[This is by no means a perfect list and I had real trouble finding books written by female authors, specifically in more scientific areas, so if you have any recommendations then send them to me and I’ll update this list]
South Park portrayal of suspected killers -“Butters’ Very Own Episode”
In the episode, Butters survives a murder attempt by his own mother after discovering his father’s homosexual dalliances. Meanwhile, Butters’ parents join John and Patsy Ramsey, Gary Condit, and O. J. Simpson in lying to the press about who murdered Butters.
At the time of the episode, public opinion held that Gary Condit had probably killed Chandra Levy and the Ramseys had probably killed their daughter JonBenet. However, someone else was later convicted for the murder of Chandra Levy and Condit was exonerated. The Ramsey family were also deemed innocent by the district attorney in the case. In a 2011 interview, South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone stated that they regretted how Condit and the Ramseys were portrayed in the episode.
That Angel who was brave enough to buy his independence at the price of eternal suffering and torture; beautiful enough to have adored himself in full divine light; strong enough to still reign in darkness amidst agony, and to have made himself a throne out of his inextinguishable pyre.
History of Magic, Éliphas Lévi
or, when you try to show that “the Satan of the Republican and heretical Milton”, “the fake Lucifer of the hetorodox legend” sucks but utterly, epically, terribly fail.
Levi is a prissy History teacher, who insists on everything being orderly, clean, and on time. Eren is an outgoing, fun-loving English teacher who every student loves. Oh, and they hate eachother’s guts. So naturally, the 104th class decides to get them together, by any means necessary.
Before cell phones. Before the Kardashians. Before internet porn. The year is 1994. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks, have been transferred with the rest of their neighborhood to the posh, uptown Trost High (Home of the Titans). Mikasa and Armin seem to fit in well enough, but Eren isn’t quite so lucky. Of course, most of this has to do with Eren’s personality. When he accepts a bet to lose his virginity (and actually prove that someone likes him) by the end of the semester, it’s hard for him to deny the improbability of winning. After all, the only one he seems to be talking to these days is the weirdly pretty (and just plain weird) goth working at the donut shop down the street…
Eren Jaeger is sharp, determined and hard working but doesn’t consider himself beautiful or good looking in the least. When he lands his dream job, working at Survey Corp Publications as the Executive Assistant to a high-end Fashion magazine’s Editor-in-Chief, his life is turned Topsy-Turvy. All he wants to do is work hard to become an Editor, but his boss Levi seems keen on making his life a living hell.Levi is a notorious playboy who gets what he wants both in and out of the bedroom. As Editer-in-Chief of New York’s best selling high-end Fashion Magazine, Levi is forced to work with an overly determined, hot-headed brat with a rat’s nest for hair and the most incredible eyes he’s ever seen and it’s all because of Erwin Smith.
Real World AU. Eren Jaeger seems to have the good life. He just got into Rose University, Heaven for a Photographer, and his horribly absent Father is completely out of his life. But on Eren’s first day of University, he is given a project by his professor. Use all three art forms to prove your talent but theirs a catch. It has to be based on the musical run by the Drama Department, ‘Phantom of the Opera’. It’s not much of a problem until he end up with the senior ‘Phantom’ himself, Levi Ackerman. With time, they get closer and closer until they realize that their future is in jeopardy. Are you Ready?
Eren, 17, student. Not gay, definitely not gay (at least that’s what he says). Known as “The fuck-up” has to work every night of his god damn life to deliver pizza in an attempt to make enough money for him and Mikasa to get by on their own since their dad abandoned them. The shitty tiny apartment is what he calls his hell hole. He hates school, he hates work, he hates his life but he wants to make it better some day. One particular night, a customer calls a couple of minutes before the Pizzeria closes to place an order. Eren is pissed off, to say the least. Until that stranger opens the door of his house and grabs him by the shirt.
Having been on the streets with his sister from a young age, Eren is used to skirting around the law to get by. He’d long since discarded any childhood dreams of joining the Survey Corps; his focus now was to help provide for and protect Mikasa, her son, and the secret that could very well get them killed. He was doing just fine after joining a street gang, until of course fate decided to literally fling him straight into the line of sight of the one man with a reputation for hunting down criminals like himself; Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.
FBI Agent Eren Jaeger goes undercover into The Legion, a notorious group running drugs through the city of New Orleans, to avenge the death of his best friend and partner. How will his life change when he realizes that sometimes things aren’t always as black and white as they seem?
Eren is one of the few Alphas who go into rut without the presence of an Omega in heat nearby, and after suppressing it for nearly two years, the drugs are no longer working. As a last resort he heads to an Omega refuge, hoping to find a suitable, but temporary, mate. When he finds one lost in a fatal 'red heat’, he’ll do whatever it takes to ease his suffering.
When Levi’s fist sounded out against the wood, the Alpha did not open it right away. Leaned into it, pressing his forehead against the smooth surface. Felt the pull of the Omega on the other side, just as he had that first day in the shelter. A whole new kind of gravity that tugged him not down to the earth but straight towards Levi. The laws of the universe shifting to bring them closer together, and Eren could not resist their inevitability.
