Just me :)

[aropride]

please god let chatgpt die out like nfts did. With a fast and graceless fall into irrelevancy

[bladespark]

Like to charge, reblog to cast.

[conservethis]

Casting with all my might

[kosmogrl]

there’s something very beautiful about being able to try again tomorrow

[mintbecrazy]

I have been trying tomorrow for the past 3 years

[kosmogrl]

and you still have tomorrow to try again

[toastnbutter]

"I asked chatGPT" "I asked Grok" Have you tried asking Lady Athena, Goddess of wisdom? I'm sure she'd give you a better answer than AI ever will.

[kosmogrl]

it will pass

[werewolf-transgenderism]

terfs would lose their minds if they were exposed to 2000s-2010s "a girl can do anything a boy can do, including beating them at sports" messaging like why are you all acting like nobody has ever said this and that it's radical to think that women aren't inherently worse at things. open your mind. read some feminist theory. touch some grass. the most basic banal middle-class white woman feminism of the 2010s looks fucking radical and visionary compared to the misogynistic victimization complex y'all are peddling

[candlesoul]

[lilisouless]

WHERE IS SHE?

WHERE DID THEY TOOK HER?

[staffs-secret-blog]

Took her out back and had her shot

[stuckinapril]

i hope that in 2025 u get to take more walks, read more books, connect with more people whom u love and who love u, achieve ur goals (even if ur goals are having no goals and just living in the moment), exercise fun hobbies, move from a place of self-direction, and weave together a beguiling assortment of beautiful little moments. remember that no feeling lasts forever. love u

[malinasmoon]

Being a second generation immigrant is confusing because how could I identify as russian when I have never even visited the country? My mother learned to speak german fluently long before I was born. I do not speak her mother tongue.

But how could I identify as just German? My father is fully german, I've never been close to him. When I think of childhood.. I am watching Nu Pagadi and Mascha and eating Oreschki during Christmas time. My mother is on the phone with my grandma, I do not understand their conversations because they switch between Russian and German. I don't eat the same foods as my classmates. I don't understand their hatred of certain German cities or states. I don't know what the phrases or idioms they repeat mean. I could only tell you ones translated from Russian. I feel like I'm behind on learning to be German, and my father is not teaching me either.

Visiting my grandparents house brings a comfort that I'm longing for anytime I'm away. I cry thinking about my uncle Viktor making Oladji for breakfast, waking up to the comforting smell of apples and fried dough. He died 8 years ago, I haven't eaten Oladji since then.

And when I think of comfort, I am sitting at my grandma's kitchen table eating her Plov or Pelmeni or my grandpa's baked fish. I still don't understand their conversations, they still keep switching back to Russian. My grandparents are struggling with my German, I am struggling with their accents. It feels like home.

If someone asks, I tell them I'm german, but that half my family is Russian. One day my grandparents will be dead, and my mother will have no one left to speak with in her mother tongue. And I will be left to seek comfort in a language i still do not speak. I will be left as just german.

[malinasmoon]

On a happier note, my mother is making Plov tomorrow 😍😍

[markslittleproblems]

Misogyny knew no Iron Curtain.

A few years ago I heard in an report (that I cannot find anywhere) the interview of several Russian young women who stated that Russian society was a “post-feminist” one, meaning that, according to those same women, thanks to the former Communist regime and the apparent equality between workers, between comrades, Russia was now past the feminist fight for equal rights and, even more baffling, that women in Russia used misogynistic conceptions of femininity to their advantage. Men open the door for them? Neat, they have power over them. Men carry heavy things to spare them the inconvenience? Great, who wants to carry things anyway?

I was mad. Firstly because Communism never reduced the gap between men’s and women’s conditions in Russia. Secondly because supposedly taking advantage of being treated like a fragile bird or being shown politeness will never qualify as an empowerment. Thirdly, because from what I see now in my surrounding, Slavic women are far from being the epitome of feminism. At least, not the women of my family.

Given the quasi-mutic nature of my father, I will never know whether his marrying of a Ukrainian woman six years ago was an attempt to reach for his Slavic origins, a Freudian mimesis of the parental couple, or a mere coincidence. I have other theories about the ease with which you can, as a middle-class man, buy a blond wife from those self-proclaimed post-feminist countries, but I shall talk about this later.

