go and do something productive

Since Exo has sold out at Jamsil Stadium I’ve been seeing a lot of people say how ‘That’s not a big deal, they were handed their fame anyways.“

Really? Really?! In 2012 Exo-K were considered flops, to be SM’s first failure. Tao was heavily hated in the beginning, and Chen and Xiumin were in an entirely new country, barely being able to speak Chinese. And in 2013 the other 4 Chinese members having to come to a new country themselves and learn the language and culture. That must of been terrifying.


People hated Wolf. People started hating on Exo once Growl became huge. They gained so many sasaengs, creepy and disgusting people causing even more stress. Having to work so hard they went to the hospital. The shock when Kris left, and Suho having to stand on stage by himself to accept an award right after. Luhan being constantly sick from overworking, eventually having to leave also. A lot of fans left in 2014, saying Exo could never recover.

They came back with Exodus, having to work so hard, it was their best and most cohesive album yet. Jongdae put so much time into dancing, all of the members took time to prove on singing, especially their live vocals. That would never be easy, and I remember how long they promoted Call Me Baby, how much effort they pit into their live vocals during that time.

They come back with Lucky One and Monster, and it is my favorite album ever. Yet people still hated on them for trying something different, which is so sad. During this Yixing has to travel back and forth constantly, still with ot8 fans bashing on him.

To all of you who say Exo got a free ticket to fame, you couldn’t be more wrong. They have faced so many hardships, so many challenges. Yet they kept pushing and trying and growing. All of them having the mental strength to push through this and to grow is amazing. Yet with everything they have are triple million sellers. Their physical sales ate untouchable. They have sold out concert after concert, selling out Tokyo Dome 5 times.

Jamsil Stadium hasn’t been sold out in 17 years. And they sold out in 5 minutes. They are only the 2nd group to sell out at the stadium, only H.O.T has done it. And H.O.T. was HUGE back then. To achieve that in 5 years with all their obstacles is amazing.


All of you complaining, you would never be able to any of what they have done. Hiding behind anon and going to different Exo blogs or making passive aggressive tweets towards fans is cowardly. The members have worked so hard to get where they are, stop going after excited fans and find something more productive to do with your miserable lives.

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So! This is one of the bigger wastes of time I’ve been doing. I started watching Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon the live action series because Shannon spoke so highly of it and I was like “Hm what do I want to do that requires a small amount of focus but keeps my hands busy” so I started coloring Sailor Moon pages. It’s pretty fun and relaxing! I’ll probably do a few more as I continue watching PGSM, which is also pretty fun!

So in theatre arts we play this improv game called “I am a tree” and basically everyone just gets in a circle, one person starts it off saying “I am a tree” and the next to people say something that relates to a tree. The fourth person picks one of those things and is that and we keep going until our director thinks we should do something productive. One time we went from fork to pitchfork to Satan, another time it went cage, Nicolas cage, Declaration of Independence, to singing the entire Hamilton soundtrack(we’re theatre students what do you expect)

Like an Arrow to the Chest

Summary: Rather than Chat Noir being struck by Dark Cupid’s arrow, what if it had been Ladybug?Or rather…Bridgette?

Note I: Obligated Valentine’s Day fic…but with the PV kids ;D Hope you enjoy!

Note II: I took a direct line from a post made by edorazzi, who I recommend you following for lots of nice art! 

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It was Ladybug who paid attention to the akuma victims’ stories, not Felix. He usually liked focusing on winning the battle with minimum damage done, focusing on the victim’s general background.

For example, this victim had been heartbroken and now turned love to hate. Fairly easy to guess, and no need to elaborate.

It also should have been an easy battle; he was not afraid when the akuma appeared in front of him since there was hardly any love in him to turn to hate in the first place. He’d pretend to get struck, then run off, transform, and distract the akuma until Ladybug arrived so they could take down the villain together.

He did not count on Bridgette Cheng shoving him to the ground, the arrow lodging itself in her chest before dissolving in an array of red and black sparkles.

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The Art of Bad Friends and Good Redemptions

Summary: Dan had never wanted to move away from home - no twelve year old did. But things look less bad when he makes a friend in the forest. And then they look way bad when this friend turns out to be a vampire.

