Ferre makes tea for everyone when they’re sad or stressed. he also takes them out of meetings if they are feeling overwhelmed
he has a group chat where he reminds the rest of the amis to rest and drink water and eat and all that good stuff
is the only person who can get enjolras to go to sleep
sleepy enj called him mama once
he is actually mom™ and is saved as ‘maman’ on like every amis phone, he also gets cards on mothers day
jehan’s card always includes a poem and ferre’s favorite flowers
ferre makes efforts to limit grantaire’s drinking and makes a large amount of progress
r comes to him instead of drinking his feelings
enjolras gets really dependent on ferre but he would never say it, unless he’s really tired. he once fell asleep curled up on combeferre’s lap. courfeyrac took a picture
combeferre makes sure that they all have matching shirts when they go to amusement parks incase anyone gets lost. les amis laughed but then bossuet and marius got lost and the shirt helped them be found
combeferre sends positive messages directly to people who are feeling down. he also makes the posts specifically for these people, courf gets memes while enj gets serious messages
Hello my friends! My name is Gentry and I am looking for people to talk
to so that I can get outside of myself and the small town I live in. To
experience different cultures and learn about the lives of those across
the world or even just across the country. I am an avid reader and
writer, I work at a bookstore so I am basically obsessed. I love music,
typically all kinds but leaning more towards the indie/folk and
singer-songwriter genres. I am just looking to hear your stories; all
that you need or want to talk about! I am a great listener and an even
better pen pal!!!
Been talking with my babe @remember-me-forever-silent-angel and I’ve got a few things I need to say, for you boo, and really any fic writers out there, whether you run big or small blogs.
There’s something you need to know. In interviews and things, you’ll hear a big name author like Stephen King or J.K. Rowling or John Green talk about how hundreds of fans to millions of fans come to them and tell them what an impact their writing has made on their lives. And they do. Like J.K. Rowling had an unreal impact on me, but they do it on a big scale.
However, just because your impact is smaller, doesn’t mean it’s any less important. Did your piece touch one person in a way that made them feel better about something? That person is important, which means your impact was important too. It wasn’t on a large scale, but it was on a large scale to that person.
I’ve had an anon or two tell me that reading my fics have kept them going through bad times, and those people behind those gray faces are important to me, so my impact was important. I helped two people I’ve never met through something I love to do.
Your name might not be a household name, but your name (or in tumblr’s case, URL) holds a special place in someone’s heart - and that is so much more than ‘something.’
Hey guys I’m feeling much better today. And in celebration of Thunder in Paradise tonight let’s do some theories of the special
What do you think will happen? You think we will get a Max and Phoebe hug? You think we will hear max say “I NEED YOU” to phoebe? Gahh I hope we get at least one of those. 😍😍
the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
- don’t beat yourself up for struggling even if you’re doing your best
- you are smart and capable so don’t let laziness stop you from achieving your potential
- stop self sabotaging. that tv show can wait. take a break but don’t become your own obstacle to success. get shit done first
- eating right, staying hydrated and sleeping well are non-negotiable. look after yourself
- grades do not define you so be kind to yourself. but do your best and work hard for what you want
TO EVERYONE WHO GAVE THIS BOOK ONE STAR WITHOUT READING IT:
First off, know that I am not going away. I am going to stand here and scream this from the rooftops as many times as I have to. Because I am tired of my voice and my story being drowned out. This book tells my story. If I get even one person to at least consider they might be wrong, if even one person buys this book because of me, then I’ve made a difference.
I respect your opinion and based off of the original synopsis I completely understand why you felt that way - indeed I agree with you. I understand why the initial synopsis made you angry, really I do. The b.s. trope that lesbians (or any LGBT+ girl) can be ‘cured’ by finding the right boy is not just offensive and incorrect, but incredibly, incredibly harmful. And when it’s used as much as it is, it leads to people in the real world justifying their homophobic thoughts with - “I can f**k that girl, she’s secretly straight anyway. I can make her change her mind. She just needs the right guy.” Corrective rape is a very real danger and one that is directly impacted by words like those in that synopsis.
But this isn’t what the book is about. When the author, Julie Murphy @andimjulie, was informed of how offensive and harmful the synopsis/blurb was she started arranging to have it changed. Because here’s the thing: authors don’t get to write those. Some random person at the publishing house does. It’s that random person that made the harmful words and who misunderstood the book.
