Our beloved twilight star, Venus’s powerful light radiates through our light-polluted atmosphere as one of the few celestial beacons that can be seen from even the most populated cities. Despite its beauty and soothing twinkle, the planet’s surface rages with high-powered winds, sulfuric rain, and volcano-induced lightning storms.
Venusian energy may be concerned with relationships and aesthetics, some of magic’s softer elements, but nonetheless is a force to be reckoned with. This spell jar will serve you a powerful dose of self-love, soothing, and grounding energy when you need a fierce love with a gentle touch.
Lavender - for a mind full of soothing thoughts
Jasmine - for divine love
Chamomile - for positive energy
Lemon balm - for calming
Rosemary - for banishing negative energy
Red sandalwood - for strength and cleansing
Crystals or rocks - a small piece of rose quartz for self-love or a few rocks for grounding
Essential oil of your choice - I used a blend of lavender, peppermint, and eucalyptus
Add each ingredient into the jar while focusing on its intent. You can declare what each element will do out loud if you wish. There are multiple ways to charge this spell jar: You can leave it outside during the evening when Venus is visible, place it next to a Venusian crystal for a few hours, or charge it with a Venusian incense. (rose, lavender, peppermint, eucalyptus, etc.)
Whenever you feel lonely, depressed, or in need of a little love, hold onto this jar and feel the soft embrace of Venus around your shoulders, powered by the wild weather on its surface, encircling you with love as fierce as a lightning storm and as soft as a whisper.
This is my personal take on a Venusian spell jar and should not be used in place of medication, therapy, or healthcare of any kind.
So I’ve been marathoning Voyager lately, and the in-universe reasoning we’re given for Seven’s outfit is that the Doctor designed it keeping in mind she was used to being covered in Borg armor plating. But… it’s pretty damn flimsy compared to literal armor. I thought I’d try to design her something a little more durable while still maintaining the Star Trek Onesie aesthetic.
Also, flat heels, because if she starts off not knowing basics like how to eat food, why would she know how to walk in high heels???
One of my friends has a birthday coming up, and she asked me to write her a fic about the Leverage crew in the Star Wars universe. I’m really excited about it, so I’m going to share some of the backstory for the main characters.
Parker was a Jedi Initiate when the Republic fell. She escaped the massacre of the Jedi and lived in the underbelly of Coruscant, picking pockets, until she tried to steal from Archie Leech.
Hardison was in the foster system for a while until he got adopted by his Nana. His Nana just so happened to be a very well known pirate in the Outer Rim who taught him to hate authority and cook bar food. He taught himself how to slice into systems and made sure that the Empire stayed well away from his Nana.
Eliot was a Mandalorian who couldn’t handle the peaceful life under the Duchess’ rule and got wrapped up in Death Watch. However, he eventually realized that Death Watch was bad news and got out, becoming one of the most feared bounty hunters in the Outer Rim.
Sophie is a mystery. Some say she used to be a Jedi because of her skill at grifting. Others think she was born on Naboo because of her love of art. The Empire has had it out for her ever since she stole art from Grand Admiral Thrawn.
Nate was an ISB agent, and he was good at his job. Then his son got sick, and the Empire decided that it wouldn’t pay for the treatment to save him. Nate quit after that, and he’s been lying low and drinking himself to death ever since.
My headcanon where ghost Vader is the biggest fucking Han x Leia shipper the galaxy has ever seen leads me straight to the place where post-Return ghost Vader is trying to give Leia dating advice and encouragement through Luke.
‘Luke, tell your sister she should definitely invite that nice Solo chap around for dinner tonight.’
‘And tell her not to settle for that Millennium Falcon. A real gentleman should provide a proper spaceship for my precious wonderful baby girl who deserves only the best in everything.’
‘By the Force - yes Dad.’
‘And what about you son? Is there no-one special? There must be a few nice girls on planets I haven’t blown up yet…”
‘Dad, I don’t actually like …’
‘Girls? That’s alright son; this is a modern galaxy. What about that Calrissian boy, he seemed nice…’
‘NO DAD, I mean I’m not interested. At all.’
Anakin I-will-defy-the-stars-and-heavens-to-get-one-snog-from-Senator-Amidala Skywalker is not impressed. ‘What?! But son, you’re the most eligible boy in the galaxy! You’re clever and brave and strong and far too good for all these scruffy rebel types you keep hanging around with - ‘
‘Do you want me to die without grandchildren; is that it?’
‘Dad - um. You’re already - I mean -’
And ghost Obi-Wan sighing in the background just like ‘Yup, this all sounds familiar…’
fic idea: some time after Ahsoka has left the order but before the siege of mandalore, she ends up crossing path with anakin and obi wan mostly by accident
they’re hold up in the middle of nowhere around a campfire, and one of the clones jokingly suggests a game of never have I ever to pass the time
and then after several embarassing instances of Ahsoka teasing Anakin (never have I ever kissed a senator *wink wink*) he just growls out bitterly “never have I ever left the jedi order” and then Obi-Wan drinks.
Obi wan. Drinks.
Everyone freaks out, Anakin spits his water, the clones all do double takes
The Columbia River Gorge is a place of ungraspable beauty, and of cataclysmic geology. Glacial outburst megafloods (the Missoula Floods) carved the cliffs and caused landslides (Rooster Rock), sculpting the preexisting rock. The Gorge’s steep walls are made largely of Columbia River Basalt, a series of unfathomable floods of basalt that erupted and carpeted the Pacific Northwest, forming the Columbia Plateau. These taken on Tuesday the 13th, just before snow blanketed the area, but just after dusting the peaks, from Crowne Point’s Vista House.