She took a step toward the cutthroats; she was frightening, she began to laugh.“What the devil! I’m not afraid. This summer, I’ll be hungry; this winter, I’ll be cold. Are they some fools, these geese, to think they can scare a girl! Scared? I spit on it! Because you have hussies for mistresses who hide under the bed when you raise your voice, it won’t do here! Me, I’m not afraid of anything!”She kept her eye fixed on Thénardier and said, “Not even you, Father!” // Independent RP blog for Éponine Thénardier from Les Misérables. Predominantly Modern AU. Mainblog for conrxde.tumblr.com and protxgo.tumblr.com.
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thewolfherself: "you deserve a nice girl. You shouldn't trail after someone like me." ~Éponine |
Emile pursed his lip a bit, realizing why Eponine had invited him to meet her at the cafe. He aimlessly stirred his cup of coffee, not exactly sure how to answer her remark until a little while after. “You are a nice girl though. I wouldn’t be so fond of your company if you weren’t.”
"But I’m not," Éponine murmured, sure of her words. She’d rehearsed what she was going to say, certain that this time she could make him go. She would hurt him, she knew this for a fact, and she wanted to save him at least a little bit of pain. "I promise you, I am not a nice girl. Not nice like you, or like your sister. I’m not nice."
For every person out there who has family who isn’t “by blood.” Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten.
ask if they regretted something or wanted to do something else, ask what they were thinking when they did something, ask what they think of another canon character. ask.
PLEASE OH PLEASE
i dont think anyone is more serious about urban legends than theatre kids i mean once a kid had to go home from rehearsal bc he said the name of the scottish play onstage and someone punched him in the face
of course i didnt what kind of fool do you take me for
DO I FOLLOW WHERE SHE GOES
Les Amis de L’ABC (et les amis) Modern AU: Éponine Thénardier
She holds her cigarette with three fingers, like a society darling bored of her rejection. She had, after all, come from a long line of the corrupt elite, and she knows when social graces has been trumped by those who are even more amoral than they are. No more slender lines and hazy cigarette smoke for this daughter of wolves - only the harshness of nicotine on her chapped lips. Only scandalous affairs that end with boys who have grown too attached. Only old bloody money in her trust fund. Only her parents, unvisited, in jail.
In other stories, she had loved and lost. In this, she knows better. You never stood a chance.
For Thea (tumblr user maytheymeetagain), on her birthday.
DO IT
DO YOU EVER SEE SOMETHING SO POORLY WRITTEN THAT YOU ACTUALLY REWRITE IT IN YOUR HEAD AS YOU’RE READING ALONG
