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Les Amis as lyrics from the musical “Les Miserables”

Enjolras - Life has killed the dream I dreamed

Grantaire - I am reaching, but I fall

Feuilly - And you’re lucky to be in a job.

Bahorel - Another brawl in the square

Jehan - Rain will make the flowers grow

Combeferre - Until the earth is free

Courfeyrac - A heart full of love

Bossuet - I’m doing everything all wrong

Joly - Your child needs a doctor there’s no time to lose


Marius - Can people really fall in love so fast?

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“Joly was studying medicine. He was two years younger than Bossuet.
Joly was the "malade imaginaire” junior. What he had won in medicine was to be more of an invalid than a doctor. At three and twenty he thought himself a valetudinarian, and passed his life in inspecting his tongue in the mirror.“

"Bossuet was a gay but unlucky fellow. His specialty was not to succeed in anything. As an offset, he laughed at everything. At five and twenty he was bald. He soon reached his last sou, never his last burst of laughter. Bossuet had not much domicile, sometimes none at all. He lodged now with one, now with another, most often with Joly.”

Those two are definitely married - Hugo’s OTP, I’m pretty sure! 8D

I don’t know why, but I always imagined Joly having straw blonde or even red hair and a lot of freckles, more like Marius in the 2012 movie version. But Marius always was black-haired for me so yeah xD

@thecoffeetragedy replied to your post: ☘️: A headcanon that I’m surprised more people…

… I want to see all the things about Grantaire and Feuilly living together except ? they never interact while within the walls of their shared rooms somehow. it’s sort of a Legend. Nobody’s sure if they really live together, not even them. you can’t even give one a message for the other, forget it, you’d have better luck tying a note to a rock and hoping you got the right window.

Various people (especially Joly and Legle) have crashed over at Grantaire’s rooms enough to know that SOMETIMES YES, Feuilly is there instead! But they’ve never seen the changeover happen. But Grantaire is Gone, and Feuilly has Appeared, like…probably some natural event, says Bossuet, who’s really intensely a city boy.

pilferingapples  asked:

Courfeyrac's family is very distantly related to Legle's , but Courfeyrac's ancestors managed to get The Curse restricted to hats, and thus he will never be able to keep one.

AHAHAHA. Sure, why not! I wonder how The Curse got started. Some ancestor Lesgle pissed off a wizard in the middle ages or something. The de Courfeyrac ancestors were merely cousins many times removed at that point, so the Curse was very much diluted.

(Although I think my fic La Saint-Sylvestre begs the question: Is it Courfeyrac who is cursed, or just the hats he happens to own?)

  • Les Amis as an internet squad called Les Amemes
  • They all have popular tumblr blogs
  • When you follow one of their blogs, the rest of Les Amis’ blogs pop up in the recommendations because they’re so tightly woven together by their love for memes
  • Since Grantaire is an artist, half of his blog is a collection of crude drawings and paintings that look like they were made by a preschooler with a sinister sense of humor, and the other half is equally as terrible
  • Feuilly posts those memes made by twelve year olds with the blocky white text and general lack of humor. Grantaire, sensitive about memes, scorns Feuilly for this, but Feuilly insists his memes are hilarious. No one else seems to think so
  • Marius doesn’t really understand memes/know how to play them correctly, so he mostly reblogs things from Grantaire, as he seems to be the one with the most noble content
  • Courfeyrac posts Vines from all sections of the app. He posts cute animal videos, failed parkour, funny skits, and everything in between. As well as displaying the popular Vines, he employs internet archaeology skills to dig up Vines he thinks are worthy for his blog, and he usually makes that Vine explode with attention
  • Enjolras posts terrible government memes (much like the blocky style of Feuilly’s stuff), and he throws in the occasional rant here and there, too. People reblog his memes as a joke mostly, but his rants have caused some awakening within the meme community
  • Bahorel is the roasting extraordinaire. No one knows how he does it, but his roasts are the most perfect tastes of hell anyone has ever seen. Whenever someone comes at him, they’ll be sure to leave with an icepack for the burn Bahorel delivers. Some people just provoke him on purpose so they can see his roasting abilities discharged on them, for a good laugh. Even in real life, Bahorel is a straight up savage to the rest of Les Amemes, but he’s always useful for driving away bullies.
  • Bossuet is definitely the shitposter. You can usually find him at night, keysmashing and asking impossible questions into the void. His followers are a bit concerned about him, but his posts are nothing less than superb. He frequently engages in brawls with followers who don’t understand that his content is purely satirical and meant for entertainment purposes, but through those brawls he still retains that shitposting skill, and frustrates his opponents beyond belief. He’s somewhat of a legend within the Les Amemes fanbase
  • Jehan doesn’t really post memes all that much, but he makes up for it by broadcasting cute posts of all varieties. From baby animals to selfies with flower crowns, Jehan is sure to keep people entertained and smiling at their screens. The few memes he does post are truly wholesome and pure. He’s a favorite among the fans
  • You can always trust Combeferre to be on top of the puns, mostly intellectual puns, but he claims that every pun is intellectual. He’ll oftentimes leave you staring at your screen in anger because you see what he did there
  • Joly, like Marius, is clueless about memes, and somewhat disinterested, so he reblogs stuff from everyone, throwing in the occasional kitten picture here and there. He’s more like the moral support of Les Amemes
  • Grantaire has the most followers, being the most avid about memes (Jehan is a close second on the follower count, as no one can argue that his content is positively adorable, and just follows him regardless of whether or not he posts memes)
  • Because Enjolras’ memes are nothing notable (besides some of his well-formed rants), he enjoys printing out t-shirts and other merchandise for an online store he set up. Believe it or not, he draws in a lot of business, and has organized several meet and greets and other events for the fans, most of which end with Grantaire draining the storage from peoples’ phones by taking tons of selfies
  • Each year, Les Amemes compete for the title of “Meme Queen”, where their followers vote. They even have a whole blog devoted to the campaigns. Grantaire is inordinately competitive about it, but the crown usually goes to Jehan because the entire fanbase finds him extremely sweet, even though he doesn’t post too many memes.
  • can you imagine the discourse
  • Frequent meme wars
  • They kind of become a meme themselves

