It Turns Out Demon Summoning Is Only Bad When You Do It For Selfish Motives. You Discovered This As You,

February. Cool sheets and warm limbs. Champagne truffles. Lace bras. Long afternoons in the library and evening dance courses. A full agenda. White chocolate. A trace of perfume on a cashmere scarf. Love letters by Woolf and Nabokov. Lipstick kisses on teacups. Evening walks in rosy-cool dusk. Tender sensuality.

I’ll stop goncharov posting soon but can I just say how fascinating it is to me that the genre we picked was cold war mafia movie? because if you had asked the internet a month ago what kind of film tumblr would invent, if tumblr were to invent a film, the answers would have been way more woke. a queer coming of age romance or a sexy heist with a super diverse cast or live action infinity train or whatever.

instead, the hive mind, the collective, latched on to something with much narrower boundaries, with stricter rules. no cold war mafia movie would have “good gay rep” or “a happy ending”, like you might expect tumblr to want. we want, we made, something rife with hidden truths, deception and manipulation, suppressed and sublimated emotions. it’s a movie rife with symbolism and suggestion, a text that needs to be unpicked and puzzled over, not one that spoonfeeds us a morally pure protagonist.

the website famous for our shithouse reading comprehension made this complex metatext about methods of interpreting an ambiguous artwork and that’s given me more hope for humanity than I’ve gotten from the internet in a long goddamn time

Today or this noon

She dwelt so close,

I almost touched her;

Tonight she lies

Past neighbourhood—

And bough and steeple—

Now past surmise.

- By Emily Dickinson

How do I do it? How do I escape the capitalist life—how do I reclaim this language? The language of a slow sunrise. The language of salt and blood. The language of 10,000 stones. The language of sleeping stars. The language that gives me my name.

— Angel Dominguez, from “[Dear Diego],” Desgraciado

cancel your plans we’re thinking about the pale blue dot voyager pic tonight

The universal language of the galaxy is music, with every genre communicating different sentiments and emotions. When humanity first makes contact with the wider galactic community they are disturbed by us. As it turns out no other species has ever come up with anything even close to metal.

i was forced to sin…………………………………………….

planets & intent

a quick guide on which planets to utilize for spellwork based on intent. [updated 11.28.24]

banishing: sun, saturn, pluto

beauty: venus, neptune

business: sun, mercury

binding: saturn, pluto

cleansing: sun, moon

communication: mercury, jupiter

confidence: mars, jupiter

courage: sun, mars, jupiter

creativity/imagination: moon, venus, neptune

cursing: saturn, neptune, pluto

divination: moon, uranus, neptune

dreams: moon, neptune

empathy: moon, venus, neptune

energy: sun, mars

fertility: moon, venus

happiness: sun, jupiter

healing: sun, moon, neptune

illusion: moon, neptune

independence: mars, uranus

invisibility: moon, neptune, pluto

legal matters: saturn

love: venus

luck: mercury, jupiter

manifestation/power: sun, moon, mars, pluto

meditation: moon, neptune

mental clarity: sun, mercury, uranus

mental power: uranus, neptune

peace: moon, neptune

prosperity/wealth: sun, mercury, jupiter

protection: mars, saturn

psychic abilities: moon, uranus, neptune

relaxation/calming: moon, neptune

sexual relations: venus, mars, pluto

spell-breaking: saturn, pluto

strength: sun, mars

success: mercury, mars, jupiter, saturn

technology: mercury, uranus

travel: moon, mercury

wisdom: mercury, uranus, neptune, pluto

wishes: sun, jupiter

© 2024 ad-caelestia

I will say I am so fucking glad we get to finally see some of shiv's rage this season. it's been blubbering under the surface for the entirety of the show and it's finally coming out, slowly, in small increments but it is. but it's still really fucked up how even now, even after everything that's happened, everything that's been done to her, there isn't really a response there from other people, mostly. when she loses her shit at tom on the phone this episode because he FUCKED HER OVER, he doesn't even acknowledge it, it's just 'I don't know what you mean, I don't know maybe Sara made a mistake. I want this to be amicable' literally gaslighting her and making seem as if she's the crazy one for freaking out after he did this to her. same goes for her outburst at the karaoke bar. no one really knows how to respond and she's just left with this ever-simmering rage, that, if she lets it out, proves to everyone around her that she's just the hysterical woman. and if she doesn't it just eats her alive without anyone even taking fucking notice

“your poems are too powerful. they’re like snakes. they slither into me, and they coil around my heart, and they squeeze me until I can’t breathe. they are glittering and venomous, and they bite. I got scared, emily. of you, of the way that you grip me, of the way that you poison me.”

sometimes i think about sue saying this to emily and then i have to take a minute to breathe again.