This is yet another thing I thought Pratchett had made up but turned out to be totally real.
Guys 2014 is in two months
On a lighter note.
The main reason I ever wanted to write a Hungarian mythology-based urban fantasy is that I needed to see someone do Bread Magic in a mundane modern setting.
Bread Magic shows up in a variety in Hungarian fairytales. It works like this: when someone evil, usually the devil, sometimes a dragon, wants to come into your house and hurt you, usually by taking your children, what you do is put a loaf of bread on the windowsill. It will speak for you.
When evil demands admission, the bread will say: First, they buried me under the ground, and I survived. When I sprouted, they cruelly cut me down with sickles, and I survived. They threshed me with their flails and I survived. They ground me to flour with their millstones and I survived. They put me in a bowl and kneaded me, then they put me in a hot oven to bake me, and I survived. Have you done all these things? Until you do all these things and survive, you have no power here.
This is pretty powerful magic I think, and it makes sense in a country where wheat is the staple crop and bread is the staple food. If you have bread, you are alive, if you have no bread, you are dead, therefore bread is life. It was customary to refer to wheat as “life” well into the twentieth century, and not in high literary circles either: rural seasonal workers negotiated their wages in so and so many sacks of life.
And I totally want someone to do bread magic with a shitty store-bought muffin.
“They filled me full of toxic preservatives, and yet I can still nourish. They left me under harsh florescent lighting, and yet I can still bring comfort. The one who baked me will never see the one who eats mez and yet I can still convey some sense of love, of care.
Until you can have your nature so twisted, yet remember and hold to it still, you have no power here.”
Oooh. Damn, that’s Big Magic that could unFall an angel by sheer force of logic.
42,000 matches .
when it all turned black with only a little fire on the side it looked like a hole burning into reality
TEEN HORSE GIRL MOVIE WHERE THE HORSE DIES AN HOUR IN AND THE SECOND HALF IS THE GIRL LEARNING OCCULT SCIENCE TO REANIMATE IT SO SHE CAN WIN THE BIG DERBY
Necroprancer
TAGLINE: YOU CANT BEAT THIS DEAD HORSE
god I am always thinking about how moist von lipwig fundamentally does not think himself as a real person. he's not a real person, and so none of his actions have consequences. until he is forced to be a real person and deal with the consequences of his actions (adorabelle) like. it's even in the name. lipwig is a fake mustache. he's not real he's just a character. he's always playing a character. what do you mean his actions have real consequences. he's not real. until he is.
I have been angrily walking around my kitchen for the past ten minutes muttering "a fucking lip wig. Goddammit, Terry."
with crafts, sometimes buying the specialized/higher quality tools and materials makes an unfathomable difference and sometimes it hardly matters at all and the problem is that there's not an easy way of determining which one it's gonna be
“Morse Coding with the D1P! 🤓💻” via @plip.works on TikTok
Til there’s Morse code for special characters like () and “”
This bitch is programming via telegram
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