Let me make this very clear:
When it comes to Hellenic Polytheism, there is no human religious authority, especially not one that stands before or speaks for the gods.
It does not matter what someone tells you. It does not matter if they claim to be a priestess/priest of X deity or a messenger for Y deity. It does not matter what their supposed past life was like. It does not matter if they claim to be the literal fucking Oracle of Apollo.
No one has the right to tell you how to worship the gods. No one has the right to assert their authority over your religion.
And most of all, remember that people can and do lie.
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i hate how commodity and capitalism has ruined so much storytelling . i hate how sequels and prequels and whatever else all ring like merch sales; i hate that i as an author have to include any social media following i have as a marketable trait; i hate that everything feels like a xerox of a copy of a dream of a memory.
i hate that my nostalgia has been turned into profit. i hate that companies fear consumer backlash so no real commentary may be made; i hate that companies care more about quantity over quality. i hate that so many artists and creators are being overworked to the point of complete collapse rather than being allowed to tell the story their way. i hate that every point of representation has to be fought for. i hate it i want us all to go back to living in a cave .
when you sit with friends over a bonfire and the night is getting long and people start telling this slow, almost hypnotic story - in this quiet voice, like they don't expect you to listen while they say the most fucked up shit you've ever heard - that is storytelling. who cares if the punchline is car hand hook door. storytelling has always been about community, about us all sitting in the dark, choosing to fill the silence while the last embers are dying. we forgot that storytelling is spellwork. hallucinating together, our breaths held, waiting for the ending we already knew was coming.
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'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasn’t actually trans.
I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.
About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: “Well, of course I feel sexy putting on women’s clothing and having a woman’s body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, won’t that probably mean it’ll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?”'
-Casey Plett, Consciousness
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Finally caught up on Protocol's "Well Run" episode and I gotta be right in the same alley as Johnny: for real, does anyone really can find that repulsive creature of the most rancid British nobility anything more than the absolute enemy and monster she is?
Might be my south american blood just fucking thruming with horror and contempt at that tale of aristrocracy and how it could be a pretty realistic situation without eldritch powers in it. The moment that lady spoke, my argentinian soul raged with centuries of sovereignty struggle against lords like that one and started singing the San Martín hymns and my eyes saw Rojo Punzó. My body started moving in its own to boil water and toss it over my balcony to stop british invaders as if I was in 1806. I was about to get on a boat and travel to Malvinas to retrieve it myself with a box cutter.
Bonzo can be hot, the Boneturner can be hot, slimy Elias Bouchard even, anyone, I don't care, love is love, is all super ok. Except on this. The old nobility of the empire? What the hell? no-huh, Only valid kink shame in history. Tossin that shit to oblivion, to beyond the solar system. Yeeting that shit out of this galaxy. Sorry people. Of all the elegible bachellor monsters to choose!
On a more important note: my favorite tale so far, really struck the chords of true hatred and horror within me, it was amazing! Acting was superb as well.
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hi guys massive trigger warning for bugs and gore but like
one of my all time favorite ideas i’ve come up with for immortal whumpees is peeling back their epidermis and planting larvae inside, and then stitching it back up and waiting for the bugs to hatch. is it physically possible? probably not! but god damn if not for pain it’s still a sensory nightmare. i created this idea for a character of mine named callum. i love him a lot. even if he wants to put bugs under people’s skin.
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When Lucifer cups Sam's face so gently and Sam's horrified expression shifts slightly and he's just standing there staring forward and then he's trying to convince Dean he needs to go see Lucifer and he's like. Lucifer TOUCHED me. And I felt CALM. And he says it. through his disgust. I feel literally sick to my stomach.
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[Through gritted teeth] I still hold firm to the belief that civilians should never be the targets in a war, however. The people of Israel are making it extremely fucking difficult to remember that belief. Doubly so when they're very willingly placing themselves into the war effort to make the life of innocents living hell
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Why do you not have a tag for your weird tickling/tickler stuff? I don't want to be mean, it's just I really hate seeing them and there's no tag to block.
I try to keep everything sorted by fandom, but if it’s really that big of an issue, I guess I can start tagging things. I know my blog is a hot mess, I know I need to keep it organized better, but I can’t really find it in me to try & get things organized. One of these days tho, I do plan on bringing some order to this dumpster fire
But if you really think it’s that weird, you can always just… leave. My interest is clearly not yours, & that’s fine! To each their own & all, but that is the kind of content I post the most. Not the only thing, but it is the majority (what can I say? I started young, built up a brand, & now people Expect Things™️)
I’m sorry if you found me through the normal tags & ended up at the freakshow lol
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as people talk about the racism in dracula i noticed no one had mentioned yet that slavery for romani people had only ended around 40 years or so before the novel is set, which adds a darker turn on the idea of roma helping him, as well as including them in the story the way that stoker did - these are people that he probably once owned - which makes it so much more insulting
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