all the amis meet up in the afterlife and it’s tearful and they all try to comfort enjolras but courfeyrac, in the midst of this, does a headcount and he just . ‘where’s pontmercy??’ and they all look around at each other and bahorel ’…….that motherfucker.’ and enjolras just 'are u Fucking Joking PONTMERCY IS ALIVE’
-marius and cosette’s wedding is very emotional for courfeyrac and he pretends to be crying tears of joy (which he is, but that’s besides the point) and everyone can kinda see the sadness there too and he’s just 'awe man i would’ve gotten the best suit’ and 'damn Right he doesn’t have a best man cause it’s ME SON. I’M THAT BOYS BEST MAN.’ and once he’s run out of jokes and his eyes are still teary and he just sadly smiles and 'i wish i could’ve been there, y'know.’
-valjean arrives and he has to find his family but the barricade kids are waiting there for him and they meet him and shake his hand just to thank him for his help in the revolution and courfeyrac makes himself be last and he thanks valjean for saving marius so he could have a life
-the day baby fantine is born courfeyrac is popping bottles 'THAT’S MY NIECE!!!!!! THAT’S MY NIECE LOOK AT HER BAHOREL LOOK SHE’S AN ANGEL!!! A TRUE GEM!!!!!!!’ 'jehan, i love you dearly, but this is truly the most beautiful girl in all of paris.’
-and they have a son named jean which makes jehan’s chest puff up a bit and courfeyrac is SCREECHING 'LOOK AT HIM! THE MOST HANDSOME MAN IN FRANCE! MY OWN SON, IF YOU WILL.’ and courfeyrac sees that the baby’s middle name is courfeyrac and he starts crying and he, “that- THAT’s MY NEPHEW!!!!” and he’s just . “do you think they can feel my love from here??”
-cosette passes away first and courfeyrac waits alongside fantine and valjean and he lets them have their reunion and once they’ve calmed down jvj draws attention to courfeyrac and courf just 'hello i know we’ve never met but i’m felix courfeyrac-’ and cosette lights up 'you’re Courfeyrac?? oh marius talks so highly of you it’s such a pleasure to meet you’ and courfeyrac is beaming and he thanks her for giving marius a good life and they hang out from time to time
-and like . an estimated 30 yrs later jvj and fantine and cosette and eponine and all the kids are waiting and marius shows up and all the kids are just SCREMAING at him like HOLY FUCK SON!!!!!! U GOT UR GAL!!!!! UR ASS GOT SAVED!!!!!!!!! and you can hear a 'MOVE, GET OUT OF MY WAY.’ and courfeyrac bursts through the cluster of boys and he jumps on marius 'HEY YOU FUCKIN GEEZER I MISSED YOU.’ and marius just squeezes him as hard as he can and god marius is CRYING and courfeyrac doesn’t let go of him for like 3 minutes until he remembers others are here to see him and courfeyrac waits semi-patiently for him to meet fantine and reunite with cosette and jvj then after marius rushes back to courfeyrac so they can talk because it’s been far too long and he missed his best friend
I don’t think that it is any secret how much I adore this man. I hope I do a good job of showing it and that I am always respectful of that. See, the thing is… he is gorgeous and takes on so many inspiring roles that fuel the flame of my creativity and inspiration. I am desperately in love with the characters of Newt and Marius. That is no secret. They are my muse… but Eddie himself will always be a man I highly respect and mean no harm to. I love that he is talented, funny, humble, compassionate and giving. I love that he is a father and a husband. I totally adore him with Hannah. He shows so much devotion in all areas of his life. So…. when I post pictures fawning over him I hope you all know that the respect I have for him is so deep and I would never treat HIM (Eddie himself) as an object for me to “use” while writing. In my mind - he and his characters are entirely separate. As a totally devoted Redmayniac I hope that shows. ❤
Hi. I hope you're having a good day! So quick question. I'm making a list of objects a vampire would have in their bedroom. It's for a sort of project. Could help by giving me some more ideas of objects, furniture, etc?
