Like I get the whole “don’t cry about ex-friend/lover person because they don’t deserve your tears” mentality, but…the tears aren’t for them. They’re for you. Tears help you embrace your negative emotions and heal. And you deserve to heal.
A spell jar to remove one’s own romantic feelings for an ex or a toxic lover.
You Will Need:
❅ Jar or bottle with lid
❅ White Glitter
❅ Dried White Rose Petals
❅ Ground Charcoal (artist)
❅ Garnet Chips
❅ Clear Quartz
❅ White Piece of Paper and Pen
❅ On your piece of paper write down all of the reasons why you wish to remove your romantic feelings towards the other person. Write down the pain they have caused you and your wishes to be set free. Be sure to write this person’s name on the paper too. Set to the side
❅ In a bowl mix your salt, dried rose petals, glitter and charcoal (small amount). Stir counter-clockwise to banish these feelings for this person, visualize them freezing up into ice crystals and blowing away and out of your life.
❅ Carefully pour mixture into your jar and place your garnet chips and clear quartz on top
❅ Tear up your paper from the first step into tiny shreds. Put all of your desire to rid yourself of these emotions as you rip and tear them
❅ Add the small torn pieces into your jar and close it and seal it as you see fit.
❅ Keep somewhere at room temperature and close to where you frequent. Whenever you feel these feelings rearing up again, hold the jar and take deep breaths focusing on your desires to banish them from you. Use the energy of the jar for this.
Note: to break spell unseal jar and dispose of contents (properly)
It’s early afternoon and it’s raining at home. While I recover from a foot injury, I suddenly remembered a novel I used to have, titled The Shelters of Stone. How I got a novel that was unsuitable for a 10-year-old back in the day is another story…
There’s a part in the early novel that caught my attention. When the heroine, named Ayla, joins his mate Jondalar back home in the Ninth Cave, they’re received with a warm welcome–except for his ex lover, Marona. She pretends being friendly with Ayla and takes advantage of her cultural ignorance to trick her into wearing something stupid and somewhat taboo (a boy’s winter underwear and a belt used during a young man’s puberty initiation ceremony) with the sole purpose of humiliating her. Of course, the plan blows up in her face when the heroine chooses to respond to the offense with class and dignity.
You know where I’m getting at–this scene is perfect for a Midnight Cinderella fanfic! After all, it is canon that MC doesn’t receive the warmest of welcome among the nobles, specially at the beginning. It shouldn’t be surprising if a small group of self-centered, mean, noble girls pull a similar trick to humiliate her and express their repudiation toward her.
A couple of ideas:
The Princess is engaged with Byron and visits Stein for a ball. A former Queen Candidate of his who wanted to marry him for power is embittered, and tricks the Princess into wearing a “traditional Stein dress” to surprise and please Byron. It is not.
A girl had a crush on [insert suitor here], and now that he’s with the Princess, she’s heartbroken. The Princess and the Prince Consort visit her region for an event, and the girl tricks MC into wearing something that she ignores bears a negative connotation in that region, so she will offend everyone and get into serious trouble.
Elise pretends to befriend MC and to accept and respect her relationship with Sid. When it’s time to meet the future in-laws, Elise have her wear something inappropriate (but not necessarily vulgar) so she’ll give a bad impression and humiliate Sid in the process.
The Princess is happy because she “befriended” some noble girls her age and was invited to a party. Giles is happy for her too and see no wrong in her attending. There, the girls discreetly stain her clothes so she’s forced to get changed. Then the girls would pretend to find nothing her size, except a granny’s nightgown.
Let’s be creative, too. Sure, we can have her wear men’s clothes or horrible dresses, but we can also be subtle by skipping the whole paraphernalia and play with the color meaning of the clothes MC’s given to wear, instead! Treason, cowardice, immaturity, anything goes!
Suppose she’s visiting Stein or a region within Wysteria, and her new “friends” give her a pretty dress as a token of their friendship for her to wear at an upcoming party. Unfortunately, MC is unaware that its color gives the message that she’s not to be trusted.
