#Alliteration

[jvgsjeff]

In Wild World Wednesday, Whitney the white wolf welcomed the winter weather.

[trashgoblin7]

Charles wanted to be called Dead Dude Detectives, but Edwin didn’t understand.

[doctor-seamonster]

Here's some things you might not know about elon musk!

His ancestors were Dutch colonials in what is now South Africa and he was born in 1971, the year of the pig on the Chinese zodiac.

One of his business ventures is named "The Boring Company", a pun about how they manufacture drilling equipment.

He's also well known for being ill-mannered and crass, while also being tedious and uninteresting company.

Which means that Elon Musk is a boring boorish boer boar bore.

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

Stimulation

Shattered by

SIlence

Sounds so

Serene

[anarchytaco]

Large Lobsters Lounging at a Library.

Illustration done by me.

[pabuthefirecat]

Fuzzy fluffy furball faces

⏳... following further frustrating photos ...⌛

Finally, fine feline faces!

For Friday Fun

[doorhanginoffthehinges]

neil, tfc: i don’t do drugs

abby: that’s sounds like something someone who does drugs would say

[prinxlegolass]

6000 years

6000 years

And on Earths 6000th birthday he found out he wasn't his...?

[violetsanders]

I have a slight feeling that Logan may like alliterations, as twice now (to my knowledge) he has taken common phrases and turned them into alliterations.

Such as:

Thinking cap- conjugating cap

And

Break a leg- Fracture a femur (honestly really like that one)

Sorry, I don't know the episodes these are first said in, but if you find more examples, please say them!

[redularium]

Hollis so lovely :]

Lucky is helpful :]

plus doodles that i probably wont finish

[dougielombax]

So.

If we could STOP using autism/autistic as an INSULT, that would be great.

Thanks.

The same goes for the r-slur. You know the one.

Keep that shit in 2016.

Along with cringe culture, shitty mean spirited conservative “memes”, and platforming fascists for the sake of “balance”.

Among other such ghastly things.

[jvgsjeff]

Pascal popped up to provide some profound prose pertaining to ants.

See today's alliterative blog entry.

[getterkuma]

Rapidly Remembering Reality

I have a fever.

And the only prescription? Writing alliterative lines starting with R for the Seventh Doctor.

[acklum]

Push me

and I fall far and fast

in a maelstrom of momentum

tumbling towards the terrible

distance

of despair.

Shout

and air ascends around me

thick with the threat of thunder

Bright bolts burn

flashing

from fingertips

Leave

and the way the wind whistles

through mists of madness makes me

forget to feel fear

I’m finally fading

and falling

still

-acklum

[whiterosebrian]

Eight Chants to Reach Yggdrasil

A while back, I wrote a series of poetic chants meant to enter a meditative state as magical practitioner.  I recently realized that I would be better served with chants focused on connecting to Yggdrasil, the cosmic tree in Nordic-Germanic mythos, as a means to mentally enter the wider numinous reality.  Thus, I worked on a new batch centered around world tree in mind.  Some have rhymes and others have alliterations, while a couple break from the pattern of quatrains.  I intended to focus on different thematic and symbolic aspects of Yggdrasil.

I walk towards the World Tree

As a pilgrim seeking power, wisdom,

And healing along the heights and the depths.

With sincere respect I receive the gifts.

Like the old volvas and wizards,

Along with shamans of different lands,

Along with Odin and his twin birds,

I bond with the tree as my mind expands.

I gaze upon the greatest tree

Holy wells water the roots.

Deities gather to fulfill their duties.

The branches reach and embrace all.

My ancestors worship at sacrosanct trees.

Gods and kindred join their reality.

A birthright resides within my flesh.

I am ready to approach the powers and be blessed.

Yggdrasil, the cosmic ash, is the key.

Four stags feed on the leaves

Near the top of the World Tree.

Dewdrops that gather on the antlers of Durathor,

Dwalin, Dain, and Duneyr fall

To the rivers flowing within our realm,

Where the kindred wait for human contact.

Yggdrasil grows among the stars,

Deep in the heart of the glittering cosmos.

My mind and heart will travel far

And also find Yggdrasil close.

For now, I leave everyday life,

Abandoning the comforts of common reality.

I find my way through the fertile dark.

Now I approach the magnificent ash.

Through windy nights, Odin hanged,

Thirsting and bleeding, from a massive tree.

Upon revival, he joyfully sang

Runic songs to share with everybody.

[rhunedhel]

This is a short snippet from my ongoing translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knght.