Its from that meme

a tarot card fic cover art commission of molly and body-haunting-ghost lucien for the fanfiction The Fool and the Soldier by @mareastrorum 👻😈

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

these exchanges and this fiddling about for the collective to appreciate in passing is, to me, true artistic spirit. I don't know what the past was truly like to live, but in my heart i know that humans have always been... like this

In my hallucinations today is Jack Spicer's birthday

REVOLUTIONARY GIRL UTENA 🌹 EP 37: THE ONE TO REVOLUTIONISE THE WORLD

Daily reminder that we do not actually live in a dystopian movie put the apocalypse down and back away slowly. You know when your cleaning a room and you pull everything out of it's draws to sort through it and you're like "what the fuck have I done I'm never going to be able to tidy all of this" I think that's the stage we're at in the world. Thanks to social media we've pulled out all the messed up shit from the cupboards of the world, it was always there but now we can see it and we're going to have to sort it all out we made this mess and we can fix it. Falling to the floor sobbing will not clean a crusty room. A group of people working systematically (preferably with music in the background) will.

motherfucking jesse eisenberg jesus christ fuck dude motherfucking facebook movie bullshit jesus can you fucking believe this shit god damn created facebook then fucking lawyers and shit right fucking winklevoss twins god damn rowing the boat fuck yo shit i cant even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck i just watched this shit fuck jesse eisenberg man motherfucking spiderman spiderman you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking build shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit jesse eisenberg i'm very tired no man i'll just talk about the facebook movie all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit i have to say about the facebook movie fuck dude i just watched it a year and a half ago fuck jesse eisenberg he fucked over spiderman crazy winklevoss twins rowing trent resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented facebook i don't like die i can't think of who the fuck invented facebook all i can think is the guy who played the guy who invented facebook who the fuck invented facebook MARK ZUCKERBERG

The paladin of the group I'm DMing for completed a personal quest last session by rescuing the archfey prince he's devoted to! So I rewarded him with a fancy new weapon! <3

more people would exercise if this culture didn't make it absolute hell

I teach martial arts. we play games with the little kids. they swordfight with noodles and throw foam balls at each other. in the summer, we take them out into the parking lot with water guns. in the winter, we have snowball fights.

the teenagers get swords and staffs and practice knives. we teach them moves from marvel movies that they ask about. they get squirt guns and snowball fights too. we let them goof off and climb the support beams and charge directly at each other in padded suits.

sometimes parents say they miss doing things like that. I tell them, "stay for an adult class. just try it out." we build obstacle courses and let them mess around with training rifles. they chat while sparring. we scream and cheer for them when they're in the middle of a circle. and then we send them out to the parking lot with squirt guns and snowballs.

it's exercise. it's healthy. it's an important life skill. and it's fun as fuck.

I follow a therapist who deals a lot in body dysmorphia/dysphoria and one of the things she says is to change how you think about exercise from "exercise goals" to "how can I move my body in a way that brings me joy?" Hers is learning fun and crazy dance moves. Go play. Find ways to move your body that you ENJOY...the important thing is that you're moving. If that's a fun physical class, great! If that's going for nature walks just to look at plants and trees? cool! If that's learning to kayak so you can find rocks and frogs and little guys? Fun! if that's just goofing around on the playground behind your house or dancing silly in your living room with your cat? Yay!! if YOU feel good doing it, that's important!

This also applies to dieting. Find food that makes you FEEL GOOD. And if you struggle with balance, make it a game. I'm "Vegetable Mom". sometimes my friends send me pictures of the vegetables they're eating and I give them lots of praise and rate their veggies. Why? Because -I- once demanded we eat somewhere with veggies on a road trip. But it makes it fun for my friends and some of them have confessed that I've gotten them to add more veggies to their diet JUST for the fun of sending me pictures of vegetables. But they're ALSO finding veggies they LIKE and preparations they enjoy. Do things that make you feel good and bring you joy. Make it fun. Honestly...everything else will fall into place.

i think everyone needs to adopt "i didnt say it was good, i said i liked it" into their vocabulary right now. it did me wonders

"i want to show my friends the media i enjoy but its not considered good so i wont" is such a bad thought process. i once made my friends watch my favourite childhood movie with me which has a 1% rating on rotten tomatoes and i cackled with glee as they groaned in agony for an hour and a half. but yknow what? thats what friends are for.

At some point in your life, you were taught that being slightly annoying is an unforgivable sin. Maybe it was by your parents or a teacher or a friend or a bully or an older sibling. But someone taught you that being slightly annoying is a crime punishable by death.

You must unlearn this.

