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rosepompadour · 2 years

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What would your favorite literary heroines do at Christmas? Tess would make some delicious cupcakes with a gorgeous sparkling frosting on them to give to all her friends 🧁💗 (merry christmas, darling!!)

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- Daisy Buchanan goes all out for Christmas, but in a really tense, manic way. Everything has to be perfect. On Christmas Eve, she puts on a glitter-dusted white velvet party dress from Croirier's with a matching cape and a fluffy sable muff, with white diamonds scattered in her hair. There's a twelve-foot tree covered in the sparkliest ornaments from the Louisville mansion, and more tinsel than the human mind can comprehend. She takes a preternatural interest in Pammy during this time, and insists on dressing her in cranberry-colored organza dancing dresses with layers of tulle. Tom gives her a $500,000 tiara that she knows is payment for some unknown misdeed. She crashes hard the next day.

- Tess Durbeyfield definitely makes cupcakes for Izz and Retty and Marian. She loves Christmas, but it’s the little things she likes the most: white hot chocolate with a sprinkling of fairy dust and pink heart-shaped marshmallows, snuggling up in a window seat to watch the snow fall in her favorite cozy knee-length socks, adding whipped cream to everything, picking winter berries with Liza-Lu, and dressing in an extra-fluffy candy pink cashmere sweater to go to the Christmas market.

- Costte still celebrates Christmas with the same wonder and enchantment she did as a child, when she left her shoes out for Santa. She tells Marius about The Doll, and he’s so moved by the story that he buys her a doll every year in memory of Valjean. But for Cosette, Christmas really means baking, and she is a champion baker. She spends Christmas Eve in a frilly apron, barricaded (...too soon?) in the kitchen, ignoring the pleas of the servants. She makes snickerdoodles and chocolate chip cookies, frosted gingerbread, and cinnamon cookies dusted with icing sugar and sprinkles. She insists on leaving a glass of milk and a choice cookie out in the spirit of the season, even though she’s too old to really believe.

- Estella Havisham is not a Christmas person. Pip once bought her a box of gingerbread for the holidays and she looked at him like he was handing her poison. Estella personally feels that Pip should be just as anti-Christmas as she is, considering his traumatic Christmas Eve on the moors, but he is infuriatingly festive and insists on mistletoe and holly and candles. Estella secretly doesn't mind the mistletoe, but she would never, ever tell him that.

- Natasha Rostova is the biggest snow angel in literature, so Christmas is a Very Big Deal for her. She dresses in powder-blue furs and sparkly diamonds in the leadup to the holiday, but on Christmas Eve she ties a satin ribbon in her hair and wears glittery silver stockings and ballet slippers that make her look like Clara in the Land of Sweets. Even though she lives in Russia, she still thrills at the snow, and she drags an amused Pierre outside to make snow angels and walk through what she views as an enchanted frosty fairyland. Pierre always buys her a box of sugared rose petals from her favorite sweet shop on the Nevsky Prospect, which she loves to munch on as she opens her presents wrapped in sparkly gold paper.

- Emma Bovary only likes the idea of Christmas. She believes it should be spent in sleigh rides through the Bois de Boulogne, dressed in a blush pink swansdown pouf of a cape as the horse dashes through the powdered snow, an ostrich plume bobbing from its mane. She wants to glide and twirl around the ice amongst the twinkling carousels of Paris as snowflakes dust her hair, followed by peppermint tea and lavender macarons at Ladurée. Since she has none of this, she sits in her bedroom staring out at the snow, looking miserable in her sugarplum-colored pajamas and blatantly ignoring Charles.

#letters #literature #marshmallow worlds

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aromantic-enjolras · 2 years

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Amis favourite musicals headcanons

Courtesy of me and @pumpkinspice-prouvaire and a late-night brainrot:

Bahorel’s favourite musical is ‘Hedwig and the Angry Inch’. They love singing ‘Sugar Daddy’ at karaoke nights.

Grantaire swears that his is ‘Sweeney Todd’, but it’s actually ‘Sound of Music’.

Enjolras loves ‘Billy Elliot’. Between ‘Solidarity Forever’ and ‘Merry Christmas, Maggie Thatcher’, is anyone surprised?

Courfeyrac only swears for ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’. He has dressed as Frank’n’Further multiple times for Carnival.

