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lt91dreg · 9 months
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listening to folklore is passing by the 5 stages of grief in 1hour and that’s what i love about it
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folkyts · 8 months
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it's cloudy and rainy today so there's just one thing blasting in my phone: folklore
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suburbanlegnd · 9 months
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i love you the 1. i love you cardigan. i love you the last great american dynasty. i love you exile. i love you my tears ricochet. i love you mirrorball. i love you seven. i love you august. i love you this is me trying. i love you illicit affairs. i love you invisible string. i love you mad woman. i love you epiphany. i love you betty. i love you peace. i love you hoax. i love you the lakes. i love you folklore. i love you taylor swift.
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When I was younger I designed a gyaru Monster High OC based on a tengu! Now that I make dolls by hand I decided to give her life 🌸👺💖
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popsicle-stick · 7 months
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ÞÆS OFEREODE ÞISSES SWA MÆG
(that was overcome. so too may this.) from Deor, old english poem, c. 9th century.
new riso design! John Barleycorn is a folkloric figure considered the embodiment of the wheat harvest, and the subject of the English and Scottish folk song that describes the cyclical nature of his birth, death, and processing into bread and ale each year. this one was about the comfort in the constancy of things. the world could end. but the wheat field rises anew. the year turns around again.
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hotpoopymilk · 5 days
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"the smallest man who ever lived" is betty's response to james post "betty" send post
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“So long, London. You’ll find someone.”
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cthulhusstepmom · 9 months
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Fae!Soap Superstitious Bastard! Ghost: Gifts
(Just a heads up this got way more intense than I meant it to but that’s kind of the Fae for you.)
TW: mentions of torture, human remains
Soap is a collector, though not of any one thing that Ghost can discern. He’s seen the man pick up anything from an abandoned rolex to a nondescript piece of broken glass. It doesn’t seem to be about size, it’s not shape and definitely not value; Ghost had thought he’d pinned it down as things that caught the light a certain way but was swiftly proven wrong when Soap went on a spree of collecting pebbles and sticks. He’d glared sullenly at the first jagged gray rock when Soap had picked it up before swiftly changing the subject when he was noticed. There was no apparent rhyme or reason to any of it… well not quite. There was one singular pattern that stood out in his mind, a single thread that held firm no matter how much he rearranged or plucked at it.
 Anything that Ghost gave him, Johnny kept. 
The first had been a bit of pretty blue ribbon that was a close enough approximation to Soap’s eyes. It’d snagged on a bramble bordering the clearing where Ghost had set up for overwatch. Without even thinking he’d snagged it on his way to RV down the hill, offering it to Johnny in the armored car taking them back to base. Soap hadn’t said a thing. It was then that Ghost realized maybe giving your subordinate a piece of trash you’d found in a bush perhaps wasn’t the most well adjusted way to express affection. He’d been about to play it off with a quip, beginning to retract his fingers ever so slightly, when Johnny snatched it lightning quick from the palm of his hand, holding it close to his chest for a moment before stuffing it into his chest pocket next to his journal. Soap had given him a small strangled “Thank you” as they sat the rest of the ride in an awkward but warm silence. Johnny disappeared almost immediately after they got back to base but Ghost could see light in the space under his door so he wasn’t too worried that he’d done permanent damage to their relationship.
After that his eyes just seemed to catch on things that he assumed Johnny would like. He couldn’t help it. Little glass marbles, a river stone with an interesting marking, a large brown feather; Somehow it all made its way into the hands of his Sergeant. Usually with a gruff “Here”, barely waiting for Johnny to hold out his hands before he dropped his small offering into his gloved palms. Soap has also gotten over whatever his episode of silence had been, responding with a blinding smile and enthusiastic gratitude and a happy quip. (“Thanks Lt!” a piece of antler, Montana “Y’ shouldn’t have!” an old toy car, Finland “Find this on sale?” a scrap of pink fabric, Brazil “Ghost you’re spoiling me.” green river stone, India etc.(no he didn’t catalog all of them that would be creepy. He only wrote down his favorites.))
The next time Ghost thinks he’s permanently damaged their relationship and scared Soap off for good comes after an operation sweeping out an AQ base in Afghanistan. 
It’s stuffy and dark, the blistering heat of the day beginning to fade into the bitter chill of the night. The compound has long since been abandoned by all but the stubbornest of rats, slowly being reclaimed by the wild desert it carved its blackness into. They roll into the courtyard through the open front gate, the outer walls have seen multiple breacher charges and calling them walls at this point is more out of respect than any dedication to accuracy. The whole place has already been swept by drone and Laswell has had satellite eyes on it for months confirming just how fucking dead it is. They’re here for information, the drone identified documents left behind as well as at least two hard drives. 
The 141 has split off, each clearing their own section and radioing in at even intervals, they’ve learned the hard way that it’s better to be safe than sorry. Beyond extra caution, the whole place has an eerie, black aura that drags forth memories of scorpion stings and dull knives biting at his flesh. Assisting in his nightmarish stroll down memory lane, Ghost is assigned the lower levels of the compound. Each room is another scene from a past he tries to forget, filled with rusted over implements of pain and brown stains no one cared to clean. 
Something in the last room makes him pause. 
A small barred window allows light from a waning moon to pool into the room, catching on something on the table. Small, most no bigger than his fingernail, a collection of about five objects sits in a tray on the corner of the table. Brilliant white patches shine in stark opposition to the bed of rust brown they lay on. 
