modern ties

ok but a tomarry au in which harry is 21 whos in a casual relationship with a 16 year old tom. harrys ambition of getting into Hogwarts School of Music caused him to break up with tom, in which tom took out his frustration by killing myrtle. that same year, he was named as the sole successor of Mosmordre, one of the most successful multinational corporation in the world.

fast forward, harry is 26 and is conducting in hogwarts. Draco offered him a job to bring his studio band to play in a private social gathering, asking him to play jazz in order to please his honorable guest. Harry complied, playing his composition he once dedicated to Tom without much thought.

Tom was surprised to hear the familiar piece in the gathering. He found Harry, his first obsession in front of him, still obsessing over bars and tempos.

This time, Tom is determined to have him, along with the six other things that rightfully belong to the vaults of Slytherin’s family.

The Kalash people as an ancient cultural continuum between South Asia and Europe

The Kalash people practice an ancient form of Indo-European [polytheism] in an unbroken tradition having survived against all odds in a remote mountain region of northern Pakistan. The isolated Chitral Valley is home to Dardic people who speak an ancient Indo-European language called Nuristani. This is what remained when the Indo-Iranian and Indo-Aryan subgroups cleaved off after their invasion of the Indian subcontinent. Their religion descends from the Rigvedic period and they have close genetic ties to modern Europeans.

Some of their religious customs echo pre-christian Slavic ones – a cosmic dualism pitting a thunder god against a chthonic rival, a polymorphic fertility deity, animal sacrifice, use of wooden idols and a corpus of nature spirits. Their pantheon even includes a female deity of death named Mara. The women’s clothing bare remarkable resemblance to Slavic folk costume, especially the Ukrainian type. 

Whats more, the Kalash have a winter solstice ritual that may yield precious clues to the meaning behind Slavic yule log (Bozic/Badnjak/Budnik) tradition. Here a young boy assumes the role of the polymorphic solar fertility hero by taking to the hills during summer. He returns to his community and completes the rite of passage during the night of the winter solstice. Per Wikipedia,“This includes the Festival of the Budulak (buḍáḷak, the ‘shepherd king’). In this festival, a strong prepubescent boy is sent up into the mountains to live with the goats for the summer. He is supposed to get fat and strong from the goat milk. When the festival comes he is allowed for a 24-hour period only to have sexual intercourse with any woman he wants, including even the wife of another man, or a young virgin. Any child born of this 24-hour period is considered to be blessed. “

Art thing me and olibathore did
Nice mario kart does happen sometimes, but henryk will never stop being a  sore loser. Maybe if he stopped trying to play while wearing gloves, he’d do a wee better and stop [muffled sulking]

(does a split) so thought I had at 12am, the hour of creative farts and general mistakes:


sanctuaryforascrivener  asked:

Did you do your thesis on a particular Pratchett book, a series, his work in general? The way you described the main argument felt incredibly broad, and I'm wondering if your text was narrow as a result.

I’m still in bed and typing from mobile so excuse any bleary eyed typos ❤

I broke my thesis down into one chapter per series arc for what was then 38 books. This enabled me to cover as many texts as possible while also focusing on concise themes and delving into the mythology behind them whilst tracking the evolution of the myths as the world changes.

So the Witches and Death focus on a very much blood and bone ancient magic mythos, while the Moist Von Lipwig series (and the Watch to a lesser extent) sees the gods take a bit of a step back unless provoked, and instead we see the rise of popular spiritualism that emerged in the 19th century (the intervention of “Angels”. Moist pretending to be possessed and delivering letters to the gods. The belief that people’s souls can live on in the real world through objects like the Clacks etc etc) following the Industrial Revolution in the west. 

So for example, with the Witches my main focus was on the need for every day mundane magic that didn’t seem like magic and to us now looks like quaint ritual or custom. Like scattering lavender over your doorway or through clothes in storage to prevent bad luck, when what it actually does is repel certain types of biting insects likely to cause sickness.

Of course some of the things that were done make absolute sense now that we know the logic behind it and marvel that they managed to figure something so complex like that out—because of course women’s “magic” (aka knowledge) was always considered base and dangerous in comparison to their male counterparts. Even though you were more likely to die at the hands of a doctor than a midwife—a sentiment often echoed when a doctor needs to be called on the Disc and Vimes quips back “Are you mad?! We want them to live!” with the exception of Mossy who wasn’t trained by traditional “western” standards.

It was a good mixture of placebo and actual knowledge at play—like Granny giving someone sugar water to give them a little boost of energy whilst performing a spinal realignment with her knee but knowing it has to look like magic or it won’t work in their head because people want to believe something will make them better.

For instance, many healing potions prior to the 18th-19th century required for the water in use to be boiled with iron in it, iron believed to be a magical metal used to repel evil. Which is why in certain parts of Scotland it’s still common for a newborn baby to have an iron key placed under their pillow even though no one really knows why. It was originally believed it would stop evil faeries from swapping the bairn for a changeling, and you’ll nearly always find an iron horseshoe above the door for similar reasons. Except if you ask anyone they just sort of shrug and say “grandma did it…it’s traditional…”

So what was the importance of boiling iron? Well we now know it helps anemia, you can even buy little iron fish shaped utensils to put into soups and stews where meat is scarce and anemia is a chronic condition. So the purpose of boiling iron and forcing an invalid to drink it might have looked like you were imbuing the water with the properties of iron e.g. strength, resilience and the all important ‘keeps the devil at bay’ magic, when what you were actually doing was treating the anemia which was weakening your patient. And anemia would have been common and sometimes fatal due to food shortages and food regulations put into place by class systems—rare for peasants to eat meat but there was generally always iron about, even just nails and such—clever, yes? To us certainly, but to your commoner it must have looked like magic. Which is a huge part of how Pratchett’s witches operate.

The practice fell out of use when medicine became more formalized, and doctors began taking over things like child birthing without any real understanding of how such things actually worked (like making women lie flat to give birth because it let them use pliers, when nature wants you to either be sitting up or kneeling so gravity can do most of the work) and other more “civilized” things. The irony that they were bleeding people for conditions like anemia will never not provoke horrified laughter from my chronically anemic self.

Incidentally the shift towards modern medicine also ties in with the fall of understanding where some of our traditions came from. Sprites and elves were commonly believed to exist but it wasn’t until the 19th century when they became romanticized in parts of the western world into not only being benign but benevolent creatures, which is something Pratchett goes into heavily in Lords and Ladies, where you see people are initially excited for the Elves, only to realize there was a very good reason great grandma slept with an iron poker under her pillow.

“Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are marvelous. They cause marvels.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.

The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning. No one ever said elves are nice. Elves are bad.”

Elves, pixies and faeries were god damn terrifying for most people. They stole away husbands, they killed women in childbirth, they drowned children in lakes and stole crying babies away in the night. They were the explanation for everything they couldn’t fathom, like deep marshy bogs where a man might fall and never be found, like sepsis or a hemorrhage, like hidden currents in not so deep waters and what we now know to be cot death.

So people did things to counter them, things like “don’t go near that marsh at night or the elves will get you!” and getting a woman in labor to drink water that’s been kept in a bowl made of zinc because zinc is a natural blood thickener and can help prevent bleeding to death.

And of course times change and we don’t need to do these things anymore because we have pills and sterile surgical implements and GPS that lets us know not to walk through the marsh because there’s a foot path five miles that-a-ways so you have this sort of wonderful thing where survival instincts become quaint traditions and the mythos lives on by doing silly things like hammering iron above your doorway and throwing salt over your left shoulder because…because…the human hive mind remembers the night, it remembers the winter and the wolves at the door and the fear that a baby might not wake up in the morning because faeries took them away so you’d best keep some iron close by and prop their pillow up with a wedge of birch wood and never tell anyone your middle name because…because…well just because okay, it’s just something we do

And that’s fascinating.

I’m going to cut this off now because my mobile won’t let me keep going haha, but yea. I tried to fit as much into my thesis was was physically possible by doing it via arcs and themes because it was incredibly broad. I could probably spend my entire life trying to do it justice.

anonymous asked:

So, Oda said that Luffy nationality would be Brazilian right? So what if Law didn't know this and one day Luffy called him querido (dear/darling) or some other affectionate term and Law just loves it. Or Luffy talks in Portuguese in bed or just has a conversation in Portuguese one day and Law loses his shit.

holy shit i love it so much aaa. luffy pecking law on the cheek and accompanying it with a cute little whisper in his dialect and law just turning a shade of red rivalling a tomato

that’s like the inverse of a hc me and @raincloudfedarie have where law’s nationality would be Spanish in a modern au (all the ties to donquixote family etc)
and luffy always overhears law talking Spanish on the phone to good ol papa flamingo and then when they’re in the bedroom he bashfully asks “t-talk like you do on the phone”
“???? what…?”
“like…yknow, traffy…”
“…oh. oh. spanish turns you on. i see



