“You’ll be safe here.”
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Guys, this is what geek culture is all about.
This. Right here.
That kid who picks up one comic. Maybe it’s Batman, maybe it’s X-men, maybe it’s the Ninja Turtles (for me, it was Spider-man). But, it’s about that kid who picks up that one comic or watches that one show or reads that one book and finds their world completely changed. Who feels like they’ve come home for the first time.
This kid, who’s never felt entirely comfortable in the real world, who finds a fictional world in which they feel welcome. That kid who knows they would accept the X-men if they ever met. Who wants to be saved by Batman. Who wants to fly aboard the Enterprise or in the TARDIS. That kid who wishes they could be bombarded with cosmic rays, gain wondrous abilities, and leave their world behind for one of adventure.
The real world is a world of bullies; of teachers; of parents who might be abusive or neglectful or who might be perfectly wonderful but, through no fault of their own, might not be able to help or understand. The real world is a world of change, and fear, and social conventions that are sometimes mind-boggling. The fictional world, however, will always be there for you. When the rest of the world is simply too hard, this world can be your oasis. I think, if you asked any one of us about our first fictional love; about our first fandom before we ever knew that word, you’d find a lot of stories with a lot of similarities.
That’s why it pisses me off so badly when I hear about people who aren’t being accepted by this culture. Stories about guys who spend their time policing the “fake” geek girls. People who so harshly judge the cosplayers who “get it wrong”, because they don’t have the right body type or enough money to get every costume piece perfect. These people who act as if you can’t really love a character if you’ve only read or seen some of it; who forget that fandom is often love at first sight. It only took me one episode of Star Trek to know I loved it. If I didn’t have the time or ability to watch every episode, does that make my love any less real than the person who owns every season?
Geek culture can and should be the most accepting culture there is. We are bound together by a love for a world that is other than our own. There’s no need for credentials or proof, just a sharing of this love and a welcoming of all comers with open arms. These characters, this world, will always accept you, and so will I.
You’ll be safe here.
Those are my worlds. Those are the places I run to when my mind has seen to much of the real world.
I’m in tears
I like the Nokia phone.
But, there’s the argument philosophy that a horcrux must be something of importance, particularly to the caster of the spell; something so weighty that the caster must have close to an obsession with the object, if not at least a highly emotional attachment.
My first zippo, my first fedora, my statue of Tyr, one particular d20 in my dice bag of several, etc could all be excellent examples.
Tom was obsessed with power, fame, hatred, himself, snakes, and pure blood.
The diary - an embodiment of the self, on so many levels for him.
The Ring - Belonged to his father, whom he had dire hate for.
The Locket of Slytherin- Let me just hope, if you’re reading this, that this is obvious.
Hufflepuff’s Cup- Power and Fame, a Hogwarts founder; possibly also a gesture of dominating the other houses
Ravenclaw’s Diadem- See Hufflepuff
Harry Potter- The unexpected and unknown horcrux; Bound to him by intense hatred of his enemies, Lily and James Potter. As a half-blooded wizard child, Harry was and is the embodiment of all of Voldemort’s hatred. Through the protection of Lily’s motherly love, his curse rebounded, completely throwing his attempt to create a horcrux out of wack. Probably no exact record or magical explanation exists, but theory suggests the multiple unexpected factors simply produced an unexpected result… to put it lightly.
Nagini - Big, fuck off snake, which Tom possessed the rare ability to speak with, as did Salazar Slytherin. A close pet, and the nearest thing he “cared” for. Intended to be the sixth and final horcrux, leaving the shard in Tom as the seventh piece.
Way to fuck things up, Harry.
Shit, I got off track, didn’t I?
It should also be noted that the amount of self-centered-ness one has to have in order to create a horcrux is absolutely insane. You have to be SO obsessed with being okay with cracking yourself into an/multiple inanimate/living object(s) and THEN being okay with…whatever happens when you die and it becomes you. (I guess COS kinda let you know what happened, basically feeds off of a person until you steal said persons life force and become into being)
Or perhaps, like in Lord Voldemorts case, you have to have an extreme fear of death.
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A self portrait of sorts I hastily put together. Its sketchy on purpose because that is my favorite part of drawing. :3 and of course gotta represent Dat Gryffindor.
REBLOG WITH YOURSELF!!
I am the pride of Slytherin.
dammit Avali put on some clothes
Hey guys is this where you learn magic and shit?
I stand by all of the terrible things I said about Hufflepuff
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