we call it tradition

Choice Moments with our Horny Hexblade

Jax: If they wanted the seeds at the meeting place why not take them there themselves?
Meliorn: It’s probably a ritualistic…marriage blessing…thing
Jax: That’s stupid
Meliorn: I mean, our mother is literally a Baroness of Hell, so we really have no call making fun of others traditions
Jax: That’s fair, okay.

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Jax: He shows up 15 minutes late with Starbucks and amnesia (accurate description of his fiance)

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Jax: I lift the crowbar in the air
DM: Nothing ever good starts with the sentence “I lift the crowbar”!
Jax: Okay, but, I lift the crowbar in the air…and pray

trans-riot  asked:

Ok as a tech/theater person I have important questions on your most recent Lance head canon: does he participate in pre-show traditions and does he come out eating on stage at he end (my stage manager came out eating an apple during several shows, once a sandwich)

This is a critical question and I’m glad you asked it

Personally when I was in high school, our pre-show tradition was making a satanic circle and praying to the ghost of our former tech director’s mother so she wouldn’t wreck the show (………yeah). 

Funny enough I think that Lance. Might have something similar? Not the satanic circle part, but we know that he and Keith believe in ghosts (they’re both really quick to accept that the castle is haunted) so consider this: Lance and Keith are the last two left during build one night. Coran’s wandered off… somewhere, maybe to check some lights or something. Lance and Keith are cleaning up and something happens, and they don’t really know what but the lights go out and Lance gets locked in a storage closet and Keith swears he was attacked and anyway the two of them walk away that night convinced their theatre’s haunted.

So lowkey before shows Lance starts like. Dropping by the supply closet and very nicely asking the ghosts to not wreck anything please and thank you. And Keith joins in and then it becomes a crew-wide thing and suddenly meeting up around the storage closet and talking to the ghosts is their main pre-show tradition.

Lance probably doesn’t come out on stage eating because Allura would straight up murder him (”no. food. in. my. theatre.”) and he doesn’t wanna die yet.

As for other weird shit, though, my high school also has this cow milker (we call it The Udders) and there’s a tradition where every show night one prop is swapped out for The Udders and the actor has to go on stage and keep acting like they’ve just got the normal prop (so like instead of a suitcase you’ve got this). I can totally see Pidge getting bored and swapping out a prop for something weird one night and then finding it so fucking funny that she just keeps doing it. It becomes a weird thing people look forward to.

Dear Journal,

It was Sirius’ and I last night together before we could call eachother “husbands”. Tommorow, we would be married. It was a tradition for the two lovers not to see eachother until the ceremony. The wedding was such a big deal for Sirius because all his life, he was meant to marry a pureblood girl. He wasn’t like that… He didn’t like girls. His family would have forced him to marry someone he didn’t like… that’s why the wedding was so important for him. Him being with me was like a miracle. For me, getting married would mean that we could be together forever. Wanting to be with Sirius until our world would end is the thing I always hoped would happen. Tommorow he will be mine and only. He will be my husband.

I looked at his asleep face, smilling to myself. He was laying on his stomach, his head on his arm. His dark lashes were tickling his cheeks. His lips were full and slightly parted. The white sheets had stopped at the bottom of his bare back, covering his cute butt. I traced a line from the top of his back down to the bottom with a single finger. His skin was warm and extremely soft. I smiled when I noticed his back dimples. They have always been one of my favorite part of his body. Sirius moved a bit and his eyes slowly opened. When he saw me next to him, the corner of his lips went up.

“Hey handsome.” I whispered.

“Hey.” He smiled.

I caressed his cheeks and bite my lip.

“Next time you’ll wake up next to me, i’ll be your husband.” I said, taking his hand in mine.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment since I saw you reading your book alone in a cabin of our first train ride to Hogwarts..” he said, kissing my lips.

“And I, since the day I looked up from my book and saw you in my cabin on our first train ride to Hogwarts.” I giggled.

“Do you think we were meant to happen?” Sirius asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well.. It was like love at first sight and now we’re basically getting married.. We are perfect for eachother.. Do you think we were made to be together?” He asked, smiling softly.

