a new circle begins

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For Maya (Vasudha Joshi, 1997)

The house in the hills opens to the lilting velvet of Shubha Mudgal’s thumri. Ranjan Palit’s camera, suffused with compassion and melancholy, tracks up the stairs of an ancestral mansion, steeped in the past. Maya, the daughter of film-maker Vasudha Joshi, playfully circles a pillar, beginning a new arc, as four generations of women and their stories unfold.

Constructed through conversations, interviews and candid family moments, For Maya (1997), a remarkable film by Vasudha Joshi, revisits the space of the familial. It is a voyage that brings forth not spectacular acts of violence, but the quotidian force fields of female power and resistance, through an autobiographical narrative that draws the viewer into its gentle vortex of memory—memories of subjugation of women over generations. A new kind of feminist ethnography unfolds. For Maya, made as a part of a series of films to mark the 50th anniversary of India’s Independence, marks a shift in the Indian feminist film-making, a shift towards interweaving the personal with the political, through an exploration of middle-class `normality’, a gentle, non-polemical introspection, which foregrounds everyday struggles in women’s lives.

As the sun nudges shadows in the long corridors of memories, Joshi, in a letter to her sister, Meenu, writes about a dream, a premonition about her mother, on her journey back to her maternal home in Almora. As Joshi walks through the chiaroscuro of empty corridors in her natal home, an old mute gramophone, empty vessels, forlorn memorabilia—the detritus of lives gone by—reveal themselves. Leafing through faded photographs, the film-maker stumbles upon the stories of her grandparents. 

The viewer learns about Joshi’s unnamed grandmother not through her own words. She is silent and silenced, a shadowy figure, who smiles out of an old photograph, whose story echoes the stories of many women of her era and years to come. Meenu shares memories of their grandmother, who was never allowed to play as a young girl: the beginning of a long haul of denial, subtle subjugation and resistance…

– K. P. Jayasankar & Anjali Monteiro, “Reimagining the Familial” in A Fly in the Curry: Independent Documentary Film in India (2015)

Silent Devotion

Rating: M

Word Count: 12,239

Relationship: Cullen Rutherford/Female OC

Summary: After everything she went through in Kinloch Hold during the Blight, Rose Wedgwood struggles to stay the happy mage the templars need her to be. When offered the choice between tranquility or leaving for a new Circle, she chooses to start over, hoping a new beginning will help erase the old memories.

Unfortunately, the Kirkwall Circle has its own set of problems. Having to stay in the same Circle as Cullen Rutherford, the templar who wanted to annul Kinloch Hold, is the least of her issues.

This was technically written for Day 6 (AU day) of @cullenappreciationweek , but not finished until just now so it may be too late for a reblog. Relevant to @ladydracarysao3 ‘s interests since we talked about this once a hundred years ago.

Notes: Since this story takes place in the Kirkwall Circle between 9:33 and 9:40, there are some mentions of the violence experienced by the mages there. This is all stuff mentioned in-game, and none of it is described in any detail at all. BUT stay safe, please don’t read it if it’s going to be upsetting at all.

The title is from “Angels” by The xx.

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the thing that gets me about 17776 is that humans suddenly beginning to stagnate, entropy wise, is just,,,,,,, a bad thing for so many reasons, but the most prevalent one to me is the fact that things exist in arcs. something is born, it exists as it hurtles forth in time and space and makes actions and decisions and memories, and then it dies, which makes room for a new arc to begin in its place. the circle of life or whatever you want to call it is that bookend switch, that new thing sprouting in the place of an old thing.

and this is a lowkey theme in subnautica the game as well - as you progress through the story you find an immensely useful item that is the last remaining trace of an alien race that existed on the planet before you. if you find exactly the right data in exactly the right place your character will realise that these items are actually storage units for copies of the brains of individuals from that alien race who sought to escape from a biological threat by retreating into their highly advanced technology. later you can destroy these items to be used in various means to your end, and i have a friend who was of the mind that those items be left untouched, to preserve those aliens last efforts.

but heres the thing; those aliens had their chance to exist - they had their chance to live. they *were* and in *being* they were part of the massive lattice network of the universe that is what makes your time *being* worth it. their time ended - it is cool that the actions they made in that time can mingle with yours, but thats what makes it special, that they left something to collide with your existence and change its course.