The new synopsis is up on this goodreads page now . Please read it and maybe consider changing or removing your rating?
Because this book isn’t about 'lesbians can be cured.’ This book is about bisexual girls, girls just like me, who grow up not knowing that they are bi. Believing that because they like girls they must therefore be lesbians or because they like boys they must therefore be straight. I’m the latter; in this heteronormative world I spent years believing I was straight before I realised.
This book is for all the girls like me who think they fit into one box because they like someone and then one day, realise they have feelings for a different gender. It is about how confusing and scary and downright terrifying that is. It is about lying awake all night thinking “but does liking this boy mean i was straight all along?” “do i actually like him or is it because i’m supposed to?” it’s about worrying that you can’t change your identity because people already know you as a 'lesbian.’ Worrying that you’re just attention seeking or greedy or unable to make up your mind, that you’re on the fence and you need to choose.
This book is about the moment of relief when you finally find the name that suits you - bisexual. Or, perhaps when you decide that it’s okay to not know for sure right now. And how much weight is taken off you once you know who you are, and you have an identity.
I haven’t read the book yet but the new revised synopsis reflects that the book will actually be about those topics. You’re punishing the author for what someone else misunderstood and wrote as a harmful piece of promotion. Notice how different (and not harmful) the synopsis is now that it’s been written with the author’s suggestions instead of just by some dude? That to me suggests that the book itself, written entirely by her, will be much more like the new synopsis than the old one.
Oh, and you will also notice that I mentioned I haven’t read the book yet. So how then, you wonder, am I able to sit here and say that the book will be about all of the things above?
Because I am that girl. I went through all of those things. Mine was vice versa to Ramona - I believed that I had to be straight because I liked boys and if you like boys that’s all you can be right? Wrong. It was so, so hard for me to figure out who I am, where my place in this world is. It took me four years to get where I am (I’m 18 now). And I still haven’t finished this journey - my parents don’t know. I know, from reading this new synopsis, that that is what this book is about because I have lived it. I know because the author is bisexual, married to a man - she has lived it too.
Tumblr I just don’t get it. We cry and cry for more representation but when you have it you destroy it’s chances with negative reviews before it’s even begun. All because it’s the “wrong sort” of representation. You don’t want this bi girls story, my true story, because it shows that sometimes girls who like girls also like boys. Not always but sometimes. And sometimes we end up with those boys.
Please, buy this book. Promote this book, please at least undo this low rating until you have read it. This book could have saved me so much heartache when I was fourteen. It could have let me know that I was not alone. It could have saved me six months of self-harm, an emotionally abusive relationship, bullying for being 'frigid.’
I didn’t have this book when I was facing all those things. But the next bi or pan girl could. We could save them.
Representation is important. Lesbian representation and positive, good representation at that, is important. But so is bi girl representation. And this book just happens to be one for the bi girls. This doesn’t have to be either or, bi girls existing doesn’t mean that lesbians do not. Please, let’s not harm each other’s chance at representation. Let’s support each other.
Please, at least let’s read this book before we give it a rating. Please help the next girl like me before she is hurt.
I will not tell you to get over the person you’re thinking about… that would make me a hypocrite. I will not belittle what you’re going through by repeating tired old platitudes like ‘it gets better’, ‘you’ll find someone better’ or ‘you deserve better’…
I will not tell you that you’re holding onto ashes when the fire has long since burned out or that the rest of your life is waiting for you the moment you are ready to accept that the past is behind you… These are all things you’re probably not ready to hear and you need to realize them for yourself.
But the one thing I will tell you this; I know how it feels to miss somebody. It feels like you’re dying inside. Like you can actually feel your heart ripping and tearing because it so desperately wants to be where happiness is, but you were foolish enough to find happiness in a person – which everyone says not to do – and now they’re gone and they’ve taken your happiness away with them. I know that feeling of helplessness… that confusion of staring at empty hands that used to have everything but suddenly seem to have nothing… I know that pain. I know it all too well… and I feel it. I feel it until I can’t feel any more and then I start to heal a little and I feel it all over again.
So no, I won’t tell you to get over the person you’re thinking about like it’s something easy you should have mastered yourself by now because it’s not… it’s one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do. But what I will tell you is you’re not doing this alone and if you promise to keep trying… so will I…