But I'm stuck like a dope, with a thing called hope!

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Wakes up from hypnosis where he was about to marry a woman he’s never seen before with his mystery girl’s voice, the instant he wakes up then the cute girl he’s actually fallen in love with now has that voice. Then she drops to the floor and has a fish tail, and then the first girl is suddenly cackling “too late!” and bursting out of her skin. So it turns out she’s actually an octopus woman who drags herself over to the real mystery girl - who’s a mermaid?! They’re real?! - and taking her back into the ocean. And Eric has no idea what’s going on here but okay, one of these women is clearly evil and he needs to go after his mystery girl.

And all of this happens/he realizes what he has to do within like, a single minute.

Prior to this he was just living out a sweet romance after having a Meet Cute with a shipwrecked girl, but okay, guess he’s involved in whatever the fuck this is. Acting first, questioning later.

I’ve been in the Les Mis tumblr fandom for some years now. It’s a special community, with one very special event. 

The grind.

The adrenaline.

The no-betas-we-die-like-Le Cabuc. 

But the reality on the ground tells a different story. 

Here’s what I’ve observed about Barricade Day—what everyone’s really thinking, but too afraid to say ⬇️

1. June’s not coming earlier—but the online pace is picking up.

June 1st hits. Before you know it, Larmarque is dead, the barricades are up and everyone is posting the art they’ve spent weeks perfecting. And you? You’re frantically scrambling to get something together.

It’s just like a protest in a fanfic that mysteriously goes wrong. One minute everything’s good. You’re on track. The next, there’s smoke in the air, bricks being thrown, and bleeding twinks sheltering in a Starbucks. Or something like that.

The solution? Make time work for you. Barricade Day is whenever you say it is. The real thing already happened, so it’s not like Charles Jeanne cares which day you post your Enjonine fic.

2. People don’t want to fuck Enjolras anymore—and that’s a problem

There was a time when Aaron Tveit ruled this corner of the internet. All you had to do was post a gif of his blond wig and the reblogs would come flooding in. Enjolras thirst was a real source of power.

And now?

A gifset will get 20 reblogs if you’re lucky.

The fandom is only as strong as its horniest soldiers. To survive and thrive in an adapting environment we’ve got to commit. Enjolras porn won’t just happen. You’ve got to make it happen.

3. Migration is natural. Don’t get let behind.

Staying relevant means adapting your approach and going where the change is. Tumblr has had a good run, but it’s not where fresh new fandoms form.

X might just be the answer.

With a younger and more public fanbase, X is where it’s at these days. Now you don’t have to hide behind pseudonyms and keep things within communities—you can tag all the actors when posting your Amis gangbang art.