“I do.. we’re soulmates after all.” I smiled.

He giggled and kissed my cheek, sitting down on the bed.

“Well, I really miss our son.. How about we go get a french breakfast with Teddy and Regulus?” He asked.

“That would be lovely.”

I will write tonight.

-Remus
May 19th 1998

5

“In the traditional arts, we have a way of thinking called ‘mastering the flower.’ It’s the charm of an actor, which is necessary for moving the audience. For those who stand on the stage, practice becomes like their bloodflow, from the time they’re children, in order to one day make the flower bloom. There are actors who can never make it bloom at all. However… The flower everyone wants is one you already have.

In India, we have a tradition called “raksha bandhan”. It means “bond of protection” in hindi. Girls tie a thread which is decorated with various little jewels around the wrist of their brothers. So it is basically a bracelet that is supposed to remind your brother to protect you. And it is the sweetest tradition ever.
However, as a kid, I used to tie this bracelet around my own wrist just because I liked the way it looked on my wrist. I found it attractive. People used to laugh at me because of that. They said that this was the most distorted version of raksha bandhan ever. But as I grew up, I realized how powerful that little act of mine was.
This was like a promise to myself to protect myself from the world and its people. And to this day, I continue it.
People still laugh at me but then I am the one who promised to protect myself, didn’t I?
—  Saviour
Taiwanese Horror Game "Detention"

Although the story is fictional, it is based on true history event, the “White Terror”.
(Informations from Wikipedia)

The term “White Terror” in its broadest meaning refers to the entire period from 1947 to 1987. 
Around 140,000 Taiwanese were imprisoned during this period, of which from about 3,000 to 4,000 were executed for their real or perceived opposition to the Kuomintang (KMT, Chinese Nationalist Party) government led by Chiang Kai-shek. 

Most actual prosecutions, though, took place in 1950–1952. Most of those prosecuted were labeled by the Kuomintang as “bandit spies” (匪諜), meaning spies for Chinese communists, and punished as such.

In the game, to avert spirit’s(the lingered) attention, you can offered a bowl of rice to it.
It’s called 腳尾飯 in Taiwanese (ka-wei-pun? I’m not sure), translate into English, it’s called “meal next to the feet”. Because in tradition, we put some dishes for the dead next to their body.
And if you notice, the 腳尾飯 has chopsticks stick up straight into the rice. It’s important, because it’s really offensive to some asians if you put your chopsticks like that during meal time.


During the puzzles, one of them is to collect dice and put them into the bowl.
The reason it suddenly change into teeth, is because if you can’t pay off the debt, some will threat to pull your teeth out.

aaaaannnnnd I think that’s what happened.


I’m really surprised, excited, and absolutely glad that this game has so many little details about the White Terror and Taiwanese history. It’s a huge step of Taiwanese horror game.
Check it out on steam, I hope that you enjoy it, I really did. And maybe get to know more about Taiwanese culture/history.

And I have to apologize again, my English is not good. Sorry.
It’s almost Chinese New Year, so, happy Chinese New Year.

Extreme Yang Spell

In traditional Chinese belief, what we call demons may actually be a manifestation of excessive yin energy. This can be neutralized by applying the opposing force: extremely potent yang energy. The following serve as demon/yin repellents:

  • Firecrackers
  • Mirrors
  • The crowing of a rooster
  • Swords

Reading sacred texts and philosophy books is also believed to send malevolent spirits on their merry way because these create order, in which demons (which crave chaos) cannot thrive.

(from The Element Encyclopedia of 5,000 Spells by Judika Illes)

Education

It is the season for foundational stories, the legends that tie our traditions together and call for celebration.

Yesterday we introduced the children to Star Trek: The Original Series. “The Trouble With Tribbles” was their first episode.

This specific pelt is the traditional coloration for the shiny. If we can even call a shiny traditional! When breeding, there is a 1 in 4,096 chance of hatching a shiny Eevee, though the chance is halved when holding certain item, and quartered when their parents are from different region, giving the gene pool more variation. 

