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Little Black Dress - Sara Bareilles
#little black dress#sara bareilles#the blessed unrest#lyrics#music#songs#albums#bands#song#album#art#artwork#folklore#all caps lyrics#black and white#being funny in a foreign language#blue#all caps#coquette#lana del rey#disney#emails i can’t send#my edit#fashion#film#flowers#grunge#gracie abrams#glow#green
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Winter Landscape - Ivan Aivazovsky // December - Sara Bareilles
#winter#winter landscape#december#december sara bareilles#the blessed unrest#sara bareilles#art#art history#lyrics#lyric art#charlotte's twelve days of december
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Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I wanna see you be brave
original midi at https://bitmidi.com/uploads/54136.mid
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It’s such a good song and the blessed unrest is such a good album plz give a listen if you like big dramatic sad songs about life👍🏽
#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#insane#what#I#I’m#dead#who gave her permission to read my soul yank it out of me and grind it into a fine powder#sara bareilles#the blessed unrest
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nowplaying Brave by Sara Bareilles out of The Blessed Unrest [Deluxe Edition]
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Once upon a time, over a decade ago, I listened to a brand new album for the very first time, pressed on luscious blood red vinyl, that sounded — that felt — like it couldn't possibly be new. It felt at once impossibly old and timeless. That album was A Blessed Unrest by The Parlour Trick.
If I myself am a haunted house, those 11 tracks crept into my heart and found a mouldering corridor insufficiently lit by flickering wall sconces, where cracked and peeling damask wallpaper was pulled away to expose a secret door that opened at the protest of long neglected hinges to reveal a steep, narrow, heavily cobwebbed staircase of creaky steps leading deep into the shadowy recesses of my mind. There my ghosts found 11 thoroughly haunted, seemingly boundless, yet somehow safe and intimate spaces to explore... 11 secret worlds wherein the music permeates and enchants everything, and where there were so many other ghosts waiting to be met and known.
I was gobsmacked. I was also not the sort of person to send fan mail, but in that impassioned fever of someone drunk on the magic of new music, I couldn't resist cobbling together a few clumsy lines in effort to express my awe and gratitude for the creation of such an unspeakably beautiful, poignant, and wondrous album.
And looking back... that's how I met @theremina: They responded to my awkward gushing, which must be how it started, right? How we eventually became friends, how they became chosen family, and how today, some-miraculous-how we're collaborating on the Liminal Flares podcast.
And yet... I feel like I've always known Mer, even though I know that isn't and can't possibly be true. It's a funny internal paradox, which is par for the course inside my head. My entire sense of self feels like a paradox. But I digress...
Today is Bandcamp Friday when Bandcamp waves its cut from the sale of music by artists and labels on its marketplace. And The Parlour Trick is haunted chamber music composed, arranged, and performed by multi-instrumentalists Meredith Yayanos and Dan Cantrell. If you haven’t already done so, I encourage you to treat yourself (or someone else!) to one of the most evocative and eerily atmospheric albums I have ever experienced, to say nothing of their other extraordinary aural offerings:
Wandering Room
Mystery Train (original 000 recording)
The Everpresent Tense ( ∞ demo ).
Here's to discovering those secret internal spaces — whatever your personal realms, landscapes, and architecture may be — where our ghosts may safely roam, to explore, to grieve, and to play.
And, if we're really lucky, meeting kindred spirits in the process.
#The Parlour Trick#Bandcamp Friday#Bandcamp#Meredith Yayanos#Dan Cantrell#A Blessed Unrest#Liminal Flares#Haunted House#Haunted Music
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“Some people are born in the mountains, while others are born by the sea. Some people are happy to live in the place they were born, while others must make a journey to reach the climate in which they can flourish and grow. Between the ocean and the mountains is a wild forest. That is where I want to make my home.”
Maia Kobabe
Gender Queer: A Memoir
Photos taken during an early recording session of The Parlour Trick’s in Oakland, January, 2006.
(It’s been ten years since A Blessed Unrest came out and I’m reeling, a bit, realizing how long it took to get that record made, how heavy it all was, and why. Whew.)
So glad, so lucky to have found the forest. Finally. It’s never too late, fam.
