snarkwithasmile:

I’m going to actually use this tumblr for something! The comments section on Nimona always has excellent song parodies, and today I couldn’t resist combining some of the lyrics, adding my own, and messing around with it on my guitar. I apologize in advance to Coldplay. And also everyone else.

Lyrics by neonoa, soniadelvalle (from page 21, chapter 10), and me, original song by Coldplay, characters by Noelle Stevenson.

The Blackheartist

Came up to guard you, tell you I’m sorry.

You don’t know how lovely you are.

I had to fight you, maim and disarm you,

and that stuff broke us apart.

Don’t tell me your secrets, don’t ask me your questions,

let’s just go back to the start.

Waiting in these cells, these see-through jails,

beauty and science apart.

Nobody said you were evil;

I’m so ashamed for all the harm.

Nobody said you were evil;

No one ever said you would lose your arm.

Oh, take me back to the start …

I was just posing, shining my codpiece,

hoping that you’d think I’m smart.

Since projects of science, cannons and beakers,

are the only things in your heart.

Just tell me you love me, be my Father Christmas,

let’s try to reclaim that spark

from back in the old days, no heroes or villains,

before your sidekick was a shark.

Nobody said you were evil;

I’m so ashamed for all the harm.

Nobody said you were evil;

No one ever said you would lose your arm.

Let’s just go back to the start …

Schwing, SKREE pew pew pew fwoom, fwoosh

Schwing, SKREE pew pew pew fwoom, fwoosh

Schwing, SKREE pew pew pew fwoom, fwoosh

Schwing, SKREE pew pew pew fwoooom

I wrote some of the lyrics! yay! and now there’s this wonderful song I cannot stop hearing. Oh, Oh Nimona - Your fist has touched my heart.

resolutewoman:

Monday.

If this is Monday, the week can only be gorgeous.

(via ab--imo--pectore)

This is just wonderful. Every neighborhood should have one, but especially neighborhoods with low income families.

(via whiteelephantsandhotairballoons)

etund:

Mannequins of a lesbian couple, designed by Pierre Imans for the “Streets of Paris” exhibit at the Moulin Rouge. 1920s

Oh my :)

"Stop hurting us both"

You have build a cocoon around me
to safeguard me from the evils of your world
until I suffocate from your affection
and realize the imprisonment of comfort

You demonize me for who I am
a creature barely standing on its own two feet
a clumsy little thing, but eager to explore
the world within, and without you.

As you understand the threat I pose
to the worldview that you choose to uphold
you become a demon yourself, haunting –
me, and yourself in our respective dreams.

Your arguments are like claws in my side
And I am startled to find you to be my predator
Should I subdue myself or fight back?
But before I can react, you have withdrawn.

Just because you can hurt me,
doesn’t mean that I need to hurt myself.
I will drink green tea and give my body rest,
I will absorb the blow and withstand.

And beyond that, I will lick my wounds,
find strength and courage piece by piece
until I can face you and smile, and say:
"Stop hurting us both, I love you too."

I call you mother, and you call me child
But slowly the roles are being reversed
Apart we will be guilty, frightened, cold,
until we find refuge in reconciliation

and in each other’s arms.

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A little impromptu piece on LGBTIQQ* parental rejection, role reversal and the desire for respect, and later on, reconciliation. Tell me what you think… 


La Vie D’Adèle (2013)


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La Vie D’Adèle (2013)


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La Vie D’Adèle (2013)


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La Vie D’Adèle (2013)


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La Vie D’Adèle (2013)

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