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500 600 FOLLOWER GIVEAWAY

Holy cow, y’all. See, I hadn’t even gotten to finish my 100 follower giveaway before this one was needed. And by the time I had gotten the 100 follower giveaway winner chosen, I already had well over 600. I can’t keep up! XD 

This giveaway, there will be 2 winners! One winner will get the SUN box, with a wood burned pentacle keychain, a copy of my first ever spellbook, various incenses, a small sun charm, an incense holder and a Sacred Home herb set. The other will get the MOON box, with a wood burned triple goddess keychain, a small palmistry book, various incenses, a small moon charm, an incense holder, and a sage and cedar herb set.

The Rules:

-No spam blogs, no porn blogs, no giveaway blogs, no bots. Period. Sorry, I just… can’t? 
-You must be following me. This is a giveaway to appreciate my followers, so it’d be silly if I just gave the prizes to anybody! 
-Do NOT tag this as a giveaway and spoil the fun. Seriously.
-You must be 18 or older and willing to give me your shipping information! 
-If you don’t respond within 24 hours of me notifying you of your win, another winner will be chosen. 
-Likes and reblogs both count as entries
-If you want one or the other, make it known to me by sending me a single, polite, private message. If you’re a jerk to me, you automatically get disqualified.

The giveaway will end on my honey’s birthday, April 8th. That means, any entries before 11:59 pm April 7th will be accepted (PST).

I’m super excited!! I can’t wait to see how this turns out! <3 Best of luck, witches!

Help Me Study, Please

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Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Hey, I love your work and was wondering if you could something like where the reader is studying for a test and Mac helps her for very answer she gets right, he kisses her cheek? Or something fluffy like that please?


From left to right, laying in front of you were - a stack of notes, highlighters, three pens, the history book you so badly wanted to burn and a sheet of sample questions to give an idea of what will be on the test. Hair tied up in a ponytail, a glass of water sitting on the table and wearing comfortable clothes you begun the painful process of studying.

15 minutes down and so far only 4 out of 8 questions had been solved correctly, and that wasn’t anywhere good enough for you.

Mac strolled in at this point and saw the scattered mess on the coffee table. “Whoa, what happened in here?”.

Quickly jumping up, you didn’t leave Mac much of a choice as you dragged him towards the couch. He sat down and fiddled with the notes that were in his reach, you slapped his hand away so he wouldn’t mess up the order. “Your just the person I wanted to see”.

“Well I’m glad, considering you know I live here”. He jokingly stated.

You didn’t have any time for jokes and shoved the history book in his hands. “Please help me study? This random test got dropped on us last week is tomorrow, and I barely know any of the material. So I figured since my boyfriend is super smart, could he pretty please help his adorable girlfriend with these stupid questions?”. You rambled, and at the end gave Mac a smile.

He looked through the text and thought about it for a moment, before removing his jacket. “Okay, this is how we’re going to do it. For every question you get right, I’ll give you a motivational kiss”.

Eyeing him, “How come this feels like the kiss is more for your benefit then mine?”.

Mac gasped and made you giggle, “Are you saying that you don’t enjoy kissing me?”.

Leaning in you weren’t about to make a point when Mac placed a finger on your mouth. “No kissing until you get an answer right”, he declared.

Pouting, you resumed your previous position and motioned for Mac to ask the first question. He picked up the cue card and read out loud. “What year did the first world war start and finish?”.

Taking a moment to think about the question carefully, you hesitantly answered. “1914 to 1918?”. Mac put down the card and leaned in, pecking your lips.

Instantly smiling, he went ahead and asked the next question.

The study session went on for about an hour, the pattern had become ask a question, kiss, ask a question, kiss, ask a question, don’t get a kiss. By the end you had gotten 17 out of 20 questions correctly.

Laying against the pillow, your brain was officially fried from all that learning. Your legs rested on Mac’s and he couldn’t be more happier. Whether it was from all the kisses he got, or because he was genuinely happy that you would pass the test, who knew.

“I should help you study more often”. He commented.

Staring at him amused, “You’re just saying that because you got a kiss every time I got a question right”.

Throwing a pillow his way, he dodged it and pulled you slightly down. Hovering over, his hands tickled your sides. Squirming underneath Mac, you were laughing.

After you’d settled down, Mac pulled up onto his lap. “Next time you study we should make it for every question you get right I have to take a piece of clothing off, and for every question you get wrong you have to take a piece of clothing off”.

“So strip poker?”, you replied.

He innocently smiled and you reached for the pillow that you threw at him minutes before and hit him square in the face. Not being able to contain how humorous you found it, a fit of giggles erupted.

“Oh, two can play that game”. He grabbed the extra pillow and thus a pillow fight started. Climbing off his lap, the two of you chased the other around the house for at least 10 minutes straight.

Mac finally caught up with you, dropping his pillow to the floor he stretched out and took a hold of your waist. “Want to go study again, but this time strip poker style?”.