I THINK THIS HEAVILY DEPENDS ON THE VAMPIRE ITSELF, AND YOU MIGHT NEED TO TAKE IT ON A CASE-BY-CASE BASIS. Like, using VC dudes as an example? Lestat strikes me as a person who would have a hodgepodge of different time periods and art styles because he’s sentimental and fascinated by dumb shit. So I imagine a basic foundation/primer to the room as being set in his chosen time period or favorite style at any given moment (ie: late 18th Century ornate heavy antique w/ Victorian patterns everywhere vs. clean chic modern minimal), but with the most random bullshit sprinkled in over the years after countless trips to Walmart and IKEA. He does go on at length about how he redid the Rue Royale flat, and he talks a lot about his desk and stuff, but that strikes me as a singular project that he threw money at (also that he did to impress Louis anyway), and that was like 20 years ago. So I just always picture weird little shit sneaking in over the course of time to muddle the vibe, like:
I imagine any time he gets a new place that he makes it really pristine and beautiful and stylish but over the years he’s constantly seduced by random garbage and winds up totally cluttering his space because needs to have All the Things.
Louis says to him in IWTV “But you must have all the things you never had of life and make of immortality a junk shop in which both of us become grotesque” which heavily weighs on my opinion here LOL. As well as this.And this.
Whereas someone like Marius strikes me as being obsessed with order and aesthetic and would go out of his way for his room to be visually pleasing and perfect at any time, and would just redesign the whole room if he was feeling a new style. Like
Then Louis probably only needs a bedroom as a reading room and between Lestat and Armand I’m sure they’ve both, at various points, tried to impress him with super beautiful rooms that fell to ruin because he isn’t interested in that stuff. If it was up to him he’d probably just be like
But in reality there’s probably SOME semblance of order if he’s gonna be around others like
As far as objects go. Most of the VC vampires sleep in a separate lair, so bedrooms are kinda like quiet chillout spaces. I mostly think of them as being reading rooms. They’re also totally into creature comforts so. Basically you’re gonna need
Super comfy fluffy bed to read in
Probably a little sitting area
TV and stuff
Dressers/Wardrobes whatever. Lestat probably just uses an entire adjoining room as a closet.
Writing desk cause these motherfuckers are obsessed with talking about themselves
Of course, if they’re vampires who actually sleep in their beds you’d have to be sure the rooms are light-tight during the daytime, so you’d also have to have heavy drapes/shutters.
And just, lots of artwork! Vampires love that shit.
BUT YEAH I think this depends a lot on the vampire lore (I went to VC as a go-to cause it’s most familiar to me) and depends on the vampire itself. Like some vampires (Lestat) want to be all fancy and decadent and throw themselves dramatically across the velvet coverlet, other vampires are happy to have a more spartan reading/writing space (David or Louis), others are gonna just dig themselves holes in the ground and probably don’t even have a bedroom (Gabrielle and probably Mael lol).
Anyway lmao I saw a lot of hilarious potential vampire bedrooms during my google searching just now, it was wild. This might be a topic we need to return to.
Prompt: “I swear if you weren’t so attractive I would’ve punched in the face nine times by now.”
Summary: You and Lin have never gotten along. But then you’re Eponine and he’s Marius, and things start to change.
Warnings: swearing, arguing, kissing. i think that’s all of them - if there’s more please just let me know.
A/N: hi!! one of my lovely friends requested this and it was v fun to write. hope you enjoy it – Skye x
“Does he always talk this much?” you groaned, throwing your bag down on an empty seat.
It was Thursday, and Thursday’s meant longer rehearsals. You loved theatre. A different cast album blasting through your headphones every week, imagining yourself in all the different roles before finding yet another to obsess over. Recently it had been Les Misérables, which worked perfectly, because the theatre was performing it for the next show.
Mandy laughed next to you as you sat down next to her. Even though your characters didn’t interact at all, her being Fantine and you being Éponine, the two of you had grown close over the few weeks of rehearsals that had already passed. She’d quickly become one of your closest friends.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, Y/N, we’re in theatre club. Everyone talks like their lives depend on it.”
“Yeah, I know. But that doesn’t stop him being irritating when he does it.”
You were glaring at Lin. A few rows in front of you he was sitting with Chris and Karen, talking so loudly that you could hear him perfectly. And he did this all the time. Every single Thursday.
Mandy was looking at Karen, the two of them biting back smiles as they watched you glare at Lin like it was your favourite to do (and it probably was). You and Lin had met a few years ago, and you’d been arguing and glaring ever since. At first, you hadn’t minded Lin, but as he got bigger roles he’d gotten cockier and cockier.
Actually, at first you’d thought he was kind of cute. You weren’t alone in that, nearly every single girl (and probably most of the boys) thought Lin was attractive. He was. You couldn’t deny that no matter how much you wanted to scream at him on a daily basis.
Now, he had a big role again, and you had the role that was madly in love with him. Typical. Because of course Lin had gotten Marius, and of course you had gotten Éponine, and of course you had to be in love with him for an hour every night.
Éponine was one of your favourite roles. You had been thrilled to get her part, and even Lin-Manuel Miranda couldn’t dampen your excitement. Her character was devastating, but she was strong. At the beginning she wasn’t very important, just a friend of Marius’ who couldn’t seem to leave him alone, but then she came and performed one of the most heartbreaking songs in the entire show. There was no way in hell that Lin could take that away from you.
“Y/N! Time to do On My Own.”
You grabbed your bottle of water, taking a final drink before going up to the stage. You didn’t have much choreography after act one finished, since you weren’t doing anymore ensemble roles, but you still showed up to rehearsals in leggings and a tank top and one extra bottle of water. Just incase they decided to do songs that weren’t on the schedule.
Standing on the stage in front of everyone didn’t bother you, of course it didn’t, but some of the people didn’t like doing it when it was just the other cast members and not an actual audience, so there was always the option of going to the hall. When the stagehand asked if you wanted stage or hall you mumbled a quick ‘stage’ before finding your mark.
“What do you want?”
“Woahhh. Think you need to calm with that tone.” He glared. “I just want you to stand closer to the front of the stage so I can get more in character. Since I’m, you know, in love with you.” You could’ve sworn his eyes flickered with happiness before switching back to their usual annoyance.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
Lin put his script down on his chair before making his way out of the row. He took his time walking to the bit of floor right in front of the stage, where some freshman kid playing Gavroche would jump down during The Death of Gavroche.
“Take your time, Lin. It’s not like I have a song to sing or anything.” You said, an impatient tone pairing with the words as you began to tap your foot.
“Okay, is this where you want me?” He asked, standing on the mark for Gavroche. You nodded, turning to the stagehand to let him know that you were ready.
As the music began you quickly ran the lyrics through your head to make sure you definitely had them.
“And now I’m all alone again nowhere to go
No one to turn to
Without a home, without a friend
Without a face so say hello to
And now the night is near
Now I can make believe he’s here.”
You looked out at the room, watching Mandy silently cheering from her seat. Trying not to smile, you looked down at Lin instead.
“Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and then I’m happy
With the company I’m keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head.”
You walked closer to the front of the stage as the more recognisable part of the song began. Looking at the Lin the whole time you found your mark, a small ‘É’ on the stage in pencil, and listened for your cue.
“On my own, pretending he’s beside me
All alone, I walk with him ‘til morning.”
As you sang your lines, trying to embody Éponine and her feelings as best you could, your eyes began to close, as though you were really imagining walking in the streets of Paris with Lin.
With your eyes closed, you couldn’t see him staring at you in awe.
“Not too bad,Y/N. Not too bad.” Lin said as you walked down the stairs at the side of the stage. You rolled your eyes and mumbled a ‘thanks’.
You made your way back to where you’d been sitting with Mandy, she was still sitting, waiting for them to call Lovely Ladies, a song you were also waiting to be called for. Since playing Éponine meant that you weren’t on as her until near the end of act one, you had some ensemble roles during the first act. One of them being one of the women from the dock.
The whole cast was amazing, especially the ensemble and the people who done double roles, because they done so much demanding work and still got back up and done it again without complaining. Well, most of them did - you complained quite a bit sometimes.
You’d known from the second Mandy auditioned for Fantine she was going to get it. She had the ability to make anyone and everyone cry with her performance of I Dreamed A Dream, even herself sometimes.
Mandy was grinning as you sat back down next to her. You turned to her with a confused look but a laugh in your words. “What?”
“You were amazing,Y/N! Like, holy shit. I think you might be the best Éponine this show has ever seen.”
“Right, right, calm down, Mandy.” You smiled, taking her compliment in silence.
“It’s a shame you’re not playing Cosette, though.” you gave her a ‘please keep going that sentence’ look. “Lin looked so goddamn in love with you while you were up there.”
You burst out laughing.
“No fucking way! He hates me, Mands,”
“I’d say he doesn’t by the way he was staring at you.”
You kept laughing, trying to calm yourself but ultimately failing to, only stopped when you caught an embarrassed looking Lin staring at you.
It wasn’t a long look, but you locked eyes with him and couldn’t seem to pull yourself from it. They were warm and inviting, a deep brown colour that looked like it belonged in a painting of Autumn. You bit your lip gently and smiled at him, finally tearing your eyes from his. He looked away as quickly as he could.
Mandy was grinning again.
“Okay, Lovely Ladies next!”
“Let’s get this rehearsal done.” you murmured.
It was the last rehearsal before opening night.
Everyone was on edge, partly because of nerves and partly because of how much caffeine had been consumed in the last six hours. Choreography runs in and out of costumes, every song had to be done, mark placements had to be perfected (and everyone had to know where they were meant to be during every song). It was hectic.
“Right, A Little Fall Of Rain is next. Y/N and Lin, quickly please.”
You shot Lin a quick look before heading up the stage. It had been a week since Mandy had told you that Lin had looked head over heels during your run through of On My Own and since then, things had been quite awkward.
Once you were both up on stage, you turned your script to the right page, even though you knew all the words.
“Are we just singing it through or are we acting it as well?” Lin asked, also flipping pages until he got to the right song.
“Act it, this one hasn’t been done as often as the others. Right, you guys ready?”
“Wonder who’s fault that is,” he sighed under his breath.
“Excuse me?” You shot back quietly, letting him know you’d heard him.
“Guys, you ready?” The stagehand asked again, clearly growing impatient with both of you.
The music started as you positioned yourself in Lin’s arms. They felt strange, but nice around you, and you almost felt too comfortable in them.
“Don’t you fret, M'sieur Marius.
I don’t feel any pain
A little fall of rain, can hardly hurt me now
That’s all I need to know”
“And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow.”
You couldn’t help but be surprised when Lin looked genuinely upset as you sang to him, dragging a thumb across his face gently.
“But you will live, ‘Ponine, dear God above
If I could heal your wounds with words of love.”
“Just hold me now and let it be
Shelter me, comfort me.”
The rest of the song went quickly, Lin crying as you ‘died’ in his arms. It was acting, you told yourself, purely acting. Because Lin Miranda hated you. And you hated Lin Miranda. It worked, perfectly.
Except, you didn’t hate him quite so much. Not anymore.
“We need to practise that more,” Lin said, grabbing your wrist as you jogged down the stairs, trying to keep ahead of him.
“Yeah. Wonder who’s fault that is.” You replied, mocking his tone from earlier and ripping your wrist from his grasp.
“You don’t need to be a dick about it,Y/N!”
“Well you certainly were!”
Both of you stared at each other, anger seething. Even if you guys were notorious for arguing and glaring, it never got involved in the show, that’s where you’d both always drawn the line.
Everyone near you and Lin were awkwardly looking at each other as if to say ‘uh, what do we do here’. You shook your head and laughed gently.
“I swear if you weren’t so attractive I would’ve punched in the face nine times by now.”
“If I wasn’t so what?” He answered back, genuine shock on his face.
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know. You’re easily the most attractive boy in this goddamn school.”
“Oh, I am. Am I?”
“Yeah. You are you fucking dick.”
The silence in the room was painfully loud as you grabbed your bag and binder from your seat before storming out of the room. It wasn’t the first time you’d stormed out on him, but it felt like it. It was the first time it had felt real. After all, you had just told him that he was ‘easily the most attractive boy’. You cringed.
You found your locker after walking through to the hall, rage and regret still painfully obvious on your face. Shoving your bag into it for the next night. You knew you shouldn’t have stormed out, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t done it, and that everyone wasn’t staring at each other awkwardly, with no idea what to do. Trying not to think about Lin was a ridiculous plan. He was all you ever fucking thought about.
You sighed, leaning back against your locker and closing your eyes; trying to focus on anything other than what had just happened. It didn’t last long, the peace. You heard footsteps coming toward you, and without bothering to open your eyes to look, picked an angry tone.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Mandy.”
“Well that’s good, because I’m not Mandy.”
“What the fuck do you want?”
“Can you maybe, like, not snap at me every time you open your mouth?” You glared at him. “Just for a few minutes while I say some shit?”
“You always talk shit.”
“That, Y/N, is exactly the kind of snapping I was talking about.”
You rolled your eyes and slid down to the floor. “Fine. Go ahead.”
He sat down next to you, far closer than he would usually dare to. You tried not to look at him, knowing that if you did you’d lose every part of focus and resistance you had left in seconds.
Lin raked a hand through his already messy hair, the dark brown locks sticking out between his fingers. You caught yourself wondering how soft it was and pulled yourself out of it. See? Seconds.
“Well, you just shouted at me for a bit and then called me the most attractive boy you’ve ever met-”
“I said at this school.”
“Same thing. Anyways, I got to thinking-”
“Oh, yay,” you cut him off a second time, sarcasm practically dripping off the words.
“You promised not to snap.” He said, calm tone beginning to wear thin.
“I did no such thing.”
“Oh, my god, Y/N! Will you shut the fuck up for two minutes while I try to tell you that I like you?”
Lin looked nearly as shocked as you did at what he’d just said, dark eyes staring at you. Neither of you spoke for a few seconds.
“You, uh,” you began, a little lost for words. “You what?”
“Like you.” He whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear it. It wasn’t regret in his voice, though. It was surprise. Surprise that he’d actually just admitted it to both himself and to you, that he’d actually said it out loud.
“You’re such a dork. You know that, right?” You smiled, not really looking at him, but he was looking at you.
You leaned over and pressed your lips to his, gently at first, the warm feeling taking over your body. His lips tasted like sugar, sweet and addicting, and you let him make the kiss deeper as he moved closer to you. You’d never imagined this happening before, you had no idea what to expect, but you were sure that this was better than anything you could’ve expected. Ever.
He gently placed one of his hands on your cheek, his hands soft against your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, just to have him closer to you. The kiss wasn’t sexual at all. It was warm and gentle and the best damn thing you’d ever felt.
As you pulled apart from Lin, arms still around his neck, he rubbed his thumb gently over your lips. With your forehead still pressed to his, he could feel your shaking breaths as you smiled at him.
“Well, I never expected that.” You said softly, letting out a small laugh and biting your lip to stop the smile.
“I try to be a man of great mystery,” Lin answered back with the same softness in his words.
You laughed again, louder this time, and Lin nearly melted right there and then. You were so captivating. The way you bit your lip to stop smiles (oh, he had definitely noticed that), the way you laughed gently when you didn’t know how to finish a sentence, the way you were looking at him right then, love and happiness all over your face.
“I still want to punch you, just maybe less than nine times,”
“Aren’t you scared you’ll ruin all my attractiveness? Also, maybe?!”
“Nothing could ruin that pretty little face, Miranda.”
“Wow, we literally just kissed and you’re calling me Miranda?”
You only nodded. “I like you though, therefore it’s a term of endearment.”
“You like me?”
“I do, Lin. I do.”
“I imagine someday you’ll be saying that in a much different circumstance.”
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Éponine in "A Heart Full of Love" vs. Marius and Cosette's relationship
As nice as the three layered melodies in “A Heart Full of Love” might sound, I have begun to wish that the writers had not placed Éponine in that particular moment. She moves the focus away from Cosette and Marius and towards herself and her unrequited love. I’m not saying I don’t appreciate some dramatic contrast, but Éponine- an elevated supporting character- already has a whole song allowing the audience to empathize with her and her loneliness. Whereas Marius and Cosette, our alpha couple, whose love ties the entire story together by bringing Valjean to the barricades, never actually get a song or scene to themselves.
And this is the point I want to make: The audience is never given the chance to just be with Cosette and Marius and witness their happiness, their youthful excitement and sincerity. Not one scene or song actually stays in their perspective. There is always another voice. And that voice is in pain. That voice feels hurt by their relationship and doesn’t want them to be together, and the audience is drawn to that voice because that’s how contrast works. The attention is drawn to the thing that is different.
I will defend Jean Valjean’s voice in “A Heart Full of Love (Reprise)” as serving an important narrative function. Valjean is our protagonist, and his sorrow and reluctance at letting go of his daughter are a major part of his character arc. They cast a bitter note over proceedings as per the original novel. Valjean’s voice in “A Heart Full of Love (Reprise)” serves a purpose as he doesn’t get to verbally express that reluctance anywhere else. I understand the technical use of having his bitter note echo Éponine’s, but I personally think the reprise would work either way. It might even gain something from the echo being an ironic twist.
Ultimately, I think it’s a problem that the audience never gets to be alone with Marius and Cosette. The sour notes are always there, and it pushes a bias against their love story. How is the audience supposed to support this relationship when it’s never just shown as a good thing?