I did this lovely little spell with my best friend @playwith-a-witch. If there’s someone in your life who you want to get rid of (this would be great for stalkers), this is the spell for you. It is designed to cause minimal damage to the caster, so don’t be afraid that this is going to come back at you too hard. Happy hexing!
Rosemary, to protect the caster
Chili Peppers, to burn them away
Pine cone, to strengthen the spell
Chamomile, to keep happiness from them
Coffee, to be happy once again
Hibiscus, for potency
Apple seeds, to keep them from your loved ones
Your own spit
Olive oil, to ensure that the spell is long-lasting
Poppet, to represent the offender
Mortar and pestle
Jar with sealable lid
Sigil writing tools
An offering to any spirits/deities that may assist you
Thoroughly paint the inside of your jar black to ensure that the offender can’t bother you any longer. Wait until it dries before you begin the spell.
Make a smol poppet that will represent the offender.
Construct a sigil to basically say fuck you, bitch.
Gather all of the tools you will need to perform the spell.
Invite any deities or spirits of karma to assist you in the spell:
Guardians of the watchtowers, deities and spirits of karma, I invite you into my space to assist me in my spell. Please see that nothing dark, negative, or evil will be apart of it (wink). Make sure this bitch gets what she spit at me.
Put each ingredient, one-by-one, into your mortar and pestle. Think of each meaning and why you are using them. Grind thoroughly.
Draw your pre-made sigil on the poppet, visualizing what it stands for.
Put your poppet in the jar, and pour the ground herbs on top, chanting:
“All your annoyance pesters me,
I command you to back to your activities.
Leave my loved ones and I be,
No longer in my life I’ll see thee.
This is my will, so mote it be.”
Pour olive oil into the jar, covering the herbs and the poppet, then spit in the jar to further the potency of the spell.
Put the lid on the jar and shake till your heart’s content (this is the fun part).
Seal the spell jar with wax.
Thank the spirits and deities of karma for helping you complete your spell and present to them offerings:
Guardians of the watchtowers, deities and spirits of karma, I thank you for assisting me in my spell. I present to you offerings of <insert offering here> as gifts for your efforts. Thank you for assisting me in my time of need. So mote it be.
I decided to record the audio of the spell. It was rough, but there it is below for anyone interested. Thanks to all my lovely mutuals that give me the confidence to continue posting original content! ~H
Am I the only one who’s absolutely loving Shamy this season? And I mean, not that I never not loved Shamy. Cause I always have, but it feels like it’s been forever since they’ve been this much in agreement with each other.
For the most of these last couple of seasons, Sheldon and Amy have been mostly about… Amy pushing Sheldon and Sheldon resisting. And eventually, when he’d bulge and give in then that’s where the feels would kick in. And that was cute and nice, but I’m glad we’re over that.
Season 4 was fantastic not because they were basically the same character but because the writers spent most of their time convincing us that Sheldon could fall for someone. And he did, even if he didn’t admit it until 4 seasons later.
It was about how intellectually compatible they were and even though back then Amy was just a ‘female Sheldon’, it was really fun and interesting to watch.
I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3
Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx
You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.
You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs. You weren’t as strong as the others, you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.
You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.
“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.
“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.
“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.
“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”
“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.
“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”
“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.
“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.
“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.
“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.”
“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.
“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things.
“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.”
Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”
“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.
“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”
“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”
You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.
You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.
You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.
“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.
“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’
“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.
Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.
“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”
“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”
Of course my very first completed digital painting had to be Reylux Trash™ from the Emperor Hux/Empress Rey/Concubine Kylo fic I’m working on with @reyren. To whom, by the way, I owe a huge thank you for helping me out! You’re the coolest
And look for the first chapter of our fic here in a couple of weeks
• taking 30 minutes to wake him up • Hissing at each other • Random vines • long kissing • netflix and chill • passionate sex • desperate for cuddles • him wanting to hold your hand all the time • “y/n do you love me?” • “are you sure?” • “okay good cause I love you too.” • absorbing all his adorableness • hugging 24/7 • pranks on each other • showers together (😏)
And here it is–I double majored in Spanish and Chicana/o Studies graduating Cum Laude from UCLA. 10 years later and I finally have my diploma. Being a mortuary school dropout, to being in community college on and off for six years, losing my grandmother, being in a toxic relationship where I was told I focus too much on my education, and owing almost a grand in fees to UCLA, it’s finally in my hands and I literally cried. It’s so surreal cause I never believed this day would happen. Thank you to everyone who actually supported me on this decade long journey.