…..everything would be less special if we were immortal, becuase the things we do in the time we have are incredible in part *because* we only have so long to do them.

which is. The whole point of 17776, really. theyre exploring this concept. and literally i only realised that as i finished typing this.

My toughts (3) - Ciri is something more


Death always followed Geralt. He knew that, he could sense it, their meeting on the Sodden hill made that clear. Death always followed him and took the ones he loved. All the people which went with him in the expedition of finding Ciri died: Milva, Angouleme, Cahir, Regis.
So it was their destiny, his destiny. Yennefer had to die too, she was the one Geralt cared the most. That was their destiny. But Ciri is more than destiny for him, even in death.

Death is that something which ends everything. Ciri is that something which begins.
First time Geralt met Ciri his life changed, he learnt to love his daughter and began a father’s life.
Second time he met her his life changed again, Yen and Geralt told each other their love and/but the war began.
Third time they met they defeated Vilgefortz and they started a family life.
But death, which always follows, finally gets Geralt and Yen, the circle has to end. Yet again Ciri is the new beginning, she saves them and gives them a new life.
That’s one more reason why she’s more than destiny for Geralt.

car sex

author’s note: uh….the title says it all

warning: smut

She’s being bold tonight. Almost too bold, but Roman doesn’t really mind.

She’s been clingy ever since they arrived at the club, but it gets worse with each whiskey sour she drinks.

And now – (after her fourth whiskey sour) – Roman grips her hips almost painfully tight as she shamelessly grinds her ass against his crotch on the dance floor. She’s never been this open in public, but for some reason, she’s feeling bold tonight. (It probably has something to do with the amount of alcohol in her bloodstream, but, well, Roman’s enjoying every second of it). He turns her around and immediately grabs her face, kissing her hard on the lips. She kisses back, sloppily slipping her tongue out, making his heart skip a beat when she runs her fingers through his hair. He can feel his boner growing and he knows he’ll need to find relief sometime soon, but he’s impatient so he starts to jut his hips into her body, hoping to find some friction.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles against her lips. “Can we go to the car?”

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”Hey pest, didn’t I just fucking tell you not to touch that yet?” Ronan says and gently shoves Opal away from the bowl of salad. The rat dodges it nimbly and either way steals the last strawberry. Guess they’re having salad without strawberries, then. He won’t tell Parrish and to him it’s all the same – when they’re just two of them with Opal, they very rarely eat dinner at the kitchen table. Most of the food they cook never make it that far. He can’t really blame her, though, as he is as big of a thief as his dream child is. Ronan just wishes Parrish never gets wind of how irregular their habits are without him, how lost he is with this parenting thing without him.

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Wiccan symbols and their meanings

The Pentagram/Pentacle

The terms pentagram and pentacle are sometimes used interchangeably. However, it it believed that the most common precise meanings are:

The word pentagram comes from the Greek: “pente means 5 (as in Pentagon). "Gram” comes from the Greek verb graphein, “to write”. The same ending is found in such words as telegram. Thus, pentagram refers to a five pointed star, or “any figure of five lines. It is most often used to refer to a symmetrical, five pointed star, with equal sides, drawn either with a single line or with two closely spaced parallel lines.

An upright pentagram is a 5 pointed star with one point aligned upwards.
An inverted pentagram is a 5 pointed star with two points aligned upwards.
An upright pentacle is generally defined as an upright pentagram surrounded by a circle.

Upright Pentacle/Pentagram
Upright pentacles and pentagrams are among the most widely used religious symbols. They have been used in many eras and by many cultures and religions of the world: by ancient Pagans, ancient Israelites, Christians, magicians, Wiccans and others.

