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[lunariagold-deactivated20230802]

Unicorn and phoenix… realized they work together almost as a yin-yang motif

Unicorn paired with native silver, phoenix with bismuth

[thecollectibles]

Art by pixel cat

[likethewater]

Hi Livejournal Support! This is Evian Russo (formerly known to the internet as Shinko)!Posting this little note to my Tumblr because it's linked via my Livejournal account.

These are some screenshots I took from the only post/comments I could access from my Livejournal.

My best friend left a dozen "anonymous" notes for me and thankfully used my full name in one.

[likethewater]

Hi LiveJournal Support! This is Evian Russo (formerly known to the internet as Shinko)! Posting this little note to my Tumblr because it's linked via my LiveJournal account.

These are some screenshots I took from the only post/comments I could access from my LiveJournal.

My best friend left a dozen "anonymous" notes for me and thankfully used my full name in one.

[thecollectibles]

The full set of the series “Fairy tales by Charles Perrault” by the artist Rork Maiellano

Featured: Sleeping Beauty, Fairy Godmother, Bluebeard, Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood, The Faeries, Donkeyskin. 

(11x17" archival prints available/contact artist at Instagram or Facebook)

[visual-infinity]

The Spark

[peelingmandarins]

all greek gods and heroes either rode dick or were pegged by their alpha wives thanks for coming to my ted talk

[sadgaywerewolf]

Remus Lupin fought alongside Frank and Alice Longbottom in the Order of the Phoenix. He probably knew their fate, how they were tortured into madness and forced to leave their son in the care of his grandmother. 

Lupin probably guessed that Neville’s biggest fear would be similar to what he guessed Harry’s would be- Lord Voldemort, or in Neville’s case the death eater who tortured his parents - and was planning on stepping in before Neville faced the boggart so a bunch of 13 year olds wouldn’t see Bellatrix Lestrange cackling and spitting curses in their classroom. 

But then Severus Snape insults Neville in front of his class, tries to shame a 13 year old boy in front of a new teacher, and Lupin is so angry. Because he had hoped that after 13 years, now they were adults, maybe Snape had gotten over himself a little and realized that he was a teacher and responsible for these kids, but apparently not. Apparently Snape was still the same petty, angry ,bitter child that he’d been in school, except now he’s bullying children half his age instead of yelling slurs at classmates. 

And so Lupin sees the terror in Neville’s face and realizes that, oh my god he fears his potions teacher more than the people responsible for his parents. And Lupin is so indignant and outraged that he KNOWS he has to give this kid some leverage, some way to stand up to his tormentor, and gives that to him. Lupin stands up and tells Neville EXACTLY how to conquer his fear and, moreover, how to do it in front of all his classmates who laughed at him for being scared.

Remus Lupin starting off the school year by letting his students confront their biggest fears, so nothing else they face that year will be as scary. If you can beat your biggest fear, how bad can a test be? Or a big quidditch match? Or being rejected by the girl you ask out? 

Remus Lupin truly, deeply, cared about his students. And Snape got him fired.

[acewolfstar]

FCUK THIS IM SCREAMIGN

[siriuslesss-deactivated20200403]

FUCKING SHIT WHATS THIS MADNESS IM SO HURT

[kunmao]

[theartofanimation]

Hannah Alexander  -  http://neverbirddesigns.tumblr.com  -  https://www.etsy.com/shop/neverbirddesigns  -  http://www.redbubble.com/people/neverbird  -  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChouZJ5VI49OnRAMlYKZCXA  -  https://instagram.com/hannah_alexander24

[johnnybravo20]

Walking Wolf… (by Daniel Parent)

[eriqwiththeq]

[allaboutthebenjamins11-deactiva]

Wise words of joe and silent bob

[13chancess]

push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.

think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

[monsieurenjlolras]

This is all really good advice for dealing with long term depression and anxiety. It’s not gonna magically cure you, but I’ve pushed myself to incorporate a few of these things into my day to day routine and it helps

[gw2collective]

The “Road to $100,000″ Goals: Official GW2 Concept Art Additions

Now that we’ve hit $90k, the final stretch goals for the campaign are here! For every $1k we hit between $91,000 and $100,000, we’ll be adding 1 official concept art piece, for a total of 10 pieces in a section of every Tyrian Tarot Guidebook.