MC is having tea with other noblewomen, and they talk about the dresses they’re going to wear in an upcoming event. When MC describes hers, a noblewoman is shocked that she isn’t wearing “x” color, because it’s her suitor’s favorite. MC feels bad that she didn’t know this, and of course, finds a dress of that color to wear and please her suitor. BUT! That particular color actually triggers bad memories for him.
Similarly to the previous prompt, MC is having tea with some noblewomen, but this time, some months prior her engagement party with her suitor. Upon learning her suitor’s “favorite” color from them, MC finds a dress to wear for the occasion. It doesn’t trigger bad memories for him, but he’s nonetheless horrified because that color dye fades quickly, and it is a bad omen among nobles and royalty to wear it during engagement parties or weddings. Since the Princess is wearing it, she’s giving the message that her love will fade quickly because it’s fake.
Modern heartbreak is “read at 9:13 p.m.” when it’s 9:40. it’s unliked photos, it’s blocking and unblocking and blocking and unblocking. modern heartbreak is sick with being watched, it’s breakups playing out on twitter feeds, it’s unfollowed unfollowed unfollowed. it’s screenshotted photos that shouldn’t have been saved, it’s screenshotted texts meant for one person only. it’s seeing your ex lover with their new one, watching their lives playing out like yours didn’t, it’s phones thrown into bedroom walls when their profile changes from single to in a relationship. it’s snapchat stories to make that one person jealous because it feels like without them you’re nothing, it’s that one story expiring before they see it because they don’t give a fuck about you now and you know it, it’s deleting their contact info but wanting it tattooed on the back of your hand in case you ever want to call, it’s messy it’s messy it’s messy it’s so fucking messy because everyone fucking sees it and it never goes away.
How the Living Legend Fights Statues over His Fiancee’s hand
I believe most of you have seen fans’ writing about Victor getting jealous over Yuuri’s ‘ex-lover’ Shachihoko or ‘Chihoko’. If you haven’t, please read them because you will not understand what I’m talking about next.
So firstly, what is Chihoko? Shachihoko しゃちほこ (鯱) is a mythical carp with the head of a lion and the body of a fish (auspicious protectors of well-being) and it looks like this:
And as you can see, they are VERY flexible. So when Yuuri taunted Viktor ‘Shachihoko is more flexible than you’ he actually talked about this half fish-half lion statue! Victor did not even get jealous to Yuuri’s human ex-lover, he got jealous over an effing statue!
But the story doesn’t stop there!
As you know, both Viktor and Yuuri were really drunk. And somehow a drunk Viktor is more extra than a sober Viktor. So he did what a jealous drunk lover do. He went to find and tried to challenge his rival ‘Chihoko’. But where is Chihoko?
That is the picture of Karatsu ‘Hasetsu’ Castle where Shachihoko or Chihoko lives.
So now, imagine a living legend Viktor Nikiforov. Imagine him climbing the Hasetsu Castle NAKED, challenging two ‘Chihoko’ he encountered, telling them “You maybe Yuuri’s past, but I’m his future!”
???!!!!! He is so extra I can’t take it anymore!!!!
I love that it’s canon that both Victor & Yuuri get jealous for each other. Yuuri got jealous when Victor was giving Chris more attention, and Victor got jealous when he mistook Yuuri for comparing him to an ex-lover called Chihoko.
She was so absorbed by you,
by your thoughts and your ideas,
so full of you, full of your habits,
that she totally forgot about herself,
you were covering her soul with those clouds of yours,
all gloomy and heavy,
she did not know who she was anymore,
but when you left,
you took back all your clouds,
and then the sun came to her,
everything inside of her flourished,
her thoughts sang her favorite songs,
her mind laughed at her father’s jokes,
her heart danced and danced and danced,
her soul smiled, because she knew,
even the moon has clouds,
but it doesn’t stop her from lighting up the sky every night.
Slamming the front door behind him Jungkook twisted your body round to face him, his jaw clenched impossibly tight with anger as his eyes searched your face. Despite the fact you’d been together almost four years now, he still became irrationally jealous over the smallest of interactions with other men. You’d met Jungkook one Saturday night in your favourite club in Seoul, a middle aged man had tried to flirt with you and buy you a drink but to tell you the truth his presence had you on edge; and a tall, dark and handsome stranger managed to salvage the situation; acting as your jealous boyfriend who demanded to talk to you outside.
