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🥄Spoonie Devotional Tips🥄

I’m sure a lot of us have had days where we’ve wanted to make an offering or spend devotional time with our gods but couldn’t find the time or energy. I’ve been getting a lot of asks lately on ways to honor your gods when your spoons are running low so I thought I would share some of my favorite tips. I hope this helps at least a little bit! As always links are in italics.✨🥄

  • This may seem pretty obvious but praying is a great option. I do this fairly frequently when I’m bed ridden, it’s a good time to talk to the gods and tell them of your love and devotion for them. Or you could just tell them a cool story you think they’d like, however praying works for you.
  • Audio books are amazing! You can find readings of so many mythology books on youtube. Alternatively, if you have the energy you can read a book about your religion/gods!
  • Light an incense or scented/colored candle that reminds you of your god. If your god loves oranges light an orange candle and when it’s lit keep it as an offering to your god. Plus then you get to smell lovely things.
  • Hang a sigil or rune that reminds you of your god next to your bed, if you’re a secret witch you can slide it in your pillow case or in a drawer! It’s something small you can have out as an offering but it’s also good to pray too or make you feel a little witchy. You can also just have some spoonie sigils out!
  • If you haven’t already make a playlist of songs that remind you of your gods or ones they might like! Or you could just listen to one album or artist that makes you feel this way, whatever floats your boat really.
    • If you’re curious I have a few for the Norse gods I’m closest too but it’s all pretty much UPG. Thor. Odin. Frigg. Freyja. Freyr. Hel. I’ll probably start ones for Sif and Skadi soon!
  • Movies! This is more pop culture than anything but I find it can help. When I’m wanting to worship Hel for instance I’ll watch Corpse Bride, Book of Life, or something along those lines. It’s all pretty much upg, whatever you think your god would enjoy!
  • Other things you can try are doing your best to take care of yourself by hydrating and eating a snack! I’m not sure if every god would be completely down with this but those I worship tend to appreciate self care so take care of yourself as a way to honor your gods. For instance if I want to worship Hel I like apples because they’re fruit I relate to our Lady of the Dead .
  • If you like tea or coffee have a cup with flavors that remind you of them! Another example with Hel, I like to use chocolate creamer in my coffee or stronger black teas usually mixed with vanilla, chai, or lavender! Whatever you think is best!
  • (Back in Overwatch’s glory days, the agents are standing around a broken coffee machine)
  • Gabriel Reyes: Who broke it?
  • (Everyone looks nervous.)
  • Gabriel Reyes: I’m not mad. I just wanna know.
  • Jack Morrison: I did. I broke it.
  • Gabriel Reyes: No, no you didn’t. Lena?
  • Tracer: No, don’t look at me! ...Look at Genji.
  • Genji: What? I didn’t break it.
  • Tracer: That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Genji: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
  • Tracer: Suspicious.
  • Genji: No, it’s not!
  • McCree: If it matters, probably not, but Winston was the last one to use it.
  • Winston: Liar, I don’t even drink that crap!
  • McCree: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Winston: I like the chocolate creamer to drink with my peanut butter sandwiches. Everyone knows that, Jesse!
  • Jack Morrison: Okay, let’s not fight, I broke it. Let me pay for it, Gabe.
  • Gabriel Reyes: No. Who broke it?
  • Genji: ...Gabe? Torbjörn’s been awfully quiet.
  • Torbjörn: Really?! Really?!
  • Genji: Yeah, really!
  • Torbjörn: Oh my God!
  • (everyone starts arguing)
  • Gabriel Reyes: (To the camera while everyone argues) I broke it. I burned my hand on it so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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004, Niall

Somedays it’s bad. You lay in the bed well past waking, the covers pulled up around your neck and your face pushed into the pillow. You wonder if you could suffocate yourself this way and try to dismiss the thought as soon as it surfaces. You wonder why he’s still in the bed next to you, breathing harsh and mouth agape in his sleep. How does he stay every night, knowing what he’s going to wake up next to? How does his body curl into yours so innocently, his own so warm and pliant, the skin smooth over lean muscle and bone? How can he bear his fingers sinking into you, dimpling skin scarred with stretch marks and plush enough underneath that not a single person has never compared you to a pillow?