This silver, almost white coat is coveted among trainer and breeders alike because it is the only pokemon with so many chances of color variations, thanks to its broad eeveelution line. 

This specific shiny pelt is The Kanto Gin . Gin is Kanto for “Silver.”


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Dean the Action Hero

aka Dean’s Back Against the Wall

aka ranking the season finales by how many times Dean gets thrown into walls (and other shit)

aka JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT’S A LOT OF CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON

For Week 2 of The Great Meta Scavenger Hunt


Years and years (and years) ago, I realized that Dean gets thrown into walls. A lot. I dubbed this the “Obligatory Dean Wall Slam.” Sam gets choked, and Dean gets tossed. It’s just how the show works.

An alarming percentage of the Dean throws wind up looking like this:

He tends to land either against the wall (or other object) in this position, or he slides to the floor in this position. We shall call this the “traditional” position, because this is the traditional Dean Wall Slam.

But how often does this happen in the season finales, and how severe are the finale throws?

I have put together this HIGHLY SCIENTIFIC scale in order to find out.


Obligatory Dean Wall Slam Scale:

- ACTION: 5 points for the throw itself

- IS IT A WALL: 5 points if it’s an actual wall

- IS IT A TABLE: 3 points if it’s into a table

- POSITION: 5 points if he lands in the traditional semi-fetal position (from our perspective, upper body to the left, lower body to the right)

- DESTRUCTION: 5 points if whatever he’s thrown into breaks

- METHOD: 5 points if he’s thrown telekinetically, and 10 points if he’s thrown physically (or at least appears to have been physically thrown) because a physical throw is a much more rare breed of Dean toss

- LENGTH OF AFTERMATH: 10 points if he stays put after being thrown for longer than 7 seconds

- WHO DUN IT: 15 points if he’s thrown by a family member (current OR future family, possessed or not)

- Additional points awarded on a case by case basis as I see fit because when it comes to Dean getting thrown into shit I am Chuck.

Let’s dive right in, shall we? 

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have you always wanted to read the iliad but don’t know where to start ? have you ever wondered what all the fuss is about but never got to reading it ? have you already read it 7 times and wish to collect all of the available knowledge about it ? are you reading it right now and are very very confused ? this is the guide for you. 

first things first, what is the iliad ? it’s an ancient greek epic poem ! and i don’t mean epic in the modern sense of the term. epic as in “a very long poem that recounts heroic events”. 

who wrote it ? it’s attributed to homer. now this question opens up a bunch of other little questions, the main one being “who the hell is homer and did he really exist”. the short answer is : we have no idea. some people claim he existed and wrote a bunch of poems, some are convinced he never even existed, some think he was real but didn’t write the poems. i’ll spare you all of the theories but what you need to understand is that the tradition claims homer as the author of the books, simply because it’s easier than writing something like this on a book : the iliad, maybe written by homer we’re not sure just yet, brad here thinks he’s a myth but owen over there is pretty fucking convinced he’s the real deal. i’m not sure yet but we’re still looking for proofs so until we figure it out let’s say homer wrote it ok ?

when was it written ? traditionally, the poem is said to have been written at the end of the 8th century b.c. but there’s kind of a problem with that as well. certain details in the poem are more modern than that (but they might have been added by someone else than homer) and some are a bit older. herodotus said homer wrote the iliad around 850 b.c., and some specialists say it was around the 7th century. we’ll figure it out one day.

where was it written ? in what language ? it was written in greece in a weird-ish dialect we like to call homeric greek. it’s mainly ionic greek (which is the same dialect as hesiod, herodotus and hippocrates) with a bunch of other dialects mixed in. 