Repeat: If we hit $100,000, there will be a full section of official concept pieces in the guidebook.

All artworks are approved for use and sent to us through @guildwars2 official, so these are real. These are glorious. These are entirely made possible by working together with ArenaNet’s team. 

>> Click here to visit the campaign!

This has been in the works for a bit, and we’re absolutely elated that we’ve come so far. We’ve been hoping we could make this happen, and now it’s up to you. Help us get there! (Also: If we hit all of the concept art goals, we’ll have one more charity donation goal… so let’s do this. :D)

In addition: We’ll be raffling off one more Wheel of Fortune bundle (i.e., a signed edition of the bundle from devs at ArenaNet) with this post. Any note counts as an entry, and the raffle will end once we hit $100,000 (same rules apply as usual - it is an upgrade so you must be pledged for it to apply). (We have two more WoF bundles to give away which will be raffle off in a contest after the campaign is completed for pledged members.) – Good luck!

[lumnch]

My nips: *get really pokey out of nowhere*

Me: what is it girls? what do you see?

[dappermouth]

strange omens gather at the end of the street

[chief-of-project-e]

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

[queer-trans-amazon-deactivated2]

#look#you don’t go in a fairy ring and you don’t fuck with a stone in the middle of a field#these are just facts#nobody does it#fairies will fuck you up#Ireland#folklore#fairies (Via @false-dawn)

[false-dawn]

Look, I don’t believe in God, but I will not disrespect the Good Gentlemen of the Hills. That’s just common sense.

[ohmeursault]

Between this and the Icelanders with their elves I do not understand what is going on above the 50th parallel.

[superindianslug]

My general rule of thumb: you don’t have to believe in everything, but don’t fuck with it, just in case.

[elocinneem-deactivated20160605]

^^^ that part

[dduane]

This is truer than true. Especially the Irish part.

Let me tell you what I know about this after living here for nearly thirty years.

This is a modern European country, the home of hot net startups, of Internet giants and (in some places, some very few places) the fastest broadband on Earth. People here live in this century, HARD.

Yet they get nervous about walking up that one hill close to their home after dark, because, you know… stuff happens there.

I know this because Peter and I live next to One Of Those Hills. There are people in our locality who wouldn’t go up our tiny country road on a dark night for love or money. What they make of us being so close to it for so long without harm coming to us, I have no idea. For all I know, it’s ascribed to us being writers (i.e. sort of bards) or mad folk (also in some kind of positive relationship with the Dangerous Side: don’t forget that the root word of “silly”, which used to be English for “crazy”, is the Old English _saelig_, “holy”…) or otherwise somehow weirdly exempt.

And you know what? I’m never going to ask. Because one does not discuss such things. Lest people from outside get the wrong idea about us, about normal modern Irish people living in normal modern Ireland.

You hear about this in whispers, though, in the pub, late at night, when all the tourists have gone to bed or gone away and no one but the locals are around. That hill. That curve in the road. That cold feeling you get in that one place. There is a deep understanding that there is something here older than us, that doesn’t care about us particularly, that (when we obtrude on it) is as willing to kick us in the slats as to let us pass by unmolested.

So you greet the magpies, singly or otherwise. You let stones in the middle of fields be. You apologize to the hawthorn bush when you’re pruning it. If you see something peculiar that cannot be otherwise explained, you are polite to it and pass onward about your business without further comment. And you don’t go on about it afterwards. Because it’s… unwise. Not that you personally know any examples of people who’ve screwed it up, of course. But you don’t meddle, and you learn when to look the other way, not to see, not to hear. Some things have just been here (for various values of “here” and various values of “been”) a lot longer than you have, and will be here still after you’re gone. That’s the way of it. When you hear the story about the idiots who for a prank chainsawed the centuries-old fairy tree a couple of counties over, you say – if asked by a neighbor – exactly what they’re probably thinking: “Poor fuckers. They’re doomed.” And if asked by anybody else you shake your head and say something anodyne about Kids These Days. (While thinking DOOMED all over again, because there are some particularly self-destructive ways to increase entropy.)

Meanwhile, in Iceland: the county council that carelessly knocked a known elf rock off a hillside when repairing a road has had to go dig the rock up from where it got buried during construction, because that road has had the most impossible damn stuff happen to it since that you ever heard of. Doubtless some nice person (maybe they’ll send out for the Priest of Thor or some such) will come along and do a little propitiatory sacrifice of some kind to the alfar, belatedly begging their pardon for the inconvenience.

