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I wanted to make a dungeon meshi fanart for a while, and man, I love Falin, so here we go
I hope you like it :)
Falin, Oil on paper and digital
Senshi Dunmeshi 🤝 Samwise LOTR Cooking meals for loved ones
I recently started watching Dungeon Meshi and somehow came up with this crossover and I just had to draw it haha
Reposting this again because lotr+dunmeshi is epic
weaponizing autism to get the loser pretty boy away from your crush
OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD
Anyway if this post reaches 30000 notes I'll sit down and professionally film a Goncharov movie scene you can send to people who claim it's not real. This is completely serious, I've made movies before and I'm willing to do it for the memes.
Childhood Halloween Movies → The Halloween Tree (1993)
It was a small town, by a small river, by a small lake, in a northern part of a Midwest state. There wasn’t so much wilderness around that you couldn’t see the town. On the other hand there wasn’t so much town around that you couldn’t see and feel and touch the wilderness. The town was full of fences to walk on and sidewalks to skate on, and the muted cries and laughter of boys and girls full of costume dreams and spirits, preparing for the greatest night of the year. Better than Easter, better than Christmas, Halloween.
When I was 3, and staying with my uncle somewhere in Oregon, I watched this movie on tv once and i had dreams about it for years after but for a long time i couldn't find it and thought it was in my imagination specially since the entire plot revolves around a kid dying from some illness and his friends trying to prevent his soul from escaping the mortal plane. Three scenes made such an impact in my underdeveloped brain that I keep dreaming about them to this day:
First, there was time travel in this movie. So, at some point the get to Notre Dame but its before its complete. So they chase their friend's soul into the top and then into the air, and have to trust this insane old inmortal vampire man to not let them fall to their deaths.
Second, is this part where they go to Mexico during Day of the Death and i still rememver that because it was I think the first time I saw anything related to México in American tv which was just nice.
And the third part. The third scene. Root of my obsession with tragedy, and betrayal and cool stuff like that. Was when the kids catch up to their ghost friend, and, one of them just. Confesses to having wished for him to disappear so he could be the popular friend. Confesses to him his jealousy for the way this one kid just seems to have a magenetism and a drive to him that makes other's look at him and not to his friend. To this kid, who is in the doorway between life and death, who is scared and lonely. And his friend just goes spilling out the terrible guilt and horror of a kid, realizing he might as well have desired for this to happen. It still makes me choke sometimes. Betrayals and treachery from friends hurts as an adult. But as a kid? I could weep. And then, he forgives him. Because he is that great. So, to save his soul, every single kid sells a piece of their soul, to bairgain for their friend's life back.
I have a lot more to say about this movie but i won't put it here.
Alright. If this post gets 10k notes, I'm gonna read the entirety of homestuck.
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This tag made me realize I might have to actually read homestuck. Actually it's fine this will never get 10k notes it's fine it's fine it's fine its f
A DAY??????? nonononono I'm gonna win. I'm gonna fucking win. Everyone's gonna forget this post. It's gonna die with less than 1k. Mark my words.
The teyollia is the spirit that dwells within our heart, filling it with movement and feelings. It runs through our body in the form of blood. In our teyollia, our memory, our personality and our individuality reside. Thus, it constitutes the highest sacrifice we can offer. Nowadays, we pierce our fingertips and earlobes to give our teyollia as drops of blood.
In these scenes we can see how the Teteo are sacrificed by Quetzalcoatl and Their teyollia rise as butterflies to feed the Sun.
You can see prints of The Sacrifice of Xolotl and Birth of the Fifth Sun 6 in my Etsy store! Click here!
i'm too...skeptical of a person to vibe with much of the "witchcraft" adjacent spirituality that's popular nowadays
However, one of the most difficult things to understand about The Past is that for many of your ancestors, the distinction between "spiritual" and "mundane" phenomena did not exist.
and this does create problems for the idea that "science is for one set of questions, religion is for another" or at least the idea that "witchcraft" is a religion (exclusively). In The Past, philosophers speculated about the universe from the point of view that there were spiritual realities and that they weren't distinct from material realities. Before the modern idea of gravity, there was the idea that the four classical elements each had a particular nature, with earth being the heaviest and fire being the lightest. This also corresponded to a moral reality about the elements—the lighter elements were more "pure." (This is why in Dante's Inferno at the center of the Earth is Satan himself.) These people weren't assigning morals to substances in the way we now think of it. Their spiritual and moral realities were just "real" in the same way as the physical world.
People asked "From what we know of God, what can we hypothesize about the existence of extraterrestrial planets and beings, and what they are like?" And it's interesting to note that the belief in God didn't obstruct them from asking these questions; instead, it allowed them to ask these questions at a time when they didn't have naturalistic observations to go on.
But I'm getting off track—modern science is derived from things like alchemy and philosophy, and we are a bit biased here because we tend to see Aristotle and the like as precursors to "science," whereas when indigenous people maintain and pass down a collective body of naturalistic observations about their world, that's seen as some kind of cutesy pagan thing. Which is just racism.
In reality, ancient astronomers were also priests, medicine was practiced by shamans. They were people with knowledge that the average person did not possess. If there's a generic word for this type of person, it's "wise woman" or "wise man": the "three wise men" that are said to have visited Jesus were astronomers. The figures we see as "spiritual" often dealt primarily, and sometimes almost exclusively, with physical, natural phenomena. When they did deal with spiritual phenomena, it was for a lot of the same reasons that we do.
(Arguably, we have a worse understanding of some things, because we see everything in the physical world, including our own bodies, as unaffected by the meaning we assign them.)
What this means is that "witchcraft" can and should be to some extent "mundane" and evidence-based. But in my mind, "witchcraft" means possessing some kind of knowledge that is hands-on, practical, and not easily obtainable just by reading books or wikipedia, tempered by wisdom as a guide for when and how to apply it. It's also a social role; it suggests your knowledge makes you important to your community.
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So I think an auto mechanic is technically some kind of witch.