Combeferre really likes ‘Singing in the Rain’. The humour is just so clever!

Jehan’s is ‘Little Shop of Horrors’. Because of course it is.

Bossuet is fascinated with the Spiderman musical and its improbable series of calamities. It’s kind of nice to know someone has worse luck than he has.

Joly is a really big fan of ‘Cats’. And he won’t hesitate to hit you with his cane if you call it ‘horny’, ‘creepy’ or ‘cult-y’.

Musichetta votes for ‘West Side Story’. You can’t really go wrong with the classics.

Feuilly didn’t really understand the appeal, and then someone sat him down and made him watch ‘Cabaret’. Now he gets it.

Marius has the entire collection of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movies. He finds them really romantic.

Cosette loves ‘Chicago’. The ‘Cell Block Tango’ is her jam.

Éponine will deny liking musicals until her final breath, but when she has a bad day she blasts ‘Defying Gravity’ in her room. The only person who knows is Marius, but he’s sworn to secrecy: she has a reputation to uphold!

Hope you liked this!

#Les Misérables #text posts #headcanons #my headcanons #musicals #Bahorel #Grantaire #Enjolras #Courfeyrac #Combeferre #Jehan Prouvaire #Bossuet #Joly #Musichetta #Feuilly #Marius Pontmercy #Cosette #Éponine

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funkoenjoltaire · 2 years

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Merry Christmas from les amis de l'ABC!

Marius, Cosette, Bahorel and Jean Prouvaire decorated the tree while Grantaire played some Christmas songs :)

Special guests: Fantine and Enjolras ♥

#enjoltaire #les miserables #enjolras #grantaire #my stuff #custom funko pop #les amis de l'abc #funko pop #christmas

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kjack89 · 3 years

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Christmas Wish

Modern AU, E/R, established relationship, misunderstandings with a happy ending. Because sometimes you have to make your own entirely self-indulgent Christmas present :)

“A young boy has just come running out of the park...Let me see if I can get a comment...Did you see anything?”

“It's the real Santa! His sleigh can't fly cause nobody believes in him!”

“Now, this is feeling more and more like some kind of elaborate Christmas hoax.”

“Typical,” Combeferre said dismissively over the sound of Elf playing from the TV in Courfeyrac’s living room as all of Les Amis lounged around, ostensibly watching the film, which was one of their holiday traditions. “The mainstream media agenda at work, propping up a capitalist system by decreasing belief in Santa Claus.”

Grantaire snorted and shifted from where he was lying on the couch, his feet propped up on Bossuet and his head resting in Enjolras’s lap. “I realize that you deny nothing, which apparently extends to Santa Claus, but I don’t think you can dismiss lack of belief in the Big Guy as a media coverup.”

“Besides, all you need is to call it the ‘lamestream’ media and you’ll sound more like a QAnon supporter than anything else,” Jehan added blithely, ignoring the wounded noise that Combeferre made at the insinuation.

“You take that back—” he started, but Courfeyrac elbowed him.

“Shh,” he scolded, “I’m trying to watch.”

Combeferre rubbed his ribs and grimaced. “Right, because we haven’t seen this movie a hundred times before,” he muttered.

Courfeyrac ignored him as the kid in the movie flipped through Santa’s book.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Charlotte Dennon, New York 1.”

“Lemme see...Charlotte Dennon wants a ‘Tiffany engagement ring, and for your boyfriend to stop dragging his feet and commit already’!”

Courfeyrac cackled and for some reason twisted around to smirk at Grantaire. “Looks like the film writers cribbed from Grantaire’s Christmas list for that one,” he teased.

Most of the other Amis laughed at that, though Enjolras frowned, his hand stilling from where he had been running it through Grantaire’s hair. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, and Grantaire squirmed, trying to get Enjolras to resume stroking his hair.

Courfeyrac arched an eyebrow at him. “It means that you and Grantaire have been dating for, what, five years now?” he said, as if the answer were obvious.

“Off and on,” Enjolras said, feeling defensive even if he wasn’t entirely sure why.

“Right, so five years of dating, and you’ve been living together for two years now…” Courfeyrac trailed off and Enjolras just stared blankly at him. “Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

“Leave it alone,” Joly said, a little sharply. “Not everyone wants to be married and live in the suburbs with two point five kids, a dog, and a white picket fence.”