why is there a mix of dialect ? this is were it gets FUN. in greece, there was this period called the dark ages, from the 12th century to the 9th century, where writing disappeared. people would tell each other stories, but they were strictly oral stories, kinda like campfire stories. and those stories, they were passed on from generation to generation and every time a new person learned it, it was changed a little bit. the stories probably travelled all around greece, which would explain the mix of dialects. the “oral tradition”, as we call it, also explains the slightly odd rhythm of the poem. you see, the iliad was written in the dactylic hexameter, which is a special meter used in epic poetry that kinda replicates the natural rhythm of sentences, which makes it easier to remember the poem ! (there are a bunch of theories that claim homer was actually the first person to put the poem in writing, meaning he didn’t compose the iliad, he just wrote it down)

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anonymous asked:

I read an article this morning claiming we shouldn't call alternative medicine woowoo and be dismissive. That we should be respectful of the ancientness of these traditions. I call bs. I'm disrespectful of much of religion because it's caustic and harmful. And I'm antagonistic to most alternative medicine because it doesn't work and some of it is known to be harmful. Alternative medicine that works is just called medicine.

You know me. I am the enemy of superstition. That said not all traditional medicine is worthless. Just most of it. Traditional herbal remedies do have some value and many of our modern drugs are derivatives of ancient cures. However, homeopathy is worthless. Sympathetic magic is worthless.

Some ancient treatments like acupuncture are a mixed bag. The explanations given about “meridians” and “chi” have no basis in science yet, it does seem to help people. 

Bottom line? If it helps use it but not at the expense of modern scientific medical treatment.  

Sam Winchester is couragous

Marie in “Fan Fiction” calls Sam “brave, sweet, selfless”, those three most defining traits that make up Sam’s very core (although I’d add ‘hopeful’ to that list). But I think the true breadth of Sam’s bravery is something that is rarely talked about enough.  Here I want to talk about all the ways in which Sam is brave, from the very obvious ‘throwing himself into the path of danger’ to the seemingly small acts of courage that let Sam pick himself up and begin again from nothing.

We see Sam display acts of which you might call ‘traditional’ or ‘classic’ bravery time and again, that willingness to risk his own life or injury to protect others.  'Wendigo’ is perhaps my favorite example of this, the way Sam throws his arms out across everyone else, shielding them with his body. They are trapped and there is nowhere else to go, but Sam makes sure that he’ll be there and standing in the way. 

'Swan Song’ takes that thread to it’s logical extreme, Sam allows himself to be possessed by Satan, something that is rooted deep in the heart of Sam’s greatest fears, to be without control or agency over his own body. And he does so in order to save, not just Dean and Bobby and Cas, but everyone. So much in Swan Song must have take incredible bravery. To willingly ingest the substance of his addiction, something that Sam has been lead to be horrified, disgusted and ashamed of.  To stand in front of Lucifer and give his consent to possession, not knowing if he could ever wrestle back that control, knowing that soon his skin would be crawling, his mind trapped and helpless, knowing what Lucifer might force him to do.  And finally, having wrested back that control against all the odds, to stand on the mouth of hell, to look the brother who he loves more than anything in the whole world in the eye, and to fall, to know that this was the end.  Eternity in the worst corner of hell, with the two angry archangels. Can you even imagine the fear and the terror he must have felt in that moment? And he overcame it all.

When called for Sam poses bravery bordering on bravdo.  At the beginning of 'In my Time of Dying’ Sam is trapped in the wreckage of the Impala, barely able to move, with his brother and father unconscious, for all he knew dead.  And he played chicken with a demon.  And won. If he was bluffing, he risked the demon killing him. If he wasn’t he risked the anger of his father and possibly one of his only chances at the revenge for the death of Jess he so greatly desired. But Sam stood firm.

'Heart’ demonstrates how Sam does not take the easy root out.  Dean offered to take on the job of killing Madison in Sam’s place, he could so easily have said yes, but he knew that Madison had asked him and understood what that meant and what it meant to follow through on that promise.  He was lost and broken inside, preparing to kill the woman he loved.  But he pushed through that in order to fulfill Madison’s wishes, probably understanding that whatever fear he felt was probably nothing compared to Madison and that she would need his strength and courage.