bootsssss  asked:

ExR, "people lie all the time." OR Theodule/Montparnasse, "quit it or I'll bite."

“I will say this much,” says Grantaire, as the would-be-revolutionary they’ve all been listening to fades away into the audience. “That man deserves a place in the theater. He can play at tears better even that the mademoiselle we saw play Eurydice last night. He might do better with someone else’s script; the one he delivered for us today was a tedious affair. Perhaps his tears were born of boredom at hearing his own dull screed.”

“Peace, friend.” says Lesgle. “The one we’re here to see speaks next.”

“Having heard the weeping philosopher, is the laughing one to follow?” asks Grantaire. “That fat man over there would make a credible Epicurus.”

Legle shoves an elbow into his side. It isn’t enough to really hurt, which is how Grantaire knows the man is fond of him.

Lesgle points at a pale wisp of a man making his way to the center of the room. No, man is likely giving his years too much credit.

“A pretty child,” he tells Lesgle, “and like all pretty children he should be at home with his mother and his dolls.”

“He speaks more like a man than a child,” says Lesgle, with unusual seriousness, “and more like an angel than a man. He may convince even you.”

Grantaire snorts. “I don’t think we’ve heard one man yet who has managed to even convince himself. The lot of them are cheats and liars, and not even as good at it as the fellows I play cards with.”

“Enjolras is honest,” says Lesgle. “Not everyone is as cynical as you. He believes, and he speaks his truth.”

“Truth.” Grantaire laughs at that, loud and coarse enough that a few heads turn to glare at him with disapproval. “The word has no meaning. Bossuet, my eagle of Meaux, people lie all the time.”

“Not this one,” says Lesgle. “Listen.”

And Grantaire does.

The angel-child’s voice is as pretty as his face. Grantaire has decided to despise him. But when he’s done speaking Grantaire must admit two things: he isn’t bored, and there may be such a thing as an honest man.

anonymous asked:

Why is it so significant that most of les Amis are from the south?

  Aah I’m so glad you asked!  

First I just want to clear up for my fellow translation-dependent readers that “the South” isn’t quite what Hugo says– he says they’re from “the Midi”. It’s a totally understandable translation and gets across a lot of what’s intended, but it’s not quite the same thing– a bit like an American historical reference about “the Deep South” instead of “ The South”, in that there’s some specificity and nuance there. So really, I’m going to be talking about why the Amis are, except Legle, from The Midi.  

TL, DR;  The Amis being from the Midi is another contextual clue/reminder of how much political turmoil France is going through in canon era far beyond what happens to the characters we follow, and another nod to the Amis in general *not* being naive or ignorant of the danger of what they’re doing **It may also be an attempt to remind Hugo’s contemporary readers that the South, which seems to have fallen into a stereotype of being reactionary or monarchist, was also home to very devotedly republican thinkers and activists.

Going on!:   

Like so much about Les Mis, it has its roots in the French Revolution. The Midi was the home of some of the earliest and most passionate revolutionary groups–there’s a reason the theme of the Republic was “ La Marseillaise ”, after all.  Volunteers, agitators and organizers from the Midi were some of the most active, involved–and violent– in the early phases of the revolution, on the ground level if not always at the level of elected leaders. ***

And people of the Midi were also some of the most active, involved–and violent– in the counter-revolutionary movement, from the earliest days on. 

