#Is the ritualist

[chamoemileclown]

Carre really carried and then red team devolved into madness when he left

[fan-a-tink]

I hadn't realised how dear this one was to me until we lost it in the tournament... but I think it's because the moment mirrors this one from ep1 but now Edwin's eyes linger on the touch, because so much has changed.. idk it just hit me today that there is so much in that small gesture...

[redmyeyes]

DANIEL CRAIG and DEREK JACOBI Love Is the Devil: Study for a Portrait of Francis Bacon (1998)

[ekingstonart]

for an anonymous benefactor who asked for super-soft supercorp: do you guys ever think about dying the moments of tenderness Kara and Lena get to share now that canon can no longer get in the way?

After this illustration by Joe Bowler

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[froznwater]

Ritualist - Perform a blood ritual on a player at night. If you guess the correct role you will deal an Unstoppable Attack to the player.

Coven Leader - Kill all who would oppose the Coven.

Dreamweaver - You may invade the dreams of your target and attempt to drive them Insane.

Get out of town >:)

lil timelapse or whateva >:)

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

good morning, today i am thinking about dragon god shen yuan, tea, and rituals, so have a few scattered thoughts on the theme:

every cang qiong peak lord has at least one tea pet fashioned after the sect’s god. for the ones who consider themselves tea connoisseurs (shen qingqiu, qi qingqi, and the presently unnamed lords of the agricultural and engineering peaks), the dragon god tea pet only comes out for ceremonial/ritualistic use, though for those who rarely have gongfu cha, the dragon god is likely the only tea pet they have. when new disciples are admitted, the dragon god tea pet is part of the tea ceremony. pouring tea over it is treated as an offering to him.

cang qiong has a few sect-wide festivals annually. one is a multi-day festival honoring ascended peak lords, with one full day dedicated to the founding lords. there is a temple on the dragon god’s mountain, and during the peak lord festival, the current peak lords bring a small delegation (usually their head or most senior disciple, the eldest member of their peak, and two or three of the innermost inner disciples) to light incense and pray. this ceremony opens and closes with the zui xuan peak lord brewing a large pot of tea, and each member of the group offering the dragon god a cup (by pouring it over him). it’s treated as an invitation for luck and an expression of gratitude for protection from evil.

shen yuan didn’t drink much tea in his first life. he knew how to prepare and serve it properly, mostly for the sake of entertaining his mother’s friends and his father and brothers’ business associates, but he really didn’t drink much on his own

dragon god shen yuan always smells vaguely of the tea that cang qiong’s agricultural peak is famous for—tian gong jasmine tea. it’s near impossible to purchase and rare outsiders have had the occasion to try it. the leaders of the great sects have each tried it, and when lbh becomes ruler of the demon realm, the peace treaty between his empire and cang qiong is finalized over a pot shared between himself and yue qingyuan. it is also, coincidentally, both the tea offered most frequently to shen yuan and his favorite to drink.

because of all the tea offerings while he was hibernating in dragon mode, when the system finally allows shen yuan to wake up properly and attend to his sect, he’s developed a really strong taste for tea. he can distinguish stages of fermentation within two or three days just by taste, and for tea that was grown in the tian gong range he can describe things like the tea’s growing conditions, including weather, soil quality, and spiritual strength of the cultivators who tended to/processed the trees and leaves. shen yuan finds this extremely odd knowledge to just Have

the second-best pot of tea shen yuan has had in 700 years is the one that luo binghe prepares for him when he takes binghe as his personal disciple. the best pot of tea is the one luo binghe prepares for him on their wedding day.

[cipheramnesia]

"Luigi Mangione was framed" is such a gentle and calming phrase to me, it doesn't need anything after it. Sure and likely enough, with the NYCPD alone, sure, sure. And with no trial and no conviction and no real reason to argue, yes, it's right and fair to say it. Luigi Mangione was framed.

You know they're gonna kill him anyway.

[theworldwedreamabout]

hey guys not to interrupt the (very legitimate) fixation on the orpheus/eurydice, innie/outie conflict, and seth milchick theatre kid of it all, but I think we’re glossing over the goat sacrifice a bit too quickly. because what do you MEAN the goats are sacrificial animals meant to guide the souls of the dead to “kier’s doorstep”???

[quillpokebiology]

Something I find very interesting as a researcher is the fact that all pokemon (accept Nihilego, maybe) have their own 'languages' and cultures. Weavile draw symbols on trees to communicate with other Weavile, and I don't think we tall enough how big of a deal that is. These pokenon have their own writing system, and we're NOT talking about it?

