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“safe from pain
and truth
and choice
and other poison devils.
see, they don’t give a fuck about you
like I do.”

Thymewitch’s Healing Tea Ritual

Recently I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather mentally, physically, and spiritually so here’s a little ritual I do every time I have a cup of tea thought my day to recharge! This ritual is perfect for beginners, closet witches, low-spoons witches, and those with only a few moments to spare thought their day ♡

*This ritual is not to be used to replace medications or professional help, it is simply an aid

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup of tea (any kind) 
  • your intent

Take your tea and stir counterclockwise (to release anxiety, stress, and negative energy) 

Add a dollop of sugar or artificial sweetener (to sweeten one’s mood and other’s disposition towards oneself)

Stir your tea clockwise (to seal in universal love and well being)

(Optional) Cast a circle

Kneel or sit on the floor facing the direction that best corresponds with your needs

  • North for mental stability, prosperity, money, wealth, a green thumb, oneness with animals, mental strength, grounding, mental protection, nature, rebirth of one’s sense of purpose
  • East for mental power and focus, improved communication skills, easing travel anxiety, honing intellect, increasing abstract thinking, improved teaching, divination, freedom, happiness, new beginnings
  • South for the will to step into action, increased passion and lust, increased energy, purification and rejuvenation of will, physical strength, protection from bodily harm
  • West for emotional strength and understanding, achieving dreams, increased compassion, unconditional love, mending a broken heart or sadness, strengthened psychic ability, spiritual healing, feeling rested, emotional cleansing, astral travel, death of emotional pain

Drink your tea and focus on healing!

Note: Correspondences in this spell are personal. If one or more of them do not feel right, change them to better suit your needs. New ideas are welcomed but I am not looking for your criticism. 

dare :: zach dempsey

word count: 1635

warnings: lil bit of bryce the predator but mostly fluff and :)

a/n: this is my first time writing an imagine for Zach / 13 reasons why so !!!! I love ross butler !!!!!!!!!!!


“Y/N, come and join us!” You glanced over your shoulder, spotting the gang crowed into a circle in the sitting room but more specifically, you spotted Bryce who was waving you over.

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you told Clay you’d be back after a round of whatever they were playing. He nodded, turning to Hannah to continue their conversation and you left to join the rest of your friends.

You ignored Bryce who was insisting you sit beside him but you had very little trust in that boy, so instead you sat in the empty space beside Zach.

But Bryce was a persistent little guy, unused to the dismissal of his efforts from a girl and so he shooed the guy on your other side and seated himself next to you.

You rolled your eyes, relaxing your head back against the sofa to which Zach released a bout of laughter. You smiled, resting your head against Zach’s shoulder as you watched your friends decide on a game.

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Ice Banishment

As we go through the year, we collect negative feelings that mute our vibrations and build resentment. This is an accretion: the slow build up or collecting of layers. Like cholesterol in the heart, this emotional accretion blocks your channels and keeps your power from flowing. Now that we are in a new year, it may be the best time for you to banish that accumulation.

What you will need:
1. A medium sized bowl, preferably glass
2. 3 bay leaves
3. 2 - 3 cups of room temperature water
4. 5 ice cubes
5. Sandalwood incense and/or a white candle (in a safe holder)

Preparation

If it is part of your practice, cast a circle. As you sit with your ingredients before you, centre yourself. Ground yourself in the present moment by focusing on your breath, the sensations of your body, and your connection to the earth.

Casting

Begin by lighting the incense, candle, or both. Make sure the flame is just outside of your reach, as you will be moving your power hand and do not want to accidentally knock it over.

Next, pour the water into the bowl and add the ice cubes. Repeat with firm intent:

The old year sees completion
I rid myself of accretion
Strengthen the new with this one wish
Negativity I banish

With your power hand, stir the water in a counterclockwise direction. Focus on sending negative feeling and emotions down your arm, past your fingers, and into the icy water. Continue stirring until you feel you have released the negativity built up over the last year. Withdraw your hand and drop the bay leaves into the swirling water to seal the banishment.

Allow the water to sit until the ice has melted. Extinguish your incense, candle, or both. Carefully take the bowl and its contents outside and to an area not walked over by others, pour out the water and bay leaves. Repeat the chant:

The old year sees completion
I rid myself of accretion
Strengthen the new with this one wish
Negativity I banish

Notes
Bay leaf: a sacred herb associated with Cerridwen and associated with the element of fire; it is commonly used in banishment spells
Sandalwood: according to lore, sandalwood clears negativity and burning it in the form of incense brings protection and healing
White candle: protection and purity

Dares and Closets (Don’t Mix Well)

Based off a prompt I found on tumblr

Also on my Ao3 account, so no, I did not steal this!

