asksecularwitch:

threefolddaughter:

Alternate spellings ifwomanused by some Dianic Witches and Goddess worshipers in order to exclude the term -man.

(entry from The Encyclopedia of Modern Witchcraft and Neo-Paganism, second edition)

It still makes me laugh so hard that I pee my pants whenever I see these spellings.

Then I remember that Z Budapest is a fuckface. And then I smile to myself.

Then I dance a happy jig knowing that when she dies, there’s going to be more than a few trans-folk who’ll hop fences and piss right on her grave. No grass shall ever grow on it.

And I thought “wimmin” was a phonetic spelling for certain regional accents. TIL!

Dammit Tumblr. I’m trying to nurse a foul grudge here, and you just keep spoiling it.

I suppose I should thank you now.

Grr.

And such.

Oh! A Doctor Who reference? ~squee~

Fuck! I was ranting. … lost my place … fuck.

Now look what you did!

pernillo:

It’s blue

It’s bigger on the inside

Basically a whole new dimension

I control where I’m going. 

I can go to any fandom I want. 

I can meet new friends, and share the wonders I have found with them.

I took one look at Tumblr, and it stole me. 

thiscrookedcrown:

captain-sonic:

caribbeanstudy:

Here’s a informative post for you all. 

Step 1:

 

Look! It’s a post you adore, but it’s kind of long. However, you want the entire text to appear on your blog and not just the snippet. 

Step 2:

Sure enough, when you go to reblog it, it’s a snippet. No fear though!

Step 3: 

See this? Click ‘as.’ 

Step 4: 

Now, click ‘as text’. 

Step 5: 

Now everything appears! Reblog that awesome post! 

Reblogging this because some people prob don’t know about this.

Keep in mind some folks use the tumblr app on their phone and cannot do this trick. Otherwise… No excuses.

(You know how hard it was NOT to reblog as a link (the default) just to piss people off? Also, This info should be part of Welcome to Tumblr email, because I didn’t find out until after many a frustrating post.)

(Source: dreamflower)

asksecularwitch:

cedargrass:

Don’t waste that full moon !!! <SNIP ALL DAT SHIT>

*scratches her ass*

Oh I’m wasting it. Because I do what I want.

Plus I don’t see the full moon as any big ol’ deal for me. :D

There was a partial lunar eclipse last night, viewable from my area. I slept through it. Intentionally. Just not my thing.

asksecularwitch:

ninja-to-the-face:

Which Pantheon do you worship most? 

Just interested that’s all

Lulz. I don’t worship shit.

NO

I LIES

Tom Hiddleston and Jesus are my Patrons.

I had to really think about this. Because of that word. “Worship.” Um. Hmm. ~scratches head~ What the fuck does that word mean anyway? I really don’t know. As an Former Christian (Read: Apostate), that word is loaded with Gratuitous Doses of Blind Obedience.

I kick around with a few different pantheons. Sometimes the Norse. Never the Celtic. I wave to Ganesha on occasion. (He’s so cool, I mean really. Nothing bothers him. Nothing.)

Sometimes Snake likes to get his feathers on and prance around all Quetzalcoatl style. But lately he’s been on a Kemetic kick, so I’m waiting to see what comes of this.

The Rum-Swiller is the closest I have to a “patron” now. His base (in his current appearance) is an ocean and half a continent away from Europe, so I guess he’ll do for the purposes of the OP’s question. (In hindsight, Loki wasn’t my patron. Just my handler.) So I dropped the question in his lap. Does he consider me a worshiper of his?

I’ve never seen anyone squirt rum through their nose before. That’s gonna sting for a while. (And no, he doesn’t. But I may have to make amends for wasting that rum.)

Oh. I’m rambling. Anyways. To answer the OP: I don’t follow a Norse, nor a Celtic path. I’m familiar with deities from both, but neither pantheon has a pedestal/high spot in my life. Of the other pantheons I dance around with, only one deity has a major influence in my life, and that’s more like mentor/student than god/worshiper. And even that is subject to change. I’m bound to no pantheon, restricted to no single path.

In the middle of nonsense dreaming, I found myself back at The City again. (Yes, it needs a better name. I’m open to suggestions how to find its name.) R.G. and I were having tea and discussing the nature of the Caravan and the power of emotions.

He said that while my dream symbolism about it seems shocking and gratuitous, it is a very accurate description of the mental processes one goes through when the emotions are allowed to rule oneself. “Do you think the people on the Caravan don’t know what’s out there? That they are not aware of the consequences of their actions? They know! You knew! The fields of feces that surround the Caravan represent the destructiveness such emotional slavery brings. But they don’t want to face that. They don’t want to acknowledge the problems their indulgences have made. So they stay on the Caravan, not just because of the addiction that brought them there. But because they don’t want to face the truth.”

“When did you really leave the Caravan? When you stepped off into the filthy fields? When you walked away in an arbitrary direction? Or when you approached this city?”

I thought about it for a bit. Sipped my tea. “When I approached the city. I wasn’t dwelling on the Caravan by then.”

We sat silently for a while. The cooling afternoon was segueing into early night.

“So, what were the mushrooms, then? They spawned from human waste, and that guy used me as a trigger to get them to grow.”

R.G. chuckled. “You mean to tell me, you have never encountered a truth so distasteful, you were willing to do anything to avoid it?” He finished his cup. “Also, this is the Dreaming. He used you, yes, but not the way you think. The Caravan is full of predators and prey.”

“Night has fallen. You should be off with yourself.”

I finished my cup as well. We stood and shook hands in friendship and farewell. As I walked away from the sidewalk cafe, I left the City and the Dreaming.

(The dream where the Caravan (and the City and that Building) first appears: Three Different Ways: Ain’t This Some Shit.)