look at this #gif. this is a being that fear not god, nor fatal wound nor death. in fact he laughs, quiet joyously, in death’s face. he is missing half of his body. he is skewered by an icicle. but does it phase him? no. he has surpassed this world’s simple minded way of life. he has reached mantra. he has removed god from his throne and god was willing
human fef getting ready to hit the pool when…
)(OTTI-E AT 10 O CLOCK!!
so I started reading a clockwork orange (and for those that don’t know, it has a bunch of weird words so there are glossaries of the ones you need to know) and I came across something interesting
therefor bro named this bastard
and I think that is the best thing ever
Okay, now I’m picturing Bro and/or Dirk as played by a young Malcolm McDowell, and it’s really fucking
Spring 2014 anime list
Please take this with a grain of salt. This is the closest thing we have so far to believe in. All we can do right now is hope it is all true
/waiting for the DRRR fandom to flip out again
>Spice & Wolf Season 3
Only in dreams
cries self to sleep
WAIT WHAT? If Pokémon special’s gets an anime I hope it’s a series and not just a few episodes
(literal pirate Gundam, animated Pluto, Baccano!, and thugwumping YOTSUBA&! don’t slouch either).
I…think I need a moment.
*sound of tears being choked back* Donald, you judgmental dork.
The Misunderstood Krampus
Over the last few years, the centuries-old figure of Alpine Europe, the Krampus, has become increasingly well known in the United States, thanks to books (et al) by Monte Beauchamp, and appearances on the Venture Bros, some Anthony Bourdain show or other, and the Colbert Report. As a result, the Krampus has become the subject of popular merchandise, including t-shirts, greeting cards, stickers, and figurines, leading some to assert that the Krampus, perhaps like Christmas itself, has become too commercial.
But my concern lies elsewhere. In many descriptions and depictions of the Krampus I have seen across the internet, he is frequently described as the “anti-Santa,” the villain of Christmas. That he is the Christmas Satan to Santa’s Christmas God, in some kind of Manichaean duality, that the two are locked in some kind of battle for children’s lives. This, I feel, shows a misunderstanding of the Krampus on a fundamental level.
First of all, it’s important to remember that the Krampus is the companion of Saint Nicholas. They’re on the same team. Furthermore, the chains the Krampus wears are there to remind you that he is subordinate to the Saint’s power. Whatever evil he may have once represented has been defeated, and evil has been turned to the forces of good.
Additionally, while, yes, it is the duty of the Krampus to punish naughty children, why does that make him a villain? Punishing those who have done wrong is the very central idea of justice, isn’t it? But, Benito! you say. His methods are severe! Whippings from birch branches! Carrying children off to hell! How can you defend such things?
To this I reply: these are threats, intended to scare children straight. Does he really beat children? Does he really carry them off to hell? The patron saint of children is standing right there, folks. What is justice if it is not tempered with mercy? The Krampus is a warning.
But don’t be deceived: he is clearly a powerful creature, sharp of claw and swift of foot. But despite what some would have you believe, this power isn’t dedicated to harming children: remember, he is a tool of Saint Nicholas, who is dedicated wholly to protecting children.
The Christmas season is a time of darkness, in a literal and metaphorical sense. The nights are longer, the sun slips away faster, the air is cold. People used to believe that Christmas, much like Halloween, was a time when the veil between this world and the next was very thin indeed. It was dangerous to roam the night due to the presence of fairies, witches, werewolves, goblins and trolls.
Fight fire with fire, fight monsters with monsters. You might scoff at this, but the proof is in the imagery: Krampus and his other shaggy Yuletide compatriots such as the Klaubauf are traditionally bedecked with bells. This very ancient tradition had a specific purpose: to drive off evil spirits and summon good ones. To the pre-Christian Alpine people, Krampusse and Perchten were guardians, not devils.
Finally, the story of the Krampus represents a central metaphor of Christmas: redemption, renewal, a new beginning. A woodland spirit, driven from his home by Christianization, takes revenge by murdering children, but is captured by a saint of God who teaches him the error of his ways, and now he works to protect the very children he once harmed. Christmas presents us with an opportunity to start again: the end of the year, the rebirth of the sun, the coming of a Messiah, or however you choose to interpret it. The Krampus, as well as his many other chain-bedecked repentant brethren, represent us: we messed up, we got another shot, and now we’re giving it our best. How can we demonize that?
The Krampus is good, though he is admittedly not safe. But I feel the same could be said about another figure who lives out in the wilderness, covered in fur, careening around the sky in a flying sleigh.
In short: the Krampus is a wild, unpredictable figure who works to preserve justice and peace by means of intimidating the superstitious.
He’s not the Lex Luthor to Santa’s Christmas Superman. He’s the Batman.
Since Krampusnacht is the perfect night to talk about the dark companions of St Nicholas, here is a comic by me and Evan Shaner all about one of his non-Krampus companions, the Klaubauf.
how 2 draw trees like me
holy fucking shit
get this circulated. like, everywhere.
Read this. You need to know.
Wow. I’m glad I got past the hyperbolic headline and read the article.
It fascinates me about the whole “Anonymous” involvement. The term associates in my mind more with the kind of guys in /b/ who keep a revenge porn site running, rather than posting the site owner’s SSN.
Maybe for the internet in aggregate human decency outweighs the assholes. It’s a comforting dream, anyway…
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Okay yes you got me.
I did indeed start identifying as asexual because I’m on Tumblr.
And you know what.
If I wasn’t on Tumblr, if this website hadn’t taught me that wonderful little word, I would still be identifying as what I did before Tumblr.
Would you like me to tell you what that word was?