The Cat Apocalypse

unicornempire:

If you’re looking for something new to do this Halloween while waiting for the Trick’r’Treaters, take a look at Salt & Burn! In this original board game, you play a Hunter out on the road hunting down Monsters and saving lives, collecting cursed and enchanted objects, and trying to survive past Tuesday! The Original game has over 300 unique cards, 12 Hunter characters to play, 2 die, a full color illustrated rule book and 6 acrylic player tokens. 

You can get this game in time for Halloween if you purchase it by this upcoming Sunday, 10/27! [Domestic/US]

Beyond the Original Game, there are 2 booster packs and 1 expansion pack that alter the gameplay significantly to give you a variety of options when it comes to style of play to fit your group of friends. You can learn more about the Bitten Booster Pack and the Brothers Booster Pack or the End of Days Expansion in their listings. Happy Hunting!

sex-edumacation:

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

This x100000000000000000000

sex-edumacation:

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

This x100000000000000000000

sterlingsea:

tamorapierce:

taibhsearachd:

fatassvegan:

boo-author:

starklyinaccurate:

crohns-sucks:

neecygrace:

Today’s picture for invisible illness is a personal one. This is one of about 30 notes that my friend has received since using her handicapped placard. I’m going to say this to you, have you ever seen someone get out of a car parked in a handicapped space and said to yourself “they look too young or they don’t look disabled.” I’m going to go with yes you have, because we all have at one time. I can’t remember doing it, but before I understood the difficulties of invisible illness when I was younger I probably did. Let me ask you this though, when you had that thought was it because you knew with 100% certainty that they weren’t handicapped or did you assume that because of their age and/or not seeing a cane, walker or wheelchair? All I’m asking is that we stop and think when we someone need a mobility aid, park in a handicapped space or say they are disabled that we remember this “DISABILITY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH AGE OR APPEARNACE.” #spoonie #invisibleillness #disability #chronicillness #rheumatoidarthritis #lupus #fibromyalgia #myofascialpainsyndrome

If nothing else, this post needs to be seen around the internet more. This harassment is not okay and no one should have to deal with it on top of having an invisible illness. This is just another form of anonymous bullying to add to the internet bullying these TROLLS are capable of.
If you are healthy, please reblog.If you are sick, please reblog.If you have a disability, please reblog.If you have an invisible illness, please reblog.If you know someone with a disability, please reblog.If you are a human being, please reblog.Let’s spread the word and help those of us that may not look like it. 
Ignorance isn’t bliss, ignorance is ignorance. 

And people ask me why I am afraid to use my cane in public.Being disabled, visibly so is always dangerous

When I got my first cane and posted about it, I had people demanding to know why I thought I “deserved” it at my age.
That was the word.
"Deserved".

This is the kind of bullshit that made my dad, a man who dealt with crippling pain from degenerative disc disorder, afraid to apply for handicapped parking
I remember saying to him that he could get handicapped plates and hearing him say that it wasn’t “bad enough” as I watched him wince and hobble as he walked from the back of the parking lot
People internalize these ideas, even handicapped people, that’s why this is so fucking important

I use a cane when I’m outside because of fatigue and balance issues. It helps me stay on my feet longer and not fall over. I get dirty looks and rude stares literally every time I’m around strangers, because I’m not (usually) visually limping, because I’m not putting my weight on it 100% of the time, because I’m too young to look like I need it. Because obviously my cheap-ass not-pretty-at-all cane is a fashion statement, or a ploy for attention, or something. People are terrible.

I was flying recently with a friend, and we had all kinds of fun traveling.  We had been on the tarmac a while and were told we’d been on it another while when she checked her blood sugar and realized it was going down fast.  (She had thought she would be good until beverage service, not realizing we would be bumped to #7 in the takeoff queue twice.)  She asked the hostess for a drink, explaining her reasons, and the hostess, being a very nice person, brought her a snack box as well.  A little later my friend heard the women in the seat across from us to the rear tell each other she had just “pretended” to be diabetic to get the snack box that she hadn’t even asked for.  I wanted to punch them.