And “on” very much means into the 1830s.

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frecklegalaxies  asked:

Please please please can you write anything about joly/bousset/musichetta bc they are the bestest ever and there is not enough writing about them to fill the boulder sized hole in my heart. Thanks I love your writing have a nice day

Absolutely!

Okay, my headcanon is that the chess matches in the Joly-Legles-Musichetta household are the most intense chess matches ever.

But like… Joly’s the only of them that actually likes chess.

Joly grew up playing chess at home, especially with his grandfather, and when his grandfather passed away Joly inherited his old chessboard (never mind that he already owns two – but ones just cheap plastic and the other’s a travel set, that barely counts, he would argue).  This one is an absolutely gorgeous thing, all heavy wood and super intricate pieces – rooks that look like towers with little dragons curling around them and knights astride rearing pegasi and queens in flowing carved dresses with upraised swords.  It was damn pretty, okay?  So of course Joly is super excited to sit and play with someone… except no one plays chess.  Most of his friends either hadn’t learnt or weren’t committed to an entire match.  Bossuet resignedly played one game but Joly gets really into it and it ended up being a metaphoric bloodbath, with Bossuet’s poor underlings wasting away in Joly’s POW camp (one of Musichetta’s gladiator sandals on the virtue of it looking sort of like a cage) as Joly reigned supreme.

Joly just looks so forlorn though, casting his unused chessboard wistful glances like it was some forsaken lover, so Musichetta finally gives in, sits Joly down in the middle of the living room floor, and agrees to learn how to play is silly game.

Mind, Musichetta is not the sort of person who likes chess.  She’ll tell anyone that any day of the week.

What she is though, is the sort of person with a serious competitive streak.

Bossuet likes to sit on the couch and record their matches because never has he heard a chess match that involves quite that much yelling or general pawn abuse.

And for a while it stays like that and everything goes well, even if it becomes normal for a partially played chess match to be left out on the floor of the Lesgles-Musichetta-Joly household.  Until one day Musichetta and Joly are trying to one up each other out of a nasty stalemate when Musichetta mentions “…It gets kinda dull like this though, doesn’t it?  I mean it’s just running up and down one board, doesn’t it seem a little useless?

Now that, that was the wrong thing to say because Joly is exactly the sort of person to stop then and think yeah, actually, you know we could fix this…

That day Bossuet comes home and sees all three of Joly’s boards set up so the very corner of each board touches, making a triangle, therefore leaving both teams with a “homebase” board, one board of no-man’s-land, and only the interconnecting corners and bridges to make a break for the next board.  It’s a mess and definitely more entertaining to watch than late night TV so Bossuet sits and acts as commentator as they vie for dominance in no-man’s-land.

Except it doesn’t end there, heaven forbid.

Not long after that, Jehan is woken one morning with both Joly and Musichetta standing at their doorway asking if they happen to still have that chess board they’d bought once in a fit of poetic impulse (There had been a point in time when chess had struck them as quite poetic and rich in metaphors.  The dichotomies!  One side against another, black and white tiles, no shades of grey and yet a board’s worth of ambiguity where pawns of both sides fall  by the hands of invisible players and stifling laws of engagement!  Unfortunately, shortly after that Jehan had learnt exactly how stifling these “laws of engagement” were and promptly discarded the game for slightly more exciting metaphors that involved less chin-scratching and painstaking tactics.) So Jehan had innocently agreed that they could borrow his board, but didn’t they have more than one at their apartment?

Well, someone else might sense that things are getting a little out of hand, but not Bossuet who happily sat on the couch and heckled his datemates.  “What happens if a bishop changes square colour by crossing onto another board?”  “Wouldn’t it be better if the pawns just revolted?”  “What would happen if the squares on the chessboards were different colours though?  Can we have rainbow boards?  Like Pride chess?  Where everyone is a queen?”

This continues to very slowly escalate and escalate (or perhaps degenerate and degenerate) until Bossuet comes home one day and stops dead.  At the center of the living room is Joly’s beautiful, carved chessboard. There are also no fewer than four other chessboards scattered around the room… and a Sorry board, and a snakes-and-ladders board, and a veritable maze of black and white paper squares cut out into wildly shaped pathways that connected the various boards.  There were squares on the couch cushions, vertically up one wall (with several pieces balanced on them with wads of sticky-tack), winding all the way under the kitchen table, and around the armchair’s legs. There were jury-rigged pully systems.  There had to be at least six boards worth of chess pieces in play.  And Musichetta and Joly sat in the middle of this debating whether or not rooks had to go backwards if they landed on a red square.

