basically-enjoltaire-please:

definitelygrantaire:

klayr-de-gall:

Okay, but listen

While rewatching Les Mis the other night, I noticed something. It’s not exactly bothering me, more kind of what?????how

So, in the scene where they hold a parade in honor of Général Lamarque – AK when everything goes to shit – all the Amis are in the scene somewhere. Grantaire, too.

Just after they got up

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He is right at the front. Probably screamed “Shot-gun!”, while getting on.

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The carriage turning the corner, with the boy in flag-waving glory

Grantaire is still sitting there.

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Just as the guards stop them after – Combeferre is just super cool here, shush – Graintaire is still there, eyes on the fearless leader instead of on the guns

and then?

????

There is some Chaos and all scatter

It’s a two-minute affair, though

And Marius is on a horse and Enjolras is sprinting like a madman to get to the Musain as fast as possible.

And R just

?????

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How is he already there and comfortable?

How did he get there so fast? When? Is there a shortcut? And he lost his jacket and cap, too (thank god)

And Marius is like “Come on! The Revolution has started!” but I mean… he was There? Shouldn’t he KNOW????

Did he just decide that he was way to sobber for that shit, while in the middle of the chaotic face-off, and wandered off, or what?

Maybe something along the line of: “Was that part of the plan? What do I do? E?? Oh, you are occupied with shooting at people – badass. What was the next part of the plan…? AH! Regroup at the Musain! Alright then.” And then he just left.

He definitely knew he was too sober for what was about to go down

IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED THAT????

mickmercury:

abagfullofbi:

snowlfstar:

snowlfstar:

everyone talks about how Grantaire’s name is literally the french way to say ‘R’, but why does no one ever mention the significance of Enjolras’ name???

i mean, the verb ‘enjôler’ literally fucking means to seduce with fine words why does no one talk about that

*Grantaire screams in the distance*

Ah, but see, the very real last name Enjolras doesn’t come from French – it comes from the more local language Occitan, from a word meaning “to terrify.” And “enjôler,” less florally, means to flatter or “to charm.” Oh, and the first syllable is pronounced the same way as “ange” – angel. Now what was his introduction again?

“Enjolras was a charming young man capable of being terrible. He was angelically handsome.”

im like super curious abt your reasoning for babet being cosettes dad??? like??? how did you arrive at this conclusion??

pilferingapples:

OMG 
okay first off, let me unironically Slow Clap for this Babet= Tholomyes Concept– it’s one of the most delightfully argued crack theories I’ve seen in a long time, I love it. This bit especially has me grinning:

Tholomyes is described as toothless, whereas Babet is not. However, Babet runs a shady dentistry where he’d have a more than generous supply of teeth… just a thought.

BRAVO omg omg, I love it.  I wish I’d see more headcanons with this level of detail and argument, it’s a joy.  

ALSO let me say that in a metaphorical/symbolic sense , I think you are spot on! Babet can be read as an underworld version of Tholomyes in many ways, as Montparnasse is an underworld reflection of Bamatabois (in addition to being Lacenaire).  I really like this!

What I offer now in contradiction is only because I was called on for such and not out of argumentation; please feel free to ignore it all and carry on!

The biggest nail in the Tholomyes-equals-Babet coffin is probably just that Hugo tells us exactly what became of Tholomyes:

soaringren:

(Please forgive the late response, I wanted to make sure I understood what I was talking about as much as I thought I did!)

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I’m glad you asked. 

I have no clue how it crossed my mind in the first place, quite honestly, but the more I think about it, the more it could make sense in canon. Do I think it’s what Hugo was trying to imply? Absolutely not, for we’ve seen several times just how subtle he is when hiding a character’s identity (100% sarcasm- Hugo describes ValJean in excruciating detail, all but his name, and thinks he’s so clever. We already knew, Hugo.) 

Here are some traits and details about each character; I’ll leave it up to you to make connections between the two.

(Absolutely necessary disclaimer: I might accidentally make a statement that’s incorrect, please feel free to correct me!)

•Babet was a criminal, and like Claquesous, would have more than enough reason to take on one or more false names and identities. 