Very important!!!

sterlingsea:

tamorapierce:

taibhsearachd:

fatassvegan:

boo-author:

starklyinaccurate:

crohns-sucks:

neecygrace:

Today’s picture for invisible illness is a personal one. This is one of about 30 notes that my friend has received since using her handicapped placard. I’m going to say this to you, have you ever seen someone get out of a car parked in a handicapped space and said to yourself “they look too young or they don’t look disabled.” I’m going to go with yes you have, because we all have at one time. I can’t remember doing it, but before I understood the difficulties of invisible illness when I was younger I probably did. Let me ask you this though, when you had that thought was it because you knew with 100% certainty that they weren’t handicapped or did you assume that because of their age and/or not seeing a cane, walker or wheelchair? All I’m asking is that we stop and think when we someone need a mobility aid, park in a handicapped space or say they are disabled that we remember this “DISABILITY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH AGE OR APPEARNACE.” #spoonie #invisibleillness #disability #chronicillness #rheumatoidarthritis #lupus #fibromyalgia #myofascialpainsyndrome

If nothing else, this post needs to be seen around the internet more. This harassment is not okay and no one should have to deal with it on top of having an invisible illness. This is just another form of anonymous bullying to add to the internet bullying these TROLLS are capable of.

If you are healthy, please reblog.
If you are sick, please reblog.
If you have a disability, please reblog.
If you have an invisible illness, please reblog.
If you know someone with a disability, please reblog.
If you are a human being, please reblog.

Let’s spread the word and help those of us that may not look like it. 

Ignorance isn’t bliss, ignorance is ignorance. 

And people ask me why I am afraid to use my cane in public.

Being disabled, visibly so is always dangerous

When I got my first cane and posted about it, I had people demanding to know why I thought I “deserved” it at my age.

That was the word.

"Deserved".

This is the kind of bullshit that made my dad, a man who dealt with crippling pain from degenerative disc disorder, afraid to apply for handicapped parking

I remember saying to him that he could get handicapped plates and hearing him say that it wasn’t “bad enough” as I watched him wince and hobble as he walked from the back of the parking lot

People internalize these ideas, even handicapped people, that’s why this is so fucking important

I use a cane when I’m outside because of fatigue and balance issues. It helps me stay on my feet longer and not fall over. I get dirty looks and rude stares literally every time I’m around strangers, because I’m not (usually) visually limping, because I’m not putting my weight on it 100% of the time, because I’m too young to look like I need it. Because obviously my cheap-ass not-pretty-at-all cane is a fashion statement, or a ploy for attention, or something. People are terrible.

I was flying recently with a friend, and we had all kinds of fun traveling.  We had been on the tarmac a while and were told we’d been on it another while when she checked her blood sugar and realized it was going down fast.  (She had thought she would be good until beverage service, not realizing we would be bumped to #7 in the takeoff queue twice.)  She asked the hostess for a drink, explaining her reasons, and the hostess, being a very nice person, brought her a snack box as well.  A little later my friend heard the women in the seat across from us to the rear tell each other she had just “pretended” to be diabetic to get the snack box that she hadn’t even asked for.  I wanted to punch them.

Very important!!!

The Benandanti

bibliotecha-secreta:

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The Benandanti (which roughly translates to Good Walkers) were active during the 16th and 17th centuries, in Northeastern Italy.

Between 1575 and 1675, in the midst of the Early Modern witch trials, a number of Benandanti were accused of being heretics or witches under the Roman Inquisition, and their beliefs assimilated to Satanism.

Description

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The Benandanti, who included both male and females, claimed to travel out of their bodies while asleep to struggle against malevolent witches (streghe) in order to ensure good crops for the season to come.

The Benandanti reported leaving their bodies in the shape of mice, cats, rabbits, or butterflies, but most sources state wolves. The men mostly reported flying into the clouds battling against witches to secure fertility for their community; the women more often reported attending great feasts.

They were seen as having innate powers marked out at birthSpecififcally, it was a widely held belief that those who in later life became benandanti were born with a caul, or amniotic sac wrapped around their headsIn the folklore of Friuli at the time, cauls were imbued with magical properties, being associated with the ability to protect soldiers from harm, to cause an enemy to withdraw, and to help lawyers win their legal cases. In subsequent centuries, a related folkloric tradition found across much of Italy held to the belief that witches had been born with a caul.

From surviving records, it is apparent that members of the Benandanti first learned about its traditions during infancy, usually from their mothers. 

