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I absolutely love doing casual witchcraft

It’s the little things like:

- being to lazy to get up and shut a door that someone has left open so you whistle for a strong gust of wind and your door slams shut. 🌬

- walking up in the morning and cradling your hot cup of tea or coffee whispering a mantra of “give me your energy goddamnit - I need yo sweet caffeine” ☕️

- friend/family member coming down with a cold you take one look at them and “you look absolutely miserable, sit yo ass down and let me make you a cup of tea” ~ cue casual witchcraft 🤒

- wifi modem is being a weak ass bitch so you place a quartz point on top of it “are you happy now?"📡

- putting up "you don’t see me” or “you don’t want to bother me” glamours up when studying or on public transport. 😎

- pouring magic into the food when cooking so that “_______ always tastes better when you cook it” ~ “I’m just good with spices” 😉

- Torrential rain outside and you didn’t bring an umbrella ~ cue casual witchcraft ~ rain stops for a few minutes while you walk to your car and then starts back up again. ⛈

- enchanting the shit out of your cell phone so the screen never cracks 📱

- painting sigils on your fingernails/toenails so that you’ve always got “spells on you fingers and spells on your toes” that are ready at a moments notice 💅

- warding your laptop against viruses and so no one can hack into it (having a little computer crashing curse waiting for those that try 😈)

- spell bag in the glove compartment of your car so that you never get into a car accident 🚗

~ casual witchcraft ~

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LET’S AGGRESSIVELY ADDRESS A NEW TEA REVIEW!

THAT’S RIGHT. ANGRY “L” IS BACK FOR 2015. WE HAVE A NEW FORMAT TOO. BRACE YOUR FUCKING CAPS LOCK.

–POMEGRANATE MEDLEY–

MERCHANT: TEABERRYS
INGREDIENTS: ROOIBOS, LIME, CRANBERRIES, RASPBERRIES
MULTIPLE STEEPS: NO
CAFFEINATED: NO (I KNOW WHAT A CRIME)
BEST OCCASSIONS: OUTSIDE, CROQUET, SUMMER MID-DAY
STRAINER: FINE MESH, SMALL PARTICLES

FIRST THINGS FIRST, I, THE GREAT TEA MASTER L SUFFERED A MEDICAL CURSE THAT BANS ME FROM HEAVY AND CAFFEINATED TEAS FOR THE PAST 6 MONTHS. I WITHDREW FROM THE WORLD ON A PILGRIMAGE TO FIND THE BEST NON-CAFFEINATED TEAS.

CUE MY UTTER DISDAIN FOR I AM NO TISANE LOVER.

AND ABSOLUTE ABHORRENCE TOWARD ROOIBOS. MY ARCH NEMESIS SINCE I WAS A WEE TEA PRIEST.

BUT THIS GOD FORSAKEN (OR GOD GIFTED?) TEA REDEEMS ROOIBOS.

ON THE SIDE OF A MOUNTAIN RESIDES MY SMALL TOWN (YOU THINK I’M FUCKING SPEAKING ALLEGORY SON? SIT THE FUCK DOWN I LITERALLY LIVE ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF A MOUNTAIN RANGE)…

IN MY TYPICAL TEA HOUSE HOPPING DAYS, I WAS GIFTED THIS SAMPLE FROM TEABERRYS. I LOOKED AT THE CASHIER WITH THE FIRE OF A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS AND SAID–

“eh ok I’ll give it a shot”.

IT SAT IN THE DARK KEEPS OF MY CABINET FOR GODDAMN ETERNITY (4 months) BEFORE I GAVE IT THE -PRIVILEGE- OF GRACING MY TONGUE.

MY EYES PEELED BACK IN SHOCK. DIE HARD ROOIBOS FANS–YOU WILL BE DISAPPOINTED AT ITS LIGHT TASTE. THOSE OF US NOT ENJOYING THE INHERENT TASTE OF ROOIBOS, STEP THE FUCK UP.

THIS SUBTLE JOY HAS YOUR NAME ENGRAVED IN ITS TEA TIN.

DRINK ME FOR I AM THE TASTE OF A DARK SPRING.

DRINK ME FOR PERSEPHONE CRAFTED ME.

THE PERFECT BLEND OF A DARK, PEACEFUL ALCOVE IN AN EARLY DEWY SPRING.

YEAH THAT’S RIGHT. THIS TEA FUCKING SPOKE TO ME OF THE ANCIENTS AND THEIR PRISSY POETIC WAYS.

