such things are cyclical

The Wheel of the Year

The Wheel of the Year is an annual cycle of seasonal festivals, observed by many modern Pagans. It consists of either four or eight festivals: either the solstices and equinoxes, known as the “quarter days”, or the four midpoints between, known as the “cross quarter days”.

The festivals celebrated by differing sects of modern Paganism can vary considerably in name and date. Observing the cycle of the seasons has been important to many people, both ancient and modern, and many contemporary Pagan festivals are based to varying degrees on folk traditions.

In many traditions of modern Pagan cosmology, all things are considered to be cyclical, with time as a perpetual cycle of growth and retreat tied to the Sun’s annual death and rebirth.

Yule/Winter Solstice: a festival observed by the historical Germanic peoples, later undergoing Christian reformulation resulting in the now better-known Christmastide. A celebration the beginning of longer days, as this is the shortest day of the year in terms of sunlight. 

Imbolc: the first cross-quarter day following Midwinter this day falls on the first of February and traditionally marks the first stirrings of spring. It is time for purification and spring cleaning in anticipation of the year’s new life. 

For Celtic pagans, the festival is dedicated to the goddess Brigid, daughter of The Dagda and one of the Tuatha Dé Danann.

Among witches reclaiming tradition, this is the  time for pledges and dedications for the coming year.

Ostara/Spring Equinox: from this point on, days are longer than the nights. Many mythologies, regard this as the time of rebirth or return for vegetation gods and celebrate the spring equinox as a time of great fertility.

Germanic pagans dedicate the holiday to their fertility goddess, Ostara. She is notably associated with the symbols of the hare and egg. Her Teutonic name may be etymological ancestor of the words east and Easter.

Beltrane: traditionally the first day of summer in Ireland, in Rome the earliest celebrations appeared in pre-Christian times with the festival of Flora, the Roman goddess of flowers, and the Walpurgis Night celebrations of the Germanic countries. 

Since the Christianization of Europe, a more secular version of the festival has continued in Europe and America. In this form, it is well known for maypole dancing and the crowning of the Queen of the May.

Litha/Summer Solstice: one of the four solar holidays, and is considered the turning point at which summer reaches its height and the sun shines longest.

Luchnassad/Lammas: It is marked the holiday by baking a figure of the god in bread and eating it, to symbolize the sanctity and importance of the harvest. Celebrations vary, as not all Pagans are Wiccans.  

The name Lammas (contraction of loaf mass) implies it is an agrarian-based festival and feast of thanksgiving for grain and bread, which symbolizes the first fruits of the harvest. Christian festivals may incorporate elements from the Pagan Ritual.

Mabon/Autumn Equinox: a Pagan ritual of thanksgiving for the fruits of the earth and a recognition of the need to share them to secure the blessings of the Goddess and the God during the coming winter months. The name Mabon was coined by Aidan Kelly around 1970 as a reference to Mabon ap Modron, a character from Welsh mythology. Among the sabbats, it is the second of the three Pagan harvest festivals, preceded by Lammas / Lughnasadh and followed by Samhain.

Samhain: considered by some as a time to celebrate the lives of those who have passed on, and it often involves paying respect to ancestors, family members, elders of the faith, friends, pets, and other loved ones who have died. In some rituals the spirits of the departed are invited to attend the festivities. It is seen as a festival of darkness, which is balanced at the opposite point of the wheel by the festival of Beltane, which is celebrated as a festival of light and fertility.

Surprise the Audience

Just a little something I’d wanna see in later seasons…

Surprise the Audience

The similarities between Viktor and Makkachin were sometimes impossible to ignore: both excitable, loyal, wide-eyed in the face of anything that fascinated them, and very clingy. But for how often Viktor’s attention jumped from one topic of interest to another, there was no doubt he was incredibly thoughtful, with much consideration going into every one of his choices; in this respect there was a depth to him that made him more comparable to a delicate handicraft forged by tireless masters long ago. Even small details others might consider insignificant would draw a pensive frown from Viktor, his pale brow would furrow, and he would soon be lost to his contemplation.