Journeys

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Although these were described by the Benandanti as spirit journeys, they believed that these were real occurrences.

On Thursdays between the Ember Days, periods of fasting for the Catholic Church, the Benandanti claimed their spirits would leave their bodies at night in the form of small animals. The spirits of the men would go to the fields to fight evil witches (malandanti). The Benandanti men fought with fennel stalks, while the witches were armed with sorghum stalks (witches’ brooms were made out of sorghum). If the men prevailed, the harvest would be plentiful.

The female Benandanti performed other sacred tasks. When they left their bodies they travelled to a great feast, where they danced, ate and drank with a procession of spirits, animals and faeries, and learned who amongst the villagers would die in the next year. In one account, this feast was presided over by a woman, “the abbess”, who sat in splendour on the edge of a well. Carlo Ginzburg has compared these spirit assemblies with others reported by similar groups elsewhere in Italy and Sicily, which were also presided over by a goddess-figure who taught magic and divination.

The earliest accounts of the benandanti’s journeys, dating from 1575, did not contain any of the elements then associated with the diabolic witches’ sabbath; there was no worshipping of the Devil (a figure who was not even present), no renunciation of Christianity, no trampling of crucifixes and no defilement of sacraments.

Ginzburg noted that whether the benandanti were themselves witches or not was an area of confusion in the earliest records. Whilst they combated the malevolent witches and helped heal those who were believed to have been harmed through witchcraft, they also joined the witches on their nocturnal journeys, and the miller Pietro Rotaro was recorded as referring to them as “benandanti witches”; for this reason the priest Don Bartolomeo Sgabarizza, who recorded Rotaro’s testimony, believed that while the benandanti were witches, they were ‘good’ witches who tried to protect their communities from the bad witches who would harm children. Ginzburg remarked that it was this contradiction in the relationship between the benandanti and the malevolent witches that ultimately heavily influenced their persecution at the hands of the Inquisition.

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socialjusticekoolaid:

Whites riot over pumpkins in NH and Twitter turns it into epic lesson about Ferguson, aka The Best of #PumpkinFest, PT 1. #staywoke

Actual fucking violence. This shit is so infuriating and these happy, “wild” kids will never know any other experience.

wingleader:

dynastylnoire:

THE CUTE I CAN’T DEAL

Ahhhhhhhh! Puffffeeeerrrrr!

wingleader:

dynastylnoire:

THE CUTE I CAN’T DEAL

Ahhhhhhhh! Puffffeeeerrrrr!

grizzlygains:

happyhalloweekes:

spoopy-shanin:

I’m not too late for the cute lil ghosts, right?

Of course you have to drag it and be amazed

THIS IS THE BEST ONE YET

grizzlygains:

happyhalloweekes:

spoopy-shanin:

I’m not too late for the cute lil ghosts, right?

Of course you have to drag it and be amazed

THIS IS THE BEST ONE YET

surprisebitch:

timelordblogging:

allofmylovetess:

dlubes:

clarknokent:

You know she regrets this lmao

watch the whole video. no way she does.

It’s your juicy jewel of flavor, Ring Pop!

WATCH THE FUCKING VIDEO

THE VIDEO MAKES THIS POST 94829383x BETTER THAN IT ALREADY IS OHMY GOD

surprisebitch:

timelordblogging:

allofmylovetess:

dlubes:

clarknokent:

You know she regrets this lmao

watch the whole video. no way she does.

It’s your juicy jewel of flavor, Ring Pop!

WATCH THE FUCKING VIDEO

THE VIDEO MAKES THIS POST 94829383x BETTER THAN IT ALREADY IS OHMY GOD

sttngfashion:

Oh my god. This kitten is named LeVar Purrton.

sttngfashion:

Oh my god. This kitten is named LeVar Purrton.

sexy-fruit:

THIS

sexy-fruit:

THIS

hjsteele:

For this shoot we wanted to replicate the styling of a traditional 50’s couple in a modern setting. 

Photography: Abigail Weibel
Clothing: Moth Oddities
Stylist: Lauren C. McGinty
Models: Tony Eliason & Model HJ Steele
MUAH: T Yolande Makeup
Location: Brunsfield North Loop Apartments

nubbsgalore:

photos by anderw milligan of an eleven week old cub playing in a pile of autumn leaves at the blair drummond safari park in stirling