Word Count: 6.4k

uhh i had like 6k of this written since halloween and just had to write the ending? talk about lazy assholes am i right

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Misty Eyes 1/?

| Part Two |

Pairing: Pietro x Elemental!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, slight sexual tension
Word Count: 1103
Summary: Pietro Maximoff has been a part of your life ever since H.Y.D.R.A., where the three of you became tightly-knit friends, and have been ever since. After the battle of Sokovia, he became an even bigger part of your life when you threatened him for almost dying and accidentally slipped up about your feelings. Now, everything is absolutely perfect. But it all goes downhill when H.Y.D.R.A. comes looking for you, and time is running out. 

Author’s Notes: I’m not sure if I should make this a full series, so I’m going to test the waters a bit and see how you guys like it. Then we’ll go from there. My inbox is always open, so if you just wanna talk about life or request anything, go right ahead. 

(I apologize, there is only a brief mention of powers in this part, but trust me, there will be more. This part doesn’t have a lot to do with the summary, but it basically introduces some of the tone and future relationships with characters. The next one will introduce a lot more of the plot.)

Thanks loves<3

“Wandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I scream, absolutely terrified.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She yells as she runs into my room, stopping as soon as she sees me standing on a desk, wrapped in a towel holding a shoe and a box of tissues. My best friend immediately drops to the ground, laughing hysterically. 

“A….a sp-spider?” She exhales before falling into another fit of laughter. 

“Wanda, help me! It followed me out of the shower and I can’t take my eyes off of-” I stop, mortified. The spider that was terrorizing me, is nowhere to be found. I scan the room from my perch on the desk, as Wanda’s laughter ceases.

“See Y/n, it’s gone now, I think…” She tries to assure me, but her gaze falls on my shoulder and her eyes widen.

“What?” My attention is drawn to a prickling feeling on the back of my neck, causing my heart to thump violently against my rib cage. 

“W-Wanda…my…n-neck…” I stutter, reaching my hand back. 

In a swift movement, I slap away whatever was on my neck. Only, ‘it’ is still attached to my hand, and ‘it’ is a giant wolf spider. A shrill scream escapes my lips as I jump off of the desk, knocking several books and papers to the floor, wildly shaking my hand trying to get ‘it’ off. Somehow, this encourages it to crawl further up my arm. My grip on the towel tightens as I run down the hall to the kitchen, leaving behind a hysterical Wanda. There’s only one person that will take this whole thing seriously and help me, and thankfully, everyone else is on a mission. 

“Peter Parker, get your ass over here and help me!” I bolt into the kitchen towards Peter, who’s sitting on the couch eating an apple. 

“Y/n, are you oka-”

“There’s a fucking spider on my arm! Get. It. Off.” I squeal.

“Every. Single. Time,” He sighs.

He quickly sets the apple down, stopping when he realizes I’m wearing nothing but a towel that stops about mid-thigh. His face flushes a deep red. He swallows hard and hurries to my side, delicately scooping up the spider and cupping it in his hands. 

“You’d think with the powers you have, you’d be able to take care of a single spider…” Peter mumbles.

“Okay one, I only had water to work with, and two, you remember what happened the last time I tried that?”

“Yeah, yeah I remember. Your room got flooded and it took two weeks to replace everything.”

“And that is why I can’t use my powers on spiders,” I state as he calmly walks down the hall to the elevator, probably to put it outside. I exhale and shut my eyes for a minute to calm my nerves. Suddenly, someone clears their throat from the other side of the room. My head snaps up, revealing Tony, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Pietro all staring at me. 

“When’d you all get h-here?” I stutter, now slightly embarrassed.

“Whew, you couldn’t wait for him to come back, could you? Got yourself all clean and…sultry,“ Tony smirks with a wink, proud of how uncomfortable he’s making everyone. 

"Spider?” Nat inquires as she passes me on her way out.

“Sadly, yes,” I sheepishly admit. She shakes her head and laughs as she makes her way down the hall. 

“Sultry, really?” Steve rolls his eyes, flashing me a playful smile. 

“Really. Y/n, that towel is very slimming, I think you should wear it more often. It gets quite the reaction out of this one,” Tony suggests, nudging Pietro with his elbow, causing his face to flush and contort with jealousy. Just like that, he speeds over and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Guys, guys. I’m the only one that can tell her how seksi and lepa and neverjetno she is…“ he trails off, inhaling and exhaling deeply, still resting his head on my shoulder. I close my eyes, melting into his embrace when I feel a slight tug on my towel. I look down, finding that my towel is falling down, little by little. 

"Piet?” I whisper as my face turns redder than a tomato.

“Hmm?”

“My towel.”

“What about it?” 

“It’s falling…”

“So?”

