~Between the logic of revolution and its philosophy, there is this difference, that its logic can lead to war, while its philosophy can only end in peace~
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ratheralark:

ratheralark:

on the whole, I think the translations/adaptations of the Big Ballads in Les Mis are really strong, or at least understandable, but I will say that revisiting French On My Own/Mon Histoire– it does a much better job of conveying that Eponine…. isn’t really talking about Marius, and knows it 

To explain… If anyone hasn’t heard it, it’s here (with lyrics).

I think it’s great throughout, but the key difference is really the setup: 

Mon histoire 
C'est un rêve qui commence
Dans les pages
D'un conte de mon enfance
Les yeux fermés
Mon prince enfin m'enlace…

(my story
is a dream that begins
in the pages
of a tale from my childhood
eyes closed,
my prince finally takes me in his arms…) 

Having these as the opening lines makes it so much clearer that it’s not really Marius she’s fantasizing about, as such. Obviously “On My Own” never says his name, but there’s no other person or idea introduced for us to associate the song’s “him” with. But by introducing the idea of the prince, that’s what the rest of the fantasy gets linked to– that becomes who we picture when she refers to the unnamed “him”– and that makes it clearer that the point is the fantasy, not the man it’s about. The idea of a prince, of someone to hold her and walk with her, a role that even she recognizes she has assigned to Marius only because he’s the person she’s got to hand. 

Scenes I wish to be in the new BBC Les Miserables series:

- The one where Bossuet is defending Marius from beeing kicked out of University, even he doesn’t know him

- The one where Fantine and her “Friends” where left by their “Boyfriends”. We need some Felix Tholomyes in general.

- The one where Enjolras is shooting Claquesous at the barricade.

- The one where M. Mabeuf told Marius about his father .

- The one where Enjolras is sending the Amis out to visit several Places in Paris and Grantaire wants to prove himself but fails. again.

- The one where M. Thenardiere is saving Marius father.

- The one where Bahorel is talking about his laughing Mistress.

- The “To be Free!” one.

- The one where Eponine and Azelma are out to deliver those letters.

- The one where Marius finds a Handkerchief on the bank in the Parc de Luxembourg and thinks it’s Cosettes ( there is U.F. stitched on it and he imagines that Cosettes name is Ursule). He carrys it around everywhere, smells it and sleeps with it. In the End he discovers that the Handkerchief is actually Valjeans. 

- The one where M. Mabeuf rises the Flagg and dies at the Barricade.

- The death of Jean “Jeahn” Prouvaire.

- The enormous speech of Combeferre at the Barricade.

- More of the Patron Minette in general!

- Some of Courfeyrac and Marius living together.

- Some Gavroche and Bahorel at the Barricade.

- Some more Background on Bishop Myriel (I mean its such a huge part of the brick)

- So many more….

(no specific order)

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Enjolras/Combeferre, an au ~in the past~

astarion-dekarios:

June, 1358

By the time Combeferre finished reading the missive, the expression on his face was deeply pensive. Enjolras waited a few moments, but when he did not speak, moved to lay a hand on his shoulder, looking over the unfamiliar mess of letters and straining to divine any meaning from them. “What does it say?” he asked, and only then did Combeferre look up at him.

“It’s an entreaty,” said Combeferre, setting the parchment down at last. “It asks for you specifically. The king wishes you to go to him. He’d like to discuss terms for peace.”

“Peace?” Enjolras raised his eyebrows. He thought of his men, the thousands of them that had come together to fight for liberty, for a world without distinction based on nobility. He thought of their bravery, their unified spirit, and the oaths – freely proclaimed – they’d sworn to fight to the death rather than bow before another petty noble and the brigands called knights at his employ. “I do not think whatever concept of ‘peace’ he has in mind promises anything we can accept.”

Oddly, Combeferre seemed to relax at that. “Likely not.” He gestured for Enjolras to sit, and he did so, just across from Combeferre on the floor of his tent. “Shall I scribe you something in reply? ‘No peace but the peace of liberty can sate our hearts’? Well, you will say it better than I.” He looked almost cheerful, and attentive as ever as he set out his ink and quill.

Enjolras thought again of his men, their generous souls and courageous hearts, their bold words and bolder deeds. He thought of the strain that some of them were enduring, the hunger that likely lay ahead. They had support enough from the villages to keep them fed for now, but what in days ahead? How long could a force of thousands exist alone? He thought of the army of nobles and mercenaries that had amassed, that were waiting to destroy them. Even if they survived, if they won the day, how many lives would be lost? If there were even a chance at avoiding such bloodshed…

“No.” Enjolras shook his head. “No, I must go to him.”

