#witch rant

[samshroomm]

the mass fear of ouija boards and mirrors for no reason is so unwarranted and silly to me. cause, if u break it down, theres no need to be scared of these things. unless you are *actively* inviting something through them, theyre not just gonna randomly bring in dark malicious stuff to ruin your life. a ouija board is literally a piece of wood with letters on it made by hasbro, a toy company. the planchet is literally just plastic. they dont inject it with ~evil~ when factory producing it. and majority of mirrors today are made with metals that are known for purification and protection, such as silver and aluminum. also. theyre just reflections, theyre not a portal unless u Make them one. otherwise any reflective surface would have ghosts coming out of them. still water? demons. glass panes? portals into hell. any kind of shiny metallic stuff? if u look into the reflection for too long, the aoul eater will reach thru and eat ur soul, oOoOoOOOooh~!!! i mean, it just doesnt have any logic behind it to be needlessly fearful of mundane objects

[snapdragonsandwhiptails]

VENT POST

You know, im beginning to understand why so many people turn away from modern medicine. I would NEVER in a million years stop seeing doctors for my conditions, but god damn is it extremely hard to be told “I’m sorry we just don’t know how to fix it” every fucking time.

I’ve never tried any magic for bodily ailments but like… if I’m gonna be ill for the rest of my life might as well give it a shot. When I first started practicing I made it a point to keep magic out of my healthcare plan because I’ve always been afraid of falling into anti-medical thought patterns but now that I’m 1.) a good bit older; and 2.) somewhat smarter I think I can safely negate that.

[buggedboi]

The real rebellion is having absolutely None of It™ and quietly finding your own way to get through hard times by gaining and sharing knowledge and skills from your community. They don't want us to have a community! They want us to be cut off! Fierce Independent Women don't exist without support from their sister's and their community!

Infuriate Capitalism with your homemade bread. Oh no, you don't like me making things for myself and fixing the holes in my clothes so they look even better than before because now they're wholly mine and can't be thrown away or resold?

You don't want me to have independence and life skills so you can sell them back to me as Life Hacks and Convenience???

Get stuffed, I will share and teach others how to make their own bread, grow plants from nothing and nurture their body and mind through walking in nature and writing shit down and drinking tea. You can keep your Capitalist Wellness Self Love Vicious Cycle to yourself.

[autisticsociologymajor]

Random thoughts on Greg Locke & a rant—

Here’s a fact:

People have moved from 2,000+ miles away just to attend Greg Lockes cult tent.

How do I know?

I live in the area.

From Arizona to Tennessee. Left their jobs. Their family. Tore their children from their schools. Left everything they’ve known. Just to attend his cult tent. And subject their children to it.

“Why’d you move out here?”

“God told me to.”

No. Locke did. Locke is a cult leader. And a poor one at best.

People have uprooted their entire lives just to hear rage rants in person very week.

To hear how autistic people are possessed. How books need to be burned. How witches need to be hunted. How women need to be property. And how Christian’s are apparently somehow oppressed.

This is what people are uprooting their entire lives for. But we’re the hateful ones? We’re the ones who need to stop? We’re the ones oppressing??? RIGHT. LOGICAL. Not a manipulated mindset AT ALL. Cool.

We’re the misguided ones yet they’re literally moving their whole lives across the country just to commit idolatry & then tell everyone else they’re going to hell for committing idolatry because most people just so happen to live in the real world.

Wild. Fkn. Wild.

We’re misguided for being educated. For demanding accommodation. For demanding the world starts allowing autistic people to live comfortably & unapologetically. For demanding religious coexistence and perspective. For demanding women be treated as humans. And for demanding the actual T R U T H.

We’re misguided for wanting humans to progress as a species? To stop destroying each other? Wtf???

I understand many things to a fault. It’s a gift and a curse to understand so much without judgement. This though. This one. This is one I will not accept and I will judge it indefinitely.

Yet that’s not helpful. Cult leaders keep cult members by instilling fear of the outside world.

The outside world needs to show cult members there’s kindness outside of their organization. The outside world isn’t as scary as they’ve been misguided to believe.

I can’t stand these people. But I can’t help but understand them either. I can’t help but know I need to show them kindness if I ever want to see a future where this kind of hate doesn’t exist in such a vast population.

I can’t stand that I understand them & I can’t morally stand that I need to be nice to them. I can’t stand that I need to be the change I want to see in this regard.