“Though to be fair, there is nothing wrong with wanting that,” Cosette piped up, patting Marius’s hand loyally.

Marius glanced at her. “Is the point five part of the kids negotiable at least?”

Bahorel cleared his throat. “Can we please,” he started, an unspoken threat clear in every word, “go back to watching the damn movie?”

Everyone fell silent, all remembering far too well the Sound of Music fist fight of 2016, where Bahorel took Jehan’s then-boyfriend outside to beat him up for mocking the movie. The rest of the movie passed in relative silence, and once it was over, everyone took their leave.

“Merry Christmas Eve Eve,” Courfeyrac said as he held the door open for Enjolras and Grantaire. Combeferre cleared his throat pointedly from behind him and Courfeyrac reluctantly added, “And, uh, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Grantaire said easily, giving Courfeyrac a one-armed hug before he and Enjolras left.

But Enjolras was not so quick to forget, and he was silent as they walked towards their place, the chilly December night lending itself better to walking than waiting for an Uber. After the silence between them had stretched for several minutes, Enjolras glanced over at Grantaire, who sighed. “Don’t,” he said warningly, and Enjolras scowled.

“Don’t what?” he asked defensively.

“Don’t even start.”

Enjolras’s scowl deepened. “I have no idea—”

Grantaire raised an eyebrow at him. “You weren’t going to bring up what Courfeyrac said?” he asked pointedly.

“No,” Enjolras said immediately, and when Grantaire just gave him a look, he sighed and amended, “Ok, yes, I was, but—”

“But Courfeyrac has a shitty sense of humor sometimes,” Grantaire interrupted with forced levity. “That doesn’t mean we need to ruin our Christmas Eve Eve by indulging his idiotic fantasies.”

Enjolras glanced at his watch. “Technically, it’s now actually Christmas Eve.”

“And that’s not the point.”

Enjolras made a face. “No, it’s not,” he agreed, hesitating before giving Grantaire a sideways glance. “And you’re not normally that rude about our friends. At least, not behind their backs. You’re plenty rude to their faces.”

Grantaire didn’t quite meet Enjolras’s eyes. “Yeah, well, our friends normally know better than to stir up things that they shouldn’t,” he muttered.

Enjolras seized the opportunity. “Since it has been stirred up—” he started, and Grantaire snorted.

“Hell of a segue.”

“—I think it’s something we should talk about,” Enjolras finished doggedly.

Grantaire groaned. “Must we?”

Enjolras gave him a look. “Is there a reason you don’t want to?”

“Answering a question with a question,” Grantaire said sourly. “That’s a neat trick.”

Enjolras nudged him. “So is deflection.”

Grantaire sighed. “Fine. The reason I don’t want to is because it’s Christmas. And we’re supposed to be, y’know, holly jolly and shit.”

“Holly jolly and shit,” Enjolras repeated, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Well that certainly captures the festive mood.”

But Grantaire didn’t seem amused. “You know what I mean.”

“So why do you think talking about this will ruin the holly jolly mood you’ve clearly gone to great lengths to cultivate?” Enjolras asked mildly.

“Because I don’t think this conversation is going to have the outcome you’re hoping for.”

Grantaire delivered the words bluntly, but Enjolras didn’t flinch. “Because you want us to get married and I don’t,” he guessed, less a question than a statement.

To his surprise, Grantaire barked a laugh. “No,” he said, with actual amusement, “quite the opposite.”

Enjolras stopped in his tracks. “Wait, you don’t want to get married?” he asked, a little stupidly.

“Absolutely not.”

Enjolras hesitated. “Like, you don’t want to get married to me, or you don’t want to get married at all?”

It was Grantaire’s turn to stop in his tracks, turning to face Enjolras, something urgent in his expression. “I love you.”

Enjolras looked warily at him. “I know, and I love you, too. But why—”

Grantaire shook his head. “I just don’t want you to go into this conversation that you insist on having with any kind of doubt in your mind about that.”

Enjolras’s expression softened. “I never would doubt that,” he said, tugging Grantaire close and pressing a kiss to his temple. “So you love me, and I love you, and like Courfeyrac said, we’ve been dating for years, living together for years...isn’t marriage the next logical step?”

“For some people, sure,” Grantaire said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean it needs to be for us.”

