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lilygoat · 1 year
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Watch "American Witch (animated)" on YouTube
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psychopomp-recital · 1 year
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I figured I should probably write a little get to know me shouldn’t I? 😂 Forgive me most of my tumblr experience is the 2010’s Voltron fandom lmao
❗️I mostly use mobile! So I’m sorry for weird formatting! ❗️
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I am an Omnist/Animist, initiated Death Worker & North American folk practitioner. I’ve been on this specific path for nearly a decade now but I have been somewhat “magical” my entire life, my family just doesn’t call it that. (Example being taught tarot at 10, and folk healing at 13)
Most of my experience lies in…
• Southern USA Folk Magic
• Spirit Guidance
• Grave Care
• Death Magic
• Ancestor Veneration
• Baneful Protection
• Music Magic
• Storm Magic
• Polytheism (mostly Irish)
• Divination
• Herbalism
• Fire & Water Magic (+ Sea Magic)
• Hearth Practice
• Irish-American Folk Magic
But this list isn’t everything I’ve ever done, just what I have the most experience with!
I encourage questions about my practice and I am always, always, always attempting to learn more!! So please interact with me I am happy to talk!!
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A little about me personally!
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Picrew - lizzylovesdoodles
This is a safe space for everyone!
I’m Queer. I’m also Dyslexic and have ARFID & ADHD. Don’t be an asshole please!
OTHER BLOGS
“Main” - I don’t use it but it’s technically the base blog, so if I follow you it’s that account. - @wanderers-inn
Brigid Devotional Blog - @oh-my-little-hearth
Ariadne Devotional Blog - @red-thread-and-constellations
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PERSONAL TAGS
Digital Journal Entries - #MyPsychopompJournal
Advice/Tips/Hot Takes - #PsychopompRambling
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bixels · 4 months
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Hot to the Touch
(Sunset x Thea)
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graveyardrebellion · 1 year
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Part II: American Witch
(Watch and read this one second)
This is where it really gets good imo
The Witch returns from the dead, seemingly hundreds of years later, to gather an army of darkness and battle against a great evil (which interestingly enough takes the form of a vast red giant rising from a lake of blood. Now given that she is explicitly American and seems to symbolically represent America as an idea, what does that sound like to you? America versus a giant red enemy?)
It seems that her time beyond the veil has only deepened her malefic power and her black knowledge of the craft!
Idk if this video will display properly on your blog since the song is copyrighted and it was posted on a non-official channel, but I’m sending you this one anyway because you gotta see the animation created by David Hartman to get the full experience- the song is great but the visuals tell the real story -and I can’t find an official version uploaded on Rob Zombie’s channels!
If you pause and unpause rapidly through the flashing sections of the video you can see many split-second frames of warped and demonic beings seeming to look upon you with the promise of death!
Welcome to my childhood lmao. See how I am the way I am?
DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE THEIR DREAMS COME FROM?
Ya sure it’s the same witch? She wears something different and doesn’t have the mask. Also bc of what you’ve said I kinda expected her to get revenge on the Lords of Salem.
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indigaux · 1 year
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Naomi Native depicted as Oshun, Yoruba goddess of love, beauty, and fertility
Created by A.J. Hamilton
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riveroracle · 1 year
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Lie Down in the Evening
By Christina, River.Oracle
Some days I wake up like an ox
I earned these stout stone shoulders
I learned to carry her
In the vast empty cold, alone
I marvel at my strength like the rock wall reaching heaven
This cliff is where the angels jump.
Some days I only carry my feet.
If it's a cloud or only the snow in the wind, I can't tell the difference.
I haven't seen a green thing for so long I tried to grow leaves inside of me
There's too much stone in my soil,
Like the land where I was born
Some days I am the bison
Unyielding under the weight of a million carcasses who came before me
I try to paint their bones but there are so so many
Instead they carve into my skin and bones and remind me of the grassland my mother once knew
The earth combs her hair
And stillness falls away, a petal in the wind
Some days I am only dust.
Peace looks like surrender to the wind.
Her tears sting my face as they crash down from heaven,
I think clouds are another world.
If I could just reach my hands into her nothingness and draw them out like something new and unborn
If I could be the seed, reaching, still blind under the soil
The sun has yet to hit my face
I am cold and some days I'm comfortable that way
It's the moon who has seen me, shedding, writhing
A dance that no man would recognize
Her gentle kiss is the key to my stuck ribs
Some days I am the black walnut tree
I mark black every finger print that ever touched me
Sometimes it's love, but you'd never know if it wasn't.
When the night falls in like leaping into the abyss,
The stars are easy for my tired eyes.
They paint me in colors I could only hope to learn.
The dark settling under the trees like so many ravens, beckons me away from the fire.
Lifeless, still, I collapse
My bones tumble in a hollow clatter
In the dirt, I lie, jumbled, unafraid of the dead things
Sometimes I think I'm one of them
Or I wish to be, I feel my skin
Piece by piece, opening to let the earth in
The earth opens and lets me in too.
When the dawn strikes me I will remember the lightning
It struck me like I've never been struck
But I have.
I've only forgotten the embrace of the thunder.
I rise again on feeble legs
And there lies the ox, the bison
I wonder if I am one of them.
Their pelt stripped away, their hearts and kidneys and so much blood exposed.
I think I remember the seed I was
I try to imagine it, before the wind kissed me
Before the moon became my lover
Before I needed the ox's shoulders.
I wonder if bison ever kneel before the sunset
If they bow their horns to kiss the beloved earth
I wonder if the ox ever lies down in the evening.
I wonder if they miss the sun.
If the rain on their face looks like so many tears.
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crow-cap · 3 months
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NO LONGER ACCEPTING REQUESTS as it is past the 28th!!
thank you to everyone who donated, and I’ll complete the requests that are currently pending but will not be taking any more.
hi! to help encourage donations, i’m offering drawings to anyone who donates or sends an e-sim to gaza. here is a tutorial on how on the gaza e-sims website and here is another one on tumblr. check the notes of this post for discount codes if you’re into that. i will be doing this until the 28th of february!
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alternatively, you can donate to any one of these instead:
Pious Projects (twitter)
Help Gaza Children (proof of impact)
Care for Gaza (twitter)
Medical Aid for Palestinians (twitter)
Help Ahmed and his family evacuate (his account)
Help Mohamed and his family get medical help and evacuate (post)
Palestine Children's Relief Fund (twitter)
Anera (twitter)
Help a family of 13 evacuate
Urgent support for medical professionals
OR donate to any other legitimate fundraiser!
i am only accepting donations made from 10th feb onwards! send me a screenshot of your receipt with timestamps through DMs or email me at [email protected] (but cover your personal details), along with the character you would like. sending one or two reference images is also highly encouraged!
there’s no lower limit to donations that i’ll draw for! a dollar or two is still money, and every little bit helps. that said, I won’t be spending over 5 hours on any one drawing so that i don’t burn out. im going to try and do as many of these as i can, but if i am uncomfortable with your request i will refuse it (but that almost certainly won’t happen tho)
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the-evil-clergyman · 6 months
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The Witch's Daughter by Frederick Stuart Church (1881)
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jackmustcry · 9 months
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I have a horrible illness called “can’t stop pretending I’m in a late 90’s early 2000’s horror movie syndrome”
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thelastfinalgirl · 1 year
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The Blair Witch Project. Directed by Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sánchez (1999)
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toiletpotato · 11 months
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The 2023 American Girl Doll of the Year is Kavi Sharma, a South Asian American theatre kid who loves Wicked SO SHE HAS A REPLICA ELPHABA COSTUME. I am absolutely ecstatic that kids get this.
edit: SHE ALSO HAS A GLINDA COSTUME
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SHE ALSO HAS THIS!! BECAUSE SHE PERFORMS A TRADITIONAL DANCE ROUTINE WITH HER FRIENDS AT SCHOOL AND SHE LOVES BOLLYWOOD
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suicidetwo-tone · 3 months
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says he’s gonna teach me just what fast is, says it’s gonna be alright
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carm3n-carm3n · 7 months
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🌜🌝🌛 season of the witch 🌜🌝🌛
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inkskinned · 2 years
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i. about 2 weeks ago, i was told there's a good chance that in 5 or so years, i'll need a wheelchair.
ii. okay. i loved harry potter as a kid. i have a hypothesis about this to be honest - why people still kind of like it. it's that she got very lucky. she managed to make a cross-generational hit. it was something shared for both parents and kids. it was right at the start of a huge cultural shift from pre to post-internet. i genuinely think many people were just seeking community; not her writing. it was a nice shorthand to create connection. which is a long way of saying - she didn't build this legacy, we built it for her. she got lucky, just once. that's all.
iii. to be real with you, i still struggle with identifying as someone with a disability, which is wild, especially given the ways my life has changed. i always come up against internalized ableism and shame - convinced even right now that i'm faking it for attention. i passed out in a grocery store recently. i hit my head on the shelves while i went down.
iv. he raises his eyebrows while he sends me a look. her most recent new book has POTS featured in it. okay, i say. i already don't like where this is going. we both take another bite of ramen. it is a trait of the villain, he says. we both roll our eyes about it.
v. so one of the things about being nonbinary but previously super into harry potter is that i super hate jk rowling. but it is also not good for my mental health to regret any form of joy i engaged with as a kid. i can't punish my young self for being so into the books - it was a passion, and it was how i made most of my friends. everyone knew about it. i felt like everyone had my same joy, my same fixation. as a "weird kid", this sense of belonging resonated with me so loudly that i would have done anything to protect it.
vi. as a present, my parents once took me out of school to go see the second movie. it is an incredibly precious memory: my mom straight-up lying about a dentist appointment. us snickering and sneaking into the weekday matinee. within seven years of this experience, the internet would be a necessity to get my homework finished. the world had permanently changed. harry potter was a relic, a way any of us could hold onto something of the analog.
vii. by sheer luck, the year that i started figuring out the whole gender fluid thing was also the first year people started to point out that she might have some internalized biases. i remember tumblr before that; how often her name was treated as godhood. how harry potter was kind of a word synonymous for "nerdy but cool." i would walk out of that year tasting he/him and they/them; she would walk out snarling and snapping about it.
viii. when i teach older kids creative writing, i usually tell them - so, she did change the face of young adult fiction, there's no denying that. she had a lot more opportunities than many of us will - there were more publishing houses, less push for "virally" popular content creators. but beyond reading another book, we need to write more books. we need to uplift the voices of those who remain unrepresented. we need to push for an exposure to the bigotry baked into the publishing system. and i promise you: you can write better than she ever did. nothing she did was what was magical - it was the way that the community responded to it.
ix. i get home from ramen. three other people have screenshotted the POTS thing and sent it to me. can you fucking believe we're still hearing this shit from her when it's almost twenty-fucking-twenty-three. the villain is notably also popular on tumblr. i just think that's funny. this woman is a billionaire and she's mad that she can't control the opinions of some people on a dying blue site that makes no money. lady, and i mean this - get a fucking life.
x. i am sorry to the kid i was. maybe the kid you were too. none of us deserved to see something like this ruined. that thing used to be precious to me. and now - all those good times; measured into dust.
/// 9.6.2022 // FUCKING AGAIN, JK? Are you fucking kidding me?
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rahabq · 6 months
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