And I really can’t stand that human nature has allowed for such a comforting, spirit lifting idea such as spiritual thought to turn into something so hateful, oppressive, murd3r0us, and malicious.

Religion will be the foundation that built the self destruct button of the human race — if we can’t find compromise and perspective of & for one another.

Nobody needs saving in this context. We need to save each other.

[gay-trans-male-witch]

March 3rd, 2024

I was first drawn into paganism and nonchristian ways of life and views when I was in the seventh or eighth grade and had read this fantasy book called Book Of Shadows by Cate Tiernan (book one of a series that I didn't get to read the entirety of til about seven or eight years later) and I'd been nerding out about the book to my friends (who were not book nerd, poor kids), and one of them just nonchalantly went "oh, paganism and that wicca stuff is real. Maybe not making fire with your mind but like there are people that believe in spells. My aunt is a Wiccan," and after dropping that information on me my friend went back to talking about whatever was going on at the time (probably teenager drama, I don't remember) so this led to me doing some research and thankfully at that time my school hadn't blocked nearly all of Google and YouTube yet so I was able to start delving into stuff.

And here I am, nearly a decade later, and I have an altar dedicated to four different deities (plan to give them each their own altar tables but like, apartments aren't very roomy) and I have been reading (and buying) so many books about different practices and views and studying.

Now, the reason I have divulged the above information is to explain a little background behind how I even discovered paganism (I consider myself an Animist or omnist, but typical avoid labels and stick to just simply pagan most of the time) so I can start to explain my current dilemma or thoughts and situations.

Just a couple months ago I finally accepted that I am trans and then fully stepped out of the closet soon after. Paganism has always been a safe space, my space, to be who I am and in touch with my inner self but since I finally accept that I'm a guy, I'm finding it harder to connect to my feminine side and the goddess (Nött) I work with/worship due to feeling this internal need to flee anything feminine in order to feel masculine.

I know balance is important and I need to work on connecting with her again but it's been hard lately. I've mostly been reaching out to Loki more than Nött or any others when I meditate or do spell work due to Loki's more fluid energy.

I guess this post is mostly just to vent about my struggle with balancing feminine and masculine energy without letting my dysphoria or gender identity get in the way. Because I know you can be fem and still identify male, so why am I having a hard time accepting Nött's feminine energy around me?

Heck, maybe I can just blame it on my trauma, I don't know anymore. But I plan to do some more meditating soon and reach out to Nött specifically more and hope she can help me accept my own inherent femininity while still knowing I'm a man.

Is this that fragile masculinity thing cis guys usually deal with? Never thought I'd be dealing with it. Fun times.

🏳️‍⚧️✨

Wormy

[minitauros]

Daily reminder tarot isn’t ONLY about the answer, but the process of reflecting.

Sometimes the question is more important than the answer that it gives.

[house-of-slayterr]

Yall I just wanna know how Yankee became one of the most popular candle brands in the states. Like they can’t even pick a proper Wick size for the basic jar. Their candles never burn all the way cause the wick it to small. I’ve only made candles from scratch twice and I can do a better job!

[robynator]

obsessed with how daud canonically chooses to forgive billie when she gives him the choice between killing her and showing her mercy after she betrays him

obsessed with how just a few months later, daud does the same, placing his life in the hands of a man whose life he completely ruined, asking to be spared and, against all odds, walking away from that encounter alive

obsessed with the alternatives you're given to those options as well

how, if you choose to kill billie in low chaos she helps you guide the blade. how she looks up at you and smiles as you stab her. how you hold her hand as she dies and don't let go even after she's gone

how, in high chaos, you just don't get that choice. her death is brutal, just like all the other deaths at your hand. like she said, what's one more body? but she's not just one more body. she's your second in command, your confidant, the closest thing you have to a daughter. you don't kill her with the same detachment you do for everyone else. you don't simply pull her onto your blade, you grab her by the throat as you stab her. it's brutal and it's personal, and that makes it so much worse

how, if you end brigmore witches with high chaos, corvo will kill you because you are not true to your word. you say that you feel remorse over jessamine's murder and yet your actions speak otherwise. you are not sincere in your words and while corvo may not know that, the game does. and it's telling you that that's the only way it could end. that if daud goes down that path he will not ever better his ways, nor will he be given the chance to. the only way daud can live is if he is actually committed to change

but despite all those options, in canon, daud gives billie the chance to leave and make a new life for herself. and corvo does the same for daud. and that is a parallel i think a lot about

[alatariel-galadriel]

“Jason? Is there a reason you’re dragging that man?”

