#jar tattoo

[gossamerg1rl]

[miscelliteeous]

How on earth did I miss that the Renfield game got an updated poster? Last time I saw one it was the older one without the Lobos.

[flowerjam]

enjoying my new view (still very much healing and in pain but holy hell is it ever beautiful)

[packedandstrapped]

Did you get tickets to the new ink show?

[puppyeared]

Atla live action 😐

[kimmiessimmies]

The perfect earrings for the girl writing that honey story (aka me) 🐝

[sylviaplathink]

via @Golden Spiral-Studios on Facebook

goldenspiraltattoo.com, Greensboro, NC, USA

Tattoo done by @sierra_jacobs

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“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I  am, I am, I am.”

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 20, 1963

…

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

–Sylvia Plath,The Bell Jar, Chapter Seven, 1963

[boreink]

Crystal jar

@boreinkceramics

[snickerdoodlles]

Ray: my arm is injured!

also Ray: *moves arm leans on arm waves arm around*

[pingasnumanuma]

i remember a post about tf2 character headcanons on what kind of geeky interests they’d have and it made me think id like to do my own on Punch Out Wii guys but all I’ve got is Aran Ryan would be a brony

[gossamerg1rl]

[pastafossa]

I’m so sorry about your cat🥺🥺 I recently lost my childhood cat and it’s a feeling I wouldn’t wish on anyone. It completely broke my heart, and I’m so sorry you’re going through the same thing.

Sending you and your kitten lots of love and hugs❤️❤️❤️ please take care of yourself<3

From my heart to yours, I am so so sorry for your loss too. 😞It really is the worst part of having them with you, and when you've had them since you were young or just for a long time it gets hard to remember what it was like without them, or to figure out how you're going to cope with not having them around. I'm not sure what I'm going to do or even how I'll sleep without him there next to me like he always is. But I tell myself all of this grief is worth it considering how much love they give us over the years.

Lots of love to you, too, this is so hard to go through.

[deathbind]

Serot's own arsenal of spells and generally how he applies necrotic magic differs from modern day Anactaci. You can clearly see the foundation he laid, but it has been over a thousand years. The order has evolved considerably in that time. There's also the fact that he was reborn at level one and has structured his skills to suit his present needs, but [hand waves]

There are different sects and roles within the Anactaci who call on the Plane of Death in different ways, but certain generalities can be relied upon. Their magic is largely geared toward what would be considered divination. They are the bridge between this life and the next, the messengers of eternity. They commune both with the souls of the dead and with spirits — chiefly spirits / entities on the Plane of Death but spirits of all types, including those like Refhremmit. Indeed, every City of Eternity has one Anactaci dedicated to communing with their patron. It is a sacred office.

Beyond that, their magic is deeply focused on the soul and the threshold between life and death. They are adept at identifying and countering curses or maladies of the soul. They are adept at identifying and addressing possessions or spiritual attachments. The skilled can manipulate the ravages of time on a body or object (a skill shared with the Manthu). The most skilled of all can leave their bodies behind to inhabit ritually prepared objects; these become the teachers of the Anactaci and keepers of the deepest mysteries.

Yes of course, they animate and preserve corpses, either directly or by calling a spirit to inhabit it. This is part of Meketi funerary rites. But, simply making dead things move is only part of their skillset. Indeed, it's the most basic part.

Anactaci are bound by sacred oaths to turn their magic to holy purpose and with a thought for balance always. However, a truly irate or unscrupulous Anactaci could do serious damage. Particularly if they are skilled. Insidious curses and nigh-undetectable possessions (i.e. slowly driving a person to madness with ill luck or nightmares; far worse curses are possible). Yanking a person's soul directly from their body, either holding it captive or causing it to become lost. Learning secrets from spirits or from souls that can utterly destroy a person. Causing them to rapidly age, turning to sun-bleached bone before their eyes, one limb at a time. Or causing them to wither, then return to their correct age, then wither, then return to their correct age — over and over until they don't know whether they're alive or dead. If capable of severing their soul from their body, they can possess others directly, influencing or totally overriding their will. They might not touch a person at all; they might sap all life from their home instead.

Fortunately, such corrupt Anactaci are rare — and swiftly dealt with.

[vaingod]

shout out to me getting my barely a uterus removed on my birth month, she will NOT be making any future generations

[pantacottaink]

Timcanpy

Saddest character d**th in dgm

So why not make it a tattoo design lmao

[sylviaplathink]

via @bloodxmoontattoo on @nico_blahh

Lisa Simpson reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

           The Simpsons, Season 20, Episode 11, “How The Test Was Won”