the opposite of âwe die like menâ is âwe survive like womenâ
no fatalism we persist like women
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the opposite of âwe die like menâ is âwe survive like womenâ
no fatalism we persist like women
While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.
You silently take two more slices of bread out of the package and make another sandwich. You put it on a plate with a handful of potato chips and hand it to the demon. He takes the sandwich, smiles and vanishes in a puff of demonic smoke. The next day you get that job promotion you were after. There was no contract. No words spoken. You owe nothing. But every now and then, another demon pops in for lunch. Demons donât often get homemade sandwiches.Â
Can I keep this going? Iâm going to keep this going.
It would be a little annoying, if they werenât so nice about it. You donât know what you expected demons to be like, but you certainly didnât expect them to be nice about it. Thereâs no demands, no voices like wailing babies, no blood on the walls (well, there was that one time, but Balthazak was very apologetic about the whole thing and cleaned it up right quick). Just the occasional demon stopping by for lunch. In fact, you could almost forget that they werenât just ordinary people, the way they act. Nice people, too.Â
You start talking with them, as time goes on. In the beginning you carefully pick your words so they couldnât be spun to even imply a contract or reference a soul, but when they seem politely eager to have a normal chat, your words become a bit looser. You even begin gossiping with them - turns out, demons have breakroom gossip just like anyone else. You listened to Rekâththththtyrâs account of Drokyarixâs torrid affair with Irkilliz, and Ferkiyan didnât even know what Drory was doing behind his back, poor dear, and you kept quiet and let Ferkiyan cry on your shoulder after Drokyarix finally broke up with him (the shirt was a bit of a loss, demon tears are ruinous to cloth, but Ferkiyanâs a good sort and you couldnât just turn him away). You even managed to talk him down from going and starting a fight with Irkiliz, who didnât even know that Drokyarix was in a relationship, and who was almost as horrified as Rekâththththtyr.Â
After that event in particular, you start to get a sort of a reputation as a place where a demon can come to relax, talk, and - of course - get a sandwich. Your sandwich-making skills have really improved since this whole thing began. Your luck seems to have improved too - youâre not sure if you can attribute the whole thing to the sandwiches and the reputation, but you donât really want to know anyway.Â
One day, thereâs a bright flash of light from your living room. Nothing unusual in itself - most of the younger demons havenât quite got the style of their elders, and usually just go for a materialization in a flash of hellfire over your fireplace - except that itâs white instead of the usual red. You look up, and who do you see but an angel looking at you with a spear in his hand. Shrugging, you tell him to sit down and youâll have a sandwich for him shortly, and meanwhile he can just tell you all about whatâs on his mind. This clearly is not at all what he was expecting, but after a momentâs thought, he decides to take you up on your offer and starts talking. Apparently, heâd been dispatched to take care of some demon summoner in the neighborhood, and while heâd evidently got the wrong house the right one shouldnât be hard to find - have you seen anyone practicing satanic rituals nearby? You laugh, a little, and tell him that you donât really summon them, they just come on their own. They do like their sandwiches, and theyâre quite nice folk.Â
The angelâs jaw drops, and you remind him to chew with his mouth closed.Â
Kikiâs Delivery Service (1989)
people who complain about dinosaurs ânot being scary anymoreâ because its been discovered they have feathers and are closely related to/ancestors of birds are so bizarre like
its not about how scary they are, they are/were real life animals and what matters is learning more about them, not how well they fit into your science fiction horror film lol
can you imagine a 13 foot chicken running at you with full intent to eat you??? thats fucking terrifying holy shit
peacocks are synonymous with vain, frivolous beauty and they will attack cars. they will attack you while you try to get to your car. theyâre like six feet of useless feathers and they will destroy you. imagine if they were carnivorous and had functional spurs.Â
a t-rex could look like a gay disco ball and i guarantee that you would fucking book it if it had a problem with you
listen
listen
have you ever met a swan
if anything the birdier they get the scarier they are
Australia literally fought a war against giant birds AND FUCKING LOST
@kidwithheadphones
Overheard in the student lounge:
âOh man, I canât deal with birds âcause theyâre dinosaurs and sometimes itâs like they get this glint in their eyes and they remember.â
âHave you ever interacted with a goose? âCause those things are dicks.â
If chickens were still the size of a T-Rex weâd all be dead. No question.