Levi had planned to spend his summer vacation before 5th grade reading and quietly doing chores outside at his uncle Kenny’s house. That is, until the boy with the most beautiful teal eyes Levi has ever seen moved in across the street and wanted to be his friend.
Levi didn’t think the new law student Jean was cute. Eren
wearing one sock pillowed underneath their comforter on Sunday morning was
Eren smiling and laughing against his lips as they did their grocery
shopping at the downtown market was cute. Jean was…something else.
He’d caught Levi’s eye the moment he’d spotted him at the
law office—he’d caught a lot of eyes, for many reasons. Jean didn’t look like a
law student, if the viper bites nestled in the corner of his mouth and the
black lines scrawling up his wrist were any indication. Still, the dude could
pull off a suit with his lithe body and designer Hudson boots that looked like
they were stolen right out of Levi’s closet.
Something about Jean set him on edge—didn’t make his skin
crawl per se, but made his body hum, like magnets under his skin had been
awakened by the gentle crook of Jean’s fingers.
He didn’t seem to notice, at
first. Jean, if nothing else, was completely professional with the kind of
single-minded sense of purpose that Levi usually associated with Eren (when he
wasn’t being cute, of course).
Maybe once-and-awhile something a bit extra clouded up his
golden eyes like a spilled glass of whiskey, dark and a little bitter, but he
gave no indication of his feelings either way.
At the holiday Christmas party,
Levi thought adding Eren to the mix might be the spark they needed to set the
whole world on fire.
He didn’t introduce them, didn’t give much hint of his
intentions to either party, just set them loose on each other like flame and
kindle, and watched nature take its course.
It was far from smooth—Eren and
Jean had argued, loudly, over some small thing or another. But Levi could tell
by Eren’s flushed face and Jean’s narrowed eyes that there was something more
than anger stirring in their chests.
After a few drinks, it clearly wasn’t anger. Eren took to
rubbing his face against Jean’s shoulder and the taller man looked puzzled and
intrigued, like Eren was the next body he needed to pull through trial,
requiring a thorough examination of skin and teeth and lips.
Nothing happened that night, obviously.
But Levi took a
certain amount of exquisite satisfaction in pulling Eren into his arms for a quick,
dirty kiss in front of Jean, lifting his eyes beneath dark lashes to meet
Jean’s heated, sharp gaze. Not long after, they’d agree to go on a date, test
the waters and see how the three of them got on.
On the metaphysics of spell-casting for animist witches
When you put a spell on someone or something, you are entwining your mana, your life-force, with theirs. Reality is alive and whole. Your life-force is embodied in your intention (which is the internal meeting of desire, will, and necessity–the Fetch, Breath Soul, and Holy Daimon aligned) and shapes the cunning fire we tap to make magic. Often our Fetch-mates will pass the Fire to us to fuel the spell, but weaving with it weaves us too. When we cut, we are cut. The world, which is both spirit and carnal at once, is a system of natural processes called bioregions. Sympathy and contagion. What looks like something is connected to something, something once whole retains something of all its constituents. And following this, what we do is done upon us. Reality is a verb. We have to eat where we shit.
I firmly believe a witch who cannot hex/curse/blast, is a witch who cannot heal/cure/bless. So we should be well versed in it. But knowing about how magic works in a world we understand to be animistic and whole, this gives us pause, even knowing what the witch is: the poison that cures. Consider this quote from Eliphas Levi:
“This atrocious history is that of every magician, or rather of every sorcerer who practices bewitchments. He poisons himself in order that he may poison others; he damns himself that he may torture others; he draws in hell with his breath in order that he may expel it by his lungs; he wounds himself mortally that he may inflict death on others; but possessed of this unhappy courage, it is positive and certain that he will poison and slay by the mere projection of his perverse will.”
We are part of the system of natural, wild processes. The body of the witch is the body of the Land, Sky, and Sea. The Cunning Fire snakes through the Land and up into our bodies through the Red Serpent of Desire. Black and White we bind our spells, with Will and Necessity. What we weave is weaving us, countless Fateful forces and beings that make up the cosmos which is the body of God Herself, Old Dame Fate, where everything is sensed by at least one other thing, inter-subjectivity.
But we pause to consider the cost of what we do, what the coin we must pay to balance the measure. Nothing new can be created or destroyed. Only the transfer of energy/matter from state to state. We are shaped by the shaping of our intention, just as candle, wick, and flame inform one another. So the terms we set, the pacts we make, those are on us too. We must be clean of it when we curse, and likewise full of healing and growth when we heal.
And here’s the best advice I received: it is wiser to curse people and institutions for specific actions, so when the curse works and afflicts them and they perhaps have a change of heart and deed, they have an “out” clause and receive a rain of blessings for stopping that action from occurring. It gives us an out if we fuck up too. We should throw with both hands, remain fierce and compassionate, merciful and stern. And curse when we really mean it. Curse to take them out.