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I love me a vibrant world and everydays unfortunately can get depressingly same and lacklustre and I do have my days and weeks of being less than stellar so... stories. mythologies. poetry. film. fantasy. clothes. art. lots of things that make me believe in everyday magic. Also, things that make me angry on occasion.

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OH HEY, say something yeah?
- annette

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whimpering-pines:

The Disrespectful Summons by Edward Gorey

itscityzen:

having to deal with real life while reading a 80k fic

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americanwizarding:

Every school has its initiations, rituals and ceremonies in which the students take a part in, either with or without the approval of the faculty and staff. In their fifth years, students at the Mesa Academy run a darkened labyrinth beneath their school, facing their own dreams and nightmares on a ritual quest that spans the course of the year’s longest night. Rumours likewise tell of RPI witches taking to the sky when the moon is full, separated from the night’s cool embrace by their own skin and laughter. Allegiance Academy alumni sometimes speak amongst themselves of a secret society that walks outside the halls of the island-bound fortress. The Walkers of the Drowned Road are said to escape the walls of the school in secret to commune with ancient spirits that haunt the ocean’s floor, seeking out their secrets and hidden names. 
At the Laveau Academy there is another ritual that all students are invited, but not required, to participate in. The Laveau Academy, by long tradition, does not simply teach its children magic. Its eponymous founder believed that a certain poise and social maneuverability were vital for the successful witch or wizard. As one of her earliest lessons at the school, Marie exemplified this fact by walking across gator infested waters supported only by a narrow rope and her own confidence. Barefoot, she navigated the treacherous path and then invited her students to do the same, explaining halfway across that balance was as vital to magic as it was to avoiding the hungry maws below. None of them died during the test, but a few did suffer some small injuries…those who passed became her favored few, and many went on to become teachers in their own right.
The test remains a tradition at the school. Every year the Headmistress takes third year students into the swamp and performs the walk, stopping halfway across to explain its significance. As stated, students are not required to take the test, but those brave enough to at least make the effort are rewarded for their gumption. Those who complete it often gain the special attention of the Headmistress and her faculty, as well as acclaim amongst their fellow students. In the modern era, real gators aren’t used to test the student’s poise, but as a rule they aren’t told that until after. Transfigured logs and the school’s own resident weregator, Groundskeeper Lefort, take their place, adding a seeming peril to the murky waters of the bayou.  
(Tightwire over the water. Performance “InSitu” at the Parc Camifolia (Chemillé, FR) Cie Mesdemoiselle.)

americanwizarding:

Every school has its initiations, rituals and ceremonies in which the students take a part in, either with or without the approval of the faculty and staff. In their fifth years, students at the Mesa Academy run a darkened labyrinth beneath their school, facing their own dreams and nightmares on a ritual quest that spans the course of the year’s longest night. Rumours likewise tell of RPI witches taking to the sky when the moon is full, separated from the night’s cool embrace by their own skin and laughter. Allegiance Academy alumni sometimes speak amongst themselves of a secret society that walks outside the halls of the island-bound fortress. The Walkers of the Drowned Road are said to escape the walls of the school in secret to commune with ancient spirits that haunt the ocean’s floor, seeking out their secrets and hidden names.

At the Laveau Academy there is another ritual that all students are invited, but not required, to participate in. The Laveau Academy, by long tradition, does not simply teach its children magic. Its eponymous founder believed that a certain poise and social maneuverability were vital for the successful witch or wizard. As one of her earliest lessons at the school, Marie exemplified this fact by walking across gator infested waters supported only by a narrow rope and her own confidence. Barefoot, she navigated the treacherous path and then invited her students to do the same, explaining halfway across that balance was as vital to magic as it was to avoiding the hungry maws below. None of them died during the test, but a few did suffer some small injuries…those who passed became her favored few, and many went on to become teachers in their own right.

The test remains a tradition at the school. Every year the Headmistress takes third year students into the swamp and performs the walk, stopping halfway across to explain its significance. As stated, students are not required to take the test, but those brave enough to at least make the effort are rewarded for their gumption. Those who complete it often gain the special attention of the Headmistress and her faculty, as well as acclaim amongst their fellow students. In the modern era, real gators aren’t used to test the student’s poise, but as a rule they aren’t told that until after. Transfigured logs and the school’s own resident weregator, Groundskeeper Lefort, take their place, adding a seeming peril to the murky waters of the bayou. 

(Tightwire over the water. Performance “InSitu” at the Parc Camifolia (Chemillé, FR) Cie Mesdemoiselle.)

By the time we are women, fear is as familiar to us as air; it is our element. We live in it, we inhale it, we exhale it, and most of the time we do not even notice it. Instead of “I am afraid,” we say, “I don’t want to,” or “I don’t know how,” or “I can’t.”
— Andrea Dworkin (via womenorgnow)
The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.
— Junot Díaz (via kamara)

barricadeuse:

rrevolutionaries:

When I was six, they told me that
the sea ruled itself.
(I had believed in merkings and fishlike gods,
silver scaled monarchs on thrones of gold and pearl.)
Its independence bothered me,
a small red rash on the soft skin of my world view.

The sky has no angels, they…

(Source: asriels)

Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.
— Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times  (via talisman)

(Source: moriartysdance)

kaniehtiio:

AU inspiration: Mafia 

We are the knock at the door in the middle of the night. We are the favour you call on when you need to disappear. And if we don’t want you to be found, you won’t be. We know every twitch of a man’s poker face as he realises he’s lost. We count our money with blood-stained hands. We build our empires on sins, and we will bring yours to its knees. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and we are hungry.

Awwww so studious! Studiously ignoring reality that is.. …..

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh