Grounding With Other Elements


  • Sit in a body of water, a natural one or a bath. Feel where the water touches your skin. Find the line at the surface, where it touches you. Go around your whole body. Feel weightless.
  • Drink a glass of water, slowly and steadily. Feel it travel down your throat and into the rest of your body. Finish the glass.
  • Listen to the rain, the waves, the babbling brook. Feel the sound. Let it vibrate through you until your vibrations match.


  • Feel the wind on your face. Let the spread-out pieces of you be picked up by the wind, and pushed back to you. Let the wind carry the unnecessary stresses away. 
  • Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Repeat.
  • Take a word, sound, or phrase. Repeat it or sing it, find that pitch and speed that feels right.


  • Feel the heat from a fire, let it warm your bones.
  • You are a candle flame. Sit or stand tall. Let the excess energy burn up and out the top of your head like smoke. Flicker as needed.
  • Turn off the lights, light a candle. Watch its light flicker on the walls. Melt into the room.
Stranger Things Season 2 trailer shot by shot run down

I do not claim or own any of these screenshots all rights to Netflix

aw look at my children doing normal children things can’t wait to see how long that’s going to last 

so, the way that Dungeons and Dragons was sort of the running analogy last season, my guess is that this game is going to be the overlying symbolism for this season.

my boys all back together and happy again can’t wait to see how long that’ll last :’)

so if this is the analogy I’m guessing the “sword” is going to be the key to slaying the monster

again, the dragon probably = the monster

and if so, the fact that Dustin seemingly LOST this game sort of worries me…

case in point

this trailer took approximately 15 seconds to get me to say “oh no”

AS I WAS SAYING (okay so obviously from what we left off on last season and the trailers/ teaser we’ve gotten. we now know this season is going to deal with the aftermath of the Upside Down for Will as well as the entire community as rifts have been opened to other worlds)

so i’m assuming Will’s main arc this season is going to be his struggle with being split between two worlds, and though I understand why they did it I wish we could see more of Will apart from that but oh well)

me too buddy, me too.

and thus, we have our big bad for the season *rubs hands together*

mike he is obviously not okay but thanks for being concerned

correct me if i’m wrong but is that Jonathan’s car? why is he leaving?

sooooo why isn’t Will at school?

stancy break up/ tension possibly? nothing good ever really comes from their meeting in this ally

aw…is this why he wasn’t in school? Joyce obviously knows something is up. (side note: is that Hopper behind them?)

oh come on-

these SOBs again?

so i guess maybe the Upside Down;s bleeding over to our world effect crops too???????

Hopper and Joyce as parents yes please (also Will is not okay)

“I felt it everywhere” wtf is that supposed to mean that’s terrifying

please just let the Byers family live someone give them a break

why do they look so suspect? who are they looking at?

honestly I’m loving the Halloween time theme I can’t wait for the aesthetics they’re going to be implementing

my connection/ insider I have previously hinted to me about a Steve/ kids dynamic that was going to be happening this season, but I’m actually very interested to see where this goes and the relationships that’ll come out of it

again with the aesthetics !!! yes !!! please!!! and !!! thank !!! you !!!

when the scientists are worried, it’s really time to get worried

uuuhhhhh yikes? blood is never a good sign?


ah yes all is probably not well at the Wheeler household 

of course my dork sons all go trick or treating in matching Ghost Busters costumes I love them

it looks like he’s tracking something. buuuuut what?


oooohhhhhh these boys look like they’re crushing on the new giiirrrllll 👀 (mainly Lucas and Dustin? maybe Will I can’t tell) (except for Mike because they really are doing everything they can to bury me in Mileven feels)

I can literally feel her angst radiating off the screen and I have a feeling I’m going to stan her unless the writers use her as a devise to cause tension or rivalry among the boys in which case someone is going to die

“Sometimes I feel like I can still see her” WHY DO THE WRITERS FEEL THE NEED TO HURT ME LIKE THIS GAH I MISS MILEVEN HE EVEN KEPT HER BLANKET FORT UP  (because also it’s important to note that this is the same shirt from the screenshot of them watching the girl walk in. so if Mike goes home and realizes he still misses I’m going to choke)

can’t wait for this to most likely just be a cat jump scare

they’re building something don’t ask me what

if I had to guess I would say some sort of device that picks up on signals from the Upside Down maybe? like some sort of crystal radio?

but why does Mike kind of look like hes going to smash it with the speaker?

new girl seems to be working with them/ part of the group now. but the box opened? idk this part is confusing

-EDIT/ UPDATE THANKS TO @disneyprincesskatherine apparently this is a reference to Ghostbusters! the box is similar to a device they use in the movies to catch ghost (i’m uncultured I’m so sorry). she also speculates this is the capture of the sort of “pet” Dustin gets that Gaten talked about (could also be why there is blood on Dustin’s chair)

okay but where is #4? they’re still in their Halloween costumes so we can assume it’s either the day of or the morning after, though on what looked to be Halloween night in one of the previous screencaps, all 4 were present soooo

more evidence of the world meshing

YOU BEST BELIEVE I SCREAMED OUT LOUD I MISSED THEM (they both looks so good I‘m loving the haircuts) (and is this them breaking into the lab?)

even though this is a gross slimy portal to another dimension, i’m still digging the aesthetics

Will is not okay part 87450507

this is either a drawing of a map of the Upside Down or all connecting tree roots. either way wtf Will?

This time on: OTPs With Unreal Height Differences 

it kind of looks like the same “tree roots” on the ground as there were at the gas station shot so yeah, I think Will was drawing a giant root system

🎶 you’re my daaad, you’re my dad, boogie woogie woogie 🎶

DREAM TEAM (Mike, Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce) (also can we laugh at the fact that Mike is armed with a candle holder while he stands next to his sister literally holding a shot gun)

Hop digging my grave for when I finish the season

*cues classic 80′s teen movie party montage*

my girl wildin out (and Steve’s there too I guess)

TELL ME WHO HURT YOU (this is a different outfit from the party though, so it’s not the same scene)

a new weapon? perhaps the “sword”?



everyone in this trailer looks as shook as I feel watching it

Will Is Not Okay: The Saga Continues

same shirt so most likely what he’s experiencing on the other side. I’m almost certain he’s going to play a big role in Eleven being able to come back to the other side

Journey To The Center of the Earth (2008)

well well well, Samwise Gamgee, what’s poppin’

why does Steve have Jonathan’s bat?

as far as I can tell this treck into the Upside Down consists of Mike, Dustin, Joyce, and I can’t tell who the others are 

“ABORT ABORT!!!” (this is a different scene from the one above so I wonder what this is in reference to)

another shot of Will being scared out of his mind, this kid doesn’t ever get a break (though the background looks almost like the lab as opposed to the upside down. I could be wrong)

…well that’s concerning (kind of looks like that giant monster is chasing him)

“If you’re out there, please just give me a sign”

so this looks to be back in the Upside Down equivalent to the classroom where Eleven defeated the Demegorgan. and based on the look on her face and the previous shot above, it seems she JUST woke up




I’m so freaking happy for her return to Mike us

Lord almighty this season looks amazing.

since I have no room for an altar in my small apartment, I transformed this plate on my table where my candles stand on, into my altar. The perfect thing about it is that I can just take it anywhere and hide it if someone(who can’t know about my craft) comes over. It is still a work in progress, but I’m already happy with it 😊💕

The De Carrington Dressing Guide Part 3

Hey y’all, it’s part 3 of my guide to helping those that want to look elegant and well dressed, rather than a pile of soiled laundry. For those that missed them:
Part One
Part Two

Proportional Representation 

Today I’m going to be talking about proportions. That is, looking like everything is the right size and you don’t look gangly, squished, or a nightmarish combination of the two. 

