like??????¿¿¿¿when the first few notes of Les Mis start to play and…..?? Ur. Heart. Stops. !!!!! And ur CHEST FEELS WARM AND LIGHT and tears ARE THERE!! And you’re like HOLY GOSH DARM DAMN!!!!!!! I am. Home. I AM HOME. i am home.
Jean Valjean left the town as though he were fleeing from it. He set out at a very hasty pace through the fields, taking whatever roads and paths presented themselves to him, without perceiving that he was incessantly retracing his steps. He wandered thus the whole morning, without having eaten anything and without feeling hungry. He was the prey of a throng of novel sensations. He was conscious of a sort of rage; he did not know against whom it was directed. He could not have told whether he was touched or humiliated. There came over him at moments a strange emotion which he resisted and to which he opposed the hardness acquired during the last twenty years of his life. This state of mind fatigued him. He perceived with dismay that the sort of frightful calm which the injustice of his misfortune had conferred upon him was giving way within him. He asked himself what would replace this.
I participated in compiling a fanart and poetry book for George Blagden’s birthday last year
(it was organized by the lovely Versailles fan group), and this was my contribution. My idea was to combine some of my favourite versions of him ^_^ I know that he got the book before his birthday and I hope this made him smile! <3
Did I ever tell you buds bout a discovery i came to? no? well lemme enlighten you.
It wasn’t until I watched the ‘72 adaptation where I noticed the revolutionaries were building the barricade partially from paving stones and I didn’t remember if that was accurate seeing as most adaptations just go for the furniture pile.
so turns out this is accurate. “twenty yards of pavement had been torn up” (its a really long quote but they were used to start the building of the barricade”
One of my favourite lines had always been “you are tearing up the pavements of hell!” […] “our barricade is built from good intentions.”
It’s obviously a play on “the road to hell is paved with good intentions” but realising that the revolutionaries actually tore up the streets to build the barricade makes that line SO MUCH MORE SYMBOLIC.
Basically Victor Hugo why do you make me feel things about PAVING STONES?
Everytime I see a poc Enjolras I’m just so happy because he’s canonically angelically beautiful (I can’t remember the exact line and I don’t have my copy on me apologies) and you know it’s nice to see someone that’s not white be seen as angelically beautiful (don’t get me wrong there are so many beautiful white people but there are also sO mANY BEAutiful POC!!!) and you know??? It’s just hella nice so yeah this is just a kind request to please provide the fandom with more poc enjolras, or if you could let me know where some cool poc enjolras stuff is? (you don’t have to i promise) thanks for taking the time to read this braindump.
so Enjolras was hit by 8 bullets right and that’s one for every one of the Amis that died. that obviously excludes Marius because he lived and it excludes Enjolras himself. in other words, Grantaire is included in those 8. in the end, the death of each Amis hits Enjolras equally. in the end, Grantaire means just as much to Enjolras as any of the others did. it just means a lot to me that in death Grantaire is finally valued for his loyalty and bravery and is just as vital a member of the Amis as anyone else
Part of me is like “Jean Valjean is the main character of Les Miserables and that’s very important and maybe the miniseries will remind people of that” and part of me is like “listen. I literally only care about Les Amis and would watch six hours just of Enjolras and Grantaire sitting in the same room doing nothing” so I’m a little conflicted
Montparnasse had everything he had ever wanted: a ship, a (mostly) loyal crew, a cavern full of the riches he had rightfully collected, and the respect and honor he deserved. That is, until that double-crossing bastard Thenardier threw him overboard in the middle of the night.
Jehan liked to watch ships as they passed but took special interest in the one that occasionally docked on the shore near their reef. The things that dropped from that human vessel were the most beautiful of their collection, gold coins and bits of jewelry. They didn’t expect one of those fallen treasures to be the handsome captain with the silk-and-honey voice.
how dare the les miserables finale make me feel sad and both so uplifted at the same time. no fair. musical finales are supposed to make feel either super sad or happy it’s not fair you can’t make me super sad and uplifted at the sometime what witchcraft is this