How often do you want to rip off that outer layer, like a bulky, ugly, hot winter jacket and beg the answer- why? Why does he think it so lovely when you can barely look at yourself some days?

Sometimes Niall wakes with you, and he lays there in the bed quietly. He doesn’t always know what to say, or what you need to hear. His hands work their way under your cocoon of covers, under your nightshirt, to thumb at the little rolls in your back. It’s an absent gesture. You always think it’s more to comfort himself than you. He doesn’t stop even when you cringe like he’s plunged his fingertips into an open wound instead. His fingers are callused from playing guitar and they catch in your soft skin; you will never not shiver when he touches you long enough.

Sometimes, he nuzzles his head into the space between your cheek and the pillow, says, “Mornin’, babe,” and he rolls out of bed after kissing your temple.

You tell yourself on these mornings, maybe he won’t come back.

That’s stupid, though, isn’t it? This is his house, anyway.

But he does come back. When it’s warm, he brings you iced green tea with whole mandarin pieces dropped in and a tiny tea spoon to fish them out. When it’s cold, there’s steaming hot chocolate, mixed with hazelnut creamer and two huge marshmallows on top. He plays around on his phone and forces his feet under the covers to rub them against your legs until you’re brave enough to wriggle up out of your nest and fit yourself under the arm suddenly waiting stretched out for you.

This morning, it’s cold; through the parted curtains the sky is mottled white and gray and snow falls, collecting in a glittering blanket along the ground.  You press into Niall’s side, cold from something other than the weather, and he cups your hand around the mug of hot chocolate he’d made you.  His toes are chilly against your bare legs and he absently scratches at your skin with the biggest one.  

“Mum says she’s sending you a sweater,” he comments, the words briefly muffled when his lips touch your hair.  Niall ignores the way you shrink down, hiding your face with the mug.

“She doesn’t have to do that.”  It warms you up a little on the inside anyway and you force out the idle thought she might not know what size you wear, might guess too small, or worse, too big.  Niall will have told her, you remind yourself.

“Nah, she wants to,” he shrugs, hand rubbing idly on your shoulder where his arm’s still curled around you.  His eyes are still on his phone, as he texts one handed.  "Says she loves you.“

You press your eyes shut.  Maura is ridiculously lovely and the ease with which she’d taken to you that first time you met her… You were terrified for many reasons, but she’d hugged you like a long missed friend and sat you down at a dinner of something traditionally Irish and that was that.  "Tell her I love her too.”

Presumably Niall does just that before setting his phone aside on the nightstand.  Then he’s curling into you, warm in his tee and sweatpants now, feet no longer icy on your skin.  His lips touch the corner of your mouth before you can hide it in your hot chocolate and when you don’t pull away his lips cover yours.  You indulge yourself this time, thinking of his mouth as he kisses you, his lips thin and pink, skin softened by the sips he’d taken of the cocoa he made you and they press so perfectly to yours.  You clutch the mug between your hands, your eyes shut, eventually sighing softly into the gesture.

“We gettin’ out of bed today?” he wonders quietly, when he finally pulls away, his eyes firmly on yours.

You chew your bottom lip, eyes slipping away.  There’ve been other days spent in bed, where Niall lay quietly beside you, leaving only for little things he needed to do; other times where he kissed and touched and made love to you until you were both dizzy and giddy and boneless in each others arms.  Outside the snow is still falling in lazy, fat white flakes and Niall is waiting patiently beside you, though not without picking idly at his pants.

“Yeah… yeah, we’re getting out of bed today,” you finally say and you don’t feel brave or accomplished, still worry he’ll get tired of asking that on the bad days, still worry he’ll get tired of you in general.

The smile that breaks out across his face is enough sunshine you’re sure it could melt the glimmering whiteness outside, and he’s no longer patient, almost wiggling in place as he swings his legs over the side of the bed.  He stops though, leans back in to wrap his huge hand around the side of your face so he can pull you to him for a chaste kiss to the opposite cheek.  "Proud of ya, babe, always.  Fer everyt'ing.“

You can’t say a word, your throat tight.

He grins then, carefully letting you go so he doesn’t make you spill your drink in the bed.

