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I can’t be the only one who’s tired of modern capitaliszed Christmas and yearns for the old darker version of Christmas when people needed some form of joy and warmth to get them through the harsh cold, right?
I live in Florida so, I don’t get snowfall, or much cool weather at all. But I feel like this whole country has kind of lost sight of the origins of Christmas, whether that be the Pagan holiday or the Christian version.
I really want to move somewhere that gives me Carol of the Bells or God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman vibes in winter y’know? That sort of hauntingly beautiful candlelit lamppost wreathes and pine trees and smoking chimneys Christmas. I dunno, just a thought🤷
#Christmas isn’t the same anymore#nostalgia for a time I never lived in#dark christmas#old christmas#christmas#christianity#paganism#winter#bring Christmas back#i love the presents don’t get me wrong#sigh#fypage#yule#witchcraft#yuletide#pagan holidays
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#moodboard#aesthetic#icons#indie#pinterest#cozy#cottagecore#old christmas#christmas time#christmas eve#christmas tree#christmas#christmas decoration#retro aesthetic#retro#slavic#prl
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Happy Winter Solstice and Merry Christmas from North Wales.
Heuldro'r Gaeaf Hapus a Nadolig Llawen o Ogledd Cymru.
#cottagecore#north wales#wales#folklore#mari lwyd#eryri#christmas#old christmas#yuletide#yule#dark aesthetic
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Tb to the Christmas of 2020 lol!
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thinking about old christmas again... if you haven't heard Jean Ritchie's version of the Cherry Tree Carol, it's worth a listen. it's an old carol from an apocryphal story where Mary asks for some cherries and Joseph says "the father of your child can pick you cherries" so then Jesus asks the cherry tree to bend down so his mom can reach. my favorite part of this Kentucky version is that at the end, Joseph asks Jesus when his birthday is and he says "I will be born on THE SEVENTH OF JANUARY, THE SEVENTH OF JANUARY IS WHEN I WILL BE BORN" (with an implied "and if you think it's December, you're wrong").
please take a moment and imagine with me the family gathering where one cousin sings this while making very pointed looks at the poor wayward souls who have forgotten Jesus's birthday
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Dupont-Nemours Estate at Christmas
#vintage aesthetic#vintage style#vintage academia#vintage#old aesthetic#dark academia#academia#academia aesthetic#dark academia aesthetic#christmas aesthetic#vintage christmas#old christmas#beautiful
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ok this is really random but these old stable scene birth of jesus thing that my family has had since i was a baby looks really tasty for some reason
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vintage Christmas decor in an old maltese house (source)
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2009 VS 2023
#christmas#christmas morning#christmas tree#christmas gift#christmas gifts#christian#roman catholicism#roman catholic#catholicism#catholic#childhood photos#nostalgia#nostalgic#notalgic christmas#old christmas#then vs now#2000s christmas#2000s#2000s nostalgia
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Winter solstice is the briefest span of daylight upon Earth’s Northern Hemisphere which makes Christmas Day the return of the sun, a noted celestial event honored through various ancient and indigenous cultures well before the rule of the church. 🌞
Anthropology evidences that Euro-indigenous Christmas was more like Halloween with customs of costumery and communion with dead. Vestiges of old Yuletide traditions have been barely kept living in certain remote rural diasporic communities.
My Southern Appalachian country ass grew up hunting mistletoe in the wild, with a rifle, but was told how in the old days it had to be done, with a little sickle after climbing all the way up the trees. My Baptist church lady Memaw left small home made birthday cakes on altars for Baby Jesus, compete with candles. There is lots of talk about the dead in our families in this culture at Christmas, invitations to their memery, to their spirits. The old folks there, when I was growing up, still acknowledged Old Christmas on January 6/7th which is also a day on which it was said you could look for certain natural signs in the weather to be able to predict the quality of the summer weather to come, since there had been a fortnight of lengthened day hours since the annual reign of darkness.