And there was one important date he always remembered to celebrate.

The weeks leading up to November had, at first glance felt rather the same. Yuuri maintained an intense practice regimen. Things felt cyclical now; Viktor had stayed with Yuuri at Hasetsu in Japan, and now he was with Viktor in St. Petersburg. Mornings were spent jogging down the crisscrossing streets and over bridges, often traveling further than the cars stuck in traffic that Yuuri was assured was actually worse in Moscow. It was nice scenery to practice in, if rather cold at this time of year. What intrigued him was how empty his ring finger felt; Viktor had insisted on taking it back for adjustments, saying something about sizing and words. Yuuri had voiced some protests, but his coach- and now competitor- was insistent. And he had not seen Viktor quite so happy and excitable.

Or on edge.

It was not until the 29th of November that Yuuri found out why.

It was the morning of his birthday. Yuuri had just barely settled down at the table intent on some breakfast to pump some energy into him, when Viktor entered, seeming to glide weightless across the floor. In his hands was held a box carefully wrapped in gold wrapping paper bearing a pattern of fluffy brown dogs. Custom order, no doubt.

“Yuuri, time to open your birthday present,” Viktor announced, placing the parcel square in front of Yuuri. His voice carried that strange, unique blend of levity and authoritativeness Yuuri had never heard from anyone else. It was a tone unique to Viktor Nikiforov, who could drag you lower than you’ve ever felt and raise you up on a pedestal above the god in the same breath. It was, admittedly, sometimes exhausting to keep up with, but that was why couples talked things out.


“You’re being awfully still, little piglet,” Viktor chimed in, leaning closer, looking quite expectant. “It won’t open itself.”

“Ah.” Yuuri roused himself from his reverie, carefully taking the package in hand. He slipped a finger beneath the wrapping, ripping into the gold patterned paper. Underneath was a nondescript white box. Yuuri glanced at Viktor who simply nodded silently. Yuuri peeled off the single bit of tape keeping the lid closed. Opening the box, he fished slowly around inside the nest of tissue paper, carefully pulling out something small and heavy.

Yuuri gaped. “I- I know about these,” he stuttered, slowly examining the gift. In his hands rested an ornate, elaborately decorated egg of enamel, and pearls. The coloring was a whole array of blues and blacks and whites, swirling and arcing against one another, the colors shifting gradually or else ending in sharp contrasts. Elaborate scrollwork and patterns of pearls and shimmering crystals completed the breathtaking imagery. The more Yuuri stared and inspected it, the more he came to realize the inspiration behind it. But…it couldn’t be…

“It…it’s like my outfits,” he whispered, giving the egg a final turnover.”

Viktor watched his every move with the same intensity he wore when observing his practice. “Very good! Something so pretty can only have a beautiful source of inspiration.” He knelt down, one arm resting across Yuuri’s shoulders. “You said you know about these?”

Yuuri nodded. “Faberge eggs. They were made for royalty, but now others have taken up the craft and a bunch of people can get them.”

“You’re right, Yuuri. But what else makes them special?”

“Um…” Yuuri dragged his gaze from Viktor’s penetrating one, wracking his brain. It was hard to think with the other so near and wearing such a look. “Each is…different…and…has some sort of other use? Or a surprise?” The way Viktor’s face lit up told Yuuri he had been correct. Taking the hint he returned to inspecting the gift, feeling a bit dazed. So many the real gift was inside. Viktor could not possibly have gotten him this.

His breath caught when at last he found a hinge and, just opposite it, a latch that let the egg open up to reveal a model of Hasetsu Castle sitting inside, proud, mighty, and majestic.

“A few people owed Yakov some favors,” Viktor said by way of explanation for how this piece came into existence.

“Yakov was involved in this!?” Yuuri gaped at Viktor before gazing at the treasure in his hands.

“Yep! He would have been more involved, but when Georgi heard he got pretty emotional and needed some comfort.”

