reblog ifyou love her and she makes you smile the coelacanth

Precious.

s/o to this skeleton babe from 1936

This is a really poignant illustration of the seductive nature of glorifying war but that is a LOOK and she is SERVING it

I've seen Death depicted as a card dealer or other sort of gambler, a guy in a suit, a farmer, a robed apparition, and any other number of things, but this? This has to be the best Death I've seen yet. An old seductress saying "hey kid, don't you wanna die in a trench for a government that doesn't give a fuck about you, just like your dear old dad?" This goes hard as fuck.

Reblog for Death as seductress in glorification of war.

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You're scared of losing people but no one is scared of losing you.

Maybe you were wrong, then, about how much fear should be in there. Maybe you were wrong about how much of a monster you think you are.

Now this is my idea of content. That wiggly little guy in the reproductive cycle...

In a place where I kind of don't want any of these things except for maybe the food, and honestly I WILL have that, it's a given.

actually because i keep seeing polls around that vastly underestimate how long most people have been on this site, might as well make my own!

you know the drill, more reblogs equals more votes!

joined right before the Porn Ban. But I actually wanted to write things, and didn't even know about that part of Tumblr until much later, from other people talking about it.

Fuck that post going around saying "you can have coffee in your story without justifying it :) you don't need to explain everything :)" I want, no, I DEMAND a fully researched ethnobotanical paper on every single food item in your work, if you don't explain to me where did potatoes come from in your fantasy setting or don't explain how the industry of coffee works over interstellar distances with full detail you are doing things wrong and I personally hate you and I hate your stupid story, fuck you

Why are your stupid little wizards and knights eating potato stew in your dumb European middle ages fantasy world. Where did they get potatoes from. Where is the center of domestication of potatoes, do you have a fantasy Andean civilization? What are the social and economic consequences of having such a calorie rich crop in cold climates. I don't care about "themes" or "enemies to lovers with found family", I didn't ask about that. Where does your idiot space captain gets their shitty coffee from. Is it imported from Earth? Are there coffee growing worlds? Is it an alien species replacement with the same name? What are the social consequences of that? Don't try to change the subject, I'll stop pointing the gun when I want, I'm trying to have a conversation here,

I so totally get this. I have either built a story where a species could possibly evolve, or I can tell you exactly why it is Not There. I had an entire D&D campaign with justified Megafauna. But it required the exclusion of entire clades of species. There were no Deer.

Sneak Peek - Spoons In Spades

At a little distance he saw a fire, and beside it there sat three giants, busy with broth and beef. They were so huge that the spoons they used were as large as spades, and their forks as big as hay-forks: with these they lifted whole bucketfuls of broth and great joints of meat out of an enormous pot which was set on the ground between them.

- Niels and the Giants (The Crimson Fairy Book)

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Intent: To give oneself additional “spoons.”

Ideal Timing: This charm can be made at any time.

Materials:

When I asked my readers what sort of spells they'd like to see in this second volume of fairytale-inspired spells, one of the most strikingly popular responses was, "Is there a spell to give me more spoons?"

If you're not familiar with the term, "spoons" or spoon theory is a metaphor which describes the reduction in mental and physical energy experienced by people who are disabled or chronically ill, with spoons used as a unit of measurement to represent how energy and motivation must be rationed throughout the day to accomplish necessary tasks. Spoons are only replenished through rest or sleep, so once a person runs out of spoons, that's it for their day. 

The term was coined by Christine Miserandino in her 2003 article "The Spoon Theory," in which she uses dinnerware to demonstrate to a friend how living with invisible chronic illness required careful daily planning and prioritization, and how even with the best intentions and efforts, tasks are often left undone due to a lack of energy or an increase in pain. The term has since been adopted by wide sections of the online community in relation to struggles with disability, chronic illness, or mental health, as a descriptor for daily energy and motivation levels, i.e. "I don't have the spoons for this," or "After a full day at work, I have exactly one spoon left, and I need it for laundry, so going out is off the table."

As someone who regularly battles ADHD, anxiety, executive dysfunction, migraines, and depression, I'm a big fan of spoon theory, largely because it makes those invisible daily struggles, which so many of us have, much easier to visualize and explain. So in honor of all my fellow spoonies, here is a spell to help you gain those critical extra spoons.