#adoptee#genderqueer#quotes#maia kobabe#the parlour trick#oakland#a blessed unrest#martha graham#gender shit
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#i have a lot to process rn ok#me to my psych: i havent been able to sleep#cant fall asleep before like 2-3am#only sleeping like 5ish hours a night#im strugfling#im forgetting coworkers names i worked with for 3 years#him: mhmh mhmh ok :)#ahdgsjdhhdj#him: what happens when you cant sleep?#him: is it bodily unrest or mental?#me: uhh... :0 i forgot#me wheen in the car driving home: ohhh right i cried myself to sleep the other night lmao#WHICH DOESNT HELP HIM LMAOOOO#but bless him he sits there and has told me before i need fucking therapy more thanonce and he still tries to help#hes the only one ever who took my sleeping issues and my migraines seriously#i just dont function :))))#i wanna dig my nails into my cheekbones and tear off my face#even after a good session where he listens to me and says lets try something new#:)))))#i'm unwell but we've all been new#*knew#the problem is a flee from therapy#and i flee from friends and everything good and from getting better#whoop#i am just unwell#and one day it will end in unwell and well... i've always been aware of that#it's all just a waiting game#i swear i'm trying i am#don't dare tell me to try harder#ignore me
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I confessed that I had a burning desire to be excellent, but no faith that I could be.
Martha said to me, very quietly: “There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. As for you, Agnes, you have so far used about one-third of your talent.”
“But,” I said, “when I see my work I take for granted what other people value in it. I see only its ineptitude, inorganic flaws, and crudities. I am not pleased or satisfied.”
“No artist is pleased.”
“But then there is no satisfaction?”
“No satisfaction whatever at any time,” she cried out passionately. “There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”
― From Martha: The Life and Work of Martha Graham by Agnes De Mille
#quote#satisfaction#can't get no satisfaction#no satisfaction whatever at any time#there is only a queer divine dissatisfaction#dissatisfaction#blessed unrest#alive#desire#keep the channel open#depression#anxiety#melancholia#faith
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tag dump !!
#*the blessed unrest » MUSINGS.#*force majeure » AESTHETIC.#*judge jury executioner » ABOUT.#*deus ex machina » VISAGE.#*dead or alive » WANTED.#*code & creed » HEADCANONS.
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tag dump !!
#*the blessed unrest » MUSINGS.#*force majeure » AESTHETIC.#*deus ex machina » VISAGE.#*dead or alive » WANTED.#*code & creed » HEADCANONS.
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Witch things to add in your room, poor person edition
Fuck it Most of witchcraft people tell you to buy shit. So here's some stuff u can do for free
grab some sticks from the ground, bind them together in a shape you like, add intent (usually protection), hang it up
make a flower crown, add protection intent, dry it out, hang it up. protection spell and real ward. regularly recharge intent.
dry plants, set warding intent, hang them up.
crushed eggshells on your window sill to prevent bad energy.
wear a bandana or veil somewhere on your body, sometimes i use mine as belts, to protect from bad vibes.
paint your nails in the color meaning you want. mine are pink for self attraction rn
when you light up a candle always ask if theres a spirit or entity there, pyromancy skills can be learned through google, tumblr, and tiktok.
Regularly clean and rearrange your altar if you can't practice everyday, this keeos the space clean and shows entities around that even if ur not active, you're still a witch
A cup of water can be an offering to anyone, imagine being an entity and you can't have water at all for centuries??
If you have glasses, draw a sigil on them while you clean them (i usually wash mine with soap and water to make it extra clean ((and dry with paper towels)))
Give your wall art jobs. Sure they can be decorative, or they can be extra eyes to watch you while you sleep to make sure no one messes with you. (Ive had so much wall art fall in the middle of the night and turns out smth was trying to get in my room...)
If you have black-out/thick curtains, let the sun in!!! I keep them tied during the day so i can use natural light and ease up my electricity bill
Change ur bedsheets semi regularly, it doesn't need to be every week, but keep in mind bedbugs and other entities can get trapped there... or even try to get there to make your sleep unrestful.
If your room is a bio-hazard, at least make pathways so you can walk without injuring yourself.
Thats all i have for now <3 blessed be and fuck capitalism
#witchcraft#witchblr#beginner witch#baby witch#witch#witch community#witch tips#grimoire#kitchen witch#magick
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Forgiven Poly Azriel/Cassian x Female Reader
Warning: Angst, fluff, cycle comfort, language
You normally considered having two mates a blessing, but lately, Cassian was getting on your nerves. Azriel had been away for a week at the camps under Rhys's orders to investigate rumors of unrest. Your cycle was expected soon, and you were always emotional the first few days before it. You tried to keep it under control, but your grip was slipping. Especially since you were training with Cassian under the scorching sun. Your muscles were starting to cramp, and you were growing tired. "How much longer are we going to keep this up?" You ask. "Until you get it right." He answers, taking his stance. "Cass, I don't have anymore in me. I'm sore, I'm tired and it's too hot." You tell him.