Yuuri did not feel quite in charge of his own body. As he inspected the model of Hasetsu castle, his eyes landed on yet another set of hinges. “It opens more,” he muttered, licking his suddenly dried lips. He glanced at Viktor, trying for a smile; it was very shaky but sincere. “Is there katsudon in there?” he joked. Viktor laughed but did not respond. Carefully, always afraid of breaking this work of art, Yuuri opened up the final piece.

One hand tightened its hold on the egg as his other hand flew to his mouth, failing to stifle a gasp. His ring sat in a cushioned velvet box, gleaming most vibrant gold even in the faint light of the kitchen. From the corner of his eye, Yuuri saw Viktor still knelt beside him, smile warmer, bearing something more tender.

“You…but,” Yuuri began, carefully placing his gift on the table when his hands continued to shake. Viktor delicately retrieved the ring, holding it up for Yuuri to see. “But…you already-”

“And that’s what makes this even more surprising,” Viktor cut in. “It’s important to surprise the audience. And I doubt you were expecting something like this.”

He was quite right, to be sure. A second proposal, riddled with meaning and affection and a degree of newfound tranquility and assurance, was the last thing Yuuri expected from Viktor, in part because he already had made such an announcement earlier. Now, however, they had said much of what needed to be said, and had devised an arrangement that presented them with no reason to separate. To now have a memory of Viktor asking such an important question, when much of the storm had passed and they could feel secure in one another’s continued presence, was something Yuuri was grateful for.

Feeling an aching warmth blossom in his chest, Yuuri nodded once. As Viktor smiled in return and moved to replace the ring back on Yuuri’s hand, Yuuri caught sight of a new engraving on the inside of the band.

We call everything on the ice love.


Much like Faberge eggs, Viktor is one-of-a-kind, beautiful inside and out, and all about surprising the audience. Such a gift seemed on parr for what he’d feel as the best present for his katsudon.


Philanthropist. Bibliophile. True friend to the Library of Metropolis… 

Mr. Lex Luthor.

So many things in life are cyclical… they travel their circular path, always returning eventually to any given point. Time is no exception to this… every 24 hrs the world has spun a full circle and every 365 days it has completed a full circle around the sun. And though the way we experience time is subjective at best, I still believe there is a certain phenomenon that many people share…
There are times in our lives we experience a trauma; we are deeply hurt in a way that can never fully heal or we lose someone we love deeply from our lives… and when that happens, something in the way we experience time is forever changed. It is as though the world has always spun its circles on a perfectly polished surface but as of that moment, the glossy exterior is damaged in that exact spot forever and the circle will always have difficulty when it gets back to that point.
And from then on it ‘catches’… snags… like a damaged record, or a hangnail on a woolen sweater or a hiccup with a broken rib… and it hurts… in a very real, literal sense. 
I lost somebody once on this date… and the way I experience time has forever been altered because of it.
Every year this day ‘catches’… and it hurts.
Each time the world has spun another circle, it seems to return to this point and stop momentarily, almost as though it were giving me a moments stillness to acknowledge the emptiness and the loss… before it begins its turning once more…
—  Ranata Suzuki | Painful Anniversaries
It is a universal tragedy the way women perceive themselves through other women. We look at other women and we assume that because we believe their eyes are beautiful, that they are the eyes we should have to be beautiful too. That because we believe their legs are perfection, we should have legs like these in order to achieve perfection too. We fail to see that these women think the same things when they look at us. It is cyclic. The legs we want are possessed by the woman that wants our hips or the breasts we want are possessed by the woman that wishes she could swap them out for our own. It is tragic that this mutual disrespect of our own bodies turns into toxicity and jealousy rather than a universal love of each others bodies and beings. We must realise that the objectivity of the perfect beauty is influenced by the subjective views of us all. There is no one ‘beauty’.
—  natroel

i think what it really does is even well meaning people who are like “well fat people can’t help it, its the obesogenic environment filled with cheap junk food and sedentary activities” may not be directly blaming fat people for being fat, may have some genuine intent to be ‘non-judgmental’ but it also helps justify things like taxes on “junk food” which is nothing more than a punishment (for example; there are so many other issues like say denying certain kinds of health care until a person loses weight but this isn’t so related to the ‘obesogenic environment’ thing). i mean its not the well off that are going to be deterred from what they want to buy by relatively minor (for them) price hikes yk?

