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The Red Sponge: Spongebob’s Role in Enforcing an Oppressive, Capitalistic Society

Every millennial who grew up watching “Spongebob Squarepants” has come to the same horrifying conclusion: you have turned into Squidward. No matter how buoyant, how cheerful, how optimistic you were as a child, there comes a point where you begin to identify with Squidward more than any other character in the show.

You could explain this phenomenon with the disillusionment and cynicism of growing up, or the burdens of being a teenager in a post-John Hughes society. There is, however, an even simpler answer. Spongebob is an allegory for Karl Marx’s The Communist Manifesto. The show revolves around Spongebob, the hardworking proletariat, accepting a low-level fry cook job and enduring Mr. Krabs’ exploitation with a grin on his face.

The face of compliance

It’s not hard to draw the parallels between Mr. Krabs and the bourgeoisie. He’s a cheapskate who underpays and overworks his employees for his own personal gain. Mr. Krabs famously ripped off his own arms (claws?) to retrieve a dime that fell down the drain. He took his workers on a boating trip to retrieve his millionth dollar from the jaws of a giant clam. He has zero regard for his employees’ safety and almost routinely puts them in danger for his own benefit.  Mr. Krabs’ daughter, Pearl is an extension of the bourgeoisie archetype. She’s vain, self-centered, and largely unaware of others’ misfortune. She lives in a bubble, obsessed with clothes, makeup, and celebrities — because she has the leisure for such frivolities.

Remember when Pearl gentrified The Krusty Krab

Speaking of living in a bubble, Sandy is not exempt from analysis. Sandy is quite literally shielded away from the rest of the world. She represents the intellectual elite, using her privilege and higher education to jeopardize working class jobs and further the industrial revolution. Her endeavors into space mirror the Cold War-era “Space Race,” capitalism versus communism. Her voyage ends on the moon, just like the U.S.’s did. On top of her scientific record, Sandy is independent and self-sufficient, exemplifying capitalistic ideals of individualism.

If Sandy is the intellectual elite, then Patrick Star is just the opposite. Patrick represents the bourgeois caricature of the working class that capitalists want you to buy into. He is ignorant, undereducated, and lazy. He lives under a rock, likely because he can’t afford anything else — although he doesn’t seem to mind. Patrick appears to deserve his poverty because he does nothing but sleep, yet he also seems at peace with his lot. This idea of the happy, unproductive bum simultaneously vilifies and justifies the proletariat. “See, they’re poor because they just don’t work hard enough! In fact, they like being poor!” Patrick Star is arguably one of the most offensive cartoon depictions of this generation.

Blatant vilification of blue-collar workers

Spongebob, on the other hand, represents the ideal proletariat. Spongebob is hardworking, humble, and endlessly optimistic. He’s a lot like us before we realized the inherent evils of a capitalistic society. Day in and day out, Spongebob gleefully works a minimum-wage job flipping burgers with no hope of promotion. He’s a cog in Mr. Krabs’ greasy machine, but he doesn’t even realize it. He just continues to skip to work every day, chanting “I’m ready!”. Ready for what, Spongebob? Ready for the bourgeoisie Kool-aid he’s been absorbing through his poriferous sponge body.

Spongebob is the ideal worker, and as children, we aspired to be just like him. The very first episode of Spongebob showed him getting his first job as fry cook. According to the show, the very best achievement you could receive is being gainfully employed. Not only employed, but tirelessly productive and efficient to maximize your manager’s profits. Spongebob famously served busloads of anchovies at a never-before-seen pace. It wasn’t enough that Spongebob could perform his job well; he had to go above and beyond his duty in order to seem valuable. These are the principles we instilled in the youth of today. What went wrong?

Back, finally, to Squidward. Squidward isn’t like Spongebob or Patrick. He isn’t satisfied in his low-level employment. What Squidward seeks is artistic satisfaction and world renown. He covets the success of his employer without achieving the work ethic necessary for someone of his class to ascend. Squidward has realized that the cards have been stacked against him at every turn, and resigns himself bitterly to the clutches of capitalism. If Squidward were less jaded, he could be the catalyst to prompt full-scale class warfare, perhaps ending in a communist utopia. Unfortunately, Squidward’s defeatist personality and egoism prevents him from implementing social change.

Mfw I realized I will never dismantle oppressive power structures that infiltrate our economic landscape

That is why we are all Squidward. We’ve uncovered the limits of capitalism and realized that hard work may not always pay off. We’ve begun to notice the oppressive economic and social structure that infiltrates our everyday life. We yearn for something higher, but feel that change is out of our reach. We become bitter, combative, self-deprecative, and cynical. There’s a reason Squidward is the unhappiest character on “Spongebob.” Not only for faults of his own, but for his own rotten luck. The show subliminally punishes Squidward for his views, hoping to prod viewers back towards Spongebob’s blithe, unfounded optimism.

Their efforts were to no avail. Millions of millennials are finding themselves disillusioned, realizing all along that Squidward was the reasonable one. He had a right to protest Mr. Krabs’ vile working conditions, and his sarcasm was merely a coping mechanism for the injustices placed against him. Squidward is the dissatisfied proletariat, and we identify with him more than ever. The difference is, we have the energy and collective power to succeed where he could not. Together, we can rise up and defeat the bourgeoisie, establishing an egalitarian society that does not prey on the lower classes. In the words of Spongebob, “I’m ready.” Are you?


Prince’s 19th studio album, Emancipation. Released November 19th, 1996.