If the prompt owner would like a credit, because I could not find their user, please do contact me! I would love to give credit where it is due for my inspiration of this prompt. If you want me to take it down as well I will do so without complaint.

Langst with a side of truth or dare! Enjoy please!

It was a nice night, calm. No missions for them yet, so it was relaxed. A perfect night for a game Keith guessed. When you put five very bored paladins together, some things happen. Just like this kind of game. Which, Keith really had no clue started honestly. Or who even really thought this was a good idea. A group exercise and a ‘get to know you’ game all in one. All Keith knew, was that was bull, and the game was just strange and humiliating at times. Oh, what was this exact game?

Truth or Dare.

Basically, to Keith’s understanding, the game was ‘do a sexual or humiliating thing, or tell us who you like’. With other things squished in to make it not seem so obvious what information they really wanted. Just stupid random things, whether it was to make you uncomfortable, or make you do or say some plain weird things that would never be spoke of again in any circumstance.

So, it’s what Lance would call Vegas. What happens in the Truth or Dare circle, stays in the circle.

Sitting in together on the floor all the paladins, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, Keith, and finally Lance. Allura and Coran were just idly observing and during their own work or entertainment while they kept an eye on the young adults. And so far, the game was going fine. Random things happened, like Hunk having to give Pidge a piggyback ride. Keith having to run around the whole facility two times. Dodging the occasional paladins who were stalking him to make sure he ran the whole way and not take any short cuts. Shiro had to stand on his head for so long that he almost passed out. And the things that were forced out of people will never be brought up again under any circumstances. Kinks, are shamed and will forever stay in the closet. Speaking of closets.

Keith watched passively as Pidge gave a sly smirk, he knew what the look in her eyes meant, he was wondering just who was going to be humiliated now. Pidge pointed directly at Lance, who grinned widely as the damning words were spoken. Keith thought it was a little odd, but all of the options he’d picked had been dares. All of those dares were done with absolutely no hesitation. It was awe-inspiring, disgusting, and even a little bit impressive. Honestly speaking, unlike Lance, there was no way in hell that Keith would even let his face get within a foot of the bathroom floor, and there was Lance. Got a dare of licking it. And he freaking did it. He was going to get sick. When that did happen, all Keith was going to say was ‘I told you so’. Maybe get him some cold medication after he admitted fault.

“Truth or Dare Lance.” Lance rolled his eyes, giving a mischievous grin of his own.

“I thought you were smart Pidge? Do you eve have to ask me anymore? Dare, come at me bro.” Pidge grinned widely to match Lance’s own smile. Spinning a random pen in her hands, she pointed accusingly at him again.

“Take the person you hate the most, and lock yourself in the nearest broom closet with them for a whole hour.” Keith rolled his eyes, almost ready to get up and start walking to the closet himself. Ready to get it over with as soon as possible, because no matter how Keith thought of Lance. Sitting in a stuffy, dark, broom closet, was a pass time he wouldn’t even do willingly with his favorite person in the world. Though, Lance wasn’t a terrible person to be stuck with. Better than Hunk, seeing as Hunk was a nice guy, but of a much taller and bigger form than Keith. The only thing that stopped Keith from standing up however was Lance. Who’s face remained stiff like stone, but his eyes held panic at first, until it smoothed over to a blank, dull, blue grey. Unlike the usually fun and joke loving light in his eyes. Lance got up stiffly, and started walking across the circle towards Keith, making the red paladin a little unsettled, especially with that blank look in his eyes. Keith shifted, until the tan, Cuban male was nearly in front of him. Keith held his breath.

But Lance just walked right past him, brushed past him like nothing. Not even a glance back. Just walking straight ahead, blue eyes forward, brown hair shifting with the movement and breeze from the vents. His tan skin was barely visible from his tan and gold jacket and jeans. Feet padding away with small thumps until he was so far away no one could see him or hear the soft footfalls. Shiro had tried to call out to him, maybe stop him. But Lance was never one to hesitant or change his mind. So, it was already too late to go after him by the time he disappeared behind the door. The remaining four just sat and stared for a short while, before Hunk cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.