"Now, s'it too early fer fajitas?”

psychedelic-habanero  asked:

Hi! I'm new in veganism. What should I eat instead of milk?

There are many alternatives to dairy milk such as almond milk, oat milk, hemp milksoy milk, rice milk, and coconut milk. You can buy chocolate milk, coffee creamer, butter, cheese, cream cheesemayonnaise, sour cream, yogurt, ice cream and more. I suggest checking out this vegan starter kit, my vegan resource masterpost and Vegan Outreach’s substitute guide. Below are round ups for making your own dairy alternatives, along with a couple other related round ups. I hope this helps some!

Standing Still (part one) - Despite his better judgement, Kurt signs up for an online dating website and is surprised to find he’s a pretty popular potential love interest. But amidst the six-packs and shirtless profile pictures, he gets a message from a boy name Blaine. A shy, mysterious boy, who Kurt finds himself inexplicably drawn to. But Blaine has a secret, one he’s not sure if he wants Kurt to know. 

1909 words. 

He’s not sure why he does it. Maybe it’s the pressure Rachel’s been putting on him to find a boyfriend. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s the only single one on karaoke night, the awkward fifth, seventh, ninth wheel. Maybe it’s because he’s lonely and the nights get long, and the other side of his bed is starting to feel strangely empty. 

Whatever the reason, it doesn’t change the fact that it’s one in the morning on a Wednesday night, and Kurt Hummel has just completed an online dating profile. He uploads a picture of himself sitting at his desk in the Vogue office, to show he’s committed to work, one of him smiling at the bar with Rachel, to show he likes to have a good time, and one someone took during a NYADA performance, just because he looks really damn good. 

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Anonymous said:Prompt: Why bill and dipper are banned from every Starbucks

Updates list of places Billdip are banned from: The grocery store, amusement parks, Starbucks.

Dipper really should have known better.  Bill was a demon of habit- he liked things a certain way, so suggesting trying out starbucks instead of Greasy’s for coffee one cold morning wasn’t the brightest idea. Dipper was happy with their selection of carmel flavored coffees- Bill was less so with their chocolate selection.  "I don’t want hot chocolate, I want coffee with chocolate in it.“ Dipper fidgeted by his side.  "I am sorry we don’t have…” “Yes you’ve said that, but I want coffee, and also chocolate.” Dipper groaned, putting a hand on Bill’s arm.  "Just give him straight coffee, little cream, and as much chocolate as you can without getting into trouble.“ The young woman gave them a look- one that Bill didn’t like much.  "I should ask my supervisor…” Dipper offered her a smile and nodded as she vanished into the back.  It was too early for this, even with his coffee.  "Bill you’re being difficult.  Cut her some slack- she has rules to follow.“ "Pine Tree, how hard is it to make chocolate coffee?!  They sell creamer for it, Greasy’s does it!  Why do they have your carmel drink but can’t make a simple chocolate coffee?!”  His raised voice was drawing stares.  “Its simply ridiculous.  And why does she have to ask a supervisor to put some chocolate into coffee?  Your suggestion was nothing but helpful to her and she looked at us like we’re insane!” “You ARE insane.”  Dipper muttered, glancing up when the girl came back out with her supervisor.  Bill hadn’t noticed them. “Nightmares.”  Because no one looked at his Pine Tree like that, he had enough of that in school.  "The whole lot of them, they all get nightmares.  Horrible ones.  No triangles for them…“ Someone cleared their throat and DIpper winced.  Bill barely took a breath after noticing them. "Chocolate coffee.  Its not hard, I want chocolate coffee.” “Sir you are harassing my employee, disturbing other costumers, and making… threats.”  Dipper noticed Bill’s eye started to turn gold at the look the manager gave them.  "I am going to have to ask you to leave.“ Dipper gave Bill’s arm a squeeze, sending gentle thoughts through the link.  "Fine.”  Bill growled, allowing Dipper to lead him toward the door.  "I don’t know why you wanted to come here anyway Pine Tree, Greasy’s will actually make our coffees, Susan doesn’t even have to ask what we want.  She even gives them to us on the house most the time!“ "Don’t worry Bill, I don’t think we’re welcome back there anyway.”  He sighed.  Maybe when October hit he could convince Lazy Susan to make pumpkin spice lattes…