In modern times, Samhain, as part of the neo pagan wheel of the year, is commonly mistaken as a one night only “thinning of the veil” event, but it is more like an opening night to many weeks of the haunted season of the dark. Christmas Day is in “the DEAD of winter” 💀 and initiates the waning of spooky season as the wheel of the year continually turns. Even the coldest Christmas conveys the promise of hot and horny season to come yet again. ♻️✨
Photo collage self portrait (not AI) by PJ Superior
#winter solstice#pagan holidays#old christmas#appalachain gothic#self portrait#photo collage#appalachian witch#Yule#spooky season#witchblr#dead of winter
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"i haven't worked you like a dog yet, as promised"
#merry christmas bsdumblr i'm a little late#here's my present to you all#okayyy queer.. that's enough.. you've only known this boy for what.. two days?#OLD ART STYLE OH MY GOD HOW IVE MISSED YOU😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#i actually haven't read the fifteen manga yet i think i should go do that#anyway hoshikawa fed us well fr best christmas present i could've asked for#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#chuuya nakahara#nakahara chuuya#dazai osamu#osamu dazai#soukoku#skk#lotus draws
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What the hell happens in the pikmin game?? Those little colourful bitches have been around for ages, but i never bothered looking them up, i just figured they were cute little mascots of some game. But your posts are making me question everything. Is it a horror game? (I know i could just google it, but asking you is funnier)
Yeah you're right asking me is much funnier :)
Pikmin is a fun and relaxing game! You play as a little astronaut man who gets to spend his days growing Pikmin, who are sweet and peaceful little plant creatures with leaves, buds, or flowers on their heads. You can corral them around with a little trumpet, like a bouquet of flowers following you through the pretty and whimsical landscapes of planet PNF-404 :)
Wait did I say fun and relaxing?
Sorry, typo.
It's a brutal skill-based survival game (❁´◡`❁)
So then maybe you're wondering, what's up with the Pikmin? What was that about growing a bunch of little flower guys? Well growing the Pikmin is super important!
It's super duper important mainly because you need to replace the Pikmin who die in the carnage of battle for you!
Battle against what?
Everything.
See on PNF-404, Pikmin are the bottom of the food chain. Just about every living breathing creature on this planet is orders of magnitude larger than the Pikmin and munch Pikmin by the hundreds for breakfast. Predators will do this instinctively. They will do this unprompted. They will do this while you're not looking. They will do this endlessly until every last Pikmin is dead.
So... what good are the Pikmin? What chance do they stand?
Really easy. Pikmin are the most violent creatures in the entire game 🥰🥰🥰.
How else do you survive when you're small and fragile other than incredible violence? Pikmin can exist out and about in swarms of up to 100. And the only way to survive predators as small little leaf creatures is to beat those predators to death with incredible mob violence before they can kill all of you.
Pikmin don't die like plants. They die like warriors.
And sometimes, this is the hardest mechanic to handle. Left to their own devices Pikmin will seek to shed blood. It's up to you to call them away from orchestrating their own demise, their own pursuit of the glory of Valhalla. It's in their nature. It's in their plant-blood.
And they go down hard. They shriek when snapped up in the jaws of predators. They glub and wail when drowning in water. They trill out screams when on fire. They choke and cough in poison. They die instantly to electricity. And you'll know a Pikmin is well and truly dead once it lets out a final whimper, and a ghost drifts away from where it once stood. This can happen by the dozens. This can happen to all 100 at once.
So wait, wait I've gotten far ahead of myself. Why the violence? Why the death? Why the fighting? What was that about a little astronaut man?
Well your astronaut man is Olimar, an honest and simple family man who's a freight ship captain from his home planet of Hocotate. He's a truck driver! He's just a guy taking his first vacation in years.
And a meteorite strikes his ship, tearing it to pieces as it crash-lands on a completely uncharted planet. Welcome to PNF-404...
And so you're Olimar. A truck driver. A nice dad. A victim of capitalism with the world's worst boss. Out on vacation.
Your ship is destroyed. No one is coming for you. No one will save you.
The oxygen on PNF-404 is poisonous.
You have 30 days before your life support system runs out.
You have 30 days until you die a brutal and lonely death.
