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this is so precious i love how they both say zss is mom and dedede is dad

I think this is my favorite post on the Internet right about now! Edit: And I just needed to Edit this Photo 4 TIMES till it worked here… #youarewelcome #tumblrnoob #learnhowtotumblr

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once you realize its all saying the same thing. water spins generators in dams, car engines spin to make wheels spin, the earth spins in a circle and then spins around the sun which spins around the galaxy once you grasp that its all about spinning you realize why beyblade is so important

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love it

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

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yes this is what wendigos look like but jersey devils do not look like that

PSA on Wendigos

Like, this seems to be what the popular idea of wendigos most resembles

deer skull, grey/black human body. Except, that’s not a wendigo

 That’s the Jersey Devil.

As interpreted by A Wolf Among Us. The Jersey Devil is an urban legend, a cryptid, so open to whatever interpretation you like.

A wendigo is not.

Wendigos weren’t just made up for entertainment. They’re a longstanding part of Algonquin spirituality, and while interpretation varies slightly between Algonquin tribes, it’s consistently NOT deerheaded forest creatures.

A wendigo is a spirit of cold and hunger, most usually described as a giant, emaciated humanoid. Some legends say wendigos grow in proportion to everything they eat so that they’re never full, leading some to become titanic in size. As a spirit it can possess people during deep winter when food is scarce, driving them to cannibalism/turning them into a wendigo. There’s an actual psychological condition exclusive to people who grew up in Algonquin culture, particularly those who’ve experienced extreme hunger, where they come to believe they’ve been possessed by wendigos and dwell obsessively on thoughts of cannibalism, even when other food is plentiful. 

Some of my favorite, closer to accurate interpretations of Wendigo:

Guy Davis’s wendigo for BPRD manages to stay mostly humanoid while still being nicely monstery and keeping a wintery vibe. It’s a personal favorite.

(Hellboy is so good you guys)

This one by Gavin Gray Valentine (ggvart.com) also captures the emaciated, cold feeling- with bonus antlers for the people who can’t seem to resist those. This one really conveys the wendigo’s nature as a living symbol of the kind of desperate hunger that can turn us all into monsters for the sake of survival.

Here’s a depiction by Norval Morrisseau, an Anishinaab/Ojibwe artist, that shows the size wendigos often reach in traditional legends, dwarfing the tents below.

Isn’t that more interesting than a deer-skull-headed guy with no meaning behind it?

Have your deer headed guys! I like the look too. But call them Jersey Devils, or forest spirits, or whatever Elias from Magnus Bride is, and let the Wendigo be what it is.

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its a great idea to turn this into a book please do and make racks on racks

“May you have a life of safety and peace”, said the witch, cursing the bloodthirsty warrior.

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yay, happy monster stories!!! *clapping my hands like a goofy little baby*

You’re in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.

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i love magicposting

You have been sentenced to death in a magical court. The court allows all prisoners to pick how they die and they will carry it out immediately. You have it all figured out until the prisoner before you picks old age and is instantly transformed into a dying old man. Your turn approaches.

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YESS I LOVE MAGIC

A desperate cleric slamming every healing spell so hard to bring someone back to life the ground is forced to grow plants and flowers around the body.

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my heart!!!! if you posted this one ao3 it would do numbers

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

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yes i love it!!!

You were once the demon king. “Defeated” by the hero, you went into hiding to pursue a simpler life. Today the “hero” has appeared, threatening you family to pay tribute, not realizing who you actually are. Today you show them what happens when you have something worth fighting to protect.

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yes yes yes yes faeposting lets goooo

Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.

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goat story

You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.

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this is wonderful

i love it

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

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tbh i didnt know you were supposed to be jerking off while you look at porn

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