wait can you elaborate on the thrift store ritual? i need to find a suit for a cosplay in the next two weeks
Okay, so I start with this evocation that I wrote kind of a joke. I either reblog it or repeat it in my head or actually say it if I’m feeling frisky. I’ll take a big swig of whatever I’m drinking then. “To ask good fortune, We drink to your might”
When we get to the thrift store, I’ll stomp my feet as soon as we get out of the car to scare any bad luck away.
While I’m at the store, I’ll repeat the last four lines or so in my head because that’s the part I remember the best, over and over again so that it’s kind of like background noise.
After checkout, I keep the tags. There’s a godform in my wobbly pantheon that is, among other things, “The God of Found Objects.” I leave at least one of the tags at his shrine for a few days as kind of a ‘look what I found!’
And that’s the ritual. Nothing really too complicated. It’s silly, but listen: I’m very silly. I have found so many awesome things.