but ofc the “they can’t help it” thing is shitty all by itself as well haha

another thing leading to cyclical starvation as that post says is just dieting, so this can happen with no food insecurity even, i mean who is under the greatest pressure to self-starve than fat people? or even will be denied food/denied sufficient or pleasing food, if they don’t have control over what they eat (like kids and institutionalized people for example).

anyway clearly my meds have kicked in so i gotta get back to final papers haha

oh but 1 more thing the relationship of fatphobia and ableism Thanks!

anonymous asked:

I must ask: If every morning starts with the remembrance of what was lost, who's to say the day can’t be spent in mourning for all the almosts and maybes? - P

fuck man, I don’t know.

I think dwelling the past is a very cyclical thing that’s hard to get out of. You can be so focused on past failings that your life turns into one long winding past failing leading into a future failing with no present to change anything. (sorry, that sounded really emo, but that’s how it felt to me.) idk how to break the cycle except to realize that there is a present and you have agency over what you do in it.

@aprilwitching replied to your post: i’m afraid schizophrenia has stolen my ability to…

tbh what you were describing earlier sounds a whole lot like EITHER (what i understand to be) normal writer’s/artist’s block, OR a cyclic mood disorder thing. thanks to my own cyclic mood disorder, i often go through long periods where i can’t really draw/write creatively, and may not even have an interest in those things. i don’t associate those periods with what i think of as “depression” so much as a kind of hollowness and disconnection.

… lia thank you so much for saying this, bc i honest to god forgot i am Literally Diagnosed Bipolar Spectrum and that like, i’ve also been displaying other signs  of being in a depressive episode (lethargy, sleeping a lot, increased pain, rumination, etc.) lately. 

anyway like, yeah … the problem rn is that i do have an interest in doing Something Creative but i can’t manage creative thoughts. maybe i’ll just try and power through it and do things that feel uninspired in the hopes that something good will come of it anyway?

The ‘Best Fake Rappers Out There’ Satirize Breakout Success In 'Popstar’

Andy Samberg, Akiva Schaffer and Jorma Taccone (together known as The Lonely Island) spoke to Fresh Air about their new movie Popstar, their years on Saturday Night Live, and how they’ve managed to stay friends over the years:

Akiva Schaffer: You know what? It’s all about honesty, communication, and keeping it interesting in the bedroom.

Andy Samberg: You gotta do what it takes.

Jorma Taccone: And do we ever!

Samberg: We just love working together, and we love being buddies, and when we work together, we get to stay buddies. So it’s sort of a cyclical, wonderful thing.

Taccone: We’ve all worked with other people and we love doing that, too, but there’s just something special that happens when we’re all together.

DON’T MISS the “drop” the guys did for us, to upgrade our usual show opener. 

Photo courtesy of Universal Studios 

Several of the Weasley twins’ inventions are surprising treatments for chronic illness. 
U-No-Poo is a blessing for Crohn’s and IBS flare ups. 
And the cure-ends of skiving snackboxes can treat things like POTS and Cyclical Vomiting Syndrome better than many treatments Saint Mungo’s has to offer.
—  Submitted by Anonymous 
A leading economist explains why Trump is a 'placebo president'

Tyler Cowen, author of “The Complacent Class,” came to Business Insider and discussed how Donald Trump’s role as a “placebo president” has its benefits. 

Following is a transcript of the video.

Josh Barro: You say that you are optimistic that dynamism will return to the United States. Does it — how much does it matter whether we have good or bad public policies? Is that a thing that’s just cyclical and it’ll come back or does the government have to do something specific to cause that to happen?

Tyler Cowen: I think it matters a lot, but at this point I’m not optimistic about reform in many, if any, policy areas at all. I think we’ll make further progress by inventing new things that aren’t much regulated yet and outracing bad policy. I look at so many policy areas — regulation, regulatory reform, health care reform — it’s all failing, we’re not making improvements, we’re going backwards. As we were discussing before, the new Republican health care plan appears to be a step backwards. Trump’s getting rid of two regulations for every one passed. Maybe it’s better than nothing. It’s not going to be very effective compared to the total stock of regulation. It’s not going to work.