So let’s get out some candles, stand in front of a mirror and whisper the words ‘Shazza and Bazza’ 3 times…. and as if by magic, our glamorous models appear. 

First up, let’s look at where the waist sits. On Shazza, our female model, the elbows and the waist are roughly in line with each other, but on Bazza, the elbows are noticeable higher than the waist. 

Bazza’s male torso is also noticeably longer than the female figure. 

How can we even this out?

Creating a waist

On my outfits I will almost always have a waist. Without this the torso has no definite ‘end point’ and will look longer. Even a simple belt breaks up the mass of the torso, and helps create more of an hourglass silhouette. Without a defined waist there is a much greater risk of looking ‘barrel-like’.

(a belt creates more of an hourglass figure and shortens the torso)

If we shift the waist up to closer where the elbows are, we can create a more feminine figure. The effect is also accentuated if you use padding and or corsetry. (Dresses with built in boning are also great for this.)

I’d also recommend tucking your top into your skirt as well, to create the contrast between the two, again creating that important waist. 

If you have the guts to try it, or rather, lack of gut, you can also use a crop top to make the torso seem a bit shorter. 

(a crop top can shorten the torso)

Do these things:

  • Wear clothes with a defined waist
  • Use a belt
  • Tuck your shirt in
  • Wear the waistband a little higher than you would in boy mode
  • Wear dark colours on the top half
  • Eat sensibly and exercise

Don’t do these things:

  • Go for empire line dresses
  • Wear anything that looks like a tent
  • Wear horizontal stripes that will make your torso seem broad
  • Wear a baggy top and tight skirt
  • Binge on pies


Right, this is one of my gripes with a lot of people that want to try and appear feminine- wearing a skirt that is far too short, especially tight ones. This will make you look very top heavy! It’s also trashy and not very classy, more Wednesday in Bognor than weekend in Paris. But here’s a simple rule to avoid looking like something that’s escaped from a 1980s Bon Jovi video..

Your skirt’s hem should be lower than your fingertips if you stand with your hands by your side.

Easy as that. This can make it harder to find skirts that fit, as we’re generally taller, but if it doesn’t fit, don’t buy it, or give it to a shorter friend. 

(I don’t go any shorter than this)

With other lengths of skirts there’s less rules, though generally I’d avoid anything that hits between your ankles and mid shin, that’s prime frump territory. 

The most flattering length on myself I find is just below the knee, as it seems to show off my frame and height, though someone shorter would probably look a bit swamped by some of these looks. Generally if you wear something below the knee I’d suggest heels, but with some more streetwear orientated looks you can get away with flats if you have cool shoes.

That’s it for the moment. Shout me if you have any questions or areas you might want me to cover.

Keep it regal



Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen forgets an important day for the Reader and he tries to come up with a good way of apologizing.

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings: Fluff 

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My quote is bolded! I hope you guys like this! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par. *hides face* feedback is always welcomed!!

Eleven missed calls.

I knew I had screwed up when her phone went straight to voicemail after the third ring. She was avoiding my calls, that much I knew. I tried racking my brain, coming up blank with reasons for the cold shoulder she was giving me.

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Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn (A Soulmate AU) Part 4

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

“Why didn’t you go to your appointment today?” Shawn asks as he walks into your bedroom. No, it’s not yours. It’s the guest room. You were his guest. “I asked if you needed a ride and you said you had one. Why didn’t you go?” He sounds angry? Concerned? Upset?

“My ride fell through. I was going to reschedule but-”

“You didn’t reschedule right away? Did you call and say you weren’t going to make it?” His arms are crossed and he’s standing, weight shifted to the left, a very defensive pose. Why was he getting all upset? It wasn’t as if you weren’t living with a medical professional who kept tabs on you every day. It wasn’t like it was a big deal that some other doctor didn’t get to look at your leg. Shawn was more than enough, you thought.

“Shawn, I called but they had no openings this week. I said I would call back tomorrow after I found out when you would be available to take me,” you speak calmly, voice soft and level as to not irritate him any further. “My sister’s car was hit by a snow plow. She won’t be taking me anywhere for a while.”

“Oh,” Shawn runs a hand through his hair and sighs. He paces just inside the doorway, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “Sorry I snapped at you. It’s been a long day, I shouldn’t make excuses though. I should have let you finish talking.” He looks over at you and you just smile a little at him. It was interesting, getting to see what he was like when he wasn’t actively trying to be perfect. “I can take you whenever. I don’t have any meetings and I’ll just be doing early morning rotations in the ER on Monday and Wednesday. The rest of the week I’m going to be working over nights as a back up in the trauma ward.”

“I hate over nights,” you mumble.

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A So Called Blind Date

Summary: After not wanting to celebrate his birthday, Steve and Tony convince Bucky to go to a “Blind Date”.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1780

Warnings: angst at the end, mentioning of german food

A/N: yooo guess who’s back after her unplanned break of 141 days? I am so so sorry guys. You have no idea how many times I tried to write but just couldn’t. But for now, I’m back with the usual portion of fluff and angst <3 I hope you like it!

“You did what?” Steve asked, shoving his left hand through his hair before he let it fall to his side again. He looked at Tony, shook his head (twice) and then started scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t know what to say. Not after the thing Tony had just told him.

“The guy’s a hundred years old, Steve”, Tony defended himself. “He didn’t even want a birthday party. That’s the least we should do for him. When was the last time he was on a date? With a cute girl in a pretty dress? Huh? 1941?”

“That’s not…” Steve tried to say but Tony waved it off and Steve shrugged. Maybe Tony was right. Bucky didn’t want to talk to Steve about his birthday. Not to him, nor to Natasha or to Clint who he had kind of become good friends with in the past few months.

“It’s good to have a date every once in a while Steve. Even when he’s not ‘looking for something’”, Tony made some quotation marks in the air and rolled his eyes. The last time Tony had suggested Bucky go on a date, this had been the exact answer he had been given. 