"If you spent as much time practicing as you do complaining, we'd be done by now. I'm not going to give you special treatment, princess. Now let's try it again." He says as he readies himself. His words hurt you as they echo inside your mind. Even the usual term of endearment stings the way he said it. Your face falls, and your lip quivers as you throw down your training sword. "Fuck you, Cass! I'm done!" You say before storming towards your old room, the one from before you were mated. As Cassian realizes his mistake he chases after you only for you to slam the door on him and lock it.
"Please, y/n. I didn't mean it like that. Please let me in so we can talk about this." He says as he leans his forehead against your door. "Go away, Cass." You tell him as you lock your balcony door before curling up in bed. Your tears fall to the pillowcase as you eventually cry yourself to sleep. You wake up later in the evening, needing a drink of water. You almost trip over the tray of food Cassian must've left for you. You pick it up and carry it to the kitchen before scraping the untouched food in the trash. You leave the dishes in the sink as you grab a glass of water. Cassian clears his throat behind you.
"I didn't mean to wake you." You say quietly. "You didn't." He answers, his voice sad. "Oh." You respond before taking a drink. "Azriel will be home in the morning." He tells you, trying to keep you talking to him. "That's good." You answer before making your way back towards your room. "Y/n, please, can we talk about earlier?" He pleads with you, reaching out to take your hand but stopping himself. "There's nothing to talk about. You made yourself perfectly clear." You say before continuing to your bedroom as his words come back in your head. He calls after you, but you ignore him. You lock your door once you're inside.
You change out of your training leathers and into one of Azriel's shirts that the house retrieved for you. You lay back down but can't fall back asleep. You toss and turn as you replay the incident with Cassian over and over. You start to wonder if maybe your over reacting and making a mountain out of a mole hill. The more you think about it, the more conflicted you feel. Eventually, you fall into a restless sleep, only to wake up to searing pain in your abdomen. You curl into the fetal position as the cramp takes hold of you. You try to breathe through it, but you feel tears stinging your eyes.
As the cramp subsides, your door erupts with heavy knocking. "I'm fine." You call out. "No, you're not. Let me help." Cassian responds. You feel his concern through the bond. "I'm fine! I don't need your help!" You reply, not sure who you're trying to convince more, yourself or him. Another cramp racks your body, causing you to cry out. You feel the hurt through the bond as Cassian listens to you hurting, feeling helpless. "Princess, please." He tries again. "Don't call me that! I'm not your princess!" You shout before letting out a whimper of pain.
You hear shuffling outside your door, but the pain prevents you from focusing on it. "Angel, can I come in, please?" Azriel's voice calls through the door. The house unlocks the door for you and locks it behind him. "Oh, angel." Azriel says as he takes in the sight of you. "Az, it hurts." You say as he wraps you up in his arms. "I know, I wish I could make it stop." He says before kissing the top of your head. You curl up against him as his warm hand gently massages your lower stomach. "How does a hot bath sound, angel?" He asks softly. "Only if you'll join me." You answer. "Of course." He says with a smile.
He carefully carries you to the master bath and sits you on the vanity before starting to fill the tub with hot water. He manages to undress you before another cramp hits, making you wince. "I know it hurts, angel. Hopefully, the hot bath will help." He coos as he undresses himself. He adds your favorite vanilla and honey scented oils before gently picking you up again. He steps into the oversized bath and rests with you in his lap. He feels you tense from the hot water but then quickly feels you relaxing. His hands move to your stomach and gently start massaging. You let small moans slip past your lips as you rest your head on his chest.
"That's it, just relax." He encourages you as his magic fingers help release the pain. "Do you want to talk about what happened between you and Cass?" He asks as his hands move to your sides, massaging there. "He was mean to me. I told him how I was feeling, and he said something hurtful." You tell him as you focus your gaze on the water. Azriel gently tips your face so you're looking at him, "what was said?" He asks, just wanting to understand. You recount the incident for him as he listens. "I'm not taking sides or dismissing what he said, but did you consider that maybe he was just teasing?" Azriel says calmly.
"I did, but it still doesn't excuse that he dismissed how I was feeling." You say defensively. "I know, I know he's also been beating himself up over it since it happened." He says as he holds you close. "I think you both should talk about it and clear things up." Azriel says. He's always the voice of reason between you and Cass. "Alright, but only if you're there." You say. "Of course, anything for you, angel." He says before kissing you. He massages you a little longer before the water starts to cool. He carries you out and gently dries you off before helping you dress.
