my love for charles is eternal


Remembering Sir Charles Spencer Chaplin on his birthday.

April 16th 1889 — December 25th 1977

It is not reality that matters in a film but what the imagination can make of it. 

Once Upon A Dream (1.4k) - art + fic for X-Men Remix Madness 2017

Charles fell in love with a human boy, who lied beautifully to him and left him for dead in a forest in Genosha. Blinded by heartbreak, when the human boy became king of the neighboring land of Westchester and had a son, Charles cursed the child with eternal sleep. But Charles meets the child, watches him grow up, and finds himself making a terrible mistake…

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Inspired by the talented @butterynutjob‘s fic True Love’s Kiss  

anonymous asked:

Top 10 books recs, please?

oh, sure! sorry if this is long and boring, but i had to explain why i recommend these books and make a tiny description of what i think about them, in case you’re interested to read one and have no idea what you have to expect for it.

  • crime and punishment, fyodor dostoyevsky; along goethe’s faust, i think this is my favourite book. even though there are almost 600 pages of heavy dostoyevskian description, complex monologues and even more complex events, i literally devoured it in two days and absolutely love it. if you want a complex read but also a fascinating story with beautiful characters, you must read it. 
  • agony and ecstasy, irving stone; this book changed my life. this novel, which is about michelangelo’s life, emanates such art, with its richness of information and smooth, beautifully-written prose. you’ll immediately wish to know more about art and you’ll become conscious of what a divine thing it is.
  • the blind assassin, margaret atwood; i don’t like contemporary books, but this novel is definitely an exception. her writing style is marvellous, raw, and even though the story seems kind of banal, this book is an experience. an easy, but complex and surprising read. totally recommend. 
  • les fleurs du mal, charles baudelaire; baudelaire is my favourite poet for who i carry in my heart an eternal and intense love. you absolutely need to read his poems! they’re so gloomy, palpable, cold. and i love him. 
  • against nature, joris-karl huysmans; this is the most pretentious book i’ve ever read, but also one of my favourite. however, it’s a book hard to love. the number of the characters is insignificant and the action is almost nonexistent. the book consists mostly on descriptions and monologues. but they’re more than beautifully-written and, oh, i can’t put it into words. life-changing. it’s a small and strange read, but its complexity is fascinating. and huysmans is such an underrated author, he’s incredible.
  • hamlet, william shakespeare
  • king lear, william shakespeare; in case you wondered what are my favourite books by him. they have, especially hamlet, a deeply important place in my heart. 
  • the portrait of dorian gray, oscar wilde; i find this book an essential read only because it utterly changed my view in literature. it was my first classic. you just can’t not love this novel.
  • the aleph and other stories, jorge luis borges; he’s m a g i c a l. his writing style is extremely poetic and wondrous and his ideas are sublime.
  • faust, johann wolfgang von goethe; my absolute favourite book. my heart beats for it. every moment i live, i live with this play in my mind. my love for this piece of paradise is hard to put into words. everything about this was beathtaking and goethe is such a genius. someday, you need to read this book.
  • orlando, virginia woolf; her works are delicate, vernal, fragile. they give me an inscrutable and unique feeling. and this book is my favourite.
Fiancé. To the girl I asked to marry me, you are beautiful you are bright you are patient and you are kind. When you said yes I finally knew the future I once deemed scary now belongs to you.

Overwhelmed and over the moon you truly are my muse. There is nothing I would change about that one specific day, the day you said yes I truly felt blessed.

I cannot wait to say I do and begin a new chapter with you. A home with a garden, a dog that will drive crazy and a cute fireplace we will sit beside on the cold gloomy nights. Finally a child that will have your eyes and I will thank my lucky stars I am alive. We will make our mark and raise a child in a place of happiness and eternal love.

I loved you from day one and I will continue to love you long after I am gone. Just know you are special and I feel so grateful for everything you have done I would never trade places with anyone.

Thank you for saying yes.

—  E.C.K
All-Time Favourite Ships!

From books, movies, Broadway, and TV shows!

(list not in any particular order and may contain spoilers).

1. Bellarke: Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffen from The 100 (TV)

Okay, I know I said that the list is in no particular order, but this ship is my all time OTP since I started watching The 100. And I can’t sleep at night knowing that they are not officially canon yet, even if it was pretty clear in Praimfiya that it will be endgame! So exited for their reunion in Season 5. I spend hours on end reading Bellarke fan fiction all day, every day. And Bellamy is my baby and I love his so much. And I can’t wait to see how he is after the six-year time jump on the show. Sometimes, I think that I watch the show just for these two.