“Um, Shiro. Truth or dare?” His voice was steady, but it was easy to tell that he was distracted by Lance’s sudden disappearance. Just like it was obvious that he wasn’t the only one as Shiro didn’t even respond to the question at first, only giving a soft ‘huh?’ as his name processed in his mind.

It was pretty clear the mood was dead and the game was quickly falling apart with Lance’s sudden disappearance from the main room. Leaving only an off feeling and a strange silence to replace the light fun. No more licking disgusting floors and laughing at the poor bastard who was dared to do it. Not even any stupid jokes that made everyone groan and call Lance annoying. The game was dead and people were beginning to separate and go off on their own for the night as they realized that. Keith however, was still bothered. Knowing that he should probably just ignore it and go to his own residence for the night, he found himself hesitating and contemplating it in his mind. Then briskly walking past his own room and straight to the room of a certain idiotic male. Finding not even a sigh of life in the blue paladin’s room to Keith’s disappointment. The black haired male bit back a sigh and walked out. Checking the various places in the facility.

Nothing in the kitchen. The commonplaces were completely empty and dark, even the library, still nothing. Though, in Keith’s mind the library had been a long shot. After nearly an hour of searching in every place Keith could think of looking he was ready to give up as he checked the main room one last time before walking away. About to give up and guess that the tan male just wanted some alone time for some reason, Keith stopped as he heard a soft noise. Like a snore or a sigh. That definitely wasn’t his. Keith turned on his heel and looked around the hallway. There wasn’t anything here though, nothing really. Except an old broom closet.

Broom closet.

The closest closet to the main room.

Where they were playing before Lance left.

It didn’t sound right to Keith, to even think of that being a possible thing, but, being thorough was a sign of a job well done. And Keith was anything but half-assed with anything he’d ever committed to do. So, against everything he knew about Lance and his stupid joking ways. He opened the broom closet door silently. Eyes widening in surprise as he saw the exact paladin he had been looking for. Lance’s back was against the farthest wall, in the corner. His legs were loosely bent against his chest, propped up by his shoe clad feet. His arms were splayed against his stomach and his head was lulled to the side. His hair falling messily around his head as if he were constantly running his fingers through it. And with further examination, Keith found his eyes to be closed in his sleep. Puffy and red as if he’d been…

Keith didn’t like the mental image of Keith sitting in the dark and crying. He didn’t like to think of that, Lance, sitting here for the full hour as the rest of them sat in the main room together. Falling asleep in the closet. Not dragging anyone with him, when he was supposed to bring the person he hated the most-

Remembering that part of the dare almost made seeing Lance like this so much worse, because Lance never didn’t listen to a dare. And if he brought the person he hated most into the closet with him; and there was only him in the closet. It spoke volumes that just made it even more depressing to think over. Keith could say that he hated the revelation more than seeing the tear tracks on Lance’s cheeks. A hard level of hatred to beat.

Looking over his shoulder, Keith checked the hallway, before looking back at the usually happy and upbeat paladin and reaching in towards him. Looping one of his arms underneath the boy’s legs, and cautiously wedging the other one between Lance’s back and the wall to get a decent hold on him before lifting him up slowly, and pulling his unconscious body out of the small broom closet. Being mindful not to bang the other’s head on the door frame as he silently closed the closet door with his foot after them.

Trying his best not to wake the other up as he leaned the brown-haired male’s head against his shoulder as Keith carried him. Tightening his grip on the male, Keith took small and smooth steps as he headed towards the other’s room. A frown set deeply on his lips as he let his thoughts wander on the way there. He didn’t know how to feel. Or explain how he was feeling. It was like his heart was in his stomach. He was lightheaded and wanted to collapse to the ground and empty out his stomach. Maybe it’s lodge his heart back into place.

But, he wasn’t going to do that. Not now, not while he was carrying Lance at least. After he had put the other male down it might be free game. It was still painful and sad though, even if he wasn’t acting on the feeling. Keith hated the emotion with a passion. He preferred hearing the blue paladin tell some stupid punchline, or a story that made everyone groan and roll their eyes. Even if they were terrible jokes at least it made the blue paladin look like himself. Being depressed and hiding in a closet with self-hatred wasn’t him. Not Lance.

Was it?