Photoshop worked long enough for me to finish this!
These are PopTart monsters! I’m thinking that they would really just be big enough to fit within a PopTart box… but they can also be human/reg monster size too. Depends on the world I guess *shrugs*
But anyway, these are Strawberry (Jade), Brown Cinnamon Sugar (Fitz), and Wild Berry (Ione) flavors… Gosh Berry gave me such a hard time with colors so I did a light purple for the frosting and kept the true color with her hair.
Their anatomy looks pretty typical - they are not skeletons as you can see but they do have their front bottom ribs exposed and a more skeleton like pelvis. Here is the original sketch for the middle one here:
The rest is just like a human’s anatomy. Minus the feet. They have nubs instead cause of how much of their feet crumbs away when they walk around. And head cause…um… frosting and such… Forget that - they just have anatomy of *shrugs*
Yuuri's cheeks are red, Victor's eyes are blue, Yuuri manhandling Victor would be a nice view. Victor's dick is red, glass dildo is blue, I'm so thirsty for chapter twenty two. But please take your time, and sleep a bit too, Cause a happy author makes the juices flow through ♥
because hurting isak is the last thing even wants to do. in fact, it’s the one substantial fear even has - of inflicting hurt or pain on isak in any which way. especially, consciously, when he knows he has. especially, consciously also, when he has to, to not only protect his own heart from breaking, but also isak’s too, in the long term.
of course, even wasn’t to know back then just how much isak would support and love him once the truth came out. but even knew he’d hurt isak by texting him that they should take things slow. and even was himself already hurting then because of what isak had said to him in the locker room, causing him to make that decision to text isak, and hurting futher even more, when he saw isak in the school yard, then in the canteen, because isak was beyond just hurt … isak was numb. because of him. one big cycle of ache beyond measure. because he saw the bright boy who wandered about the 2 of them in every alternative universe, whom even fell in love with, whom even had wanted for so long, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. tired eyes, weak limbs, broken voice. and even knew it was all because of him.
even naturally has this trait he possesses, where, he makes people smile. or, he tries his best to. he does this because he knows what misery looks like. how suffocating and smothering anguish feels like with its hands around your neck. where it fills you like a vessel, until it spills and flows and you’re trying to contain it within somehow and not let it show, but resistance is futile against it.
even knows what misery looks like. he’s worn it plenty of times, but he’s become accustomed to masking it into his own skin. isak hasn’t. and even’s always been one step ahead in studying isak, in reading isak even when he offers no words, but glances, or how his body draws itself in.
so even tries to break the misery on isak’s face. and he succeeds for a second because isak does smile at the mention of cardamom. it takes them both to that window ledge in even’s room, to that kitchen counter and the bedroom floor. and then isak says cardamom and the bubble bursts, because isak’s voice is broken. and his voice sounds foreign to even’s ears, to the voice that told even that “we can do that” [stay in isak’s bedroom forever].
maybe even should just … try to clarify. clear the mudded water. tell isak the honest truth, because he deserves to know. he needs to know. but isak gives him the cold shoulder and walks past him and … even can’t. face to face interaction isn’t gonna work. but even can’t leave isak desolate. all these months and the feelings that have only grown deeper and stronger for even can’t just mean nothing or vanish, because it’s simple: even loves isak too much to let him go, and enough to give him hope that isak isn’t alone in that feeling. that even feels this too.
so he slips a note in the hope that it’d make isak smile, just like he did when he told even how funny he thought even’s sketches were, in a way that appreciated art. the note draws them both right back to the start, when even and isak were first properly alone together at even’s home, and laughed together at a stupid spice. even tells isak he wants that back. he wants them back. he still wants isak. he still wants them. there’s still hope and the flame hasn’t gone out. there’s still faith and the fire hasn’t extinguished. even would like isak to know that in every universe that isak can think of, they both exist together. they’re better together than solemn alone in the state they’re in now, of hurt.
and even though even isn’t there to witness isak smile at the note, that doesn’t err him from hoping that isak feels a little better, because of even, again.
Block my driveway? I'll go ahead and take your vehicles.
Friday night here in the country can get a little crazy sometimes so I
don’t mind when my neighbors cause a ruckus or loud party as long as
its not too crazy. Tonight I’m on call for Virginia State Police towing
rotation which means I’ve got 25 minuets to get to where ever the
As luck would have it, my neighbors are having a party and guess
what’s blocking my driveway? That’s right, about 25-30 cars. I live down
a dirt road at the end of a cul-de-sac, and its pretty narrow. One in
one out type of deal, and with this rain we’ve been having, parking in
the grass/clay/mud is really not the best idea. Even with a 4x4 it can
still get tricky.
I noticed a few cars coming in early this evening and walked over to
my neighbors and made it pretty clear I was on call and as long as they
didn’t block the road or my driveway all would be good. No problems
here. Well I get a call from my boss asking if I can go warm-up the
Rotator and the light duty flatbed (tow trucks). Its about 12:30AM so I
get my boots on and other gear because if I’m up I might as well stay at
the shop and clean a few things to stay busy and make the night move
I get in my car and as I’m backing out of the driveway I notice I’m
blocked in. I don’t mean by one truck, but by nearly 15 different
vehicles. I calmly walk over to my neighbors about a 1/8th mile hike and
as I’m looking for them through the crowd of drunk teenagers, some
idiot wants to know why I’m on his property (he’s not the property
owner, I’ve never seen this classy gentleman)
Finally, I find my neighbor and ask her if she can move the cars,
I’ve got to go to work she says in a normal tone (doesn’t yell over the
music) into the house “whoever’s blocking the driveway next door move
your trucks” then slams the door in my face. I knock again and she
answers with a drunken “oh god this bitch again?” (internally I’m
thinking alright then) I do my best to explain, I’m on call and need to
get out of my driveway to go to work, she comes back sloshing a Natural
Light exclaiming its a party, relax!shuts the door in my face and yells
“fuck that dyke cunt” I smile and as I’m walking away macho man throws a
beer at me and cackles “yeah you best leave, go on, git!”
I get on the phone with dispatch and call for as many trucks as we
have available tonight (about ten) and tell them to come on over, mommas
got some PPI’s (private property impounds) I call police dispatch and
ask if they’d send out a officer Incase things get out of hand and as
soon as he gets to my place, my rigs start rolling up and hooking
vehicles up and taking them to the impound yard. We get down to the last
three vehicles. A yellow civic, gold Silverado and a old F-150
The civic owner bolts to his car and takes off. The Silverado girl
(pretty wasted) gets stuck and starts tearing up my property. Officer
walks over and she throws a fit long story short she gets arrested for
underage drinking and DUI. The Ford owner doesn’t show up.
I get to work after all the impounds and with me I brought coffees
and snacks for my drivers. Tomorrows not a business day which means if
these tools want their cars back, its going to be the regular$289.50
plus two days of storage at $55 a day and a $100 gate fee. I make a note
in every single storage sheet (papers that the vehicle owners get) to
thank the girl who had the party for getting towed. Several of the kids
parents called wanting to know where there cars or trucks were. I gave
them the yard address and told them they can come anytime. As soon as
they started shouting about illegal tows and threatened with lawyers I
showed them pictures of their cars with no parking signs. And explained
that I tried to reason with the owner of the property (me) but she was
tired of being blocked in by drunken teenagers.
There are signs on my road saying no parking, and not to block the
driveway. Don’t piss off a tow truck driver, she’ll legally take your
Being a Hufflepuff and dating Remus Lupin would include
• That everything
would start at the library, of course
see you sitting alone, working hard almost
every day, too shy to make a move
• Him hating himself for that, cursing but quietly cause well, it’s a library
and he’s Remus Lupin
he would hand you a piece of paper while passing by before running
out of the place
• « He
stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun
yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. »
-L.Tolstoy, Anna Karenina.
smile like an idiot for two days at the shaky handwritting
• When seeing him later, you’d do just the same except you would sit right
in front of him
are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the
lights, the light of all lights.»
cheeks getting so red and his smile being bigger than the moon, just him being the cutest person ever
talk all night long about all and nothing, and you’d never leave each
other’s side after that moment
Even after a month of dating he still would not want you to meet his
« Are you ashamed of me Remus ? » « What ?