Seriously tho being apart of the Christian Slater fandom is such a gift because we’re not a huge big group. Instead, we’re just a small collection of people who know that this cute lil man isn’t perfect and has made some mistakes (and some bad films) but understand that he’s come a long way in his career and is genuinely a good guy as well as a very talented actor. He’s spent his whole life trying to make something of himself while dealing with his own personal shit and now here he is in one of the biggest television shows on the air doing what he loves with people that he loves. Whether we found him in Heathers, True Romance, or Mr. Robot, we all band together and love him through every bump in the road, every bad haircut, every trashy movie. No matter what, we stand with the five-head through thick and thin. I’ve also had the pleasure of meeting so many awesome people because of this dude

@blood-of-the-rose @alabama-spivey @ilkkavilli

I honestly and truly love Christian Slater so very very much and his films have helped me more than I could possibly say in these last few months and I couldn’t ask for anything less from an amazing man. 

 Side note: he’s also a sexy piece of ass who’s made expectations in guys waayyy too high but it’s okay that’s what masturbation is for 😉

I love him so much <3

Broken Trust - Part Two

Summary: From what you’ve been told the British Men of Letters weren’t people you would really like. Though you didn’t expect to get that caught up with one of them, breaking the Winchester’s trust with your actions.

Words: 1389

Pairing: Eventual Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader

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Warnings: None except for a bit of Spoilers for 12x14

A/N: Text messages at the bottom of the fic. Bold stands for Ketch, Italic stands for Reader.  You can write yourself down for upcoming Ketch fics on my taglist.

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Pride and Prejudice Meme: Favorite secondary character
↳  Charlotte Lucas


“Uh..Kim Namjoon?” You stand next to the receptionists desk and call for your next patient, reading from your clipboard. You look around the waiting room, nobody moves. You repeat the name but again, no one responds. “Okay.. Um-”

“I’m here!” You jump out of your skin when a young boy is suddenly right in your face.

“Who are you?” You ask, looking him over. He had dark ripped jeans on, a tank top, and blonde hair.

“I’m Kim Namjoon. Well actually just Namjoon but,” he shrugs, reaching his hand out. You stare at it, before looking back at him. You turn on your heel and start walking down the hall.

“Follow me,” you say.

Namjoon looks around, pulling his hand back to his body and smoothing both of them out on his jeans awkwardly. You were kinda mean, but still pretty. He was expecting a male doctor or at least an older lady, but he considered himself lucky to get stuck with the pretty young one. Maybe he’d get your number at the end and you could have drinks together. Did doctors even do drinks?

Namjoon smiles brightly regardless of his rejected handshake offer and follows you down the hall. You stop at a door and gesture him in first, going in after and shutting the door behind you.

“Hop up on here will you?” You pat the examination table as you pass it, going to the counter to set your clipboard down. “You’re just here for a check up is that correct?”

When you turn around, you see Namjoon sat up on the examination table, his hands folded in his lap and his feet swinging adorably. He was looking around the room in curiosity.

“Mr. Kim?” You gain his attention and he snaps his head to you.

“Just Namjoon,” he shoots you a cute smile and you nod.

“Alright. Namjoon. What are you here for?” You repeat your question, turning around to get a pair of gloves pulled snuggly over your hands.

“Just a check up before tour,” Namjoon sings.

“Oh before tour huh? Are you a singer?” You grab your clipboard and a pen, walking over to take a seat on your stool in front of Namjoon.

“Yeah! I’m in a boyband,” Namjoon smiles.

“That’s pretty cool,” you look over the boy’s paperwork. “I have to ask you a few questions so try and answer them for me okay? Some are personal so if you can’t answer, that’s perfectly okay, we’ll just skip the question.”

“Can I ask you a question for every one you ask me?”

“Um what?” You look up, Namjoon staring at you with his head tilted. “I’m supposed to ask you the questions.”

“I know. But I’ll feel more.. comfortable if I get to ask you questions too,” the boy tries to persuade you.

“Okay.. Whatever you need to feel relaxed,” you say, looking down. “First, do you smoke?”

“No,” he answers without a beat.

“Okay. Good. Second-”

“No. I get to ask you one now,” Namjoon stops you.

“Right right. Go ahead,” you nod at him.

“Uh… Oo! What’s your name?” He asks.

“My name?” he nods, “My name is (Y/N).”

“Wow,” he breathes out.

“Yep. Second question, do you use alcohol at all?”


You look up, “You do? But you’re only twenty.”

“I’m allowed to drink in Korea,” he says.

“Is that where you’re from?” You get a hum in response. “You don’t drink like, excessively or anything right?”

“No. My manager says only one cup.”

“Alright. Go ahead and ask your question.”

“How old are you?” Namjoon chooses his question easily.

“That doesn’t matter,” You say.

“You look so young.”


“How’d you become a doctor?” Namjoon asks.

“I’m pretty sure it’s my turn for a question,” you say. “How’s your diet and excersize? You look pretty fit, and considering you’re in a boyband I hope you guys wouldn’t be too irresponsible with what you eat right?”

“We’re okay. Our managers have us on a diet, and we excersize everyday because we have rehearsal.”


“How’d you become a doctor so young?” Namjoon asks.

“I graduated high school early, and went to college to get my degree at a very young age.”

“Wow,” Namjoon nods. “Impressive.”

“Thanks. Now what about your sexual health? Are you sexually active?” You look up to see his cheeks red.

“What?” He squeaks out.

“Do you have sex regularly? Do you masterbate?” you ask and he only gets more embarrassed. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m your doctor, you can tell me everything. Masterbation is common and perfectly normal-”

“Oh god,” Namjoon whines, hiding his face in his hands. They’re very large, you notice. “It’s not that. I’m a virgin okay? I don’t have sex regularly, and I definitely do not masterbate. God.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, before writing down his answer. “Alright. If you say so.”