Shaking off the thoughts, Keith ignored them. Instead focusing on taking long strides and making it to the blue paladin’s room without hitting the Cuban male’s head or dropping him. Which was a successful feat, until it came to actually getting them in the door. Being as they were both grown ass men, one in a princess hold, trying to get through a small doorway that was very likely not as wide as Lance’s height, even if he was curled up.

Though, Keith wasn’t a quitter, and five minutes later, both males were in Lance’s room after a lot of maneuvering a limp paladin and inching forward without hitting anything, being too loud, or stepping on a stray object in the room. But eventually Keith was able to flop the other male down onto his bed. The covers were still messily sprawled across the bed, so it was easy to pull them over the sleeping male before Keith stepped away to observe Lance once more, before Keith reached down with a gloved hand and rubbed the tear stains from Lance’s red cheeks and puffy eyes. Keith retracted his hand shortly after. Paranoid of the other walking up as Keith turned away and inched out the door again. Pausing only once to look back before he shut the door to leave the other paladin alone in his room.

“You aren’t supposed to cry Lance.”

And Keith walked away.

A Spell for Blessing Others

Sometimes we want to use our craft to help others. Whether we wish to ease their troubles, alleviate their fears, or just wish them well. Here is a simple spell that will allow you to bless individuals or groups.

You will need
1. One large candle
2. Three smaller candles
3. Three colours of thread or cord (yellow, blue, and green)
4. A plate

Preparation
If it is part of your practice, cast a circle. As you sit with your ingredients before you, centre yourself. Ground yourself in the present moment by focusing on your breath, the sensations of your body, and your connection to the earth.

Casting
To begin, set the large candle on the plate. This candle will represent the person or group you are blessing. Next, take the three smaller candles and place them against the sides of the larger candle at equal distance from each other–like the points of a triangle surrounding the centre candle. The first candle will represent wisdom, the second healing, and the third abundance.

Next, take the yellow thread, wrap it about the candles (securing the smaller ones to the large one), and tie it with a knot. Then take the blue thread and secure it around the candles as you did the yellow. Finish with the green thread in the same manner.

Next, light the centre candle and reflect on all the blessings this person/group has brought into your life. Repeat the following aloud and with intent (for the chants insert the person or group’s name along with appropriate pronouns):

[Name] you have brought me
Innumerable blessings
You have filled my life
And I repay this grace

Now, light the three smaller candles and repeat the following with intention and love:

Goddess three
Let this be
From my love
Wisdom above
All other gifts

Goddess three
Let this be
From my heart
This impart
Healing [pronoun]

Goddess three
Let this be
May [pronoun] sense
Abundance
From my wish

Take a slow, deep breath, gathering all your good will, wishes, and hopes for this person/group. Then release the breath, blowing out the candles. Picture the blessing speeding out from the flames to the person/persons.

Notes
Yellow: the colour associated with the element of air and with wisdom
Blue: the colour associated with the element of the water and with healing
Green: the colour associated with the element of earth and with abundance

Keeping Your End of the Bargain

I promised I’d give you all another Dark fic when we reached our next milestone, and I always keep my promises. 

Just a quick warning- this is not fluff. It’s not romance. It’s not a sympathetic portrayal. This man is a manipulator, a good one, and he does what he does to further his own interests. He enjoys control, not company. And, to use Mark’s own words:

He is not here to help you. He is here to use you.

Enjoy.

Originally posted by wrcngchcice


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Spell to dream of past memories

I have created this spell myself after studying how to create them. I hope it may help you a bit!

This spell should bring forth memories and dreams of your past lives.

It should be preformed in the time of the waxing moon, as it is to bring forth memories.

What you will need:

  • A purple candle
  • Salt
  • Bay leaf
  • A bowl of water

First, start by casting a circle. You can do this by taking a small bowl of salt and walking in a circle three times counterclockwise, sprinkling the salt as you go while saying “I cast this circle to create a sacred space, no unwanted energies may enter this place, The circle is now cast! so mote it be!”

When the circle is cast, sit down in the center of it, facing north as you light the purple candle. Meditate for a good few moments and when you feel calm, sprinkle some bay leaf into the bowl of water and say “Goddess of the divine, hear my call. A thousands lives I have lived them all. Give me some memories that come to stay and I will return to you another day. So mote it be!”. When you are done with that, pour salt into the bowl as well while stirring it three time counterclockwise. When you are done, focus your energy and intent into the bowl of salt, water and bay leaf. when you feel it is ready, close the circle and snuff out the candle. then take the bowl outside and pour it into the earth, returning it to the goddess with your intent. Then sleep. Within no time you should be getting dreams and visions of various memories!

