oh valjean

jean valjean modern day headcanons bc i don’t see it often

  • owns 5 dogs, all were once strays that he found
  • raising cosette with 5 dogs.. can u imagine… it precious 
  • one of the dogs is called ursula. when marius finds that out, he dies
  • he has such a guilty conscience for his past, he tries his best to give to charities when he can 
  • can u imagine big strong jean valjean, holding hands with tiny small cosette… precious
  • started greying when he was 30 
  • always has mints and butterscotch in his pockets 
  • always was down for tea parties with cosette, tiara and everything 
  • he is the hot single dad 
  • once went on a blind date with javert… it went well but jvj had to go earlier and he forgot to split the pay like he said he would… javert is bitter policeman neighbour and jvj can’t understand why he won’t call him back
  • probs makes the worse dad jokes, an example: 

cosette: ‘can you draw me a bath please?’ 

jvj: ‘*already laughing as he grabs the pen and paper*’ 

feel free to add some??

So there are these two guys I go to school with who went to high school together and played Valjean and Javert in their high school’s production of Les Mis.

Today in choir, “Valjean” was going to sing for the choir, and he starts out with his guitar and starts doing “I Want to Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles.

He gets maybe one verse in when “Javert” bursts through the door with “Valjean at last we see each other plain….”


And then at the end they stare at each other before saying “This is dumb…why are we fighting….?”

And then the two pick up with the rest of “I Want to Hold Your Hand”. 

It was possibly one of the greatest things in the history of ever.

And the best part is that I was one of the only people who knew what would happen, because I walked in on them rehearsing and lay on the floor and played Fantine post mortem.

anonymous asked:

Officially mad at you. After you reblogged that stuff about the cow licking bread, all I see are poems about the cow. Like, it was cute at first but now it's just getting ridiculous. Not sure if it was always there and I just noticed it because it was YOU or if you began the trend yourself.

My name is Sam
Do not blayme me
For thys bovynne
Blayme @poem-for-your-sprog insted;
I just riblog

And lik the bred.

anonymous asked:

Fantine didn't die, just got really really sick. When cosette was older and she was released from the hospital, she went to see her and ValJean. But there were more: almost a dozen boys and a couple of girls. Instead of asking them where M. VJ could be found, she takes them with her. One big happy family. (Also, you can't tell me that Fantine and ValJean wouldn't bicker "that's the wrong bread. Damn it, Fantine, this is why our marriage is failing")

Aaaawww yiiiiiiis ;-; ♥

Okay, maybe it’s not ALL the 12 barricaders in there, because some of them came from wealthy families. But there is definitely three little boys in addition to Cosette, Eponine, and Azelma.

The first boy, the youngest, is Gavroche. He’s three, maybe four, no one knows because the Thénardiers did not bother to keep track. When Gavroche was asked to pick a birth date to celebrate, he chose April 1st. He’s a lively pup, always running around, inventing new games. Constantly covered in dirt, which Fantine sometimes scolds him for.

The second boy is a little withdrawn. He’s around 13. His angel face hide deep-seated issues about self-worth. He calls himself Montparnasse, and Fantine doubt he ever had any other name. She catches him stealing from Valjean one night. Montparnasse freezes. What’s it going to be? The belt or the rod? It’s neither. Fantine gives him a cup of milk sweetened with honey, tells him he does need to do that anymore.

The third one is more a young man than a boy. Feuilly is 16, far older than his new found siblings. He takes on the role of protector, holding Gavroche’s and Azelma’s hands at the marketplace. He makes dolls for Cosette. He wants to pull his own weight very early on, but Valjean insists on him learning for now. And oh boy Feuilly loves learning


Lin x Reader

Uh, hi. It’s been about…4 weeks? Since I posted an actual fic of my own? I just finished my first year of college and it has been a stressful set of weeks, but it’s summer now so I’m going to try to be more active. Ps. I suck at titles. 

