What if the 6th June 1832, Musichetta was at her home, as happy and excited as it’s possible to be because Joly, her Jolllly, promised to ask for her hand to her father that day. And she waits, waits… And nobody comes.

enjolrasoftheday:

First of all what the heck why would you do this?????

Second of all:

  • imagine her getting more and more discouraged
  • eventually she resigns herself to the fact that he isn’t coming
  • she tries not to feel disappointed but she knows she’s only kidding herself
  • she’s confused and hurt 
  • so she goes out to find him
  • she’s not quite sure what she wants to say to him but she wants answers
  • and it’s as she’s making her way down the street that she sees them carting the bodies away
  • and she just knows

in-only-love-and-liberty:

Hey this is your reminder that Eponine would probably punch a person out for you

Courfeyrac would want to cuddle with you

Combeferre would want to hear more about what you are saying

Bossuet would be very sympathetic to your terrible day

If Jehan ever saw you they would write you a poem

Joly would ask if you’ve been getting all your vitamins

Enjolras would do anything to defend your right to exist

Feuilly would want to spend what little free time he has with you

If Cosette could she would bake you something sweet

Bahorel would think you look cute as fuck no matter what

Grantaire would love to rant about the world with you

Marius would love to hear about your day

versus-verses:

tozbraks:

everybody: hugh, bring your big ass muscles over here and punch this guy on screen
hugh jackman, quietly: i just want to sing

Precisely why Les Mis was perfect for him.

them: hugh, bring your big ass muscles and lift this huge cart

hugh jackman: I just want to sing

them: you also get to sing

hugh: !!!!!!!!!!!