#2022 Asks

[brightgnosis]

Good evening! I’m a new follower and I have been really enjoying the takes on your blog. As an ex-Mormon, one thing that caught my eye was that you describe yourself as a Mormon folk practitioner. Do you mind elaborating either what that means to you or what that may entail? Only if you feel comfortable, of course! (Also, I sincerely hope you feel better soon!)

Hello! Your comment on one of my posts was very sweet, thank you! And no, I don't mind talking about Mormon Folk Healing at all! I think it's actually a really important part of our history that's been stolen from us that more people deserve to know about.

A lot of people are unaware that Mormonism is a syncretic religion that blends Christianity, Ceremonial Occultism, and English (and Welsh and Irish variants of) Cunningways. And as a part of that, they are likewise unaware that Old Mormonism had a rich healing practice which sat at the center of the faith until actually quite recently.

Mormon Healing was a blend of Indigenous and Old Word Herbal Healing + Prayer, Baptisms, and Oil Blessings based on Biblical scripture + English / Irish / Welsh Cunningways. And it formed two major lines of practice: A robust Temple Ritual and Liturgy practiced by both Lay and Clergy alike (predominantly centered around Nauvoo) -- and a robust Folk Healing Practice participated in predominantly by the Lay People (especially after Nauvoo was decentralized); neither were seen as superior, but the later rose out of the former based on accessibility as the Mormons moved Westward, and the Church actively supported both variations of the practice.

Originally it was practiced by all genders within the Church, and all were ordained with both Healing and Prophetic abilities during their Priesthood Blessings. As time progressed, though, it became the primary domain of Mormon Women even within the Temple variants- with them being the ones to not only perform Bathings and Baptisms, but also to even pass on the remaining liturgy to other women. Eventually, however, it was near-completely abandoned and the (by that time) two remaining rituals were consolidated under the male Priesthood entirely in the 1920's; the primary of those two remaining rituals is the Pouring of the Oil ceremony- which is a ceremony Elder DO has openly spoken about, at minimum, at least as recently as the 2010 General Conference.

If you're interested in learning more about the really interesting (and now nearly erased) magical syncretism of Mormonism and its rituals, I have quite a few suggestions and links floating around here as I putter about my own research into the topic- including 'Visions in a Seer Stone: Joseph Smith and the Making of the Book of Mormon' by William Davis and 'By Our Rites of Worship: Latter-Day Saint Views on Ritual in History, Scripture, and Practice', by Jonathan Stapley (my Library has more books on Mormonism in the "Abrahamic" category), plus my "Mormon Folk Healing" tag. There's also a lot still left in my que, since I'm actually still in the process of moving over content from my old blog.

I'm an ex-Mo Apostate, however. My name has been formally stricken from the records, and it took me a lot of time to get that formalized. So while I do practice these rituals, I don't personally do so as a Mormon- but from a historical perspective as someone whose Ancestors were some of the first Mormons and therefore claims Right-to-Magical-Inheritance. And I practice all of my Christian syncretic magics (including my likewise unsanctioned Braucherei) in the names of HaShem, Adam, and Chava, in honor of my Jewish ancestors from Ukraine.

Thank you for the well wish <3 I really appreciate it! If you have any more questions about it, feel free to ask them!

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

not in the list but tell me your 9 top 2022 albums. It was an ask game last year and I'd love to bring that back <3

okaaaaay nice nice nice

harry's house

faith in the future

being funny in a foreign language - the 1975

burn the empire - the snuts

midnights - taylor

(self-titled) - marcus mumford

can you afford to lose me - holly humberstone

laurel hell - mitski

(very recent discovery that i'm in love with) five seconds flat - lizzy mcalpine

[blehblarghblah]

Let’s try some 2022 Year End Asks!

Let’s reminisce on the year that passed with things we enjoyed/experienced!

1. What’s a movie/show that came out this year that you liked?

2. What’s a movie/show that you finally watched or started watching this year?

3. What’s a book/series that came out this year that you liked?

4. What’s a book/series that you finally started reading?

5. What’s a game that came out this year that you liked? (Watching or playing)

6. Any new games you started playing this year?

7. Favourite main character introduced 2022?

8. Favourite supporting character introduced 2022?

9. Favourite villain introduced 2022?

10. Favourite song that came out this year?

11. Any new bands or artists that you started listening to?

12. Did you join any new fandoms?

13. Favourite fanart you’ve seen this year?

14. Favourite fancomic you’ve read this year?

15. Favourite fanfic you’ve read this year?

16. Favourite thing you’ve created/made this year?

17. What was the most exciting thing you were looking forward to this year?

18. Did you get into any new hobbies this year?

19. What was the nicest or coolest thing that happened to you this year?

20. What quote, dialogue, or saying stuck with you this year?

21. What was your most exciting/favourite month this year?

22. Favourite memory of 2022? (Personal life, meme wise, Internet event, etc)

[anothersuperstition]

will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays?

