• random acts of kindness!! these dont happen often (sadly)
• the taste of your food. savour that shit more
• your surroundings. not just the people; look at the way the flowers & trees grow & the birds that chirp around ✨
• greetings!!! some sort of acknowledgement :~)
• little routines you are used to doing. waking up late? walking your dog? eating the same damn cereal every morning?
• the things people laugh at, and what amuses them. my friend went to a dog park just to watch the dogs and she said it was the happiest time of her life.
repetition can get boring. but with new situations being thrown at you everyday, you are bound to experience beautiful things everyday 🌟😌
A little guide I’ve made based on correspondences for aquatic plants and other similar organisms (cuz moss and algae are not always plants lol) that i have on my grimoire, based on my own correspondences and a lot of research i’ve done, and I thought of sharing it with you all! 💙
This are the correspondences I personally have for them, or the ones i’ve found based on my research, you may have/find different ones! you don’t need to take this as an absolute truth, experimenting yourself is always good!!! :D
This has very large leaves, up to 3 m in diameter, that float on the water’s surface. It is native to the shallow waters of the Amazon River basin, although today it can be found on Guyana, Colombia and Venezuela. It represents steadiness, strength, royalty (as it was named after Queen Victoria) and to find beauty on small everyday things.
🌿 Water lily: Water lilies are a well studied clade of plants because their large flowers with multiple unspecialized parts were initially considered to represent the floral pattern of the earliest flowering plants. In Ancient Greece, it was a symbol of innocence and modesty. They represent wisdom, knowledge, perseverance and maturity.
This plant is an aquatic perennial. Under favorable circumstances its seeds may remain viable for lots of years, with the oldest recorded lotus germination being of seeds 1,300 years old recovered from a dry lakebed in China. The lotus is often used in hinduism as an example of divine beauty and purity, and
the divinities of potency and wealth have the lotus symbol associated with them. In ancient Egypt the white lotus was worshipped and considered a symbol of creation, while a cerulean lotus was seen as a symbol of the sun, since the flowers are closed at night and open again in the morning: the origin of the world was taught to have been when the sun god Ra emerged from a lotus flower growing in primordial waters. At night, he was believed to retreat into the flower again. The lotus flower is also very important in Buddhism, as a representative of creation, cosmic renewal and primordial purity.
In Buddhist symbolism the lotus is symbolic of purity of the body, speech, and mind as while rooted in the mud, its flowers blossom on long stalks as if floating above the muddy waters of attachment and desire. It is also symbolic of detachment as drops of water easily slide off its petals.
Water chestnut: It’s a grass-like sedge native to Asia, Australia, tropical Africa, and many islands from the Pacific and Indian Oceans. It is today grown in many countries because of its edible corms. It represents prevention, foresight, abundance and invigoration.
Cattail: These are wetland plants with a flowering spike, flat blade like leaves that reach heights from 3 to 10 feet. Cattails are one of the most common plants in large marshes and on the edge of ponds. It symbolises peace and prosperity, good wishes, love and friendship.
Irish moss: This is actually a type of red algae that forms flowerless patches over wet or humid rocks. It represents love, luck, charity, wealth, softness, protection and purification.
Rice: This is the seed of some grass species, like asian rice and african rice plants. It is traditionally cultivated in flooded fields. It represents wealth, prosperity, health, good luck, success, According to Japanese mythology the rice plant was brought to Japan by Prince Ninigi, the grandson of the great kami Amaterasu. To mark the event there was a huge feast. During which the emperor tasted this new food in the presence of Amaterasu herself.This precious food originated from the gods. Rice is the connection between heaven and earth. It also represents long life, spiritual health, knowledge and purity.
Seaweed: This are specifically macroscopic
multicellular types of algae. Alginates are commonly used in wound dressings. They
represent children, games, joy, happiness, communication and travel. Great for weather magic.
🌿 Kelp: This specific type of seaweed forms gigantic forests underwater, thus it represents family, health and wealth, perseverance, wisdom and knowledge. Obviously also great for weather magic!