You stand up and set your pen and board on your seat, standing next to the examination table. You grab Namjoon’s wrist and he jumps in shock.

“I need your arm to check your blood pressure,” you explain, pulling the gage off of the wall behind him.

“Oh,” he says, holding his arm out for you.

You wrap the blood pressure cuff around his bicep, velcro-ing it tightly. You rapidly inflate the cuff, checking the reading on the small meter. You lets the air out slowly, before inflating it again. Namjoon just stares at you.

“You’re really pretty,” he says without thinking. Your eyes move to look at him and he looks away quickly, biting his lip. You go back to recording. You pull the cuff from his arm and hang it back up on the wall.

“120 over 80, it’s perfect,” you say, jotting it down in your note. Next you moves to stand in front of Namjoon. “Spread your legs for me.”

“What?” He looks at you with wide eyes. He was thinking the same thing, but he thought you would be a little more lady-like about it.

You roll your eyes and grabs his knees, pushing his legs apart so can stand between them. You pull your stethoscope from around your neck and plug it into your ears.

“Pull your shirt up,” you instruct, watching in confusion as Namjoon pulls his tank top off completely and throws it across the room. “Okay..”

When you lean forward, Namjoon does too and pushes his lips to yours. You widen your eyes and push him away.

“Namjoon!” You exclaim.

“What?” He asks, confused. “I thought this was what we were doing!”

“No!” You shake your head. “I was going to check your lungs!”

“Oh,” he frowns. “But my lungs are fine. So we can kiss again.”

He reaches up to grab your face and pull it down to his, once again crashing your lips together. He kisses you needily, making a mental note on how good you fucking kiss, even if you weren’t moving.

“Namjoon,” you mumble against his lips, trying to push him away but he holds you in place. He waits patiently for you to kiss him back, and he gets excited when you finally do, your lips slowly starting to move. “We can’t do this..”

“No one’ll know,” he whispers, gently pushing you back a little so he could slide from the bed.

You don’t pull away from your messy kiss as Namjoon turns you around, lifting you up by your waist and placing you on the examination mattress instead, pushing your legs apart so he could get as close to you as possible. Your arms wrap around his neck and his stay gripping your waist, holding your body to the front of his.

“Taste so sweet,” Namjoon mumbles, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He laps up the inside. “So good.”

Despite his liking of your sweet lips, Namjoon pulls away to kiss at your jaw and neck. He sucks bruises into your skin, his hands playing with the bottom of your scrubs top. He pulls away, and pulls your shirt up and off your body, throwing it to the side and diving back in.

“Mmm,” you grab hold of his hair and hums as he kisses all over your chest.

He tugs your bra straps down your arms and unclips the clasp in the back with one swipe of his fingers, causing you to gasp. He wastes no time in leaving wet kisses over your pert nipples, flicking the tip of his tongue over the buds and making you shiver.

“Fuck,” you grip his hair harder, your other hand palming him through his tight jeans.

He pulls back, his shaking hands going down to work on his pants while you pull your hands back so you could work on your own. Namjoon kicks his jeans away, standing in his tight boxers and impatiently helping you get yours off. He rips your panties down and spreads your legs so he could take a look.

“Fuck. You’re dripping baby,” he comments in a deep voice, that definitely wasn’t the one he’s been using the entire time. This one was sexy, more husky and hot.

You lay back on the bed as Namjoon crawls up onto it with you, between your legs. He does a weird move to shimmy his boxers off and on the floor, pumping his thick cock in his hands.

“Fuck,” he moans at the feeling of his own hand. You reach up to wrap your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to lay on top of you and kiss him feverishly. “You don’t need prep right?”

“Just go,” you beg, whining when he slows the kiss down.

He grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands and pins them above your head, knowing what was about to happen. He lines his cock up with your entrance and slowly guides himself in, you instantly screaming out.

“Shh shh shh,” Namjoom says into your mouth, shoving his tongue inside to keep you quiet. “Gotta be quiet baby..”

He continues to slide inside, inch by inch, kissing you reassuringly and reminding you that it would feel better in a second. Once he’s fully inside, he has to bite his lip at the tight, warm heat enveloping him. He gives you time to adjust, pulling back to see your face. He moves his hand from your wrists to thumb away a tear on your cheek.

“You okay?” He asks in concern. “Do you want to stop?”


He starts out slowly, dragging his hips back and gently pushing back in. The pleasure was exploding inside of him and he wanted so bad to just fuck you senseless but he wanted you to be comfortable first. It’s a few more times of dragging out and gently pushing back in until you whine for more. Namjoon grabs a wrist in each of his hands and pins them down by your head, dipping down to kiss your neck.

“Ready?” He whispers, his voice laced with lust.

You don’t even have time to nod, before Namjoon’s hips are snapping into you at a fast pace. You scream out and Namjoon was already ready for it, covering your noises with his kisses. He pants and grunts into your mouth, driving his cock in and out of you, shoving in deeper with each thrust. You bite his lip, and he groans loudly, his grip tightening around your wrists.

“Fuck baby. Tight pussy, so perfect,” he moans into your mouth, thrusting into you quickly. He moves his hands to your hips so he could hold you still, and yours shoot right to his back.

He slows down and grinds into you, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit and sending sensations through your body. You moan loudly and he pulls his cock all the way out, before shoving back into you roughly. He goes back to fucking you hard and fast, your hands dragging down his back and encouraging him further. Namjoon bites his lip as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy over and over, loving the way you were clenching around him.