At this point Bossuet finally caves and agrees that if this is how you play chess, he wants to learn.

Chess is that national pastime in the Musichetta-Joly-Lesgle household, both respected and feared by outsiders.

anonymous asked:

In regards to Hugo and his name puns....would you be able to make a masterlist of all of them? (the known ones at least). if you have the time :3

WHOOOWOW that  is a big order 
But here, I have done what I can !

Notes: This is more or less in the order of character appearance.I’ve only included puns and references , not direct translations or name meanings (like “Felix” meaning “lucky”).  I also haven’t sourced everything, because then I would really take forever answering this’; I’ve tried to get SOME sources linked in; if there’s any source someone’s especially curious about, let me know and I’ll add it. 
ALSO I am in NO way saying this is a complete list of references or puns. I know right now Im’,  missing some really good references about Fantine and Eponine!   It is possible it will never be complete. But if anyone would like to help complete it, and sees a reference or a joke I’ve missed, please message me and let me know!  I want to know about these things too! 
Anyway. Here goes: 


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anonymous asked:

on the post about the amis and privilege, you say of them really have true privilege because of the oppressive regime, but then someone responds that grantaire is extremely privileged, so now i'm confused? is grantaire much more wealthy than the other amis? does he have some sort of social privilege that the rest of them don't have? i haven't read the brick so i'd like to know more!! thank you!!

Oh, okay! I think you mean the expanded conversation here? It sounds like the confusion is over the fact that different sorts of privilege are being discussed in the conversation.  Let me see if I can clear it up!

My (original) post is, or at least is meant to be, not so much about the Amis and privilege per se as the difference between their era and ours, and one of the (Grantaire-specific) ways it makes translating their particular group dynamics into a modern setting tricky (in this case, the constant threat of institutional violence to every member of the group, including Grantaire, whatever his professed politics).  The comparison I was making was between their situation and that of people in a modern, democratic society not currently in civil war. The basic point is that just translating them into modern middle-class university students doesn’t work for also translating their political involvement, etc. 

But privilege is relative, always, and signified in different ways and with different advantages across history and all. So while none of the Amis have the privilege of life in a (peaceful) democratic society, they do all have certain kinds of privilege WITHIN their society–and because privilege means different advantages and different expressions in different cultures, that’s also hard to translate, which (I think– @edwarddespard, correct me if I’m wrong!) is what Despard was touching on with her part of the conversation.

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tbh “Valjean24601″ totally sounds like a last-effort user name 

“Jean? No, okay, of course Jean is taken. Uh, VoilaJean? No? darn. Uh, JeanVoilaJean? Really?  Okay fine I’ll “try a number”, uh, Jean24? REALLY?? How many Jeans are there?? Voilajean34-OH COME ON. Fine, VALJEAN24601 but I have come to hate this site this site that always hated meeee”

(Javert is just reduced to rage shouting by the time he’s filled out enough of the profile to get to the username so he just types in ANDIMJAVERT and he doesn’t understand the point of the password or the Helpful Password Hint so it’s just DO NOT FORGET ME , DO NOT FORGET MY NAME) 

(Not even getting into the Amis here except of course Bossuet has to create a new username or account EVERY TIME HE LOGS IN and he’s running out of ways to spell Things That Sound Like Legle)

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Bossuet was a cheery boy who had bad luck. His specialty was not to succeed as anything. On the other hand, he laughed at everything. At twenty-five, he was as bald as a badger….He had erudition and wit, but he always misfired. Everything came to nothing on him, everything failed him; whatever he tried to achieve came crashing down on his head. If he tried to chop wood, he cut his finger. If he found a mistress, he very soon discovered he had also found a new male friend. At any given moment, some mishap would befall him; hence his joviality….He took bad luck in his stride and smiled at fate’s taunts as though they were terrific jokes. He was poor, but his fund of good humor was inexhaustible. He was very soon down to his last sou, never to his last laugh. When adversity came calling, he cordially greeted that old acquaintance; he was on very good terms with catastrophe; he was so familiar with the twist of fate that he called it by a nickname.

anonymous asked:

Where does the fanon of Bossuet being dark-skinned come from ? I've seen some AMAZING poc actors fancast as Bossuet and it is a happy, happy thing. But how did fandom arrive at this collectively? Is he described as dark-skinned in the brick and I missed it? I love this thing yes but i'm curious

I’m honestly not sure!  It was like that when I got here a year ago, so it’s definitely something that was established either pre-movie or very soon after the movie.

Does anyone else have any idea?