Sugar-Pills

anonymous asked:

I’m not sure if you’ve answered this before but I was curious about the science witch part of your bio. Do you mind explaining that?

Hope you don’t mind if I copy and paste from my previous posts.

In my limited experience, science witches blend empirically proven physical correspondences with metaphysical properties that we believe to be on the edge of proof. We do not have hard evidence, but we have enough compelling evidence that we can take a leap of faith and believe there is more to something than what science has confirmed to date. We also apply the scientific method to magic, so forming hypotheses, documenting results, analyzing those results are all very important. Another thing is that a lot of us believe in the power of the placebo effect. It may not be that any one thing directly causes a result, but there have been many studies showing people who simply believed their placebo (such as a sugar pill rather than actual medicine) was going to cause a certain effect actually experienced that effect. Willpower has been proven to heal, to an extent, and we try to harness that. In a way, we’re like most witches, but we just take it a step further in trying to incorporate our love of science. I, personally, like to distill my water and rose water and make herbal extracts and I’m working on distilling essential oils using my home lab equipment. I have smelted copper metal from copper carbonate that I intend to use in transformation rituals. I’m working on electroplating copper onto pendulums and pendants I soldered to help conduct energies (copper is a good electrical conductor and I like using symbolism). I believe quartz is good for transforming energies from one type to another in the way that they convert internal physical stresses into piezoelectricity. To me, science is just magic that’s been explained. Magic is science where we maybe haven’t identified the mechanism of action yet.

I’ve been really into the ‘humans are weird’ and ‘space australia’ thing lately and you know what no one has talked about?

The placebo effect.

If you hand someone a sugar pill and tell them it’ll help them with their cold or something else, their belief that the pill will work actually has an impact on their health improving. You obviously don’t see that with any other creature on Earth.

Imagine humans telling aliens that they don’t always need medicine to heal people. Their raw belief is sometimes enough to make them better.

We always talk about physical adversity - continuing to fight even when we are injured - but I find this to be a case of adversity as well. We push through the disease because we believe we will.

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Veterinary Homeopathy

Homeopathy is huge right now and interest in it is growing. Many people take homeopathic remedies and a large portion are giving them to their pets. When I discuss this with owners it becomes clear that most people don’t actually know what homeopathy is nor what they are giving themselves or their pets. I truly believe that people need to have at least a basic understanding of what they put in the bodies of themselves and their pets so that they they can take control of their healthcare to some degree. Let’s try and make that happen.

Homeopathy was invented in 1796 by a man named Samuel Hahnemann who believed all diseases were caused by miasms or impure airs. Later on he refined his theory and believed there were 3 main miasms: Itch, Gonorrheal, and Chancre. What else was happening in medicine at the turn of the 19th century? Drowning victims had tubes inserted into their anuses and were pumped full of tobacco smoke. The smallpox vaccine was invented and people thought it would turn you into a cow. Cholera was thought to be caused by eating cold fruits or from being overly passionate. Hysteria was thought of as a disease of women caused by the uterus wandering around the body, the treatment involved intercourse for married women or a medical “massage” by a doctor for those unwed. 

The basis for homeopathy is that like cures like. If you are bitten by a venomous snake, the same venom is used to cure you. Vomiting is cured by giving something that causes vomiting, commonly strychnine. Strychnine is poison though, right? Strychnine causes vomiting, diarrhea, heart arrythmias, and death. So how can it be used to cure diseases? TL;DR version: it can’t. Long version is that Hahnemann believed that the more dilute a substance, the more powerful it was. He diluted substances in water believing that the water would “remember” the energy of the substance and impart the cure even without any of the substance. So the very dilute remedies do not even have a single molecule of the substance in them. They are just water.

There are 3 main dilutions used in homeopathy: the centesimal scale, the decimal scale, and The Quinguagintimillesimal Scale. In the centesimal scale 1 part of a substance is mixed with 99 parts water and the container is hit or “succussed” 10 times to impart the energy into the water. This is called a 1C dilution. 1 part of the 1C dilution is added to 99 parts water and the mixing done again resulting in 2C. This can go on forever, usually though it ends somewhere around 24C.

