The Only True Adaptation Of Les Mis Is This One

I respect your integrity. I would thus still value your opinion. ... Okay. Here's what I've got.

In the powers and knowledge of all the other Valar he had part, but he turned them to evil purposes, and squandered his strength in violence and tyranny.

Sometimes I just sit and think about how Aziraphale and Crowley spent several years giving some ordinary human kid THE weirdest possible upbringing of all time.

me: alright i’m not so much concentrating on les mis anymore my new focus is the three musketeers! new interest! we’re broadening our scope! that’s diversification baby!

also me: If I See One More Alternate Universe Where Everyone Lives Except Fantine, Whose Death Apparently Is A Fixed Part Of The Timeline, I’m Gonna McFreakin’ Lose It

oh, and it's one thing to count the stars in the sky but it's another to count the bells in your laugh (all the music theory in the world cannot describe its resonance in my chest or the warmth it burns in my heart), for what can the stars give me that you have not already given, and given more freely? the stars shine bright but they cannot compare to the brightness of your eyes. I may see the stars inscribed lovingly on black velvet, a love song to the eternity of space and time, an inscription of the galaxies contained within the earth -- chasms filled to the brim with glittering multifaceted wonders -- but your eyes, your laugh, are worth more than any jewel. -- no. no, there can be nothing else but that laugh which contains within it all the joys the world can know. I would do a thousand foolish things to hear that laugh again.

to her: letters, i.

send a number and a prompt you know the drill

|| for talagaindescendants, Edain palette #4.

we only bloom in the violet hour

He studies her, taking in the thin limbs and black hair and the gray bruise slanting over her gaunt cheekbone. Joly had once compared Cosette to the sun, and it strikes Enjolras now that her darker counterpart is the moon, all shadows and secret nights, with no radiance to call her own, her beauty waxing and waning until the clouds part and, for a fleeting moment, you tilt your head back and see her for what she is, and she suddenly bathes you in silver.

Luthien, sorceress and heir of Doriath.

The Death of Grantaire and Enjolras Et, se tournant vers Enjolras avec douceur, il lui dit: – Permets-tu? Enjolras lui serra la main en souriant. Ce sourire n’était pas achevé que la détonation éclata. Enjolras, traversé de huit coups de feu, resta adossé au mur comme si les balles l’y eussent cloué. Seulement il pencha la tête. Grantaire, foudroyé, s’abattit à ses pieds. Enjolras by me and  Grantaire by @vanille-francaise

-Vaarsuvius, how'd ye ever learn so much aboot how folks fall in love? Ye don't seem the type, really. -Only through empirical experience did I arrive at such knowledge. It took my mate and me many years to acknowledge our feelings for one other. Our wedding was the finest day of my long life.

I’ve been Compromised by the latest OOTS update so here, have some newlyweds.