2. Haleb: Hanna Marin and Caleb Rivers from Pretty Little Liars (TV)

Again, like I said that this list is in no particular order, this ship would defiantly be in my top 5. Anyway, I still have to properly sit down and watch Season 7B of Pretty Little Liars so don’t spoil anything for me. Haleb in my opinion, is the best ship on this show, but I think towards the early seasons I used to ship Ezria more but when Caleb showed up with his long hair, I died. And therefore, they became my favourite ship. I remember, I put watching the show on break after Caleb left to do his own show is either season 3 or 4, I don’t remember exactly. But yeah, these two are pretty cute together and I hope it stays that way.

3. Stydia: Stiles Stilinksi and Lydia Martin from Teen Wolf (TV)

Okay, again, probably in my top 7. So, the thing with Stydia is that they dragged it out for so long that the anticipation killed me. But I love them still so much. And Dylan O’Brian is just on a different level of awesomeness (and cuteness). And Lydia, even though she used to annoy me at first, and Teen Wolf is probably not my favourite TV show, but it’s still good, and Lydia’s character started to grow on me and I need to catch up on Season 6, (don’t judge me guys, the past few moths for me have been really busy) and I just recently started to watch this show, like maybe two years ago, but still, love love love.

4. Linctavia: Lincoln and Octavia Blake from The 100 (TV)

Okay, so another The 100 ship, but oh my lord I scream every time someone mentions them! They are so adorably cute and the flyest of power couples who don’t give a damn about what people think. And every time I think of Lincoln, I just might well cry because he didn’t deserve what he got. Fucking Pike. I’m glad Octavia killed him. And the song to which Lincoln dies to, and the one where Octavia’s scream and cries are kinda muffled, it’s called Cloud by Elias, and it’s in my playlist and then I have a mini breakdown when it comes on and think of Lincoln falling on his knees in the tiny puddle and Octavia and I just cry a little more on the inside. Anyway, probably the best couple to ever exist on the show and maybe even ever in this whole damn world. They were so fucking badass together, I loved every minute of it.

5. Sciles: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf (TV)

Okay, so this is like my favourite BROTP of all eternity. I just think that their relationship is so cute and how much they care about each other, and the hug in season 3 is my everything, ahhh, I just love them so much it hurts. And throughout the show we can see their friendship grow even though they have been friends since they were little. Damn, I wish I had a friendship like that. 

6. Chair: Charles “Chuck” Bass and Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl (TV)

Ahhh, Blair and Chuck, Chuck and Blair! I don’t think anyone will ever know how happy I was when the endgame for their endgame actually happened. Honestly, I was rooting for them since Blair’s birthday episode in the first season, even when everyone was after Nate and Blair, but no, not gonna happen. I just thought that Nate was very innocent and nice for Blair. Blair needed someone like Chuck and I don’t think anyone ever loved anyone else as much as Chuck loves Blair. I love them, they are so perfect for each other, with their games. I wish I had a Chuck. Blair’s lucky. Haha.

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The Gentleman with the Thistle-down Hair Aesthetics (1 of 2) (2 of 2)

“I am fair, O mortals! like a dream carved in stone,
And my breast where each one in turn has bruised himself
Is made to inspire in the poet a love
As eternal and silent as matter.”

-Beauty from Les Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire

For you, my lord.

glowingchest  asked:

La destruction - Charles Baudelaire

Thankfully there’s translations or I wouldn’t be able to read this gem!

At my side the Demon writhes forever,
Swimming around me like impalpable air;
As I breathe, he burns my lungs like fever
And fills me with an eternal guilty desire.

Knowing my love of Art, he snares my senses,
Apearing in woman’s most seductive forms,
And, under the sneak’s plausible pretenses,
Lips grow accustomed to his lewd love-charms.

He leads me thus, far from the sight of God,
Panting and broken with fatigue into
The wilderness of Ennui, deserted and broad,

And into my bewildered eyes he throws
Visions of festering wounds and filthy clothes,
And all Destruction’s bloody retinue.