“I’m gonna..” You don’t finish your sentence, gasping for air.

“Come on my cock baby. Lemme feel you,” he groans to you and you moan loudly as your thighs tense up and pleasure bursts in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit,” you moan, leaning up to bite his shoulder as you come down. After a minute or two, you become over sensitive with Namjoon still pounding into your wrecked pussy.

“Gonna come baby,” he grunts out finally and you start kissing and sucking on his neck, trying to drive him further.

He moans before shooting his load inside you, his entire body shuddering above yours. He slows his cock as he comes down, softly pushing in and out to milk the rest of his orgasm. “Fuck.”

You collapse on top of each other on the bed, both breathing heavily. Namjoon rolls off of you and lays next to you, pulling you into a cuddle.

“You’re definitely not a fucking virgin,” you comment, laying your head on his sweaty chest.

“Eh. I lied. So what?” He asks, talking into your hair.

“Lying isn’t nice.”

“Do you regret it?” Namjoon asks, lifting his head up to look at you.

“Hell fucking no.”

You Again (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

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AN: I can’t deal with them why am I so full of drama and WOW I REALLY DON’T KNOW HOW TO END FICS WTFFFF

You had lost count of how many days you had been stuck in this little warehouse base. You were going stir crazy and everyone, and by everyone you mean Bruce (mostly) and Clark (partially), denying you the right to leave. It caused arguments and you gave up before it became a screaming match. You were told “it’s for your own protection”, and “we don’t know the threat level yet” and you felt as if you were dying.

You could not take another day like this.

The hushed conversations started one Tuesday evening when you entered the room, and Bruce made Diana stop in her tracks. You didn’t acknowledge them and instead grabbed a bottle of water and headed back to your room. As soon as you rounded the corner they began talking again and you grumbled to yourself, passing Clark in silence as he headed for the main room.

That night, you snuck out as quiet as possible to the main room, which is hard to do with Clark and his super hearing, but if you remembered right - he could be a heavy sleeper. You prayed tonight was one of those nights. You tip toed to the main computer and settled into the chair, the light flickering on and you cracked your fingers.

