the fetters will burst and the wolf run free

Lupe · taurus ··· Lopt · Dionysos · Apollon

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I want to love an imperfect god:

A god who makes mistakes;

A god who knows sins like sisters,

Who made the queer children in his image

And looked upon his work and saw that it was good;

A god of “Judge not less ye be judged, in which case

Rain your tongues upon them like darts

Until your oppressors lie cowering at your feet.”

I want to love a god who stole me fire

And taught me to make a net;

How to put myself before others

And how to throw bricks at police officers.

A god who walks city streets at midnight

In high heels and glitter

To break bread with homeless children.

A god who displaces kings

And ushers in the winter

Once summer leaves him bored.

“Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned,” you say,

And he says, “Ooo, tell me more.”

[abz-j-harding]

Ratmir 

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[pathologising]

can you please leave me alone I need a minute to be diabolical in my room alone

[thereissomethinginthecorn]

[thereissomethinginthecorn]

[memeclassheroes]

[artoriasrex]

Holy SHIT guys,

THAT'S ODIN.

[notyourmothersspellbook]

More folk magic - if you give someone a knife as a gift, also give them a penny, which they should give back to you. This way they are paying for the knife and it won't cut your tie with them. Some knife makers actually include a single penny in the packaging for this reason.

Ooh yes I’ve heard this one a lot. Same with scissors, shears, or anything that severs. 

[breelandwalker]

Husband’s family is very adamant about keeping to this tradition. Blades are a common gift in their circle (lots of LARPers and reenactors), and a silver coin is always traded for the blade, even if it’s just a nickel. If there’s family involved, a certain amount of playful haggling may also take place.

I was brought into this when Ragnar gave me a ritual knife one year for my birthday while we were still dating. It’s a gorgeous piece that he assembled himself, with a malachite pommel and a matching green leather sheath. I had to go on a treasure hunt for it, and then traded him a quarter for it so the bond would remain intact. (Spoiler: It worked. We’ve been married nearly four years. I still have the knife. It lives on my altar bookcase.)

It’s worth noting that I’ve had friends to whom I’ve gifted blades and the ones who didn’t or wouldn’t trade me a coin for it have since fallen out of touch. At our wedding, the groomsmen were gifted cavalry sabers and asked for a dime in return. Only one of them refused. We haven’t seen much of him since.

[thescarlettbitch]

Actual shit I said while cleansing the house:

Mom: *saying a chant that one of our friends recommended, using a feather to gently waft the sage smoke around the rooms*

Me: *waving sage around* get the fuck out of here this ain't no fucking bed and breakfast. Don't you even THINK about attaching to us either because I know a bitch who will send your ass back to wherever you came from.

My sister in law, watching this go down: what the fuck

Me, continuing: if you're a negative bitch get the fuck out. If you're a chill bitch you can stay, neutrals can stay but you're on thin fucking ice.

[the-raven-of-odin]

I've noticed a theme whenever I see artwork of Týr online. He's always a grizzled man with one hand gripping a sword menacingly.

I feel this really misses the point of the God. He's not only the God of War, but also Justice and His name was called upon when someone was wronged.

Týr is known as "The Left-handed God" If we assume that, like the majority of the population, Týr was right-handed before his sacrifice to Fenrir...

That would mean the Left-handed God only has his shield arm left. The God of Justice can only protect. He defends the weak.

[interminomaris]

This Book of Hours, referred to as the Black Hours, is one of a small handful of manuscripts written and illuminated on vellum that is stained or painted black. The result is quite arresting. The solid black background is utilized to great advantage, especially by means of gold highlighting.

The anonymous painter of the Black Hours is an artist whose style depended mainly upon that of Willem Vrelant, one of the dominant illuminators working in Bruges from the late 1450s until his death in 1481.

http://www.themorgan.org/collection/Black-Hours/thumbs

[mun-sal-vache]

The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories, illustrated by Alejandra Acosta

[lovecorekiss]

My favourite epithets Of Dionysus

My favourite Epithets Of Dionysus 

Dionysus is complex, beautiful, and whole-hearted

For he has helped me so,

And as a gift, I shall return 

A paean about the great 

Aspects of Lord Dionysus.

Dionysos Luaios, great liberator. He who frees us from anxiety, he who saves us from our doubts.

Dionysos Sôtêr, the saviour, the one who saves us from our anxiety, he who breaks the cycle of reincarnation.

Dionysos Eubouleus, Of good counsel, the one who can stand my rants, he who listens and cares for my fears and whips away my tears.

Dionysos Enualios, the warlike, the great conquerer - The side of Dionysus who brings me strength in my battles.

Dionysos Ômadios, flesh-eater, the frenzy. The wildness Of blood and wine in the night.

Dionysos Nyktelios, Of the night, as I wish to dance with him under the stars.

Dionysos Pseudanor, effeminate man, for he is beautiful and shining, and helps to rid me of the toxic pollution of my masculinity.

Dionysos Khthonius, Of the underworld, Of who I wish to stay with after death 

Dionysos Ágrios, Of the fields, wild, untamed, savage, the Dionysos I follow in my time of sleep.

Dionysos Phleon, Dionysos of the fruit, who I make juice as libations for.

Dionysos Klironómos, the hier to Zeus, the successor, the king. Dionysos is certainly my king, therefore I celebrate this name.

While I speak of favourite epithets,

I adore all of Dionysus.

So who knows why I seek to write this,

Other than to show love and devotion.

- Adrian Dionysoniketes

[macrolit]

One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters. But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

Charles Baudelaire (b. 9 April 1821)

[fravery]

Mist evening at Shinobazu pond Kasamatsu Shiro

[cy-lindric]

Last session we met a manticore ! Allumette is @matthieudaures ‘s living armor druid.

[starswaterairdirt]

Mila Von Luttich 

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