➢ Cordelia Chase (instagram)


modern au → arya stark as an underground assassin in london

She only called once. A quick, breathless call on a burner, which she later ditched behind an Indian restaurant near Southwark Bridge. It was reckless and selfish and jeopardized the two years she had spent in hiding - but it was worth it when Sansa picked up the phone after two rings, her voice weak through the receiver. “Arya? Is that you?” She knew that Sansa was alive from newspaper clippings and TV reports, but hearing her was different. Her sister’s voice was familiarity and comfort, Scottish winters and evenings in Winterfell, sitting together on the back porch and watching the sky dim. She called me Arya, the girl realized. It had been years since she heard that name, and it sounded foreign, detached. She swayed, falling against the wall of the alley, sliding down the side of the building until her knees hit cement. “Sansa,” she whispered back, surprised to find that she was crying, almost heaving in an alley off Brick Lane. The call lasted two and a half minutes before the girl hung up. When she left, pulling up her hood and blending back into the shadows, her sister’s last words - please Arya, just another minute, please - stayed with her. 

anonymous asked:

Hello. I had a good scroll through your blog, but couldn't find an ask like this. So here it goes: I've always been interested in Witchcraft, I've read up about it, got the crystals, altar etc... But, what exactly is Witchcraft? I find that everyone online says theres set, certain ways to do something. If I want to collect flowers, mash them up in a mixing bowl and have them as an offering to whatever I choice, is it still Witchcraft? Even if I just, pick the flowers because they

“Felt like the right flowers? Can I dedicate my food, just because I felt like it? Without picking certain herbs spices etc, that mean something? Can I set up an altar with certain candles, crystals etc, not due to their meaning, but because, they felt right? All of my work is based off of gut feeling, i rarely care about “I need this color on my altar becuase it means this” or “I need this herb or else my intention is ruined”… So anyway, is what I’m doing still Witchcraft? Thank you!!”

Witchcraft isn’t the crystals. It isn’t the altar, it isn’t the tools. It’s the craft of a witch. 
What I try to teach witches who come to me is that their craft should be intuitive to them. They should be doing what they feel is correct. If the spirit of a flower tells you to do something, listen to it. 
You’ll often find that the people who strictly keep to the ‘rules’ of modern witchcraft don’t have ties to the older teachings. They function from rules derived from New Age teachings, taught to them by their teachers, ceaselessly clinging to them. 
This is folk magic, and folk magic is made from whatever the magician has on hand or feels is correct. 
Now, with that being said, you should always test yourself and see if the information you are receiving matches with previous folklore, or at least is similar to it. Otherwise, you don’t know if you’re just making it up. 
If it were a religion, it wouldn’t matter, but it’s not. Witchcraft isn’t worship. It’s an attempt to change the world through sorcerous means. It’s an art and a science at once. It is to be studied heavily, but it also requires great amounts of intuition to guide you through the maze. 

anonymous asked:

How is the phrase 'america first' supposed to be racist? its america first not white people or hispanics first, it means putting the interests of the US before the interests of other countries.

On paper, yeah, but that’s why it’s called a “dog whistle”.

“America First” has a longstanding history of being connected to Nazism, Fascism, and Racism.  We need only look at old political cartoons from the WW2 era, some of which you may recognize.

If you dislike political cartoons, we can also look at the history of the “America First Council”, that actively claimed that Nazi Germany was fine and that it really was a ploy of the British and American Jews to pull us into an unnecessary war.  Just google Charles Lingbergh and you’ll see more than enough.

You also had literal Nazi spies infiltrate and run the organization.

Just look at the timeline of the use of the word.

It came into existence with the rise of fascism, peaked during and immediately after WW2, and continued middling about, until now when its usage has skyrocekted.

Couple that with the admission that the phrase and the speech were written by Steve Bannon, who himself is tied to modern incarnations of Nazism and Fascism, and you have a word with a charged and racist origin being promulgated by a person with Nazi/Fascist ties in a time period where those same racial and governmental dynamics are becoming only sharpened and more damaging.

It’s a dog whistle.  It’s racist.

In a bizarre historical coincidence, the Hemings DNA findings emerged at the precise moment when another American president, William Jefferson Clinton, was under fire in a scandal involving the White House intern Monica Lewinsky.

