but guys guys hear me out

les amis

murder mystery dinner party

The Murderer: The National Guards

The Victim: All of them. They’re all dead. Oh god, who decided this was a good idea?


are you srs?

Victor Hugo - Les Miserables from Page to Stage


Just found out that the State Library of Victoria is hosting a new exhibition - Victor Hugo - Les Miserables from Page to Stage - from 18 July to 9 November 2014.

I’m already planning my trip down there for the stage revival, and this is just another incentive…


Like fiery eyeball thing, no problem. But don’t even try to imagine a Samoan elf. (x)



there are over fifty species of the genus Rosa (actually a family of herbaceous bushes) with many different colors but probably the ones you are thinking of fall into one of the garden rose hybrids! which have been bred by gardeners and rose breeders as ornamental flowers. the Rosa ‘Mister Lincoln’ is a hybrid tea rose first bred in 1964 and because it’s red and has the bud shape that we generally think of when we think of roses, it’s probably the one you want for this poem. 

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violets are the largest genus (genus Viola) in the family Violaceae. there are hundreds of species and they can be nearly any color! Viola riviniana, the common dog violet, is the closest to blue. there are many species which are orange or yellow or purple or multicolored. butterflies in particular love Viola riviniana! 

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the color blue in particular seems to have been chosen to allow the last line of the quartet to be addressed to “you.” the beginning two lines have been traced to Edmund Spencer’s The Faerie Queene, where the narrator observes a fairy queen bathing with “all the sweetest flowers” including “roses red, and violets blew.” 

And then, surprise, everything is Les Miserables because Victor Hugo actually used the phrase in a song Fantine says she used to sing to Cosette! why have Les Mis valentines makers not gotten on this, are you all too sad from the latest brick club chapters to add more sads or 

this post brought to you by the fact that I got bored and Googled things for half an hour. take it as you will. 

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue
wait I’m crying too”

(Source: askfornewurlbye)

Bahorel and Gavroche





Okay but Bahorel and Gavroche —


They apparently met while looking for a place for the barricade:

“The reds, the reds!” retorted Bahorel. “A queer kind of fear, bourgeois. For my part I don’t tremble before a poppy, the little red hat inspires me with no alarm. Take my advice, bourgeois, let’s leave fear of the red to horned cattle.”

He caught sight of a corner of the wall on which was placarded the most peaceable sheet of paper in the world, a permission to eat eggs, a Lenten admonition addressed by the Archbishop of Paris to his “flock.”

Bahorel exclaimed:—

“‘Flock’; a polite way of saying geese.”

And he tore the charge from the nail. This conquered Gavroche. From that instant Gavroche set himself to study Bahorel.

Yeah— it bugs me more than somewhat that Gavroche appears to be Grantaire’s Sidekick in a lot of adaptations now (and Courfeyrac’s, in the movie, though Courfeyrac himself bothers me less—but  whyyyy? Bahorel was seriously RIGHT THERE. For once. And this is one of the main Things about both their characters.) because I think it’s important about Gavroche that he attaches to THE most enthusiastic, defiant, exuberantly state-smashing one in the group. He’s a street kid, hungry, homeless, and with no reason in his life to trust anyone— he’s not drawn to MORE doubt and despair.  But he understands mocking the machine. He KNOWS the defiance of laughter.  And here’s an adult speaking his language, in  with all these SRS IDEALISTS and raging rioters. Of COURSE he imprints on Bahorel. 

 Then it’s love whatever at first sight and Gavroche instantly decides he’s got a new best friend or something (and then they’re cute):

“Bahorel,” observed Enjolras, “you are wrong. You should have let that charge alone, he is not the person with whom we have to deal, you are wasting your wrath to no purpose. Take care of your supply. One does not fire out of the ranks with the soul any more than with a gun.”

“Each one in his own fashion, Enjolras,” retorted Bahorel. “This bishop’s prose shocks me; I want to eat eggs without being permitted. Your style is the hot and cold; I am amusing myself. Besides, I’m not wasting myself, I’m getting a start; and if I tore down that charge, Hercle! ’twas only to whet my appetite.”

This word, Hercle, struck Gavroche. He sought all occasions for learning, and that tearer-down of posters possessed his esteem. He inquired of him:—

“What does Hercle mean?”

Bahorel answered:—

“It means cursed name of a dog, in Latin.”

Here Bahorel recognized at a window a pale young man with a black beard who was watching them as they passed, probably a Friend of the A B C. He shouted to him:—

“Quick, cartridges, para bellum.”

“A fine man! that’s true,” said Gavroche, who now understood Latin.