That Bucky was too old. That he was carrying too many problems. That he was not looking for something. That he was just trying to be normal again if that was even possible for someone with a past like his.

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“Try Me” (M)


Member: Sehun from EXO

Genre: Smut (M), A little bit of angst

A/N: This is a scenario i had in mind for awhile and it’s inspired from the fic Talk Now by my favorite scenario blog @noonatrash so be sure to check them out they’re awesome!

Summary: You and Sehun have a strictly sexual booty call relationship and Sehun makes you submit to him a little too easily.

It’s been 2 weeks since you last spoke to Sehun. It felt good. It felt different. You’ve had some time to reflect on the way you handled things. “Never again” you mumbled to yourself, disgusted at your own behavior.  He made you feel so numb, to everything. He made you feel good but also so mad and you didn’t know how to handle a guy like him but you were hooked and there was nothing you could have done about it.

You were sitting at home on your bed, dim lights and the silence of the night coming through your window. Your phone screen lit up showing an unfamiliar phone number. You crooked your face to the side presenting a confused expression. “Who the fuck is calling me at 2 am? This better not be Chanyeol on about how I drank all his bubble tea again”. You decided to answer the call, already ready with an excuse for drinking 3 cups of bubble tea. You picked up the phone and waited for the other side to start talking but only silence draped the other line.

“I need you.” A familiar voice appeared as your eyes widened. “You have to be kidding me” you thought to yourself, letting out a scoff. “Don’t you have some other poor girl to booty call Sehun?” he was surprised at your sudden response. “Yes. But none of them are you.” He let out a breathy response. “Sehun, I thought I made myself clear last time we saw each other….” There was a short silence, “You mean when I fucked you to submission and you screamed my name all over my apartment?” he said smugly. “Sehun we’re over.” You announced once again before you quickly hung up.

Sehun hasn’t left your mind the entire week after he called you again. Why did he think you would act this stupid again? He really doesn’t know anything about you, you thought to yourself.  Sitting on your couch and drinking another bubble tea cup you stole from Chanyeol’s apartment.  It was another Friday night that you didn’t have a date to. The only company you had was the chocolate bubbles and the 5th season of Friends. You weren’t even bothered to wear pants, you were wearing your black revealing lace panties and a long V neck shirt that was a bit transparent but you couldn’t care less.

Your drink long gone and already on season 6 when you heard a loud knock on your door. You glanced at the clock, “2:30 AM” you scoffed to yourself. “If it’s who I think it is, then I might as well have fun with it.” You mumbled to yourself as you got up to open the door.  Swinging the door to an all too familiar face, you flashed your fake smile at the tall broad shouldered man. “What are you doing here Sehun?” you let out a laugh but he didn’t look too amused. 

“Why don’t you answer my calls anymore?” you remembered you blocked his number last week and didn’t even get those calls in the first place. “Sorry I’ve been busy” you put out an overly fake frown and crooked your head to the side. He pushed you aside and let himself in. he walked up to your couch and wrapped his arms above his chest, leaning against the side of your couch. “Busy? I see….” He laughed. “I’m sure watching Friends in your underwear is real tiring.” He crooked his head at you. “It sure is more fun than sucking your dick” you let out. He scoffed at your statement, “Playing hard to get are we?” 

you took one step closer to him sporting an all serious confused look on your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your lips inches away from his, slightly touching. “Is there something in the words “We are over.” That you do not understand Oh Sehun?” you looked straight into his eyes. He leaned closer a bit and grabbing your waist to bring you to a kiss right before you pulled away and waved your finger at him. 

“Ahah if you wanna touch my lips again then it’s gonna cost you way more than just touching my waist Oh Sehun.” You smirked at him. He let out an impressed giggle before grabbing you by your waist and lifting you on his shoulder, one hand on your ass. He walked over to the dining table across the room and dropped you on the glass table, throwing the candle stands you had on the floor and sliding you further. He spread your legs apart with one brief action before standing still between your legs. “fine.” He said, looking at your underwear.

He grabbed your underwear and roughly tore them apart, letting out a growl. Grabbing your hips, he slid you closer to his body and it only took 2 seconds before you could feel his tongue on your clit. He didn’t go easy at all. He flicked his tongue on your clit, teasing at first but giving in faster than you. He attached his lips on your heat and sucked on your clit while swirling circles around it. He bit it slightly, earning a loud moan from you as you arched your back and grabbed his hair. You could feel his smirk against your opening right before he licked it and entered his 3 fingers in. pumping hard back and forth until you finally graced him with another moan, trying to hold in to not let him enjoy himself too much. He crawled all the 3 and hit that spot in you he knew all too well. 

Another moan took you by surprise; you closed your eyes and shouted “FUCK” at the top of your lungs, encouraging him to continue. But it wasn’t a surprise to you when you felt emptiness again. He pulled his fingers out and stood still in front of your burning heat again. “Get up.” He said, panting. You sat up on the table and shot him a look, not doing as he said. You saw him flick his tongue and move his head from side to side slightly impressed from your persistence.

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you to his body. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking at his now hard cock. “See something you like?” he smirked at you. “Yeah” you said, he smirked again. “My lonely bubble tea that I didn’t get to finish” you giggled. His smirked dropped at your sound and his grip on your thighs hardened. He grabbed your waist and slid his lower body between your legs, expecting you to wrap your legs around his waist again like always, but at his surprise you didn’t. Instead you swung your legs in the air, shooting him an innocent puppy eyed look in your eyes. You knew exactly how to play him. 

Approaching your lips, intending to kiss you roughly, you turned your head away and blocked him with your hand. “It’s a shame you think that little tongue game of yours is enough for me” you laughed in his furious face. “My bad” he let out and pulled his jeans down, shoving his entire length in you in one sharp go. An instinct made you grab his shoulder with your fingers, leaving white marks all over it from the sudden pain.  He began to move his hips against yours, grabbing your thigh with one hand and his other hand busy on your clit again. His thrusts were rough and desperate almost like he was aching for you. His dick thirsty for you those past 3 weeks.  

Dropping his head back and moaning your name, the grip on your thigh marking blue marks all over. You could feel his hand giving up on your clit until you finally felt that spot you liked so much. Stars in your eyes and a ball of warmth in your stomach, you came breathing out a warm moan against his ear. He came too and made sure that you knew what name came out of his lips.

Avoiding his lips once more, you got up from his embrace and headed straight to the shower. He leaned his hands against your dining room table, panting and shaking his head at your actions. A dark thought dawned his mind and he was not ready to give up just yet. Not until he got to taste your lips.

You got into the shower, facing the wall and striking a smile at your actions. Before you could turn on the water, you felt a hand on yours. Turning on the cold water, it hit your back and you hissed at the sudden sensation. Before you could notice, you were pinned against the wall face on. His lips reached your ear and hands gracing your curves until they got to your hips, gripping them tightly, tighter than his earlier grip on your thighs. His cock stroked your entrance and without any words he entered you again. He pinned both your arms against the wet wall and bit your neck, drawing hickies all over it. 