This symbol apparently originated as the symbol of a Goddess who was worshiped over an area which extends from present-day England to Egypt and beyond.

Wiccans have attempted to reconstruct a Pagan religion similar to that of the ancient Celts. They have adopted the upright pentacle/pentagram, since it was the symbol of Morgan, an ancient Celtic goddess. Many wear it as jewelry and use it on their altars. The symbol is frequently traced by hand using an athame (a ritual knife) during Wiccan rituals. It is used to cast and banish their healing circles. Some Wiccans interpret the five points as representing earth, air, fire, water, and spirit – the five factors needed to sustain life. Others relate the points to the four directions and spirit. Some Wiccans and other Neopagans bless themselves and others with the sign of the pentagram. Their hand passes from their forehead to one hip, up to the opposite shoulder, across to the other shoulder, down to the opposite hip and back to the forehead. Some of the more highly structured Wiccan traditions have used an inverted pentagram to represent a second or third degree status. 

The Horned God


The Horned God symbol is one often used in Wicca to represent the masculine energy of the God. It is a symbol of an archetype, as often seen in Cernunnos, Herne, and other gods of vegetation and fertility. In a few feminist Wiccan traditions, such as branches of Dianic Wicca, this symbol is actually representative of July’s "Horn Moon” (also known as a Blessing Moon), and is connected to lunar goddesses.

Symbols of horned beings have been found in cave paintings dating back thousands of years. In the 19th century, it became fashionable amongst English occultists to assume that all horned beings were deity images, and that the Christian church was trying to prevent people from worshiping such figures by associating them with Satan. Artist Elphias Levi painted a picture of Baphomet in 1855 that quickly became everyone’s idea of a “horned god.” Later on, Margaret Murray theorized that all the reports of “witches meeting the devil in the forest” were actually connected to British Pagans dancing around a priest who wore a horned helmet.

Many modern Pagan and Wiccan groups accept the idea of a horned nature deity as the embodiment of masculine energy. Use this symbol to invoke the God during ritual, or in fertility workings.

Triple Goddess/Moon

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This symbol, sometimes called the Triple Goddess symbol, represents the three phases of the moon – waxing, full, and waning. According to Robert Graves' The White Goddess, it also represents the three phases of womanhood, in the aspects of Maiden, Mother and Crone, although many scholars have questioned Graves’ work.

This symbol is found in many NeoPagan and Wiccan traditions as a symbol of the Goddess. The first crescent represents the waxing phase of the moon – new beginnings, new life, and rejuvenation. The center circle is symbolic of the full moon, the time when magic is at its most potent and powerful. Finally, the last crescent represents the waning moon – a time to do banishing magic, and to send things away. The design is popular in jewelry, and is sometimes found with a moonstone set into the center disc for additional power.

Invoke this symbol in rituals such as Drawing Down the Moon, or in workings involving lunar goddesses.

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An Encounter With Draco Malfoy [Part 2]

“Could you do a second part to ‘An Encounter with Draco Malfoy’. I loved it! Thanks for being awesome writers.”

  • Warnings: None
  • A/N: All characters from the potterverse belong to J.K. Rowling
  • One-shot masterlist is linked here: [X]

[Disclaimer: I feel like I have a couple of things to explain here. Firstly I am aware we are a one shot blog so doing part 2′s are not something that is going to reoccur for us but due to the popularity of part one, and the demand for a part two we thought “give the people what they want :D”
Secondly, I realize second years would not be drafting Amortentia but I took some artistic license.
ENJOY :D ]

Potions had always been one of your favorite subjects; the coppery smell of bunsen burners, the shards of light that poured in fragments through the dirty windows, the rows of bizarre jars with old and faded stickers on. Potions was a subject that you looked forward to, and Professor Snape was even lenient towards you ever since you came top in an exam last year. The only difference was last year your house was paired with Hufflepuff for potions; this year Ravenclaw were with Slytherin. You hadn’t much been looking forward to this until you met Draco Malfoy in Flourish and Blotts, late August before the term had yet started. He had proved generous and friendly, changing your whole perception of the house. 

