what up i’m gavroche i’m ....... twelve i think and i never fucking learned how to read

Where’s Éponine? I miss her

Merci, chief!

// we projecting on all my les mis accounts!!!! bc they’re literally the miserables so i can make them fucking miserable

He’s curled up under a bridge, shivering from the cold. Maybe it’s the rain or maybe it’s a silent tear that trails down his cheek.

The young boy couldn’t help but flinch a little at the touch, even if he is brave. “My parents? I don’t really ‘ave parents.” He mumbled, rubbing his nose and sniffling.

A frown pinched at his lips. Such kindness seemed suspicious. He sat up anyway, taking a look at the woman. “Do you have bread in your bakery? An’... an’ fresh ones with no mould or hardness?”

Hesitantly, he took the woman’s hand and stood up. “Only if I can keep some for Eponine. She’s my sister and she’s starving too.”

Gently nudges book down. “I have a present for you.” Toothy smile.

He missed Courf.

Various yelling noises.

All he wants is a good dad. Or just a dad. Maybe some food too.

He stole some croissants for Les Amis! Will they let him discuss politics with them now?

Slips into Les Amis meeting

// bruh should i keep my thénardier or switch to a grantaire bc i got HIT with r muse

Y e p e

// OI ENJ ACCTS will you guys write with me if i make a grantaire 🥺🥺 i wanna do some pining

This pup is back!

Too late—