He takes you to bed before telling you he's going to get Cassian. You anxiously wait for the two of them to return. One of Azriel's shadows lingers around you to comfort you. Azriel walks back in, followed by Cassian, who rests against the wall, looking exhausted, like he hasn't slept. A pang of guilt hits you as you realize he probably hasn't. "How are you feeling?" He asks. "Better now." You reply. "About yesterday-" he starts, but you interrupt him. "I'm sorry, I might've overreacted." You say sheepishly. "No, I should've listened when you told me you were done." He says. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, especially this morning when you were worried about me." You say as tears start lining your eyes.
"Oh, y/n. Please don't cry." He says as he moves to the bed, hugging you before wiping away the few tears that escaped. "Princess." You say quietly as you try to calm down. "What?" Cassian asks, confused. "Call me princess." You mumble into his chest. "Alright, princess." He says with a small smile. "I love you." You tell him as you settle into his arms. "I love you too." He says before kissing the top of your head. You feel your stomach cramping again and wince from the pain. Cassian instictively started massaging your lower stomach. "I'll make you some tea and bring you a tonic for the pain." Azriel says before walking towards the kitchen.
Cassian helps you get settled into bed as he lays beside you. You start playing with his hair, careful not to pull any tangles. He smiles as he watches you. His eyes grow heavy as he tries to fight it. "You need to get some sleep." You tell him. "I'm ok." He says as he yawns. "Stuborn Illyrian." You tease before kissing him. "Yeah, but I'm your stubborn Illyrian." He says with a grin. "Yes, you are, my love." You say sweetly. "You both are," you add as Azriel comes back into the room. "We both are what?" He asks. "Her stuborn Illyrians." Cassian answers. "Who said I was stuborn?" He asks, feigning offense. "You know you are." You tease in response.
"Looks like somebody doesn't want goodies." He says while pulling away the tray with your tea and tonic along with various sweets. "Please, love." You say with a pouty face that he can't resist. "I can't say no to you, angel." He says as he hands you the tonic to take. Once you drink it, he hands you your tea and a cookie before climbing into bed beside you. You settle in between the two of them as they snuggle closer to you, surrounding you with their warmth as you all eventually drift asleep. Your pain subsides between the tonic and the warmth.
#acotar#batboys#acotar fanfic#azriel#azriel x reader#acotar angst#cassian x reader#azriel shadowsinger#poly batboys
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Alias
Assuredly, each transgression
affixed to this creature’s title
is too much for being borne
—
further than tomorrow’s silent
midnight — may another alias
be graciously (or with agony’s
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unrest) placed upon me — like
a blinding sheet’s blessing, or
the cleansing kiss that bleach
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might grant, thus leaving standing
some entirely recreated thing, with
newfound potential beauty? Such
—
pathetic dreams effect nothing.
@nosebleedclub February Prompts 13: nickname
#nosebleedclub#nickname#poetry#writing#spilled ink#poetsontumblr#my poetry#prompt#i had the wrong month's prompts open and didn't realise until this was written and ready to post#dangit
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🕯💀 Happy All Souls Day 🖤🕯
🖤💀 The Hoodoo Holiday festivities continue! Today we step into the shadow of deep healing work as we continue to welcome, celebrate, & venerate our Dead.
For those who are familiar with Catholicism, All Souls Day is dedicated to "all other loved ones" - non-Saints & those who are not of Elevated status. Thus, today we tend to the shadow work of our lineages; we uplift the Ancestors of our small egun (i.e.: our less than honorable ancestors, who died violently or suddenly, who remain in unrest, who lived hard lives, who endured great suffering, who perpetuated generational curses, who contributed to generational trauma, etc.).
Some differentiate this day from All Saints by focusing solely on small egun Ancestors; those who need elevating, prayer, healing, light, love, karmic debts paid, etc. & are open to receiving it - more akin to Dia De Los Muertos.
Others simply keep yesterday's tradition & festivities going (i.e.: tending to the graves of our Ancestors, communing with our Dead, getting the family together, enjoying leftovers, building family trees, prayer offerings, lighting candles, playing music, singing, dancing, etc.).
Regardless, however you choose to celebrate IS valid! May your Ancestors, - Big & small Egun - continue to be blessed. Ase. 💀🖤
#hoodoo#hoodoos#atr#atrs#the hoodoo calendar#hoodoo culture#ancestor veneration#small egun#hoodoo heritage#Hoodoo History#Hoodoo Culture#Hoodoo Tradition#All Souls Day#All Souls#Black History#Black Culture#black cemeteries#Black Catholics
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