musings of an alterægo
my land is here
i am mathosexual (long term relationship with math leaving me unable to relate with people and asexual)
i go by the pronouns michaelmichael/michaelmichaels/michaelmichaelself
i am an QUOC@, queer ultimate of color (oriental/arab)

i want to float.

away into the sky, or on the water.
i just want to feel the stress evaporate, riding away on the waves, and eddies, and currents.
to feel consciousness drift, until i’m just one with it all, the divides between me and the world broken down.

ppyajunebug:

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

This appeared on my dash and I smiled. I’m glad it’s still going around, and that people are still affected by it! Definitely the most popular thing I’ve ever written…

lol no

lol no

queerpoc:

If I ever see any of you in public, the code is
image
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

my future tbh

generic-art:

This song is now playing inside your brain.

generic-art:

This song is now playing inside your brain.

teenagesoil:

I feel like I’m going to be that aunt who drinks vodka straight out of the bottle and ruins Christmas.

herimperialnootness:

The majority of us know what henna is by now, and it’s a very lovely way to decorate one’s skin and hair with henna. In addition to that, it’s a pretty beneficial plant.

However, so many people have decided that henna only belongs to South Asian and some North African cultures. This is simply…

flawless commentary

tonyespera:

zizino1:

The oppression of Muslim women does NOT lie within the religion or the culture. It lies within patriarchy and its an issue of men oppressing women. Men are the perpetrators of the oppression of women in the middle east, not religion.

#western misogyny is framed as a problem of men whereas eastern misogyny is framed as a problem of culture#double standards (via jurhfalastini)

this is wrong because both are a result of patriarchal cultures.

and yes they are different patriarchal cultures. for example my children will hold citizenship in the middle east despite being second generation americans whereas my sister’s children will only be american unless she marries a man who has our citizenship as well. this is the most facile differences between us in the eyes of our culture, but still.

Melanie Martinez - Toxic (originally by Britney Spears)
2,563,083 plays

ruckuslike:

thelefthandedwife:

accio-happin3ss:

notyrqueer:

bakefestatspliffanys:

lilfairyboy:

ofgeography:

infinitelyeverlark:

001. Toxic | Melanie Martinez

I took a sip from a devil’s cup
Slowly
It’s taking over me 

HOLY CRAP

I want to do so much witchcraft to this 

when the chorus hits tho

I listen to this like 5 times every time it comes up on my dash.

So I guess I have to reblog.

This is some American Horror Story shit

I could seriously see this as the theme song for some creepy-ass southern gothic romance drama.

fuck