“Because you don’t want to get married.”

Grantaire arched an eyebrow. “Are you telling me that you do want to get married?”

“No,” Enjolras said, a little too quickly, and he winced. “I mean, not because of you. If I were to marry anyone, it would be you. I’m just...not big on the institution of marriage, the perpetuation of the patriarchy, certain segments of the gay community acting like marriage equality was the end of the fight for equal rights…” He trailed off. “But you know all of that.”

“I sure do.”

Enjolras frowned slightly. “So is that why you don’t want to get married? Because you think I don’t want to?”

Again Grantaire laughed, and again, it took Enjolras by surprise. “Enjolras, believe me, if I wanted to be married to you, we’d be married, whether you wanted to or not.”

Enjolras stared at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean that you’re historically terrible at denying me something that you think I really want,” Grantaire said easily. “Which is probably a consent issue that we should discuss more some time, but that’s not really the point.”

It wasn’t, so Enjolras didn’t press it. “So you really just don’t want to marry me?”

“Not so much, no,” Grantaire agreed.

“But...this is – this is a forever thing for me,” Enjolras said, before hesitating. “You know that, right?”

“Of course,” Grantaire said instantly.

“And don’t you want this forever too?”

Grantaire grinned at him. “There is absolutely nothing I want more.”

“Then why…?”

Grantaire sighed and looked away. “This is why I didn’t want to talk about this at Christmas,” he said. “Total mood killer.” Enjolras didn’t smile and Grantaire sighed again. “I don’t want to be married to you because if we were married, you would never divorce me, or walk away, no matter how much you might want to.”

“I—” Enjolras started, but he couldn’t seem to find any words to say to that.

Grantaire arched an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”

As much as Enjolras wanted to tell him that he was, he knew better than to try. “No.”

Grantaire nodded. “Because when you make a promise, you keep it. It’s just who you are.” His tone turned fond. “Too damned stubborn to admit defeat, no matter how much you should.”

Enjolras frowned. “Ok, but again, isn’t that what you want?”

“No.”

“I don’t understand.”

Grantaire cocked his head slightly. “You think that I would want you locked into a marriage, which is an institution you don’t even believe in, just so that you could never leave me?”

“I—” Enjolras broke off, flustered. “Honestly, I’m not sure how to answer that.”

“Wise man. I don’t want you to be with me because you have to be with me. I want to know that you are with me because you want to be, not because you made some arbitrary vow.” Enjolras opened his mouth to interrupt but Grantaire didn’t let him. “I want to wake up every day in your arms and know without a question of a doubt that you could walk away any time you wanted, but that you choose to stay. That’s what I want. And I’d like to think that’s what you want, too.”

For a long moment, Enjolras was silent, staring at Grantaire as if he’d never quite seen him before. “Well,” he finally managed around the lump in his throat, “when you put it like that...”

He didn’t even bother trying to finish his sentence, just cupping Grantaire’s cheek with one mittened hand and kissing him deeply. Grantaire returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, balling his hands in Enjolras’s red coat.

They stayed that way for a long time, long enough that when they pulled away from each other, they both immediately looked up at the sky. “Is that snow?” Enjolras asked stupidly.

But Grantaire just laughed, and Enjolras smiled at him. “What?” he asked.

“We are kissing in the snow on Christmas Eve,” Grantaire said, grinning up at the flakes swirling from the sky. “If this were a very different story, you’d get down on one knee right now and ask me to marry you, and we’d have a happily ever after for Christmas straight out of a Hallmark movie.”

“If Hallmark wasn’t a bunch of homophobic cowards, anyway,” Enjolras grumbled good naturedly.

Grantaire just laughed and shook his head. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Enjolras said, grinning, and without warning, he took a step back from Grantaire before kneeling down on one knee. “And you’ve just given me an idea.”

“What are you doing?” Grantaire asked, staring at him. “Did you seriously just not listen to a word I said, or…?”

“Grantaire,” Enjolras said, “I absolutely listened to everything you’ve said, because I love listening to you talk. I love everything about you. You don’t want to get married. I don’t want to get married. And I know better than to make a promise to you, even if you deserve all the promises in the world. But it is Christmas, and it’s snowing, and I love you more than anyone in the world. So Grantaire, I have to ask – will you not marry me?”

