GOAD E9 Game of Thrones « GEEKS OUT AFTER DARK
New Geeks Out After Dark Podcast!
Month: June 2013
● The shadow is the invisible saurian tail that man still drags behind him. Carefully amputated, it becomes the healing serpent of the mysteries. Only monkeys parade with it ●
– Carl Jung
killingforsport-eatingthebodies:
sound familiar?
“It was always too philosophical for me”
“I want to make a movie for movie fans”
“It’s not for Star Trek fans, it’s for people like me”
“Khan can’t be brown, he’ll be seen as a terrorist and nothing will change that”
“Who cares if he’s white. It’s about the acting, nobody’s gonna pay for someone who isn’t as famous as benedict”
“Star Trek has a large male fanbase so we have to appeal to them (by always having women in their underwear)
“Carol Marcus was a talented scientist but now she’s in her underwear, same as Uhura – I guess the public is not ready for educated women with equal positions”
“It’s 2013! and we’re still putting up with racism!”
“Gene Roddenberry and Star Trek always promoted equality and paid wave for coloured actors, and this is still happening?”
“It’s done, why do you still care, things can’t be different”
What’re those images from?
“Far Beyond the Stars,” Deep Space 9, season six, episode thirteen.
Deep Space Nine, everybody.
So so so many reasons why the nu!Trek movies aren’t the Star Trek I love and will never be. It’s just Hollywood running around big spaceships in flashes of air and light, with nothing underneath. Fuck those movies. Fuck them hard.
In Voudon, the loa are also known as “the Divine Horsemen” because of their special relationship to their worshippers; a person who becomes possessed is said to be “mounted by the loa” and is in a sense the “horse” during the while.
Maren M. Ulberg (via strange-attraktor)
I have been posting quite a few pictures of fetish model Bianca Beauchamp lately. She is an amazing vision of the goddess. But this one floored me. This is the closest reflection of my vision of Aiden, demonic creation and scion of Babalon, a character from the book, My Babylon.
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“What are you?”
The creature, the girl, the thing that had once been a dead body, lifted onto her hands and knees inside the magick circle where I had summoned her.
“I am what you made,” she said.
I have never pursued women based on their looks, yet I could not help but marvel in her countenance. Her magnificent breasts hung towards the floor, she stretched out, showing her amazing curves, lifting her ass into the air. She had red hair, long and curly, and olive skin which made the hair seem slightly unnatural, green eyes with flecks of gold. The perfect example of the feminine. Exactly what I desired. Because I made her that way.