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Interview with Nikola Tesla from 1899
Very interesting interview Nikola Tesla and John Smith in which he said: Everything is the Light. In one of its rays is the fate of nations, each nation has its own ray in that great light source, which we see as the Sun. And remember: no one man that existed did not die. JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you have gained the glory of the man who got involved in the cosmic processes. Who are you, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: It is a right question, Mr. Smith, and I will try to give you the right answer to it.JOURNALIST: Some say you’re from the country of Croatia, from the area called Lika, where together with the people are growing trees, rocks and starry sky. They say that your home village is named after the mountain flowers, and that the house, where you were born, is next to the forest and the church.TESLA: Really, all it true. I’m proud of my Serbian origin and my Croatian homeland.JOURNALIST: Futurists say that the Twenty-and Twenty First Century was born in head of Nikola Tesla. They celebrate conversely magnetic field and sing hymns to Inductions engine. Their creator was called the hunter who caught the light in his net from the depths of the earth, and the warrior who captured fire from heaven. Father of alternating current will make the Physics and Chemistry dominate half the world. Industry will proclaim him as their supreme saint, a banker for the largest benefactors. In the laboratory of Nikola Tesla for the first time is broken atom. There is created a weapon that causes the earthquake vibrations. There are discovered black cosmic rays. Five races will pray to him in the Temple of the future, because they had taught a great secret that Empedocles elements can be watered with the life forces from the ethers.TESLA: Yes, these are some of my most important discoveries. I’m a defeated man. I have not accomplished the greatest thing I could. JOURNALIST: What is it, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: I wanted to illuminate the whole earth. There is enough electricity to become a second sun. Light would appear around the equator, as a ring around Saturn.Mankind is not ready for the great and good. In Colorado Springs I soaked the earth by electricity. Also we can water the other energies, such as positive mental energy. They are in the music of Bach or Mozart, or in the verses of great poets. In the Earth’s interior, there are energy of Joy, Peace and Love. Their expressions are a flower that grows from the Earth, the food we get out of her and everything that makes man’s homeland. I’ve spent years looking for the way that this energy could influence people. The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food. Life has an infinite number of forms, and the duty of scientists is to find them in every form of matter. Three things are essential in this. All that I do is a search for them. I know I will not find them, but I will not give up on them. JOURNALIST: What are these things?TESLA: One issue is food. What a stellar or terrestrial energy to feed the hungry on Earth? With what wine watered all thirsty, so that they can cheer in their heart and understand that they are Gods?Another thing is to destroy the power of evil and suffering in which man’s life passes! They sometimes occur as an epidemic in the depths of space. In this century, the disease had spread from Earth in the Universe.The third thing is: Is there an excess Light in the Universe? I discovered a star that by all the astronomical and mathematical laws could disappear, and that nothing seems to be modified. This star is in this galaxy. Its light can occur in such density that fits into a sphere smaller than an apple, a heavier than our Solar System. Religions and philosophies teach that man can become the Christ, Buddha and Zoroaster. What I’m trying to prove is wilder, and almost unattainable. This is what to do in the Universe so every being is born as Christ, Buddha or Zoroaster.I know that gravity is prone to everything you need to fly and my intention is not to make flying devices (aircraft or missiles), but teach individual to regain consciousness on his own wings … Further; I am trying to awake the energy contained in the air. There are the main sources of energy. What is considered as empty space is just a manifestation of matter that is not awakened. No empty space on this planet, nor in the Universe.. In black holes, what astronomers talk about, are the most powerful sources of energy and life.JOURNALIST: On the window of your room in hotel “Valdorf-Astoria”, on the thirty-third floor, every morning, the birds arrive.TESLA: A man must be sentimental towards the birds. This is because of their wings. Human had them once, the real and visible!JOURNALIST: You have not stopped flying since those distant days in Smiljan!TESLA: I wanted to fly from the roof and I fell: Children’s calculations could be wrong. Remember, the youth wings have everything in life!JOURNALIST: Have you ever married? It is not known that you have affection for love or for a woman. Photos from the youth show you were handsome man.TESLA: Yes. I did not. There are two views: a lot affection or not at all. The center serves to rejuvenate human race. Women for certain people nurtures and strengthen its vitality and spirit. Being single does the same to other people. I chose that second path.JOURNALIST: Your admirers are complaining that you attacking relativity. The strange is your assertion that the matter has no energy. Everything is imbued with energy, where it is?TESLA: First was energy, then matter.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, it’s like when you said that you were born by your father, and not on you.TESLA: Exactly! What about the birth of the Universe? Matter is created from the original and eternal energy that we know as Light .It shone, and there have been appear star, the planets, man, and everything on the Earth and in the Universe. Matter is an expression of infinite forms of Light, because energy is older than it. There are four laws of Creation. The first is that the source of all the baffling, dark plot that the mind cannot conceive, or mathematics measure. In that plot fit the whole Universe. The second law is spreading a darkness, which is the true nature of Light, from the inexplicable and  it’s transformed into the Light. The third law is the necessity of the Light to become a matter of Light. The fourth law is: no beginning and no end; three previous laws always take place and the Creation is eternal.JOURNALIST: In the hostility to the theory of relativity you go so far, that you hold lectures against its Creator at your birthday parties..TESLA: Remember, it is not curved space, but the human mind which cannot comprehend infinity and eternity! If relativity has been clearly understood by its Creator, he would gain immortality, even yet physically, if he is pleased.I am part of a light, and it is the music. The Light fills my six senses: I see it, hear, feel, smell, touch and think. Thinking of it means my sixth sense. Particles of Light are written note. O bolt of lightning can be an entire sonata. A thousand balls of lightening is a concert.. For this concert I have created a Ball Lightning, which can be heard on the icy peaks of the Himalayas.About Pythagoras and mathematics a scientist may not and must not infringe of these two. Numbers and equations are signs that mark the music of the spheres. If Einstein had heard these sounds, he would not create theories of relativity. These sounds are the messages to the mind that life has meaning, that the Universe exists in perfect harmony, and its beauty is the cause and effect of Creation. This music is the eternal cycle of stellar heavens. The smallest star has completed composition and also, part of the celestial symphony. The man’s heartbeats are part of the symphony on the Earth. Newton learned that the secret is in geometric arrangement and motion of celestial bodies. He recognized that the supreme law of harmony exists in the Universe. The curved space is chaos, chaos is not music. Einstein is the messenger of the time of sound and fury.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, do you hear that music?TESLA: I hear it all the time. My spiritual ear is as big as the sky we see above us. My natural ear I increased by the radar. According to the Theory of Relativity, two parallel lines will meet in infinity. By that Einstein’s curved will straighten. Once created, the sound lasts forever. For a man it can vanish, but continues to exist in the silence that is man’s greatest power. No, I have nothing against Mr. Einstein. He is a kind person and has done many good things, some of which will become part of the music. I will write to him and try to explain that the ether exists, and that its particles are what keep the Universe in harmony, and the life in eternity.JOURNALIST: Tell me, please, under what conditions Angel adopt on the Earth?TESLA: I have ten of them. Keep good records vigilant.JOURNALIST: I will document all your words, Dear Mr. Tesla.TESLA: The first requirement is a high awareness of its mission and work to be done. It must, if only dimly, exist in the early days. Let us not be falsely modest; Oak knows that it is oak tree, a bush beside him being a bush. When I was twelve, I have been sure I will get to Niagara Falls. For most of my discoveries I knew in my childhood that I will achieve them, although not entirely apparent … The second condition to adapt is determination. All that I might, I finished.JOURNALIST: What is the third condition of adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Guidance for all the vital and spiritual energies in labor. Therefore purification of the many effects and needs that man has. I therefore have not lost anything, but just gained.So I enjoyed every day and night. Write down: Nikola Tesla was a happy man…The fourth requirement is to adjust the physical assembly with a work.JOURNALIST: What do you mean, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: First, the maintenance of the assembly. Man’s body is a perfect machine. I know my circuit and what’s good for him. Food what nearly all people eat, to me it is harmful and dangerous. Sometimes I visualize that chefs in the world are all in conspiracy against me … Touch my hand.JOURNALIST: It was cold.TESLA: Yes. Bloodstream can be controlled, and many processes in and around us. Why are you frightened young man?JOURNALIST: It’s a story that Mark Twain wrote a mysterious stranger, that wonderful book of Satan, inspired by you.TESLA: The word “Lucifer” is more charming. Mr. Twain likes to joke. As a child I was healed once by reading his books. When we met here and told him about, he was so touched that he cried. We became friends and he often came to my lab. Once he requested to show him a machine that by vibration provokes a feeling of bliss. It was one of those inventions for entertainment, what I sometimes like to do. I warned Mr. Twain as not to remain under these vibrations. He did not listen and stayed longer. It ended by being, like a rocket, holding pants, darted into a certain room. It was a diabolically funny, but I kept the seriousness.But, to adjust the physical circuit, in addition to food, dream is very important . From a long and exhausting work, which required superhuman effort, after one hour of sleep I’d be fully recovered. I gained the ability to manage sleep, to fell asleep and wake up in the time which I have designated. If I do something what I do not understand, I force myself to think about it in my dream, and thus find a solution.TESLA: The fifth condition of adjustment is memory. Perhaps in the most people, the brain is keeper of knowledge about the world and the knowledge gained through the life. My brain is engaged in more important things than remembering, it is picking what is required at a given moment. This is all around us. It should only be consumed. Everything that we once saw, hear, read and learn, accompanies us in the form of light particles. To me, these particles are obedient and faithful. Goethe’s Faust, my favorite book, I learned by heart in German as a student, and now it can all recite. I held my inventions for years  'in my head “, and only then I realized them.JOURNALIST: You often mentioned the power of visualization.TESLA: I might have to thank to visualization for all that I invented. The events of my life and my inventions are real in front of my eyes, visible as each occurrence or the item. In my youth I was frightened of not knowing what it is, but later, I learned to use this power as an exceptional talent and gift. I nurtured it, and jealously guarded. I also made corrections by visualization on most of my inventions, and finish them that way, by visualization I mentally solve complex mathematical equations. For that gift I have, I will receive rank High Lama in Tibet.My eyesight and hearing are perfect and, dare to say, stronger than other people. I hear the thunder of a hundred fifty miles away, and I see colors in the sky that others cannot see. This enlargement of vision and hearing, I had as a child. Later I consciously developed.JOURNALIST: In youth you have several times been seriously ill. Is it a disease and a requirement to adapt?TESLA: Yes. It is often the result of a lack of exhaustion or vital force, but often the purification of mind and body from the toxins that have accumulated. It is necessary that a man suffers from time to time. The source of most disease is in the spirit. Therefore the spirit and can cure most diseases. As a student I got sick of cholera which raged in the region of Lika. I was cured because my father finally allowed me to study technology, which was my life. Illusion for me was not a disease, but the mind’s ability to penetrate beyond the three dimensions of the earth. I had them all my life, and I have received them as all other phenomena around us. Once, in childhood, I was walking along the river with Uncle and said: "From the water will appear the trout, I’ll throw a stone and it is cut.” That’s what happened. Frightened and amazed, his uncle cried: “Bade retro Satan’s!” He was an educated and he spoke in Latin … I was in Paris when I saw my mother’s death. In the sky, full of light and music floated are wonderful creatures. One of them had a mother’s character, who was looking at me with infinite love. As the vision disappeared, I knew that my mother died.JOURNALIST: What is the seventh adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: The knowledge of how the mental and vital energy transform into what we want, and achieve control over all feelings. Hindus call it Kundalini Yoga. This knowledge can be learned, for what they need many years or is acquired by birth. The most of them I acquired by birth. They are in the closest connection with a sexual energy that is after the most widespread in the Universe. The woman is the biggest thief of that energy, and thus the spiritual power. I’ve always knew that and was alerted. Of myself I created what I wanted: a thoughtful and spiritual machine.JOURNALIST: A ninth adjustment, Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Do everything that any day, any moment, if possible, not to forget who we are and why we are on Earth. Extraordinary people who are struggling with illness, privation, or the society which hurts them with its stupidity, misunderstanding, persecution and other problems which the country is full of a swamps with insects, leaves behind unclaimed until the end of the work. There are many fallen angels on Earth.JOURNALIST: What is the tenth adaptation?TESLA: It is most important. Write that Mr. Tesla played. He played the whole of his life and enjoyed it.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla! Whether it relates to your findings and your work? Is this a game?TESLA: Yes, dear boy. I have so loved to play with electricity! I always cringe when I hear about the one also the Greek who stole fire. A terrible story about studding, and eagles peck at his liver. Did Zeus did not have enough lightning and thunder, and was damaged for one fervor? There is some misunderstanding … Lightning are the most beautiful toys that can be found. Do not forget that in your text stand out: Nikola Tesla was the first man who discovered lightning.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you’re just talking about angels and their adaptation to the Earth.TESLA: Am I? This is the same. You could write this: he dared to take upon himself the prerogatives of Indri, Zeus and Peron. Imagine one of these gods in a black evening suit, with the bowler hat and wearing white cotton gloves prepares lightning, fires and earthquakes to the New York City elite!JOURNALIST: Readers love the humor of our paper. But you confuse me stating that your findings, which have immense benefits for the people, representing the game. Many will frown on it.TESLA: Dear Mr. Smith, the trouble is that people are too serious. If they were not, they would be happier and much longer would have lived. Chinese proverb says that the seriousness reduces life. Visiting the inn Tai Pe guessed that he visits the Imperial Palace. But that the newspaper readers would not have frowned, let’s get back to things which they consider important.JOURNALIST: They would love to hear what your philosophy is.TESLA: Life is a rhythm that must be comprehended. I feel the rhythm and direct on it and pamper in it. It was very grateful and gave me the knowledge I have. Everything that lives is related to a deep and wonderful relationship: man and the stars, amoebas’ and the sun, the heart and the circulation of an infinite number of worlds. These ties are unbreakable, but they can be tame and to propitiate and begin to create new and different relationships in the world, and that does not violate the old. Knowledge comes from space; our vision is its most perfect set. We have two eyes: the earthly and spiritual. It is recommended that it become one eye. Universe is alive in all its manifestations, like a thinking animal. Stone is a thinking and sentient being, such as plant, beast and a man. A star that shines asked to look at, and if we are not a sizeable self-absorbed we would understand its language and message. His breathing, his eyes and ears of the man must comply with breathing, eyes and ears of the Universe.JOURNALIST: As