Saw This And Thought Of You!

saw this and thought of you!

https://twitter.com/riseupcomus/status/1645815366298357770?s=46&t=c4Hs2n8RFFj8YB98pqfI9Q

*holding in the urge to info dump*

Wow after reading this Esquire article today, I am absolutely convinced that Owen Wilson is either:

a) an immortal born in 12th century Ireland

b) a fae being

c) actually, literally, just the real trickster god Loki

I feel like my whole sense of reality has just shifted to the left a little bit. I don't know how it's possible for one man to exude so much magical realism, but I felt like I was reading a modern version of The Great Gatsby but combined with Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten and "A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings," and now I've got goosebumps and a chill running down my spine. I'm both fascinated and deeply unnerved.

Some highlights that really drove this energy home:

"He’s fifty-two. His skin is tanned and healthy—ruddy—and he has enviable blond hair that always looks like he went swimming in the ocean a half hour ago and it dried in the sun, annoyingly perfect. The blue eyes are as blue as they are in the movies, or bluer."

"He asks questions. He is well-read. Very well-read. We parse the divergent narrative styles of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. He tells me about a book his brother Luke gave him recently: a biography of an obscure Swiss writer named Robert Walser. He mentions picking up a copy of The Snow Leopard not long ago, a book he says means a lot to him."

"The smiling blue eyes, fixed on me. You heard me. 'Do you think you could beat me in a race?'"

“Yeah, well, my brothers would say I make up rules.”

"Owen can seem like a man who’s rolling through life, as if he stumbled along from a previous century and will eventually wander off down the road, into the future."

"A butterfly carries his words off into the flowers of a nearby jacaranda tree, and he looks up and says, 'How’s our line doing?'"

"Several times, Owen has used the term “magical realism,” a literary genre in which the writer writes something unreal, or surreal, as if it were absolutely real. Owen seems to be always in search of making reality appear magical. Or making the magic of life more real. Or something."

“As a kid, there’s a lot of things that you think about,” he says. “Death—that kind of landed with me when I was about eleven. And I don’t remember ever talking with my parents about it. Although I do remember one time saying to my dad—and I remember exactly where in the house—saying, ‘I worry about dying,’ and seeing my dad turn away and catch himself. And I was surprised to see that reaction. But who knows, maybe that was part of why I said it.”

“We’re not in the same place we were when we sat down.”

"Owen is after something else, something more fascinating, or fun. Something different, and yet something that’s a thousand years old."

"Maybe it’s like the Aztecs say: “We come only to sleep / Only to dream / It is not true, it is not true / That we come to live on this earth” [beat] And stay hydrated!!!"

I've never seen anyone more encapsulate the emotion of awe, and never before have I so badly wanted to write a magical realism short story than at this very moment.

Gods meddle and magic will betray you, but this time… JUSTICE WILL REIGN

WHAT IT’S ABOUT

Legendborn meets Dynasty in Terry J. Benton-Walker’s contemporary fantasy debut, Blood Debts—an “extravaganza from start to finish” (Chloe Gong) with powerful magical families, intergenerational curses, and deadly drama in New Orleans.

Thirty years ago, New Orleans saw the greatest magical massacre in its history. In the days that followed, a throne was stolen from a queen.

On the anniversary of these brutal events, Clement and Cristina Trudeau—the sixteen-year-old twin heirs to the powerful, magical, dethroned family—are mourning their father and caring for their sick mother. Until, by chance, they discover their mother isn’t sick—she’s cursed. Cursed by someone on the very magic council their family used to rule. Someone who will come for them next.

Cristina, once a talented and dedicated practitioner of Generational magic, has given up magic for good. An ancient spell is what killed their father and she was the one who cast it. For Clement, magic is his lifeline. A distraction from his anger and pain. Even better than the random guys he hooks up with.

Cristina and Clement used to be each other’s most trusted confidant and friend, now they barely speak. But if they have any hope of discovering who is coming after their family, they’ll have to find a way to trust each other and their family’s magic, all while solving the decades-old murder that sparked the still-rising tensions between the city’s magical and non-magical communities. And if they don’t succeed, New Orleans may see another massacre. Or worse.

Elven Druid by Dominik Mayer

thor: so, do i have a brother or a sister today?

loki: since you ate my last piece of pie, today you have an enemy

sobbing. i love u my jewish learning ♡

[ID: Screenshot of an instagram post. The photo shows a young man dressed in traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing- a black hat, black suit and pants, and white shirt- wraps tefillin around the arms of a person draped in the rainbow pride flag. The person in the pride flag has shoulder length hair and is wearing a large white kipah, a t shirt, and shorts. They are standing outside on pavement. It's captioned "Do a mitzvah." End ID.]

EDIT: Photo is by uri cohn