I’ve been raised by my mother, a French woman, who spent years urging me to be financially independent, to never bond to a man so strongly that I shall be blinded by some of the things he might do. When I failed my driving exam, she sarcastically told me that I had no other choice but to be driven around by my future husband now. My mother kept on being what I thought was a feminist, yet she kept on bonding to the wrong men and now I’m quarantined with her and my depressed and hypochondriac step-father who tells her every day in the privacy of the whole house that she’s heartless, fat and ugly.

I wish France, like Mother Russia, were a post-feminist country.

Reading Critical theory at university made me aware of the fact that what I despised about women and men around me was despised by other women. It made me aware that heterosexual couples around me reek of internalised misogyny, of symbolic or straightforward violence. For a long-time I fought against my initial instinct to reject feminine figures who were not completely emancipated from the male yolk, because I thought that feminism was exactly that: embracing all types of representation of women, celebrating them. Housewives, cheesy princesses and Audre Lorde alike. Even the quirky French MeToo movement faced the primal cry from those women who like to be “importunées”, bothered, catcalled, harassed, as though their outdated vision of seduction ought to be yet another version of femininity.  

Now I do not care about despising those who could find themselves in other situations than their current one for love. The present state of masculinity does not provide a nice and respectful version of The Straight Couple. Always women are in chains, be it mental workload or domestic violence. Even my mother failed to be the bra-burner I thought she was.

My Ukrainian step-mother and I are two different species. She smacks my hand when I bite my nails, calling me a “psychopath” (her words, not mine); she thinks literature does not serve any purpose and that I should have read Economy instead; she complains about my not wearing any makeup and my “not naturally” dyed hair, because men prefer women like this. I worry because now that she achieved French nationality, she will be able to vote for the far-right at the next presidential election. Most importantly she accepts the daily humiliation my father puts her through. I must admit that she is a great deal stupid on top of being racist, homophobic, islamophobic, and so on and so forth. But I can assure you that he married her exactly because he would have the upper-hand: she did not speak any French before moving in, her diplomas were not recognised in France and there is a natural tendency in her to submit to men. She wants to be taken care of, she does not want to work, she wants shoes and daubs to hang in the living-room.

I imagine that is what those Russian women called a post-feminist attitude; I imagine that making the most of my father’s money in order to have a better life is my step-mother’s take on misogynistic advantages.

I know Slavic women are not all like her, nor like my Polish grandma. I have read Akhmatova’s poetry.

Yet my Russian teacher in high-school was obsessed with Chanel purses and fur coats. She thought I had not understood the exercise when I matched the skirt with the male character and the trousers with the woman on my working sheet. In chemistry class in Saint Petersburg I had a massive fight with a classmate about lesbians. My Russian penpal’s family follows the same model of nurturance any other sexist society does. Russia is not post-feminist at all, period. Misogyny knew no Iron Curtain.

But now that Audre Lorde came into the picture, I can finally articulate the unease I feel when I hear some Russian lady say that using misogynistic patterns to a woman’s advantage is the ultimate proof that Russia is beyond feminism. Now I can just say “the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house”.

I try my hardest to criticise the master’s house – my father’s house as far as my step-mother’s case is concerned. Yet sometimes I find myself in a situation of connivance. Because I laugh at her, because I genuinely think she is stupid and hopeless, I laugh at all her sisters, her equals, her comrades, I “divide and conquer”, like Lorde phrased it. I do not know how to finish this paper other than by saying that education offered me the opportunity to distance myself from those patterns as much as it gave me the opportunity to despise the willing or unwilling participants of such dynamics.

[hungarianmudkip69]

People often ask me, "Where are you from?"

I tell them I'm from my hometown, in Illinois, in the USA.

But the real answer is a little more complicated.

I was born in this town. I've lived here my whole life. But my mother was born and raised in Hungary, an ocean away. I may have been born in America, but I bear a Hungarian name.

I never learned Hungarian. English is the only language I speak. And yet my accent is tinted by my mother's, my heritage shading my words with a language I do not understand. Where am I from, when I speak with the sounds of a language I never learned?