As you walked into the familiar classroom you stood with the rest of your class around the edge of the dingy room, noticing Draco with two heavy set boys either side of him. They seemed to be laughing at something you couldn’t catch; you hoped they were not laughing at you. Draco looked back from the two boys and around the classroom, catching your eye and giving you a small smile as relief flooded through you; they were not laughing at you. You awkwardly smiled back only to recoil your bashful glance back down to your feet. At that moment professor Snape walked into the classroom, wearing his usual black robes, his face distinctively grim. 

Once he had finished a bleak explanation of what you’d be covering in year two potions, he began placing the students that were still situated around the edge of the classroom onto benches together. 

“Master Malfoy and …” his black beady eyes flicked around the remainder of the class that weren’t seated; “Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” he announced. You let out a small sigh of relief, looking over to Draco who equally looked satisfied. You both shuffled over to your benches; pulling out the books you had bought together. 

“Thank Merlin,” you whispered to Draco. "I was starting to think I was going to be paired with Duncan Rogers,“ you chuckled. 

“Of course Snape would pair us,” Draco whispered back his head leaned towards you so the rest of the class couldn’t hear… “We’re the smartest two in the class.” His voice was smug, but this time you didn’t mind as his excuse for it was being partnered with you.

“Turn to page thirty five,” Snape’s voice droned. “We’ll be covering the topic of Amortentia. Does anyone know what Amortentia is?" 

You waited to make sure no one else would answer before raising your hand; "the most powerful love potion known to wizard kind." 

"Indeed Miss (Y/L/N,) five points to Ravenclaw. Amortentia can cause powerful infatuation or obsession to the drinker. It is beckoning because it eludes the smell of what attracts you. With your partner, write down what you smell; you have five minutes." Snape strolled to the back of the room, picked up a large charred cauldron and placed it carefully on the front desk. As he opened the lid a plume of steam rose and he stifled a cough. 

One by one each of you went up to the cauldron containing the potion, taking several inhales and returning to your desks. When it came to your turn you breathed in to find the smell of a log fire, the smell of the ocean, the comforting smell of your home, and the smell of old books. You quickly paced back to your seat and jotted down what you smelt. 

Next to you Draco was scrawling on a scrap of paper what he smelt. You tried to peek at what he was writing…Wood polish, sea breeze, leather and elderflower. You paused while reading, then quickly looked back at your own paper. He had noticed that you’d read his list as he tried to shield it subtly from you. “He wouldn’t… He couldn’t be … No…” you thought. Elderflower was the scent of the soap you used. It was a very specific thing to have simply written on the list. You felt yourself blush as your cheeks burned. “Stop it!” You thought! ”He may grow it in his garden for all I know!“ You scolded yourself. 

After several minutes, Snape reluctantly rose from his desk and, to everyone’s disappointment, put the lid back onto the cauldron. "Now you all know what scents attract you, I want you to use the page you have open to try and recreate a simple draft of the very potion.You will know it is ready when the aromas you have written down become apparent in your potion…Begin,” Snape instructed. 

Draco began collecting the ingredients that you’d be needing. You were trying so desperately to focus on your task, but your mind kept wondering to whether the Elderflower was because he was attracted to you. Draco did look a little flustered as you watched him push past a fellow Ravenclaw who was stood in the middle of the room. He seemed to be ignoring eye contact with you; strange you thought, he never had a problem with that before. 

After an hour of awkward silences and limited conversation, you were beginning to regret being partnered with Draco. You couldn’t wait for the lesson to end, as you felt incredibly uncomfortable. At last a flow of relief washed over you as Snape called out for everyone to put their drafts away until next lesson.  You placed your potion in the storage room, to be finished off on Wednesday and grabbed your bag from the shelf as you quickly walked out of the classroom and down to the great hall for lunch. 