Gavroche gets into a brat-off with Enjolras, mocks or teases every adult he sees, SINGS TAUNTS AT THE GUARD WHO SHOOT HIM. He’s got exactly zero reasons to trust any adult. But what Bahorel says is unquestioned truth and he just builds on it, even though Bahorel is totally BS’ing.

Yes, yes! Gavroche just dislikes any form of authority; adults, acting mature and in control, trying to tell him what to do, first of all. Gavroche’s whole personality screams that he’ll do what he can, because he can, even if you disapprove of it —heck, especially if you disapprove of it. If growing up means loosing that, well, he doesn’t need it. Indeed, he can already live by himself, has a place to sleep at night and even kids to claim as his own, without all the inevitable inconveniences of being an adult. Even if it means to never get the same respect as adults get, and that he has to stay on his own as a result, he’s still better off as long as he stays a child.

But then there’s Bahorel. He’s an adult that never had to trade his freedom for adultood, and immediatly, Gavroche knows: he wants to be him.

  And then they just go around doing things on the barricade together, because why not:

In the meantime, in the space of a few minutes, twenty iron bars had been wrenched from the grated front of the wine-shop, ten fathoms of street had been unpaved; Gavroche and Bahorel had seized in its passage, and overturned, the dray of a lime-dealer named Anceau; this dray contained three barrels of lime, which they placed beneath the piles of paving-stones: […]

Indeed! Why not!  Why NOT just imply that they’re stomping around the streets being a nightmare of Roving Youths together? Why NOT let Bahorel just totally adopt the kid for the rest of the time they’re alive? THAT ISN’T GOING TO HURT LIKE FIRE AT ALL.
…I hate both these guys for what’s coming next gdi. 

I like that it also implies that, unlike all the other adults there who are dismissing his attempts to help and try to keep him off the barricades, Bahorel justs accepts that Gavroche will do whatever he wants if he decides to, and treats him like anyone else who would have been proposing their help. Bahorel is not patronizing him, GAVROCHE IS TAKEN SERIOUSLY FOR ONCE.

It’s one thing to finally meet an adult he has respect for instead of his usual disdain, but it’s a whole another thing TO BE RESPECTED IN RETURN.

 Gavroche then goes to look for a gun, which people refuse to give him until he identifies Javert and goes outside the barricade to see what’s going on. As soon as he’s back, though, he most probably goes to Bahorel again: 

Forty-three insurgents, among whom were Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Bossuet, Joly, Bahorel, and Gavroche, were kneeling inside the large barricade, with their heads on a level with the crest of the barrier, the barrels of their guns and carbines aimed on the stones as though at loop-holes, attentive, mute, ready to fire.

 And there comes the WORST PART:

During all this time, Little Gavroche, who alone had not quitted his post, but had remained on guard, thought he espied some men stealthily approaching the barricade. All at once he shouted:—

“Look out!”

Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Jean Prouvaire, Combeferre, Joly, Bahorel, Bossuet, and all the rest ran tumultuously from the wine-shop. It was almost too late. They saw a glistening density of bayonets undulating above the barricade. Municipal guards of lofty stature were making their way in, some striding over the omnibus, others through the cut, thrusting before them the urchin, who retreated, but did not flee.

Gavroche is in danger! As is the whole barricade. What does Bahorel do?

Bahorel dashed upon the first municipal guard who was entering, and killed him on the spot with a blow from his gun; the second killed Bahorel with a blow from his bayonet. 

Exactly. As soon as Gavroche cries out, Bahorel is the first to react. And dies as a result.

And then I cry. And Gavroche goes off caring about it way less than me as I continue crying.


I…seriously doubt Gavroche doesn’t care? But it’s not his character to show it much, for good reason. He’s got all sorts of resilience, but also all sorts of serious problems that go with that. His life gives him no reward for open displays of grief or panic, and a lot of risk. Gavroche is amazingly warm-hearted, to the point of heroics, but he’s got to be able to disconnect, too— and we see that in this whole relationship. He attaches to Bahorel instantly and, as you point out, pretty completely (and Bahorel, bless his mad heart, doesn’t have any problems with this, because seriously he’s everyone’s big brother )- but the emotional flip side to that is that he moves on just as fast.

I don’t think Gavroche doesn’t care at all either. I was more alluding to the fact that, like for most death in the book, Hugo won’t give us more than a passing note about the other character’s reaction to it. I should have been more clear, maybe.

I agree with you, though. From beginning to end, this relationship didn’t last more than a mere few hours. As strong as the attachment could have been, it still wasn’t fixed. And there’s also thing with the ‘psychological fact peculiar to barricades’.

