Feminism is like the red pill in the Matrix.
Suddenly you’re watching everyone walk around in this delusion and reality is terrifying.
There’s a reason this exists:
5: three favorite characters
Oh boy, three more!
Courfeyrac is like actual sunshine and rainbows and exuberance and revolutionary fervor and he brings home strays without a second thought and doesn’t bat an eye at those strays being weird and could so easily have taken the easy road and become another Tholomyes because that’s basically what was expected of him but instead he looked around and went, “fuck that, vive le peuple!’ and joined the revolution instead.
Marguerite, because ladies helping each other and ladies who are not embittered by their awful circumstances and ladies being tough and kind and understanding and having little but offering things anyway and not judging Fantine for her fall and just Marguerite guys.
Marius’ landlady puts up with so much crap and she deserves to be recognized, so I will give her a slot here too.
8: one character you would bring back to life
So let’s talk about Bossuet! Let’s talk about how he’s wounded but not quite dead and how Marius puts his jacket over him to keep him warm how Valjean later stumbles across him and recognizes the jacket and is like, “that one. That one is Cosette’s.” So he grabs Bossuet and the sewer thing happens and it’s not until he gets back home that he actually sees Bossuet’s face in the light and he’s like, “…crap. Wrong one.” But it’s too dangerous to go back out and he can’t exactly leave this one to die, so he brings him in and sits down and has an ACTUAL CONVERSATION with Cosette where he’s like, “I’m sorry, I tried, really I did, please forgive me” and Cosette is, of course, heartbroken but she still tends to Bossuet’s wounds, obviously, because he needs help. And when he wakes up Valjean explains the situation and Bossuet is understandably not entirely pleased about this whole thing because, you know, all his friends are dead, but he can’t exactly change the past so he does his best to process things and figure out what the heck he’s going to do now. He’s got a vague thought of going maybe to Bahorel’s parents to finish recovering, because Bahorel definitely offered his family to anyone who survived and needed to lay low afterwards. But he and Cosette spend a lot of time talking, because he can’t do much else and she is still terribly lonely and also super curious about him, and she convinces him to stay even after he could conceivably travel again. (“With your luck you would be arrested within minutes,” she says. “At least if you stay here my papa can smooth things over for you.” Outside the gods of situational irony cackle.) And Valjean, after seeing that Cosette doesn’t seem inclined to run away with this one, actually kind of starts liking Bossuet and lets Cosette talk him into letting Bossuet stay, and at some point Musichetta finds them and she and Cosette become friends and slowly things become kind of okay and Cosette and Bossuet and Musichetta mourn together and laugh together and Bossuet teaches Cosette all sorts of terrible puns and Cosette sews all the holes in his clothes and Musichetta pulls her aside and explains a few things about the world and the choices she has available to her and they all survive and are happy (except for when they’re sad, but at least they’re sad together) and by the time 1848 happens Cosette is totally a republican and there is great rejoicing all around and Valjean stays and doesn’t go hide and let himself die and it’s good.
21: favorite historical tangent
Waterloo! Waterloo! I love Waterloo so much! It is so well written and so thematically important and it ties so many things together and it has Cambronne and Hugomont and that horrifying thing with the horses, which is so horrifying that you can’t look away because goddamn does Victor Hugo know how to write.
…WELL NOW YOU HAVE TO WRITE THIS
And I’m torn between being deeply DEEPLY upset and going “huh, okay, net survival rate increased and plausibly” and I’m just
(I mean on a pure hijinks don’t-consider-the-consequences level I’m going BWAHAHAH at the idea of Valjean being like “oh, heck, yours had hair, didn’t he?” and Cosette just being confused and a little put out because geez, Dad, I was pretty specific about make and model? but then I think about non-hijinks level and AAAUGH)
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS because oh geez all his friends for crying out LOUD Tamara
BUT YOU HAVE TO MAKE THE THING HAPPEN NOW.
Everyone else can go home. Grossman is the best.
(Kathryn M. Grossman, Les Misérables: Conversion, Revolution, Redemption)
les miserables not called the brick without reason it smashes the windows of our comfort in our rich ease and builds up in us the values of progress towards the light its also freaking huge victor hugo what a thing that you did (diminutive-fox)
This excerpt that I posted a few months back just got an unexpected second wind…and I had to acknowledge this particularly cool set of tags. “Brick” as more than a joke - I love it.
Procrastination is not typically a function of laziness, apathy or work ethic as it is often regarded to be. It’s a neurotic self-defense behavior that develops to protect a person’s sense of self-worth.
You see, procrastinators tend to be people who have, for whatever reason, developed to perceive an unusually strong association between their performance and their value as a person. This makes failure or criticism disproportionately painful, which leads naturally to hesitancy when it comes to the prospect of doing anything that reflects their ability — which is pretty much everything…
Because it is rewarding on the short term, procrastination eventually takes on the form of an addiction to the temporary relief from these deep-rooted fears. Procrastinators get an extremely gratifying “hit” whenever they decide to let themselves off the hook for the rest of the day, only to wake up to a more tightly squeezed day with even less confidence.
Once a pattern of procrastination is established, it can be perpetuated for reasons other than the fear of failure. For example, if you know you have a track record of taking weeks to finally do something that might only take two hours if you weren’t averse to it, you begin to see every non-simple task as a potentially endless struggle. So a modest list of 10-12 medium-complexity to-do’s might represent to you an insurmountable amount of work, so it feels hopeless just to start one little part of one task. This hones a hair-trigger overwhelm response, and life gets really difficult really easily.
Gotta reblog this again cause it’s painfully relevant to my life
novel about a morally grey pirate captain who is cursed to die within 5 years for stealing some forbidden treasure, and only giving her heart to someone and expecting nothing back can break the curse
but rather than go on some journey to find some true love or whatever, she decides to use her last years to travel the seas with her crew and collect treasure and drink and be merry
and on the day of reckoning, she is falling more and more ill, and her crew gather all around her to say goodbye to their captain when suddenly the curse is broken. because she gave her whole heart to her ship and her crew, and expected nothing back.