[housecow]

You've gotta do a recreation of that one photo with the black tank top 🤤🤤🤤 can't imagine how much bigger those milkers would look in them

first off… THANK YOU, i’d totally forgotten about that top and now with the extra weight it is soooo cute!!! it’s flared and fits my waist but is wide enough to sit so well on my hips… i’m ecstatic!!

you will be getting pics when i’m settled in and full tonight :3 boobs also look good but i gotta say they’re gonna outgrow this top soon loll!!

[emo-batboy]

Things Battinson Totally Did During His First Year of University

Using Unhinged or Odd Things I Also Did as a College Freshman :D

Note: for this list, let’s believe Bruce was living in an (admittedly expensive and swanky) dorm because it is required for first-years, especially those entering at a young age, and Alfred told him he needed to make friends. Also yes I did every single thing on this list. I never claimed to be a role model

Bruce, to his TA: I’m so sorry I’m late to class. I gave blood a few hours ago and almost fainted on the way here, but it won’t happen again.

Signs up for a class called “Age of Dinosaurs” despite it not being required whatsoever and proceeds to work his entire schedule around it

Bruce: Your mental health is super important. If you think you should see the on-campus therapist, go see them. Friend: Fine. I’ll sign up for therapy if you sign up for therapy too. Bruce: Hold on-

Finds a loophole in his housing contract that allows him to get a pet frog, calls him kermit :)

Gets a second frog because Kermit was lonely, names it Constantine after Muppets Most Wanted, then realizes that they’re gay for each other. Wonders if the rainbow-colored rocks he got them triggered anything

Swings dramatically between calling Alfred every single day and ghosting him for weeks, cries when he realizes what he did

“Accidentally” joins the student body council, doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets re-elected anyway

Molds a dragon out of Laffy Taffy instead of doing his work

Bruce: *joins Honors, gets all A’s, takes the max amount of classes, has several minors, overachieves* Also Bruce: I’m a failure.

Breaks into a building after hours to study because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AT THE LIBRARY

Bruce: I will not get seasonal depression this year. Bruce: *gets real and seasonal depression that year*

Meticulously schedules his day with a color-coded planner because if he sits down for too long, the thoughts will consume him

Gives a presentation to his rhetoric class on how much he likes Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (it is 20 minutes long)

Successfully allocates funding from the student body council to pay for free feminine products in the dorms OUT OF SPITE because someone said it couldn't be done. fuck you, Andrew

Bruce: It is not an all-nighter if I go to sleep before my first class. Friend: It is 7:30am, the sun is in the sky, and your first class is at 12:30. Bruce: But I am getting sleep.

Refuses to go anywhere without his backpack because what if he needs three notebooks at once

Loses over 20 pounds because ✨stress✨ and scares the shit out of Alfred when he comes home for Thanksgiving

Argues with his TA over the one (1) question he got wrong on his Dinosaur exam

Bruce, calling Alfred: Hello father figure. How do I do taxes? Do I have to do them myself? Also, I think I’m having a panic attack.

Joins in on a charity arts-and-crafts project that gives kids books with matching activities made by volunteers, proceeds to commandeer the project because “it’s not color-blind friendly” and rewrites the instructions for everyone

Makes a murder wall

Goes to one (1) sports game and proceeds to leave in the first ten minutes because it’s way too loud wtf is wrong with people

Professor, addressing the lecture hall: I dare you to write an essay about these two sentences. Bruce: *writes an essay about six words, gets a 100, never even read the book*

Crawls into the ceiling for some alone time

Ghosts someone after a date because he’s too scared to tell them he didn’t know it was a date in the first place and now he feels bad

Classmate: How tf does he walk across campus that fast? I go in the same direction he does on my bike, and he’s always ahead of me. Bruce: *is gay sprinting to Dinosaur class*

Refuses to let others use his Favorite Pen TM

Constantly gets mistaken for a Grad Student because he is “so wise and mature” (bestie, that’s the autism)

Alfred: *casually mentions he got into a car accident through text* Bruce: *replies with a meme while hyperventilating because he doesn’t know what to do with that information??!*

Wears a suit to one of his finals

Regularly eats non-organic food for the first time in his life, proceeds to learn about several allergies Alfred forgot to mention he has

Writes “What is a Hot Pocket?” in calligraphy and proceeds to laugh his ass off alone in his dorm because he is so exhausted he’s reached the point of delusion

