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Academic Rivals AU: After being sorted into Slytherin, Harry learned to put his cunning to use and followed the laws of survival of the fittest. Most people knew not to get in his way, but that Granger girl from Ravenclaw always glared at him when he passed her in the hallways. Little did he know that he had beat her by one point in DADA class and that it would be the start to years long rivalry. 😏
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Hopping on the Vine compilation bandwagon, part 1/?
Oh god, I lost it at the Tim Hortons one.
I never saw the cheating test questions sequel before now and it did not disappoint.
It was a simpler time
This comp is a perfect mix of classics and hilarious ones that somehow I’ve never seen before
when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me
“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness of the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp… I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else–and i will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”
Lemony Snicket The Beatrice Letters
“The Tower must fall. You must surrender it all. Every brick you carefully laid over the years. Through the pain, suffering and the tears. It was built on a past that’s no longer true. It’s holding a place for someone that’s no longer you. What may look like chaos at first glance is actually your second chance. To create the future you want to see, to lay the foundation of who you truly could be”
— Tear down every last wall, the Tower must fall (repost from myself but I feel it was time for it)
Harry: I challenge you to a duel, no wands!
Voldemort: Alright, weapon of choice?
Harry: Compliments!
Voldemort: Oh? Amazing choice, Harry.
Harry: Thank you, I- oh! I see you’ve dueled before!
Harry: I'm pretty sure this is illegal, Tom.
Tom: Uh, I'm pretty sure I'm a criminal, Harry.
Tom: Remember Jimmy Neutron?
Harry: Yeah, but I haven't seen it in years.
Tom: What was the superhero the nerdy kid loved.
Harry: Ultra lord, and his name was Sheen.
Tom: Yes, thank you. When's my birthday?
Harry:
Tom: When's my birthday, Harry?
Harry: Happy b-
Tom: It was yesterday.
I think so much about how female sainthood is essentially raising your head, staring the world into its blind eyes and then saying no.
women refusing touch, food, safety to follow a divine call is a fundamental theme in catholic tradition. women couldn’t choose, and so – they refused. the only weapon they had was deciding not to take part in what the world was asking of them (marriage & childbirth & conversion & acceptance), and these women understood they had to turn their faces the other way. cast their eyes firmly on god. and say, no. you will not have me.
we see it happening over and over throughout millennias –
it’s Jeanne, flashing through the battlefield, first among her soldiers. she’s been hit by an arrow but her mind clear: she’s heard the voices of angels & seen saint Caterina calling her, urging her to take the sword. so she’s cut her hair, and refused the dress, and welcomed the fire at the trial’s end.
it’s saint Caterina herself, a century before, who cut her hair and stopped eating to refuse all prospects of an arranged marriage & motherhood, and also to become a nun. (the one power a woman had over her body – refusal to keep it living)
it’s saint Triduana being harassed by a suitor and choosing blindness if it meant loneliness with herself and her work; liberty and choice coming from detaching yourself from societal expectations.
it’s saint Felicity, her child in her arms, standing up against her father and being incarcerated after he attacked her. and still resisting. admitting to being deadly afraid, but not backing down.
it’s saint Thecla refusing marriage and running away from home to travel & teach the faith, thecla who scorned a powerful suitor who assaulted her and was thrown to the beasts as a punishment.
(but the beasts didn’t touch thecla. the women in the arena started screaming in fear for this young woman from a town in turkey, in front of animals twice her size and ten times fiercer. and the beasts didn’t touch thecla. the lioness and the female bear turned on the other animals and saved her. a woman facing abuse and refusing to allow it to touch her inner core is a woman beloved by god.)
women putting a wall between them and others. you cannot touch me if i don’t want to. and even if you manage to, there’s a secret nucleus inside of me, that eludes you reach. there’s a purity in me you cannot touch.
women taking a stance in a time of fear, in a time of violence, meant death – and female martyrs chose death over and over and over, by fire and beheading and torture, for two millennias of men & society trying to grab them by their necks and forcing them to follow their rules.
in a world that demanded a constant bowing down of their dignity and personal agency, a simple refusal is a crime punishable with death. and the only thing these women could do to create & preserve a sense of self was saying no. and then clasping their hearts around that blinding no and remaining decisive, gentle, unmovable in the monstrous face of brutal force, of mutilation, of distorted societal fear of women choosing their own path.
if death is the next step, then i shall take it. (i am not afraid, i was born for this.)
Blep.
Imagine this
Aizawa and Hizashi take Eri to the mall and she sees a lot of Sailor Moon merch. She instantly falls in love with Sailor moon’s image and now erasermic are stuck in a 48-hours sailor moon marathon. They hate it.
+ she forces her “daddy” and her “older brother” to play as the two cats that appear in the series and they are not allowed to speak, only meow. Bless her.