(( “Whatever may have been the singular inward tranquillity which we have just mentioned, the barricade, for those who are inside it, remains, none the less, a vision.

There is something of the apocalypse in civil war, all the mists of the unknown are commingled with fierce flashes, revolutions are sphinxes, and any one who has passed through a barricade thinks he has traversed a dream.

[…] On emerging from a barricade, one no longer knows what one has seen there.”))

And that’s why this is the part that REALLY ACTUALLY UPSETS ME because this is probably the first adult Gavroche has ever really, consciously respected, the closest he’s gotten to feeling safe and trusting an adult, and like you’ve shown his fanboying is totally accepted and he’s so secure about it and he gets just a few hours to enjoy it before he watches the guy killed RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. Possibly/ at least somewhat DEFENDING HIM, as you point out. What a damn kick in the head- no, you CAN’T rely on anyone, Gavroche, not even when they’re smart and tough and actually give a damn about you. OF COURSE he’s not going to carry on and make a show about it. 
What’s the use in crying when there’s nobody to hear, after all?

That Bahorel dies doesn’t bother me— really, the death of the Amis in general doesn’t bother me for THEIR sakes—but the ones who get left behind, that rips me up.


…and now I just need some fic where they all go home and feel better and Gavroche starts hanging around Bahorel’s place like a stray cat and eventually settles in a bit and Bahorel maybe never bothers to BE a lawyer but he knows how laws work because how else can you break them all so he gets the paperwork sorted out and Oh Heck did I just appropriate a small engine of destruction AWESOME and Gavroche never calls him Father because that’s gross Fathers are Bad to him (and anyway they’re more like brothers) but they’re totally family and darn it I can’t fic so I’m not likely to GET that but still THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS POST IT HAS WRECKED ME IN THE BEST WAY.

Okay, okay I won’t excuse myself then :) (though that was partly because at 2:00am I can’t make sense or think or even just write and OMG WAS THAT AN OBVIOUS ERROR RIGHT THERE NOPE yOU NEVER SAW IT)

I second that need for a fic now.


hear no evil. see no evil. speak no evil. 

kid Loki: Jii
Photos: Ebony

(Source: jiidesu)


Do you ever just see the first sentence of a text message and just think “oh fuck no I do not have time for this shit”

I would like everyone to know that the teachers in the English Dept at Alamogordo HS do not agree with the knee jerk reaction of pulling Neverwhere from the Dept. library. It has been successful as a supplemental novel and since our goal is to get students engaged and encourage their thinking, this novel is a keeper — the students love it. The passage the parent is referring to is not graphic, but it is an adult type situation…a very briefly visited one.

I am sorry our school administrators did not stand up and support the material the way we all would have expected them to do. Also, as much as we hate to expose anyone for not speaking the truth, this parent had publicly stated that the school was “forcing” her student to read the novel (not true), and she also stated that the school never offered her daughter an alternate selection when she objected to Neverwhere. This statement is one that we will vehemently deny. The mother is stating inaccurate comments publicly. I work with the teacher in question – a very capable and intelligent young woman that is an asset to the English Dept.- and she immediately provided an alternate novel to the student as soon as the mother made the first known objection to Gaiman’s novel.

We simply cannot stand for banning a book for hundreds of students this year and in the years to come because a single parent objected over one brief passage on ONE page. Making inaccurate comments about the teacher (whom the parent chose not to even meet, but publicly disrespected her and questioned her credentials in spite of that), saying we forced anyone to read a text she objected to, or stating that no alternative assignment was offered is absolutely false. Teachers are sensitive to the needs of their students.

Our students have enjoyed Gaiman’s novel for almost ten years, and it saddens us to think that our future students will not have the same opportunity.

The teachers in the English Dept are opposed to any form of censorship. This situation is being handled incorrectly, it makes our school and our town appear as if we are fine with suspending the use of a book that is used by middle and high schools across the country and around the globe. We are not fine with it, and we want people to know that.

Kathy Wallis commenting in School Library Journal on the banning of NEVERWHERE at Alamogordo High School, New Mexico.

The original article reported from the parent’s point of view has gotten nationwide play, can we boost the signal on this as well please?

(via shellytotter)


Artist: Arthur Hacker
Title: The Sea Maiden
Date: 1897


Artist: Arthur Hacker

Title: The Sea Maiden

Date: 1897


Artist: Gustave Moreau
Title: St. Sebastian and the Angel
Date: 1876


Artist: Gustave Moreau

Title: St. Sebastian and the Angel

Date: 1876