I lap up the bits of knowledge I find about Hungarian history, the bits of culture my mother shares. I feel a deep loss at the fact I do not speak the language; I make steps to learn. I have been to Hungary once, when I was nine years old; I long to visit again, to meet my aunts and cousins from so far away, to explore the place that helped shape me from afar. I feel a connection to this country I've barely been, more than to the country I've lived all my life.

I recently learned that by Hungarian law, because my mother is a Hungarian citizen, I am as well. I would simply need to file some paperwork and I would be officially verified as a citizen of the land of half my blood. Does being Hungarian mean I am from Hungary? Can I be from more than one place? Can I be from a place I've never lived?

America is often touted as a land of immigrants, a melting pot. People don't identify Americans by their surnames, as they might say someone has a German surname, or a French surname. Americans bear surnames from all over the world, regardless of where they were born. "Where are you from?" is not always a simple question. So many of us carry the history of so many places in our selves, in our voices, in our traditions.

But this is not what people want to hear when they ask me where I am from. They are saying, "I have identified you as Other. Tell me what kind of Other you are." They are saying "I do not know your name, I do not know your voice. You are not like me."

How do I know this?

Because when I say I am from my hometown - when I tell them I am from the place I was born, the place I have always lived - there is a second question.

"But where are you really from?"

[malinasmoon]

Being a second generation immigrant is confusing because how could I identify as russian when I have never even visited the country? My mother learned to speak german fluently long before I was born. I do not speak her mother tongue.

But how could I identify as just German? My father is fully german, I've never been close to him. When I think of childhood.. I am watching Nu Pagadi and Mascha and eating Oreschki during Christmas time. My mother is on the phone with my grandma, I do not understand their conversations because they switch between Russian and German. I don't eat the same foods as my classmates. I don't understand their hatred of certain German cities or states. I don't know what the phrases or idioms they repeat mean. I could only tell you ones translated from Russian. I feel like I'm behind on learning to be German, and my father is not teaching me either.

Visiting my grandparents house brings a comfort that I'm longing for anytime I'm away. I cry thinking about my uncle Viktor making Oladji for breakfast, waking up to the comforting smell of apples and fried dough. He died 8 years ago, I haven't eaten Oladji since then.

And when I think of comfort, I am sitting at my grandma's kitchen table eating her Plov or Pelmeni or my grandpa's baked fish. I still don't understand their conversations, they still keep switching back to Russian. My grandparents are struggling with my German, I am struggling with their accents. It feels like home.

If someone asks, I tell them I'm german, but that half my family is Russian. One day my grandparents will be dead, and my mother will have no one left to speak with in her mother tongue. And I will be left to seek comfort in a language i still do not speak. I will be left as just german.

[punksalmon]

it's a good thing dreams last less than memories

[love-laugh-daydreamarevolt]

OP I'M GOING TO SOB

[catboybiologist]

Stockpile HRT now.

[lesbiantestsubject]

To my brothers on T I know this is gonna be harder for you so please listen up:

First, if your doctor is open to it, ask for the 2000mg/10ml vial, you'll need to be careful to keep it clean and free of contamination from the stopper, but the expiration dates will typically be a year plus. Please specify the 10ml vial and not a three month supply, the difference is minimal but important.

Next, have it sent to a busy, understaffed CVS (most of them are busy and understaffed). If your insurance doesn't cover CVS use GoodRx, at time of writing it should be about $50. Our system by default makes us mark the 10ml vial as a 28 day supply regardless of the dosage because we cannot guarantee a beyond use date beyond that (as I said, non-zero chance of contamination, use a 90 degree angle and a alcohol pad every time and you'll be fine). Only the most stickler of pharmacists or technicians are going to bother changing it - if they even know the system workaround to bypass it.

Then, come to refill it the next month. If they marked the first fill as 28 day supply (you can see on your label in the lower right near the price) it will process without any red flags in the system and will again will likely slip by all but the most stickler of pharmacists and techs. If they marked it as something longer just explain that your doctor told you to discard the vial after 28 days per USP guidelines and so you were a good boy and already threw it out, this should work against all but the biggest douchebag of a pharmacist. If that fails and your doctor is cooperative, have them call the pharmacy and authorize an early fill - if that doesn't work try another pharmacy.