Feathered creatures that give some serious lie to the idea that feathered dinosaurs ainât scary:
This is a bearded vulture, or lammergeier. Itâs four feet long and has a nine foot wingspan and it eats bones.
This is a shoebill stork. It dropped the duck without biting down shortly after the picture was taken, but if it had decided not to-
⌠it could have been the end of the road for that duck.
This is the last thing a fish sees before a macaroni penguin eats it.
This is a secretary bird in the act of demonstrating to Lord Voldemort that he came to the wrong neighborhood, ese.
This is a goose.
This is a vulture.
This is a cassowary on the attack.Â
Be glad I couldnât find the actual gif of a pelican swallowing a fish, because itâs freakinâ Lovecraftian in its HEADS SHOULD NOT BEND THAT WAY factor. Youâll have to settle for the idea of a feathered dinosaur suddenly going GLORP and devouring its victims whole just like this lady here.
Steven Spielberg didnât create these. These are the feet of an emu.
And this is what happens when a swan (this one is named Asboy; his father was Mr. Asbo, the first swan in the UK to get named after an anti-social behavior order in âhonorâ of his tendency to attack boaters) decides it doesnât like you. I should probably note that this one attacked a cow.
Respect the feathered dinosaur, yo.
Terrifying. The last two illustrate why you did not fuck around with the Children of Lir.
I suspected that a dinosaur could have been feathered after I heard that a T-Rex is the chickensâ ancestor.
For those who think dinos arenât cool because theyâre featheredâŚwhatever, mutherfuckers.  Evolution doesnât give two shits what you think is cool or not.
You showed a cassowary on the attack, but forgot to show what exactly itâs attacking with. Their feet are nearly identical to the Emuâs, except for one minor, teeny tiny detail: A five-inch claw for killing motherfuckers, raptor-style.
This is like the âfuck birds master postâ and I love it because Honestly, Fuck. Birds.
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GaelPol Glossary
Spear of Lugh
Noun - One of the four Treasures of the Tuatha DĂŠ Danann. No battle was ever won against it, or against the one who held it in his hand.
[Image:Conjuration of Lugh, by AndrĂŠ Solo]
Interesting why all divine invincible spears look similar: Setâs lance Skandaâs Vel âŚ
cant believe a bunch of english kids go through a fuckin cupboard and find a magical kingdom full of wonder and they go âyeah weâre the royal family nowâ
typical english behaviour
I think whatâs more creepily imperialistic is the reaction of everyone in Narnia to the Pevensies.
Like, the Pevensies end up the royal family in large part because everyoneâs like âit has been prophesied that you will come and rule us and everything will be great!â and, well, in-universe I canât really fault them on that; if I were a young teen or pre-teen in a completely foreign country, I too would probably just go along with whatever seem to make people friendly to me.
But the reaction of the Narnians, in almost ubiquitously welcoming these foreigners as obviously destined to rule them even though they know nothing of the country and the culture⌠now that is some creepily imperialist writing.
This is the only good reblog of this post in itâs entire 3 year hellscape existence
if four foreign kids popped out of a magic box and deposed trump by the express wishes of godâs fursona, iâd crown âem. this winter already fuckin feels like itâs lasted 100 years.Â
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Trans people arise in every human population in every period of history. We are part of the human condition. Sometimes the environment becomes accepting and more of us reveal ourselves. That is what is happening now.
We are legion. We are a wave. We are an upswell. We are an earthquake. Whether or not we want to be, we are here to shake your world till the comfortable lies you tell yourselves about sex and gender fall out.
We are not going away. We are standing up. We are raising our fists and voices.
The bigots should be scared, because we aren't backing down. The bigots should be afraid because we're going to take what is ours from their pallid, gellid, slimy fingers. The bigots should be afraid because in every society we ARE the least, the most hated, the most reviled, and we are finally fighting to have our dawn.
We are a storm. We are a tsunami. We are a giant, wild, ragtag army of natural born resistors. None of us are alone.
Be afraid, bigots. Be very afraid. We are here to end your world.