Tinkaton make little towns out of discarded metals or on mountains and even have scheduled gatherings where they trade metals with each other.

Bisharp have their own groups and may even have a writing system, just like Weavile. They make tools like baskets and use their claws to give messages.

I know it may not seem like much, but it's just so interesting to me. I tried asking Joker (my orbeetle) about it because Orbeetle are really smart and he has found ways to communicate with me via telepathy, but all I really get from him are things about pokepuffs or wanting to rewatch A Bug's Life. But, one time, I asked him about Orbeetle Culture and he said something about space. Granted, I caught him as a young Blipbug so I dont really know how much he knows, but I'll take it!

Anyways, I'm probably going to make a series explaining different pokemon behaviors and all of that, lol

[coquelicoq]

[ID: Panel from chapter 104 of Natsume's Book of Friends. Natori and Matoba are doing an exorcism together. They each have an elaborate spell inked onto their right hand. /end ID]

i think they're both right-handed (see ch 54 for matoba and ch 80 for natori, just for example), so. they drew these charms on each other right. ugh. talk about constructing intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men. like well well well what have we here. the rituals are literally rituals. and would you look at that. they're fucking intricate.

[fishareglorious]

fellas is it gay to visit your athlete rival who you haven't seen in ten years just so you can tell her that you want to see her and you miss her and also goad her into getting back into the olympics so you can see the light in her eyes again

[sunnysideblogup]

Heard a lot of people saying that the pacing was messed up for this episode and the yellowjackets collective decision to kill came but personally I liked that it all came crashing down at once. In one episode we see that small storylines from the very beginning of the season - Mari's dripping noise, Akilah's mouse - are all in fact symptoms of the hunger that has slowly been eating away (ha) at the girls' respective and collective psyches. The realisation that they are all about to die comes about very immediately, but only because they've all been deluding themselves these past few episodes. They've been slowly wasting away and they didn't realise until it was almost too late, and at that point drastic action is needed.

[a-stitch-in-time-and-space]

kai winn is one of the most tragic characters in star trek canon. shaped by occupation, by violence, and by the fates decreed by literal god-like beings that know and affect the future, and always trying to honour the rights of these gods without ever being given direction from them, while others who haven't suffered for them or at times people who don't even really believe in them are granted visions and support. she's guided by what she has before her, and she's steadfast about honouring her ideals right up until the the final straw breaks her back, and it takes a long time for that straw to land. and even that turning is apparently beyond her control, fated to have happened the whole time. she was never in control of her destiny and her destiny was never to honour her gods like she desperately wanted to

textbook shakespearian classic tragedy. you perform the exact role that you are meant to perform and you're lauded for it, except for perhaps those naysayers who don't understand or who weren't worthy of the status they have to begin with by all accounts of the rules that have always applied until now, until suddenly (or so gradually that you didn't notice the change) that role becomes something villainous, and then you shun the people who abandoned you first. it was always going to end this way. she was never going to be okay. she was never going to get answers. the narrative is the prophets and the prophets were always bringing her right here. the betrayal of it all.

[lifegrowsfromashes]

the most brutal thing about the cactus ring is the bare-handedness of it all.

scar’s death is slow and painful, and every point of damage is dealt out by grian’s hands. there’s not point of disconnection between him and a sword, or a bow or anything. he is literally killing his best friend with his bare hands.

and he can feel the blood. he can feel the cracks in his knuckles. he feels it all. they both start laughing so they don’t think about it, but they can feel each other dying. and at the end of the games it won’t matter; and at the end of the games they’ll see each other again, but grian will still have murdered scar, and will still have done it with his own two hands.

scar fades into dust and grian looks around, feeling sick. his body has disappeared but his blood remains. on his hands. it sets the sand of the desert and turns it into yellow-brown clumps. everything is hot and uncomfortable. he breathes heavily. he can hear the voices, from the other side. and he thinks of scar as he jumps.

and then they’re back, in the void, and they look at each other. grian is bloody and scar is eerily untouched. they try not to think about the last time they had touched each other. grian tries to break the tension with a joke, but it falls flat. they simply stare at each other, with the strange of knowledge of how it felt to try to kill each other.

[peachdues]

“Girls’ sleepovers are so boring, all they do it’s talk shit —“ I once made a blood pact with my entire handbell choir during a full moon