While tucking into a plowman’s lunch and chatting with your friends, you noticed that Draco was missing from his place at the Slytherin table. Crabbe was sitting unusually quiet at the end of the table, picking at the crust of his bread roll. You thought this odd but didn’t linger on the thought long; he could just be feeling off?

Once you had finished your lunch, you said goodbye to your friends as you made your way up early to your common room for your afternoon break. Just as you were about to reach the staircase up to it, a large panting sound, similar to Hagrid’s dog, caused you so stop and turn around. Crabbe was clutching onto the railing of the stairs, his face flushed and glistening with beads of sweat. 

“I have a letter for you,” he wheezed. Your mouth opened in response and then closed again.

“Erm,” you stuttered, “thanks.” You took the letter and tried offering him some water from your bottle which he refused. 

“Well… I’ll see you in potions.” He mumbled as he turned back on himself and scurried away. 

You were not sure whether to laugh or feel confused. Why is Crabbe running around sending you a letter; surely that’s an owl’s job? You walked back up the spiral staircase until you reached the door of the Ravenclaw common room. You took hold of the bronze eagle knocker and tapped it against the door. Suddenly the eagle gave a yawn and blinked its topaz encrusted eyes. 

“Good afternoon,” you smiled.

The eagle opened its beak and replied, “Good afternoon dear (Y/N). Which came first the phoenix or the flame?" 

You took a second of pause to consider this new riddle. "A circle has no beginning?” You asked, slightly uncertain. The large lock of the door clunked and the door swung open on its own; it seemed your answer was sufficient enough for it.

Not many people were in the common room over Tuesday afternoon break, but you enjoyed the quietness. The room was warm from a large fire that was crackling in the marble fireplace. A couple of students were sat sprawled over dark blue velveteen sofas. Some fifth years were sat reading and a few more had dozed off. You walked over to one of the window seats as you greeted one of your friends who had just looked up from their magazine. 

You looked back down at your letter…It looked like Crabbe had already had a peak; the envelope had been jaggedly torn away and then tried to be resealed like it had never been opened in the first place. The letter from inside had been written on standard Flourish and Blotts’ cream parchment; probably a student, you thought. Inside the folded parchment was inscribed with lines of dark green, neat writing. 

Dear Y/N,
I am sorry for acting so unkempt throughout potions. To make up for it, would you accompany me to Hogsmeade on the outing in a weeks’ time? My father will be there too and he very much would like to meet you. 

With regards,
Draco Malfoy


You slowly placed the letter back in the envelope, a brilliant smile beaming from your lips. You paused and then a great idea came to you. You pulled out a scrap of parchment from your bag and on it you wrote.

Dear Draco,
Last potions lessons has already been forgotten, let’s move on from it.
In regards to going to Hogsmeade with you, I would love to and I look forward to meeting your father. 

I can’t wait to see you again in potions, where hopefully you’ll be acting more like yourself, similar to when we first met in Flourish and Blotts. 

Yours sincerely,
(Y/N) x 


You quickly ran and grabbed your coat, making your way to the owlery. Once there, you found Mouse, your owl. You gave him your letter, telling him to deliver it at breakfast tomorrow; You couldn’t wait to watch him open it across the great hall. 

Interview for Flicks And The City Clips

Plus a short an extract from Variety review since it’s hilarious. And don’t worry there will be no spoilers.

As if the original “Kingsman” weren’t cartoony enough, with its blade-legged lady assassin and gratuitous exploding-heads finale, the sequel has gone and pushed the franchise’s cheeky brand of absurdity even farther. The goofiness begins with the resurrection of two important characters, whose unequivocal deaths we witnessed in the first movie. First, there’s Charlie, a rival secret-service recruit played by Edward Holcroft, who lost his head in that notorious fireworks montage, now back with a bionic arm and a new boss (more on that in a minute). And then there’s Colin Firth’s character, impeccably dressed spy-master Harry Hart, who took a point-blank bullet to the eye — and here lives to tell about it.