Red algae: Also called Rhodophyta, are the oldest group
of algae. Mostly multicellular. They represent maturity, the passage of time,
past lives, past events, past in general, the elders, etc. Good for scrying.
Brown algae: large group of multicellular algae, that
may reach 60 m
in length. In general, their correspondences are growth, youth, family,
Green algae: Mainly microscopic photosynthetic organisms.
They represent wealth, travel, luck, growing up, hard work and team work.
Nori: Different types of eatable algae, such as P. yezoensis and P. tenera. Represents family, ancestry, gatherings and friendship.
Turtle grass: a type of seagrass that
forms meadows in shallow sandy or muddy locations in the Caribbean
Sea and the Gulf of Mexico. Represents kindness, softness, and sweetness.
Hope this is useful for you, and as always, my inbox is open in case anyone needs or wants to ask anything!💙
Here is my list of the best fics I have ever read regardless of fandom and in no particular order
Twist and Shout by gabriel, standbyme - Supernatural, Destiel - I’M LEADING WITH THIS BECAUSE IT’S GETTING TURNED INTO A BOOK AND THEREFORE WON’T BE AVAILABLE ONLINE ANYMORE SO READ IT WHILE YOU CAN Summary: What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea. If you were part of the SPN fandom and you didn’t read this fic were you ever even a part of it? (COMPLETED)
A Thousand Beautiful Things by superpotterlock (fvalconbridge) - Supernatural, Destiel - Summary: Accidents happen everyday, like someone accidentally hitting you in the face with a ball and then you mutually getting off with them in the school showers. Now Dean’s not saying he’s gay, but the thing he has going with Castiel isn’t exactly straight either and he isn’t even sure if it matters any more. Basically Cas is a rebellious teenager instead of a goody-goody like in most stories (UNFINISHED but worth it imo)
A Hole in the World by AnnelieseMichel - Supernatural, Destiel, A/B/O - Summary: Dean Winchester never wanted to go home again. Going back to Lawrence meant people who knew what he was, who didn’t buy into the lie. But with a tragic accident, he’s back and dealing with the death of his father, the social stigma and objectification of being an out Omega, and the lingering aftermath of a long-ago crime. (COMPLETED)
Fingers Tap Into What We Once Were by 2ofacrime24 - Supernatural, Destiel - Honestly, I read this fic so long ago that I don’t really remember what happens, but it left such a lasting impression on me that when I saw the title again I had a physical, not just emotional, reaction to it. So it makes the list. Summary: Human!AU. Castiel never expected to see Dean again, the man from one marvelous one-night stand. However when Dean walks back into Castiel’s life on the arm of his twin sister, Anna, a year later, Castiel’s world is turned upside down as he realizes just how much Dean affects him. (COMPLETED)
Out of the Deep by riseofthefallenone - Supernatural, Destiel - THE MERMAID AU TO END ALL MERMAID AUS! Honestly though, I consider this is seminal piece of Mermaid AUs. Summary: Stay away from the light-beds. Stay in the deep.It is the first thing hatchlings are taught the moment their fans unfurl and they can swim without their parents to buoy them along. It is the first rule, the first law. It is the beginning of every boogey-monster bedtime story told when they settle against the cliffs to sleep. Castiel should have listened better. This was also the first fic I experienced that had its own culture and fandom surrounding it. (COMPLETED)
Shootin’ You Straight by rockstarpeach - Supernatural, Destiel - I started reading the first chapter of this fic to remind me what it was about and then I just read the whole thing because it’s that good. Summary: AU. Dean Winchester is in a band and Castiel is a fan. Not of the music, of Dean. An opportunity presents itself one night after a concert and Castiel can’t pass up the chance of a lifetime. Neither of them is happy to leave things at just one night, though, so they start up a romance troubled by long distances and Dean’s rock star lifestyle. It’s not perfect, far from it, but this is their story. (COMPLETED)
Vita Nuova by worldaccordingtofangirls - Supernatural, Destiel - Summary: AU. Dean Winchester takes a job as a teaching assistant to get his little brother into a prestigious academy. He doesn’t quite expect such long nights and snobby kids, but the real surprise is professor Castiel Novak: or falling in love with him, that is. Excuse me while I go re-read this whole fic because I forgot it existed and really need to back in my life. (COMPLETED)
