outside crafts

it’s so weird hearing americans talk about Target© as some kind of semi-religious holy space of reasonably priced goods and services, bc in it’s short, fever-dream existence up here in the frozen north it was… Not Good. 

in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?

or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:

  • only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger. 
  • entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
  • no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
  • there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles. 
  • the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
  • passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
  • leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.

it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers attracted to the malignant leftover energies from zellers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers. 

i believe the balls outside target are carefully crafted and powerfully attuned magical artifacts that keep up the illusion known as Target©, but were incorrectly spaced in canada due to a mixup between the metric and imperial systems of measurement, and that is why the brief twilight zone episode that was canadian target collapsed virtually overnight.

episode two :: Yuri realizes, suddenly and terribly, he might be a little bit in love.  

Victor doesn’t even try to go to sleep.  He just lays in bed with his laptop, watching the thirty-seven takes of Yuuri trying to get “hi, I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the Bachelor” out of his mouth.

Don’t they know who I am?” Yuuri slurs on screen.  

Yuuri, you have to put the champagne bottle down, you have to pretend to be sober,” Phichit says off camera, all authority gone from his voice.  He’s trying not to laugh.

Phichit,” Yuuri says, and he takes a big swig from the bottle, bubbles pouring down both sides of his lips. “You can’t tell me what to do.  I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the motherfucking Bachelor.

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We need an understanding of levels

Folks out there act like there isn’t any intermediate and advanced witchcraft content available to them. Even 20 years ago most of what is easily available now was not at your finger tips. Because of all this availability it seems like people don’t realize what is basic, intermediate or advanced. Spoilt with everything available, they wonder what advanced even is. Everything listed down here can be found online, in distance classes, and in books that are for sale at modest cost:

The basics are knowing the major neopagan holidays, how to cast a circle, cleanse, ground, shield and follow spell and ritual instructions for simple goals like attracting prosperity, inspiration and a little luck. Easy to follow and clear cut ethics. The instructions for learning visualization. You can start elsewhere than neopagan but there will be similar basic practices, and there are hundreds of books of the same basic content and lots of sites and blogs too.

Intermediate material is setting up a daily practice, getting good with a divination method, getting very familiar with herbal, tree, stone or animal lore, writing your own spells and rituals using correspondences and standard patterns, some study of myth and folklore. Thoughtful understanding of gray area ethics and honor. A lot of self exploration and strengthening. Instructions for out of body experience.

Advance material will be communicating with various spirits and/or deities. The specialization in the arts of a particular path or role like priesthood, tool making, bardic storytelling, writing your own grimoire or copying your tradition’s book of shadows. Initiation into that path and optionally coven practice. Confidence in astral travel. More specific and targeted spell craft and ritual based upon your compiled experiences and those shared with you by teachers and peers. Ecstatic practices during ritual and spell work. Deep self knowledge, facing difficult demons and shadows and acting in full accordance with your own ethical compass.

Post advanced: learning the specialities of more paths perhaps becoming a leader, teacher, warrior, writer, or mystic in your tradition. Learning more depth and self knowledge through teaching or leading or even through deeper life dedication. It is not every person who has gone through the levels duty to teach, it takes extra talents outside of the craft like writing ability, pedagogy, and even the luxury of time and space to provide for others.

It all comes down to your own personal level of dedication and amount effort you can or will put in how far you can go. And one can have a very meaningful and impactful practice at any level dependent only upon satisfying their own drive for self knowledge and wisdom and truth of the spirit world, deities and/or nature. Everyone’s advanced path will look different though intro paths can be fairly similar, they all are unique too.


Art From An Insane Asylum

Agnes Richter was a German seamstress held as a patient in an insane asylum during the 1890s. During her time there, she densely embroidered her straitjacket with words, undecipherable phrases and drawings which documented her thoughts and feelings throughout her time there.

Give Dan Howell the role of Christopher Robin in the new Winnie the Pooh movie

This petition needs about 4,000 more signatures to reach its goal!
This petitions goal is to get Dan to play Christopher Robin in the next Winnie the Pooh movie and we all know how fantastic that’d be

Link: (if it’s not working for some reason just message me)

Craft vs. Art

I was thinking about @jenroses’s answer about the arbitrary nature of what constitutes the line between fanfiction and original fiction, and I started thinking about how it relates to the supposed differences between craft and art, and also why doing something that’s considered more of a “craft” can sometimes be more creatively freeing than working on “art.”

Given that I do needle arts, this craft vs. art thing is an issue that comes up a lot. Crafts seem to be things that people classify as something to keep your hands busy. The implication is something small in meaning. “Not something that would go in a museum.” Pleasure, not “real work.” Cross-stitch, needlepoint, embroidery, knitting, crochet, quilting, weaving (basket and cloth), beading, but also woodworking and blacksmithing and pottery. These are all things that are seen to require skill to do well, but the end results are only rarely held up as examples of “art,” and are thus not often seen as truly creative endeavors by people outside that crafting community.

If the work isn’t seen as 100% the maker’s original idea, no working from instructions or patterns at any point, is it really art? they ask.

Does it matter? I counter.