…  “Kingsman: The Golden Circle,” which begins with a demented new villain named Poppy (Julianne Moore, all smiles) blowing up all but two of the old Kingsman clan. 

Are they really dead? Well, the geo-targeted missiles certainly look accurate, but if Harry Hart can walk away from a fatal head wound — and if Charlie can survive losing his head altogether — don’t be surprised to see any or all of them resurface in a sequel. Later, when a major character blows himself up in their honor, not only does that gesture seem like a waste (you want to tell him to wait, since Vaughn and co-writer Jane Goldman will surely find a way to bring them back, especially right-hand woman Roxy), but it also raises the question of whether he’s really gone.

Source: Peter Debrige, Flicks And The City Clips, Variety, 16 (19) September 2017

anonymous asked:

Ever thought of getting any theraphy? You clearly need it.

ONE DAY ALL THE MALES WILL JOIN THE GYM AND GET BIG GUNS AND THEIR PRIMITIVE NATURE WILL KICK IN AND REALIZE THAT CAPITALISM IS AGAINST NATURE .,,,THEY WILL TAKE US BACK TO WHAT ROUSSEAU CALLS OUR HEAVEN WHICH IS A REGRESSION… I DONT CARE ABOUT PROGRESS ANYMORE ….IF A SNAKE KEEPS SHEDDING ITS SKIN AND REGENERATING NEW ONES IS IT PROGRESSION OR REGRESSION????? WHERE DOES THE CIRCLE BEGIN AND END…I CARED TOO MUCH FOR A CONCEPT THAT IS FAKE

The human heart has its own ways. Bad habits, like missing people you are not supposed to miss, loving people you are not supposed to love. It provides all kinds of forbidden emotions. Emotions that shatter you. And your mind just sits there, numbly accepting them all. Sometimes your heart bleeds so much that your brain gets stained and is therefore dysfunctional. But there is not enough blood to drown some thoughts. Unwanted thoughts, nostalgic whims of your brain. No matter how hard you try, it is almost impossible to control your emotions. Or to stop loving someone. There will always be songs, places and all sorts of things that will awaken the things you are so vainly trying to burry. So accept your emotions, do not suppress them. Let them flow through your body. Let the pain consume you. Pain turns to numbness. And soon enough a new circle begins. Because that’s life. A circle of contradictions. Love, hate, nostalgia, avoidance, heartache,desire. It sometimes gets tiring and sometimes I want to stop feeling. But that is highly impossible. For as long as I have a beating heart it is gonna love and it is gonna bleed and it is gonna make room for feelings, even those I don’t wanna feel. And it will never ever stop caring for beautiful souls.
—  Late night thoughts

I am Here, and I am Ready by Aenaria

“Well, just remember that every ending is also a new beginning. It’s one big freakin’ circle and we’re just living in it.”

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hansy + 1 or 2


Pairing: Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson

AU: Modern, non-magical, college AU

Prompt: “Come over here and make me.”


When Pansy gets an introductory email from her freshman orientation leader in the beginning of August, she’s excited.

Going away for college means a fresh start and a new beginning and a social circle that doesn’t include people she hates for perfectly valid reasons and it’s going to be awesome, she’s fucking sure of it, because even if it isn’t, like, organically awesome, it’ll at least be better than spending Friday nights watching Draco draw tiny cartoon hearts around Registered Democrat Hermione Granger’s yearbook picture and having to deal with—all of that.

Unfortunately, her youthful optimism is tentative and depressingly short-lived; a quick glance under the email’s subject line reveals that ‘Potter, Harry J.’ has been CC’d and is apparently one of five new students Pansy will be forced to play Ice Breakers with for six and a half days.

Her high-pitched, cut-off, entirely justified gasp of outrage echoes ominously as her fingers curl around the edges of her phone.