Barro: So does it matter that Donald Trump is president? Does that concern you about these trends? Setting aside his ideology, he does not seem like an especially competent manager of the government as a bureaucracy.

Cowen: I sometimes call Trump the placebo president. He will talk a big game, but for domestic policy I think change remarkably little. I worry much more about foreign policy, not the topic of my book, but there I think the president matters much more.

Barro: Can there be any benefits from Trump as a placebo president?

Cowen: Absolutely.

Barro: So, walk us through how that could help.

Cowen: Here’s a scenario, I’m not saying this is how things is, I’m just saying one possibility.

Barro: And so, first of all, explain what you mean when you say he’s the placebo president.

Cowen: That people feel better because he says all kinds of things no one else would say and we get certain tendencies out of our system. So if attacking immigrants, say, is a substitute for doing something worse, there’s at least a scenario under which that’s a better alternative than something else that might have happened. Here’s the positive scenario: that something has been going wrong in American society. You see it in wage growth, opioid abuse, many other social indicators, as you know. Sometimes it’s better to get the bad reaction to that over with quickly while your civil society still is strong and you can react and respond and protest, and you know, four or eight years from now, make another decision, and maybe it’s better to have that happen now than 20 years later when some of our problems are worse and our national mood is worse.

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i think my fav thing abt having cyclic vomiting syndrome, besides the airtight excuse for eating as much ginger and avocados as i can get my hands on i mean, is the fact that the supplements i take to treat it are the same shit fuckin body builders take to burn fat n gain muscle rip


“I mean, things are cyclical. The funny thing is Miss Saigon and The King and I were on Broadway at the same time, and now it’s going to be The King and I and Allegiance on Broadway at the same time — two Asian-casting heavy shows. I’m hoping that there is a shift in the consciousness of producers, audiences [and] that, hopefully, with a show like this, where you see a name like George Takei — these are clearly Asian people up on the marquee — that people are like, ‘I want to see that.'”

claireplusjasper  asked:

How come, when people are sick with a usual virus (cold etc), they can feel better during the day but it gets worse in the evening?

Great question! Interestingly, lots of illnesses can be worse at night (like asthma, some types of arthritis, and GERD–and strokes and heart attacks more commonly happen in the wee hours of the morning too).

There are several explanations for this: 

1. At night you are horizontal. All the snot and goop has nowhere to go so it just sits in your sinuses and makes you feel more clogged. Or it pools in your throat and tickles and makes you cough all night. 

2. You’re not drinking at night. Thus you may get a little dry and mucus thickens and becomes harder to clear. Or maybe the air in your house is dry and the same thing happens. 

3. Fevers. They tend to be cyclic with viruses and generally happen at night. When you’re febrile, your muscle aches and malaise is usually worse.

4. Circadian rhythm. Your body goes into mini-hibernation at night, and even your immune defenses don’t work at full speed when it’s dark outside. Cortisol, a stress hormone, is lower at night and first thing in the morning, so your body isn’t getting as many “help me, I’m stressed out!” signals at night. 

5. The meds you took at dinnertime are wearing off. Twelve hours, schmelve hours. 

Ways to fight this phenomenon?

1. Prop yourself up. Let gravity help you. Sleep in a recliner or up on 2-3 pillows.

2. Drink a big glass of water before you go to bed. And when you wake up at 2 am to pee, drink another one.

3. Have Tylenol or Ibuprofen available to treat your fevers at night. And get a dang thermometer. Probably 90% of my patients don’t have thermometers. 

4. Ask your doc or a pharmacist which cough & cold meds are best for your nighttime symptoms and take them right before bed. (And check to see if they contain acetominophen or ibuprofen –you don’t need to double or triple up on that stuff).

5. Use a humidifier. And turn your fan on. Cool, humidified air can help you breathe easier at night. But please keep the humidifier properly cleaned. We don’t need you getting fungal infections on top of your virus.