DRINK THIS YOU VEHEMENT HERBALISTS. YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED.

I REPENT MY DISMAL ROOIBOS WAYS, FOR I HAVE TAINTED MY TONGUE WITH THE TASTE OF UNWORTHY ROOIBOS IN THE PAST.

BUT I BOW TO THIS.

KEYWORDS: SOFT, MILD, SUBTLE, SPRING

MORE TO COME MY AGGRESSIVE TABLE MATES.

»Breaking News« {ncw}

The rest of Harry’s time back from tour didn’t lend to too much awkwardness, or maybe it was the case that it didn’t lend for too much time for him and George to be making out. He had made sure that there had been plenty of time for him and Adelaide to do so. (And so what if they had spent the last few days only to themselves? Harry was going back on tour and George was going to have Adelaide to himself - not that Harry suspected they did anything, but still - so he was taking advantage of the time that they had.)

That didn’t stop him from grabbing George at New Years, taking his face in his hands and kissing him full on the mouth. Partially because he wanted to. Partially because he was proving a point to both himself and George. Partially because he wanted to give Adelaide a show. (He had done this after kissing Adelaide like there was no tomorrow. And hey! He was going off on a ship tomorrow! They might not have been! He didn’t say that, though.)

It still didn’t mean he was entirely okay with it. It didn’t change the fact that he still felt guilty as all hell after kissing George every. single. time. And the shame, good God that was not something he was used to feeling. It hadn’t changed the fact that it was a good feeling to kiss him… in the moment.

Public displays of affection still remained to be sparse as he left - and he definitely couldn’t go kissing George in public - but he did kiss Adelaide as deeply as he thought she would allow and ruffled George’s hair again for posterity’s sake.

Then he had gone back on the second half of his tour, taking Theodore and Gladys with him. They were splitting ways in New York, but it gave him an extra week of time with his family away from both Adelaide and George. (Neither of which neither of them disliked. Theodore was coming around to Adelaide, Harry had noted, that breakfast that they had had together. Or maybe that was just because he’d had the Metropole spike Theo’s tea. Cue softer - and more loose-lipped, God the embarrassing stories about their time as a duo act - Theo. It had been fun, though.)

Then he was back to touring about the United States for the rest of his week and a half, finishing off with a grand performance in Buffalo once again. His letters had been in quicker frequency to Adelaide, no longer having to deal with the pain from a sabotaged stunt, and in much kinder spirits while he wasn’t fighting with that or the opium high/withdrawal.

Two weeks travel time and almost two weeks there. Another month of absence from London… and he’d read about a caper that had happened there while he’d been gone to boot. Figures that he had missed a good case. At least it seemed like Adelaide and Doyle had gotten along.

He’d spent much of his time with his troupe, the lot of them getting into some very expressive games of cards in the downtime between shows. He’d spent a fair bit of time talking to Florrie about this whole… same-sex relationship thing. He had pretended that she hadn’t laughed in his face for a half a minute when he’d told her he was snogging George as well as Adelaide. 

 (“Do you always feel guilty after kissing a lady?” 

“You get used to it, Harry. You don’t feel like you’re the worst, after a time.”

That didn’t really help him now, but. It was pretty much the same thing he’d been thinking. It would get better. Things always did.

He got back after a reoccurring bout of seasickness on the way home, a random flare-up he could have done without. He’d opted to not make out with either one of them and taken to cuddling with them both that night instead. But morning had dawned on his second day back, he’d had a proper bath and good food and coffee and the suite alone as George worked in his own or he and Adelaide went to work, and he’d gotten busy on coming up with new plans for new shows and once again catching up on everything and anything he’d missed. He settled back in quickly enough. He always did.

11:24 am
I am proud to say I have accomplished a lot since I have waken. I am currently having some tea, hoping it will cure me of my cold with some chips to munch on.
I am writing some notes on my debate, almost finished :).
Don’t mind me but I’m just gonna rant for a few seconds.
I hate group projects. I have one partner and she doesn’t do anything. At the end I literally told her what to write and I still had to fix it up. I wish that everyone would work equally in a group project, but NO!
Anyways I hope you guys have good day! :*

anonymous asked:

But Nisha, for the TVD S6 awards, Kat won best actress, Somergraham won for best friendship, Bamon won for both best brotp and new couple, most voted favorite Bonnie scenes we're bamon scenes, same for Damon. Most underrated scene was a Bamon one, and Bonnie won for scene stealer with Damon as the runner up... But that's none of my business *cue frog drinking tea*