For this spell, you'll need a fair-sized jar, some healing herbs, and a bunch of spoons. You can use plastic spoons or metal ones, if you happen to have spare silverware lying around. Use as many or as few spoons as you feel you need. If you need more spoons than can readily be acquired, you might draw or print out pictures or spoons and use those instead.

Place the spoons in the jar with a big handful of cotton balls. Apart from their mundane medical and cosmetic uses, cotton has healing magical properties and also represents the comfort that may feel lacking on low energy or high pain days. If desired, add several pinches of Hyssop, Rosemary, Thyme, and Juniper Berries, or a sachet containing the herbs if you'd rather keep things neat.

Close the jar, give it a big hug, and say:

Set the jar aside somewhere safe. If desired, you might want to label it. You don't want anyone borrowing your magical spoons for their cereal, after all. When you need an extra boost to help you get through the day, simply open the jar and take out a spoon. You can carry the spoon with you, place it on your altar, or discard it to activate the charm.

Please keep in mind that performing this sort of magic should always be accompanied by appropriate medical and self-care measures. Magic isn't going to cure a chronic illness or permanently alter your brain chemistry. But it can help you cope with the symptoms and give you that all-important push to get yourself through the day. Stay strong, witches!

-from the forthcoming book, The Sisters Grimmoire, Vol. II; © 2021 Bree NicGarran

(If you'd like to check out more fairy-tale spells or any of my other published works, please visit the Willow Wings Witch Shop!)

Well, I have studied decomposition, and I would either like to have my body left in a marked remote place for scavengers to find, or to be composted into one of those Tree Egg things.

“What is it that the child has to teach?

The child naively believes that everything should be fair and everyone should be honest, that only good should prevail, that everybody should have what they want and there should be no pain or sadness. The child believes the world should be perfect and is outraged to discover it is not.

And the child is right.”

— Rabbi Tzvi Freeman

“Westerners are fond of the saying ‘Life isn’t fair.’ Then, they end in snide triumphant: ‘So get used to it!’ What a cruel, sadistic notion to revel in! What a terrible, patriarchal response to a child’s budding sense of ethics. Announce to an Iroquois, ‘Life isn’t fair,’ and her response will be: ‘Then make it fair!’” –Barbara Alice Mann

You were right, little me, you were right...

Not something I would normally post, but my friend put together a GoFundMe to help with getting a wheelchair van for my son. Reblogs appreciated!

Starfall and Max are family - I'd love to see them get their starship. <3

Please share this!

There's still time for a #StarshipForMax - please share this if you can!

<3 Thank you!

one of my cousins has one of those wretched sequined nicolas cage pillows and today the rest of us received this photo of perhaps the most upsetting thing i’ve seen all year, slugolas cage

Sharing the secrets of your hearth with strangers who will never be able to meet or thank you. Honoring the dead through learning their traditions of the home; emulation and exaltation. A good carrot cake.

This is a final power move for those ladies with the recipe no one else can quite get right. Queens.

Whatever comes up: July

Guess what critters and creatures!

I did some Tarots, and I think I am going to the underworld this month. There were images that strongly lead me to believe that I am going to be exploring the dynamics of one of the power couples of Hellenism.

It's kind of appropriate, though because I've felt mostly Dead for a couple of months.

We will see what shakes loose.

Ode to the Microbe

Create Art from Life:

Consider the membrane around a cell. It separates the inside from the outside without being a closed barrier. It is Selectively Permeable. It only allows in specific molecules that support life. Molecules that Match specific receptors on the outside surface, or those that are small enough to be essential, (like water).

This is my Magical Barrier. This is My Ward. This is the model I use, AND the fuel of the magic... Because some of your own body's cells are constantly renewing. I use this constant living motion in myself to power the magic. Constantly renewing. Adapting. Not Closed, but discriminating.

Like/RB if you’d hex Ron DeSantis.

Ah... suddenly I know what I could use that jar of dried pickled flies for...

Wait, you guys haven't started already? Keep up.

I say we get our Money's Worth, and pick a "Submersible Implosion Dream Team" Your 5 most favorite politicians to be present, doing nefarious things when the chandelier falls.