you say this, it seems to me like I hear Buddhist texts, words or Taoist Parazulzusa.TESLA: That’s right! This means that there is general knowledge and truth that man has always possessed. In my feeling and experience, the Universe has only one substance and one supreme energy with an infinite number of manifestations of life. The best thing is that the discovery of a secret nature, reveals the other. One cannot hide, there are around us, but we are blind and deaf to them. If we emotionally tie ourselves to them, they come to us themselves. There are a lot of apples, but one Newton. He asked for just one apple that fell in front of him.JOURNALIST: A question that might be set at the beginning of this conversation. What was Electricity for you, Dear Mr. Tesla?TESLA: Everything is Electricity. First was the light, endless source from which points out material and distribute it in all forms that represent the Universe and the Earth with all its aspects of life. Black is the true face of Light, only we do not see this. It is remarkable grace to man and other creatures. One of its particles possesses light, thermal, nuclear, radiation, chemical, mechanical and an unidentified energy. It has the power to run the Earth with its orbit. It is true Archimedean lever.JOURNALIST: Mr. Tesla, you’re too biased towards electricity.TESLA: Electricity I am. Or, if you wish, I am the electricity in the human form. You are Electricity; too Mr. Smith, but you do not realize it.JOURNALIST: Is it thus your ability to allow fails of electricity of one million volts trough your body?TESLA: Imagine a gardener who is attacked by herbs. This would indeed be crazy. Man’s body and brain are made from a large amount energy; in me there is the majority of electricity. The energy that is different in everyone is what makes the human “I” or “soul”. For other creatures to their essence, “soul” of the plant is the “soul” of minerals and animals. Brain function and death is manifested in light. My eyes in youth were black, now blue, and as time goes on and strain the brain gets stronger, they are closer to white. White is the color of heaven. Through my window one morning, landed a white dove, which I fed. She wanted to bring me a word that she was dying. From her eyes the light jets were coming out. Never in the eyes of any creature had I not seen so much light, as in that pigeon.JOURNALIST: Personnel in your lab speak about flashes of light, flames and lightning that occur if you are angry or into kind of risk.TESLA: It is the psychic discharge or a warning to be alert. The light was always on my side. Do you know how I discovered the rotating magnetic field and induction motor, which made me became famous when I was twenty-six? One summer evening in Budapest, I watched with my friend Sigetijem sunset. Thousands of fire was turning around in thousands of flaming colors. I remembered Faust and recited his verses and then, as in a fog, I saw spinning magnetic field, and induction motor. I saw them in the sun!JOURNALIST: Hotel service telling that at the time of lightning you isolate into the room and talk to yourselves.TESLA: I talk with lightning and thunder.JOURNALIST: With them? What language, Mr.Tesla?TESLA: Mostly my native language. It has the words and sounds, especially in poetry, what is suitable for it.JOURNALIST: Readers of our magazine would be very grateful if you would interpret that.TESLA: The sound does not exist only in the thunder and lightning, but, in transformation into the brightness and color. A color can be heard. Language is of the words, which means that it is from the sounds and colors. Every thunder and lightning are different and have their names. I call some of them by the names of those who were close in my life, or by those whom I admire. In the sky brightness and thunder live my mother, sister, brother Daniel, a poet Jovan Jovanovic Zmaj and other persons of Serbian history. Names such AsIsaiah, Ezekiel, Leonardo, Beethoven, Goya, Faraday, Pushkin and all burning fires mark shoals and tangles of lightning and thunder, which does not stop all night bringing to the Earth precious rain and burning trees or villages. There is lightning and thunder, and they are the brightest and most powerful, that will not vanish. They are coming back and I recognize them among the thousands.JOURNALIST: For you, science or poetry is the same?TESLA: These are the two eyes of one person. William Blake was taught that the Universe was born from the imagination, that it maintains and it will exist as long as there is a last man on the Earth. With it was a wheel to which astronomers can collect the stars of all galaxies. It is the creative energy identical to the light energy.JOURNALIST: Imagination is more real to you than life itself?TESLA: It gives birth to the life. I have fed by my taught; I’ve learned to control emotions, dreams and visions. I have always cherished, as I nurtured my enthusiasm. All my long life I spent in ecstasy. That was the source of my happiness. It helped me during all these years to bear with work, which was enough for the five lives. The best is to work at night, because the stellar light, and close bond.JOURNALIST: You said that I am, like every being, the Light. This flatter me, but I confess, I do not quite understand.TESLA: Why would you need to understand, Mr. Smith? Suffice it to believe it. Everything is light. In one its ray is the fate of nations, each nation has its own ray in what great light source we see as the sun. And remember: no one who was there did not die. They transformed into the light, and as such exist still. The secret lies in the fact that the light particles restore their original state.JOURNALIST: This is the resurrection!TESLA: I prefer to call it: return to a previous energy. Christ and several others knew the secret. I am searching how to preserve human energy. It is forms of Light, sometimes straight like heavenly light. I have not looked for it for my own sake, but for the good of all. I believe that my discoveries make people’s lives easier and more bearable, and channel them to spirituality and morality.JOURNALIST: Do you think that time can be abolished?TESLA: Not quite, because the first feature of the energy is that it transforms. It is in perpetual transformation, as clouds of Taoists. But it is possible to leverage the fact that a man preserves consciousness after the earthly life. In every corner of the universe exist energy of life; one of them is immortality, whose origin is outside of man, waiting for him. The universe is spiritual; we are only half that way. The Universe is more moral than us, because we do not know his nature and how to harmonize our lives with it. I am not scientist, science is perhaps the most convenient way to find the answer to the question that always haunt me, and which my days and nights turned into fire.JOURNALIST: What’s the matter?TESLA: How are your eyes brightened! … What I wanted to know is: what happens to a falling star as the sun goes out? Stars fall like dust or seed in this or in other worlds, and the sun be scattered in our minds, in the lives of many  beings,  what will be reborn as a new light, or cosmic wind scattered in infinity. I understand that this is necessary included in the structure of the Universe. The thing is, though, is that one of these stars and one of these suns, even the smallest, preserves.JOURNALIST: But, Mr. Tesla, you realize that this is necessary and is included in the constitution of the world!TESLA: When a man becomes concuss; that his highest goal must be to run for a shooting star, and tries to capture it; shall understand that his life was given to him because of this and will be saved. Stars will eventually be capable to catch!JOURNALIST: And what will happen then?TESLA: The creator will laugh and say: ”It fall only that you chase her and grab her.“JOURNALIST: Isn’t all of this contrary to the cosmic pain, which so often you mention in your writings? And what is it cosmic pain?TESLA: No, because we are on Earth … It is an illness whose existence the vast majority of people are not aware of. Hence, many other illnesses, suffering, evil, misery, wars and everything else what makes human life an absurd and horrible condition. This disease cannot be completely cured, but awareness shall make it less complicated and hazardous. Whenever one of my close and dear people were hurt, I felt physical pain. This is because our bodies are made as of similar material, and our soul related with unbreakable strands. Incomprehensible sadness that overwhelmed us at times means that somewhere, on the other side on this planet, a child or generous man died. The entire Universe is in certain periods sick of itself, and of us. Disappearance of a star and the appearance of comets affect us more than we can imagine. Relationships among the creatures on the Earth are even stronger, because of our feelings and thoughts the flower will scent even more beautiful or will fall in silence. These truths we must learn in order to be healed. Remedy is in our hearts and evenly, in the heart of the animals that we call the Universe. Reference:interview that scientist Nikola Tesla gave for magazine "Immortality” in his laboratory in Colorado Springs. 