“Pietro Maximoff I swear-”

“Well, this is uncomfortable. Steve? You up for some intense training?” Bucky interrupts, desperately trying to get out of the awkward situation. 

“Sure thing, Buck.” He replies. The two waste no time in leaving.

“Are you just going to leave me here, alone, with them?” Tony yells, slightly hurt by being left behind. 

“Yup,” a voice calls back from the hallway. 

“Well, not that this hasn’t been fun and all, but I should go do something productive with my life. Smooches,” Tony gestures to the two of us as he saunters towards the hall before quickly turning around. 

“Oh, and remind me to get earplugs. You guys tend to get a little too verbal, if you know what I mean,” He winks before walking away. 

“Do we really get that loud?”

“I don’t know, Draga. You want to find out?” Pietro whispers, burying his face in my hair. I sigh as his hot breath tickles my skin, a smile creeping onto his face.

“But tonight’s team dinner,” I counter.

“I’m sure the Captain will let you skip just one dinner.”

“Piet-”

“Y/n, please-”

“Fine, whatever. But only because It gives us the chance to annoy Stark.”

“Then I’ll be sure to make you scream loud enough for him to hear.”

"I’d like to see you try.”



Draga - Darling

Seksi- Sexy

Lepa - Beautiful

Neverjetno - Amazing


@josie605 @thesuperjacksonflash

bitch im in such a good mood!!! i haven’t felt so good in months!!! im legitimately looking forward to waking up in the morning to start the day wtf

Starlit Scars {Nessian Oneshot}

Originally posted by marci1900

She is not who she pretends to be.

She puts on a show, pushing everyone away until she is completely isolated. She can’t push me away, though. I won’t allow it.

She’s out on the balcony, underneath the stars, gazing at them in awe as if she’s never seen them before. She looks like a goddess in her newfound form, although she looked like a goddess in her human form, too. Her golden-brown hair hangs down her bare back, her ivory gown hanging loosely from her neck. The starlight outlines her pale shoulders, her thin arms that rest on the balcony’s edge.

Goddess.

She’d curse me if she knew I was watching. But, I can’t stop. I’ve told myself to walk away, to go do something productive, but I’ve been sitting in the same spot for much longer than I originally intended. Rhys and Az think I’m foolish for being so fond of the girl who’s spent most of her life so full of hate and disdain, but I see a different side of her. I see beyond the walls that she has built up. I see the girl who wants to be set free, but doesn’t know how.

I shift from my spot on the couch and instantly regret it as it creaks. Nesta spins around, her face already in a scowl.

“Lovely night for a stroll, isn’t it?” I ask in the most charming voice I can muster.

“How long have you been sitting there?” she asks.

Thirty minutes, at the very least. “I just sat down.”

She narrows her eyes.

“You don’t believe me?” I stand to my feet and strut towards her, slowly. “I wasn’t watching you look at the stars as if they’re the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. I also wasn’t watching you bathe in the starlight. And, I most definitely was not listening to you hum to yourself.”

She snarls, baring her teeth at me.

“I like it when you turn animalistic,” I smirk, stopping only a foot away. “Gets me every time.”

She rolls her eyes. “When will you realize that I prefer you leave me alone?”

“Oh, I’ve realized. I’ve ignored it, but I’ve realized.”  

“Goodnight, Cassian,” she sighs, beginning to step around me.

I reach for her hand, gently brushing my fingers along her palm. I expect her to jerk away, as she usually does, to keep going, but she doesn’t. She stops.

“Why do you do that?” I ask, keeping my voice low as if she’s an animal I’m at risk to scare away.

“Do what?” she whispers back. I can hear her heartbeat quicken. I’ve broken a barrier. A small one, perhaps, but one nonetheless.

I choose my words carefully. “Push away. Make yourself miserable when you have the option to be happy.”

“With you?” she asks, hesitantly.

I’m so taken back by the question that it takes me a moment to respond. “With me. With anyone. Just…happy.”

Just when I think she’s done, that she’s about to walk away, she faces me. “I have learned with time that it is easier to keep to myself than to be let down. Dealing with grief, with loss, with disappointment….it does more damage to the heart than if I keep my expectations low. Than if I keep my distance.”

She must see the pity in my eyes, because she quickly looks away.

I try to get her to look at me, but she doesn’t. “You deserve better than that, Nesta.”

“You say that now,” she shakes her head, golden-brown strands falling into her eyes. “But, one day, you will change your mind.”

This time, when she takes a step, I grab her hand and pull her back. “How can you say that?”

