irrational and will never stop

Javert: Abhors reading and writing.

Fantine: Actually illiterate. :(

Marius: Polyglot professional writer, disqualified due to unbridled displays of heterosexuality.

Gavroche: Too young to use the website, per Tumblr ToS. [Fortunately, this sign cannot stop him because he probably cannot read. Unfortunately, that might prevent him from posting anything.]

Thénardier: Literally sent scam begging spam back in the days when you had to write them individually by hand and deliver them in person to the recipient. His blog is nothing but spurious solicitations reblogged from his many sock-puppet accounts.

Enjolras: Too busy doing actual organizing IRL to bother with Tumblr, and very careful with InfoSec online.

Grantaire: Help! Someone has released a reddit-bro on this website!

Clear Winners

Éponine & Cosette: Lonely teenage girls with few or no avenues for socializing in real life? Tumblr was made for them.

Honorable Mention

❤️ Georges Pontmercy/Abbé Mabeuf❤️

Be honest now: did you remember that Mabeuf had a brother?

Abbé Mabeuf was the curé of Vernon, where Georges lived. He was also the only person Georges saw regularly, and they seemed close. When the colonel died, the only people by his side were his servant and the curé - Marius sees him sobbing over the dead body.

If you think calling this a ship is a stretch, consider the fragment below:

This caused the curé to regard him with veneration and tenderness, and the colonel, on his side, became fond of the curé. And moreover, when both are sincere and good, no men so penetrate each other, and so amalgamate with each other, as an old priest and an old soldier. At bottom, the man is the same. [3.3.2]

:)

...[Gavroche] approached this pensive individual and began to tip-toe around him the way people do when they are afraid of waking someone up. At the same time there passed over his childish face, at once so cheeky and so earnest, so skittish and so intense, so cheerful and so heart-breaking, all the grimaces of an old man signifying: bah! impossible! my eyesight's playing me up! I'm dreaming! could it be--? no, it's not! and so on. Gavroche rocked on his heels, clenched both fists in his pockets, made bird-like motions with his neck, invested all the sagacity of his lower lip in an extraordinary pout... It was at the height of of his preoccupation that Enjolras came up to him. "You're small," said Enjolras, "you'll not be seen. Go outside the barricades, keep close to the houses, take a bit of a wander round the streets, and come back and tell me what's going on." "So young'uns do have their uses. Just as well! I'll go!" ...Then raising his head and lowering his voice, Gavroche added, indicating the man from Rue des Billettes, "You see that tall fellow over there?" "Well?" "He's a nark."

[From LM 4.12.7] @barricadeday

❤️ Georges Pontmercy/Mabeuf ❤️

That man, who had so manly an air, yet who was weeping like a woman, had struck the warden. That face had clung to his mind. [3.3.2]

Monsieur Mabeuf was a warden in the church of Saint-Sulpice, where he met a peculiar man - one who attended the mass to watch his son from afar. By chance, they met again later in Vernon. There, Mabeuf came to know his entire story.

When he made Pontmercy’s acquaintance, this sympathy had existed between the colonel and himself—that what the colonel did for flowers, he did for fruits. [3.5.4]

In a way, they traded deaths: the old soldier died alone among his flowers. The botanist, perhaps inspired by a certain veteran, perished on the battlefield.

In a better world, they shared a garden and the custody of Marius.

Henry Lloyd-Hughes as Georges Pontmercy

I made a Javert for the aftermath of barricade day

You are putting the thunderbolt on trial for the storm.

June 7th | the aftermath

empty chairs or whatever

(chairs not included)