His thrusts were even worse this time. He was really desperate and you could feel your walls responding. You let yourself let loose and you let your head drop back on the crook of his neck. He looked at you once before he sped his hips and went even deeper in. working on your G spot with a couple hits and your entire body gave in against the wall. He let his cock enjoy your orgasm a little longer before you felt his warm cum on your back, being washed away by the cold stream from the shower head.

Sehun turned you around to face him, pinning your back against the wall. He kept his gaze on your lips, not letting anything else distract him. “What’s the cost?” he asked seriously. “This thing” you pointed your finger between the both of you. “Is on my terms now.” You said, keeping your gaze on his lips too. Your eyelids closed as you felt the touch of his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately, his lips cold and wet from the water and drops falling from his chin, he gave into you.

“...Probably carrying around all that metal doesn’t help.”

A spell to get rid of negative vibes/subconscious gunk; a first step towards healing yourself of bad habits/negative experiences that you might not even realize or want to admit are there.

You will need:

  • a polished/tumbled hematite stone you’re willing to part with (they’re very inexpensive, I found one for $1)
  • something to enclose the stone in after the ritual, preferably made of earth.
  • a candle (optional)

Light a candle, if you wish. The main scene that I’m drawing inspiration from took place in front of a fire and I just like lighting candles in general. 

Stand or sit comfortable. I prefer to stand because it feels more like “actual” bending, but others might prefer to sit. 

Plant your feet and breathe, setting the stone in front of you. 

Picture the negative energy/spiritual gunk inside you is a semi-solid silver sphere in your chest. You’ve made steps to recover from most of it, but there is still some stuck in there, to your bones, to your muscles, to your soul. You need to get it out, you need to accept that there are still things left to change. 

 Draw your arms close to your chest and back out in a circle. Move your arms back and forth, up and down, as you see fit. Imagine yourself pulling that toxic energy along, up from your chest to your shoulders and arms and finally off your fingertips into the stone in front of you. 

As you draw your energy out, imagine what it is that’s been holding you back. Picture it, in your mind. Picture yourself moving past it. It can’t hurt you anymore, you’re taking steps to heal. You’re admitting that this is something that has been holding you back and has been keeping you from your goals.

Take the stone and seal it off in an earthen jar or lump of pliable clay. Bury it somewhere off your property.

In the series proper, Korra removing the mercury was only a physical measure to healing, there was still a lot of psychological issues to work through. This is only the first step in your journey to becoming a better you or getting rid of a bad habit or a buildup of stressful and negative energy. Fixing bad habits or dealing with trauma might take a professional help like a doctor or psychiatrist or therapist. This is just making it easier for you to do so with a clear head.

Tender Loving Care

Pairing: Morgan x Reader

Word count: 1,345

Request: NO

Warnings: a bit smutty sorry not sorry

Summary: Y/N has never had sex before but it’s Derek’s birthday, so she decides she’s ready to let him take her virginity.  The entire time, he is careful not to hurt her and is really gentle and loving.  Features a tender loving Derek Morgan in bed.  Get ready.

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Your phone rings, startling you.  It’s Derek.  

“Hey,” you say after you pick it up.

“Hello, gorgeous.  Hope you’re not too lonely,” he replies through the phone, the sound of his voice making your heart pick up pace.  Since you’re on the phone, though, it’s easy to pretend you aren’t nervous about his birthday surprise.

“Well, actually I was just finishing up wrapping your birthday gift,” you tell him.  You can practically hear him smile.

“Now, I told you that I didn’t need you to get me anything,” he says.  You smile and roll your eyes.

“Hurry up and come home.”

“Yes ma’am.  I’ll be about fifteen minutes,” he says and hangs up.  Your smile slowly fades as you look around the bedroom you’re standing in.  Candles are lit on the bedside table and the dressers, giving the room a slight, sultry glow and you’ve laid rose petals all over the bed.  Once you put the phone down, you pull your robe a bit tighter to your body, wanting to wait to reveal yourself to your boyfriend.

You grab the last bag of rose petals and start forming a path from the bedroom to the front door.  You decide to light a few more candles and set them around the petals, making the path more obvious.  Once you finish with that, you turn off all the lights in the apartment, letting all the tiny flames be the only source of light. 

Nerves begin to take over as the clock ticks closer and closer to 9:45, the time Derek said he would arrive home.  Within that time, you decide to touch up your makeup in the bathroom while waiting for his arrival.

It’s two minutes till 9:45 when you hear the front door open and your name being spoken by your boyfriend, but as soon as he was fully in the door, he shut his mouth.  You quickly turn the bathroom light off and re-enter the bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed, right in front of the door.  You hear Derek set his keys and bag down in the living room and soon, his footsteps are making their way to the open door of the bedroom.

“Y/N?” he asks before he enters.  He’s met with the sight of you in your robe standing, waiting for him.

“Happy birthday,” is all you respond.  You manage to keep your voice calm and try not to show that you’re in any way nervous.

“Damn,” he replies.  He’s looking you up and down, wondering what is underneath that silky fabric.  “You said you had a present for me?” he asks with a smirk.

You smirk back.  “Why don’t you come unwrap it?” you say, gently tugging at the top of the robe to reveal more cleavage.  His sigh of pleasure fills the room as he makes his way over to you, grabbing your hands and pulling you to him for a warm, tender kiss.  In no time, he finds the strings at your front and pulls, revealing the red lacy lingerie you had bought secretly the day before.  Leaning back, he he takes you in, savoring every inch of your perfect body.

“Damn, what did I do to deserve this masterpiece?” he asks, more to himself than to you.  His praise for you makes you blush and look down at your bare feet.  Derek slowly removes the robe from your shoulders, leaving you feeling very exposed.

“I wanted to give you something very special since it’s your birthday,” you tell him, glancing up up at him through your lashes.  Shyness is quickly taking over your body and you can feel the firm and brave front you wore only moments before begin to crumble at your feet.

“Baby girl, you know I can wait for you as long as you want.  I’ve told you, there is no amount of time too long.”  His arms are on your shoulders, rubbing up and down your arms.

“I’m ready Derek.  I love you.”  You finally meet his eyes, his dark face barely lit by the glow of the candles.

“I love you, too, y/n.  So much,” he replies, stepping closer so that you back up to the bed.  He grabs your hands and guides them to the hem of his shirt.  Just as you sit down on the edge of the bed, you lift his shirt to reveal his chiseled form and throw aside the dark material.  Your hands make their way to his belt, slowly undoing it.  His hands are at his sides, waiting for you.

After you have his belt undone, you unzip the fly on his jeans and pull them down around his knees, giving you a full, pleasurable view of his arousal inside his tight briefs.  Derek shifts on his feet to take off his boots, allowing you to bring his pants down the rest of the way and pull them off his feet.  You throw them in the same direction you had thrown his shirt.

You finally look back up into his dark eyes and your heart races even faster.  Slowly, Derek steps back a bit before pulling his own underwear down, revealing his ready erection.  You swallow hard and grab his hands, pulling him to you and kissing him as deeply as you know how.  The kiss is soft at first, but in no less than two seconds, Derek deepens it, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth.  It’s wet, messy, and incredibly sexy all the at the same time.  

Both of you are breathing hard now.  After laying you both down onto the bed, Derek reaches behind you to unclasp your bra.  As soon as your chest is revealed, he reaches to gently knead at one before using his other hand to keep his body above yours.

“You’re sure?” he asks gently, quietly.

“One hundred percent,” you answer just as softly.  You grab his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him again.

Between kisses and pants, Derek reaches down to the lacy panties, pulling them down your legs in one swift motion.  You’ve only ever been topless in front of him before, so this is the first time you’ve ever truly been fully exposed to him.  Something about it made you giddy, so you giggle unexpectedly, earning a light chuckle from the loving man on top of you as well.  He kisses you passionately one more time before gently rubbing his tip against your entrance.

“Ready baby girl?” he asks.

You nod enthusiastically and before you know it, he’s inside of you, making you moan slightly.  It was an odd feeling at first, and hurt a bit.  He was incredibly still inside of you, and you knew it was to wait for you to adjust to the feeling.  You gently nod when you’re ready for him to move.  He complies instantly, gently rocking his hips into yours.  It’s slow and soft and incredibly affectionate.  Your heart begins to swell at the idea of how much love you have for this man and he for you.  

Despite his pace, he leans up to look you in the eyes.  “You okay?”

You nod at his question.  It felt so good.  You grab his face again and kiss him more and more as you reach your high.  He’s careful to let you come first, and when you do, it’s a feeling you knew would never be able to be described.  Euphoria takes over your entire being as moans and his name escape your tired lips.

“Fuck,” he says before you feel him twitch.  Thank god you’re on the pill, because you can feel his member release while still enveloped inside you.  His spent body suddenly falls to yours and you are nothing but sweat and limbs tangled together, and you knew that was all you ever wanted to be.

“Happy birthday,” you tell him with a smile.  He chuckles and leans up once more to look at you.

“I am the luckiest man alive,” he admits and pulls you into yet another tender, loving kiss.

anonymous asked:

Do we have any pictures or any hints of what Laurens's childhood home looked like?

John’s first home was located in St. Michael’s Alley (south of Broad Street in Charleston, SC).  I haven’t come across any descriptions of this home other than this description of the nursery:

By the time little Martha arrived in 1759, if not long before, an imported cradle was a central fixture in the parental bedroom, which was also equipped with necessaries such as a candle stand, a warming pan, and a bedpan passed along from grandfather Laurens. Because Henry and his wife, Eleanor, anticipated extensive use for that nursery item, the cradle was probably one that rocked, featuring a ‘gauze pavilion’ with turned posts at its four corners to support mosquito netting. (The Life and Times of Martha Laurens Ramsay)

In June 1762, Henry Laurens purchased Mepkin plantation and then bought land in Ansonborough, SC about three months later.  The Ansonborough property was on the outskirts of Charleston whereas Mepkin was about 30 miles out.  Ansonborough appears to have been the main residence at this time while Mepkin may have been used moreso in the summer months (particularly to escape the diseases in the city).  The home in Ansonborough had “its own wharf and creek, four acres that included a green called Laurens Square, and [was] bounded by Pitt, East Bay, Centurion, and Anson Streets” (The Life and Times of Martha Laurens Ramsay).

Here’s a pretty thorough description of the Ansonborough property, provided in The Life and Times of Martha Laurens Ramsay:

Papa Henry’s pleasure in the new house glowed in his letters.  “Mahogany is the thing by all means for your Stair case.  You would agree in opinion with me if you saw mine.” Though the darker wood was costly, “in time it becomes abundantly cheaper as it is firm, durable, and gains beauty whether you will or not, with age, whereas Cedar is brittle, splintery and without an excess of rubbing and waxing fades and loses its colour in a very few years.”  He enjoyed careful oversight of every step.  “Cypress is the best and cheapest wood for wainscot, but your [English] oak in my judgment is infinitely preferable.  I have painted one room in my house Wainscoat color and pattern upon a coat of brown Plaister.  It stands very well and is much admired.”  His used of the magisterial “I” meant, of course, that he supervised the task, not actually performed it.

Henry Laurens wanted their new home on East Bay Street to be “worthy…to be occupied by a merchant,” to reflect his cosmopolitan horizons.  Spacious, roomy, and open rather than ornate, and somewhat unimaginative externally, the house was a “plain barn-like building” of brick, almost “square to the winds,” 38 and ½ ft. x 60 ½ ft.—pretentious not in ornamentation or iron grillwork but in acreage and gardens, “with a wall all upon the front of my garden [Wall Street].” Henry had purchased a “Mulatto” slave bricklayer, Samuel, that spring especially to create elegant garden paths around the house.  One feature visible from those bricked walks was a jerkin-head roof—a hipped roof cutting flat angles at the corners of the house.

Inside, the house from cellar to roof featured heavy-hewn timbers.  Two floors had four large rooms each, downstairs and upstairs, plus several small “apartments”—rooms topped by a “spacious attic” with room for wine storage in the hipped-roof corners.  Near the front door was a small hallway, “little more than a vestibule” on the south side of the structure, and a stairway on the left led to the upper story while a door on the right opened into the library.  (Surprisingly, Henry Laurens had omitted the wide central hall great Charles Town houses usually featured in hopes of luring every possible breeze.) But the library was a huge room (18’ 8” x 17’ 2”) with two hundred running feet of shelves, and the books were protected by beautiful decorative glass doors embossed with geometric shapes—octagons, squares, and triangles.  Behind the library was an equally hospitable dining room (17 ½’ x 17 ½’) with a paneled ten-foot-wide chimney all the way to the ceiling.  Immediately above, on the second floor, was the same size ballroom. Some of the fireplace mantels were marble, others elegantly carved wood—all in the highest tone of simplicity and dignity.  The mantels were undoubtedly imported from England, like the ones Henry had ordered for the house of his neighbor Charles Pinckney.

