where jean valjean was there happiness was

Y'know sometimes I go through a period where I forget how much I love the brick, and then one day I’ll suddenly be reminded and I just get filled with the pure joy and happiness that comes from Good Old Vicky’s Ridiculously Long Chapter Titles ™ and Javert’s Drama™ Queen personality and the amount of ExTrA™ contained In everything Enjolras says and I get overwhelmed by how much I mcFreaking LOVE this goddamn weirdass French novel written by a 19th century artsy Fuckboy

A Summary of Les Mis Songs
  • Look Down: *rhythmic and dramatic grunting*
  • At The End Of The Day: everyday is a shit day
  • I Dreamed A Dream: life goals
  • Lovely Ladies: the immediate shielding song (but so catchy)
  • Who Am I: i must question who i am. i am a number.
  • The Confrontation: surprise bitch. bet you thought you saw the last of me.
  • Castle On A Cloud: dream house
  • Master Of The House: LET'S GET TURNT
  • Stars: i must get the bread man
  • Red/Black: pretty boys who sing about justice
  • Do You Hear The People Sing: WE'RE GONNA WRECK SHIT. FOR THE PEOPLE.
  • In My Life: cosette, you're such a lonely child
  • A Heart Full Of Love: hi girl behind fence i like you
  • On My Own: notice me senpai
  • A Little Fall Of Rain: i like you marius. *dies*
  • Bring Him Home: i need to make cosette happy this boy seems to do it
  • Empty Chairs at Empty Tables: where are my friends. oh they're dead.
  • Epilogue: *intense crying*

thelittlegoldenboy  asked:

trans marius headcanons? also i headcanon marius as having a cat even though he's allergic (he loves them too much to not have at least one at all times)

god that cat headcanon makes me Emotional

but yessss trans marius 

  • when he leaves his home he’s not out yet to any one, he knows he’s a boy and he’s closeted 
  • it’s only when courfeyrac finds him does he become more comfortable expressing his feelings
  • he tells courfeyrac first and eponine and he eventually tells the others
  • it’s such a relief to him to be referred to as the correct pronouns after being dead named for so long and he cries because he’s so happy
  • he meets cosette and she’s so loving and kind and They’re In Love 
  • jean valjean calls marius ‘son’ (cue embarrassing moment where marius replied with ‘yes, dad?’) 

knowing you by heart [my favorite fictional fathers & daughters]
↪ Jean Valjean and Cosette Fauchelevent, Les Misérables

Fate abruptly brought together, and wedded with its resistless power, these two shattered lives, dissimilar in years, but similar in sorrow. The instinct of Cosette sought a father, as the instinct of Jean Valjean sought for a child. To meet, was to find one another. In that mysterious moment, when their hands touched, they were welded together. When their two souls saw each other, they recognized that they were mutually needed, and they closely embraced.

She loved her father…with all her heart, with a frank filial passion which made the goodman a very welcome and pleasant companion for her. … When she had come up to him after a good chase after the butterflies, she would come up to him and breathless and say, “Oh! How I have run!” He would kiss her forehead.

Cosette adored the goodman. She was always running after him. Where Jean Valjean was, was happiness. … The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; …he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being.

I’m sick of Cosette being played by white women and Éponine being played by women of color as a shorthand to indicate their social classes.

Cosette becomes wealthy, but Cosette is the daughter of a single mother factory worker who became a prostitute because she couldn’t otherwise afford to care for Cosette. Cosette should be played by a woman of color, as we acknowledge the struggles of people of color, even if it makes the audience see her as less sophisticated, less of an appropriate love interest, and less of a protagonist.

Women of color can be sophisticated, too. Women of color deserve to have people fall in love with them, too. Women of color deserve to be protagonists, too. Women of color deserve to end up happy, too.

If Éponine is the only woman of color, it creates a sense that she was already set to fail. Admittedly, she was never going to have a happy ending with Marius, but the problem lies with the shorthand. Color becomes a shorthand for ‘morally ambiguous,’ ‘not a love interest,’ and ‘not a protagonist.’

In fact, there are a whole bunch of roles that should actually be played by people of color. Javert, Jean Valjean, Fantine, Madame and Monsieur Thenardier, Montparnasse…

There’s no reason to pander to the existing toxic representations, not when a great deal of the story is about social inequalities and their rectification, and love, and not when we live in a world where we have the privilege of creating a better one in which no one uses these toxic representations.

Hugo, Victor. Les Misérables Volume II, Book IV, chapter II - A Nest For Owl and Wren, Signet Classics (Based on the C. E. Wilbour translation)

“It was in front of the Gorbeau Structure that Jean Valjean came to a halt. Like birds of prey, he had chosen loneliest place to make his nest.

He fumbled in his waistcoat and took out a sort of pass key, opened the door, entered, then carefully closed it again and ascended the stairway, still carrying Cosette.

[…]The little girl, with that tranquil confidence that belongs only to extreme strength or extreme weakness, had fallen asleep without knowing with whom she was and went on sleeping without knowing where she was.

[…]Cosette, without bothering to understand anything, was inexpressibly happy with her doll and her good friend.”

Hugo, Victor. Les misérables Tome II, Livre quatrième, Chapitre II - Nid pour Hibou et Fauvette, iBooks

“Ce fut devant cette masure Gorbeau que Jean Valjean s’arrêta. Comme les oiseaux fauves, il avait choisi le lieu le plus désert pour y faire son nid. Il fouilla dans son gilet, y prit une sorte de passe-partout, ouvrit la porte, entra, puis la referma avec soin, et monta l’escalier, portant toujours Cosette.

[…]La petite fille, avec cette confiance tranquille qui n’appartient qu’à l’extrême force et qu’à l’extrême faiblesse, s’était endormie sans savoir avec qui elle était, et continuait de dormir sans savoir où elle était.

[…]Cosette, sans s’inquiéter de rien comprendre, était inexprimablement heureuse entre cette poupée et ce bonhomme.”