talk street magic to me

drawing power from the metro lines

illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run

plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens

elementary kids learning basic sigils on the playground

wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move

alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments

middleschoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone

numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10

kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops

Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.

Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.

Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.

Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.

Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.

In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.

Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.

One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.

Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.

Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “I think your hair looks perfect today.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”

Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.

Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.

Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc.They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances… they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.

Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.

Street magic is an amazing concept.

I Neeeeeeeeeeed this.

a few thoughts on Susan Pevensie



Awhile back, someone sent me an ask about this drabble on Susan Pevensie, wondering if my little story was agreeing with JKR’s quote or disagreeing. I answered a bit then, but I wanted to talk a little more about it if that’s alright. 

There comes a point where Susan, who was the older girl, is lost to Narnia because she becomes interested in lipstick. She’s become irreligious basically because she found sex. I have a big problem with that.” - JK Rowling

So, here we go: yes, I agree with Rowling. I have a big problem with that. (I think I read it more as she discovered vanity, rather than sex, but same idea). 

Susan doesn’t show up in The Last Battle. She is not saved. That, alone, is fine— this is a story about faith, and having someone who loses faith is important to that story. 

BUT the way Lewis explains to us that Susan is lost is something along the lines of she started liking lipstick, nylons and invitations.

He gives us a couple of lines from people who are not Susan, and they sum up her existence as lost. Because lipstick. 

Let’s look a bit closer at this. There were so many choices here. She could have discovered Nietzsche, or atheism, or both. She could have told too many stories to her mother, who got her counseling and medication for her hallucinations. She could have gotten bullied at school until she bowed under the pressure. She could have gotten angry, gotten furious at being kicked out of a world she loved, at doing puberty twice, and shoved all of it away, lost faith as an act of retribution.

That would have made her a kind of vicious, sure, cutting off her nose to snub her face, but at least she would have been doing something. Here, other people tell her story. Here, “lipstick, nylons, and invitations” is used like it’s a complete thought.  

I don’t have a problem with Susan losing faith, but it bothers me that “faithlessness” is synonymous with these things, these stereotypical assets of a young woman. Oh lord, she cares about her appearance. How can she also believe in a magical land and the bravery of childhood and the faith of the innocent if she cares about her appearance

Susan is shamed for growing up. Now, there are a lot of ways to grow up as a woman, let alone a person, but this is the way we are told to grow up: a coming of age, boys and banter, giggles and lip gloss. We’re sold this brand of femininity. Susan embraces it and she is dismissed as a person for the crime of acting out the story they were selling her. 

She cares about her appearance, just as we tell women they should, so she is vain. She is vain, so she is silly, she is foolish, she is faithless. 

To be fair, this is a story they still tell about women. That caring what you look like makes you vain, and not caring makes you sloppy. We want beautiful girls. We want them to be all-natural. “You’re prettiest without makeup on,” they tell some girl who spent fifteen minutes this morning plucking her eyebrows and putting on invisible foundation to cover her blemishes. It makes sense why Lewis told this as Susan’s story and thought it was enough. I don’t think he did something wrong writing it. I think he did something ignorant, but that doesn’t make the story any better.

Or maybe this isn’t me being fair. Maybe this is me being furious: this is a story they still tell about women. 


I have never found a better explanation for why what C.S. Lewis did to Susan ticked me off. Thank you for putting it into words for me.


what kind of horse is this


what kind of horse is this

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THESE JERKS. ;___; <3


THESE JERKS. ;___; <3



Kitten calls for backup

dammit i need all of them for my collection


The head-turning Game of Thrones actress Gwendoline Christie is a towering 6ft 3in tall and admits she often felt she couldn’t relate to women on the big screen because of her Amazonian frame, but is now relishing the opportunity to play a tough, fierce warrior in the medieval fantasy drama.

She said: “It’s really vitally important to me the way women are portrayed. As someone who has always felt at times pretty genderless because of my size, it interests me to challenge ideas of prejudice and femininity, and what it is to be a woman.”

The towering actress reveals that she had numerous setbacks in her career before landing a prized role as Brienne of Tarth in the hit show, adding: “I found it so frustrating, particularly at the beginning, because I would be told, ‘Sorry love, you’re too tall.’ At one stage I was like, ‘I’ll give this another six months and if this persists, ‘I’ll become a nun.’ “

For her role as warrior Brienne, Gwendoline trained how to fight with swords and ride horses and says it’s “empowering” to know she can “break a man’s nose with my elbow.”

"I do all my own stunts and come away with bruises and scratches. After one scene I was absolutely covered in bruises all down one leg and up one arm. But it’s worth it. It’s quite fun. I enjoy knocking around with the boys."

I cannot get enough of this woman. She deserves all the awards.


My Buddhist friend was stopped by a Christian fellowship and asked if she would consider following the word of Jesus Christ. She replied, “No, thanks, but maybe next time around.”

I don’t think they got the joke but I nearly died laughing.

anon asked: bethany or carver

30 days Anime Challenge:
Day 11 - Favorite mech series
Mobile Suit Gundam Wing

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Someday I'm gonna find out what it is that makes people want to fight.

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