“Maybe it won’t be that bad,” Draco offers the night before she leaves; he has a disgusting red hickey on the side of his neck and is grinning smugly at his own reflection in Pansy’s enormous gilt-framed mirror. “Like, maybe he doesn’t remember that you tried to get him expelled for literally nothing.”

Pansy chucks a pair of gladiator sandals at Draco’s head and flashes him a mean smile when he doesn’t duck in time.

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Fuckboys 101

Recently I’ve had my fair share of run ins with guys that could definitely be described as “Fuckboys”. See the definition of Fuckboy (as according to Urban Dictionary) is; 
“The type of guy who does shit that generally pisses the population of the earth off all the time. He will also lead girls on just for hookups, says hes really into you but doesn’t want to deal with all the “relationship bullshit” just to fuck you. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but pretends to be really nice. He also does really fucked up shit and then complains about people who do the same old shit as him.

As long winded as that is, in my opinion it couldn’t be more accurate. Now I’m not going to tarnish all guys with the same brush here, I have some really lovely guy friends who are so sweet and considerate and would make the right girl a really lovely boyfriend - but I’m not talking about them, I’m talking about the guys that I seem to go for, who are generally just a head fuck. 

I thought that maybe it was just me at first, maybe I looked too much into it or that I was going after the wrong guys, but after a few wine filled bitching sessions with my girlfriends, we determined that it wasn’t just me, but that there was actually some kind of Fuckboy super race. Now like I said I wasn’t tarnishing all boys with the same brush - I’m also not tarnishing all girls. I’m not trying to make out that girl are all sweet, perfect and innocent because we all know that is far from the truth. I’m well aware that some girls are like the female version of a Fuckboy, and that they do the same to guys as guys do to us, so I’m not playing the victim I’m just giving my opinion.

It’s hard to get across to guys like this what you’re actually looking for, see all girls aren’t after a relationship and a boyfriend, yes sometimes we just want to have some fun too, but these guys don’t realise what that actually means - so let me break it down for you.
See girls are as open to the idea of friends with benefits as you are, we don’t always want cute dates and flowers, girls have the same urges that you do, so if you find each other attractive then why not - but this isn’t a free hall pass to act like a dick. Yes if we say we want a more FWB type of agreement then great, but that doesn’t mean that you get to go out and smash randoms and then just hit us up when you want nudes or a bootycall, we still want some kind of respect.
What guys need to understand is that even if it is one of those arrangements we still require you to at least try and take an interest in us and pay us attention, yes you don’t have to buy us cute things or take us on date or post a million selfies to Instagram, but you do need to listen to what we say, remember what we like and dislike, pay us compliments every now and again, you know its supposed to be a friendship after all. No one likes the feeling of being used, its awful and makes you feel like you’re not good enough or worthless, and that’s exactly how you make us feel when you only hit us up when you're “in the mood”.

What I’ve found the worst part of the whole Fuckboy experience is the never ending cycle, it takes the same kind of pattern overtime. They all seem to lull you in at first by telling you how much they like you and how they wanna hang out with you, maybe do something you like, maybe say they “just wanna cuddle” but we all know that’s not really the case.
Once you’ve fallen for their initial charm, the compliments and cute remarks start to become less and less until they almost completely fade away, and are replaced with seedy comments and suggestive remarks. Now instead of being in your inbox everyday making you smile or showing an interest, they’re just popping up late at night when they’re at home bored and alone. 
Then of course eventually they get bored and want to call it off, but wouldn’t ever dream of it being their fault, so they pick a fight or find and excuse and just leave you completely, making you feel like its your fault, so that you’re left sad trying to work out how to get them back, when really you don’t want them back, and they aren’t going to come back - but it doesn’t stop you from trying. 
Now the worst part is trying to get over a Fuckboy, it’s like you’re forced to some kind of magnetic attraction to them, like you crave their attention and you’ll try anything you think of to try and win them back, no matter how much of your self-respect you have to loose in order to do so, then of course months later when you finally feel like you’re over them they either come back or a new one arrives - and the vicious circle begins again.
Do they ever apologies for what the did or the pain they caused? Don’t be stupid, would you expect any less.