She pulls away, but doesn’t walk. She returns to her spot on the balcony, looking over Velaris. “I was supposed to be their protector, Cassian. I’m the oldest. I watched my mother die and my father turn into a broken coward. I sat there as we lost everything. I couldn’t hunt. I couldn’t sew. I couldn’t make money. I couldn’t provide or protect us in anyway. I resented Feyre for years for doing what I couldn’t. We looked to her to eat, to sell in the market for even the smallest of goods. I lost Feyre long ago, and I tried to do for Elain what I could. I was ready to marry a man I had no feelings for in order to gain even the smallest amount of joy, of belonging, of comfort. I should have been there for them. I should have learned to protect them. I let Tamlin come into our home and take her away, and now look at us! I let them down. I let them down.”

I watch her fight with herself, with her emotions that she has been bottling up. I rest my elbows on the balcony’s rail. “It wasn’t your fault, what happened to your family. And, if you ask me, Tamlin taking Feyre was the best thing that could have happened to her. It led her to us. It led her to Rhys. You may still be unsure about this life, but if you gave it a chance you may realize that it’s not all bad. You’ll have a better life here than on the other side of the wall. Hardships will still come, but they can be conquered. Elain will get used to it, too. She is still herself, so full of life and innocence. I can tell. I wish you wouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You are worth so much more than you realize.”

I look at her then, to find her already watching me. Her lips are slightly parted, and her blue eyes are misty. “I have always wondered what it would be like to have a man say the things that you say to me. To look at me as you do.”

I laugh, breathlessly. “And?”

“I don’t know,” she laughs, and the gesture suits her. “It feels odd. Overwhelming.”

“Don’t expect me to stop.”

“I didn’t,” she says, quietly. “It’s not all that bad.”

I must look confused, because she explains, “Being Fae. I don’t think it’s awful. I don’t think any of you are. I see why Feyre fell in love with it here, with you all.”

I blink. “Who are you and what have you done with my Nesta?”

Her scowl returns, though not as brutal, as she pushes me. I grab her hands before she can retract them and pull her body into mine.

Once again, I expect her to push away, and when she doesn’t, I have to convince myself that this is real.

Her arms wrap around my waist, and I rest my hand on her cheek, using the other to push her hair behind her ear.

“I’m scared,” she admits, barely audible. I have never heard her voice so fragile. I have never seen this side of her, and the more I think about it, I don’t think that anyone has.

“Of me?” I ask, resting my forehead gently against hers.

“Of this life,” she says, “of being happy.”

“Let me in,” I beg. “Let me help you.”

I kiss her then, gently, reassuringly. Then, her lips meet mine in a tender collision. I have dreamt of this moment, thought about what it would be like. My hands search her body and she doesn’t stop me, doesn’t push away. She pulls me closer, moves her hands underneath my tunic, her hands cool against the heat of my body.

I push her back against the balcony’s railing, my lips finding her neck, my body responding to her soft moans. I can hear her heartbeat, the beautiful sound of excitement and love. I wonder if she can hear mine. I wonder if she’s listening. She runs her fingers through my hair, pulling gently.

“Nesta,” I groan, hands sliding down her back, down to her thighs.

She brings up my chin, kisses me gently- once, twice- and pulls away. “Goodnight, Cassian.”

As she walks away, I must look dumbfounded, because she smiles- a real, genuine smile. “I can’t give you everything tonight. I have to keep you waiting for something.”

I watch her leave, into the townhouse, her ivory gown flowing freely behind her as she disappears around the corner.

Goddess.

I think about following her to her room, but I don’t.  My lips sting, still tasting like her. As I try to even my breathing, I face the city of Velaris. The stars shine bright as people stroll the streets together, enjoying the freedom they have here, but all I can see is the smile of the girl whose walls are finally falling down.

Roman Reigns - First Impressions

Roman Reigns - You were doing the whole ‘unstable’ gimmick with Jon Moxley in CZW when you were wrestling together. Now you’re coming to the WWE and Dean introduces you to his best pal. 

