Everything is art to me

irritating as fuck when people get mad at Black people existing in premodern historical fiction/fantasy media. like first of all, you're racist. and second of all, you are acting as though Black people didn't exist in premodern Europe which is simply false. especially when we're talking about the Mediterranean, like what the fuck do you people think is along the southern half of the Mediterranean Ocean?? everyone's on boats, there are GOING to be interactions with Black people in Northern Africa, and there are GOING to be Black people in Mediterranean Europe. stop being stupid. your imagined homogeneous white European past is not historical reality, get over it you massive losers

One of my big store-bought candles is scarred beyond fixing, so I will be melting it down in my little pot to give it new as new candles soon.

it is interesting to me how "seeing" and "hearing" god is very normal in christianity and several other monotheistic religions. but as soon as you're a pagan, it's delusions and psychosis.

The fact that there are gods with disabilities makes me so emotional. Hephaestus, Tyr, Hodr, Odin and other disabled deities just prove that being disabled is a vital part of the human experience, not a deviation from it, and that concept alone is so moving. Just like there are deities for specific human experiences like fertility or war, there are also deities with disabilities, which just proves that we have just as much of a place on this earth as mothers and warriors do. The idea of that has genuinely pulled me through some hard times.

The fact that there are gods with disabilities makes me so emotional. Hephaestus, Tyr, Hodr, Odin and other disabled deities just prove that being disabled is a vital part of the human experience, not a deviation from it, and that concept alone is so moving. Just like there are deities for specific human experiences like fertility or war, there are also deities with disabilities, which just proves that we have just as much of a place on this earth as mothers and warriors do. The idea of that has genuinely pulled me through some hard times.

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I take special care of my bed. Because, as one of my wife's spirits once said, the bed is imbued with so much personal energy and so much a part of our most vulnerable moments that it becomes a poppet that influences the relationship itself. So I keep my bed warded and anointed. I keep the bedding clean and the pillows in good shape. I keep things nice and I try to make it a place that supports the loving, communicative marriage that I have and want to maintain.