If all goes well you'll probably be able to fill two to three vials in a row before anyone starts to question things.

I cannot speak for other pharmacies, but in general retail pharmacy is kind of a shit show right now so a busy store in another chain is also probably going to just go by USP even if their instincts or morals tell them to be jerks about it.

If anyone has any questions or if you need advice on a situation I didn't cover please DM me anytime, or hell send me an anon ask if you're shy. If anyone's insurance requires a non-CVS pharmacy and you can't afford the $50 let me know and I can find a tech at another pharmacy to see if they have any advice that would be relevant to their chain.

To my transfemme sisters, you've got it a little easier. Have your doc send your meds with a 12 month supply to a pharmacy you don't typically use, use GoodRx if you have to, none of the usual drugs in a transfemmes HRT regiment should be extremely expensive. Tell them you're going out of the country in a week or two and would like to purchase the entire year's supply at once. A year's supply of 2mg estradiol tabs taken four times daily (the max dose I've ever seen) is $75 on GoodRx at CVS right now. They'll probably need to order more tabs in but again only the biggest stickers are gonna question it. (You can also send to your usual pharmacy if you don't take any other meds, but I recommend not returning for at least a year just to be on the safe side. It's not illegal, but again you could run into some stickler pharmacist who calls your bluff and refuses further fills or tattles to your doctor or something.)

Again, please please please don't hesitate to send me DMs or asks if you have any questions or need specific advice.

[lesbiantestsubject]

Boosting this very good advice.

[femenemenism]

men invented god because they cannot stand that women create life

[dionysianivy]

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧

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What is Samhain?

Samhain, celebrated from October 31st to November 1st in the Northern Hemisphere and from April 30th to May 1st in the Southern Hemisphere, is a sacred time when the veil between worlds is at its thinnest. During this festival, the boundaries between realms dissolve, allowing the unseen to come forward. It’s a time to honor our ancestors and offer them hospitality as we transition into the darker half of the year. While it marks the end of the old year, Samhain also heralds the beginning of a new one, reminding us that death is always followed by rebirth, making this festival a powerful moment of transformation.

It is pronounced "Sow-en," which means "summer's end" and aligns with Halloween in the Northern Hemisphere. Samhain marks the time when the Earth enters a period of rest, the days shorten, and winter begins its slow arrival. During this time, the air becomes crisper, the nights grow longer, and the warmth of summer fades, symbolizing the end of one cycle and the start of another.

Samhain holds deep significance as it is a time to remember and honor those we have lost. The thinning of the veil allows for a stronger connection with ancestors, spirits, and otherworldly beings. While it’s a time to venerate these spirits and fair folk, who are particularly active during this liminal period, it’s also essential to protect oneself from any harmful entities that may cross through.

A key aspect of Samhain is honoring and respecting the dead. One simple yet meaningful tradition is to set an extra place at the table for any spirit or ancestor, offering them a meal. Many witches also visit cemeteries to pay respects, not only to their own ancestors but also to those forgotten by time, ensuring no spirit is left without recognition.

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Morrigan x Dagda and Samhain

According to legend, the Irish deities the Dagda and the Morrigan consummate their relationship today to ensure the fertility of land, people, and animals for the year to come. The Dagda, “the good god,” is the tribal father god; the Morrigan, “the phantom queen,” is often described as a “battle goddess,” although that only hints at her powers. She begins the Great Rite in the form of an old hag but is rejuvenated by the union, regaining her youth and beauty. On the eve of Samhain, the Dagda, god of strength and fertility, meets the Morrigan, goddess of war and fate, at the River Unius. As he prepares for battle against the Fomorians, ancient enemies of the Tuatha Dé Danann, he encounters the Morrigan bathing in the river. They make love, a symbolic act representing the union of the land (the Morrigan) with its protector (the Dagda). In return, the Morrigan promises to aid the Tuatha Dé Danann, using her powers of prophecy and battle to help them secure victory. Her role as a goddess of fate is essential, shaping the outcome of the war and the future of the land.

