in hushed whispers

sarah | she/her | 27 | mom friend | cleric main | just trying to have a good time

[alphauke]

does anybody remember fun. Nobody even remembers fun. anymore, give me a second I— I need to get my story straight my friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she's waiting for me just across the bar my seats been taken by some sun glasses asking bout a scar but I know I gave it to you months ago I know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things the holes in my apologies you know I'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down I'll carry you home

[daggerdoggy]

TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT WE ARE YOUUUUUUNNG SO I SET THE WORLD ON FIIIIIIIRE WE CAN BURN BRIGHTEEEEEER THAN THE SUUUUUUUUUUUN

[wolfchans]

skz mv requests: lee know in cheese for anon ♡

[linolinoing]

♡ favourite minho looks: 6/∞ → Iwakura & Yoshizumi's Program

[linoyes]

leeknow in winter falls m/v making film

[chanrizard]

Neon

[thesoundofmusicblr]

Perhaps they would get further with you by setting their words to music. THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) — dir. Robert Wise

[thelaurenshippen]

watching bridgerton and obviously there were a lot of things wrong with the way socializing has worked in the past, but honestly the idea of a "calling hour" is so appealing. office hours for friendship. you can show up unannounced at my home between 1 and 3pm. you must leave by 3pm. I may give you a pastry. lets bring that back

[luminarai]

Most people will tell you that giving your pets any kind of medication in pill form is an absolute nightmare, meanwhile I have the exact opposite problem.

A friend of mine was watching my cat Mim while I was travelling this weekend and when he went to split her weekly allergy pill (made to split into 4 small pills when you press down on it with a finger) to give her the usual 1/4, he fumbled it and sent it skittering across the floor where my ridiculous pill-loving menace of cat immediately gobbled down the whole thing, leading to me receiving a panicked phone call at 11 pm from said friend who was understandably freaking out (everyone’s fine, a single high dose won’t cause any problems as long as it’s just this once).

Behold: the villain herself, basking in the success of her crime (she’d be planning her next pill-related heist but, as you can see if you look closely, there’s there’s nothing but elevator music behind those eyes)

[3liza]

Bra Fitting Graphics

 

[3liza]

fyi

[3liza]

this post has been up for five hours and has two notes. i think tumblr shitcanned it because it has pictures of women wearing bras on it. very cool. no censorship message, just vanishing it

[boxingcleverrr]

AHHHHHH someone put all the info from the now-extremely-hard-to-read, 10+ year old bra post into one nice infograph! THAT POST WAS MY BOOB BIBLE. Yay Boob New Testament!

[remusfinglupin]

LET’S GO LESBIANSSSSS

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies, Episode 5

[shark-boys]

“Four tickets to Barbie, please.”

[emilylorange]

it is time for some borbs

[andorerso]

Cassian “don’t touch me” Andor vs. Cassian “what is personal space” Andor

[ironic-points-of-light-deactiva]

On a lighter note.

The main reason I ever wanted to write a Hungarian mythology-based urban fantasy is that I needed to see someone do Bread Magic in a mundane modern setting.

Bread Magic shows up in a variety in Hungarian fairytales. It works like this: when someone evil, usually the devil, sometimes a dragon, wants to come into your house and hurt you, usually by taking your children, what you do is put a loaf of bread on the windowsill. It will speak for you.

When evil demands admission, the bread will say: First, they buried me under the ground, and I survived. When I sprouted, they cruelly cut me down with sickles, and I survived. They threshed me with their flails and I survived. They ground me to flour with their millstones and I survived. They put me in a bowl and kneaded me, then they put me in a hot oven to bake me, and I survived. Have you done all these things? Until you do all these things and survive, you have no power here.

This is pretty powerful magic I think, and it makes sense in a country where wheat is the staple crop and bread is the staple food. If you have bread, you are alive, if you have no bread, you are dead, therefore bread is life. It was customary to refer to wheat as “life” well into the twentieth century, and not in high literary circles either: rural seasonal workers negotiated their wages in so and so many sacks of life.

And I totally want someone to do bread magic with a shitty store-bought muffin.

[thedupshadove]

“They filled me full of toxic preservatives, and yet I can still nourish. They left me under harsh florescent lighting, and yet I can still bring comfort. The one who baked me will never see the one who eats mez and yet I can still convey some sense of love, of care.

Until you can have your nature so twisted, yet remember and hold to it still, you have no power here.”

[kyraneko]

Oooh. Damn, that’s Big Magic that could unFall an angel by sheer force of logic.

[ironic-points-of-light-deactiva]

On a lighter note.

The main reason I ever wanted to write a Hungarian mythology-based urban fantasy is that I needed to see someone do Bread Magic in a mundane modern setting.

Bread Magic shows up in a variety in Hungarian fairytales. It works like this: when someone evil, usually the devil, sometimes a dragon, wants to come into your house and hurt you, usually by taking your children, what you do is put a loaf of bread on the windowsill. It will speak for you.

When evil demands admission, the bread will say: First, they buried me under the ground, and I survived. When I sprouted, they cruelly cut me down with sickles, and I survived. They threshed me with their flails and I survived. They ground me to flour with their millstones and I survived. They put me in a bowl and kneaded me, then they put me in a hot oven to bake me, and I survived. Have you done all these things? Until you do all these things and survive, you have no power here.

This is pretty powerful magic I think, and it makes sense in a country where wheat is the staple crop and bread is the staple food. If you have bread, you are alive, if you have no bread, you are dead, therefore bread is life. It was customary to refer to wheat as “life” well into the twentieth century, and not in high literary circles either: rural seasonal workers negotiated their wages in so and so many sacks of life.

And I totally want someone to do bread magic with a shitty store-bought muffin.

[thedupshadove]

“They filled me full of toxic preservatives, and yet I can still nourish. They left me under harsh florescent lighting, and yet I can still bring comfort. The one who baked me will never see the one who eats mez and yet I can still convey some sense of love, of care.

Until you can have your nature so twisted, yet remember and hold to it still, you have no power here.”

[kyraneko]

Oooh. Damn, that’s Big Magic that could unFall an angel by sheer force of logic.

[cryptotheism]

solomonic tomato soup 🤭

(credits to @BluehairCoffee on twitter)

I JUST SAW THIS ON TWITTER

This is so much fun. I love the spirit. I unironically love the solomonic tomato soup array.

[cryptotheism]

ASSIGNMENT FOR MY FELLOW OCCULTISTS:

Recreate the Tomato Soup Sigil in your magical system of choice. Show me the runic soup array. A Tomato Cross. A Tomatvesir.

[ash-witch-hart]

Tomato soup runestone

[phoenixdellaverita]

@thatlittleegyptologist how would this be in hieroglyphs?

[thatlittleegyptologist]

Erm…with a substitution of ‘lettuce’ for ‘potassium’ (we’re pretending it’s spinach) and ‘red fruit’ for ‘tomato’, this is how it’d look:

top: garlic bread left (top to bottom): salt, water right (top to bottom): potassium, tomato bottom: boil, mix thoroughly

The middle symbols are nonsense, but I thought I’d give it the Egyptian look with two eyes, a man preparing dishes, the fire brazier symbol, and a man drinking from a bowl. Left side/top is read left to right, and right side/bottom is read right to left.

[sugurugetos]

LEFT AND RIGHT Seventeen (2020)