Teeth. Human teeth.
His mind is acting on autopilot when grabs them and stuffs them in a pocket, so similar but so different to his first experience with the ribbon months ago. He finishes his sweep of the room, conveying his findings back on comms (“Seems like we’re late for the party.” “If only you didn’t take so long to get ready.”-Soap “Shut the fuck up the both of you I just saw a rat the size of a terrier.”-Gaz “I’ve got the hard drives if any of you fuckers remember why we’re here.”-Price), and turns back to rendezvous, his mind now firmly on finding his comrades and getting the hell out.
As they start readying themselves to duck into the humvees they arrived in, Ghost���s muscle memory kicks in to complete his self assigned mission objective. He turns to where Soap stands almost expectantly at his side. It’s not every mission that he has something he’s decided is a worthy offering but it has become more often than not. Mind already halfway back to base, a gloved hand chases down each tooth where they’ve burrowed themselves in the pocket of his tac vest, collecting them and dropping them in Soap’s proffered hand with a grunt. His brain turns back on when the bloody bones hit his Sergeant’s glove, panicking because what the fuck did he just do? What kind of fucking sociopath gives his friend(more?) human fucking teeth as a souvenir. Much less human fucking teeth that were pulled forcibly out of some poor bastard’s skull during a bygone torture session. 
His hand is trembling. 
Ghost forces himself to look down and meet Soap’s assuredly outraged and disgusted gaze. 
Only he doesn’t.
Johnny is staring down at the teeth in his palm with a look of fucking reverence. His pupils are dilated beyond just the darkness surrounding them and Ghost’s detail oriented eyes catch the slight flare of his nostrils on every inhale. Soap slowly tilts his head up to meet Ghost’s eyes and a gasp lives and dies in his throat.
“Oh Simon, you treat me so well.” His voice is gravelly and thrumming with an emotion that Ghost doesn’t know the name of. But, god if this is the look he gets after bringing Johnny desiccated human remains?
He’ll rip the teeth out of some unworthy son of a bitch himself.
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allsystemsblue · 2 years
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B e N oT a F r A I D
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The man - Taylor swift
@taylorswift @taylornation
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amourcamil · 4 months
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Going into finals. Vs Coming out.
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historianofgalar · 7 months
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//Aight, what are some cool myths you wanna see turn into folklore pokemon? I'm making a list of them rn, and I wanna add more to it
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llumimoon · 7 months
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I WOULD LOVE TO MAKE SELKIE AUS but i don't know a lot about selkies and their folklore, and how they work, and i dont wanna mess it up :( How does one go about making a selkie au, oh Great Seal Master?? /gen
tbh my biggest advice is just have fun with it !! there are a lot of different iterations of selkie lore, its pretty fun to pick and choose which things you want to adapt!
really the core of it is just the seal skin coat! selkies are born with a seal skin that they can wear to turn into a seal, it is an extension of themselves and is a part of them them in ways you can't quite put into words or explain to a human.
being separated from their skin is literally like missing a part of themselves, and this can be depicted in many different ways like a persistent sickness, lack of voice or strength, a deep longing, etc.
a lot of the stories and folklore surrounding selkies is about people falling in love with their human form and stealing their seal skin to trap them on land and marry them. these end in many different ways, which is where a lot of the variation in the lore comes into play! sometimes the selkie finds their skin and runs away leaving behind even their kids, sometimes the selkie is trapped forever sometimes they literally die of sadness being separated from the sea
it doesn't necessarily have to always be romantic, selkies in folklore tend to fall into the swan maiden trope of men forcing a mythical woman into marriage, but i personally think its a lot funner to think about unorthodox scenarios. like someone accidentally taking the skin, or an overprotective parent locking it away, or even a selkie naturally falling in love with a human.
like i said there's a lot of different iterations, stuff like summoning w/ seven tears or selkies returning to the sea every seven years, the person owning the coat being able to control the selkie to a certain extent, hurting the coat hurts the selkie, returning the coat can be a marriage proposal, etc.
it can get overwhelming with all the different versions but as long as you stay true to the inital seal skin concept and dual nature of a selkie (they are known to be both friendly and helpful but also dangerous and vengeful- much like the sea that they come from) than you've got a good selkie story on your hands!
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musicalchaos07 · 1 month
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SORRY I AM THINKING ABOUT NANCY SAYING COPY/PASTE FOR HER AND JONATHAN'S DAUGHTER AGAIN AND IIIII
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silent-partner-412 · 1 year
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I don’t wanna see any complaining about songs missing from the Eras tour because logistically speaking she was never going to be able to play everybody’s favorite songs anyway, and either way she played 44 fucking songs.
This is an absolutely insane number of songs, for anybody. It was a three hour show, and she’s gonna be doing it what 50 times over the next year? Yeah I’m willing to cut her some slack for not playing Out Of The Woods or Right Where You Left Me or Maroon lol. We still got a sizeable number of tracks from Lover/Folklore/Evermore/Midnights and she played hits from every era including All Too Well and Don’t Blame Me which is awesome. I truly cannot imagine any fan’s reaction to this tour being anything other than “holy fucking shit I need to see this right fucking now” because lord knows that’s how I’m feeling right about now!!
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snallavanta · 8 months
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can i admit that ed sheeran's new album sounds epic
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