Revelatory Tea - Edible Spellcraft

Revelation comes from the Latin word revelare and means to lay bare. It is a drawing back of the curtain and opening the mind to truths about what it means to be human in the world. As humans, we often seek revelations about how we should be in the world. Whether we are seeking meaning and structure in our lives or just what we should do in the next few hours, we seek patterns that reveal truths. This revelatory tea, made from hibiscus and cinnamon, can elevate your thoughts and help you see your way more clearly.

You Will Need

  1. Hibiscus (dried)
  2. Cinnamon (a crushed nib off a cinnamon stick)
  3. Tea cup and saucer
  4. Pen and paper

Preparation
If it is part of your practice, cast a circle. As you sit with your ingredients before you, centre yourself. Ground yourself in the present moment by focusing on your breath, the sensations of your body, and your connection to the earth.  

Casting
Begin by placing a pinch of hibiscus and a smidge of cinnamon in the bottom of a tea cup. Next, set a kettle to boil. When the water has reached a low boil pour the water over the hibiscus and cinnamon and allow it to steep for no less than ten minutes and no more than fifteen.

While waiting for the hibiscus tea to steep, write your question, concern, or dilemma down. You may wish to make notes underneath your question of any key facts, people, or dates that will impact your choices. Then consider the different angles and approaches you could take; what are the potential consequences and what could you gain? Contemplate your question and propose multiple solutions. You may find your mind wanders during this process and that is okay; when you notice your attention has shifted gently draw it back.

After the tea has steeped, hold the cup before you and recite the following three times with intent:

Consider my situation
Give to me a revelation

Drink the tea, allowing your thoughts to settle like the leaves in the cup. Leave a very small amount of liquid in the cup. Then take the cup by the handle in your left hand and give it three swift circles. Be sure to move it in a deocil (sunwise, clockwise) direction. You will see the leaves shift and cling to the cup. Next, invert the cup over the saucer and allow the remaining tea water to run out. Then set the cup before you and look at leaves, opening your mind and imagination to what you see. Look for patterns and images. Perhaps, you see a bell, a bird, a letter, or a number. Record on your paper the images you see and write down what they might represent and how it applies to your situation.

After you have considered these things, set the paper aside and allow the revelation to steep in you like the herb steeped in the water. When the time is right your mind will settle on a way forward and you will be able to proceed.

Example

Potential Images

  • Bell: warning, anticipated news
  • Wand: creative action
  • Bird: forward movement (when flying) or luck (when roosting)
  • Heart: listen to your emotions and relationships
  • Moon: seek wisdom, draw on your strength
  • Serpent: deception, flattery
  • Triangle: change

Notes
Hibiscus: associated with Venus and the feminine; boosts clairvoyance and psychic energy
Cinnamon: associated with Sol, fire, and the masculine; adds sanctification and protection
Reading Tea Leaves: practised in many cultures throughout the world, the symbols can be subjective and should be interpreted through your intuition.

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There for You

@petunia1622 asked:

“Heya!! One shot for BTS finding you crying in an empty dance studio due to a lot of stressed caused by personal issues lately. Thanks. 💖 p.s you’re not an idiot.”

GUYS THIS FABULOUS HUMAN BEING WAS THE ONE WHO MADE ME REALIZE MY ASK BOX WAS FUCKED. THANK YOU. SO . MUCH. 879 Words

Pairing: Best friends! BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Non-idol AU!

Originally posted by meandmyopinionss

You just felt so done with life. Everything was just coming at you and you just felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend was an asshole and decided to break up with you, it just felt like your family was against you – your entire world was falling apart. 

The stress had gotten to you so much, that you ran to the next best place, other than your room – an empty dance studio which one of your friends, Hoseok, owned. 

It had become a primary hangout place for your group after his classes, so he had automatically trust you guys with the passcode to the lock so you could hang out there whenever you wanted.

So that was what you did.

You hung out in the huge, empty whitewashed room, staring at your reflection under the bright lights. Your hair was sticking out in weird places, your cheeks were puffy from crying – but that didn’t stop you from finally kneeling down and letting it all out, your hiccoughs echoing throughout the entire room.

Why couldn’t you be better? What did you do to deserve everything that was coming your way? Your tears fell on your jeans, until you brought your hands up to your face, your cries calming down to hiccoughs.

