dragon-in-a-fez:

overherewiththequeers:

personalgremlin:

this makes me want to cry

First of all, “…they were surrounded on all sides by echoes and images of themselves, in a world where image and object had not yet torn themselves apart” is one of the most poetic phrasings I’ve ever heard.

Second, here’s the original source, “What the caves are trying to tell us” by Sam Kriss.

Third, the original opens with:  “Every so often, I get the urge to drag someone into a cave, and show them something unspeakable.”

I had another point, but it got lost in the artful prose of this article.

I feel like “every so often, I get the urge to drag someone into a cave and show them something unspeakable” is something that’s okay for a paleolithic cave art expert to say, but like, absolutely no one else

sockablock:

I endlessly admire fic authors who have betas and write chapters and chapters ahead of what they post because you best believe my needy ass is slapping just-finished, mildly edited and typo-laden fics onto AO3 the moment they’re done so I can get that sweet sweet validation

evtrained:

prokopetz:

Concept: a bunch of high school Satanists get drunk in the local graveyard and try to conjure a demon, but they’re using one of those “reconstructionist” ritual books that gets its sources all mixed up, so they end up with a minor Mithraic fertility spirit that hasn’t spoken with humans in like 1700 years instead. By the terms of its binding it’s not allowed to leave until it’s ensured a successful harvest for its summoners, which is a problem, because none of these goobers have ever raised so much as a houseplant; if it wants to go home, it’s going to have to teach them how to garden – whether they want to learn or not!

“Five high school sophomores were arrested today on charges of operating an illegal pot growing business behind the Home Depot on I-95. The 200-foot-tall plants, which police could see from their station…”

oldbastard101:

witchy-stuffss:

transistorxiii:

friendly reminder: this year, halloween is on a wednesday

Ahh…. I dont get the symbolism behind this?

No worries, we… probably do.

Historically, nothing in terms of celebration of the actual holiday- the closest Norse festival to that time was probably Dísablót, which is semi-spooky in some regards but not really. But this is Odin, so we’re talking about a gentleman who goes by a number of very interesting aliases, including Yggr (Terror), Grímnir (masked/shadowed/hooded face), and Draugadróttinn (lord/chief of the undead) who enjoys wandering around in disguise and often taking stuff from people. Usually a little more than candy, but I guess you could reasonably end up at Billingr’s house for Trick or Treating, too. I don’t know your life.

That, and while it might be somewhere closer to 101.5 given that these are later folkloric roles(read: probably not pre-Christian, Viking age beliefs, and not in the Eddas/sagas), the Old Bastard is said to have a place at the front of the Wild Hunt, as well as actually being the Norse deity to get most conflated with the devil in later interpretatio Christiana. (This is a paper about him allegedly showing up at a crossroads from a 1484 Swedish trial, too, if you’re interested.)

So depending on how you spend your Halloweens, there are a lot of options for modern associations, here. 

Also the basic facts that he’s a charmingly creepy sorcerer who wanders around with two ravens, two wolves, talks to dead guys and severed heads, inspires a lot of terror and poetry… eh, you see what we’re getting at.