The dining room, with fancy mirrors and a very large “chimney glass,” boasted sconces on the wall, handsome pewter serving dishes, silver tureens, a brass warming pan, and a tinned Japanned waiter—to say nothing of elegant china for entertaining (family meals were served on earthenware).  Martha’s father knew his merchandise: he ordered mirrors “truly elegant and worthy of a place in a Dining Room occupied by a merchant.” But he returned the first ones: “their fault was their fineness.  They are too fine, I will rather say too large for my dining room.” Unfortunately, in the shipping from England to Charles Town, faulty packing had damaged some of the gilded ornamentation and scraped some of the “Quick Silvering.”  “The packer or workman ought really to be answerable,” he demanded. Upstairs in the drawing room, a harpsichord for Martha’s arpeggios and sonatinas held a place of honor, flanked by elbow chairs, a card table, a tea table, settees, and portraits.  To five-year-old Martha, the new home was a palace.

Since the locale and climate of Charles Town allowed a twice-yearly harvest, vegetables and many exotic trees—peach, apricot, mulberry, walnut, chestnut, fig, bitter orange, and pomegranate—flourished. British gardener John Watson was employed to cultivate the new Laurens acres into a charming botanical cornucopia. Henry and Eleanor wanted the kind of beautifully laid out English garden that was rare in the colonies, a display of the useful and ornamental plants that Carolina produced or that Henry could import.  In that sense, landscaping was a more overt statement of the Laurenses’ affluence and sophistication than the house itself.  Neighbors like Eliza Pinckney, who also prided herself on gardening, noted that “only 2 squares from her house, the rich merchant HL was filling his extensive grounds with every rare plant and shrub his numerous connections enabled him to collect.”  Little sisters Nelly and Patsy and their numerous cousins could fashion snapdragon dolls and chant the evocative flower names “foxglove,” “sweet alyssum,” and “periwinkle” as their mother instructed.

Philadelphia garden historian John Bartram, named royal botanist by the king in 1756, came for a visit the year after the Laurenses moved in.  He noted a remarkable “grape vine 7 ½ inches in circumference” at the new home of “Col Laurance [sic] in Charles Town.”  It “bore 216 clusters of grapes, one almost 11 in. long and over 16” in circumference, the grapes large “and as close set in the bunch as they could possibly grow.”  In addition, he admired “a fine young olive tree 15 ft. high, luxuriant.”  By contrast with this luxuriant green, Charleston streets were deep and dusty at a child’s eye level.  Laid out in regular, unpaved, and widely spaced design to allow breezes to reach the building from all sides, the soft sand made its choking way into noses and eyelids.  Narrow paths at each side would one day become sidewalks, but not yet.

The following are some paintings of Mepkin as done by Charles Fraser in Charleston Sketchbook, 1796-1806 (descriptions also from said book):

“Mepkin, the Seat of Henry Laurens, Esq.”

Mepkin was among the several tracts of land granted at the very commencement of the Colony to the three sons of Sir John Colleton, one of the eight Lords Proprietors.  It comprised 3,000 acres and lay nearly opposite Mepshew (now Pimlico), another grant of the three brothers.

John Colleton of the County of Middlesex, England, sold Mepkin in 1762 to Henry Laurens.  Vital affairs of the Colony, of the Revolution, and of the new state, all had a hearing there.  After the destruction of the house during the Revolution Henry Laurens built the one that is shown in the sketch, and in which Henry Laurens, Jr., was living.  As the latter had married a daughter of John Rutledge, Fraser was again among relatives, seeing familiarly a scene where history was made.

“Another View of Mepkin, May, 1803″

“A View on Mepkin”

The Avenue at Mepkin leads from the road along wooded ravines to the bluff close by the river, overlooking the rice-fields and the winding stream.  There stood the house of Henry Laurens.  Mepkin had great natural beauties, and throughout his life Henry Laurens had added to these by continuous attention to the possibilities of agriculture in South Carolina.

The following is “The House of Henry Laurens (1763-1914)”, a pencil drawing done by Alice R. H. Smith in 1911:

None of the buildings remain standing today, but you can visit the streets where the St. Michael’s Alley and Ansonborough properties once stood in Charleston, SC, and you can visit Mepkin Abbey (previously Mepkin Plantation) in Moncks Corner, SC.

Feisty Little Hobbit

Summary: You’re Bilbo’s little sister, but you are the exact opposite.

Chapter Summary: You are asked to join a quest.

Notes: I’m going to be continuing from my other one-shot and I’m going to try to make other stories too. Have fun! Also no pairings just yet.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4  MASTER LIST

“Bringing along one hobbit is reckless enough, but two? That’s absolutely ridiculous. Plus one of them is a woman. She has no place amongst us,” Thorin says, making you scoff.

After the unwelcome dwarves had welcomed the leader of the unwelcomed Company, you decided you had had enough. Before you could insult every single person in your home, you made your way to your room, but you left your door open so you could listen in on these silly conversations.

“We should bring her in here to talk about it. She can handle a weapon. She stole yours to prove it and she’s very feisty. She’d be a great asset to our company, Uncle,” Fili states.

You don’t know how, but you know that it is his voice that is speaking.

“Very well. Master Burglar, would you please get your sister. It seems that I will not get rest if I do not at least speak to her,” Thorin says and after hearing Biblo agree, you hear footsteps coming to your room.

You feign sleep, but you know it’s not going to work. Not with your big brother.

“I know you’re awake y/n. You cannot fool me no matter how hard you try,” he says and you sigh, sitting up.

“I’m not going to speak with those silly dwarves,” you say stubbornly. “They won’t rest until they get an answer. Just hear them out and then turn them down,” he says. You sigh and stand, following him back to the dining room.

The company turns towards you, but your attention is turned toward Thorin.

“How can I help you, your majesty?” you ask sarcastically, bowing slightly. He sighs and rubs his temples. He’s only met you for five minutes, but you were already becoming a pain in his royal ass.

“My nephews want you to join us on our quest,” he states.

“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo asks, coming to stand next to you in the now crowded area.

“Let us have a little more light,” Gandalf says and Biblo moves away to grab another candle. You move to stand on the other side of Gandalf and next to Dwalin.

Gandalf brings out a map and explains the purpose of the unexpected party.

“I do not understand why Bilbo or myself will be needed,” you say, breaking the silence that has ensued after Gandalf’s explanation.

“Bilbo, and yourself if you decide to come, will acquire a gem inside of the mountain. A gem that proves that Thorin is the rightful king under the mountain,” Gandalf explains,”while Smaug is used to the smell of dwarf, he is unaccustomed to that of a hobbit.”

“Bilbo and I will not be going on this absolute suicide mission,” you reply shortly.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Miss Baggins. They are hardly burglar material,” Balin says and that makes you almost want to join the quest. Almost.

“Aye. The wilderness is not a place for gentlefolk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves. Especially a woman,” Dwalin says and you resist the urge to slap his bald head. That comment makes you scoff and Gandalf upset. Before he can say something, you open your mouth.

“And how do I know you’re not women? If I remember correctly, you can’t really tell the difference between a male and female. For all I know, King Thorin could actually be Queen Thorin,” you say and you hear a choking noise from Gloin who had just taken a sip of ale. Thorn is glaring at you again.

“We are all male , thank you very much. Gandalf, I will not be taking these two hobbits with me,” Thorin growls out and Gandalf’s eyebrows furrow.

“You asked me to find the 14th member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There is a lot more to him than any of you know, including himself,” at this, he looks at Bilbo,“If Miss Baggins decides to join as well then it will be a company of 15.”

Thorn looks at Gandalf and nods.

“Very well. Hand them a contract,” he says and Balin stands and holds up two pieces of paper.

” It’s just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth,” he explains, handing one to me and the other to Thorin who shoves it into Bilbo’s chest.

“Funeral arrangements?” Bilbo asks, whimpering. He has always been the soft-hearted one. You read over yours quickly and Bilbo voices what you read.

“Oh, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth total profit if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for injuries including but not limited to laceration, evisceration… incineration?” he asks, looking back at the company and you smile a little. He’s going to faint.

“One coin says that he’ll faint,” you whisper to Dwalin. He looks at you and then your brother. “He doesn’t seem that weak. You got a deal,” he says, holding out his hand. You shake it earning a small smile from Thorin.

“Aye, he’ll your flesh off in the blink of an eye,” Bofur states. Bilbo chokes and goes back into the hall.

“You alright there, laddie?” Balin asks.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I need. I need air,” Biblo says again and you give him another 40 seconds.

“Think furnace with wings. Flash of light, searing pain and puff. You’re nothing, but a pile of ash,” Bofur explains, yet again and you laugh quietly.

Bilbo straightens and looks at you and looks back ahead. “Nope,” he mutters before promptly fainting into your arms.

“Aye. How did you get there so quickly lassie?” Bofur asks as you gently lay him on the ground.

“I’m his sister. I know everything about him and you, Master Dwalin, owe me a coin,” you say smugly as Gandalf scolds Bofur.

It was decided then that you were going to be a part of this company whether Bilbo joined you or not.

PSG Roundtable #8: Altars & Shrines for Non-theistic Purposes

Want to make an altar or shrine to a principle, concept, or impersonal subject that isn’t a ‘conventional’ deity, complete with names and symbols and pre-defined rituals?

First, you need to know what its purpose is.  There’s no clear delineation and they often get combined in contemporary practice, but generally speaking, a shrine is a space for devotional offerings, meditation, and/or self-reflection whereas an altar tends to be more of a practical workspace.  Both shrines and altars act as a space in which you interact with the immaterial in some way.  They’re liminal.

Please note that everything I say here is opinion, and I invite you to accept or reject what you will according to your own beliefs, needs, and desires.  I’ll be using my devotion to Death as an example, but you should be able to extrapolate for the universe, moon, sun, nature, etc.  I’m going to stick to the word “altar” for simplicity’s sake.

  • What is your altar dedicated to?

Be as specific as possible.  This helps you know exactly what you’re wanting to deal with.

Ex: Death.  What part of death?  The whole cycle of life-death-rebirth?  Death as the ultimate symbol of transformation and impermanence?  For me, death is the greatest power, and I have an obsession with the concept of entropy.  (Asimov’s “The Last Question” and Arthur C. Clarke’s “The Nine Billion Names of God” are two of my favorite short stories.)  It is the concept by which we define our very nature and how we understand our existence, the source of our greatest fears and anxieties as a mortal species, and the one truly unifying experience for all humans.  And a lot more besides, but I could go on all day about death so I’ll stop here.

  • How do you want to engage with this concept/abstract?

Some common ideas:

  1. Reflection, meditation
  2. Devotionals, worship
  3. Spellcrafting and magic

How do you normally do your meditation or magic?  How can the materials, timing, and other components be adapted?

  • What associations and visuals do you have for this concept?

Consider all the senses: scents, tastes, textures, fabrics, sounds, colors, stones, herbs, numbers, symbols, words and phrases, music notes and songs, emotions, aspects of nature, etc.  Make lists.  Hell, make aesthetic posts.  These will help you choose what kinds of objects, tools, and materials to put on your altar to best facilitate the kind of meaningful experience you’re looking for. 

(Make sure you’re not appropriating anything from a closed or initiatory tradition.  There are usually about a hundred thousand alternatives for everything, so don’t go taking sacred things out of their proper context and using them in ways they weren’t intended to be used.)

Ex: my personal associations for death include black, white, and silver; camphor, menthol, the smell of wet dirt; quiet chill, both damp and dry; grief, dissociation, sarcasm and morbid humor, relief, freedom, truth, rebellion, empowerment, justice, existentialism; the numbers two, three, and seven; obsidian, jet; Southern Gothic folk rock (Jen Titus’ cover of the American folk classic “O Death,” anyone?); black mirrors, slim dark-handled knives, scalpels; images of space; “evanescent” (the SAT word, not the band), “fate,” “tradition,” “stories,” “power”; bleached bones, blood both old and fresh, winter, corvids, silhouettes of bare trees, white bedsheets, gauzy curtains, empty hospital beds, abandoned houses, sexuality, dried flowers, candles burning either singly or in the hundreds.  See, as silly as aesthetic posts can be, they really can be useful.

Now look at your own lists and see what underlying trends and themes there are.  For me, I see impermanence and unadorned realism.  (I left out the more graphic and triggering associations I have with death because I don’t want to distract from the purpose of this post.)  Someone making a list for the sun, on the other hand, may find ‘strength’ or ‘optimism’ is a common theme in their associations.  I find that understanding the themes in your associations helps you understand your own relationship with the concept itself and why you might feel drawn to it so strongly.  It may also help you choose in which direction you want to take your engagement with it.

  • Setting up the altar.

Do what you would do for a conventional altar: cleanse the space (or container, if you’re making your altar in a box, cupboard, drawer, or something similar) and everything you’ll be using on it.  If you don’t have a tradition that comes with a prescription for setting up an altar, you can look up how to cleanse and consecrate altar items in any number of ways and choose the method that’s most appropriate for you.  I do recommend using methods that reflect back to your concept.  For example, salt, as an agent for drying, preserving, and purifying, would be appropriate for death, as would frankincense, which in a multitude of cultures is a required component of funerals.  For something dedicated to the universe as a whole, I would probably incorporate sound into the cleansing, as sound is a wavelength and much of what we know about our universe (sound waves, radiation waves, gravitational fields, matter itself, etc) is based on those principles.

Ex: My altar is dedicated to death in the impersonal, entropic sense.  This means that anything personal goes to a different space set aside for my beloved dead and ancestors; this altar is for the vast, inhuman concept of “the end” that can be so oppressively terrifying or incredibly freeing.  The setup is based on a visual that came during a meditation: the altar cloth is black with a ring of alternating smooth and rough obsidian stones (which betrays my bias as an Irish polytheist) around a circular mirror in the center.  A small sphere of obsidian sits in the center of the mirror.  A black pillar candle stands tall behind it all.  The setup is designed to facilitate my journeyings by creating a symbolically liminal space represented by the ring, made of stones that naturally draw in power rather than reflect it.  The drawing in reflects my journeying technique as well as how I connect with the greater, impersonal energy of death and darkness and all those cheerful things, especially when I hold the obsidian sphere, so it works for me.  If I were doing ancestor or spiritwork I would probably use more white, which recalls a different aspect of “death” than black does to me.

