The main character of Les Miserables is not Monseignuer Bienvenu or Jean Valjean, or Fantine, or Gavroche, or Marius, or Cosette, but the person who invents them and tells their story, this insolent narrator who keeps cropping up between his creation and the reader.

Mario Vargas Llosa, The Temptation of the Impossible 

TRUTH. 

(via pilferingapples)

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theviscountconsett:

As a new comer to the Les Mis, Barricade Day seems to be the one time of the year when the Les Mis fandom acknowledges that, yes, all those characters died horribly and bloodily in a failed revolution, and just wallows in it’s angst. The rest of the year we’re very happily sailing down a river in Egypt talking about Enjolras’ beautiful hair.

raeseddon:

thebaconsandwichofregret:

azumariko:

he was on TATOOINE you fucking loser

Obi-Wan can find an invisible planet hidden by a devious Sith Lord, Anakin can’t find his ex-best friend on his own home planet while the guy is still using his own damn name.

I know we give Obi-wan a lot of shit for leaving Luke with his real surname but Anakin really is that stupid

I think about this a lot.

iamlesmistrash:

just-french-me-up:

boys-of-the-barricade:

If someone tries to tell you that Les Miserables is a serious novel just remind them that one of the characters thinks he’s dating France.

Also, one of them headbutts a tree at some point

yes and he does this for THREE HOURS while his girlfriend sobs beside him the entire time