•He seemed to make lighthearted jokes when he was with his wife, at least once at her expense. 

•Later, when he leaves her, there is a very heavy implication that he never contacts her again. 

•Babet is described as follows: “He was a man of purpose, a fine talker, who underlined his smiles and accentuated his gestures.” (Implies that he had a way with words, as did Tholomyes, though they might have been differently talented- this one is a bit of a stretch, but there’s hardly any information provided for Babet, so one has to make do)

•Babet worked in the medical field as a dentist. 

•Repeatedly described as being transparent in appearance, not a very healthy physique 

•In the final chapter centered on Patron Minette, there is a strong implication that Babet is not his actual name, but rather a facade he is (over the span of time covered in the chapters) living under

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•Tholomyes does not, to the best of the reader’s knowledge, have a strained relationship with the law. Yet seemingly out of the blue, towards the end of his ramblings, he exclaims, “It is true that my name is Felix Tholomyes; I speak well.” (Which seems, as far as I’m able to tell, completely unprompted). 

•Yet later, he addresses Fantine, saying, “O Fantine, know this: I, Tholomyes, I am all illusion; but she does not even hear me.” Perhaps these words were just some products of his seemingly aimless rambling, but there’s no reason provided for doubting them, aside from Tholomyes’ overall characterization. 

•Here is yet another quote from him, interpret it as you will: “It has been said, error is human; I say, error is love.” (I concur: This isn’t included so much to support the argument as it is because I find it interesting!) 

•Over the duration of one of Tholomyes’ ramblings, he seems to convince himself quite thoroughly that women serve to cause more issues and distract one from one’s goals- that it is better to leave women in order to achieve one’s goals. 

•His appearance isn’t an extremely healthy one, though it doesn’t seem to affect him poorly

•Has a tendency to make lighthearted jokes, occasionally at Fantine’s expense

•When describing Tholomyes and similar types of people, Hugo likened him to someone who would have a different name every time you saw him

•Has a notably large amount of wealth that’s never given much context

•Never contacts Fantine after leaving her

•Tholomyes worked (perhaps just aspired to, I couldn’t tell) in the medical field as a doctor

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Additional note: 

•Tholomyes is described as toothless, whereas Babet is not. However, Babet runs a shady dentistry where he’d have a more than generous supply of teeth… just a thought.

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@pilferingapples I hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this, but I trust your vast knowledge of canon material, and I’m curious to see what you’d have to say on this topic.

We shall have no further occasion to speak of M. Felix Tholomyes. Let us confine ourselves to saying, that, twenty years later, under King Louis Philippe, he was a great provincial lawyer, wealthy and influential, a wise elector, and a very severe juryman; and always a man of pleasure.

Which is to say he returned to his position and gets to pass judgement on the Fantines and Valjeans and Champmathieus of the world, because this is a super cheerful story:/  (And again, note that he’s specifically a lawyer and associated with legal work–not a doctor.)

Oh, Hugo also tells us where Tholomyes comes from: Toulouse!

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cryptid-batman:

valjean: that’s it! you’re all grounded. enjolras, no arguing. grantaire, no alcohol. javert- oh my god, is there anything you love?

javert: revenge.

valjean: javert, no revenge.

javert: i was gonna say “i’ll get you for this”, but i guess that’s off the table

seagreeneyes:

Enjolras: Citizens, the nineteenth century is great, but the twentieth century will be happy. Then, there will be nothing more like the history of old, we shall no longer, as to-day, have to fear a conquest, an invasion, a usurpation, a rivalry of nations, arms in hand, an interruption of civilization depending on a marriage of kings, on a birth in hereditary tyrannies, a partition of peoples by a congress, a dismemberment because of the failure of a dynasty, a combat of two religions meeting face to face, like two bucks in the dark, on the bridge of the infinite; we shall no longer have to fear famine, farming out, prostitution arising from distress, misery from the failure of work and the scaffold and the sword, and battles and the ruffianism of chance in the forest of events. One might almost say: There will be no more events. We shall be happy.

Me, well into the 21st century: Oh honey, I’m so sorry…