“is Joly Holding The Bouquet?” Yes

and she lived happily ever after, the end, tholomyès and bamatabois and everyone else can go choke.

the dress is essentially a blue version of @lesmiserablesfashions’ dress here, drawn without actually looking at the reference because i like to live dangerously.

gold on her head, pearls in her mouth, blood under her fingernails : a Fantine Lives playlist (listen on spotify)

welcome to the jungle guns n’ roses | die young ke$ha | are you gonna be my girl jet | funplex the b-52s | you give love a bad name bon jovi | everybody’s fool evanescence | monster (alternate radio edit) skillet | i miss the misery halestorm | dance with the devil breaking benjamin | animal i have become three days grace | uma thurman fall out boy | ballroom blitz the sweet | beat it (single) michael jackson | no one’s here to sleep naughty boy & bastille | secrets onerepublic | back in black ac/dc

I think this mostly goes without saying, but…

Just a reminder that whatever happens tomorrow and in the following weeks, a new adaptation means that most likely there will be some people seeing Les Miserables for the first time.

This is probably going to be a tumultuous time to enter the fandom, so please be mindful of that, and welcoming towards new fans!

That doesn’t mean that you have to like the miniseries, or refrain from criticizing it. Just be supportive of newcomers! Point them in the direction of your favorite translations, adaptations, productions, meta, etc. Use your passion and knowledge for Les Miserables to help people!

The fandom is most likely about to expand again. Let’s do everything in our power to help it grow!

But by all means, continue to roast Andrew Davies. He deserves it.

The beginning of Joly and Bossuet’s friendship .↓

“ If he had a mistress, he speedily discovered that he had a friend also.”

So I guess that Musichetta used to be Bossuet’s girlfriend but Joly stole her ………..At last they became the best friend .(WTF)

Crowley & Aziraphale at St. James Park.

I was looking around my old document files and found this, and thought people might like it.

Bahorel/Prouvaire pre-slash fic beneath the cut.

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It started out very slow.

Jehan appreciated art in all its forms. The glow of a sunset, the trill of a flute, the aroma of a bakery. So it was not surprising that, one day at the Musain with friends, he happened to notice the articulation of Bahorel’s wrist and fingers.

The man had been mid-gesture, talking with Joly about – oh, probably Joly’s mistress – and Bahorel was prone to magnificent gestures with his hands, he was probably part Italian somewhere. But for some reason, one hand landed in a beam of sunlight that had snuck through the window, and the modelling of bone and muscle and skin had drawn Jehan’s eye like one of Joly’s magnets.

They had known each other long enough that, after the meeting, when Jehan went over to Bahorel and said, rather absentmindedly, “I like your wrists. And your fingers. Reminds me of Michelangelo,” Bahorel merely laughed and ruffled Jehan’s too-long hair.

And Jehan had gone home, and sung to his violets, and written a poem about a girl that he saw in the street, and that was that.

Except that it was not.

The two of them went drinking together on occasion, and would get into ferociously animated discussions about life and death, and the afterlife, and the judgment of men. And if the flash of an eye and the curve of a smile managed to leave an after-image on the insides of Jehan’s eyelids, he certainly didn’t remember it in the morning, in the aftermath of a most excellent debate, complete with Byronic skullcups and bloodred wine.

It was during another meeting at the Musain some months later, when Jehan was in the middle of expounding upon the poetic merits of pagan mythology, that he overheard a snippet of conversation.

“ – And you never quarrel!”

“That’s part of the treaty we have made. When we made our little Holy Alliance, we each assigned our own boundary that we’d never cross. The part to the north belongs to Vaud, the south to Gex. Hence our peace.”

“Peace is happiness digesting.”

Ordinary conversation on an ordinary day, but it snagged Jehan like a splinter on a stocking – tore a tiny hole, just large enough to grow, and grow it did. Weeks afterward he found himself muttering aloud: “Happiness does not come from a social contract.”

He wondered, briefly, if the nature of romantic liaisons had any bearing on Locke’s theory.

Envy is a tenacious seed, but it was not envy that took root in Jehan’s mind. Rather, it was something else, which sprang from conversation, smiles, and the model of hand and wrist, -- and became ideas, and the flash of eyes, -- and became, over the course of slow months, something that Jehan was not entirely familiar with.

He had been in love before. The girl had been his neighbor when he was a small child, and his playmate, and they chattered about the shapes of clouds and lullabies and flowers, and made mud pies, and collected crisp fall leaves. That girl had had the clearest blue eyes, and that was why Jehan loved the sky, still: it reminded him of that first love, pure and honest as only children can be.

This was something different. This was wanting.

YOU GET IT BACK TOO HA! hello! Once you get this you have to say 5 things you like about yourself then send this to your 10 favorite followers (non negotiable) (positivity is cool) (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

I ALREADY ANSWERED IT HA! wait does that mean I have to answer it with five different things now you're making me procrastinate dammit michi

My hair is getting long and I can't wait for it to get longer.

My hair is also super soft ??

I'm getting better at doing my own eyeliner.

Do I got the booty? I diddly-iddly-do.

My singing voice isn't half bad.

not that i’m actually on this blog much at all (yo my personal is just -socks instead of -arts), but i’m basically rochethos and scott lang/maggie lang/jim paxton blog now. is that a weird amalgam? yes. have i absolutely no shame? also yes.

Alright, I’m putting this under a Read More because I bet that it’s going to get long, but I would like everybody to read this, please.

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