Blue Lips, Blue Veins by romanoff - Avengers, Stony - This is a LONG FIC (145 chapters) but WORTH IT Summary: Tony Stark is Iron Man.Before that, he was an man with bigger heart than brain. Before that, he was an asshole with a bigger mouth than sense. And before that, he was was a scared little boy. Not that it matters. Stark’s always have had iron in their backbone. Basically, it’s Tony’s life story. (COMPLETED)
When we first met, he was like the spring. Beautiful, getting warmer everyday and he was new at this love thing, it reminded me of all the new flowers you could see in the spring. Then he became summer. Hot, adventures, sunny, made everyone (including me) happy. He was just perfect. Then he started to get colder, he began to push me away just like the trees would do to the old, used leaves. He became autumn By the time he was getting colder, I was trying to do everything in my power to warm him up, trying to remind him that I’m still here and that I was hurting a lot because of his change in his behavior. But then he changed again. He turned ice cold, yet he was still beautiful. He left me, being just as cold as the winter.
- he was like the seasons and I loved him all the time, yet summer loved me more (it cannot’ be summer forever)
Inspired by Kendrick’s latest pictures of her in Noelle…
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this Chloe.” Beca grumbled as she and her girlfriend walked side by side down the high street; her high heeled boots clicking on the pavement with each step she took.
The redhead could barely contain her mirth as she listened to the empty threats that were uttered from Beca’s lips; the younger girl’s hands clenched tightly within the woolly constrains of her dark red mittens.
The brunette loved Chloe more than anything in the world; she’d do almost anything to make her happy… note the word “almost”. This was not one of the things. Honestly, who forces their girlfriend to dress up as one of Santa’s elves… all in the “spirit of Christmas”… and then go out in public? This was a whole new level of cruelty.
The tights were rubbing against her recently shaved legs and they kept falling down slightly when she walled, something that never failed to make Chloe giggle every time she saw Beca’s hands go to… righten them… every few steps.
In addition to that, Beca was certain that, because of her natural height, people actually mistook her for an elf. So she gave anyone who looked at her for too long a dirty look, hoping that they would get the message. She wished that she possessed a sign with the words: “my girlfriend made me do this”, so as to assure people that this had not been her idea… in any way shape or form.
Though she complained, the truth is that Beca loved seeing Chloe happy, and right now, her redhead was gazing at her fondly with the largest smile she had even seen grace those perfect lips. It was a breathtaking sight.
The Bellas were told that Chloe was taking Beca Christmas shopping due to the younger girls’ reluctance to buy her presents early, which caused the other girls to erupt in voracious laughter. Although Beca knew it was true, she just wished the girls would put their bloody phones away before she smashed them.
They were currently huddled together under Chloe’s umbrella; it had just been raining heavily and there remained a slight chill in the air. Beca knew the umbrella may not be necessary, but the last thing she needed was to be soaked to the skin in an outfit as thin and light as the one she was currently wearing. She would not be a happy elf.
The super-senior had dragged her to various locations within the last few hours, and to Beca’s surprise, they had all been toy shops. Children’s stores. Strange. They spent no time perusing the small stores, which is what she had expected. Instead Beca was left at the door whilst Chloe made her way to the main desk where she, after a brief conversation with the cashier, would be given a few large sacs filled to the brim with… gifts, Beca guessed.
She trusted her girlfriend more than anything in the world, and although she was feeling rather impatient at being kept in the dark, she knew Chloe had good intentions for doing so. Every now and again, their eyes would meet and the super senior would smile softly as her eyes shimmered in the sun. Beautiful.
Arriving at Chloe’s car, she was startled to see that there were a few other large, identical sacs in the back seat of the Mini Cooper; Chloe placing the ones she currently held amongst the rest. Giving her girlfriend a questioning look, which was promptly ignored, Beca sighed and buckled herself into the car before Chloe did the same and drove off.