Sam’s courage when he takes back his hell memories in 'The Man Who Knew too Much’ is indisputable.  Once again he is offered a way out, to stay forever in his own mind, to go find Jess, to find some kind of peace and happiness before death, rather than to risk damage to himself possibly beyond repair that might tear him apart.  Sam’s reasoning of course is “I’m not leaving my brother alone out there”, he says it with such surety, as if it is the simplest decision, but I don’t think that negates the fact that it must have taken huge amounts of bravery to be able to make that decision in the first place.  Sam will go on to make a similar decision on Dean’s account in 'Repo-Man’ when he risks losing himself to Hallucifer forever in order to rescue Dean.

Some of the most underrated, but hugely important, moments of courage from Sam come in S9.  Sam’s courage is constantly on display throughout the later part of this season.  The conversation Sam has with Dean at the end of 'The Purge’ marks the beginning of this, but he is continuously tested in ways both big and small from this point on. In this conversation Sam does something which has become so counter to him over the course of the last year or so of constant beration and being put down, he stands up to Dean and he tells him that he was wrong. Bare in mind that this is a Sam who was willing to end his life in 'Sacrifice’ because he felt he’d 'let Dean down’, a Sam who has been pushed back and forced to back down so often when he’s tried to stand up to Dean - most notably in the aftermath of the murder of Amy Pond.  And a Sam who, as we have already established, loves his brother so much that he was willing to risk everything to save him.  It takes incredible bravery to stand up to someone you love, especially given the history of Dean reacting, at best with scorn and at worst with violence to Sam not toeing the line.  That he then continues to do this, time and time again throughout the latter half of the season, even in the face of Dean’s increasing tendency to violence and control as the Mark took hold, even then, Sam refused to back down.

Many times is S5 Sam is forced to come face to face with his addiction and time and time again Sam fights it, with all that he has.  I think we talk about the strength that this must have taken a lot, but not the bravery that must also have come this that. 'Free To Be You And Me’ provides us with a startling example of Sam’s courage, not only does he have the strength and courage to say no to the hunters offering him demon blood in the first place, he then conjures up untold reserves in order to hold that blood that they forced into him in his mouth, against every part of his body that must have been screaming at him to swallow.  And on top of all this, he is then brave enough to fight back against his attackers, against people who have shown how far they are willing to go to hurt him and he stands up and fights back and he says NO.

Sam’s life during the time between S7 and S8 is full of seemingly small but incredible acts of courage.  Sam is left at the end of S7 with nothing and with nobody.  It is strongly implied that he may have been suicidal, certainly he was lost and broken, his entire world shattered.  It may have been 'hitting a dog’ that put a halt to Sam’s ceaseless driving, that made him stop and take a moment to breathe.  But that was just a catalyst.  It was Sam who took the steps that would build his life back from the ground up when it could have been so easy, so very easy to keep running.  The scene depicted above is one of the first real steps we get to see on screen, and it seems so simple, Sam taking the job repairing broken things at the motel.  But what that means is, repairing himself, putting down roots, however impermanent they may have felt, making connections to people again and forging a new way of living. None of those things are easy, anyone who has ever felt lost or broken can tell you of the fear that is involved in making yourself feel whole again, the courage it takes to start again from nothing.  Sam continues on with this when he goes to Amelia and tells her about his loss.  For Sam, opening up like that has always been hard, to do so about something so deeply personal, to someone he barely knew, must again have taken real courage on Sam’s part, to let himself be that raw and open, when his life was so new and fragile.

Of course Sam has had to begin again from nothing before, although in the case of his departure to Stanford, by more choice.  That choice of course, to leave behind everything he’d ever known and begin again in a strange place where he knew no-one and had to existing support system must have been terrifying.  Add to that that he was at most 19 and must have known that his decision would be so poorly received by his family, that he risked being shouted at, disowned, disparaged and quite possibly being subject to violence.  To know all that and to still find that bravery in him to follow through on his plans is amazing. Sam had attempted to leave home before, we are told on multiple occasions, at those points he did not have the means to truly escape, he had nowhere to go, no-one to turn to and he was just much, much too young, for a child to attempt to escape their own neglect and abuse takes all the courage in the world.