“You are such a fucking dork,” Grantaire said, exasperatedly. “Of course I will not marry you.”

“Good,” Enjolras said, satisfied, and he stood up, kissing Grantaire once more before taking his hand. :Now let’s go home. I want to make love to the love of my life.:

“Romantic,” Grantaire said with a snort, but he was grinning.

“Whom I will never marry,” Enjolras added.

“You sure know how to woo a boy,” Grantaire said wryly, still grinning, and he leaned in and kissed Enjolras’s cheek. “Merry Christmas, Enjolras.”

Enjolras wrapped his arm around Grantaire’s waist, turning to kiss Grantaire lightly on top of his head. “Merry Christmas, Grantaire,” he whispered.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #courfeyrac #combeferre #jehan #bahorel #etc.#les miserables #fanfiction #modern AU #established relationship #christmas #proposal #of sorts anyway #misunderstandings

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psalm22-6 · 2 years

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Merry Christmas to Jean Valjean, Cosette, and no one else

#christmas

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musicalhistory · 4 years

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Christmas in France in the 1830s

Happy Holidays, and Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it! As requested, here is a brief overview of the kind of Christmas Les Amis, Cosette, Jean Valjean, and other characters in Les Miserables likely would have had if they chose to celebrate it.

Please note that it was extremely difficult for me to pinpoint any type of specific dates for when certain French Christmas traditions began, given that every family celebrates Christmas differently and documentation of Christmas traditions isn’t completely exact, so please take everything here with a grain of salt.

Decorations:

Christmas trees did not become popular in Paris and France in general until around the Franco-Prussian war in 1870. Before this, there were documented Christmas trees in areas of France near the French-German border, such as Strasbourg in 1605, but they did not become widespread until a large number of German immigrants moved into France and brought the tradition with them.

Nativity scenes, known as la crèche, first appeared in France in the late 16th century, and later became a major element of French Christmas tradition that still continues today. Mangers are set up in a prominent part of a house, and small terra-cotta figurines of the characters in the story of the Nativity are placed in it. The figurines are called santons, and starting in 1803 a fair was held in the town of Marseilles in December just to sell the figurines.

I was unable to find and exact date for when this began, but another French Christmas tradition is to make an advent wreath, with four candles on it. These often hang in churches, and every Sunday for the four Sundays leading up to Christmas one of the candles is lit.

Père Noël:

Some version of “Father Christmas” or “Santa Claus” has existed since around 280 AD, although I was unable to find out if the legend was popular in France in the 1830s. Still, it stands to reason that it likely was, and some of these traditions would have been present in society.

In France, children traditionally leave shoes out on Christmas Eve for Père Noël to fill with gifts, along with treats for his donkey, Gui. Although nowadays the type of shoe can vary, historically they were wooden shoes known as sabots. Because the gifts brought by Père Noël have to fit in the shoes, they are usually small gifts such as candy or small toys.

Midnight Mass:

A large portion of the French population living in France in the 1830s were Catholic, so the traditional Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve would have been a large part of Christmas celebrations.

Young children did not usually attend Midnight Mass, although depending on the family they might have. The mass would have been similar to most Catholic masses, although during Christmas In splendoribus sanctorum was and continues to be commonly used as the communion chant.

The midnight mass at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris is quite a spectacle today, as it likely was in the 19th century. Hundreds of people turn out for it, and bells mark the occasion.

Christmas Carols:

Many Christmas carols that are common today had not been written in the 1830s. However, some carols which are still popular today did exist. Here is a list of them, with links to where you can listen to them if you’d like to (I recommend that you do, they are absolutely beautiful).

Noël nouvelet (15th Century)

Un flambeau, Jeannette, Isabelle (1553)

La Marche Des Rois Mages (13th Century)

Entre le bœuf et l'âne gris (13th or 16th Century)

Çà, bergers, assemblons-nous (Modern Version Published 1701)

Venez divin Messie (Modern Version Published 18th Century)

I hope everyone enjoyed this brief look into French Christmas traditions. I apologize for the late posting and the slight lack of specific historical information but given the wide variety of Christmas traditions out there putting this post together proved to be more challenging than I originally thought it would be. If you have any more questions about this or other topics, please don’t hesitate to ask!

#les miserables #les miserables fanfiction #history #les amis #christmas #christmas history #1830s #france #french history

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