Ten minutes passed before Beca felt the car come to a gentle stop. Noticing where they were, Beca’s eyebrows furrowed and she turned to Chloe, intent on finally hearing an explanation.
The redhead knew Beca had wanted to understand what was happening from the moment she asked her to wear the costume, but she knew her girlfriend would have been reluctant to come had she told her. She owed it to Beca to open up too. Never before had she told anyone what she was about to tell her girlfriend; that’s how much Beca means to her.
Turning the engine off and lifting up the handbrake, Chloe took a calming breath and kept her eyes focused on the windshield.
“Every year, since I was old enough to understand, my family has had a tradition. My grandfather would choose between myself and my four brothers for someone to accompany him on what he called his ‘Quest For Happiness’.”
She paused, as if lost in her memories and she felt a soft touch on her arm. Beca’s fingers were gently curled around her forearm and it was clear she was trying to get her to face her.
Complying with Beca’s silent plea, she then continued. “My grandfather would take us to different toy stores; a large smile on his face as he greeted anyone and everyone, carrying large sacs as he did so. The final stop was always the Children’s Hospital; a different one every year. People considered him to be a 'Christmas Miracle’; I would go with him as he’d visit every child in that hospital, dressed as Father Christmas, and watch as he would do everything in his power to make them smile before moving to the next child. He didn’t do it for himself, he didn’t do it because it was expected… he did it because he wanted to give something to those children that no one else could give them… happiness. Terminally ill children were given happiness, even if just for a moment. And it was in that moment, that I swore I would follow his footsteps and bring happiness to others, the way he did. After he died, my father took over that role, and we’ve been doing it ever since… and now, I want to share it with you.”
Beca sniffled as she furiously wiped away the tears that trickled down her cheeks. Chloe constantly surprised her everyday, but this… this was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Everyone knew that Chloe Beale was a generous woman; that she was someone who desired to help anyone and everyone who needed it… but this story had shaken her to the core.
If Beca had not already been head over heals in love with the redhead, then this story would have erased any and all doubt. Chloe’s eyes glimmered with such emotion, such passion, that Beca knew this meant the world to her. Leaning forward to gently place a lingering kiss on her lips, Beca gently and lovingly caressed her cheek.
“Thank you.” Was all the younger girl said as she blinked back the next wave of tears.
Sensing Chloe’s confusion, Beca smiled fondly at her. “Thank you for sharing this with me. This is something that means a lot to you and your family, and I want to thank you for including me in something as wonderful as bringing joy to those that need it most at Christmas. I am so proud of you and nothing would bring me greater pleasure than to do this with you.”
Chloe’s smile shone brighter than any star in the sky; and it was all Beca could do to just hold her close and make sure this wonderful girl knew how extraordinary she truly was.
Squeezing her hand, Beca gazed into Chloe’s eyes. “Come on Chlo, let’s go and change children’s lives for the better so that we can one day teach our own children to do the same.”
Summary: Dan is a painting major at uni who needs someone to paint on for his art project, and Phil is a photography major who needs Dan to model for him. Word Count: 8613 Warnings: alcohol, mentions of suicide, a lot of Van Gogh talk, smoking, mentions of sex, homophobic comments, depression
There is a certain relaxation in allowing images to unfurl themselves from the bristles of a brush onto the white emptiness of a new canvas. The paint is smooth and fragile, breaking into nothingness if smeared or smudged, now an entirely new picture. The colours would then blossom into a new galaxy of flowery fields, the starry night sky, or even a dog waiting by a picket fence for it’s owner.
The possibilities were endless and alive; a painter does not have to live in a dull world when they can create their own.
But there is also with great certainty that artists have something missing from their lives - whilst they can create so many beautiful universes, they deal with having to be trapped in the cruel world that is the Earth and all of it’s humanity. It was no wonder that Vincent Van Gogh would eat yellow paint to be happy, claiming that “the sadness will last forever” after attempting suicide and lying on his deathbed.