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Yeyé’s Little Handbook For The Everyday Witchling

Today: Peppers and allspice, when to use each kind

Sunday is when Yeyé visits! Several people asked for more advice, and she was delighted to share her knowledge. Yeye’s health hasn’t been great, and she’s been feeling terribly bored since she can’t walk so much anymore. So getting the chance to write her spells and advice has given her a fun project to work on while she’s bedridden. Thank you all for taking interest! When she saw all those notes in the post of her advice she blushed and got all flustered. It was so cute. We’ll be doing a few weekly specials if it piques people’s interest. Tell us what you think!

So today Yeyé wanted to share with you how we use different kinds of pepper. In Argentina allspice is known as “Jamaican pepper”, so that’s why we’ll be talking about it. I hope you don’t find it too odd lol

I debated with myself whether I should adapt Yeyé’s advice, but I decided to let it as close as possible to her actual words because it would feel wrong to put words in her mouth. However, do remember she’s two/three generations older than most of us here. It means that her practices can sound a little bit archaic (for example for her witchcraft per se was always a women’s art, men are healers, not witches. Also for her “spirit” and “fairy” are synonyms). If you have any questions, we can clarify or provide more info as needed!

Let me translate what she said about peppercorns:

Pepper is a very powerful way to keep away everything we don’t like, to protect, and to spice life up. It’s very interesting, because at the same time it repels bad things, but brings in exciting ones. All kinds of peppers have these two different secrets. It depends on how we combine them with other ingredients what effect we’re gonna make stronger. Pepper keeps away the fairies because it makes them sneeze.

White pepper: is more spicy and stronger. You use white pepper when you want to kick something very bad very far away from your life. And if you want to bring adventure to a very boring life, you use this kind. White pepper protects from the worst dangers. If something really threatening comes, it’ll keep it away. Put a grain of white pepper in each corner of a room to keep Mandinga (an aspect of the devil or also a powerful evil fae in Argentinean folklore) away.

Black pepper: Is the most famous one, right? Green pepper is exactly the same thing. It’s good to banish and to attract things in moderation. Somebody hurt you but you think you’ll be ready to forgive one day? Keep them away for some time with black pepper. Also when your job is boring, a single black pepper grain in your suitcase will make it more exciting. If you’re looking for a new, more fun job, rub a grain against the edges of your curriculum without staining it. Grind black pepper on any kind of food to make yourself stronger and more interesting (that’s a glamour advice, people).

Allspice: this is a very soft kind, and it helps to keep away things that didn’t mean to hurt us but did by accident. For example if you have a fight with your sister, allspice will not let it happen again, but it will not kick her out of your life forever. If you want good spirits to enter your house but bad ones to keep away, you can put allspice in a jar near the window. Bad spirits will munch on it, and since it’s spicy they will run, but good ones are more thoughtful and will only smell it and they can pass. If you are making chocolate cake for the fairies, putting some ground allspice on top of it makes so the bad ones can’t steal it but the good ones can eat.

Pink pepper: this one is the spiciest one. Very hot. You have to be careful or it’ll burn your tongue. Pink pepper is good to keep away bad love. If there is a boy who wants to be your boyfriend and you don’t like him, you keep a grain of pink pepper in your pocket when he comes to talk to you to chase him away. But pink pepper also is really good for when you and your husband are having too much routine and want to change things.

If you want to make a mix of peppers that will keep your life safe but interesting, you can do it like this:

-One part pink pepper

-One part allspice

-Two parts white pepper

-Two parts green pepper

-Five parts black pepper

[She pauses] The parts… should be SMALL.


So that’s about it on pepper. Let us know in the comments or captions if there’s any specific topic you would like to ask Yeyé about next week (I can’t keep track of all the tags, sorry :/ ). We hope this was useful, and she sends a lot of love to all of you! She’s really happy you guys take her advice to heart, and I personally thank all of you for making her feel so loved and welcomed.

We’ll see you soon!

In the Blood : Part One

On FFdotnet and Ao3

I always wanted to write a Sherlolly vampire story.  This one is rated M.

Part One

Normally Molly didn’t mind covering the night shift in the morgue.  She didn’t have to do it very often now that she had some seniority in the department; but “With great power comes great responsibility” and sometimes that meant taking one for the team and agreeing to cover Halloween night so Geoff and Samuel could each take their significant others to a couple of fancy dress parties.