You must accept that all people will be annoying at some point or another in their lives, maybe all of their lives, and that this is okay. It is okay for strangers on the bus, it is okay for children in the grocery store, it is okay for people on social media, and it is okay for you.

If you ever want to truly love your fellow humans, if you ever want to truly love yourself, you must have forgiveness for being annoying.

i got the job

Litany against unemployment.

march moodboard

“The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.” — Rumi

Happy MerMay 04

This piece comes to us from an adventure with the ever talented Kindra Nicole back in 2018.

And while not exactly mermaid themed, laying in that space amongst the aquatic creatures of the swamp did feel rather magical.

I hope you're all able to stay warm and cozy on this rainy Saturday. :)

If you're in the need for some kind of magical artifact of magic for your setting, consider Fresnel Lenses which are used in lighthouses:

These things are Alive.

Fun fact:

They used to float (and some still do) on a bed of MERCURY.

It's a means of reducing friction during rotation, and one of the lighthouse keepers' jobs used to be cleaning and straining impurities from the mercury.

So yeah that probably did contribute to erratic behavior more than a few times.

Around the world today, the penumbra of the rising of the first sun of May is lined with onlookers and wellwishers, eyes on the eastern horizon to catch the first glimpse of a new season.

Because in our hearts, this is how summer returns to the northern hemisphere; this sun a baton passed in the annual relay as the south prepares for what winter may bring.

Among our number, where the hilltops flatten enough for people to trust their feet in the gloom, for over a century now morris dancers have set out in the fading dark to dance in the dawn, for the same reason we do anything: because it's what we do. That's all tradition is, after all.

And every year, alongside the bells, a passage from Terry Pratchett's Hogfather rings in my mind.

And so, every year, follow the sound of bells and sticks, the chorus of voices singing Hal And Tow, and you'll find a bunch of knackered weirdos in the middle of nowhere in daft hats and a chill breeze, but proud of what they've done.

After all, we just made the sun rise.

I am one of today's lucky 10,000.

I did not know until this moment that Morris Dancing existed as an irl phenomenon. I thought Pratchett made it up for his books. I was wrong. Apparently Englishmen will really get out of bed in the pitch black, stalk through the night in a costume with bells on, and dance to herald the dawn on the first of May.

Pratchett did not make this up. He didn't have to.

Dear OP, thank you for dancing in the dawn.

Oh it gets weirder! There are different schools of Morris dancer. They have fun.

The Cotswold Morris dancer is usually an old white British man, extremely serious and would be the perfect uncle if you yearned for an uncle. They wear bowler hats with flowers, white clothes and bells on their legs. They do a symmetrical polite dance with a hanky. They are VERY spry, like alarmingly spry and athletic. There is usually an accordion. In addition to the hanky thing, they also carry small rounded sticks like spoon handles, which they gently tap against each other in a pattern (this is called rapping.) Their presence usually evokes the vibe of cricket grounds, mown grass and a speech from the mayor: the genteel English folk tradition whose pagan roots are endorsed enthusiastically by the history-minded vicar. I think the best thing about everything Cotswold dancers are is that they are doing something in public that is likely supposed to be incredibly embarrassing and they are completely immune to that. Because of the purity of their confidence and focus and the courage of their convictions, nobody can object to them or interfere with them or even mock them. If a straight old man wants to wear a flowery hat and strap ribbons and bells to his legs and high-kick in the middle of town, then that’s what men do, fuck off. The cringe factor is utterly dead in these men. The second best thing is that their mathematical focus and hypnotic autistic rizz DO make you think that they are doing something Significant and Important here. Clearly they ARE underpinning the seasons because why else this confident wizard behavior?

The Border Morris dancers are the goth ones, usually wearing some mixture of black, stompy boots, a decorated top hat and a “tatted coat” of colorful dark rags. They used to paint their faces black to disguise themselves, but as this began to collide unpleasantly with blackface and anti-Blackness, the progressive ones now use alternative makeup. Today they might do a black painted eye mask or other gothy looks. Women are more common in this tradition. Their dances often involve rushing at each other in mock battle and thwacking each other in ferocious patterns with sticks. There is whooping and howling and a sense of chaos and usually a Hobby Horse; they are going for a mad max witchy vibe. Clearly these rituals also do something.

You also get fusion ones…

And outliers like the extremely sexy topless young men with knives, who randomly broke out at the wassail this year and did a sexy knife dance with each other before shouting HUP and sprinting off into the dusk. I don’t know if anyone knew who they were, but they were great at it. I’m sure it did the apples a lot of good, and I’d like to study the effect further, please come back and try it again with a control group etc. Secretly hoping OP is one of those

There are morris dancers in a whole lot of places. Some of them may have made the sun come up near you, possibly while putting on a play.