“Y/N??”

The sudden voice made you gasp, your eyes trailing up to the reflection of the half-open door. There, stood a straw-berry blonde dancer, along with a chocolate-haired teenager. At first, both the males were happy, but then their smiles turned into concerned frowns.

“What happened??? Why are you crying??” Hoseok was the first one to rush over to you and grip your shoulders. 

“Did someone hurt you? I’m calling the rest of the guys– I swear to god, if your boyfriend did something-”

You just immediately burst out into tears again at your friend’s light touch. You couldn’t hold back now – everything was so overwhelming. You might has well have calmed down before talking about it. As Jungkook walked away to call the rest of your group, Hoseok rubbed up and down your arms, trying to get you to calm down.


It didn’t take much time for the rest of the boys to get there – Jin even brought some pastries. Your sobbing had stopped after a while, mostly because Taehyung was trying his best to make you laugh. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his antics.

The other boys had gathered in a circle around you, Jimin sitting on your other side whilst you rested your head against Hoseok’s chest. The eldest even started to crack jokes, and that was what finally made you let out a small laugh through your tears.

“Thank you guys…” You mumbled, grabbing a tissue from the box Namjoon was holding.

“Can you tell us what’s wrong now?? Was it your boyfriend??” Your second eldest friend was always the first to assume the worst about him – he hated that guy, after all.

Your breath hitched, but you just couldn’t cry anymore. You had cried too much to even have any tears left. Wiping the moistness away from your cheeks, you took a deep breath before you started to ramble.

“I broke up with him, but then he decided to.. call me names and get angry at me,” You usually wouldn’t have gotten so sad if the insult was something simple. “And then I went home and my mom just found my test and started to scold me for that– I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

You felt broken again, but the boys were trying to pick the pieces up and fit them back together. The dancers’ hugs just became tighter, as the rest of the guys just looked at each other, then back at you.

“Look, tomorrow we shall talk to your boyfriend-” 

“No! Please don’t!” You interrupted, as your orbs snapped towards Namjoon. “Just ignore him.. I don’t want you to hurt him.”

The boys just frowned even more at that. You knew everything would just become worse if your friends did something for you – they practically protected you with their life, and if someone hurt you, they might as well be dead.

As you scanned each of the males, you realized that they wouldn’t listen to you. Even the subtle nod Yoongi was giving Jungkook was noticeable – they were planning something.

“Promise me you won’t hurt him,” You pleaded through red eyes. “Don’t talk to him, or say anything.”

After a few seconds of silence, they all collectively sighed at your request. You pressed your lips into a close-mouthed smile. You assumed that meant that they agreed.

“Good, now why don’t we eat the churros? I’m starving,” The youngest rubbed his hands together, your mouth practically watering.

“First one goes to Y/N! I bought these for her,” Jin scolded, opening up the paper box and placing it in the middle.

You just grinned even more with every second that passed. Even though your life seemed a little screwed up sometimes, you could always rely on your friends to make you feel better. You were so thankful that you got stuck with these guys, no matter how dorky they could be sometimes. 

They were always there for you, and you would always be there for them.

talk to my red & my cherry

ships: isak/even, vilde/eva
rating: teen
word count: 5,234

hi all! so this is something I’ve been working for like, an entire week, and I’m really excited to finally share it with everyone!!

even though we don’t talk i’d really like to shoutout @closetlesbianvilde and @shameforskam - your metas/text posts were a HUGE inspiration for this conversation between Even and Vilde about sexuality. you guys are the best??

also big shouts to @adamparishe, @ravenclawisak & @isakneven for helping me edit and being generally Good humans ♡

i think this might actually turn into a series about Vilde continuing to explore her sexuality, so make sure to follow it on ao3 as well! i’ll be posting about any updates on my blog too.

please please please hit my inbox with thoughts and suggestions!! xx


Even wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten himself into this situation.

It was possible that it started with him attending a single kosegruppa meeting in October for the sole purpose of meeting Isak Valtersen, man of his life. And if that’s what led to him squeezed between Isak, a very drunk Eva and friends, and fifty other people he’d never seen before in his parents’ living room, he figured it was totally worth it. 

But that still didn’t explain how (or if) he’d volunteered his flat for the first kosegruppa pregame post winter break. Was he…still technically in the kosegruppa? Was Isak? It was hard to say. He was certain that they’d passed pregame about ten kilometers back. It was impossible to call the carnage occurring in his living room a pregame. This was a full blown party and he was pretty sure the kosegruppa had nothing to do with it.