I really wish I could tell you to not fall for the Fuckboys and find someone who’s worth it, but we all know that’s not going to happen and it would be super hypercritical of me. Of course you’re going to fall for some more Fuckboys, that’s part of their charm - hell I know I will, and we’re all going to go through the same heartbreak and tears and feeling that we’re worthless and not good enough, but just hang in there, even a Princess has to kiss a few frogs before she finds her Prince Charming, we’ll get there eventually too.

Moon Crystal Divination

The following text is an excerpt from The Giant Book of Magic by Cassandra Eason:

You can use moon crystal divination whenever you want to ask a question or make a decision, but it is especially effective on a Monday during one of the evening moon power hours.

Burn a silver candle if you are working after sunset as this is the colour of the moon. You might like to choose a moon oil for your bath or to burn, such as sandalwood, lemon, lemon balm. or jasmine. Choose three different coloured moonstones or moon crystals, mother-of-pearl, beryl or aquamarine, to represent the waxing, full, and waning phases.

Make a moon chart or cloth with three circles: the largest outer circle about 25 cm (10 inches) in diameter, a smaller one of about 17 cm (seven inches) in diameter inside the first and a third one of about 10 cm (4 inches) in diameter in the centre of the second. The inner circle represents the waxing moon, the middle one is the full moon and the outer the waning moon. You could mark your chart or cloth circles silver on white or black on white. Alternative, use stitching to make the circles.

Begin with your waxing, full and waning stones in a cloth bag or purse. They must be of similar size and shape and you need three of each colour: perhaps pink moonstones for the waxing phase, white or yellow for the full and blue for the waning.

Ask a question and pick a stone without looking, casting it on to the cloth. The kind of stone and the circle in which it falls will indicate the answer to your question or the best strategy to take in your present dilemma or life plan.

The Meaning of the Cloth and Moonstones

The Inner Circle of the Waxing Moon
Any stone that falls within the inner circle represents a new beginning or venture: friendship, a love affair, a new phase in a relationship or a new idea or work project or opportunity, especially one involving possible advantages in money.

If the waxing moon stone falls into the area of the waxing moon, the idea may be only tentative or the potential relationship still only on the horizon. Take courage and take the first steps. 

If a full moon stone falls into the waxing area of new beginnings, the way forward is clear and, given persistence, happiness or a success will be achieved.

If a waning moon stone is in the area of the waxing moon, it is important to clear up old doubts and unfinished business before starting a new venture.

The Center Circle of the Full Moon
This circle talks of the power and energy to achieve any goal or to experience fulfilment in relationships.

If a waxing moon stone falls into the full moon circle, you may be feeling a new intensity of emotions or be in uncharted waters in an important career, love or life plan. Believe in yourself and you will succeed.

If a full moon stone falls in the area of the full moon, success assured as long as you are prepared to commit yourself entirely.

If a waning moon stone falls in this area, you may be letting irrelevant issues or the criticism of others distract you from the main goal or relationship in your life. Focus on your powers.

The Area of the Waning Moon
Here resides all that is redundant, perhaps an aspect of your life that has lost its purpose or pleasure. It is time to move on, whether to a new stage or to initiate a change.

A waxing moon stone in the waning moon circle means that you fear having to start again or stand alone on an issue. Move forward and you will find that there are new opportunities around the corner.

A full moon stone in the waning moon circle suggests that there may be major opposition to any change you are planning, perhaps from those around you who prefer the status quo. Follow your own heart.

A waning moon stone in the waning area of the cloth suggests that change is inevitable, but it is important to explore your fears and discuss your doubts so that the future is how you want it.

The preceding text does not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of myself, hellboundwitch (though all typos are likely my own).

Haha, but seriously y'all, I thought this was interesting and that someone might appreciate it. I might do something like this soon – I’m always on the lookout for more stone-based divination practices.

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