An AU where everything is the same but Izuku panicked and said that All Might was his father when Shouto asked him during the Sports Festival. It becomes a theme for Toshinori and Izuku to have to act like father and son and they don’t realize that they already come off that way. Izuku and Toshinori, occasionally being aided by Inko, drag it out for longer than they intended to.
Katsuki is the only person who absolutely does not believe Izuku is All Might’s son.
But then in one arc, Izuku just kind of breaks down in front of his classmates and admits that Toshinori isn’t really his father. And Katsuki is the one who speaks up first and it’s a really blunt “No, that’s your dad now” that becomes more aggressive the more Izuku tries to deny it.
Izuku’s classmates don’t care about a biological link and Izuku learns that he shouldn’t care about one, either.
Gloria Anzaldúa, from Borderlands / La Frontera: The New Mestiza
Snake’s mouth:
Its no coencedence that a whole lot of old goddesses are snake goddesses. Also the snake shedding its skin is linked with women shedding their uterine linings.
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Can i get a step by step on how to do this?
So far for me it’s been something like:
1. Become aware of how and when you tearing yourself down.
2. Now that you can catch yourself doing it. Offer counters to the negative self talk. A really useful thing I read was to talk to yourself almost the way you would child. Gentle and patient. Even when they fuck up.
3. Take time to celebrate your small accomplishments. You’ve been attacking yourself for every little mistake. Apply that same fervor to the positive things in your life. Did the dishes even though you didn’t want to? Fuck yeah! Got up and took shower? YES!!! You are taking positive steps to feeling better. Celebrate it.
4. Make lists of things you’re good at/ like about yourself. The first time I did this the only two things in my list we’re that I liked my hair and I had good friends. It was start.
5. Don’t beat yourself up if you screw up steps 1-4. It’s counter productive. When I catch myself calling my self stupid for some mistake or other my response now is,“We don’t talk to ourselves like that anymore. What’s something constructive that could actually help solve the problem.”
Most of the time that seems to work. Not always. But more and more Everytime.
I hope any of that made sense.
oh my goodness there are instructions!!
It is definitely one of the fundamental rules of Classical magic and grimoire tradition that things need to be done to the letter, but that doesn’t mean substitions can’t be made or the tech itself can’t be tinkered with. The tradition is, surprisingly, not strictly a reconstructive one, but a living one which will continue to adapt itself and survive, and has historically evolved with change in cultural environment. With that being said, substitions require specific knowledge of Classical paradigms, and knowledge from experience afa how the tech should work and manifest before actually trying to change anything. You cannot just substitute anything for anything else; you cannot re-center the entire tradition around completely unrelated contemporary modalities; and a significant amount of care towards rigorous psychic development as well as skillcraft and theory of mind toward building the tools of the tradition, are minimum requirements. These are essential for objective functionality in Classical magic.
I addressed a while ago that Classical magic is more than simply following the directions because it is a living tradition–it has been revived, and is culturally intersectional. Once a grasp of the geographical dominion, cultural richness, and multiplicity of techniques is acquired, that is when we are able to really contribute new blood into the body of this tradition. Making one’s own pentacles, using sigils to assist the outcome of an evocation, American folk traditions paired with grimoire magic–this is why the tradition lives even now. If our spiritual ancestors simply followed the directions the practice itself would have died with them. The techniques changed very little but the approaches varied widely and continue to do so. Ibis feathers and natron salt were replaced with hazel wands and blessed chalk. Gold and silver lamens and frankincense were replaced with painted candles and Palo Santo. Always evolving, as cunning and brutal systems, focused on survival and success, do.
Often we talk of following the directions here on Tumblr because people are beginners to grimoire magic and have to cultivate their bearings first; this inevitably means they must start by strictly following the directions to understand why. But don’t be fooled. More advanced practitioners are almost always leaving simply following the directions behind. They are hard at work watering the seeds of today’s tradition, experimentally nourishing it, and excitedly wondering about how its flowers will bloom tomorrow. Just as our spiritual predecessors and magicians before us did centuries ago. Only dead things are weak and inflexible. Do not be fooled by archaic language and dead men with Jacobean collars. This magic is here. It wears the clothes of today. The goetic current is as vicious, as alive, as hungry, as potent as ever. That, I can assure you.
I’ve been looking for a blank journal that has my aesthetic for the longest, and finally decided to make myself one!
I’m so proud of how it came out!!!! I also know now things not to do, but that’ll be for my next one!
Video based on quantum physics. The colored balls are placed together alone by the resonance of the quartz crystals. Each color has a different resonance. In the same way we group the people that vibrate in the same frequency. This is how the universe works.
Ok, that’s just trippy…
This is so cool to watch.