When I started writing fic this past June, I hadn’t written fiction of any kind in 16 years. Nor had I drawn or painted. My artistic creativity, as I had been told to define it, had seemed burned out, gone, dead. All I’d been doing in those years (“all”) was extremely complex cross-stitch, temari (a Japanese form of geometric embroidery), and knitting. It was the temari that really grabbed me, so I worked hard enough at it that I started to get some recognition for making original pieces, which, in the temari world, means combining techniques that are centuries old in possibly novel ways, or at least novel colors. And at this point, people started asking me what it was that kept me coming back to temari. Why did I keep doing it, sometimes variations of the same design again and again? The answer I came up with was this:

I like the way temari sets up rigid constraints that you must work within (the geometric divisions, the stitching techniques), but then challenges you to be as creative as possible within those constraints. Sure, I did that particular pattern five times in a row, but each time I varied the colorway, or I explored how changing just one element would affect the overall final look. And that spurred me to greater and greater creativity.

Fanfiction is very much the same for me. Exploring how to be as creative as possible in a few areas while operating within a set of constraints is oddly freeing. I can experiment with changing just one aspect of canon and explore how that would change the overall dynamic of the established world, or I can push everything into an AU setting and work to keep the character dynamics recognizable even with everything else changed. And if creativity within constraint is what’s inspiring me to actually write/draw/stitch, I’m not going to look down on that.

Nor should anyone.

Blur that line in your mind. It’s all art. It’s the value judgements that are fake.


Took the boys out for some photos, its the first warm afternoon in weeks and its nice to feel a little sunshine. Their three older brothers have gone off to new homes but these two are still looking! Egg, and his brother Dawson are for sale at $50 each, with more are hatching out all the time now as we amble on into spring. If you’re interested, feel free to contact me! There’s nothing I love more then sending my boys off home. …Too many crows in one room does tend to inspire a lot of mess.

@soluscheese In which Dean is a fisherman and Cas is a selkie. Sam’s POV

There’s no denying it: Dean’s new friend is strange.

Where to begin?

Well, the fact he’s dripping wet and naked in their small beachside cabin is a pretty good start. Which might have been acceptable (albeit horrifying) if Dean was also naked, but unlike the mysterious man, Dean’s fully clothed.

But that’s not all, no, the guy is naked in their cabin being spoon-fed soup by Dean himself.

Even without the bizarre situation, the man would be strange. His skin is oddly pale, though there are dark freckles down his calves, making his feet a dark grey that would have looked sickly in another situation. His eyes are as blue as the ocean on a clear, sunny day and his teeth look sharper than teeth ought to.

“Meet Cas,” Dean tells Sam with a grin.

Cas fixes Sam with an intense gaze and replies with a bark. A bark that might sound like “Cas,” but only if one strained.

Sam shoots Dean a look. There is something seriously wrong with this situation. The world’s fraught with magic and monsters, after all, and their family business, their fishing business, is perfectly safe and perfectly ordinary. Sam isn’t interested in making it any more interesting. Up until now, he’s assumed Dean felt the same. 

Dean merely shrugs and continues to spoon feed the strange, naked man. “He doesn’t speak Common,” Dean informs his brother.

Sam’s not entirely sure Cas speaks at all.

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The Outsider (pop) with the rune shrine

(since I am all over The Outsider once again or still, not sure anymore so was way overdue to make a little shrine. Many error but I am happy with the final look)

i wanted to write an introduction post because it’s been so long that i have been away from tumblr, but goodness it feels odd writing about myself. you may remember my old blog thistleunderthemoon & if you do, thank you for keeping me in your memory bank, it means a lot! the reason i am back is because i truly missed having a community of witches to connect with & i really missed helping other witches on their journey/path. a lot has changed since i have been gone so i will share down below what’s new with me + my craft.

after a lot of self-reflection & growth these past few months, i have discovered a lot about myself. part of that is my new name, ivory faye. i also decided to get back to my roots with green cottage magick, it’s what feels the most natural to me. i am studying different religions, but at the moment i do not claim any of them. for now i am agnostic, we shall see how my beliefs progress with time as i do my studying.

outside of my craft, my husband & i moved to the midwest in august. we no longer live in indiana which we originally moved to, but we love the little town we moved to three weeks ago. we are still trying to conceive our first child, but we are doing our best to be hopeful & not bitter as we continue to get negative test results each month. my husband works a pretty decent office job while he still pursues his dream career. i work in the deli at a popular big-box store part-time, read tarot part-time, working on a fantasy children’s book series, & i am working on opening an online shop in the new year.

please feel free to message me + connect with me. i have missed so many of you and hope that we can recconect. you may also reblog this post if you’d like to spread the word about me being back. 🌿


“Dan hurry up or I will leave without you–”

‘No no no no no no no’

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Making more wooden joints, this one is a very slightly different design, and a bit larger. I’m currently trying to figure out a way to stop the joint loosening over time (to help with a project I’m planning), which I think I might have figured out. More clips to come! #crafts #carving #woodwork #woodworking #wood #dowoodworking #axe #spooncarving #bushcraft #handmade #rustic #craft #wood #forsale #etsysellersofinstagram #crafts #outdoors #countryside #survival #etsy #forest #natural #outside #spooncarvingmagazine #etsyseller #nature #carpentry

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Crafting some occultic stuff for the cosplay and just for fun. Dearest Che, what about starting to make the outfit itself at last, eh?

Runes and some old&new bone charms. Gonna make more new ones (with 2 and 3 bones) later.
Materials: wood, polymer clay, metal, acrylic paint and a bit of dark magic~

UPD: There are some problems in the mobile version: some of the photos disappear, and I don’t know how to fix that o.O
UPD 2: fixed it!

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