Sam’s capacity for bravery goes well beyond throwing himself into danger, it permeates every part of his life, this has covered just a fraction of instances of Sam’s courage, but I hope it demonstrates just how far reaching and deep seated that courage truly is.

(via peanutbutterandbananasandwichs)

Pączki Day

So to anyone who hasn’t seen my last name, my family is Polish. In the midwest, we have this wonderful tradition called Fat Tuesday or Pączki Day. It’s like Mardi Gras but with more calories, as we make these fantastic pastries called pączki. The commercial ones are closer to jelly donuts, but the homemade ones are an experiment in how much fat and sugar you can put in a single confection before it immediately induces a heart attack. (I want to say even the commercial ones weigh in at about ~1600 calories a pop.)

The spirit behind the holiday is to use up all of your sugar, fat, and joy to prepare for the Lenten season leading up to Easter. During Lent, Catholics believe you should be starving and unhappy for 40 days, because Jesus died and you should feel bad.

But before that, binge eating!

How to make pączki:

  • half a pound of butter.
  • whip it good.
  • add all of the sugar in your house.
  • get ten egg yolks. not whites. yolks. separate that shit because we don’t even have room for egg whites. give them to some fast food joint that’s trying to be healthy with egg products.
  • add this to your butter / sugar mixture.
  • add a shot of rum.
  • add one shot of rum into the chef.
  • separately, mix warm milk and yeast. add this to your mixture.
  • gradually add six cups of flour.
  • eventually this will turn into dough. let it rise like a revolution.

Here are some pączki rising.

  • Now they’re ready to be fried.

Yes, we need both of these.
  • Mix 1 part lard and 2 parts crisco and fry those suckers in your burning liquid heart attack until golden brown.
  • Now we can add filling, like fruit jam, pudding, or custard.
  • Because there isn’t enough sugar on them yet, you can put powdered sugar or glaze on them.
  • Devour several dozen.
  • Die.

hey guys+just got back from a vacation

oh god I miss out so many things this week but I manage to draw this picture out 

Today is actually Songkran day or what we call วันสงกรานต์ it like Thai’s traditional new years so…. I wish you a happy Thai new year guy<3<3<3 

anonymous asked:

Okay so funny story. My theatre has this tradition where we play a game called "Honey I Love You," and you basically have to say "Honey, I love you," and the other person tried not to smile. Last night we were playing it and this boy who really likes this other girl were playing. The boy went up to the girl and said, "Honey, I love you. Will you go out with me?" And handed her a card with some chocolate and she started crying and said yes and everyone was crying and it was great.

The Role of the Cunning Person in the Sicilian Tradition

We are called by many names, maghi, benedetti, i ma’ari, and behind our backs those who dislike us call us ‘streghe’, but our role does not change. We are healers, counselors, mediators, bringers of justice and protectors of our communities. We are sought out when people loose control over some part of their lives, in order to bring it back into balance they petition our aid and we work our best to heal their afflictions, to find what has been lost, to right wrongs and ensure prosperity. We offer our services free of charge and rely soley on the gratuitous generosity of our clients with gifts of food, livestock or services. We do this because our power, that is, the gifts we utilize to effect change in the lives of others and ourselves, are gifts from “a Maronna” or in Italian “la Madonna”, the Blessed Virgin Mary bestows upon the families she deems worthy the abilities needed to heal and protect. Therefore our services are free of charge, though social convention deems that we are brought some sort of gift, it is not necessary and we usually will not turn anyone away. Our knowledge is passed down to us from our ancestors and in many cases they never stop teaching us.
Most healers have “allies”, spiritual beings, often souls long past on, that communicate with us in order to help those that seek our aid. Often times a state of trance must be achieved in order to do more complex tasks and workings. This state is usually brought on with ease as these healers and their allies maintain strong and constant bonds throughout their lives.
Healers have always been necessary in their communities, and though our numbers have dwindled over the years due to the advent of science and subsequently the rise of atheism, we are still very much alive and passing down these traditions and our knowledge for the good of our neighbor.

S’abbinirica.