Oh yeah Romania was fab I highly enjoyed. Much like Greece, that I liked, and I also liked imagining the Prime Minister of Greece sobbing for those few minutes it was number one. Into his ice cream in his pyjamas. Like we can't afford this oh gawd. I can do Fifa. :'D You should I'm sspecter I reblog you a lot. Well yes obviously I ship exR but tbh my main ship is awkward middle aged french virgins elliott would you like to hear my story it's a happy story

ahh yes free alcohol i like them just for that. eh the rest of europe would just pay for it. sWEET fifa it is who will you be rooting for?? oh shit i see you on my dash all the time oops i always forget who is who on there mY BAD aw man everyone ships them i just cant ship them idk man idk yes of course
It's funny because I was on the bus late last night when everyone was heading out to the clubs and EVERYONE WAS SINGING IT SMASHED IT WAS THE BEst. It's alright man it's okay. Not super passionate about exr or middle aged french virgins? Either is sad but I will be varying degrees of disappointed.
My story is what I imagine when I can't sleep or when I'm in the shower and it's where Valjean and Javert own a beautiful grand old house on the Seine - with a little vegetable garden and a gazebo and swingset on bright green grass that stretches down to the water, where you can push out a little rowboat - opening a Charles Xavier-esque 'school' where they adopt brilliant kids off the streets and teenagers with no where else to go, who aren't bad kids they're just in a bad place, and they're doting fathers to Cosette and the Amis
and there's kids running around all the time and there's big family dinners and they throw adorable parties when there's a new family member, parties that the youngest kids decorate for with streamers and banners and stuff they've made out of glitter glue
and they'll get together and watch TV together in the evenings all packed into the lounge on squishy sofas and beanbags and chairs that make it feel like you're being hugged, only sometimes they'll turn the cartoons off and Jehan will show everyone what he wrote today that his teachers gave him an A- on
or Enjolras and Javert will have a passionate discussion about something in the news or something from Enjolras' pre-law text books, and everyone will chip in and giggle and run a peanut gallery commentary, and it'll end with Javert fondly ruffling his kid's hair and telling him to structure his argument better next time
and then when they send the kids to bed (even though there's always a light on in Grantaire's and Courf' room until at least midnight, because they're too busy reading comic books together, Valjean and Javert will curl back up together on the sofa together
and share a kiss that tastes a little of the dinner Eponine cooked (with Joly's help), and a lot of the fine old red wine from the cellar
and they'll look around themselves at the house and family they've made, and it'd be precious and adorable the end.

god damnit that must be even better than celebrating it on tumblr not passionate about middle aged french versions i mean exr is probably my mothership
my face hurts im smiling so much oh man thats perfect
Son I am disappoint but to be fair I understand that it's not everyone's cup of tea but exr man how can you not ship the blind man falling in love with the sun. Next time on Millie makes happy stories out of the most depressingly black story on earth!

i once read a really good fic and it was perfect but i still don't ship it sorryyyyyyyy idk i think i just rly love grantaire because he's so lovely and also self destructive and he loves enjolras so much i just ugh these stupid fucking characters more more more
I'm like Jehan I like self-destructive cycles and fandoms that suck me in and drown me in the Seine.

beautiful poem im like grantaire i hate myself and i drink a lot but i hate everyone else too and he's actually quite lovely so there's that
idk idk there's a lot of Marius in me that I'm a hopeless idiot who gets one instruction, one, don't tell Cosette, Marius, okay papa in law I won't tell Cosette I promise v. v. v. important will not tell cosette 100% whoops told cosette

awww but marius is also adorable honestly though who could keep secrets from cosette
Not me 100% she would bat her pretty eyelashes and I'd give her all my secrets and love and my car or something.

Speaking of creepy (I need some advice on this YOU CAN HELP YAY) okay so I own Euphraise which as you well know is Cosette's first name. And I didn't know wether to make her a Cosette fan pet or not but I had an idea which is love in that she sort of is but not really (she's Cosette pm only she emigrated to Louisiana with her Papa Valjean and the rest of the French settlers in the 1840s when her beloved beau Marius died in the July Revolutions and she's still our wonderful little Cosette who is gentle and sweet and kind and innocent a little too innocent and entranced by the magic of the swamps and the bayous she tries necromancy to bring him back.... WHAT SPECIES SHOULD SHE BE OH MY GOD I want to say a lark because Cosette is 'the lark' but what

holy shit that sounds awesome do it do it!!!!!!! and yeah go w a bird pet
Oh okie dokie yeah why not. I wanna make her all bright and shining innocence, a little broken, bitten off more than she can chew. What does a lark even look like????
Oh like that apparently.

One of my favourite les mis fics is where everyone is a shapeshifter into their chosen animal and it's beautifully artistically written, and Cosette is a lark, which I think is a nice touch!