Locks himself out of his dorm right before class, frantically asks the floor group chat if someone can help, proceeds to tell the nice gay man on the floor who saved him “I love you” because his social skills have hit rock bottom

Makes a little music album display next to his desk for his favorite band (Nirvana) His friends call it a shrine, and they are technically correct

Has a blacklist of people he refuses to interact with because Reasons

Counselor: What do you want to do when you graduate? Bruce: *gestures vaguely*

Refuses to take the bus because there are people in there and he doesn’t like those

Loses one of his frogs, how tf did he do that, they’re fully aquatic, oh fuck, this is probably why they got rid of that loophole a year later because unbeknownst to Bruce, he accidentally started a frog revolution in the dorms, btw he SWEARS he did not mean to do that

Has two trash cans in his room: one for the Good Garbage, and one for the Bad Garbage. Only Bruce knows which is which

Bruce: *writes a creative piece about a ship’s final thoughts as it sinks, bringing its passengers down with it* TA: Absolutely lovely, Bruce, but are you okay?

Goes on Night Walks, keeps himself safe by maintaining a level 12 resting bitch face at all times

Earns the nickname “8th floor cryptid” after pacing the halls at 3am when it’s too cold for Night Walks (honestly tho how tf didn’t he get the nickname earlier?)

Bruce: Do you think a depressed person could do this? Bruce: *has a manic episode*

Okay that's all love you BYE

[akakumoeteru]

"Have you chosen a name yet?" "Lan Yuan. Lan Sizhui."

[zu-is-here]

Zu can you draw Dream teaching aim how to dance?

Do it the way you feel ♡

[garnetislovegarnetislife]

[firefox-official]

There is no way you are STILL 19

You've been "19" since like 2022

If i kill you and theres nobody around to hear it will you still make a sound

[brightgnosis]

Good day! On your former blog, @salfige, you made a reply on a post from @disabledprincesses, stating that "What's stupid is washing your clothes every other day because we've forgotten basic undergarments like slips exist to take a beating for a reason: So our main clothes don't have to as often; we're not supposed to be washing our clothes that oft." In the spirit of this, I was wondering if you could direct me to some good slip-like clothing. I would like your advice, if possible!

As luck would have it for you, I've actually written a whole slew of posts about this topic over the years! I'm fairly passionate about bringing back the Slip as a common undergarment- and for good reason.

A well fitted slip that you're comfortable in, is really a good undergarment to have- especially if you're disabled (like I am) and your primary comfort garment is dresses (like mine are). It not only solves the vast majority of complaints people have with wearing dresses (especially modern ones). But it also means, like my comment states, that you have to do less laundry upkeep. Which is really a Godsend in its own right for a variety of reasons.

And that's honestly what a lot of the basest undergarments we've worn, historically, have been meant for; the Slip is a direct descendant of undergarments like the Shift- which we wore in various styles all the way up as recently as the Victorian Era. It wasn't until the slimmer lines of the 1920's that you begin seeing its thinner, smaller, slimmer replacements start really coming into play- and then the 90's when you see the Slip actually falling out completely as dresses become the least common form of outerwear. Especially as we started building a lining directly into our dresses (though a fat lot of good it often does us).

Anyways, enough of the history lesson and singing the virtues ... Give me a moment to track (IMO) the most helpful of them down from the archive blog for you! Aha, here it is:

Honestly 99% of complaints I see women make about their dresses now-a-days can literally be solved by on tiny, teeny traditional undergarment that’s basically been forgotten at this point for some reason, but was a wardrobe staple for a really long time and honestly needs a resurgence in popularity because it really works wonders: The dress slip.

Dress bunching weird? A slip’ll fix it. Neckline too low? A slip with a cute neckline helps. Dress unlined or too sheer? Just wear a slip. Need a little more modesty protection for your own comfort? Slip! They come in a bunch of shapes and styles and colors! And they’re usually really cheap and easy to afford! Literally. Just buy a slip. Please. I’m begging you to wear slips with your dresses if you’re constantly complaining about problems with them.

It's important to note, however, that a true slip's not to be confused with the “Lingerie Slip” or “Nightgown Slip”- or the “Slip Dress”; modern companies will typically sell them with virtually no distinguishment between them, but boy oh boy are they absolutely not the same things.

A good real dress slip should be form fitting and plain-ish, with only a little lace or other embellishment- usually just around the bust and / or hem where it’s likely to be seen but otherwise won’t interfere with any dress lines, etc- and it's usually very clearly not intended as a solo garment).