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Seven Minutes in Heaven // Ten Chittaphon

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the prompt: can i pls request a fluffy 7 minutes in heaven au with nct’s ten where both of them are rly shy bc ten is absoulute squish

words: 1746

category: fluff

author note: i kinda only made ten shy so sorry bout that. hope you like this one (im still learning how to write kissing scenes so sorry if it’s not up to par with your expectations haha)

- destinee

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Do You Want To Grab A Coffee?

Carry On Countdown Day 1! For @carryon-countdown!

Prompt: Coffeeshop AU (AKA the Soulmates!coffeeshop!AU that no one asked for)


Baz hated soulmates.

You could always spot them when they came in for coffee. Giggling over nothing, one of them ordering both drinks because they just instinctually knew exactly what the other wanted. Their soulmarks proudly on display.

Girls coming in wearing a hoodie too big to be hers, boys reeking of bubblegum perfume. Girls with lipstick smudged on their necks that didn’t match the shade on their lips, boys with matching ‘I’m His’ sweaters.

Soulmate pairs were always filtering in and out, making the whole damn coffeeshop smell like sickly sweet hope, and Baz hated it.

The tiny girl he was serving at the counter wrinkled up her nose, cocking her head side to side.

She finally turned to him. “Okay! So, I’ll have a small butterscotch latte, and she,” she jerked her thumb to a Gigi Hadid doppelgänger leaning against the wall, “will have a mocha cappuccino.”

Baz just jerked his head once. “I’ll have it right out, Trixie.”

“Thanks, Baz,” Trixie chirped in that grating, horrifically squeaky voice she had.

Baz busied himself with their drinks, but he could still overhear Trixie tittering to her soulmate, the one that was far too beautiful to be real. They always came in during the lunch lull, so he was forced to hear them being gross to each other with painful clarity.

God, he hated soulmates.

As he placed the drinks on the counter, and Trixie’s girlfriend glided over to pick them up, his sleeve inched up.

Baz cursed, quickly yanking his black sweater in place. Luckily, the only one that had seen had been Baz himself, but he hated the reminder.

He hated what he saw when his sleeve rode up.

The bare, blank skin where a soul mark should be.

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Coping Spell

We all have days where nothing seems to go right for us. We may feel anxious, stressed out, or like going back to bed, but we know, if we don’t keep moving forward, our tomorrow will be even more stressful. On days like these, we can use a coping spell to help give us the strength to keep moving forward.

What you will need:
1. An apple
2. A brown candle (in a safe holder; may substitute with a white candle)

Preparation

If it is part of your practice, cast a circle. As you sit with your ingredients before you, centre yourself. Ground yourself in the present moment by focusing on your breath, the sensations of your body, and your connection to the earth.

Casting

Light the candle and take a moment to consider it. Brown represents the element of earth, a source of strength and grounding. If other thoughts intrude, allow them to pass unjudged and return your attention to the earth; sink your roots deep into her and draw on her strength.

Hold the apple before you and repeat the following with intention five times:

Grant me strength, that I remain
Grant me healing, ease my pain
Let me not be overwhelmed
Anxiety be expelled

Eat the apple. Pay attention to how it feels in your hand. Look at its colour and sheen. Notice its smell as you bite into it. Hear its crunch. Taste its juice: is it tart or sweet? Eat it with a gratitude for what the earth has given you and be thankful for the endurance and energy she fills you with.

When finished, extinguish the candle and proceed with your day, drawing on this moment when you feel fatigued.

Notes

Brown: associated with the element of earth; used when seeking stability, grounding, and strength
Apple: associated with Venus and the divine feminine; sacred on the Isle of Avalon; strong connections with the soul, love, and healing
Five: in numerology, the number five is associated with the feminine and imparts tomboyish energy and strength

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Located beside an open pasture in Lincoln, Massachusetts, sits this bizarre “ponyhenge.” Since 2010, a number of plastic, wooden, and metal horses have been mysteriously appearing along this country road. It’s unknown who leaves these little trinkets or why, but the family who owns the land has said that they find it “lovely.” Sometimes the horses will be arranged in an obscure fashion, whether all standing in a circle or even sitting around a table having a tea party. It seems as though the mystical collection is expanding almost daily.