YvonneEmilie @yvonneemilie - Tumblr Blog

Gloire et louange à toi, Satan, dans les hauteurs Du Ciel, où tu régnas, et dans les profondeurs De l'Enfer, où, vaincu, tu rêves en silence! Fais que mon âme un jour, sous l'Arbre de Science, Près de toi se repose, à l'heure où sur ton front Comme un Temple nouveau ses rameaux s'épandront!

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Headdress, Seraph chest piece, mua: MM fabrications w. mua assist @cecyfajardomua Photo @blaqk.rabbit w. @ladyy.lilith

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Ngl I think most jobs should be illegal

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“be able to stand for 12 hours”

“overtime required”

“must show up 10 minutes before scheduled clock in time”

“11 hour shifts with 30 minute break”

Die die die die die diediediediedie

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my autistic ass cosigns this

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So the James Webb telescope just took a picture of a galaxy that is 29 million light years away.

If that wasn't cool enough NASA decided to peel away all the cosmic dust in order to see the bones of the Galaxy itself.

AND IT'S BREATHTAKING

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GALAXY BONES

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- so proud <3

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I’m not crying you’re crying

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Marvel heroes/ Disney villains mashups(❗NOT A FANCAST❗)

I was out of Tumblr for quite a while, but I'm glad to be back with a complete six fanarts challenge!🤗

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After the credits of Glass Onion, you KNOW Blanc hopped on the phone like

"Marta, I just - yes, yes, I know, it's late for you - but listen I just - well, if you were going to bed, why did you pick up? - anyway, I just met this AMAZING woman, you HAVE to meet her, Marta she blew up a HOUSE - yes, on purpose - YES, WITH PEOPLE INSIDE, also the Mona Lisa - no, I'm in Greece - Marta, please stop yelling, I'm very tired -"

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

#babel by rf kuang #thank you for listening

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2023

1. COMMIT TO THE BIT

2. PARTAKE IN THE DIVINE ACT OF CREATION

3. LET THE SOFT ANIMAL THAT IS YOUR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES

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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.

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“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.”