Master of the mountain: Thomas Jefferson and his slaves, by Henry Wiencek

According to the book, conservatives were ‘enraged’ by a suggested moral equivalence between Jefferson and Clinton which Joseph Ellis suggested in his analytical article in Nature, and began to suggest that the timing of the announced DNA findings were fixed to help Clinton. Ellis's article stated that:

The parallels are hardly perfect, but some are striking … Our heroes –and especially Presidents– are not gods or saints, but flesh-and-blood humans, with all the frailties and imperfections that this entails.

William Safire published an essay titled Sallygate in 1998, wherein he accused that the White House used the Hemings affair to distract the public from the subject of the Clinton scandal

… Why was this stunning new evidence released on the weekend before Impeachment Election Day?

{The Ellis quote is repeated}

Sound familiar? That’s the White House party line: everybody did it. If Jefferson impregnated a young slave and refused to comment on Callender’s story, what’s the big deal about Clinton dallying with young women and lying under oath about it? The historian’s spin: We are all Federalists; we are all sinners; so forget this impeachment stuff.

That was not all this prize-winning historian did for Clinton on election weekend. He was one of the signers of a full-page ad by “Historians in defense of the Constitution” who brazenly associated their colleges with a plea to drop impeachment proceedings “mangling the system” lest this “permanently disfigure” the Presidency.

The activist behind Lefty Historians to Save Clinton is my longtime pal Arthur Schlesinger Jr., a Kennedyite who loyally kept his eyes clenched shut during a thousand days of fiddle-faddling. He periodically gathers liberal historians for a “survey” to rate Franklin Roosevelt up there near Washington and Lincoln.

But Americans were fully aware of Callender’s charges when they re-elected Jefferson overwhelmingly in 1804. Despite the misgivings of Washington and Madison, Jefferson introduced partisanship to the U.S. in its formative decade. That was as historic as his authorship of the Declaration of Independence.

Was he hypocritical to espouse the Rights of Man while embracing slavery? Yes; others at the time were more principled. But there was this amelioration: The young Jefferson promised his dying wife he would not marry again. His wife’s father was also the father of the slave Sally. Thus the 38-year affair was with his wife’s half-sister, who may have shared many of her characteristics.

Was it lifelong love or heartless domination? No examination of the Y chromosome can tell us. But many Americans can take pride in sharing this Founder’s genes as well as those of the attractive helpmeet Callender derogated as “this wench.”

Let the liberal historians use their “twistifications,” in Jefferson’s term, to equate his silence with Clinton’s sustained undermining of the oath. Others of us prefer to focus on the verification, after two centuries, of the reviled Callender’s exclusive story.

Wiencek included a quote from an NBC correspondent who commented that:

'The White House must be smiling. After all, if Bill Clinton’s favorite President could end up on Mount Rushmore and the $2 dollar bill despite being sexually active with a subordinate, it might put Mr. Clinton’s conduct with a certain intern in a different light.’


Fic Recs: Illustration for Warning: Emergency Pull Tab by ikeracity​:

Knocking a guy over with an inflatable pool and nearly giving him a concussion is probably not the best flirting technique in the world, but if there’s anyone who can pull it off, it’s Charles.

Comments: This is the closest that a written work will ever make you feel like you’re watching a colourful, extremely vivid, high quality animation without actually watching an animation. IT’S IMPOSSIBLY BRILLIANT. MY GOD. Situationally hilarious, and so freaking fluffy and cute I actually want to pet it. 

Joan chainsmokes cheap cigarettes at
The end of every battle; the Back Alley
Champ, can’t be defeated and they tell
Her she could be big in the ring, but she
Just takes a long drag and lights another
Cigarette before the old one’s burned
Down; a bad habit or maybe the feeling
She’s supposed to have lungs like ash.

She feels like fire, bright and hot and
Such an unyielding force. Or maybe
She feels like she’s on fire, never stops
Burning no matter how loud the screaming
Gets, and the crowds around her just watch
Like they don’t even hear it, but she screams
So loudly she can’t hear anything else.

Holy, they called her then, a righteous
Soldier of God; crazy, they call her now
Liar, fool, freak, taunting and jeering in
History book pages, always turning on
Her, only she lead an army when she was
Fourteen and burned for her faith at sixteen
But they never once call her Child.

The angels left her on that pyre but she
Never once turned her back on them;
She hasn’t stopped fighting since that
Day in the field when They came to her,
And her knuckles are bruised and bloody
And burned and she fights beside sinners
And the damned now instead of kings and
Knights, but it doesn’t matter; this is still a
Battle ground, this is still her Holy War.

—  Saint Joan of the Back Alleys | kmp