“He’s unconscious. Makes walking hard.”

love that jason is a pedantic lil shit in every universe

[tea-and-antlers]

I love when people tell me I make clothing wrong. I love when they tell me “you have to knit sweaters from a yoke” and “you have to sew a back rip stitch for a garment zipper” because I don’t! I don’t!!! I can make clothing however I like! I knit sweaters from the bottom up in panels on straight needles! I sew my zippers on by hand with embroidery thread! And guess what?! The sweaters look like sweaters! The zippers work like zippers! The SNOZBERRIES taste like S N O Z B E R R I E S!!

[sayhoneysiren]

🌛

[szkin-art]

Obligatory reminder for those who’ve just finished Witch from Mercury, the compilation movies for the original 1979 series are currently freely available on the official GundamInfo youtube channel! They’re also on netflix!

I don’t think they’re a perfect replacement for the original show personally, but if you want an easy way to get into earlier gundam, they are a great starting point, and have some improved animation.

The full series is available on Crunchyroll, along with the sequels, Zeta Gundam and ZZ Gundam! Plus like a ton of other AU series like GWitch - Wing, G Gundam, 00, SEED etc

GundamInfo also has the entire first season of G-Witch rn - and I believe if you’re in SEA/have a VPN you can watch Season 2 there as well.

[pratchettquotes]

"And Mrs. Earwig," said Mistress Weatherwax, her voice sinking to a growl, "Mrs. Earwig tells her girls it's about cosmic balances and stars and circles and colors and wands and...and toys, nothing but toys!" She sniffed. "Oh, I daresay that's all very well as decoration, somethin' nice to look at while you're workin', somethin' for show, but the start and finish, the start and finish, is helpin' people when life is on the edge. Even people you don't like. Stars is easy, people is hard."

She stopped talking. It was several seconds before birds began to sing again.

"Anyway, that's what I think," she added in the tones of someone who suspects that she might have gone just a bit further than she meant to.

Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

[thrashkink-coven]

How do you know that Lucifer isn’t deceiving you?! How do you know he isn’t evil!?!?! How do you know he doesn’t want to eat your soul!!!?!?!

Pretty much the same way that I do with humans. If a person doesn’t harm me, manipulate me, or make me feel like shit then I’m not going to assume they’re going to just because.

If a person is a fucking asshole then I avoid them. There have been entities that I have rejected, and entities have rejected me. Such is life.

If Lucifer violated my boundaries I would leave him. That’s it.

I’m not anxious about this possibility because I know how to handle this possibility. But it doesn’t happen, it will never happen, because Lucifer cherishes his devotees. Lucifer is a loving God and a tremendous teacher. He has dark elements of course and he can be very very terrible and terrifying, but hey… so can I. Lucifer has never been abusive towards me in any way, so I don’t fear his abuse.

People get so weird whenever I say these things. “WHAT IF HE ASKED YOU TO SACRIFICE A BABY?!??! WHAT THEN HUH?!??! HUH?!!!?!”

I… wouldn’t do it? See the thing is I don’t reply on my God for my morality. I cannot console with myself with people who can convince themselves to do heinous things in the name of their God. In fact I can’t stand it.

I’m still like… a person with my own free will, values and morals. I know Lucifer wouldn’t even ask me to do that, but in a hypothetical where he did, it would still be my responsibility as a practitioner to remain firm on my boundaries.

And spirits *will* vet you, even if only to test your convictions.

Murder is off the table, sorry. If you don’t vibe with that then we can’t vibe together… that applies to both entities and humans…

I think that any relationship with a deity that makes you feel like you can’t leave if you want to is scary.

I’m with Lucifer because he’s fucking awesome. Imagine that, a God that you worship because you want to…. and not because you’re not afraid of the consequences of not doing so. Huh. How interesting.

[lilaccoffin]

God I love Peppermint sm...

[lunalitva]

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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First day at a new school. Sucks. I could feel the stares of my fellow students as I walked down the halls. Practically ogling me, I quickly headed for my locker. Putting in the combination, I yank open the door. Hearing the creak of the metal. I sigh, looking at my time table.

“Need help?” I hear a soft voice perk up from behind me. Making me jolt as I felt their breath on the skin of my neck. I whip my head around, meeting the gorgeous blue eyes of Sam Monroe.

“Sorry…” He must’ve noticed my startled expression because he smile sheepishly. His hand raising, as he scratches behind his neck. “You just looked- a little lost.”