ID #37629

Name: Samantha
Age: 19
Country: USA

Hiya! My name is Samantha. I’m finishing up my first year at university. I’m kind of undecided right now, but I’m attempting to go the pre-med track next fall. I’m just a fan of the sciences, and trying to figure out how I can personally help people through it. I’m attempting to learn french at the moment too, and I’d like to better my skills.
I like to talk about literally anything. Some things I’m more knowledgable about are astronomy, books I’m reading, music, TV/movies, poetry, probably some other things I can’t think of.
I’m super into music. I never go anywhere without my headphones. I’m currently really loving jazz/blues and alternative/indie rock. My favorite band is Dr. Dog, but I also love artists/bands like Ray Charles, Kimbra, Tame Impala, Beach House, and others. I’m always down to find new music. I’d also love to send someone some mix tapes or some of my favorite CDs. Besides that, I love reading too. I’m generally a fan of realistic fiction and science fiction, but I like to jump out of my reading comfort zone. Currently reading the monolith that is “1Q84” by Haruki Murakami and really liking it. I like to put together short films of my travels/adventures. Big fan of talking about movies, some of my favorites are Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Little Miss Sunshine, Contact (great book as well), and lots of others. I’m into doodling too, my notebooks are covered in them. Some are shitty, some are decent.

TL;DR: I’m a 19 yr old STEM lady who going through a existential crisis and is freak for music. I love reading, putting short films together, movies, doodling. I wanna talk about anything and everything.

Preferences: I would prefer someone near my age, so 18-25, but honestly if I sound like someone you could talk to, feel free to. I wanna do snail-mail, but if that’s not possible we can email.

I just wanna talk to someone who is trying to get through this life thing too. Let’s talk about anything and everything. Tell me your whole life story, I’m listening.


The Art Teacher / This Love Affair - Rufus Wainwright

“Romanticism embodied “a new and restless spirit, seeking violently to burst through old and cramping forms, a nervous preoccupation with perpetually changing inner states of consciousness, a longing for the unbounded and the indefinable, for perpetual movement and change, an effort to return to the forgotten sources of life, a passionate effort at self-assertion both individual and collective, a search after means of expressing an unappeasable yearning for unattainable goals.”

 ― Isaiah Berlin, The Roots of Romanticism

He asked us what our favourite work of art was / But never would I tell it was him

Dipping away from overarching themes for a second, The Art Teacher is one of the most arrestingly atmospheric songs, that hangs in your head like a heavy velvet curtain. It is epically, heartrendingly sad.

The Art Teacher describes loss with a specificity that does justice to the true weight that loss takes from you. Rufus has always identified with a ‘certain type of tragic woman’ – the doomed divas from operas, and now, a blushing, brimmingly emotional teenage girl. We all know that teenage girl, we all were her, one, all chaotic life and unsullied expectation and lush, raw emotion, careening from one flustered, intense crush to another. This Love Affair further takes this melancholy of the end of a love affair, described in the simplest terms but set to a melody echoing the epic, gothic heartbreak from The Art Teacher

These songs hang in the air like dusty, glittering chandeliers of melody – exquisite ballads of love and loss wrought so finely you could walk straight into the heart of the song and hang, still, in a painting of pure emotion. They are sparse and operatic all at once, a lushness that haunts me and stops me in my tracks, songs I avoid listening to sometimes, because I need to actively recover from being drawn into a soundscape so lovely one needs strength to cope with the mundanity of the real world after. 

“Romanticism is a grace, celestial or infernal, that bestows us eternal stigmata.”

– Charles Baudelaire

Rufus’ songs have always committed to a utter sumptuousness in their sensibility, he is, perhaps, one of the last true Romantics of the 21st century, in the truest sense of the word. There is, then, a sense of the meta in The Art Teacher – the first person lyrics of a woman reliving her girlhood and understanding love and loveliness through the lens of her teacher, larger than life and more true than ‘any other man’ she will ever come to love. Because he isn’t just a man, just then, even then – he is fantasy, of course, he is the promise of hyper-realistic, truer-than-life eternity that she will forever chase down hallways in her dreams. 

Even in describing sometimes minutely specific experiences, rather than ‘universally accessible’ music, Rufus follows again the tradition of the Romantics in casting their lot with the authenticity of pure personal emotion and imagination over rationality, seeking a certain sense of the sublime in his work in his quest to access and explore truth in the human experience of love and loss. Is there a glamour to the art? Certainly, but it seems almost besides the point - the point is about building structures massive enough, elaborate enough, almost bizarre enough to accurately represent the pain. The glamour, really, is a shellac that attaches itself to all Wainwright works.

Rufus, in these songs, embraces the yearning of never actualizing that Want in reality, because it is understood, as all Romantics understand, that the fulfilment of the yearning will never be one that is truly fulfilled. The sense of yearning in itself is complete, a dreamscape of want and light and otherworldliness, like the dust motes hanging against the light streaming in from stained chapel windows.

Professor X - Part 4 (Final chapter)
  • +18 Content. Part 4 of 4. Reader´s perspective.
  • Author: me, so-easy-to-love-me
  • Character: Professor Charles Xavier / James McAvoy, Erik Lehnsherr / Michael Fassbender
  • Genre: Oh, the FEELS. But it was the only way. And yes, SMUT. Yay!
  • Summary: Just after being reunited with her beloved Charles, an enemy much closer than expected compels the young mutant woman to act against her will and forsake all she has ever believed in…

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Days of voluntary avoiding and an overall concerning silence followed the events that had shaken all the three of us, Charles, Erik and me. Each of us was in a different wing of the mansion, occupying ourselves with anything that would take our minds off things, still trying to process what had happened and how naïve we had been to let it come thus far. Seeking solitude and remaining in it for a while seemed like a suitable way of dealing; and I felt, or better read, that both men preferred to keep to themselves for some time. I myself however had the urge to clear things, to discuss how we would proceed, if we would proceed with whatever we had at all that was. On top of that, I missed Charles. Too long did I have to do without him that the felt split second we had spent together was not enough, by far not. If I was so generously given this second chance and was here, in this very place with him, I wanted to be closest possible. Just to spend time around him, only being in the same room, feeling his presence would be enough. However, pushing either of the two men with confrontation or forcing statements or half-hearted promises from them wasn´t my nature and not my intention either. After what had happened, I needed to be patient and give them time until they were ready to face all of it and its consequences. Incessantly, my mind whirred with ideas and fantasies of how our situation would affect our future relationship and collaboration. Both Charles and Erik were talking about another war coming and having to work together while I still was ignorant about any details. As before, many years back, I had been left unknowing to be safe. But this wasn´t a choice anymore. I was more than involved already and the love for Charles would forbid me to stay away and not fight by his side.

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Charles Xavier X Reader- Scars That Tell Stories

Set before Logan comes to the rescue in DOFP. Oneshot. Super angsty.

Prompt: Even after everyone left, you and Hank were the only ones who decided to stay with Charles. Charles Xavier was one of two men who kept you going in life, kept you hopeful. But when you were hopeful, he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol and self loathing. So you decided to confront him about it.


The world- no, his world had fallen apart from the moment the students of Xavier’s School For The Gifted had been drafted into the Vietnam War. You’d lost your best friends, your brother, and everyone you’d ever known. You couldn’t help but decide to stay behind, to help heal the broken man behind the desk.

He succumbed to his pain, the screaming inside his head, and demanded that Hank create a serum to help his spine and give him the ability to walk. Unfortunately, the serum only lasted for a number of hours, and he soon began to use to much. Charles became an addict and it only broke your heart to see him drowning.. So submerged that you couldn’t rescue him.

Until one day, it became too much and you realized that there was only one way to rectify the gap between you and the man you loved. Confrontation.

“You know, even if you don’t believe it, that stuff can kill you.” Your voice was hoarse as you entered Charles bedroom, wrinkling your nose at the overwhelming smell of bourbon. In another word, the room that had once been so immaculate inside the academy looked exactly like Charles condition of his heart. Destroyed. “We need to talk, Charles. You need to tell me why you’re pushing me out.”

The syringe hovered just above the vein in his arm as he lifted his head, a pair of tortured blue eyes meeting your own y/e/c ones. “There’s nothing to talk about, y/n.” He said firmly, running a hand through his greasy brown hair. If you didn’t know him so well, you would’ve walked out of the room in that moment.

“What was the last thing you said to me on the beach in Cuba?”

Goodness.. It had been a long time since he’d thought of the first moment he’d confessed how he felt about you. His breathing became labored as he straightened his spine in his wheelchair. “I..” You knelt down in front of him, lightly trailing your fingers over his free arm. “I told you I loved you.”

“And did that love fade away, sweetheart? Whatever happened to the man I used to know?”

You immediately regretted your words when Charles took his shot glass and hurled it across the room, nostrils flaring as he watched it shatter into thousands of tiny pieces. “That man?” He snarled. “That man who you loved and loved you so much? He’s dead. He died when his world died. Why do you continue to fight for what isn’t there?” Tears trickled down your cheeks as you took his hand and rested it against the scar on your face, courtesy of Erik Lehnsherr. “Why do you love a monster like me?”

“Charles..” You breathed out softly, trying to control the flow of tears. “You’ve never been a monster, sweetheart. You just.. We haven’t figured out how to deal with the pain we feel. But do you want to know a secret?” His eyes widened when you reached underneath his paisley shirt, brushing the scar that had once been the bullet that had impacted his spine. “All these scars.. All the pain you feel.. Your students admired you for that.” A weak smile spread across your face as he pulled you into his lap, hiding his face in your shoulder. It had been such a long time since he’d allowed himself to feel, to touch the woman who had stayed. For him. “Those scars? They all tell a remarkable story about the man with the heart to save people, who picked himself up when he fell and continued walking. That’s a story I’d want my legacy to be. About the times I fell, where I didn’t want to wake up, but I kept going anyway. You know why? Because I had hope.”