The Potter Family

-Mr and Mrs Potter were wary of Sirius at first, like most they saw another Black, but it soon became clear that Sirius was the rightful fourth member of their family. He was no more a brother to James than any other and no less a son. 
-Sirius and James were both mischievous and always up to no good, but Sirius knew how to use his charming smile and pure-blood social etiquette to find a soft spot in Mrs Potter’s heart that would quickly drain away any annoyance.
- Sirius could get out of trouble sooner and easier than James.
- Sirius liked baking with Mrs Potter because, whilst he wasn’t very good at it, he enjoyed spending some time with a motherly figure that cared about him.
-Mr and Mrs Potter gave Sirius his first broom.
-Mr and Mrs Potter treated James and Sirius equally, which meant that they received equally precious and personal gifts, as well as lectures and scoldings for when they misbehaved.  
-Mr and Mrs Potter noticed how Sirius would flinch at sudden movements.
- Even though Sirius was uncomfortable with certain affectionate gestures, Mr and Mrs Potter found ways to show they cared. 
-Sirius would receive a letter every week from Mr and Mrs Potter, during school and after graduating. 
- Sirius moved out from the Potter residence because he didn’t want to be an inconvenience and potentially lose the family he had gained, but Mr and Mrs Potter would never change in the way they felt about him.
-They made Sirius promise to come for dinner at least once a week when he wasn’t in school. 
- Sirius sat beside James at Mr and Mrs Potter’s funeral, and was treated as the mourning second son of the Potters. 

“A Different World” Head canons:

-Dwayne and Whitley have a baby girl

-Whitley gets involved in the art world in Japan. Mostly an observer and learning than participating.

-Baby girl feels a bit alone, being a black girl in Japan, so Dwayne and Whitley (reluctantly) hook her up with Kinu as a sort of mentor to help her build her self identity throughout her younger years

-Dwayne gets promoted (multiple times) and can now work from wherever he chooses. The Waynes move back to the states after Baby girl finishes high school.

- Whitley opens up her own art gallery, and uses the space on the weekend to host art classes for the youth center

-Ron and Freddie break up, Freddie becomes a criminal court judge and Ron owns a line of jazz clubs in the city. 

- Kim and Spencer move to Jamaica, however since Whitley and Dwayne have moved back they have another reason to visit the States

- Kim and Spencer have a daughter, she’s two years younger than Baby girl 

- Baby girl goes to Hillman (of course) though Avery and Spelman are close seconds

- She goes to school and finds out Creative Writing is her strong suit. 

- She survives her first year (Fall 2014), including Dr. War’s math class, though it wasn’t her favorite, she powered through.

- She plans on bringing home a boy this Christmas break, and while Whitley is asking all the people at Hillman like Mr. Gaines (Idc how old he is, he will forever work at the Pit, or at least be around it 24/7), Col. Taylor, Terrell (Yeah, he’s teaching there too) and whomever she can get information from about this guy and who he is, while Dwayne decides to have a clean slate before meeting him.

- Whitley likes him, Dwayne is iffy. “I don’t know baby, there’s just something I don’t like about him,” 

“I think he reminds you of yourself, Dwayne.”

“Exactly! You know how I was in the beginning, I was terrible!”

“But Dwayne,” she takes his face between her hands, “look at you now.”