Of course when the two of you made it outside the club he lit up a cigarette and admitted he was watching you most of the night, and couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable you looked around the older man. Any normal woman would feel invaded if someone had admitted to visually stalking them all night, but he seemed harmless. He was beautiful, mysterious and frankly the most charming man you’d ever encountered. The strangers name was Jeon Jungkook, the maknae and lead vocalist of the famous Kpop group BTS; you couldn’t believe your luck when he asked you out that night, he was possibly everything you’d ever wanted in a significant other.
But the jealous boyfriend act wasn’t just an act anymore.
I’m tired of heartbreaking poetry about heartbreak. I’m tired of bored souls feeling sorry for themselves. I’m tired of ex-lovers regretting their selfish decisions and I’m tired of reading about their journeys to find cheap reasons to excuse the mess they made. I’m tired of reading about old men’s experiences with cigarettes and alcohol to forget and escape what they do.
I’m tired of reading about how you resent your mother for no real reason even though you lived with her for almost your entire life. I hate how tell yourself your mistress was your true love, when you were the reason she drowned in narcotics. I’m tired of you telling yourself the love of your life would be better off without you as an excuse to leave her- bet you didn’t know she was about to kill herself, bet you still say it was for the best.
I’m tired of you, filled with so much self-importance, so much drama, so in love with your sadness.
I’m tired of you, and your failed attempts to fill a hole in yourself, trying to be someone else, selling parts of yourself, mourning everything else.
small things in gotg2 that i utterly loved (huge spoilers)
“No! It’s too adorable to kill!”
The Sovereign being a send-up of aspects of gamer culture
Gamora telling Mantis she’s not ugly (and clearly meaning it)
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT CHEERS IS.”
That ridiculous thing Ayesha was walking on so her feet didn’t have the indignity of touching the ground
“I will help them by killing Thanos”
Actually everything involving Nebula, tbh
(She has agency and empathy and a sister now)
“That’s a desk.”
The bizarre almost-beauty of the arrow massacre sequence
The Chain (the song that plays as Peter regains control of his ‘heart’) sounding like it could almost be Meredith condemning her ex-lover from beyond the grave “damn your love, damn your lies" as her son avenges her
Drax holding Mantis up as the ground starts eating him, desperate to give her a chance to live
absolutely everyone getting both Cool Scenes and Heartwarming Scenes
“What’s so wrong with that?”
the bit where Groot gives Yondu a sad little wave, and Yondu waves back
Peter closing his eyes and accepting his fate as the planet explodes around him
Gamora tending to the unconscious Mantis
Yondu holding Peter’s face as he dies and staring at him so he can be the last thing he sees
lots of big, important themes: slavery, child abuse, eugenics, parenthood, all dealt with well, albeit sometimes subtly
Words: 57,031 Author: Jackstylinson/dimpled-halo Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Ed Sheeran, Nick Grimshaw, Jay Deakin Additional Tags: Post-Break Up, Break Up, Friends to Lovers, Exes to Lovers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Time, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Flashbacks, Fluff, Long-Distance Relationship, Jealous Louis, Tattoos, Smut, Eventual Smut, Drinking, Musician Harry, Teacher Louis, OT5 Friendship,
Pining, Jealous Harry, Premature Ejaculation, Past Harry Styles/Original Male Character, Songwriting, Young Love, Masturbation, Best Friends, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Unresolved Tension
Harry swallows hard, clearing his throat. “Hi Lou,” he says, looking at Louis reluctantly. He’s even more gorgeous than he remembers, so much, he feels uneasy looking directly at him, he’s so beautiful.
Louis looks at Harry, does a quick once-over and smiles, eyes so bright and blue—just how Harry remembers. “Harold!” He gets up out of his seat and embraces him into a warm hug. It’s a friendly platonic hug; one that ends way too soon. Harry wishes it would last longer so that he can breathe Louis in and memorize his new but somehow still familiar scent. It instantly leaves his body aching for more.
Harry returns to London after five years. Stuck in the past with “what ifs” and “what might have beens”, he sees that his friends and ex (and possible love of his life) Louis have all moved on with their lives while he finds himself questioning his own life choices, past and present.