#jenx

[baby-boy-stiles]

The Hollows books by Kim Harrison would be such a good TV show, UGH

[skepticaloccultist]

The Thai Occult - Sak Yant

"The Thai Occult - Sak Yant" Peter Jenx & Ajarn Metta

  Despite centuries of cultural exchange there is so little serious attention in the west paid to the magical systems of the east. In particular the area of Southeast Asia, whose rich and diverse cultures spring from a foundation of animism and centuries of imported Hindu and Buddhist doctrine, are abundant in ancient magical practices barely understood by western practitioners.

In this second volume in his groundbreaking Thai Occult series editor and writer Peter Jenx brings us "The Thai Occult - Sak Yant", a detailed description of the current and historic state of magical practice based in Thai tattooing techniques, involving a system of sigils and teacher student lineages that are centuries old.

Through a series of interviews with a selection of Ajarns, lay practitioners of Sak Yant, we are given various historic perspectives on the evolution of the Sak Yant, the Yant symbolism and its attendant ritual practices including ink making, mantra - katas memorization, the making of amulets and talismans, and years of study and practice before the forms of the Yant have been perfected and the student is advanced enough to impart ink into human flesh.

It is an incredible volume, beautifully modern in its design, easy to read and full of high-res colour pictures of tattooing practices, yants, and images of ancient yant grimoires. The final 100 pages of the text are a compendium of images of Sak Yant designs that rival the most elaborate western grimoires.

The binding is a smooth coated paper with debossed designed covers stamped in silver on the front, spine and reverse. The paper is thick high quality nice to the touch in keeping with its overall modern book design. Real stitched signatures and red headbands give it a wonderful feel in the hand while reading.

Given the interconnectedness of the modern world it is only now that serious scholarly attention and field work is being done to explore and document the magical practices of the eastern cultures. Jenx and Metta have done an incredible job in bringing insightful, provocative and yet respectful field research to the public. I am rather excited about the next volume in the series coming out.

In the meantime, whether you are a scholar, magician, tattoo enthusiast, or sigilist get yourself a copy of this groundbreaking and exquisite volume:

"The Thai Occult - Sak Yant" Peter Jenx & Ajarn Metta

[darlingaces]

But seriously, one day Paultin looks around at the kids and realizes that they’re all wearing the same clothes that they came to the house with, and after a moment of contemplation he goes into his savings, takes out some money, and then goes to the kids and tells them that they’re getting new clothes.

And what comes next is a disaster. Paultin comes home, disheveled and tired, and tells one of the others that next time it’s their turn to take the kids shopping because gods above, trying to corral all of them - especially with Simon and Squiddly fighting and Nat trying to act like she’s above getting new things but clearly wanting stuff and Jenx just plain too nervous to speak up - is a nightmare and he’s good for the next decade.

(Jokes on him though, he ends up being the designated supervisor for any shopping trip for the children)

[thepoetsarejust]

kind of can't stop thinking about jenson and alex. so here's a blurb.

It’s not until George points it out that Alex sees how painfully obvious it should’ve all been. It’s no less ridiculous – and Alex’s seen the way James talks about Carlos to the media. And that’s just the half that gets published. 

But when George lays it all out in order, it becomes all too stark: the texts, solid race today, mate, when he did well enough to get more than just a measly single point, amazing, what a masterclass in defending, up there with the McLarens and the Red Bull, after Baku, the champagne he sends to his room that Alex doesn’t dare touch, a heretic taboo. God, the things Jenson sent to Alex’s room: the chocolate box, that one time, to cheer him up after his crash with Carlos in Canada, the cards along the flowers that say, get ‘em next time. The interviews he gives: I want to see Albon win the next championship. Genuine naked belief. Alex had refused to watch that interview.

“It’s a professional thing,” he tells George, even as he feels his argument thinning by the second. “Look, he’s a – senior advisor. He’s got like, a well-meaning vested interest in the team as a – “

George only needs to pull up the lingerie to shut him up. Alex lunges for that offending thing to chuck it away, hopes it lands in some dark lifeless corner to rot forever. The fact that it’s red and lacy and has too many holes in it to cover anything is the last insane thing about it all, it’s that – the idea of him wanting to see Alex in it. Of anyone at all.

Of course the thong isn’t all that’s in the box. George simply picks up the bra, which is barely a bra and more like a connected red elastic in the shape of a triangle, exposing the entirety of his chest when worn and – 

“This could be sent to the wrong room,” Alex says.

Now George chucks it at him. “Mate. Look at me. I’ve been accused of sleeping with my boss. I know the difference between having a higher up being professionally invested in your career and a higher up wanting to just – gobble you up and make you a sugar baby. This behavior is the latter.” As if Alex hasn’t read it over and over, he brandishes the rose-scented card that comes with the box of lingerie, a neat handwriting that just says, For A. 

“A could literally mean anyone,” Alex says, grappling at a poor shoddy excuse. He can’t be a sugar baby, or whatever George thinks Jenson wants him as. He’s almost thirty, he’s lanky and skinny, and not even in the muscle-clad way George is, his hair is shitty and – and – look, he could find so many variations to say he is not delicate and pretty and feminine, like a person wearing lingerie should be.

George leans back, jutting out his chin. He’s got his hand on his hips, a real challenge posed at Alex. “Call him, then,” he says. “Tell him you got his gift. Tell him you liked it.”

Alex laughs, hysterical. “You’re insane. I should just – I should bring this back to the receptionist, tell him I got a stray a package – “

“Alex,” George says, and the air of finality in his voice makes Alex pause, swallow. He already knows what choice he will make before George says his next words. “Call him,” George says, and Alex’s hand is already halfway to his pocket, where his phone sits.

Jenson’s name is on the top of his dial list, after he called the last time to cheer Alex up after Austin. And that alone feels like a revealing fact: even James did not call. No one ever calls, really, in his generation, just texts a meme because sincerity is dead, and Alex presses call next to his name and waits his breath for it to connect. It doesn’t take a ring. Like Alex is on speed dial, like he’s been waiting.

“Hi, Alex,” Jenson says, voice smooth. 

[femmegeorge]

galex u 2 are so weird about these old men

[cellularheaven]

https://twitter.com/teamhendrick/status/1680553978340298752?s=46&t=FLKcwAHs7aplum54J4FqtA

A little Jenson and Alex for you ☺️

wahahaha....thank you anon!!!!!! i love when they interact :')

[cellularheaven]

ok so here my fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37987870

title: hope i get what's comin' to me

it's jenx! it's basically pwp! what if jenson had alex stay at his house in cali after karting in LA and alex was annoying all the time!!

okay the mortifying ordeal of being seen is setting in thank you <3 love you <3

[wwounu]

Me: EXCITED AS HECK FOR THIS AU😍

YESSS LETS BE EXCITED TOGETHER!!!!