Unfortunately, she’d forgotten to pack anything to eat when she’d left her home that afternoon, and the vending machines in the break room were disappointingly empty.  She spent a few minutes debating whether or not to chance the ham and swiss sandwich that had definitely seen better days and a bag of crisps, or heading back to the lab where she’d left her laptop and seeing if the good curry place up the road was still willing to deliver this close to midnight.  Odds were not in her favour, but the ham sandwich wasn’t likely to go anywhere while she double checked.

Her steps slowed as she approached the lab.  The door was ajar.  She was almost certain she’d closed and locked it when she went to find food.  Hardly anyone came down to the basement this late at night unless there was an emergency or they were looking for something to steal.  She shoved her hand into the pocket of her lab coat in search of her phone, and then cursed under her breath when she realized she’d left it next to her laptop.

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thechemicalfallout  asked:

Hey Im new to lucid dreaming and astral projection but i am really fascinated and interested in both. Have you got any tips for astral projection? What can you do whilst astral projecting? Can you see the real world and can they see you?

Feel free to check our website Astralprojection.club.

There are plenty of tips and articles to get you started. You can do almost anything you can think of while astral projecting, of course keeping in mind that it is a SKILL and some aspects need to be practiced. You can do magic or fly or whatever you can think of. Real is a relative world. Some people consider the inner realms to be real while this physical one is an illusion. I tend to only differentiate them by their physicality or non-physicality. In certain kinds of out-of-body experiences, you can certainly see at the very least a type of reflection of the physical world. Whether or not it will be an exact replica is debatable.

I am from the UK and I was going to say that I am lucky enough to live in a country that has strict gun laws, but that would be a lie.

It is not down to luck. 

Almost 22 years ago on the 13th March 1996 a man killed 16 children, a teacher and injuring 15 others before committing suicide in Dunblane Primary School. 

It was, and still is, the deadliest mass shooting in British history. 

People were obviously outraged by the atrocity and by the next year it was illegal to own handguns (basically any gun not barrell loaded) unless they were of ‘historical importance’ i.e. made before 1919.

Owning a gun legally in the UK is hard. You must get a 5 year licence i.e. a background/capability check (yup it runs out), you must give a valid reason for needing a gun (i.e. the humane slaughter of animals/vermin); self defence is not a valid reason for owning a gun. You must be subjected to an inspection of your home where you have to show police where you are keeping the guns and ammunition, these must be kept in separate locked containers, and if you are needing to move the guns you must show that these containers can be moved whilst the guns are locked away.

Through all of this we have one of the lowest gun homicide rates in the word and last year only 26 people died in a gun related incidents (this includes air rifles and imitation guns), and most of these are from illegally obtained guns. It’s got to the point that if someone does die of a gunshot wound it is on the national news.

This being said we have a healthy National Rifle Association in the UK, but instead of demanding people be allowed to own weapons they teach marksmanship (traditional and modern) and promote shooting sports like clay pigeon shooting, which is very fun and we often have it at village fêtes.

The fact that gun control is still a debate in the US is astounding to me. 

The fact that Sandy Hook was 5 years ago and there is still a debate on whether gun owners should be subjected to background checks is astounding to me.

The fact that someone can get an automatic or semi-automatic weapon and shoot hundreds of innocent people from the 32nd floor of a hotel is astounding to me.

The fact that each year we hear on the news that there has been the ‘deadliest mass shooting in American history’ is astounding to me.

How is this even a conversation?

Call your senators, your representatives at all layers of government, tell them you want stricter gun laws, tell them that this can’t keep happening.

The best thing you can do to honour the victims in Las Vegas is to make sure something like this can never happen again.

Unknown: (grab his nose or boop it?)

Yoosung: What are you d– oh!

definitely boop it

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Park Hyungsik in Singapore

blush | school series 2

characters: you x jihoon

summary: an accumulation of moments with a sweet and easily red jihoon

quote: “you’re mine”

school series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

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[x] - requested by anonymous

He was always nearby. Whether on the opposite side of the street, or a block away, he always had eyes on you. He didn’t know how he had suddenly become so fixated on you, so obsessed with you, but it had taken over his life.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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Here’s my design for Shiro in the Voltron paranormal investigation team AU! Unlike the rest of the team, he can actually see ghosts. (He doesn’t tell Lance that some of them make faces at him while they’re filming episodes of their reality show bwahahahahaha)

You can find paranormal investigators Keith and Pidge here and here!