Decimal scale is the same only it is 1:10. The Quinguagintimillesimal scale is the most dilute so is the most powerful. The dilution here is 1:50,000.

A very popular homeopathic remedy is Oscillococcinum which supposedly cures the flu. So it must contain flu virus right? Wrong. It is made boiling duck hearts and liver and then diluting out to 200C. At this point there is nothing in the medication except water and sucrose. The manufacturer has lost at least 2 lawsuits for false medical claims because they cannot prove it works.

So the basis of homeopathy is that water can remember whatever substance is placed in it and will cure diseases. If that’s the case are we all drinking dinosaur urine energy? Or what about all the chemicals we mix with our water, does it remember those?

Homeopathy is a psuedoscience. It is not real. There are no studies that can find any proof it works other than placebo. Basic science contraindicates the tenets of homeopathy. People take the remedies and report that they “feel” better, but no testing is ever done. And yet people spend millions on homeopathic cures. What really bothers me is that people will refuse vaccines, medication, etc. and say vets are ripping them off and are unscrupulous. Then they go to the store and pay $15.00 for sugar pills and believe it will cure disease.

The sad thing is that you do a quick Google search and find psuedoscientific studies, papers, journal articles, even homeopathic doctors. They claim modern medicine doesn’t want people to be cured or that nobody can explain how it works but it does. Homeopathy is a crock and it doesn’t work. People die all of the time because they take homeopathic remedies over real medicine but these are reported as death by cancer, heart disease, etc. because it was disease that did them in not the homeopathy. Samuel Hahnemann, the inventor of homeopathy, died of bronchitis.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any longer thirsty fics for other ships? Just looking at the Yoonmin ones made me want more? <3

sure! I’m just gonna put them in the same order as my bookmarks on ao3 bc its like, almost midnight, and ya girl is t i r e d and lazy :’( but i will d e liverrrr edit: just kidding i put it in order by ship :’)

Once In A Lifetime by SevenSoulmates [Vmin, M, 34k]

the most beautiful and terrible thing by kaythebest [Vmin, G, 5k]

against the grain by CaptainButts [Vmin, Not Rated, 5k]

love at first swipe by maxx [Vmin, T, 9k]

fireflies by kaythebest [Vmin, T, 12k]

finger cuffs by nonheather [Vmin, T, 30k]

im yours to keep by CaptainButts [Vmin, T, 8k]

drunk and in love by taebyte [vmin, T, 24k]

Shooting Stars and Silver Moons by mucha [vmin, E, 20k]

it’s your heart i wanna live (& sleep) in by knth [vmin, T, 22k]

Seal It With A Kiss by adrenalinecaged [taekook, M, 7k]

all i want for christmas (is you) by jimins [taekook, Not Rated, 2k]

Operation Get Jeon Jungkook Into Kim Taehyung’s Pants (And Also His Heart) by itsbaekhyum [taekook, T, 7k]

paint me in color by princesschimin [taekook, E, 5k]

Even If I Die, It’s You by captainheyturnitup [taekook, E, 16k]

Been There All Night by Bangtanbananas [taekook, E, 9k]

You’re an Alpha?! by Kookiefluffle [taekook, E, 3k]

love in the time of social media by abillionstars [taekook, T, 23k]

Date Nights by ShortyKai [taekook, G, 9k]

Drink up baby (it’s poison) by taeharem [taekook, T, 10k]

I Was Made For Loving You by pinkeow [taekook, T, 29k]

Like You’re Whispering by joonphases [namjin, M, 14k]

springing a leak by CrimsonStone [namjin, E, 4k]

a sugar coated pill and a pick me up by whomstisthis [namjin, T, 25k]

how people move by doozy (jungtaeh) [namjin, G, 17k]

color my heart (like that red sunset) by sophia7 [namjin, T, 8k]

