25 Lives, by Tongari

alighthouseofwords:

The very first time I remember you, you are blonde and don’t love me back.
The next time you are brunette, and you do.
After a while I give up trying to guess if the colour of your hair means anything. 
because even if you don’t exist, I am always in love with you.
I remember most fondly those lifetimes where we get to grow up together,
when you share your secrets and sorrows and hiding places with me.
I love how you play along with my bad ideas,
before you grow up and realize they are bad ideas.
(And in our times together I have many bad ideas.)
When we meet as adults you’re always much more discerning. I don’t blame you.
Yet, always, you forgive me. 
As if you understand what’s going on, and you’re making up for
all the lifetimes in which one of us doesn’t exist,
and the ones where we just, barely, never meet.
I hate those. I prefer the ones in which you kill me.
But when all’s said and done, I’d surrender to you in other ways.
Even though each time, I know I’ll see you again, I always wonder
is this the last time?
Is that really you?
And what if you’re perfectly happy
without me?
Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. It’s only fair
that I should be the one
to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes 
until I find the one where you’ll return to me.

Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin – find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.

audacityinblack:

dear-tumb1r:

rasec-wizzlbang:

concept: willy wonka and harry potter take place in the same universe
the ministry of magic haaaates Willy Wonka

“Mr. Wonka,” Dumbledore smiled warmly, looking down into the Pit from his podium. The members of the Wizengamot muttered disapprovingly, shifting in their seats. Willy Wonka, clad today in a bright magenta suit and tophat, beamed cheekily up at them from his chair, his silver-gloved hands cradling his chin. 

“Mr. Dumbledore,” He replied brightly, with the barest hint of a lisp. 

“I trust you know why you are here?” Dumbledores question was crisp and businesslike, but the twinkle in his eye gave away his amusement at the situation. 

“Not at all! I’ve nary a clue,” Wonka wiggled his eyebrows. Dumbledore audibly stifled a laugh. 

“You are accused of improper use of magic, improper use of muggle artifacts, and several counts of using magic in front of a muggle,” Dumbledore reminded him. He conjured a projection with his wand. Displayed in grainy sepia was Willy Wonka, arm around a boy of around 10. Behind his back, he twitched an ash wand, and machines in the background around them whirred to life, producing all manner of sweets. 

The projection ran its course and collapsed, and Dumbledore stowed his wand back inside his robes.

Wonka smiled and fiddled with his hat. 

“How do you plead?” Dumbledore asked, leaning forward eagerly for what would surely be an amusing trial. 

“Not guilty on all counts,” Wonka said, perhaps a tad smugly.

The members of the Wizengamot muttered amongst themselves. Not Guilty? Impossible!

Dumbledore hushed them quickly. “Explain, if you would. We have, after all, quite a mountain of evidence.”

Wonka stood and brushed a bit of dust off his suit. He tipped his hat mischievously. “Of course,” he grinned. 

“Firstly, use of magic shall only be considered improper whereby it is applied to cause harm or applied recklessly. All magic used in my sweets is rigorously tested for both safety and taste. It is not used to cause harm, but to bring joy.” Wonka paused to adjust his jacket. 

“But surely,” Dumbledore said, leafing through his notes, “you cannot deny that you illegally charmed several thousand muggle artifacts?”

“Ah, but I can,” Wonka said, now twirling his cap in his hands. “Muggle artifact refers, of course, to any muggle made object. But, you see, I built those machines, each and every one. They are not muggle machines at all, but wizarding machines, built by a wizard. The factory itself, as well. You could argue that, as machines are a muggle invention, I still broke the rules, but then I could argue that every wizard dwelling with any charms applied to its walls is in violation of the law, as muggles were the first to make bricks.”

The Wizengamot glared silently. He was right, of course. Violating the spirit of the law was not illegal if one followed the letter. 

“And the last charge? These are definitely Muggle children, are they not? No magical talent, raised in muggle society?” Dumbledore straightened his glasses and peered down at Wonka, his eyes still bright with intrigue. 

“Not at all,” Wonka grinned, placing his hat back on his head. “You see, the ticket system was not nearly so random as I pretended. The tickets were charmed, they would only becomes visible to children with magical heritage. All the children chosen were second generation Squibs.” Wonka bowed low, as if he were finishing a particularly well executed play. 

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems no laws were violated after all.” Dumbledore stifled a grin at the groans of angry disapproval from the Wizengamot. 

“But he very clearly violated the intent of the rules!” Spluttered a large, rather red faced wizard in the second row. “He’s just…cheating! He’s cheating!”

“Ah, this is true, but he did not, technically speaking, break any of the rules. He did not expose muggles to magic, nor enchant muggle made objects, nor improperly apply magic anymore so than any magical confectioner. I’m afraid we have to let him go.” Dumbledore smiled gently and put away the rather thick file with Wonka’s name embossed on the cover. For the brief second it was open, a list of hundreds of charges with “Not Guilty” inked beside them was visible. It was carried off by a house elf, and the Wizengamot began to file out until only Dumbledore was left. 

“You’re a very clever man,” He called down to Wonka. “We could use you at Hogwarts, you know.”