Hunk and Lance are here!

Allura and Coran are here!

Blue Hair

me: *has 30 requested prompts to write*

also me: *write a random prompt he saw on tumblr* oops

this is cute tho. I got the prompt from this post


“Draco, you’re zoning out again.” Snape was talking to him about the task he was set by the Dark Lord yet again. Frankly, Draco didn’t care. When he was first told about the task he had been frightened and scared, but now didn’t give a shit about anything.

“I don’t care anymore!” He blurted out. Snape looked taken aback by his sudden outburst. “I’m not going to kill dumbledore and I’m not fixing your bloody cabinet anymore!” He stood up and walked toward the door.

“Draco, you must! The Dark Lord ordered it. He’ll kill you if you don’t.” His voice sounded greatly worried.

“The war will kill me anyway. What’s the point?” He pulled up his sleeve to reveal his Dark Mark. “I got this ruddy mark because that’s what everyone expected me to do. When do I get to have a say in what happens to me?”

“I made the Unbreakable Vow. I promised to help you.”

“That’s not my problem.” He said harshly and walked out of Snape’s office, slamming the door shut as he walked out.

The next day Draco stalked into the Great Hall with bright blue hair. He felt everyone’s gaze on him, but ignored them. Draco plonked himself down and ate a proper meal for the first time in weeks. He quite liked this not caring thing.

Once he had finished, he got up and walk out to head to his first class of the day. He didn’t notice that Harry Potter had been staring at him all throughout breakfast, his eyes wide with shock when he first saw him. He was intrigued and wondered what the sudden change in mood was caused by.

The next time Harry saw him was in Care of Magical Creatures. Draco was walking down the hill and Harry watched him come nearer and nearer until he realised he was walking toward them. He quickly averted his eyes so he didn’t look like he was staring.

“Granger.” Draco called out and Hermione swiveled around, stopping the conversation she was having with Ron, to face Malfoy.

“What do you want.” She said plainly.

“I saw you reading this book earlier.” He held up a book that Harry had seen Hermione read religiously a few days ago. Hermione crossed her arms and waited for him to continue. “I wanted to discuss it with you.” He stated.

Harry could see the conflict in her eyes as she debated whether or not to do so. He knew how much she loved that book, seeing as she never shut up about it. “Why do you want to discuss it with me?”

“Well, you liked it, didn’t you?” Hermione nodded again. “You’re the only person I know who has read it.” He said like it was obvious.

Hermione was silent for a moment. “Alright.” She gave in and jumped into a heated conversation about the book. Harry stared at Malfoy once again and couldn’t help but notice how nice his smiled was.

“Yes! Exactly!” Draco exclaimed when one of the slytherins yelled over to him.

“Hey, Draco! What are you doing talking to the mudblood!”

Draco whipped around and took his wand out of his pocket. He cast a jelly legs jinx at the one who shouted. “It’ll be a lot worse if I hear you saying that word again!”

“Thanks.” Hermione mumbled as Ron laughed so hard he doubled over. Harry found himself smiling as well.

After the lesson had concluded, Draco walked up to Hagrid who was cleaning up dung with Harry helping him as usual. Hagrid looked up when he stopped in front of him. He looked quite confused and probably assumed that Malfoy was going to insult him as he had done in previous years. However, it came as quite the shock when Draco began apologising.

“I was stupid and arrogant and didn’t realise that I wasn’t my father. I’ve always found your lessons quite interesting, if I’m being honest.” He said sincerely.

Hagrid looked like he was on the verge of tears when he brought Draco into a bone crushing hug. Draco laughed. It wasn’t a cruel or evil one. It was genuine and heartfelt.

“Thank you, Malfoy.” He muttered when he let go of Draco.

He smiled up at him. “You’re welcome. Do you need any help cleaning up?” He asked.