I smile softly, “was it that obvious?” I tilt my head, observing him. His band t-shirt covering his chest. The hallway lights catching on his piercings. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, catching his piercing gently.

He nods slowly, “a little… Okay it was pretty obvious.” He replies, and I swear I could see his cheeks flush a soft pink. I bite the inside of my cheek softly. Looking down at my schedule, “what class do you have?” He asks, leaning closer to presumably take a peek at my timetable. His breath hitting my face, sending chills all over my body.

“Umm… AP bio.” I say softly, looking back up at him. Realising how close we had gotten.

A smile tugs at his lips, “someone’s smart.” His tone holding a teasing edge. I roll my eyes exaggeratedly, trying to hide my amusement.

“Some of us have to be,” I retort jokingly.

He places a hand over his heart in mock defence. “Are you calling me dumb?” He raises his pierced brow.

I shrug, “your choice of… company suggests so.” His brows pull together and he leans closer. I notice his eyes flicker behind me for a moment. To the piece of obsidian I had sitting on top of my biology book.

He looks away from it, to the magnet in his hand. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He fiddles with the magnet in his hand he pulled off of my locker door.

“Your friends with Josh aren’t you? He isn’t exactly the brightest.” I add, turning back to face my locker. Pulling out the books I needed for my next class. I grab the obsidian tumble, feeling it against the palm of my hand.

A groan escapes his lips. “Josh is definitely not my friend,” he replied defensively. Almost like he was insulted by the mere idea of being friends with Josh. I feel his eyes drawing holes into the back of my head. Like he was analysing every movement and every word. It was kind of unnerving, like those pretty blue eyes of his were staring into my very soul.

I glance at him over my shoulder, “oh. He hangs around you a lot, I just assumed.”

He hums in response, “he’s trouble.” He places the magnet back on my locker door. “You should avoid him.”

I glance up at him, “some people say the same thing about you.” I turn back around to face him properly. Curious to how he would respond, did he know what people said about him? Did he care?

He looks down at the floor, licking his lips. “And do you believe them?” He questions, his voice was so soft it was almost… meek. My eyes softened slightly in response.

I look him up and down, “nope.” I reach for his hand, watching as his fingers unraveled from the fist they were previously clenched in. I hold the back of his hand, his palm up. I felt him stiffen slightly at the sudden contact. His shoulders dropping as he relaxed from being caught off guard. I place the piece of obsidian on his open palm. Before finally meeting his gaze.

His eyes held curiosity and a hint of… warmth? “What are you doing?” He leaned closer.

“Checking something,” I mutter. Taking the crystal off his palm for a moment. “Shh...” I say before he could ask another question. Pressing my thumb against where it had been. It was warm, I put it back. Closing his fingers around the crystal.

“I don’t understand…” He mumbles, I slowly release his hand. Looking back up at him, I gently brush some strands of his messy hair that had fallen into his face.

“It’s yours now,” I reply. Making his eyes widen, and that familiar pink flush coated his cheeks once again.

“You- your giving this to me?” He clarifies, looking a mix of confused and surprised. His eyes widened slightly as his gaze flickered between me and the crystal in his hand.

“Yes,” I shrug nonchalantly.

“Why?” His flustered tone making his words come out more high pitched.

“Cause I want to,” I answer honestly.

“You want to,” he repeats to himself. “You want to give me this, like a gift?” He asks, and I nod. A smile breaking out on his face. Making one tug at my lips. “Thank you…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got plenty. And by the looks of it, you need it more than I do.” I say softly, he tilts his head. It was so adorable, how were people afraid of him?

“What makes you say that?” His gaze ever intense, felt like he was staring into my soul.

“I just have… a feeling. I suppose you could say,” I elaborate.

“You mean a witch feeling?” He whispers, a grin lingering on his lips.

I chuckle softly, “perhaps.” I tap his chin teasingly, “why you have a problem with that?” I retort, raising a brow.

He quickly shakes his head, “no. Nope- I just meant-“ His cheeks flushing a bright red as he struggled to speak.

I nudge him gently, “relax. I know what you meant, I’m messing with you.” I grab the remaining of my stuff I need for class, before closing my locker. “I have a feeling you and I are going to get along just fine. Emo boy,” I grin.

He chuckles softly in response, his shoulders shaking. “What makes you say that? Wait let me guess… a feeling?” He quips, making me roll my eyes dramatically.

“Yeah maybe…” I shake my head, trying to hide my amusement.