Thanks to @angeilca-s for being great and helping me through the writers block that has plagued me, being my second set of eyes, and just kind of being the absolute best.

Warnings: None, other than the fact that I can’t write without including swearing and some very slightly implied smut but it’s all joking.

You were pissed. Practically fuming in annoyance and you speed walked your way from your apartment to your best friend’s. A walk that would normally take about 20 minutes was cut down to about 10 as and before you knew it you were walking right through his front door, not bothering to knock because you never needed to.

“I’m done. I’m fucking done with guys. My life is over” You exclaimed, walking in and flopping down on the couch. Lin walked in the room, laughing lightly at your dramatic entrance, two beers already in his hands.  

“Hello to you too,” He handed you one before sitting down next to you, “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“You know that guy? Greg? Yeah, we went on our date, if you can even call it that-”

“Greg. Is that the one from Tinder? Or Match? Famers Only?”

“Oh shut up! Tinder. I only use Tinder,” He only raised his eyebrows in response, making you role your eyes. “Can I vent? I came here to vent.”

“You’re right, I’ll shut up.” He gave you his usual smirk and took a sip of his beer.

“Greg seemed like a decent contender, he didn’t seem like he was just like all the other gross, horny guys on Tinder. He took me to dinner and then we get to my place and he tries to have sex! Why can’t I just meet a nice guy who isn’t thinking with his dick? I’m getting too old for this crap.” You sighed, taking another drink of the beer. The irony of the situation was not lost on you. The fact that the only reason you were even attempting these dumb dates was because you loved your best friend, not that you would ever tell him that.

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  • Javert: "Oh, do me a favor? Peel this apple for me? Please?"
  • Valjean: "......No! No, I'm not gonna peel an apple for you!"
  • Javert: "Bu-But the French Government always does it for me."
  • Valjean: "Why does the french government peel your apples for you...?"
  • Javert: "It doesn't like it for me to eat the apples with the skin on it! It says the skin's loaded with toxins!"
  • Valjean: "Okay, well, good news, the government's not here."
  • Javert: "I know, it's not here, and that's why I need you to do it for me, please."
  • Valjean: "Oh, Jesus, Just eat it with the skin on."
  • Javert: "**I don't like to eat it with the skin on, I'm not ALLOWED, Valjean! I'M NOT ALLOWED."
  • Valjean: "Oh.... My god. Alright."

it is very important to me that cosette is actually the strongest shortest and fattest of the amis, i mean imagine 

  • beanpole marius trying to pick her up but failing miserably and she just giggles and picks him up instead 
  • arm wrestling tournament with a crushed bahorel(and valjean standing in the bc shining with fatherly hunk pride) 
  • training to be a ballet dancer bcs it’s cute but can actually c r u sh a man’s head between her thighs 
  • tiny marius seeing tiny cosette carrying stuff w valjean and running to his friends comparing her to a godess 
  • javert living w valjean n her and being sUPER FRUSTRATED at being the weakest in the household 
  • eponine n chetta n cosette n jehan going shopping and she carries all of their bags 
  • everyone expects cosette’s room to be filled with flowers and mariah carey posters but it has a lot of weights(as well as the posters and flowers, of course)

like im so tired of lythe skinny cosette pls give me all of the fat cute and deadly cosettes

hatarlakrits opened up commissions recently, and so of course, I asked for some cute Teevert and Valgleeson nonsense. an 800-word rant about their performances and a few days later, I get this!!! and it is!!!! so perfect!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve been ranting to let-it-be-extraordinary about it for ten minutes already, somebody save me from my emotions

Oh god, I forgot to mention

So during who am i, when Valjean makes the big reveal of ‘who am I? 24601!!!!!!’ He takes off his hat… and his wig

Like that’s how they reveal it, no exposure of the chest or some other way that will make no one question if he really is Valjean or not

He takes off his wig, stands there with hat and hair in hand and a bald head, and everyone is certain it’s gotta be that culprit valjean