The only sound for what felt like an eternity was silence as Charles sobs eventually became whimpers, and faded to nothing as he held you there in his arms. “Will you just.. Stay with me tonight? Please?”

You had to pick him up and put him into his bed, but the smile on your face never faded when that signature grin appeared on his. “I love you.” It sounded so small and so weak, but it was exactly what Charles needed to hear as you curled up in front of him, allowing his arm to wrap around your body and pull you to him.

“I love you too.”

It was the best sleep he’d had since the war started. And what made it better? Even when Logan came into the picture, he still had on that smile he’d fallen asleep with. Because you had given him what he’d needed. Hope. Love. Compassion.

And now he was going to live out the legacy you’d instilled upon him. The Legacy of Charles Xavier, the man who had fallen, but continued to stand and kept going anyway.

The man who had scars that told stories.

Charles Xavier Request- Talking About Life

Request: hello! twas wondering if you can write a fic about young!charles Xavier and reader where they’re just laying in bed and talking about life?

Hello lovely! Sorry about how long it’s taken me but thank you for the request! I love snuggly philosophical writing, so this was a lot of fun! This does contain a few of my own personal philosophies…. Please no judgement. Anyways, hope you enjoy and Happy Reading!


You and Charles were lying in bed, just relaxing after a long day. You had your most comfortable pyjamas on. They were all snuggly and warm, and Charles was in a business shirt and black slacks and black socks. He’d come home late from some important conference thing he’d been lecturing at and the first thing he’d done when he got home was kick off his shoes and untuck his shirt, so now it was a ruffled mess. He hadn’t been bothered changing and getting on his own nightclothes, instead taking the lazy approach and just deciding everything was too much effort.
“Charles… all you have to do is literally take off your shirt and change into PJ pants, like, it’s easy.” You grumbled at him, cuddling into his chest.
“You perv, you just want to see me shirtless. Besides, you’re all cuddled into me now, moving would be hard.”
“I’m not a perv, but I wouldn’t complain about the shirtless-ness thing…. This shirt is scratchy on my cheek.”
“Fine, I’ll be two seconds then.” Charles sighed and got up. The softie, he was totally only doing it so you could use him as a more comfortable pillow.
He came back a few minutes later, pyjama pants on and shirtless. He jumped under the covers and you resumed your cuddling position, Charles engulfing you in his own arms. He turned out the lamp beside his bed so you were both in complete darkness, under the quilt, quite comfortable. You stayed like this for a few minutes before a thought popped into your mind.
“Yeah, y/n? What’s up?”
“… What do you think about the meaning of life? People say it’s the greatest unanswered question of eternity… what do you think?”
Charles hesitated a while, taking time to consider his answer.
“Well, I think if I could answer it that would make me a genius. No, the thing about life is that I think it’s meaning changes from person to person. I think there are different things that give a person’s life meaning as well and that becomes your own meaning of life. Like you, you’re one of the things that gives me meaning in life, I love returning to you and you’ve become ingrained in my meaning of life. At the same time, I think it’s dangerous for most people to have your partner become your meaning because people matter as individuals… I think you can only let someone become part of your meaning if you’re prepared to respect yourself and realise you do have meaning by yourself if you do split in a relationship…. but I think meaning is purely subjective, and I think that’s why it’s unanswered.” Charles was slow in his speech. Deliberate. Thoughtful. “What about you?” Charles asked. It was possible he was feeling very bare after opening up like that.