They’re building the alfar a new temple, too.

Atlantic islands. Faerie: we haz it.

[pamisleyphd]

The Southwest is like this in some ways. You don’t go traveling along the highways at night with an empty car seat. Because an empty car seat is an invitation. You stick your luggage, your laptop bag, whatever you got in that seat. Else something best left undiscussed and unnamed (because to discuss it by name is to go ‘AY WE’RE TALKING BOUT YA WE’RE HERE AND ALSO IGNORANT OF WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF’ at the top of your damn lungs at them) will jump in to the car, after which you’re gonna have a bad time.

If you’re out in the woods, you keep constant, consistent count of your party and make sure you know everyone well enough that you can ID them by face alone, lest something imitating a person get at you. They like to insert themselves in the party and just observe before they strike. It’s a game to them. In general you don’t fuck with the weird, you ignore the lights in the sky (no, this isn’t a god damn night vale reference, yes I’m serious) and the woods, you lock up at night and you don’t answer the door for love or money. Whatever or whoever’s knocking ain’t your buddy.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

^ So much good advice in this post right here

[weirdo-city]

I live in the south and… you just… don’t go into the woods or fields at night.

Don’t go near big trees in the night

If you live on a farm, don’t look outside the windows at night

I have broken all these rules.

I’ve seen some shit.

If it sounds like your mom, but you didn’t realize your mom is home…. it’s not your mom. Promise.

One walked onto the porch once. Wasn’t fun. But they’re not super keen on guns. Typically bolt when they see one.

You think it’s the neighbor kids.

It’s not the neighbor kids.

Might sound like coyotes but you never really /see/ the coyotes but then wow that one cow was reaaaaaally fucked up this morning. The next night when you hear another one screaming you just turn the tv up a little more. Maybe fire a gun in the air but you don’t go after it. If it is coyotes then it’s probably a pack and you seriously don’t want to fuck with that and if it’s the other thing you seriously REALLY don’t want to fuck with that.

So in the south, especially near the mountains, you just go straight from your car to inside your house, draw your curtains and watch tv.

If you see lights in the fields just fucking leave it alone.

Eyes forward. Don’t be fucking stupid. Mind your own business. Call your neighbors and tell them to bring the cats in. There’s coyotes out. Some of them know. Most of them don’t.

Other than that everything’s a ghost and they died in the civil war. Literally all of everything else is just the civil war. We used to smell old perfume and pipe tobacco in the weeks leading up to the battle anniversaries.

Shit’s wild and I sound fucking crazy but I swear to god it’s true.

[witchy-woman]

Every time this post comes around, it’s my favorite to open up the notes and read the stories. Probably shouldn’t have since I’m sleeping alone tonight, but you know, it’s fine. 😂

[mistresstrevelyan]

Austrian girl here who has lived in Ireland for 5+ years. This shit is LEGIT. I’ve seen it with my own two Catholic eyes. 

Sure, visit during the day. That’s alright as long as you’re respectful. But you couldn’t PAY ME ENOUGH to go there at night. These are also the last places where you wanna start littering. 

[gayantlers]

I grew up in southwest Pennsylvania which is a weird mixture of American cultures and environments. I was in the heavily forested mountains (northern Appalachia) but had lots and lots of corn fields and cow pastures. Like the Smoky Mountains and fields of Kansas combined. And being so cut off from a lot of the world, we had our fair share of ghost stories.

We had ‘witches’ in the mountains (more like ghost-women who will snatch you up by making you wander in a daze around the forest like the Blair Witch before killing you or letting you back out into society but you’re… different). Or devils in springs or abandoned wells (don’t look too long into one or something will follow you). 

But we also had the cornfield demons. I’ve witnessed this many times. You’ll be in the passenger seat looking out the window and see red glowing eyes in the cornfield. No light shining in that direction. Just two red dots a few inches apart faintly glowing in a pitch black cornfield. They’re not the glow of deer eyes in the headlights. More like the embers of a dying fire. Sometimes, as you drive away, you’ll look out the back window or side mirror and you can see the eyes have moved to the edge of the corn field, still watching you. If you bring it up with the driver, they’ll call you paranoid, but grip the wheel a bit tighter and driver a little faster.