Seeing how much he was beaming for the idea, you rolled your eyes and said. “Just this once, and only if you promise no-one is going to know about this”.

Mac eagerly nodded and helped set up your material for round number 2.

“If I get an A on this test I’ll make you breakfast in bed”, you offered.

Mac sat down on the couch and responded. “If you get an A I better be getting more than breakfast in bed”.

Shaking your head at his flirty remark, you sternly answered back. “Don’t push your luck“. Earning a deep chuckle from Mac, he cleared his throat and begun asking the first question.

The Burning Book

For a while it was fine,
Ice was in the midst of the mind,
And words were flowing rivers.

The turn of a page
Brings chaos uphill,
And blaze up the raging will.

Set to fire
Did I,
Those words
That meant not a thing.

Amber and scarlet,
And pale azure.
They devoured
the spilled out ink.

In the turn of a second,
All thoughts were vanquished,
All emotions tranquilized.

If memory dislikes
the ashen face,
Let it rejuvenate,
From the embers
Of the burning book.  

anonymous asked:

Do we know what Camilla's favourite book is? I'm looking for reading material but I can't exactly ask her for recommendations, haha (especially that she is yet to reply to my last letter!).

Hi :)

Well, I know that she loves Harry Potter. She’s also an fan of Robert Burns’s poems. 

I think her favourite children’s books are “The Gruffalo” and “Hairy Maclary”, but these are probably none you would want to read :D

I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful.

anonymous asked:

your take on street art? street artists? and all related

Like any kind of art, there is good art and there is bad art. I respect and understand its function and I think it’s a little disappointing that Banksy is such a leading name in all that because there are absolutely other artists doing great things and if we put together a top twenty list of people who hate Banksy most on tumblr dot com I feel confident I’d make the list. Here is something from a while back. And here is a list I found of some other street artists while I was looking for that other post. I think there’s a lot of significant ~*discourse*~ that surrounds the entire contemporary history of street and my knowledge is limited but I’m not here to tell anyone “no” or “stop” unless you’re Banksy. If you’re Banksy then please stop and give all your money to causes that can help minority and homeless youth and maybe I’ll cross you out of my burn book.

Go ahead and be there for people. Offer a listening ear when they manage to heave the words they’ve been trying to say out of their throat.  Be that shoulder to cry on when the dam breaks and their tears flood down their face. But remember, you are human. Not hospital, not clinic, human. And even they need to be maintained, so it’s only natural that you do too. Don’t forget yourself.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (321/366)
He knows every wound inside me, every scar that hasn’t healed, every demon that keeps me up at night and yet, he still kisses my mouth like I’m something holy and pure. If that doesn’t prove magic exists, I do not know what does.
—  Nikita Gill, More Poems About Steve
People fear someone falling out of love with them, but no one usually questions what it’s like to be the one falling out. They can’t picture feeling that something must be horribly wrong with you because there’s no other plausible explanation for why your heart doesn’t flutter when you look at him like it used to. It was the position I never thought I would find myself in, yet here I was, looking at the man I supposedly loved and not feeling a thing. If there was anything there, it was negative. Annoyance, anger, sadness, the complete opposite of everything he used to make me feel. It wasn’t right to let him believe things were okay, so I told him. Watching his facial expression drift from a quiet seriousness into a brokenness I never thought I would cause, I wished I didn’t mean the words I said but I knew I did. I couldn’t keep running away, after all, where could I go when the person that used to feel like home no longer did?
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: Telling the guy you love that you’re falling out of love for the same reason you fell in love with him.
It doesn’t have to be Spring for you to bloom.
—  It’s been said that Spring is the time of new beginnings. Enjoy it, but make sure to remember that you can have a new beginning any day, any time. // @maxwelldpoetry
I promise you sweetheart, you could rake all the drugs in the world, kiss all the sexy girls you’ll meet, drink hard liquor all night long, and dance to the nymphs of the otherworld, but you would never find the same high you found in me.
—  cynthia go // Intoxicated [63/365]
You started a fire in her soul
But tomorrow came
And you left her shivering in the cold
So she gathered what little embers left of her
As she carefully whispered love to her dying self
Now she’s a burning forest, as bright as the sun
And all you could do is look at her with awe,
For you’d never imagined that a girl
Looking so fragile and naive,
Would one day become a fire
That you could never ever put out.
—  cynthia go // Forest fire [64/365]

“Tell me. What is love like?” she whispers to him under the stars. He stares off before the words fell from his lips like embers.

“Love. It’s like fire.

It’s so beautiful to look at. It is wonderful to make and have… but if you aren’t careful it, then it will burn you.

It will engulf your soul and leave nothing but dark ashes behind.

Love is both a warm fire on a cold night and a terrifying wildfire when exploring. Beautiful from afar, but a horror when too close.

I guess, simply put, love is something that with just enough distance could keep you warm and alive through the darkest winters in your life.”
His voice drifted off into the darkness and she knew he hadn’t kept enough distance before.

His dark eyes were ashes of a burning love.

He had been burnt.

—  Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #55