les mis is crazy bcuz wtf dym Andrea Sachs sold her hair and became a prostitute for her child
(andrea sachs is who anne hathaway played in the devil wears prada)
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» Stowaway: Starter for @songandflame
Rumjana had made it through the riskiest part of this scheme. The ship has sailed already, embarking for a journey to the colonies. For all the numerous people crowded aboard this vessel, this journey was a desperate cry for help, fueled by the hope of finding a better life. She has heard what the families had mumbled among each other, promising their children they would no longer have to go to bed with hungry bellies alongside other hopeful tales and speculations of what America would behold, though their voices always carried a frailty of fearing their promises might turn out to be empty.
For her, though, traveling to America had never been something she had intended to do. Never something she would have been able to afford. Perhaps something certain authorities would not have allowed.
That hadn’t stopped her from getting on the ship.
After the ship had departed, Rumjana had made less of an effort to constantly remain hidden. She has never had the faintest clue of what happened to stowaways. Throughout her life, she has heard a few tales of men being thrown aboard and punished in crude ways, but would they truly toss her into the water for not having paid for the trip? She didn’t wish to find out. And so, Rumjana had decided to blend into the crowd, hide in plain sight. She knew, sooner or later, someone would find her if she kept hiding, and undoubtedly, she would get punished in one way or another.
But if she pretended to be a normal passenger among hundreds of faces? Chances were that no one would ask for her identity now that this process had been done. While it felt riskier, it was the safer option with two more blonde sisters aboard who looked similar enough to her that some officers kept mixing them up with Rumjana.
Or perhaps it was the desperation that had drawn her out, as staying aboard the passenger deck was certainly less dreading than hiding in confined spaces that reeked of God knows what it was, spending every living moment in a suffocating anxiety of making a noise or a hint of a limb being seen by one of the Captain’s men.
123.. 127.. 139..
The numbers kept going, the officer shouting them loud enough for Rumjana to feel it in her bones as she flinched behind the crates she was hiding.
After ten days of sailing, the food rations had gotten lower than they should, which had the Captain send an officer to count the passengers. Five had died during the journey, that she knew through what she’s heard by eavesdropping on the others. A pregnant woman in childbirth alongside her stillborn which hadn’t even been counted among the five – God have mercy upon her, and a few more due to a disease that had broken out in the ill-aired lower decks where she had first remained hidden. Leaving the number at an official 203, from what Rumjana has heard.
She could only pray that the counting would stop at 203.
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i can’t even explain how much i love this part of les mis. like. i don’t even know what to say??? society’s view that women like fantine are really at the bottom, but madeleine making sure she knows that no matter what she had to do to survive, she never stopped being as holy and virtuous as the people around her ??? sorry im screaming
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I Dreamed a Dream driving home tonight (well in the parking lot, not actually driving or I would have had a Fauchelevent’s cart situation) 😅
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The infamous letter, the nineteenth century verson of breaking up over text. the eight of cups is about abandonment and walking away.
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Fantine leaving Paris with little Cosette. Volume 1, Book 4, Chapter 1.
Clips from
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Innocence floating high over fault, that’s Fantine. Volume 1, Book 3, Chapter 3.
Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.
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“gold and pearls for her dowry, but the gold was on her hair, and the pearls were in her mouth”
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I should have seen it coming but who knew a book that translates to the wretched poor would have me bawling my eyes out.