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The kingdom doesnât actually need a âroyal flycatcherâ and never had such a position but nobody has the heart to tell him
I think the take home message here is that itâs important to dress for the job you want
if i reblog a terf, its an accident and i want to know so i can delete the post
for cis people who may not know what to look for, check for these things in someoneâs bio:
gender critical
radfem (although not always a 100% qualifier, it usually does lead to trans exclusionary discourse)
âDetransitioned femaleâ
A huge obsession with genitals, including reducing other cis women to their vaginas
If they have âTERFâ anywhere in their bio or their blog and it isnât ironic, be cautious
Saying things like âTERF is a slur!â
If they have a lot of content where they call trans women âdysphoric menâ or âmale to trans,â get outta there
If they keep pushing the narrative that âTERFâ is synonymous with âlesbianâ (itâs not), or that trans women are trying to force cis women to have sex with them (weâre not)
âNatal Womenâ
And thatâs just what I can think of off the top of my head from all of my numerous experiences with these people
maenads in ancient literature: wild unbound hair, crowned in snakes, frenzied, rip animals and people apart with bare hands maenads in neoclassical paintings: immaculately coiffed, soft gaze, vulnerable pose, holding a thyrsus with languid hands
they trap you with the soft looks before they pounceÂ
i like this explanation, maenads are actually cats
âEver since the Augustan Age, Roman writers, following of course, the Greek tradition, like to name the lynx as a beast of Dionysus. This animal had been native to Greece from a very early time and is still found there today. The panther or leopard, and the lynx (the tiger, too, is added in the references out of Roman literature) have that very thing in common which justifies comparing them in more than one respect with the nature and actions of the maenads. This makes itself felt the most in the panther, which was, after all, the most loyal attendant of the god. Of all the cats devoted to Dionysus, it was not only the most graceful and fascinating but also the most savage and bloodthirsty. The lightning-fast agility and perfect elegance of its movements, whose purpose is murder, exhibit the same union of beauty and fatal danger found in the mad women who accompany Dionysus. Their savagery, too, fascinates those who watch them, and yet it is the eruption of the dreadful impulse to pounce on the prey, tear it into pieces, and devour its flesh raw. We are told that the leopard and the lynx are the most murderous of all the larger beasts of prey. Many more victims must bleed to death under their teeth than would be needed for their sustenance. And when one hears that a female leopard which is suckling her young is the bloodthirstiest of all the carnivores, one cannot help thinking of the maenads who were also nursing mothers.â
- Walter F. Otto, Dionysus: Myth and Cult.
flock together, love each other
âMalignant spirits, begone.â
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when your cishet relative talks about your âfuture husbandâ
when your cishet relatives talk about âthe gaysâ
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Does everyone know that you canât do anything about how youâre family thinks? The holidays are the worst for bringing all of this stuff into the open. Itâs not because youâre parents are cis. Itâs because theyâre a different generation. Your children will feel the same regardless of how progressive you are. If you donât like it, leave. You arenât a hostage.
when a cishet comments on your post
do gays only ever talk about being gay?? like in my family no one asks about âfuture husbandsâ or âthe gaysâ or any specifically heteronormative thing. we talk about everyday life and things people do: jobs, family, friends, kids. none of these things are exclusive to just straight people. you make it seem like people just go arounds asking about your sex life when honestly no one fucking cares. oh and if you havent come out to your family yet, why is it wrong to ask if you have a âboyfriendâ or whatever? they are taking an interest in your life and want you to be happy but you make it seem like a bad thing but you are the one who hasnt informed them of what makes you happy.
when the cishets keep leaving their stupid unnecessary comments on your posts
âeveryday life and things people do: jobs, family, friends, kidsâ this just in, the gays donât experience everyday life
also âyou are the one who hasnt informed them of what makes you happyâ
yikes, thanks for guilt-tripping me like its my fault that i havent come out to my homophobic parents and family yet
Well, to be fair, that IS on you. Like your parents have probably told you at some point, they canât read your minds.
People are actually more accepting of homosexuality as a whole in this day and age than you might think. If you told them, they may or may not like it, but that doesnât mean theyâll stop loving and supporting you.
You just gotta take that chance.
when the cishets think they know more about homophobia than you do
Oh, the Straightsâ˘
This post just keeps going and going
Merbaby is ready to explore the world.
Omg beautiful.