I was walking to a friend’s house one night. It was about 20 minutes down a dirt road with forest on one side and a cornfield on the other. I’ve walked past it many times and wasn’t really concerned. My main worry was coming across a skunk or porcupine. I didn’t have a flashlight because the moonlight was bright enough and I knew the walk really well. Then I saw the eyes. I immediately averted mine (because for some reason that’s how to not annoy it) but they kept wandering back. They were still there, watching. I heard rustling and saw the eyes come closer and I took off running. I got to my friends without a scratch, but I was terrified. I mentioned it to my friend and that’s when I found out it was A Thing. Her parents agreed and shared their stories. I brought it up more and almost everyone knew what I was talking about. It was a phenomenon a lot of folks around town experienced but never mentioned. To this day, I don’t linger around poorly light cornfields at night. 

[breelandwalker]

Faeries and Wee Folk and Liminal Spaces, oh myyyy…

I just…yes. This. All of this. And then some.

You don’t have to understand it. You don’t have to believe in it.

But if you know what’s good for you, DON’T FUCK WITH IT.

[themodernsouthernpolytheist]

Seriously, y'all. If we continuously discover non-super/preternatural animals REGULARLY, y'all think there isn’t shit we just don’t know about it can succinctly label? And in somewhere like he US where you’ve got Indigenous as well as immigrant entities? Whew.

[lucifers-cuvette]

Reblogging for THE CORNFIELD DEMONS. 

[witchy-woman]

MY FAVORITE POST IS AROUND AGAIN– Seriously, open up the notes and read these stories!!

[rayshippouuchiha]

I’ve lived in and around rural North Carolina for basically my entire life and let me tell you we’ve got some shit™.

Sometimes you see it in the corn fields by your house or when you’re driving by.  Sometimes it’s a dark shape lingering just behind those trees that you don’t talk about because you get one of two reactions and neither is good.

Sometimes you’ll be outside at night, 2-3 am cause the dog has to pee, because the water’s out, because because because.

There’s something in the woods, that’s why they’re so quiet all of a sudden but you don’t focus on that.  Wow the fog is hanging so low this morning.  Obviously that branch breaking in the distance is just a deer.  Obviously those screams are a fox/raccoon/bird/etc.

You stay in the porch light, you get the dog, and you don’t turn your back on the woods.

Me and a group of guys used to go walking about 3am sometimes on the roads around my house.  We were followed more than once.

It wasn’t a person.  People don’t have four feet.

No, it wasn’t a cat, it was too big.  Too … sharp.  No, it wasn’t a deer or a dog.  No I can’t tell you how I know but I do.  We all did, even then.

Deer and dogs don’t feel like that.  Neither do bobcats.  Neither do bears or anything else you’re thinking of.

One night we were walking down towards the bridge and it came up on us, walked the entire half mile a few yards to the left, just off the road and just in the tree line.  The moon was out and we all had our phones but no matter what we could never get a good glimpse of it.

It was always just shadowed.  Except for the glint of its eyes, the click of its claws.

We kept walking, told each other not to look, don’t make eye contact.  Yes I can hear it breathing too, no I don’t know what that smell is, please don’t try and get closer.

The next time we got together we all realized we’d each dreamed about the thing in the woods that morning when we finally managed to go to sleep.

We stopped going on walks after that.

[soyouthinkmyeyesarefine]

Something about the fairies and Ireland that a lot of foreigners don’t always get - Christians believe too. And not just passively. It’s an active part of daily life and belief for many people.

I was visiting a Iron Age mound (a fairy hill in the old tongue), and I could feel the power coming off the rag tree on its top. You bet your ass I was polite. And you bet your ass that when I saw the two weird trees that looked like a portal next to it were encircled by a fairy ring I left sharpish.

Last week I was visiting the ruins of an abbey and nearly wandered into a fairy ring. I had to grab my English friend and pull her away, cause that was a Place of Power, and I wasn’t getting caught there.

My family, like many in Ireland, are pretty religious. And the stories they could tell about the Gentle Folk would chill your blood. You learn pretty early not to disrespect the Gentry, and never ask for something unless you know what will be taken in return. Even then, it’s best not to.

[likethewater]

Have I ever mentioned how much I love supernatural Tumblr?