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

@writtenalloveryourface28 tagged me to give my 9 albums of 2022 and i did one with albums that came out in 2022 here but now i'll do non-2022 albums/singles/eps that meant something to me this year <3

star-crossed - kacey musgraves: really fun visuals combined with a sound that took me by surprise in funkiness and softness

joy as an act of resistance. - idles: love me some angry brits

all things must pass - george harrison: after harry wore that sweater once i discovered this masterpiece and never looked back

be the cowboy - mistki: i was addicted to washing machine heart for so long. seeing her live was a revelation

blue - joni mitchell: still heartbroken she's not on spotify, but i also respect the decision immensely. have the cd to cherish so when i feel like listening to carey or little green or river or my old man or........ i know where to go

blender ep - 5sos: i loved all of their singles throughout the year so much and this is where they're gathered

foundations of decay - my chemical romance: hit me like a ton of bricks. mcr alive and well back in my life and in the state that they are in is like experiencing their and my own resurrection

don't forget about me, demos - dominic fike: thank you euphoria for introducing me to this really fucking fun musician. i heard westcoast collective and was hooked. his album is also amazing but i'm in love with these raw genre-surfing songs

blue weekend - wolf alice: harry's openers clearly left an impression on me. i knew wolf alive before, but i discovered them more thoroughly before tour, and once again seeing them live deepened my love even more. show me a rock band with a frontwoman and i'm yours

[fruitface]

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[chiptrillino]

Hello! where can I see that June's fanart from 2022? 😢

Love your art, thanks for sharing it, btw!

i never posted her :') my apologies i the demons i fight usually prevent me from posting not form drawing. Here we go!

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[yeosin-n]

oooooooh, underwave sans is so cute.... i wanna give him pets

every time someone sends me an ask about naut, I grow more powerful (tysm)

[yandere-kokeshi]

How would TF141+Konig,Nikolai react if their reader drunk and told them about how reader family used to sold reader at brotherel.

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about prostitution, mention of trauma, and foreshadowing on murdering. 

A/N: Definitely took my time writing this, so I hope you enjoy it!

Captain “Price” John:

Whiplashes at you, nearly breaking his neck as he places his cold-glass down on the table. 

“Sorry, what?” 

He’s pissed. He cannot fathom why anyone could possibly do something so awful to his sweet darling, but he’s heartbroken, too. His heart shatters when you explain it, going into detail of what happened. And soon, John’s hands find themselves on yours within a heartbeat, thumbs grazing over your knuckles, and squeezes them occasionally. 

If you blow it off, saying it’s no biggie, John gets angrier. It’s not fine, and his tone is firm, and large hands that’s on top of yours aren’t letting go. And soon, he softens — bringing you into his lap, kissing the crown of your head. Hands running up and down your back, whispering to you of how special you are. 

And soon enough, later that night when you’re sleeping, his mind is wide-awake and angered. Wondering if your family is worthwhile to get a visit, teach ‘em a lesson or two.

From now on, John is so gentle with you; checking in with you first and won’t push you for anything. He even suggests therapy, or perhaps couple-therapy, to help you in some way. He wants you to know he’s here for you, as that’s all you have. 

Your parents are nowhere to be seen. The news has reported them missing, and it’s weird that John had come home after an hour when their bodies had been found, right? 

—

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Whiplashes so hard, his neck popped as he looked at you. The cheap beer that you and him were drinking is set down, the loud clanking making the silence even louder, and his brown-doe eyes are staring at you. 

“You bein’ serious?”

Simon is fuming, absolutely seething with rage at how they used and hurt you. And he’s extremely tempted to find all of them and break every single bone in their miserable body. How on the earth could they hurt and betray you, you, the literal light in his life like that? 

“Love, you can’t jus’ drop a bomb like that and expect me to be all natural with it,” His tone seethed. He tries to soften it, he really does, but his rage with what you’ve just told him is starting to seep through the built-in cracks. And it’s clearly showing his not-so pretty side. 

But as soon as he sees your face, his heart re-breaks all over again. And within seconds, he pulls you into his arms, whispering sweet words of love and promises of safety; kissing every part he can reach until you tell him to stop.

If you haven’t already cut ties with your family, Simon immediately does it for you — anger shown and his tone sharp. He removes them from any way possible of how they could connect to you, even going as far to put a restraining order against them. But, if they decide to be snide, and try to take you back? Simon is more than happy to use his physical strength to scare them away. 

—

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

He laughs uncomfortably, before he really thinks and chews on the words a little more. His eyebrows crease against each other, fingers tightening around the beer bottle, as he looks at you very concerned. 

“Wait– what was that?” 

