late nights at the Musain

you see a dumb ass movie about people singing and being miserable or whatever you see it ONCE when you’re a teenager and then for the next 11 years you lose all ability to be normal about the two gays dying hand in hand or whatever the fuck

Not to be 2012 les mis tumblr fan on main, but it is the 31st of August where I am, which means it has been 10 years since George Blagden sent us all into a frenzy by uploading this to youtube:

This still fucking slaps tbh, thanks George

There’s something about how Victor Hugo assures us that Monseigneur Bienvenue died peacefully by telling us his older sister stayed by his side until the very end. That, even after he went completely blind, she spent every night sleeping in the bedroom next to his, and spent every day taking care of him. And under his sister’s care, the blind bishop was more happy than he’d ever been in his entire life because “to be blind and to be loved is one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness . . . the supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves— say rather, loved in spite of ourselves— this conviction the blind have. In their calamity, to be served is to be caressed . . . light is not lost where love enters . . . the soul gropes in search of a soul, and finds it.”

And then when first describing Grantaire, Hugo writes that the only thing the skeptic had ever dared to love was Enjolras, because “[n]o one loves the light like the blind man.”

And then Grantaire spends his final moments by Enjolras’ side, just like the bishop died by his sister’s side.

hey. what do you mean by that.

I love enjoltaire reincarnation aus because it’s just like

Enjolras follows this blog about social justice that writes incredibly long, detailed, well-researched essays about the state of things, the history of political social rights movements, and well thought out and practical hands-on ideas for enacting change and he reads this blog every day, recommends it to everyone he knows, makes it required reading for the amis, and bases some of his community outreach ideas on what this blog suggests

it’s grantaire’s blog. he writes it when he’s sober but then gets so drunk he forgets to bring it up at meetings.

Picture this: the year is 1862, you’re young and gay and French and reading the latest spicy queer romance novel known as Les Miserables. You get to Chapter 23 and read the damned words “permets-tu” and realize too late that Monsieur Hugo has just pulled a hurt/no comfort on you. How the hell do you cope? How do you survive?

Like, did people get out their ink and parchment and write fluffy fix-it fics to pass around at the cafés? I bet they fucking did…

something about aaron and george's enjoltaire, ramin and hadley's enjoltaire, and bradley and raymond's enjoltaire makes me [screams her heart out] [tosses herself off a window]

les mis trending not during orestes fasting pylades drunk but during the sewer digression is sending me. rip vicky you would have loved this

ok ive seen so many variations and idk what the most popular one is so:

pls reblog for sample size because ive always called it enjoltaire but lately ive seen lots more exr and im curious

i looooovveee fics where grantaire obviously finds enjolras good looking from the get go but he's just like 'yeah i guess he's hot' and then he hears him speak he sees the passion and he's like yeahhh i'm fucked

GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

1972 les amis intro bit except a little edited bc im fucking insane

i can't believe e/R won the poll on "enjolras disdains me [...] if he had come for me, i would have followed him. so much the worse for enjolras! i won't go to his funeral" day

Happy Valentine's day!! I'm going to go see the re-release of les mis in cinema with my cousins, so you get the saddest little romance ever!