“No thank you,” Wonka called back, grinning. “Skirting the law is far more fun!”

Willy Wonka is a fucking Slytherin.

ancientphantom:

rjdaae:

Concept: contrary to the belief of many critics of Phantom of the Opera, the majority of young phangirls actually *aren’t* anti-feminist abuse-romanticizers who harbour a misguided desire for a 50 SoG-esque relationship; rather, viewing the narrative through their own lens, many of them find something *empowering* in the idea of a man who is powerful, dangerous, ingenious—and yet entirely in thrall to a meek and unassuming girl

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This is a very insightful post, and I think that’s exactly why so many younger girls, especially teens/early 20s, romanticize and become invested in the story.  It’s not that they actually want a guy to stalk, terrorize, and murder them, or that they think that would be fun or romantic somehow (outside of the small minority); it’s that they see a story in which a woman is good, smart, talented, and in control of her own decisions, and a very powerful and genius male figure is smitten with her to the point that she has a huge amount of control over him if she wants it.  The Phantom is presented as terrifyingly powerful and overwhelming, but Christine and Christine alone (not the military and aristocracy dudes running around, not the people who own the place, not even the mysterious Daroga who knows more about him than anyone) literally has almost total power over him in the end, and that’s something that female readers, even subconsciously, are bound to pick up on.

(I’d compare it to the Alpha Male trope in [straight] romance novels, where the attraction isn’t the Alpha Male himself [who is usually overbearing, violent, demanding, and intentionally emotionally stunted] – it’s the fact that by the end of the story, the heroine has completely conquered this supposedly powerful figure, he has no power over her, and he will do anything for her because he loves her so much.  Many such novels have explicit “breakdown” scenes, where the Alpha Male has to literally beg the woman to accept or forgive him and directly state either out loud or internally that she has all the control over the situation and its effects on him.  It’s a social dynamics power fantasy; by being awesome (usually with no more than having a strong personality and/or being attractive), the female figure takes the power in the relationship away from the guy who ostensibly had it and becomes the one in control.  And I’m sure I don’t need to tell anyone how genre romance novels marketed toward women are generally considered deeply Anti-Feminist and also Trash by the majority of the writing and critical community, or point out that, unsurprisingly, the overwhelming majority of writers in the romance genre are women, and that the majority of those people who dismiss the entire genre point-blank as being Not Even Real Writing for God’s Sake are dudes.)

There are still a ton of underlying problems that can come up with this or any other story like that – some readers, especially young ones, do end up romanticizing abuse because they don’t know any better, and other harmful tropes that young girls are pretty consistently sold in media (You Have to Love Him Because He Needs/Wants You To, Nice Guys Always Finish Last, Violent/Dangerous Men Really Just Need Someone to Love Them to Be Good, The Most Important Thing About a Female Character is That The Male Characters Want Her) are easily attached to the story by younger readers who haven’t had time to really examine them.  Sometimes a reader is drawn to the story because of the Christine-as-empowerment angle and still attaches those other shitty tropes to their discussion of it just because they don’t yet have the tools to analyze what they like about it or they can’t separate all that junk out, and we’ve probably all been there at one point or another.

But yeah, I think you’re dead on.  People who haven’t read/analyzed the story or who look in on fan culture they aren’t part of are very quick to write off fans as being ridiculous dramatic dummies who, if not actively anti-feminist, are being “unfeminist” because they just don’t know any better, gosh darn it.  And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that most of those people being targeted by that assumption are young girls, reading a narrative that they most likely get something very different out of than older folks and especially men do (who, while of course there are exceptions, as a general demographic aren’t nearly as interested in the Phantom story or approach it purely as a mystery/horror tale).

Essentially, this is a story with a woman as the main character who is the focus of all action and ultimately makes all the important decisions in the narrative.  That it’s attractive to women, especially younger women and girls who don’t always get to see that very often, shouldn’t be surprising.

aly-naith:

A Court of Wings and Ruin

Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin’s maneuverings and the invading king threatening to bring Prythian to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit-and one slip may spell doom not only for Feyre, but for her world as well.

As war bears down upon them all, Feyre must decide who to trust amongst the dazzling and lethal High Lords-and hunt for allies in unexpected places.

elleellenic:

Part 1 | Answer Part 1 | Part 2

Hello from hell! I don’t know how to atone my sin after making this piece. It’s the first time I have ever drawn such a scene ///// Thank you for the great experience, tumblr

Thank you for all the ‘enthusiasm’ for this comic strip! Let me hug you all for bearing the same shit Mr. Han had given to our pure mind ( ; v ; )/ It’s quite hard to finish this one because my mom is always popping around so I got a lot of mini heart-attack every single time someone walks near me;;

Anyway, due to paint tool sai’s maximum limit of canvas size I need to split the comic strips into another part. The question here is now either I want to go ‘further’ hell yeah  on the next part or end it with the sweet lovey dovey stuff. Jumin can be very sweet too aside from his kinks, right :3

Any comments/suggestions are always open~! Feel free to chat with me/leave something on my askbox, I always read it. I might also reply it with quick doodles if you suggest interesting ideas 🙂