Kyle watches you go on, rambling about it as if it’s not a big deal, and he’s in pure shock. He’s not sure if you’re putting a brave face on, or if it’s the alcohol, but either way, it’s making him mad. His hands are shaking, his heart thundering in his chest, mind going a mile a minute, trying to understand the concept, but he can’t seem to get past the anger part. 

“Baby… when did this happen?” he generally questions, uncomfortably shifting in his seat as he looks for something in you. He’s worrying. Wonder what it’s done to you, someone he loves so deeply, and he can’t fathom the idea that something so horrific happened to you. 

Within seconds, he apologizes. Brown eyes looking at yours, barely forming tears. He’s pulling you into a tight hug, holding you deeply, and finding a way to blame himself. If he’d known you sooner, maybe it wouldn’t have happened. He could’ve protected you. 

But, that doesn’t help the situation — so he focuses on you, helping you through things and ensuring you’ll be safe. Because you’ll always be with him. 

Kyle tries to help you in every shape and form, making sure your boundaries are set and that he follows them knee-deep. And that, of course, your family doesn’t come near you. If they try to push through the cracks, he’s immediately acting viciously. And it’s not pretty.

 —

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

He chokes on his drink, coughing up a storm. Hitting him like a ton of bricks, and somehow, you look at him like he’s the one who said some type of sex joke at the wrong time. 

“I– beg your pardon?” 

He’s right in the same area with Ghost, furious in many aspects. His face shows it. His body language, and thick voice. When you’re describing the multiple incidents, it just makes him want to track down your family and rip them in two. 

Comfort is immediately given, Johnny’s arms find yours within seconds, and you’re brought into a cuddle session — one where he kisses every part, and promises that you’ll never have to face them again. He looks at you, blue eyes just admiring you before kissing your cheek, “Nobody will hurt ya’ again, swear on my and ma’s life, sweets.”

And he goes with it. Days pass, and he’s still thinking about it. He sees you so strongly, and how you’re able to go about your day and act as if it’s normal; his heart beats faster at your sewn thoughts of even crying. 

Without saying, Johnny despises your family. A bitter emotion that can be easily shown if you bring them up into a conversation. His hands crunch in remembrance of their scared face, and you won’t be seeing them anymore. You can’t. 

—

König:

He just looks at you, seemingly going deeper into your soul. Which, of course, creeps you out. König watches you explain, with a flushed look, and he’s tasting iron in his mouth from how hard he’s biting his cheek. 

“Hase, what’d you say?” 

He just keeps staring at you. And he doesn’t want you to think he’s angry at you, because he’s not — never in a million years, but it’s devastating to him. How could someone, a family that you’re supposed to trust, do that to you? 

“König?” your voice brings him out of his deep thoughts, bloody thoughts, and he just looks at you before bringing you into his chest; a man, so large and beefy, has a voice so little and fragile, that you could barely hear it. He sighs, “Why did you hide it? I’d much rather you talk to me, okay?” 

He’s obviously affected, but not as much as you are. He’s in a state of disbelief, and the fact you just blurted it out, whilst in a vulnerable state, makes him sick.

He’s unbelievably more clingy the next few days, ensuring you know your own worth and how strong you are. Everywhere you go, he’s touching you — smoothing the wrinkles in your clothes as his hands crawl underneath the fabric. Kissing you and nearly suffocating you with his weight. 

As for your family, he ignores and diverts the questions of them into a different conversation. He doesn’t want to scare you, but with the things he’s done, König is certain you’d be smart to connect the dots. 

—

Nikolai: 

Not a single laugh, or fun look comes from Nikolai. He’s immediately concerned, the shot glass being put down as he really looks at you, biting his lip. 

“Think that’s enough alcohol, Lyubimyy. Why don’t we head to bed, hm?”

He doesn’t necessarily react — but more so tries to make you sidetrack so you two can focus on something else. Until, the next morning, is where he re-brings it up and asks. He’s concerned, dark eyes showing sadness that’s covered by anger. But your feelings matter. They will always come first. And when he sees your reaction, Nikolai quickly understands, “We can talk whenever you’re ready, mkay lovey?” 

Nikolai comforts you with the best of his abilities, ensuring that you’re not a burden. You’re the complete opposite, and you’re so strong. His hugs become deeper, kisses become longer and more intimate. 

And the gifts he brings home, even to the grocery store, are enormous. His sly smile as he carries them in definitely takes your head off some things, no? 

Your parents are immediately cut out of your life. Nikolai has secrets of his own, and once in a while, he has to take out the dirty trash, right? Before he leaves for the day, a mission needed for Laswell, he promises to be back before 5 PM; and he does, arriving all giddy and flirty. But his hands seem a bit too warm, a bit odd.