Hagrid smiled and handed him a shovel which Draco gracefully accepted. Harry looked at him in disbelief as he started cleaning. When Harry caught his eyes he just shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips.

Harry was sure that Malfoy could no longer shock him after everything that has happened today. Oh how wrong he was.

Him, Hermione, and Ron walked into the Great Hall for dinner and were just about to sit down when Draco walked through the door dramatically and strode up to Harry.

“Mal-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Draco grabbed him by the front of his robes and pulled him into a kiss. The entirety of the Hall went silent and he was sure he heard some people exchanging money. Draco pulled away before he could kiss back, which resulted in Harry pulling Draco into another kiss.

so I’m just giving u guys a warning, I found a lol//cow forum for what the dumbasses described as ‘fakebois’ and I saw that there were ace ppl in there interacting, and posting selfies of other people who were underage and couldn’t get horomones / binders calling them fake boys and using she/her pronouns

How do I know these were ace discourses? the specifically said that they were going to post selfies of trans boys who were ace exclusionists, so um warning to all trans boys out there, pls pls pls lock down ur selfies or smthn and ip redirect/block all ace discourse blogs bc I dont’ want y’all to have to go through this shit 

mark ur insta on private, takedown ur tumblr selfies and ask ur followers/whoever reblogged them to, bc rn I would say for the sake of u it isn’t really safe rn I even saw some encouraging harassment, listing  their personal tumblrs ect.

basically pls pls pls keep urself safe these ppl will harass u n everything I’ve seen it happen b4 to a few of my close friends and it’s really nasty

also ur allowed to rb this 

ace/aro inclusioninsts don’t fucking interact I’m done w/ ur shit as to stooping so fucking low that you would do this kind of shit, don’t come to my inbox, don’t try and derail this post, this is a post for trans boys to keep their self safe from harassment, not to debate whether aces are lgbt or not.

if u interact w/ this post ur reply will be deleted and u will b blocked I have no time for ur shit rn

#giggles #sweaters #kissing

Prompts: @sighmalfoy
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry wasn’t scheduled to be back from his overseas Auror operation for another day. He’d been planning to owl ahead but then decided to surprise his husband instead. Harry had been working so much, they’d hardly seen each other since Christmas. Harry often debated whether he should just retire and spend every waking moment with Draco. He loved his work too. Just not as much.

He entered the house quietly, determined to catch Draco by surprise just this once - he always seemed to know Harry’s move even before Harry did. Harry tiptoed past the living room, heading for the bedroom - it was late and Harry figured Draco would be in the middle of his nightly read before bed - but a flicker of light caught his eye.

Their fireplace was alight but not just with orange flame, a myriad of blues and pinks and greens and purples intertwined and wove themselves through the fire, a careful dance of light and colour. Harry’s eyes lowered to take in Draco, sitting before the fireplace, his wand rising and falling in time with the patterns of the fire.

Harry’s mouth fell open on its own. But it wasn’t the fire show that surprised him. He had seen it at Draco’s hand a million times before - each time as unique as the last. No, it was what Draco was wearing: a scarlet hand-knitted sweater. And Harry didn’t need Draco to turn around to know there was a big golden ‘D” knitted into the front.

“Honey, I’m home,” Harry called out softly, his voice teasing - Draco didn’t like to play domestic.

Draco was on his feet and twirling around in an instant, his wand pointed at Harry, the flames faltering sadly behind him. Perhaps surprising Draco when he was armed hadn’t been Harry’s wisest move.

Harry rose his arms in a mock surrender. “Surprise?”

Draco’s wand fell to the floor and he ran the small distance across the room to Harry, enveloping him in an impressively warm hug. Harry’s face was still cold from the icy wind outside and he gladly pressed it up against Draco’s chest - he’d been right about the D on the sweater.

“Harry.” Draco said Harry’s name, more breath than vocal chords, holding him tighter still. Harry knew exactly how he felt.

Harry lifted his head from Draco’s chest, gripped Draco’s hips for support and pushed himself up on his toes to gain the height required to play tongue-hockey with his husband. But he didn’t get further than a small peck before Draco was pulling away, giggling.

“Your lips are freezing,” he complained, holding Harry back by the shoulders.

“Maybe you can warm them up?” Harry suggested with a not-so-subtle raise of his eyebrows, leaning up again.