“I like that meaning. The meaning that everyone has different meanings… I like it. But the way I think of it… well someone said to me once when I asked them what the meaning of life was, they said ‘procreation, people exist purely to make more people’ and I just found that shocking and so purely scientific… I think life is a miracle, a kind of experience, to live, to feel, to breath. Think of all the amazing things humans have discovered during their lifetimes and all the people being remembered for making their lifetimes great. Think of all the small things people do on a daily basis that just make life feel great. Stopping to smell a rose, to pet a cat, to read a book, to smile at a person, all the smallest little nuances of life that people experience… I just think life is to be lived and that should be it’s meaning….” You felt Charles’ chest exhale and you could almost hear the smile radiating from him.
“You’re smiling.” You stated.
“I am indeed. I like that… I also like having philosophical chats with you.” You nuzzled into him, rubbing your nose on him, just to annoy him. He laughed.
“Oi! Quit that!” He chuckled, half-heartedly. You resettled in your previous position and he returned to snuggling you. It was him that broke the silence this time.
“You said about being remembered…. what do you think makes a person memorable?” Charles asked suddenly. You stopped for a moment.
“Well… ok, you can’t laugh. But I have a personal theory on this. So I think… it’s ridiculous to try to be remembered because one day there’ll be a time when people can’t remember who Elvis Presley was, or Napoleon or Shakespeare, because people die out and memories fade and they’re just names. But the actions of those people, the actions of all people, they have repercussions… I’m not explaining this well. Hang on….” You paused to collect yourself. Charles waited patiently, resting his own head on top of yours. Eventually it came to mind.
“So, it’s like linking chains in a way. Say I smile at a person who was having a terrible day. They see this and they think ‘Woah, actually the world isn’t so crappy, that person smiled at me even though I don’t know them. They’re happy and they smile at someone else. They’re now a link in the smiling chain and it leads to this person getting happier and smiling and they’re a link, and I’m a link even though I started it and we’re all one continuous smiling happy chain. My actions there had positive repercussions, and so I think in life, I don’t care if my name isn’t passed down. I don’t care if I’m not in any history books because the chances of me getting there is slim anyway. I don’t care if my name gets erased from the minds of future generations, because that’s just my name. No, I want to be a link in the chain, and I want to be a link in as many chains as I can be. I want to help as many people as I can. I want to help people who then go on to help others, and maybe the others they help will be in the history books but they couldn’t have got there without the links in the chain, because everyone’s apart of the chain, and we all help and we all contribute… I know. Dumb theory, but that helps me sleep at night, so why not.” You laughed nervously.
“I don’t think that’s a dumb theory.” Charles told you quietly.
“…. You sure?” You asked, for reassurance.
“I’m sure. I like the idea of silently being the reason Elvis Presley sang Jailhouse Rock so well.” Charles laughed. You swatted at him.
“No way you were part of that chain! Who knows though, maybe one day you might help some other singer get over their stage fright with your mindddd powers.” You told him.
“Good idea!” He exclaimed. “Then I can charge them whenever they need another boost!”
“You’re gonna be a money maker with your helping?” You rolled your eyes sarcastically. Of course he would be.
“Yup, then I can buy polish and be the shiniest link in the chain.” You could feel him nodding.
“Yeah yeah, go to sleep.” You told him, settling your body even lower down in the bed to get in a comfortable sleeping position. Charles did the same.
“On a more serious note, y/n, I like the idea of that… I like people not knowing my name because it’s less pressure. If you’re the link that breaks, that link has no name, so it means that you can make the rest of the chain longer…. or if you’re the link where the previous chain breaks… you can just be the start of a new chain… just smile at someone once and you’re starting a new chain…. I like it, y/n, I really do.” You smiled.
“Alright, good night you galoooop.” You told him.
“A galoooop?” He asked.
“Don’t question it. It’s late at night and I’m tired. Go to sleep.”
“Yes ma’am! Night night, y/n.”
“Night.” You smiled, and you could feel him smiling also, and it was one of the best night’s sleep you had had in a long time.

