les miserables

babesatthebarricade:

George fucking Blagden went to the historic site of the barricade on June 5 aka the anniversary of the barricade and sang the missing verse of Drink with Me. And of course he went at night, because the students would have sang Drink with Me the night between the 5th and the 6th. This man, this wonderful man with no chill has given fans what they have been asking for, for the past 3 ½ years and what the director has refused to give us. 

I feel sorry for every fandom that does not have George Blagden. We don’t deserve him, but I’m so glad we have him. 

a-la-volonte-du-peuple:

do you think that after the barricades fell marius just has a hard time trusting people again. 

he walks into the bakery, unable to look up because there’s the baker’s apprentice and he was the one who was enthusiastically smiling and promising to join them.

walking down the street he sees the family that closed their doors to his friends, sending them off to face the bullets.

he walks into an officer that was looking at him from the other side of the barricade not even a fortnight ago 

every day he walks through the town full of people that turned their backs on them, the people who didn’t come when they called and though the blood of his friends isn’t on their hands, he sees it there because he needs to blame someone to make it just a tiny bit less painful

Don’t forget about Lamarque’s funeral, Sunday. Il est essentiel que nous commençions disputer à l’obsèques.

dontaskgrantaire:

I am half minded not to go. There is nothing in the world
duller than funerals, christenings, and weddings. One marks the end of life,
another the beginning, the third its hobbling. I’d rather watch life in
progress; the past and future tense of life is not living. Bring me a present
progressive, not a progressive of the present. Ah well, perhaps I will go, if
Enjolras sends for me. It would be a favor; he’d be in my debt. Yes, I’ll go if he calls. But then, hasn’t the old general seen enough blood spilled in
his day? Let’s give him some peace for an evening. Requiescat in Pace, and I’d like to do so myself without the
dying. Peace and quiet and life being lived, that’s all a man can ask for.
Mayhap I won’t go after all.