Smoking on that shit that makes you Gary for the rest of your life

Today is full of magics. You don’t need to read about others experiences, you don’t need to capture your own to share. Today, just bathe in it all. Harvest your own omens, revel in whatever blessings the day offers. Refuse to be part of the mediated spectacle. Find your own primal wonder. #Solstice

The witch knows where the land growls. She knows the places where tension between surface and below is an engine of feral fear. Every fluid threshold she tracks is a teacher of magics. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

I know I bang on about re-enchantment as resistance. I know I've been saying it for 14 years, but it's the core of Hookland and I truly believe that we need to re-enchant and resist more than ever.

After Weekend at Bernie's came out, "Bernie" became the general term for any dead guy you had to pretend was alive for a weekend

Some portal energy from this morning on Glastonbury Tor. Photo taken looking through the archway of St Michael's tower.

Emilius Duckberry

Lunch sketch.

packet loss

For a witch, a path may not be important due to its destination, but rather for the quality of spirits she talks to whilst upon it. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

"Night in blue" by Ukrainian artist Alisa Onipchenko-Cherniakovska.

By Jane Fisher Medium Oil painting

Good morning everybody!! Artist: Muratami Yutaka

wow

Hatfield House Park. The wood angel. #thicktrunktuesday

another banner day for "if you didn't know sports were real, ESPN headlines would be crazy"

"Aaargh! Aaaargh! Aaaaarghh!"

Enough

Jesus, they weren’t bloody joking.

Walk tenderly beneath the looming specter of the tree god. #forestfriday #forest #tree #trees #nature #moss #trail

chico in the streets harpo in the sheets

Sometimes I do comedy writing in the form of Letterboxd reviews. This is one of those: boxd.it/dAwDXN

The witch walks through hedges. The witch walks through the wall of the woods. She knows the words of passing, knows the politeness owed to gates of thorn and tangle. Her constant conversation to the land leads her to secret places, leaf-cloaked sanctuaries. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

The witch feels the land's waking. Feels the greening of her soul. Her sorceries grow, her sorceries bloom. A thousand new feral songs swim her blood. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

The Weary Death / Tired, Pavel Karlovich Wenig, 1915 #TheVictorianBookoftheDead #AlfredHitchcockDay

Jacked action hero with goon in headlock, in raspy yet firm voice:

Every salt-hag has her place of standing. Rocks upon which she sings to summon the winds. Choired by gull shriek and surf rasp, these are her tide temples. These are her places where waves whisper wonders. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky

(sea monster bio) You've probably seen my writhing in The Atlantic

Matt Walsh whose followers sent repeated bomb threats to multiple children's hospitals has thoughts on violence

Art by Frank Cheyne Papé for At the Sign of the Reine Pedauque (La Rôtisserie de la reine Pédauque) (1922) by Anatole France. “You are my salamander.”

Love my JRPG community- always coming through! #fuckice

Today I woke up at 2 AM. Instead of falling back asleep my brain decided to conjure up these images which haunted my mind palace until properly expelled

Kill the reflexive urge to engage with anything you think is neat by finding out what the worst people you can imagine are saying about it first. Feel what you're feeling and move on with your day.

It’s wild how much better being alive is than being dead. Being alive has music and sex and a bunch of different kinds of apples and grapes. Being dead has what, unlimited access to worms? The choice is pretty clear to me.

Jess Cameron talking about drawing comics

Photos from out the window during breakfast on the last day of Arisia. This was a great con. Much good conversation about kinky superheroes, disinformation, neurodivergent creativity, Jack Kirby, marginalized pride (and joy), and more. Also dancin'. Excited to do more of all of it.