My husband crafted this special pot, inscribed with symbols of protection and painted using a pottery glaze that he made using ashes from our hearth.
A House Leek was ritually planted within this pot before it was placed atop our roof to help protect the home from both Spiritual Malefice and Dangerous Weather—a piece of ancient Anglo-Saxon folk-magic that is dear to my family.
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Sybil Leek - Star Speak: Your Body Language From The Stars - Arbor House - 1975
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it’s been implied before but we’ve not yet said it aloud together. griddlehark is wlw greg/rowley
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gods. do you think I'll be brave enough tomorrow to eat one of the raw potato chunks in the fridge and see if I have an allergic rxn to it
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listen i am all for magical realism but a vichyssoise? in 1899??
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Common house leek plant in the stone crop family.
@@ Look how this little guy spirals in the pot! That's so neat! And then it waterfalls over the sides these smaller little stems. Waterfallin little funky guy.
These are an incredibly bushy and fun little plant. They’re easy to grow and pretty nice to watch trail around. Probably would make a neat terrarium. If anyone wants one please contact me! I’ll be happy to send you some!
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k&f and fothos my two absolute favorite podcasts but a crossover between them would be horrendous. most chaotic slapstick nothing ever gets explained in the slightest absolute banger soundtrack production of all time. kane would probably have to go into hiding during the clown scare. brutus gets glamoured by a hampire. kane and fuzzo ultimate crazy bitch fight while brutus and valborg trade stories on the sidelines. dankent has succumbed to the best breakfast in twomi st. dunstans
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"babygirl you're like a shallot to me" perhaps funniest sentence to ever come out of the locked tomb fandom
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you are john. it has been, what, like eight or ten months since you sent out the notices about the new round of lyctor trials? you have a weird dream one night and decide, on a whim, to check in on how the trials are going.
you phone home (its not home, home is gone). no one picks up. thats weird, and kind of concerning, so you go to check. canaan house is empty, even of the constructs you left to act as bodies for the partitioned bit of your soul-conglomerate you left there. there seem to be a lot of weird zombies on various continents. whoops, looks like some of the partitions of your soul-network need to be tuned up. well, you can do that after you figure out where the contestants went.
an extensive round of investigation later, you land on the ninth. yep, that sure does seem to be the missing contestants. and the canaan house priests. and cytherea is here, for some reason. probably plotting against you. and... oh, annabel, good morning.
while you are getting stabbed by your cavalier, you cant help but notice that it looks like some of the contestants did, in fact, achieve lyctorhood. but uh, definitely not the way they were supposed to.
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I was asked to do a fandub of The Collector from Owl House :D What a cheeky character ;3 Hehehehe...
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if the leaks are real then i am a psychic
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