At once, the cheer vanished from Combeferre’s face, replaced not only with his earlier pensiveness but with a sense of deep dread. “Enjolras, you can’t—”

Silencing him with a gesture, Enjolras shook his head again. “My mind is made up, and you know why it must be so. I swear to you that I will not make peace on any terms that would be disgraceful to a single man here.”

“That is never what I feared from you.” Combeferre descended from his chair to kneel in front of Enjolras, clasping both hands in his own and looking at him with supreme sadness. “I know. But Enjolras, Captain, if and when you refuse their terms, when they have you in the middle of their camp, do you suppose they will let you go? If you must hear them, and you’re right, I know why – send someone else.”

“Send another man to broker peace in my place? They suppose I am the leader in all of this. And I suppose you do, too.” Enjolras smiled a little. “It would not do. It is for the very reason you call me Captain that it must be me.”

“Very well. I will come with you.”

“No.”

For a moment, Combeferre did not speak, hurt and indignance mingled in his eyes. Yet when he spoke, it was with measured patience, with an edge of tension behind it, a coil waiting to strike. “And why is that?”

Enjolras pulled a hand apart from Combeferre’s, placing it on his shoulder and shifting forward until he, too, was on his knees. “You are needed here,” he said, gently, and sensing the tension in Combeferre’s shoulder, carried on before he could speak. “You are always needed here, but especially if it’s as you say. If I do not come back.” He felt a tightness in his throat, and cleared it away. “The revolution cannot spare us both. And… I would not lose you, if I have another choice.”

Whatever anger there was dropped from Combeferre entirely, and Enjolras could feel the tightness of his grip on his hand. “It’s not fair,” he said, directed at no one in particular.

“I know.”

They remained that way for a while. Nothing else needed to be said. Combeferre knew his mind, and Enjolras had every confidence that if he fell, Combeferre’s brilliance and compassion would not fail in guiding them true.

When he could wait no more, Enjolras rose from his knees to stand, and Combeferre stood with him, still holding his hand. “I am going,” said Enjolras.

Combeferre nodded, and bent to kiss his fingers. “But you will come back? If at all possible.”

Enjolras smiled. “I will.” Then he pulled away, and set his shoulders, chin up and left with the same purposeful stride that he had walked into Combeferre’s life. Combeferre watched him go.

Enjolras did not come back.

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achelllies:

dorkjolras:

montprouvaire:

electricportcullis:

blooming-banana:

electricportcullis:

AU where Marius can see ghosts

that’s a sad au 

and Courfeyrac accompanies him on his morning strolls

Courfeyrac showing up at the worst times and commenting on Marius’ outfit or life choices

Also Courfeyrac passing on messages from the other Amis!!!!!
(Consists of “R wanted to know why you didn’t name your daughter Harambe”, “Enj suggests that the Social Contract makes an amazing bed time story”, “Combeferre says not to listen to Enjolras, and he hopes when she is older that you will pass on his scientific texts to her”)

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TWIN AU

grantaire-the-drunken-artist:

Born from a typo made by scorpdaddy
With contribution by mynameissteverogers

Grantaire with a Twin sister no one knows about until she just appears.

AND EVERYONES LIKE “???? Whos the hot girl who looks like R”

No one bothers to ask Grantaire and just assumes it’s another of his hookups

They don’t actually meet her until later

SHE DOES THE THING WHERE SHE DRESSES LIKE R

SHE TUCKS HER HAIR UP INTO A BEANIE

AND DOES THE MAKE UP STUBBLE

TRIES TO DO AN IMPRESSION OF HIS VOICE

No one notices it’s not him until R actually shows up. He introduces her as his little twin sister.

Enjolras looks excited/turned on/horrified

Just “WOW TWO RS”

BUT ALSO “OHMYGOD IM GONNA LOSE IT I CANT EVEN HANDLE ONE”

Their parents both named them R names

So like

Ranae and Rene

“This is my sister Ranae”

“… R your name is Rene..”

“.. Different spelling..”

“Your parents.. Not that smart..”

“Yeah also considering we were in the same classroom until 5th grade just made it even worse”

They both go by R too which makes it even more difficult.

They end up going by
R (Grantaire because he’s the oldest)

and

r (Ranae because youngest)

R and r being little shits during meetings

r teaching R about fruity alcohol drinks and which ones get you drunk faster

They end up a giggling mess laughing at the tiny umbrellas

Ranae and Enjolras becoming like best friends

Ranae still has that fire to her that R lost and Enjolras and her are fucking horrific together
They spur each other on
Like ranae is the one that’s like “Come on Enjolras it’s just ONE more shot”

And he and r end up dancing on the bar top
Ranae can’t dance for shit unless it’s ballet which she is amazing at

So her and Enjolras look like dads at prom

R is Fucking crying laughing

Enjolras drunkenly singing “Best Friend’s Brother” at the top of his lungs
And Courf is just like “I fucking knew that asshole watched Nickelodeon with me when he said he was ‘studying’”

RANAE AND R DANCING TOGETHER WHEN THEYRE BOTH PLASTERED AND ARE FUCKING AMAZING UNTIL R TRIES TO LIKE TWERK IN THE MIDDLE OF IT OR SOMETHING AND RANAE IS LAUGHING SO HARD SHE FALLS OVER

R and r doing ballet together
And its hypnotic to watch

r having the most ridiculous crush on eponine

PINING R AND RANAE

GAY DRUNK LOVE SONGS

R and r THEY DO THE BEST RENDITION OF UPTOWN FUNK

R is jealous Ranae is best buds with Enjolras but doesn’t mind that they usually hang at his place since Ranae and him magically live together now and their apartment is a million times better than when it was just R

r may or may not have had a threesome with Ferre and Courf and no one can confirm or deny the rumor

People would actually start referring to ranae as petitaire just as a fucking joke
“Oh hahahaha grand r and petit r”

And theyre like

“no exactly This is how people told us apart at school”

Renae has undoubtedly the best eyebrows on the face of the planet

WHENEVER R IS DEPRESSED r JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE TOO

COMFORTING SIBLING CUDDLES

So theyre basically one soul split into two people

Just

Grantaire with a twin sister Ranae

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enjxras:

Les Amis criminal empire AU

Les Amis criminal empire AU that was inspired by THIS POST


* Enjolras the charming and Charismatic leader, driven and terrifying, an avenging angel revolutionary who’s name everyone knows weather your a hugh up person or someone on the street. Enjolras hunting down corporate businessmen, well known actors, directors, producers, you name it, anyone who’s corrupt or offering up radicalised ideas that hurt the masses and shoving guns to their temples, or sitting next to them in important meetings, a knife point at their leg. Talking to them in a calm but terrifying way, telling them to listen up and wise up or it won’t just be him next time.

* Combeferre the planner. The computer programmer. The man who can get into anywhere and if able to read maps and building plans as simply as a recipe book. Someone who’s hacked many high end websites, changed things, edited things, and siphoned millions from the higher ups, distributing it between charities, les amis, and other causes. He'a handy in a control room, not so great on the ground. He’s the messenger, the groups focal point for passing information. He’s the man they’re connected to when infiltrating a building. He’s also their research man, on companies, people, schools, anything that may be useful- he has folders for everything.

* Courfeyrac the charmer. The man if 1000 names and 1000 faces. He has so many fake ids that cover everything; Passports, driving licences, student ID cards, anything. A charmer of the highest order, he can slip into your bed as easily as he could slip something into your drink. He’s hand with a tranquilliser gun, carries a small one round with him- he never actually sleeps with people unless it’s a longer term project, but the medics in their team keep him up-to date with everything and their researchers can tell him if he’s at risk. He’s their spy on the inside, Courfeyrac has a hand in many place and knows many things.

* Joly the medic. A highly trained professional who works in a high end hospital, where, if Enjolras gets handy with a gun, those people end up. He takes care of them, knows if Enjolras, or whoever, meant to kill or only maim. If he meant to kill and the client end up surviving, well accidents happen in hospitals often- sometimes air bubbles get in the IV, and sometimes a dosage is miscalculated. He blames it on interns of course, an intern always felt dread when being told they were working under Dr. Joly, hearing horror stories about him, interns spread rumours but who’s going to win- a poor intern or a highly trained and well respected Doctor.

* Bossuet the negotiator. Unlucky still but it comes in handy. Good as misdirection due to his lack of luck- dis say this? Oh, i’m sorry I meant this. The man they send out to gamble with clients who have money to burn- because burn it will. He loses almost every time. Bossuet drains them of cash and gets them drunk before taking any documents and leaving, his unlucky streak breaking always to allow him safe passage back to Les Amis.

* Bahorel is the weapons man and the brute force of the operation. Handy with his fists at a moments notice. In charge of weapons too, the man with the connections, who knows what to get and how to get and for a small price, or sometimes, with a little persuasion, free. He acts as a body guard, heading out with Courf when he’s acting high end, with Bossuet in casinos from time to time, and the bodyguard to Jehan when he goes out too. He knows how to fight to not leave too many marks but leave a lasting impression- if people have met Bahorel once if they meet him again they give in straight away.

* Feuilly is the craftsman. A tailor. A master costume maker. He clothes Les Amis in their finery, makes the costumes for Coufeyrac, the masks for heists. He knows how to craft, and craft well- if they’re taking objects Feuilly can make a replica. He’s the details man, checking things before people leave, making sure they’re believable for what they’re claiming to be. Badges, hats, socks- the small things which can make or break a disguise. He’s an expert in woodwork and metal work, he makes jewellery and fans and masquerade masks which he sells when he’s not busy with Les Amis.

* Jehan the writer. Their journalist and their alibi creator. An accomplished author as a day job, a poet, but works for Les Amis on the side. Spinner of stories. The backstory man who works closely with Courfeyrac and Combeferre to discover the nature of clients and then with Feuilly to bring their character to life. He helps Grantaire create stories on how he ‘stole’ the artwork he is trying to sell, he helps Courfeyrac perfect voices and gives him scripts and flashcards when needed. He writes speeches for people and if anyone is ever arrested he write their statements and gets them to his client somehow.

* Grantaire is an artist. A painter. An expert forger and an expert blackmailer. He’s also handy with make up and body painting too. A charismatic forger who can replicate any piece in any medium you wish-he’s made millions on pieces, pieces that hang in reputable galleries in bug cities. Handy with a make up brush as well as a paintbrush- able to contour and shape faces with make up, feminine, more masculine, stubble, wounds, whatever is needed Grantaire is the man for the job. A blackmailer, someone who is brilliant at getting people to shut their mouths about what they know, sometimes in exchange for cash, because he knows that he alone has enough that he can blow it on shutting up some corporate puppet.

* (BONUS) Marius is the linguistics and the paper forger. An expert in several languages and an expert at mimicking be it voice or writing. He’s their phone guy- the man who deals with any and all calls, discussing in French, English, German, Chinese and numerous others. Able to forge signatures and fake letters that can be sent to higher powers. Marius’ forgeries have gotten things passed and money handed over more times than they can count. He joins Jehan, Grantaire, Bossuet, and Courfeyrac on meetings sometimes, being the translator for foreign people who decide they with ti get involved with Les Amis willingly or not.

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hey hey hey fashion designer!r & model!enj au is a Concept
Anonymous

vintage-em:

And what a Concept, dear Anon!! A Concept that deserves (needs) some elaboration so:

  • Grantaire is your sixteen-year-old artsy rebel kid, right? But because his parents can’t really afford to get him a lot of painting supplies he does other things like… drawing. And sewing old fabrics together. And both.
  • And he starts sewing his own clothes mainly because the teacher’s get weirdly offended and he becomes that kind of cool, kind of weird edgy art guy who people don’t know they want to approach or are kind of scared of
  • Until at one point Joly comes up to him in an all jeans ensemble and patches EVERYWHERE and… he kind of looks like a disaster but he compliments Grantaire’s half dyed jeans and whatever, they’re kindred spirits, they’re best friends now
  • So Grantaire goes to study fashion design and when he’s looking for internships or something, well Joly happens to know Bossuet who happens to know Courfeyrac who knows everyone including Jehan
  • Jehan who does… colourful… avantgarde… fashion…? It’s weird and they get ripped by every critic every time but everyone else loves them so they’re happily like, fuck you, every fashion week
  • Grantaire gets an internship and he’s kind of great at what he does and with the support of Jehan and the attention he gets he’s able to start his own label at one point
  • ·It’s a raging success and no one is more surprised than Grantaire
  •  His ‘main’ and most booked model at first is Parnasse
  • (They met when Parnasse went to one of Jehan’s castings, took one look at the clothes and got the fuck out of there)
  • ·(Not without the private number of the disturbingly cute designer though)
  • ·So R (his pseudonym, the pretentious fucker) does fashion that’s darkish, unconventional, androgynous and in the general consensus, brilliant
  • For a couple of seasons that’s what he does but at one point it feels like… he needs to do something… else? More? It’s kind of an art blog here so he’s just like, right, let’s do the complete opposite
  • And he’s planning that whole collection of contrasting darkness and light and stuff
  •  Only that he now needs well, some different models
  • Cue to Enjolras who got cut off by his parents and kind of needs money and of course he knows Courfeyrac who knows Jehan who knows –

Weiterlesen

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combeferre-is-my-guide:

Joly and Combeferre often stay up late to study together, so Joly got to witness Combeferre’s descent into madness firsthand. He got to witness the gross, stupid grin that Combeferre had when this cute boy in one of his classes first gave him his number. He had to become accustomed to Combeferre’s cellphone sounds because ‘Ferre was constantly texting that boy and never fucking silences his phone. He got to witness the first time Combeferre confessed that maybe he was a bit head-over-heels for this boy, but it could never be mutual. He got to witness the pining, the frustration, the stupid endless rants about whether or not all of this was worth it.

But he also got to witness when Combeferre and that boy finally became an official couple. He got to witness how happy that boy made Combeferre. And no amount of stupid grins, annoying ringtones, or pointless rants would ever make him regret their late-night study sessions.