stem-cell:

deonte-s:

the idea of harry potter not only straddling two worlds between him (the british wizarding world and the british muggle world) but also being met at each end by two entirely different systems of historical dehumanization/subjugation (with harry on one hand being a half-blood in a society built on blood pedigree and on the other hand being black mixed-race in a society built on white supremacy) is at once extremely tragic and extremely compelling narratively

it’s also interesting that either status has a completely negligible effect within the opposite world (i.e. harry’s blood status means nothing in muggle britain and his race means nothing in wizarding britain)

mixed-race harry continues to rise to the top as the most narratively compelling interpretation of the text

sisterwolf:

The Blood of a Pomegranate- Stephen Mackey

gingerhaze:

Can I set my dress on fire now

Remember who the real enemy is.

jcatgrl:

taejira:

Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen

here's a test i found. go wild, y'all. (im choleric.)

thequeerclone:

the fact that there have no leaked nudes in my dashboard proves that i’m following the right people

arthistorybitch:

Gustav Klimt, The Kiss, 1907-1908

   No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.  
     -   Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini

HUNGER GAMES COMICS

PART 2

hadrian6:

St.Sebastian. 1625. Nicolas Regnier. Flemish. 1590-1667.

http://hadrian6.tumblr.com

the-song-of-achilles:

"In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun."

tacotheshark:

my favorite moment in supernatural

“I BID….MY OWN SOULimage

“mr. crowley, you don’t have a soul.”

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Henri de Toulouse Lautrec - In Bed (1893)