Your only hope is to find every scattered missing piece of your ship--30 of them--strewn across the planet, return them to your ship, and repair it, before your 30 days are up.
But this is simply impossible. You're one tiny little man. You wouldn't be able to lift a single piece of your ship, let alone 30 of them, let alone doing so while fending off the wildlife hellbent on killing you.
But the Pikmin seem to like you...
So all that death? All the carnage and destruction? It's all in the effort to repair Olimar's ship before he suffocates. You pave a path of destruction decorated with the bodies of any creature that stands before you and your missing ship pieces.
The Pikmin do it. The Pikmin trust you. The Pikmin follow your command and die by your command. After all, you're growing their species. Oh did I forget to explain that part? The "how" of how growing Pikmin works?
Simple. Pikmin are grown from the corpses of the creatures they kill :).
If you kill something, the Pikmin take it back to their base and process it for pieces, and grow new Pikmin from it. That's how you get all the nice little flower creatures following you around. :)
Is it good enough? Can you sleep at night knowing that 50 creatures who trusted you implicitly were slaughtered under your misdirection? All to retrieve a hunk of metal which is 1/30 of the hope of getting you home alive? 100 slaughtered? 200? Day 30 is approaching. Things are looking bleak.
You're Olimar. Day 30 has arrived, and you haven't fully reconstructed your ship. You have no option to stay. Your life support has run out. You watch the Pikmin you've left behind, as you attempt to start up your ship which has not been safely repaired.
You try to take off, and try to make it home.
It does not go well.
But at least the Pikmin have another corpse to carry.
#pikmin#and maybe. if youre me. you are 6 years old the first time you get Olimar killed#because your sweet and well-meaning aunt bought the colorful little creature game for you for christmas#for your family's new game cube#chrissy talks pikmin
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happy twelfth night. the stories say if you go out at midnight tonight, you can hear all the plants and animals speaking. but the stories also say you probably don't want to do that cause the plants and animals are kinda annoyed by you interrupting so they'll tell you how you'll die. also this is held as proof that tonight is the night of *real christmas*, cause the animals haven't been corrupted by no gosh darned gregorian calendar
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The Cultured Christmas Tree (1968) Christmas Tree Farming Documentary
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Old Christmas Morning
Old Christmas Morning by Roy Helton
"Where you coming from, Lomey Carter,
So airly over the snow?
And what's them pretties you got in your hand,
And where you aiming to go?
"Step in, Honey: Old Christmas morning
I ain't got nothing much;
Maybe a bite of sweetness and corn bread,
A little ham meat and such,
"But come in, Honey! Sally Anne Barton's
Hungering after your face.
Wait till I light my candle up:
Set down! There's your old place.
Now where you been so airly this morning?
"Graveyard, Sally Anne.
Up by the trace in the salt lick meadows
Where Taulbe kilt my man."
Taulbe ain't to home this morning . . .
I can't scratch up a light:
Dampness gets on the heads of the matches;
But I'll blow up the embers bright."
"Needn't trouble. I won't be stopping:
Going a long ways still."
"You didn't see nothing, Lomey Carter,
Up on the graveyard hill?
What should I see there, Sally Anne Barton?
Well, sperits do walk last night."
There were an elder bush a-bloo ing
While the oon still give so e light.'
Yes, elder bushes, they bloom, Old Christmas,
And critters kneel down in their straw.
Anything else up in the graveyard?
One thing more I saw:
I saw my man witb his bead all bleeding
Where Taulbe's shot went through."
" What did he say? He stooped and kissed me.'
What did he say to you?
"Said, Lord Jesus forguv your Taulbe;
But he told me another word;
He said it soft when he stooped and kissed me.
That were the last I heard."
"Taulbe ain't to home this morning."
"I know that, Sally Anne,
For I kilt him, coming down through the meadow
Where Taulbe kilt my man.
"I met him upon the meadow trace
When the moon were fainting fast,
And I bad my dead man's rifle gun
And kilt him as he come past."
But I heard two shots." "'Twas his was second:
He shot me 'fore be died:
You'll find us at daybreak, Sally Anne Barton:
I'm laying there dead at his side."
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