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Rules for the Woods
If the corvids are warning you then listen
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emyluwinter · 20 days
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Yuu sees during Ace and Deuce's duel against Riddle in the first chapter how Crowley is going to break the mirror to start the duel.. Yuu is completely confused. - What…Don't hit the mirror, you fool, it's 7 years of failures!! Crowley breaks the mirror and looks at them in the same confusion - What are you talking about, Prefect?! -Bad luck!!
Yuu after chapter 7. -I TOLD YOU NOT TO HIT THE MIRROR, AND THAT'S WHAT IT LED TO!!! The prefect sarcastically mimics the voice and manner of speech of the Director - OveRblOt are rARe, it's SAfe hEre, there's nOthing tO woRRy about. YEAH. I SEE IT.
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alienssstufff · 7 months
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that one tango stream of mostly just etho decked out 2 runs
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raksha-the-demon · 1 year
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The fact that Mina, with a straight face, calls people "very very superstitious" for reacting to the burn mark she got from touching a piece of Holy Cracker that had been Spiritually Imbued With Jesus because she was Spiritually Tainted by an immortal monster that she and her friends are trying to ritualistically Destroy And Purify in order to Cleanse Mina's Soul
Girl I love you but do you hear yourself?
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shroudthecursedone · 1 month
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padawansuggest · 1 year
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Dooku: I would like to once more, ask to babysit the feral one this weekend.
Qui-Gon: I already gave you Xanatos to keep him from biting the new baby, idk what you want.
Dooku: See. When I asked. For the feral one. I meant the new baby. Xanatos is to big for lap cuddles and doesn’t let me tuck him in at night. No fun.
Qui-Gon: …are you implying that Obi-Wan, my sweet baby boy Obi-Wan, who likes soft forehead kisses and still sleeps on his tummy with his bottom up, is, the feral one???
Dooku: *who has seen the child seize and start talking about wars past, who saw him bite Xanatos almost taking a chunk out of his arm last year, who has found the little one hiding under a caff table and growling while trying to hunt people that pass by, whose become fluent in Grunt because Obi-Wan needs to growl sometimes* …yeah he’s a lil bit feral, you know.
Qui-Gon: *whose babiest of baby’s can do no harm* …hmm… yeah I guess I can see it. You want Grandmaster time this weekend? What for?
Dooku: *it’s for the exorcism probably but he’s not telling Qui that* I wanna take him to the park.
Qui-Gon: Oh that sounds lovely, have fun!
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cosmermaid · 10 months
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I wonder if there’s going to be a resurgence in maritime superstitions after this Oceangate debacle.
Like, it’s pretty common knowledge that historically, sailors are or were a very superstitious bunch. And how could they not be? On the sea you can take every safety precaution there is, and things can still go wrong. You can still see things in the water or in the darkness of the open sea that you’ll never be able to explain or understand. This is a common experience of naval sailors to this day, you can find plenty of Ask Reddit threads about it.
The sea cannot be tamed. It is the most powerful force on this planet. You can do everything right and it can still take everything and never give it back.
And now you have five dead rich men that will never resurface. All because Stockton Rush tempted fate in every possible way. He did everything wrong in regards to concrete safety precautions. He boasted. He named his submersible after a sunken ship. He married somebody descended from people that the sea had already claimed.
Maybe this part is just me being a bit of a romanticist, but the titan is actually a very different vessel from the Titanic. Despite the arrogant boasting surrounding the Titanic’s maiden voyage, and the arrogance of the Captain, the Titanic was a large vessel that was crafted with care and attention to detail. The Titanic had purpose. It was built with fail safes in mind to prevent sinking. It was meant to be a luxurious experience for those on board. Even third class cabins, though small, were meant to be elegant, clean and comfortable for those staying in them. And the sea took it’s time claiming the titanic, almost as if it was savoring it.
But the Titan was none of those things. It was an idle vessel for people who had no need to be there. It was small. Uncomfortable. Built with carelessness, with no attention to detail what so ever. And it had the gall to name itself after the magnificent liner that it came to crawl over. It didn’t fail on it’s maiden voyage in such a dramatic fashion. Instead the ocean crushed it like an annoying gnat that kept coming back.
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apple-piety · 2 months
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I’m sick of having to censor my language and beliefs in order to save face in my community. I am polytheistic. I am pagan. I believe in many gods. I worship many gods. I speak to the gods and they speak back. I can hear them. I can see them. I have conversations with them. I believe in faeries. I have faeries that are my friends and live in my house. I give them offerings and they help with the chores. They also take my things and play other practical pranks, just like the old stories said. I know their names. I speak to them and they speak back. I believe in ghosts and spirits. I grew up in a haunted house. I’m psychic. I can speak to the dead. I have spoken to both living and dead animals. I’m superstitious. I find comfort in old wives tales. I am spiritually powerful. I will speak my truth, even if it makes me yet another witch on the outskirts. So be it. That is my destiny.
Khairete.
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cthulhusstepmom · 10 months
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Evidence that Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish is not what he seems-Lt. SR:
Soap smells like rain, it took a while to put it together because it's not Soap himself that emits the odor, it just follows him. It's less potent inside and when it's sunny outdoors but if you concentrate it's always there.
He has never been observed touching a gun or grenades without gloves. Almost every other explosive he handles with no regard for his own safety gloves.
HE EATS WEIRD SHIT. While he doesn't eat much of the food on offer from the cafe, he does eat consistently when outdoors, usually plants or flowers. Things he has eaten: dandelions(edible), garlic(edible), thistle(edible but he ate it with the thorns), foxglove(toxic, showed no adverse reaction), Several unidentified flowers and berries, grass(technically edible?) Etc.