No ! It’s just… you’re too good for them, you’re too good for
me already. »
Him just not wanting you to get involved in all his Marauder things
Remus seeing it hurt you a bit, and eventually giving in
The boys couldn’t wait to officialy meet you, tired of hearing about
you for way too long
« I swear he wouldn’t stop, ‘Y/N said this’, ‘Y/N did that’, we
started to think you were our girflriend and not his. » « Yup,
Sirius is right, all. day. long. »
He’d put his hands on your ears so you wouldn’t listen to them
Him thinking you were the purest person ever, and he just did not want
to be the person to change that
You would get along with the boys very well, which would make him
Them teasing you about you being a Hufflepuff, calling you
« Moony’s badger » which you knew wasn’t meant to hurt
But Remus wouldn’t like it
He would throw what he had in his hands to their heads, and that
would be chocolate bars
After a few months he would tell you about his « furry little
problem » while on a date in the Astronomy Tower
He’d be SO nervous, definitely scared that you would leave him
You would not
You would tell him that he’s perfect and he’d tell you to shut up
« Make me. »
Passionate kiss, slow kiss, needy kiss
• From that moment you would be 100% honest with each other
That night he would tell you he loved you for the first time, under
He’d take a quick look at the moon that was far from being full,
« just to be sure »
One day a guy would touch your butt while passing by when you were
heading to your common room
Remus pinning him up against the wall before you could say anything
« WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING ?! THAT’S MY
GIRL YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SH- »
He’d be cut off by Sirius holding him back
You thanking him for that, and having your first argument with Remus
At some point he would just hug you tight and tell you he was sorry
it made you feel uncomfortable, but also that he would do it again if
it happened another time
« See, your friends aren’t that bad, you’re the real rebel out
Him rolling his eyes, wrapping you both under his sheets and kissing your forehead
Hearing him talk in his sleep
« Hmm.. I love you.. I wish you were here with me » Making you smile, but he would go on. « I love your taste.. » You’d
stop breathing, blushing so hard. « I’ll never get tired of
you, my dear chocolate.. »
You’d burst out of laughter, waking him up and he would be really
You would just kiss him kindly, wondering what you did to deserve
Note : It
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logan spending time with louise because damn she’s pretty goddamn fun to be around for a nine-year old, lowkey wishing they were the same age and he had met her when he was younger, cause his childhood would’ve been so much more exciting and happy than it is in reality.
logan comin’ to town and making it his life purpose to piss louise off, ditching his friends when they end up being too boring and so what she’s half his age her fucking life is a roller coaster from the beginning of the day to the end.
logan bein’ envious of her family because although they’re poor and can’t afford certain luxuries and they’re so weird he wonders how in the fucking world they have survived for so long, they love each other so much he’s only seen this in movies and wow his family really is shit.
logan putting everybody who dares comment on louise’s bunny ears in their place, because shit, he was that asshole once, but after some time around her, he realised that while she’s this cool kid, she’s a child nonetheless and wow there are so many douches around how in the fucking world???? logan being able to pick exactly what is a sensitive subject for her and changing his ways.
logan standing back with a smaug look on his face whenever louise tears some asshole a new one, because shit, this is funny as hell and this little devil is tolerating him and that’s a pretty darn impressive achievement.
logan letting louise fight her own battles, but taking over when things go out of control.
louise fucking up logan’s ex girlfriend because that lass crossed some lines not even she dares do and just how in the world dared she do and say those things and logan is pretty darn impressive of how many ways the kiddo knows to take revenge in.
louise using logan to get into all these fancy and cool places where only old, mostly rich teenagers can get into and yeah, by the end of the night, the whole place is ruined but logan can’t exactly complain when he’s banned from ever coming back again cause he pretty much had the best time of his life.
logan coming back to the shitty port town, not even bothering to spend time with his family cause they’re absolut shite, and swinging by the old burger place, curious about how louise’s life is going and hoping, desperately wanting deep inside of him for her life not to have ended up in a routine, and he’s just so relieved and grateful when he finds out that shit, she’s still the same out of her mind, unique kid because at least one of them got the life they deserved and wished for.
logan spending most of his time away from college around louise, because through her he’s tasting the freedom he was never allowed and, who in the world he’s kidding, life by her side is never boring.
just give me louise and logan as friends, slowly working their way to best friends, and if possible, when they’re older, as romantic interests.