i’m back at my ancestral home (lowe’s) and I just watched a very burly man in a lot of flannel carry a potted orchid SO TENDERLY across the parking lot
A sentence that starts with “i’m back at my ancestral home (lowe’s)” has to work really hard to make the end of that sentence equally as amazing and by god you’ve done it
You picked the wrong night if you wanted anything coherent lol my brain is mush my head hurts and I’ve been lying around all day doing nothing and whining to all my friends about how I’m sick and bored (sorry about that last part by the way ^^’) but anyway! I love Jean Valjean here’s an incoherent list of stuff!
Soft bastard
Have a problem? Think to yourself: how would Jean Valjean handle this situation?
Then do the opposite I love him but boy does he make some impulsive self distructive decisions
Wait this is an appreciation post
Feeling bad about something? Jean Valjean would absolutely comfort you in the best possible way
And possibly also buy you something expensive or give you the contents of his purse
Just think about that behaviour for a second. Money can’t fix everything but at his lowest points money sure as fuck would have solved a lot of problems. His tendency to throw money at problems comes from his own experiences and knowing that if someone had done the same for him so much of his life would have been different
He’s trying to be the person he wished had been there for him
Fuck man. I love him.
Also like. Sugar daddy. Seriously. Why is this not more common? Are there fics of this that I just haven’t found??
Anyway
Trying to remember what I said in my last post lol
I’m gonna fight his self loathing
You don’t deserve that shit!! You’re the best person!!
I’m so fucking sad just let him be happy Hugo you bastard
Fight me in the sewers bitch
He is!! So fucking cute and soft!! With little Cosette!! I die!!
Can he be my dad?
Seriously though it always makes me so emotional I love them
He isn’t perfect but he’s sure as fuck trying
But I think that’s what I love most about him y’know? He’s not perfect. He’s human. He makes mistakes, he makes bad decisions, he gets scared he doubts himself and I love him not despite that but because of that. He’s relatable. I can see parts of myself in him, good and bad.
So maybe I’m not that bad. Maybe I shouldn’t hate myself so much. Maybe we’re all just people doing our thing and we’re all deserving of love.
Fuckin love Jean Valjean
This is just my train of thought in words asjfngkgf hope this makes some sort of sense!
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