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Magic Correspondences:

Planets: Pluto, Saturn

Season: Autumn

Element: Water

Time of Day: Midnight

Tarot: The Death, The Devil, The Magician

Colors: Black, Orange, Gold, Silver, Red, Yellow, Purple

Herbs: Rosemary, Mugwort, Sage, Patchouli, Frankincense, Calendula, Garlic, Bay, Apple Leaf

Fruits: Pomegranate, Apple, Pear, Grapes, Hazelnuts

Vegetables: Pumpkin, Squash, Carrot, Potato, Turnip

Runes: Eihwaz, Jera, Othala

Crystals: Obsidian, Onyx, Carnelian, Cat’s Eye, Labradorite, Smokey Quartz, Black Tourmaline, Granite, Amber

Trees: Birch, Rowan, Hawthorn

Goddesses: Hecate, Banba, Cerridwen, Macha, Badb, Persephone, Cailleach Bheur, Kali, Bastet, Nephthys, Durga, Arianrhod, Baba Yaga

Gods: Hades, Loki, The Dagda, Cernunnos, Osiris, Anubis, Belenus, Arawn

Dragon: Grael

Flowers: Yarrow, Hawthorn, Marigold, Chrysanthemum, Blackthorn

Animals: Spider, Owl, Bat, Cat, Wolf, Dog, Rat, Snake, Raven, Cow

Magical powers: Transformation, Death, Life Cycles, Honoring the Dead, New Beginnings, Spirit Communication, Witchcraft, Faery Magick, Mirror Spells, Reincarnation, Astral Projection, Balance, Wisdom

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Activities to do:

👻 Honor your ancestors

👻 Connect with your loved ones that have passed away. Give them offerings, talk to them, and remember the happy moments

👻 Watch your favorite spooky movies

👻 Clean your altar (if you have one)

👻 Carve a pumpkin with symbols of what you want to attract (heart = love, water drops = healing)

👻 Talk with spirits through tarot cards, runes, or a pendulum

👻 Connect with your magick and your craft

👻 Honor and connect with your deities, leave them some offerings as it's an important celebration for everyone

👻 Light candles around your house

👻 Write wishes and place them on your jack-o'-lanterns

👻 Eat Samhain food or any food that makes you feel close to this sabbat

👻 Do guided meditations

👻 Make a special recipe and add some intentions

👻 Do some spells! October, especially Samhain, is the most magickal time!

👻 Leave some milk outside for Cat Síth!

👻 Honor the dead and respect life :D

👻 Write your wishes on bay leaves and burn them

👻 Honor the forgotten dead, those who don't have anyone to remember them, and light a candle for them

👻 Cleanse yourself and your house

👻 If you feel comfortable, visit a cemetery

👻 Eat lots of candy

👻 Light a Bonfire

👻 Eat apples (you can also use them as offerings)

👻 Take a walk in nature and appreciate the beauty of autumn

👻 Wear colors associated with Samhain, especially black

👻 Do candle magick

👻 Collect autumn leaves and place them in your house

👻 Use pumpkin seeds for spells—they're great for prosperity, abundance, or even love

👻 Put up photos of your loved ones who have passed, leave them food, and light candles

👻 Place figurines around your home with cats, crows, pumpkins or other Samhain symbols

👻 Throw a Samhain/Halloween feast with the people you love

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Food and drinks:

Meat – pork, especially (it’s completely okay if you don’t want to consume it), pumpkin – anything with pumpkin like pumpkin pie, seeds, bread, soup, corn – sweetcorn, popcorn, cornbread, apples – apple cake, apple pie, apple juice, apple cider, spiced wine, cider, mulled wine, honey, potatoes, roasted vegetables, stew, biscuits, salads made with veggies from your garden, recipes loved by your ancestors, pomegranates, squash

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useful sources: Wicca: A Modern Guide To Witchcraft & Magick; Encyclopedia of Witchcraft: The Complete A-Z for the Entire Magical World by Judika Illes

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[malinasmoon]

I lowkey want to start doing deity work but can't choose which deity and I'm kinda scared ngl😔