The “nature worship” tag has additional commentary on non-theistic practices.

- mountain hound  

So, Hound covered more of the altar stuff. I’ll add my thoughts on shrines. for ease of reading, I’ll mimic the format starting with

  • What is your Shrine dedicated to?

I find a shrine is much more free form than an altar due to its fundamentally different nature. Whereas an altar is used for practice in spellcraft or meditation a shrine, in my opinion, is about devotion connection in a way that is different than an altar is used for. As such, while I see altars as something that needs to be more specific (as Hound mentioned above), I find shrines do not need to be so specific. For example, my shrine is to Nature, in all its forms. I do not emphasize more the harsh wilds or the tame fields but all its forms under the complete object. If you wish to emphasize one or the other, you can, I just do not find it as necessary to do as with an altar. 

My reasoning for such is (and feel free to disagree) an altar is used more in a practical sense for spellcraft and meditation and other uses that are generally to garner a result. As such being as specific as possible is advantageous as it leaves less room for error.  A shrine, however, is used for more abstract things such as offerings, self-reflection, etc. which are generally things that are not (though can be) used to garner some sort of result. For example, I will leave offerings at my shrine more as an act of devotion with no end goal as opposed to an offering I may give a spirit when requesting its services (which is a good example of an offering to garner some sort of result).

The rest of the points are very eloquently put and can be easily applied to both altars and shrines; the primary difference is the function of active vs passive respectively and how narrow and broad the scope respectively.


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Flame Communication: Ancestors and Deities

Introduction to Flame Communication

Flame communication is a form of conversing with deities or the dead. I usually consider it as a safer version of the ouija board, as you are not actively touching the communication material, and also because you’re not contacting strangers. When I communicate via flame, I talk to deities I know well (like Gaia) and any of my dead ancestors, especially my great grandparents.

How to Communicate Via Flame

You’ll need:

A surface that is not directly flammable (I use a plastic folder on top of my desk, but if you have anything completely fire proof then use it e.g. a thick plastic chopping board)

A candle that can stand on its own and a fire source like a match or lighter


Banish any unwanted spirits.

Light the candle on your fire proof surface, and cast a spell with the intention that only the person/deity you intend on talking to can enter the room.

Say, out loud or in your head:

“My name is [your name (use a name that your ancestors/deities are used to. If you have a new name, introduce it during the talk)]. I would like to talk to [deity’s/ancestor’s name], if you would like to and have the time. Please give me a flicker to let me know you’re here and willing to speak with me”.

If the flame flickers, the deity/ancestor is willing to speak with you. If the flame is still, they don’t want to speak to you at this current time. Try leaving them an offering, or come back to it another time. It might be worth considering that you might have offended them or made them mad at you, in which case you should probably express your gratitude for them and leave them an apology offering.

After your flame flickers, greet the deity/ancestor in a pleasant manner. Then, you may start talking properly with them, mostly in yes or no questions as that’s how flame communication works. A still flame means no or a negative response, a gentle flicker means yes or a positive response, and a really active flame means HELL YES, or an extremely happy and passionate response. Sometimes, the deity/ancestor will not know how to answer the question, so the flame may get lower or higher if they are confused or cannot answer with a simple yes or no. You might need to explain some words to your deity/ancestor to get them to understand.

When you are ready to close the session, say in your head or out loud:

“I would like to close this session now. I thank you for the time you have spent conversing with me”.

If the flame flickers, they are okay with you leaving the conversation. If the flame is still, just remind them why you need to leave and continue.


“Goodbye [deity/ancestor’s name], and thank you for your time. [Add any personal messages here]. On the count of three, I will blow this candle out”.

Count to three slowly, then blow the candle out in one go. Put your candle back where you usually keep it.

Advice For Candle Communication

Use different coloured candles for different deities/ancestors. I use orange for Gaia and blue for my great grandparents, usually.

If an ancestor/deity is point blank refusing to talk to you even when you’ve left them lavish offerings and worshipped them, give them one last chance to participate in talking to you. If they truly aren’t interested, say out loud that you have received their message and won’t try to talk to them again.

This might be hard, but this was the case once I came out as transgender to my deceased grandad from my mum’s side of the family. To be honest though, I did find it kinda upsetting, when someone who had seen me grow up this way every day since he died, rejected me. But then again, that’s just how life works and I have moved on.

If your deity/ancestor is too demanding and asks too much of you, you must say so. Some aren’t even aware that they’re pushing you too much, and would want to know if they were affecting you negatively in any way. If after talking to them about it, they are still too demanding and don’t seem to care, you may need to tell them to cut contact with you. Again, this may be hard, but your wellbeing is overall more important than satisfying their every need and want. You need to take time for yourself too.

Goodbye and blessed be!

BloodLust - I

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Genre: Drama/Supernatural

Word Count: 2155

Warnings: Mentions of blood

The stories you heard could never have captured the breathtakingly elegant and magnificent nature of the mansion. It was built of smooth grey stone, chipped, cracked and stained black due to years of weathering. In each corner were cylindrical turrets, extending over the slanted roof, forming a sharp, cone-shaped point. Ivy scaled the damaged walls of the ancient structure, covering the bottom half with its evergreen leaves and shielding the lower windows from the light of day.

You stood by the gate with your fingers tightly wound around the iron bars, gazing in awe at the tremendous structure. The setting sun dipped behind the picturesque house, casting an iridescent glow along the edges of the stone. Eventually, you stopped gawking at the grandeur of the miniature castle and focused your thoughts on the true reason of your coming.

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as the light waned, the sound of the rain pattering against the windows was the only thing filling the silence of the loft. the shadows had gone dark navy and magnus was lost in them in the study, leaning over his potions that were brewing for the next day making sure everything was in order. his glass of wine was discarded on his desk, the last remnants of a dinner shared an hour earlier, the two of them sitting thigh to thigh on the couch as they fed each other and talked in the warm candle light of the loft.

after they were done eating they had broken away, but not after a few long kisses, alec’s mouth warm and his tongue thick with the taste of wine, magnus’s fingers dragging over his thigh. there had been work to finish though, for both of them. magnus’s potions needed tending to and before he did that, he had phonecalls to make, needing to set up a meeting with a few of the high warlocks of the area. alec had been grumbling about his reports and needing to check up on a few things at the institute and it was clear that both of them wanted the day to be over, but they broke off anyway, but not before alec pressed his face into magnus’s neck for a few minutes, kissing at it in a way that was just distantly hungry.

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