Eternally Yours by moonsuns [namjin, G, 4k]

His First Time by ColorMeWithTheStars [namjin, E, 4k]

Hey Kitty, Kitty by jonghyunslisterine [jikook, E, 3k]

hit me (with your best shot) by happy_tokki [jikook, G, 7k]

nothing’s somethings by adequater [jikook, T, 5k]

i’ll stick to you like glue-cose by cygnus (lucid_wisteria) [jikook, T, 7k]

Shot Through the Heart by gloomy [jikook, T, 5k]

Training Wheels by jeonify [jikook, G, 4k]

the daily grind by whomstisthis [yoonseok, E, 7k]

sew your heart to my sleeve by inkingbrushes [yoonseok, T, 8k]

All I ever wanted (Was a part of you that I couldn’t break) by inkingbrushes [yoonseok, T, 14k]

I Thought That I Was Dreaming When You Said You Loved Me by teenuviel1227  [yoonseok, M, 7k]

nothing makes sense when you’re in love byhouse_laurie [namgi, E, 10k]

Soft Hands And Scars (And Maybe I Like You) bytoungemoji [namgi, G, 2k]

six to nine (we’ll play the game) by gunhee [namgi, Not Rated, 22k]

The Rest Comes After by miskeen [namgi, T, 17k]

take it or leave it by syubnugget (subsequence) [namgi, E, 40k]

Hi, Welcome to Tumblr! by DancingSkys [namgi, M, 7k]

you’re my fifth season (look, to me, you’re still green)by shortiest [namgi, G, 9k]

Yoongi and the Pea, or: What the Fuck Is Wrong With Your Bed by noraebangbang [namgi, T, 5k]

little by little (into your world) by sirradel [namgi, M, 15k]

you say you want passion (i think you found it) byJemKay [namgi, E, 6k]


I hope this quenches ur thirst ;-)

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Pink Lemonade

Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn’t expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn’t expecting to enjoy the company so much

A/N: I was actually going to cut this entire chapter out, jumping ahead to the party but I couldn’t resist a little Reddie banter. Sue me.

Word Count: 1867

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The first thing that had become painfully clear as they began their five hour drive, was that Eddie Kaspbrak had the worst singing voice in the entire world. It was a mixture between cat mating calls and nails on a chalk board and yet his horrific voice didn’t stop the smaller boy from belting out his favorite lyrics. Each time the song would change he would gasp and exclaim how much he loved this song and begin to screech over the blaring speakers.

Although he was sure that his ears had started to bleed, Richie found himself enjoying every second of it. He even egged it on, drumming his hands on the steering wheel and screaming along at the top of his lungs. Never in his life had he been happier driving long distance and never did he think he would sing along with The Beetles.

“Okay I need a break.” Eddie exclaimed, turning down the volume. “I don’t want to lose my voice before the game tonight.”

“Oh what no encore?” Richie joked, smirking over to his friend. “I think I may still have some hearing left in my left ear.”

“Oh haha.” The smaller boy sneered, opening the chips that thrashmouth brought along. “If you think I sing badly then you should hear Stan.”

“What do animals follow him too?” Richie joked, “Because I’m assuming there is going to a shit ton of cats waiting for us at the hotel. Pussy galore my friend.”

Eddie didn’t reply, instead he stuffed his face and flipped the bird. Richie laughed, amused by the sight. There was a crunch from the bag as the trashmouth leaned over and snatched back his snacks, ignoring the protest of his passenger.

He couldn’t help but smirk at Eddie as he pouted on the other side of the cab, crossing his arms and sticking out his bottom lip. There was a push of emotion in Richie’s chest, forcing it down with conversation. “How in the hell have we never met before? What are you new to Derry or something?”

The small boy snorted, “Richie, we have went to the same school since the third grade.”

“What? There is no way in hell that’s true.” He replied, “I think I would remember someone like you Eds.”

“Yeah right.” He replied, chuckling lightly. “Richie Tozier, remember me? Now I know that you’re the joker of Derry.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, slightly taken aback by the statement. His stomach churned, almost telling him not to press the subject.

“No offense Richie but you aren’t the type of person to hang out with us losers. Hell, I’m surprised you even talked to us.” It was like Eddie had punched him in the chest, he looked over to the smaller kid desperate to find some kind of humor only to come up short. “You’ve said exactly two sentences to me before this year and both were insults.”

“Oh come on, that can’t possibly be right.”

 Eddie rolled his eyes, counting the encounters on his boney fingers. “Once when we were in fifth grade you told me that my fanny pack was dumb and the other time was on the first day of freshman year when you pushed me aside and muttered something about being in the way.” He shrugged at the end, snatching back the snack from Richie’s lap. “You’ve always been too cool for school and way too cool for me.”

“You’re wrong Eddie, you aren’t a loser and I’m not too cool for you.” He replied softly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. There was a small rip in his heart, one that leaked out desperate and unacquainted emotions, making Richie feel sick. “You should think better of yourself.”

“Oh please.” Eddie snickered, taking a bite of another chip. “I carried a fanny pack until sixth grade, and only stopped when I found out my mother was making me take placebo pills to make me think I was sick.”

“Gazeboes?”

“No, placebos. You know, fake shit? Sugar pills?” He corrected, turning slightly to face his friend. “I came out as gay freshman year and over half the girls in our school are taller than me. It’s okay Rich, I’m a loser but I found other loser friends. It wasn’t like I unhappy. I didn’t know anyone different until you forced your way into our group, bringing along your own friends. Now we are like a little club.”  

 There was a stillness that began to spread through the car, neither one of them spoke a word as what had been said lingered between them. Richie tried to think back to when he had interacted with Eddie previously but nothing came to mind. He had said a lot of things, made a lot of jokes over the years and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pin point meeting someone so special to him.

“Eddie?” Richie blurted, unable to pry his gaze from the road.

“Yeah?”

He gulped down the lump in his throat, his knuckles white from his death grip on the wheel. With one shaky breath he managed, “I’m glad I finally noticed you, you are literally the best thing that I have ever found in the janitor’s closet.” There was another confession on the tip of his tongue but he bit down, killing it before it could escape.

“You’re not too bad yourself Tozier.” He jeered, smirking. “A pain in my ass but I can deal.”

Half-jokingly, he replied, “I’ll be the pain in your ass anytime Eds.” The response he received was from the chips as they were split onto his lap.


They arrived at the hotel just before check in, the group huddled around the truck as Bill went inside to get their keys. Richie found himself sitting in his cab, taking long drags of a much needed cigarette. Though his rear view mirror he watched Eddie converse with Ben, his face lightening up with their interaction. He couldn’t help but smirk, appreciating the sight.

“So how did the car ride go?” Beverly asked, leaning against the driver side door. “Talk about anything extra fun?”

“We met in third grade right?” He asked, blowing smoke in her direction.

“I think so, why?”

“Did you know Eddie has been in the same school as us since then?”

He looked over to his best friend, expecting her to be taken aback but was astonished to see her nodding. “Yeah, the kid with the fanny pack.”

There was another rip in his heart, his body rejecting the sudden information as his stomach dropped painfully. “Huh.” Richie muttered, shaking his head. “How do you remember him but I don’t? What in the hell is wrong with me?”

“He was lemonade Richie.” She replied, as if any of that phrase made sense.

“What the fuck does that mean.”

Beverly sighed, pulling out her own death stick. “You know when you are getting pop at a restaurant and there is always that option for lemonade?”

“Yeah, I never pick it.”

“Exactly.” There was a pause while she lit her smoke, sucking down the nicotine. “You don’t notice it until you are forced to drink it. Other options always get in the way, and they seem better so you choose them but lemonade has always been there, it was just pushed aside.”

“That is the stupidest analogy that I have ever heard.” A cloud of smoke was blown in to his face, forcing him to rear back in surprise.