Will sometimes refuse to enter a place before abruptly going in. The data is not consistent between different buildings or locations. Further research is required.
Sharp teeth.
Groups things in nonsensical ways. He will only fill a magazine with bullets that total a multiple of 7 or 3. The same for what weights he uses in the gym. When drawing or eating he sorts by 4s. He traded his room to get #13 (right next door, coincidence?).
Cameras will not focus on him, whether photo or video he is never in focus regardless of distance or conditions.
He has never once been in medical for more than half an hour, usually much less. Even though his hands have light burns on them almost constantly.
Dogs hate him. He seems ambivalent towards them and he's never been bit that Ive seen. Cats adore him as do birds.
John MacTavish does not blush. Not for lack of trying even when genuinely flustered or hot, his skin does not flush.
Ghost sets down the small notebook with a minute sound of frustration. The evidence is all there but looking at it, what does it really say? Other than that he's an obsessive creep. A series of quirks and coincidences compiled by a paranoid son of a bitch into a fucking stalker journal. But still, Simon can't help but feel like he's right and he'd be dead a million times over if he simply disregarded his intuition. Even if it is something batshit insane.
At this point however it seems that it'll drive him mad far before it yields any answers. After scouring what little resources were comprehensible on the internet he'd started growing out his hair, intent on tying it in knots to prevent charms. Leaving him with a problem he'd not encountered since he'd first donned the mask: unruly curls and balaclavas don't mix well at all. He'd also kept a piece of stale bread in his pocket for days as he'd read it was a repellent to- and he can't even believe he's considering it-fairies. It backfired, if anything Johnny had been more attached to him and even more touchy than usual. He'd left a small deli cup full of coffee creamer outside his door overnight and found it neatly placed upside down where he'd left it with not a drop left. Ghost chalked that up to some wise guy playing a joke or an exceptionally dextrous cat and firmly shut the door on any other possibilities in his mind. His next test had been a gift of clothing mixed with complements, he'd read that both were likely to drive away any Other. It hadn't been a very extravagant gift, a new pair of gloves and a gruff "well done Johnny" but at the time it had seemed to be the final nail in the coffin as Soap had gone white as a sheet(he can do that but he can't blush???) and scurried off. A quiet dread had filled his stomach the whole day until Soap turned up at dinner, a little quieter than usual but wearing his new gloves and eating more than usual(a scoop and a half of mashed potatoes with 4 packets of butter and 2 packets of sour cream as well as a cookie. The main course of spaghetti and meatballs went untouched though Gaz snapped it up before it could truly go to waste). Though when Ghost returned to his room late that night after trudging through hours of paperwork he found a pile of tiny, aromatic, pink flowers on the floor in front of his door and on top of them a shiny metal comb. Simon's tired brain hardly stopped to think of any of the dire warnings he'd found on forum posts and folklore sites alike, crouching and tenderly retrieving the piece from its bed of flora, careful not to crush any of the tiny blooms. Well... With all the knots in his hair-purposeful and otherwise-he's going to need a sturdy comb anyway.
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ranilla-bean · 6 months
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culture tips for writing asian settings: ghosts of war (spoopy edition)
for halloween, let's talk about ghosts in asia—specifically ghosts as a legacy of the japanese invasion of the asia-pacific. the asian pacific rim is filled with ghost stories, especially at sites of japanese wartime atrocities.
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i tend to argue that the fire nation, culturally, draws on southeast asia but without a doubt its industrialised imperialism and wide-ranging atrocities is influenced by japan in ww2. there's a lot of fertile ground for fan creators to explore the legacies of that trauma and, in a world where the veil between the spirit and physical world is so permeable, ghosts can be an excellent entry point.
my grandpa, never a superstitious man, was a child in southern china during the japanese invasion. amid the slaughter around him, he experienced something disturbing: one night, all his lamps blew out, a rooster started to crow, and outside in the moonlight he saw the shadow of a headless figure walking about. terrified, he started to recite sutras—and the figure disappeared.
my partner's family built a house on a vacant plot in the philippines and experienced paranormal activity for years. when a priest came to exorcise the house, my partner saw him chase a shadow up the stairs. an unseen force also gouged claw marks into their wall. the family eventually discovered they had built the house over a japanese burial site.
these aren't the only stories. ghosts of the tormented and their tormentors lace hong kong, malaysia, singapore, the philippines, indonesia, and more. if we think of ghosts as spirits who linger because of resentment or unfinished business, there's something tragic about their manifestation as a legacy of japanese occupation. it speaks to the cruelty they were subjected to, the unnatural circumstances of their death: soldiers tortured, women enslaved for sex, civilians beheaded.
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there's so much room for ghosts to explore the legacy of war and trauma in atla. ghosts confront us with the past. ghosts seek to assert power and dominance over place, perhaps the same places where they had been disempowered. they evoke fear but also compassion. what do you think might be some places still haunted—literally—by the fire nation's imperialism?
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Rules for the Woods
If you see person or a pet that has passed on in the woods, Do not go towards them.
That isn't your loved one.
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musingmedia · 10 months
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I've been sent by my employer to invite you to his world famous amusement park, Spooky Island!
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great-and-small · 1 year
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Me in high school reading about the Ancient Greek practice of Ornithomancy: Lol that’s so silly they really thought they could predict things about the future based on the random shit that birds do 😂
Me as an adult after seeing a swallow-tailed kite on my drive to work: oh my god that was everything. What a blessing. It is going to be the most beautiful perfect day. Everything is gonna go my way now I can just feel it
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Like to charge and reblog to manifest
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mudpuddless · 1 year
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circumventing the sweater curse by knitting something to my own measurements knowing fully well that my girlfriend wears the same size and will steal my clothing given half a chance
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