song from this show I heard: sooo I was introduced to Newsies in high school chorus when we sang some songs from it and watched the movie at the end of the year, so the first song I heard from Newsies was I believe “Seize the Day"


•do I own the cast album?: I own the movie one but I don’t own the Broadway one YET, BUT I’m gonna order it… eventually… and I listen to it on Spotify a lot in the meantime


•favorite song: ALL OF THEM, HOW CAN I CHOOSE JUST ONE?!


•least favorite song: if I had to pick a least favorite, it’s probably “The Bottom Line,” but that’s probably only because I don’t know all the lyrics yet because I listen to the same few songs on repeat when I’m pressed for time and want to hear/sing certain ones


•favorite character: all of them???? Or at least all the newsies and Katherine… if I have to pick one, aaaaaaaaah, Crutchie


•least favorite character: Pulitzer, the Delancey brothers, and Snyder


•OTP: Jack and Katherine


•BROTP: Jack and Crutchie, Jack and Davey, or all the newsies and Katherine as one big brotp+


•NOTP: idk if I have one? Idk what ships there are so idk what I’d say nope to


•song I didn’t like at first but now do: I mean… “at first” for me was seeing the recording in theaters, where I loved them all. But when I started listening to the soundtrack, I didn’t play “Brooklyn’s Here” a lot because I wanted to learn the lyric changes in the songs that were in the movie first (and “Watch What Happens” and the reprise), but then I finally went back to it and love it again and now it’s in my playlists


•song I used to like but now don’t: N/A, but two I can’t really listen to a lot are “Santa Fe” and “Letters from the Refuge” (WHO MADE THE DECISION TO CUT THAT FROM THE SOUNDTRACK?!?!?) because I very quickly start crying


•is the fandom annoying?: I’m not really involved in it other than reblogging gifsets, so it’s not annoying to me


•do I read/write fanfic for this show?: nope


•favorite non-sung line: I have to watch it more to know, so for now I’m gonna say, “A girl? It’s a girl! How the hell? *is that even legal?*” within the context of the song and with Kara Lindsay’s line delivery


•favorite lyric: I have a lot, but the relatable one is, “huh, it’s a synch! It could practically write itself! And let’s pray it does… ‘cause as I may have mentioned, I have no CLUE WHAt I’m doING!”and also, just because for some reason it’s really fun to sing imo, “Here’s what I think, Joe’s a jerk, he’s a rattlesnake.” “You’re right! And you know why a snake starts to rattle?” “No why?” “'Cause he’s scared!” “Yeah right…” “Go and look it up. The poor GUY’S Head is spinNING! Why would he send for the goons? An entire army? Dozens of goons and the cops?” “You know, you may be right!” “Thank you, God!” “If he wasn’t afraid-” “Exactly! He knows we’re winning!”OH AND ALSO, “BeHOLD THE BRAVE BATTALion, that STANDS side BY side, too few in number, and Too proud To hide, and SAY TO THE OTHers who DID Not folLOW THROUgh, you’re still our brothers, and WE will fight fOR you!”And also, last one so this post doesn’t get even longer, “There’s CHANGE COmin’ once and foR ALL! You makes the front pAGE, and then you is MAAAjoor news. a NEW World is coMIN' for YOU, and Joe, we is TOO, 'till once and for AAAAALL YOU're Gone.“


•overall rating out of 10: 11/10

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Les Mis:

•the first song from this show I heard: either “One Day More,” “At the End of the Day,” or “Do You Hear the People Sing?” back in middle school chorus; I forget what we started with


•do I own the cast album?: I own the 25th anniversary cast album (not the concert one but the stage cast one, I think partly because it had more songs on it than the others I found and liked, but I have the 25th anniversary concert on DVD)


•favorite song: can I just consider it as one really long song and say all of it? Except…


•least favorite song: “Lovely Ladies”… I shouldn’t have heard that song as early as I did (or at least it was early imo in my otherwise pretty sheltered life), and I do know all the lyrics now but that doesn’t mean I like it, I was just to lazy or preoccupied by homework to skip it enough times that I learned the words


•favorite character: Eponine Thernardier because relatable


•least favorite character: the people that creep on Fantine. But as for characters whose names I know, I’m not the biggest Marius fan tbh, oblivious dude, and everybody else dies but he’s the one who survives because he’s got heart eyes for the adopted daughter of the main character. THEY EVEN KILL GAVROCHE BUT MARIUS GETS MARRIED. Forever bitter that Gavroche and Eponine die.


•OTP: I want to say Eponine and Marius, but she deserves better if he’s just gonna obliviously hurt her feelings that he doesn’t notice. Like seriously dude, you don’t have to feel the same way about her as she does about you, but can you at least acknowledge her existence and feelings and not make her take the letter you wrote to the girl you like and just crush her heart like that?


•BROTP: I don’t know if I have one for this 🤔


•NOTP: Marius and Cosette 🙄🙄🙄 (okay fine, they’re cute-ish and their songs together are great. But they’ve got the Romeo and Juliet pining and romantic mush minus their deaths, and the Romeo and Juliet type of romance just isn’t my thing. Romeo is like dudes like Prince Humperdinck except his Buttercup said yes 😍.)


•song I didn’t like at first but now do: “Stars” wasn’t my favorite at first, and I still sometimes have to be in the mood for it to listen to it, but I love it now


•song I used to like but now don’t: idk if there’s any I stopped liking


•is the fandom annoying?: not that I’ve experienced. Again I’m not really involved and AND I’M JAVEERT is funny to me


•do I read/write fanfic for this show?: nope


•favorite non-sung line: are there any non-sung lines? (🎶There’s no talking. All of the dialog is sung in a veRY draMATic FAAAAshion.🎶) I seriously can’t think of any off the top of my head. It’s been a while since I listened to it though so idk.


•favorite lyric: “EVERY WORD THAT HE SAYS IS A DAGGER IN MEEE!” (I probably have other faves that are more… thought-provoking I guess? But that one is just fun to yell-sing emotionally)


•overall rating out of 10: 11/10

(I love both of these musicals a lot, okay?)

(Also idk if I spelled everyone’s name right, but I’m gonna post now because I’m afraid the app might crash if I close it to look them up)

Thank you again, Katie! Sorry my answers got so long lol ❤️