Casiophite - Casiophite

I will tolerate any treatment.

Like I watch tv sometimes, and I'll put up with anything.

I'll watch an episode of some garbage CW show---

You know, I don't wanna name an actual show so let's just make one up; let's call it "Supernatural."

So I'll watch an episode of "Supernatural" and I'll show up on my couch and I'll go, "Can I have some decent character development and emotion that makes sense, please?"

And they go, "No. It's Buckleming."

And I go, "Okaaay!"

And then I go to the bathroom.

And then I come out of the bathroom and I go, "Any updates?"

And they go "Yeah, we killed off our third main character in the most controversial way possible, and then killed off his apparent love interest two episodes later, while you were scrolling through Tumblr. Because we hate you. Now take this promo pic with Castiel on it and hopeful messages from the cast to make you excited about the finale, go, fetch!"

And I go, "Okaaay!" and I go over to Andrew Dabb and go, "Can I have a decent ending, please?" and he goes "NO!"

And I go, "Okaaay!"

And he goes, "You"re a little Destiel clown, aren't you?"

And I go, "Nooo," and he goes, "SAY IT!" and I go, “I'm a little Destiel clown."

And then I go over to the Supernatural Writers' Room, which is an oxymoron, and I go, "Can I please an actual plot line for this finale instead of just montages?" and they go "No! In fact, we're gonna make this the worst episode since Bugs, and you're gonna be shamed for liking this show for thirty years!"

And I go, "Why are you doing this to me?!"

And they go, "Because we're CW Supernatural, and life is a fucking nightmare!"

Quick reminder that it's always morally correct to punch nazis.

How to Set Up An Altar for Imbolc 🕯️

Imbolc is a call to appreciate the stark beauty of this season. The falling snow, the warm comfort of a cup of tea, and the bright lights of candles are all things I associate with Imbolc.

Like all other sabbats, I like to decorate my fireplace mantle as an altar so that I can appreciate the holiday. I like to start by laying down a simple altar cloth. The colors I associate with Imbolc are white, red, and green so I try to incorporate these colors for my altar set up.

Imbolc is traditionally a festival to honour Brigid, a celtic goddess associated with fire and the hearth. Her presence was such an integral part of rural communities that Christian missionaries could not stop people from honoring her. Instead, Bridget was woven into the Cathloc church as St. Bridget and today many pagans and Catholics alike celebrate her at this time of year.

One of the most popular activities for Imbolc is making a Brigid’s cross out of reeds or grasses. Living in the city, I didn’t have easy access to green reeds so I made some Bridget crosses out of simple pipe cleaners. This is a really easy craft and if you have kids it would be a great way to introduce them to this Pagan holiday.

The term Imboc comes from Imbolg meaning ‘in the belly’. Thus, this time of year is associated with pregnancy and the reawakening of the earth. At this time we welcome the growth of the returning light and witness the earliest stirrings of rebirth. I love lighting lots of candles for my Imbolc altar to symbolize the light reawakening in the world.

Traditionally, festivals honoring Brigid occurred at the beginning of the lambing season. For me, Paganism is all about reconnecting with the land and our agricultural roots, which can sometimes be tricky for me since I live in the city. So, for a simple snack while I work on my altar I got some Sheep’s milk cheese to honor this lambing season.

As Imbolc represents the earliest return of life any type of Spring flower or new growth would be a great element to add to an altar. We don’t have any new plant life yet here in Chicago so I just picked up a simple bouquet of baby’s breath to use for my altar this year.

Lastly, I like to add some tarot cards to my altar that remind me of this particular season. The Empress is a great card to use as she can represent the fertility of the earth. I’m also going to use two Aces - The Ace of Pentacles can represent the earliest stages of new plant and animal life and the Ace of Wands can represent the beginning of a new fiery energy in the world.

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i know we’re all mad trump didn’t get properly assassinated and it’s been fun joking about it, but let’s not forget about palestine!

do your daily click

find a campaign to donate to

join a fundraising raffle

Therapists are just…. Common sense filters

Yes they’re trump supporters but call them what they are: terrorists

The terror you had felt when you’d accidentally gotten caught in the middle of a battle between a hero and villain, had been nothing compared to the terror you’d felt when you had woken up in the hospital to a world completely void of light. 

Finding out that the damage had scarred you so badly, that the loss of vision would be permanent, had completely crushed you.

With the birth of the age of heroes and villains, the government had ended up setting in place a new system to support civilians who were caught in the crossfire. As an artist with no other income, and no one to help support you, you’d been certain that you were destined to rely entirely on that funding for the rest of your life, or until you could find another way to care for yourself, however unlikely it may be.

The agency the hero worked for, had offered some compensation for your injury and ended up paying all of your hospital fees, but in the grand scheme of things, it still left you living a rather meagre life. 

Or at least that’s how it would have been, had the gifts not started showing up.

The first time there had been a delivery of fresh groceries, you’d been completely baffled, but grateful. But the second time, you’d been a little more hesitant, as, despite having no real close friends or family who would know your tastes, each delivery seemed to have been perfectly catered to them.

It was more than a little unsettling, and soon enough it started to get even more bizarre and worrisome.

The moment you needed something replaced, a replacement would be delivered. If something broke, a handyman would show up to fix it before you could call them. Even when it came time to pay bills, you found them already paid, and your bank account completely untouched.

It was unnerving, but slowly and surely, you started to get use to it and appreciate it.

When someone had knocked on your door early one morning, you hadn’t thought much of it when you’d answered, having gotten use to random deliveries. A small smile slipped onto your lips when you caught the scent of fresh flowers, another thing you’d been receiving ever since you were hospitalised, and had slowly come to adore.

What you hadn’t been expecting, was to hear a very very familiar voice, when the person finally spoke. The voice you’d heard mere moments before you’d passed out from the pain of the injury that had permanently blinded you for life. 

Nor had you expected them to sound so utterly filled with remorse.

nads (aka nadinewarnerr) over on twitter, a palestinian, has called for a strike from june 16th - june 22nd. if you are unable to miss work or school that is ok and if you have any questions about this strike please message nads or jay (aka blythtism) over on twitter/x as i am not the main person who has called the strike just someone hoping to get the word out to more people.