 Man and the Sea

Free man, you will always cherish the sea!
The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul
In the infinite unrolling of its billows;
Your mind is an abyss that is no less bitter.

You like to plunge into the bosom of your image;
You embrace it with eyes and arms, and your heart
Is distracted at times from its own clamoring
By the sound of this plaint, wild and untamable.

Both of you are gloomy and reticent:
Man, no one has sounded the depths of your being;
O Sea, no person knows your most hidden riches,
So zealously do you keep your secrets!

Yet for countless ages you have fought each other
Without pity, without remorse,
So fiercely do you love carnage and death,
O eternal fighters, implacable brothers! 

Charles Baudelaire

One thing (among many) I love about One Piece is how different and interesting most antagonists are. They have deep and rich personalities, sometimes a cool backstory too, great strength, funny laughters (!), great character designs, etc. But there’s one antagonist we scarcely talk about, and in my (humble) opinion it counts as one of the most - if not THE most - important of them all : the Sea.

If you think about it, One Piece is all about crossing the most unpredictable and dangerous oceans in the world to find a treasure. No Sea, no pirates. No pirates, no One Piece. No One Piece, no fun. Isn’t sailing the perilous Grand Line the first real (and expected) challenge to take up in order to become the Pirate King?

The Sea is the first antagonist Luffy ever met. Shanks used to make fun of him as a child for not being able to swim! Then Luffy became a rubberman, thus making the Sea a mortal enemy. Poor boy doesn’t even know how to navigate on his own! With Nami’s help, he could make it so far to the New World with everyone safe, but how many times have they thought they were gonna die in a storm, swallowed by the Sea’s watery mouth, how often have they feared she would steal them all, take them in her furious arms, bring them against her abyssal womb and cradle them goodbye? How many sea creatures have they faced? How many terribly dangerous phenomenons have they witnessed when the Sea got so angry and violent?

“Wild and untamable" The Sea’s unpredictable, destructive, hazardous. The Sea doesn’t care which side you’re in, won’t consider your position, age, rank, sex, family or friends. Not matter how strong you are, if you ate a Devil’s Fruit or can use haki, the Sea does what she wants. The Sea is brutal yet fascinating and mysterious, moody, bitter and cold as death but also full of life; she’s a restless graveyard (Merry *sobs*), infinitely beautiful, forever untamed, eternally FREE.
Luffy once stated: ”I don’t want to conquer anything. I just think the guy with the most freedom in this whole ocean is the Pirate King!“. I also see it that way: you only get freedom if you can, somehow, understand the Sea. Make it your friend, your ally, your family. Sail with it, not against it. Learn to respect it.

O eternal fighters, implacable brothers!“ Because the Sea isn’t just one antagonist. It’s also the path to everyone’s dreams, the salty string that brought the Strawhats together, their everyday home. It’s the nest of the world! Just like our Blue Planet… just look at the maps to see how vast the Sea is in the OP universe. Even the Wold Government’s flag depicts it: the four dots don’t symbolize different countries or organizations, but the four Oceans: North Blue, South Blue, East Blue and West Blue. And we’re not even talking about All Blue! We’re all children of the Sea… as stated by Whitebeard. The Sea carries everyone’s hopes and dreams, but she can also crush them all in a heartbeat.

"The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul" And eventually… the Sea’ll be there at the end of the Strawhats’s journey. She’ll be the last obstacle to the One Piece, I’m sure of it. And once Luffy finds it, once he reaches his dream and gets the Great Treasure, he’ll finally be… as free as the Sea itself. Her equal, her brother.

Free man, you will always cherish the Sea.

Still thinking about dofp...

The ‘time in a bottle’ sequence with Quicksilver:

First of all, it was awesome. But that’s not the important bit.

No, the important bit was the choice of song. At first, I just chalked it up to the whole “time passing more slowly” he has going on. It’s a song I’ve known all my life, so I didn’t really think about it and I didn’t really listen to the lyrics.

But now I’ve listened to it again and I just realised that there’s a lot of songs that could’ve been used there. So why pick that one?

Listen to it properly. It’s basically about wanting to spend all of eternity with someone you love but knowing that there’s never enough time.

Sure, the entire sequence focuses on Quicksilver (who I’m not gonna call Peter because it just feels wrong). But the choice of song sure as hell isn’t about him.

This is the film in which Charles and Erik say that they regret spending so long fighting each other.

There might not be a link there, but, you know

Intimacy, Neediness, & a Triple Venn Diagram

I’ve been thinking about how people grow in intimacy with their partners in comparison to how they grow in intimacy with God, and I think my ultimate consensus is that functioning within your intimacy with God enables you to grow in connectedness to other human beings. So, to grow in intimacy with God is to say that out of the value, meaning, and purpose that Christ has already declared over His children, the more you understand your new identity as a child of God, the more you will function through the love, belonging, and value that you were attributed fully in your adoption. As this unfolds in life-long process, the more we will understand who God is, who we are in Him, and the wholeness we’ve been afforded through his healing, restorative salvation. That sanctification process has monumental implications–most evidently demonstrated in our relational functioning.

Alright, so in light of that super vague overview of how God trains us in the art of connectedness through the deepening of our relationship with him, we have to consider how this produces a cycle of neediness and dependency that is practically and tangibly experienced in our human relationships. As we grow in intimacy with God, this naturally deepens our intimacy with the people we are in community with. However, the opposite is more complex… the more we grow in intimacy with one another does not produce deeper intimacy with God–rather, it makes it more evident how needy we are of God in order to remain in relationship with each other. I’m not using the term “intimacy” as the commonly-used buzz word to communicate romantic intensity, but rather to describe a thorough connectedness developed over time through shared experiences in a perpetual cycle of mutual exposure, mutual acceptance, and mutual growth. I’m talking about the peeling back of layers in order to get to the heart of who we are, who we want to be, and determining how the two are still in opposition in order to proactively implement the necessary changes so that we can build fulfilling, purposeful lives. 

This can apply to most relational dynamics, but in romantic relationships, as a couple’s bond strengthens (or at least in our experience), patterns of interdependency develop as we express our needs to each other and meet each others’ needs in various common ways. This dynamic of interdependency is healthy I think, so long as we are self-aware and mindful of how we are limited in our ability to accommodate each other. Because human relationships (especially romantic relationships) are a reflection of our relationship with God, they imitate that connection in comparable ways, but not in ultimate or all-sufficient ways. For instance, my relationship with Charles gives value, purpose, and meaning to my life, however, the value, purpose, and meaning I have in Christ is much more significant, eternal, and instrumental in shaping the way our lives intertwine. God is unchanging; Charles is changing. God’s love for me is perfect; Charles’ love for me at it’s best is merely a result of God’s love for Charles, and therefore, it is a tangible manifestation of God working in Charles’ life that is transferred through our relationship.

I think it’s imperative to understand the difference between the ultimate dynamic of intimacy we have in God and the tangible, but secondary form of intimacy between humans in order to have healthy relationships. Therefore, if we lose sight of the ultimate source of security, we will interact with each other out of the fragmented self that operates out fear and insecurity, rather than functioning out of a sense of wholeness afforded by the work of Christ. If we lose sight of how necessary dependence on God is and resort to our natural ways of functioning (in the fragmented state of our identity and value), we will fall into a cycle of codependency, which is an unhealthy relational dynamic that erodes each others’ sense of self rather than empowering it. I say all of that to point out that while codependent patterns have the outward appearance of “growing close together,” it will backfire because this exchange cannot handle the weight of unrealistic expectations and the limited capacity humans have to provide the ultimate forms of fundamental needs we have as humans (to have value, meaning, and purpose).

So, how do we grow closer to one another? Not by needing each other more deeply, but by needing each other more realistically, and I believe this idea of “realistic expectations” can only be adapted when you are self-aware of your needs and can properly allocate which category your various needs fall into. 

In case this still sounds vague, here’s an example:

I am studying to attain my master’s degree in counseling. Being a grad student comes along with a lot of challenges, and when circumstances are challenging, they introduce different needs–both internal (emotional and mental) and external (related to tasks (school/work/life responsibilities), interactions, and logistical day-to-day needs like sleep, food, exercise). We could make a list of specific internal and external needs I have and divide them into categories of how they can be met–God, myself, others, or various combinations of the three. It could be demonstrated most accurately through the model of a triple venn diagram, but I can’t draw on here unfortunately.

When you can think critically about your needs and determine how to meet them in healthy ways, your relationships will flourish. When we assign our needs to categories that cannot adequately accommodate them, we find ourselves questioning the fundamentality of our neediness–”am I not important?” “am I not enough?” “am I not needed?” So, instead of letting yourself spiral into a deep set depression of questioning whether you have value, meaning, or purpose, consider who you assigned to meet those needs. Because if you did not first go to the only one who can give you those things, you’ll mistake the limited capacity of human relationships as a reflection of who you are rather than an accurate example of who others are not. Your partner did not create you, your parents did not save you. Only your Maker and your Savior have the power to give you value, meaning, and purpose. Our human relationships will provide tangible demonstrations, but because all of humanity has fundamental needs, none of us can be the ultimate source that fully meets those needs. None of us are the source, but we are imitators of the source, and as we grow in our understanding and acceptance of this truth, we will be set free from the vicious cycle of placing weight on those who cannot bear it. 

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I noticed people’s obsession with Downton Abbey more in the States than I did here, when I went to do Blithe Spirit over there. The reaction from people was extreme in the street after the show. Lovely, but obsessive. I sort of popped in and out of Downton. We had a good storyline, but we were away from the house. But then came my fate in Germany, which was a shame. I’d have liked to have married Lady Edith, of course I would. It was denied me. I don’t know why.
—  Charles Edwards.

Ce jour-là, en 1857, Les Fleurs du Mal de Charles Baudelaire a été publié.

Je suis belle, ô mortels! comme un rêve de pierre,
Et mon sein, où chacun s’est meurtri tour à tour,
Est fait pour inspirer au poète un amour
Eternel et muet ainsi que la matière.
Je trône dans l’azur comme un sphinx incompris;
J’unis un cœur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes;
Je hais le mouvement qui déplace les lignes,
Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.
–“La Beauté”


On this day in 1857 Charles Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du Mal was first published.

“I am lovely, O mortals, like a dream of stone;
And my breast, where everyone is bruised in his turn,
Has been made to awaken in poets a love
That is eternal and as silent as matter.
I am throned in blue sky like a sphinx unbeknown;
My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans;
I detest any movement displacing still lines,
And never do I weep and never laugh.”