This time Draco let him, their lips meeting together in a clash of fire and ice. Draco’s lips were warm and soft, capturing Harry in a comforting familiarity. Draco. Husband. Home. Harry knew his own lips wouldn’t feel quite the same to Draco - the coldness had to be bracing. But after his initial complaint, Draco made no further comments, falling easily into a pattern they both knew.

Harry let his hands drop and sneak up beneath the hem of Draco’s sweater and up past his undershirt to land on the bare skin of Draco’s torso.

Draco jerked back immediately, giggling again. “Your hands!” He shouted. “They’re so cold!”

“Oh no, are they?” Harry asked, feigning innocence, and reaching for Draco again.

Draco darted backwards, quickly jumping behind the couch to keep his distance from Harry. “Can’t we just have a mature, romantic, calm reunion for once?” Draco pleaded, but he couldn’t quite keep the giggles at bay as Harry chased him around the couch, occasionally changing direction to catch Draco off guard - not that Harry could of course. At least not without Draco’s permission.

And sure enough, when they both started to pant - they weren’t as young as they used to be - Draco slowed down and let Harry catch him, pulling him onto the couch, or perhaps collapsing and rolling onto the couch. Either way, Harry ended up lying on top of Draco, hands sneaking back up his sweater again.

Except Harry didn’t quite get the reaction he was hoping for. Not that he minded Draco pushing up into his touch - not at all! - but he did love hearing that adorable giggle.

“They’re not cold anymore,” Draco said, smugly.

Harry pulled his hands out, and pretended to start getting up. “Well, if I’m already warmed up, I guess there’s no point - “

Draco held onto Harry tightly, pulling him back down. “Maybe I’m cold.”

Harry laughed at Draco’s pouting face. “Is that why you’re wearing the sweater you told me you’d never be caught dead in? The one you suggested we use as a foot towel?”

For a second, it looked as if Draco might be planning an excuse - but what could he say? He’d been caught out for the sentimental sap he really was - beneath his sometimes cool exterior. And it’s not like Harry didn’t know - it was the reason he fell in love with him after all.

Instead, Draco stared back at Harry, accepting the challenge, and responded with a simple, “Yes. I was cold.”

“You’re going to get one every year now, you know?” Harry said - both teasingly and fondly - it was often that way with Draco. “You’re part of the family.”

“I’m not a Weasley,” Draco responded drily, but the the corners of his mouth betrayed him - just like they had when Molly had gifted the sweater to him weeks ago. The barest hint of a smile that Harry knew very well. 

“No, of course not, “ Harry retorted. “You’re a Potter.” 

Draco rolled his eyes at that, but at the same time his lips grew wide into a fully fledged smile, a million times brighter than any fire. 

Harry felt himself imitating the smile on his own face. He settled his head down onto Draco’s chest, wrapping his arms around his husband. How wonderful it felt to finally be warm again. 

more like this l @queenofthyme

Scars

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 11484


Everyone is born with a soul mark somewhere on their body. Their soulmate has the same mark. New technology has been developed that can remove the mark, but at great cost.


The voices resonating within the small living room blurred together into white noise and faded into the aether, leaving the abrupt thud of your heart stopping as the only audible sound. The walls felt like they were crumbling around you, and the velvet couch you sat on seemed like it was swallowing you into its depths, encasing you in a suffocating darkness. The pain you had suppressed for so long came flooding back, spreading through your every nerve. You felt like your chest had imploded and your bones were caving in. Your entire body had shut down momentarily as Sehun’s last few words echoed through the husk of your skull.

“I’m going to get my soul mark removed.”

There were muffled voices, a few louder than the others, but you couldn’t decipher what was being said. Your brain - consumed by grief - didn’t allow for it. Someone had placed their hand on your arm to try and shake you out of your stupor, but you could barely feel the contact through your numb skin.

But then, his voice called your name, penetrating through the void. That one familiar voice that for so long had brought you happiness and sweet memories, but now, it tore your very being apart. The words that voice had spoken had severed the few ties to him you had left. But still, his voice had so much power and influence over you, and it finally brought you out of your trance. You blinked a few times, and suddenly, you were returned to reality.

This wasn’t a dream.

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