“Is it though?” She retorted, smiling at his discomfort. “Does it not make sense? I mean Eddie is gay so that would make him pink lemonade, but the similarity is there.”

Richie didn’t bother to reply, instead looking back to their group of friends. Stan had joined the conversation, waving his hands as if deep in an overdramatic complaint. Eddie nodded, rolling his eyes. For a split second be looked up meeting the trashmouth’s gaze though the mirror, smirking before returning to the conversation. There was a skip in Richie’s heart beat and he could feel his face flush at the encounter.

“Pink lemonade can be quite good if you actually give it a try.” Beverly added before Bill appeared with the room keys. Richie let it be, not giving her the satisfaction of his obvious agreement.


The crowd roared around them, every person in the stand screaming at the top of their lungs in support of their team. Richie and Bill were the loudest, chanting Mike’s name as he passed another touchdown. The others tried their best, shouting when the time was right.

All of the rumors had been true, the game was a total blow out. Derry was leading by more than twenty with less than three minutes left on the board. There were a sea of familiar faces, all of which seemed to be staying at the same hotel as them, making the trip to the party that much easier. Someone had raided their parent’s liquor cabinet, bringing with them every toxic drink imaginable.

This was a relief for Richie, with everyone intoxicated he might just be able to talk to Eddie without any interruptions. He had grown annoyed by Beverly’s not so suable hint drops, finding courage in the game and the exhilaration, making up some kind of plan. It wasn’t the best, and in retrospect it practically set him up for failure but it was the best thing he could think of.  

“You okay?”

Richie looked down to Eddie, noticing him for the first time that half. The jacket he wore was at least three sizes too big, practically swallowing his small body. His face was flustered, obviously overwhelmed by all of the excitement. The trashmouth couldn’t’ suppress his smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you enjoying yourself there Eds?”

“Don’t call me that.” He replied, huffing in annoyance. “That’s not my name.”

“Oh my dear, that ship has long since sailed.” Richie cooed in response, pinching his cheeks. The smaller boy pulled away, swatting at his hands. “You get so cute when you are frustrated, like a little red puppy.”

“Wow two insults in one breath. I’m honored.”

He laughed, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. “You should be, I only save the double zingers for important people.”

“Lucky me.” Eddie hissed in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes. As he began to walk away he was halted by Richie’s hand as it bit into his shoulder, stilling him. He met his gaze, confused as to why he had been stopped.

“Hey, after the game I wanna talk to you” The trashmouth divulged, chewing on his lower lip. “I mean if you get a chance during the party.”  

“Yeah, sure Rich.” He replied cautiously, noticing his friend’s stiffness. “Is something wrong?”

“No. It’s nothing bad.” Richie replied, dripping his hold. “I just want to-“But the rest of his words were drowned out by the crowed as they cheered at Mike’s next touch down. Eddie never looked away, practically burning his friend’s skin with his intense stare.

Richie forced a smile, chuckling lightly, “Look don’t worry about it. I’ll find you later tonight.”

“Okay Richie. Whatever you say.”



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East of Nowhere - Year Five

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Sam x Female Reader

Summary: You and Sam are strangers trapped in a desolate mountain town where you live, isolated from the outside world, for five years.

Part six of a seven part series, each chapter detailing the events of one year.

Author’s Notes: Beta’d by the goddess divine: @elliewinchesterr

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Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, gore and explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 4600+

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Four Years, Six Weeks

Sometimes you stand naked in from the full length mirror in the bathroom and look at the shiny pink scar on your stomach that bears a stunning similarity to a washed up fish bone. Running the pads of your fingers over the raised skin you think about Sam, as if you’re rubbing a locket that reminds you of his unwavering love. A different version of yourself would be bothered by it, the tough, mangled flesh that healed without concern for aesthetics. But you feel grateful for Sam and, in a strange way, appreciative that Shadow Hill exists.

You’re lucky to be alive, this is your daily reminder.

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