Tag: les mis

alternative les mis song titles

the-wretched-in-french:

prologue: “how many times can i say 24601?” a memoir by javert

at the end of the day: damn it sucks to be poor

i dreamed a dream: men suck, just become a lesbian

lovely ladies: i love prostitutes

who am i?: time for my daily existential crisis

the confrontation: all i did was STEAL SOME BREAD

master of the house: bastard of the house

look down: damn it sucks to be poor 2.0

stars: vendetta of the century

red and black: VIVE LA FRANCE

do you hear the people sing?: VIVE LA FRANCE 2.0

a heart full of love: these notes are higher than a drug addict

on my own: men suck, just become a lesbian: the sequel

one day more: wtf is going on who is singing???

the barricades: VIVE LA FRANCE 3.0

little fall of rain: ouch

drink with me: time for my nightly existential crisis

bring him home: 

the final battle: ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch

the sewers: the confrontation

javert’s suicide: ouch?

empty chairs at empty tables: survivor’s guilt

beggars at the feast: the thenadiers wont die why wont they die please just die already for the love of God die you thots

epilogue/finale: IM NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING (also VIVE LA FRANCE 4.0)

sssara-b:

Ne nous oblie pas // Don’t forget us

It had been years, maybe decades, since Marius had opened that suitcase. He had used it to move from his Grandfathers’ on his own and so forth, and then he had left it at Courfeyrac’s for a while… then the Insurrection came to be and with that Marius had been encountered with a sad epilogue. 
His life had moved on, though: he had married Cosette, the love of his life, the light of his eyes, his Hope and his Strenght. 2
They were happy, and he had tried to forget his sorrow, his grief. He had woken up in tears, drops of cold sweat running down his shoulders, a scream trapped in his throat.

But that day something feels different, maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the fact that it’s June, and in a few days it’ll be the anniversary of his friends–
No, he still can’t wrap his head around what happened…
So he opens that suitcase, law books, notes never again seen, a couple shirts he’s not worn in years…
and then, tucked into a corner, neatly folded, a yellowed piece of paper…
He doesn’t remember putting that there, he didn’t forget, his heart is racing too fast for it to be a simple piece of paper
Marius’ fingers, slow and trembling, unfold the sheet.

“Ne nous oblie pas” it reads, and above that a photograph. It was taken hours before the insurrection began, hours before every person in that picture lost their smile forever.
“Don’t forget us” they are asking him, smiling fondly, looking at the camera.
They must have asked Gavroche to put that there, they would have all been to busy to run away from the Barricade and come back in time to meet their Fate…

“I won’t forget” Marius whispers to the wizened memory, tears wet his cheeks, he would never forget them.

beeth0ven:

the les mis fandom is great because it’s so diverse.

you have the people who are making aesthetic mood boards and writing head canons for the Les Amis

you have the people who are really into the 2012 movie

and those who are into the play

aou have theater geeks, literature nerds, and history buffs fandoming in harmony

some people only care about shipping the les amis

while others are into javert ad valjean’s respective character arcs

you have people who spend hours analyzing the source text

and people who are writing gay fanfic 

there’s the “hugh jackman as valjean” clan

and the “colm wilkinson as valjean” group

there’s the fluent french speakers

the intellectuals

and the “i chugged an entire bottle of wine because i’m rping grantaire” people

everybody is there for a different reason, but we all get along and I think that’s great