Requested by - Anon 

Warnings - Swearing

Word Count - 1073 Words.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

*Your POV*

Finally, I thought as I stood in front of the doors to the performance centre of my long awaited destiny; the WWE For a large majority of my wrestling career I had wrestled for a famous; or should I say - infamous independent circuit. Combat Zone Wrestling, or CZW. Over the many years I had been their resident crazy woman I had seen many now WWE superstars come and go, regarding the likes of: Kevin Owens, Luke Harper, Sami Zayn and my then partner in crime and best friend Jon Moxley - better known now as Dean Ambrose. You see Mox and I were always regarded as CZW’s very favourite unstable, sadistic and crazy couple - although we were never together. He was much more like my older brother, always looking out for me and pulling me out of whatever shit I had gotten myself into. When he left to join the WWE - or FCW as it was at the time and i remained CZW’s crazy lady we had lost touch, most likely due to the hectic schedule he had unknowingly catapulted himself into. But today I got to surprise him and I just couldn’t wait. I took in a big breath as I pushed the heavy door ready to be reunited with my oldest and bestest friend - you see Triple H had arranged for Dean to train with a newbie, except he didn’t tell him that it was me. Boy was he in for one hell of a surprise.

From right across the gym I noticed his muscular frame and signature shaggy hair yet he was standing next to my ultimate man crush - the 6'3, Samoan hunk; Roman Reigns. I could feel a crimson blush already rising on my cheeks and my knees go weak. God I was fan girling like some school girl - you’re a grown ass woman. Pull yourself together woman i scolded myself mentally. I looked back up at the two men and noticed Dean had moved slightly away from Roman - there was my perfect opportunity. I gently placed my bag on the floor and ran towards him jumping on his back, smothering in some sort of bear hug.

“MOXXXXXXXX” I screamed loudly as I hung off of his muscular frame giggling profusely. I felt him tense up in fear, as if he thought some crazy fangirl had found him - but I smirked knowing that he’d recognised my distinct voice and the greeting that was always given during our CZW days. He chuckled reaching behind him to pull me down in front of him - as i saw Roman looking on with a some what amused look.

“Y/N! What the fuck are you doing here, ya crazy bitch?!” Dean questioned enthusiastically pulling me in for a hug.

“Er I am the newbie, dumbass” I shoved his shoulder and flipped my hair in his face. “I finally made it” I smiled up at the brotherly like figure in my life.

“I’m fucking glad ya did kid” he spoke gruffly as he ruffled my hair. I slapped his hands away and tutted at him.

“One, I am not a kid! Two, you fully just fucked up my hair” I feigned annoyance which ultimately just ended up in giggles. My eyes averted away from Dean’s baby blues and were immediately drawn to the chocolate brown eyes of the Samoan hunk who was standing just to the left of me and Dean. I blushed a light shade of pink as I saw him give me a wink. Dean’s rough voice interrupted the impromptu stare off between Roman and I.

“You’ll always be a kid in my eyes” he spoke; once again messing my hair up as I rolled my eyes at my best friend. “Oh shit, I should introduce you two shouldn’t I?” he chuckled. “Roman this is Y/N, Y/N this is Roman” I smiled and craned my next to look up at the god-like human being standing in front of me. God Y/N stop acting like a school girl around him I once again scolded myself.

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’ve heard a lot of things about your from my boy” his silky smooth voice spoke; effectively turning turning my legs to jelly. He offered his arms out for a hug which I accepted. God he smelt so good. Just as Roman and I pulled away from the hug someones phone bleeped, I turned round to see Dean shooting and annoyed glance at the phone.

“Ugh Sorry Y/N I have to go, Renee just got here and she needs help with Blue - aye Ro give her my number? See ya later kid” he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before hurriedly leaving the training centre. I once again rolled my eyes at the nickname.

“Guess it’s just us then Babygirl” Roman spoke as he scribbled Dean’s number on a piece of paper before handing me it. The still present crimson smattering upon my cheeks turned a few shades deeper as I registered the new, much more favourable nickname from Roman. I took the bit of paper from his hands and sparks flew through me as our hands made the tiniest slither of contact. “

Thank you, and yeah it is. We may as well do something productive” i laughed going towards my gym bag; that was until Roman’s voice stopped me.

“Hey Y/N, would you uh maybe be interested in going to lunch with me” He spoke nervously rubbing the back of his neck - this time it being his time to blush. I looked up at him and smirked as he bit his lip apprehensively.

“Yeah I would really like that” I spoke shyly, zipping my gym back back up and turning to face him. I saw that all signs of hesitance had been washed away from his features.

“I know a great restaurant about five minutes away” he offered, taking my gym bag from your small hands and leading you out of the door; a hand placed gently on the small of my back. What a gentleman he is.

“Sounds perfect” i smiled sweetly. As we were walking my mind wandered to it’s own thoughts; What a day! I got back in touch with my best friend and now! Now I’m on an unofficial date with The Guy - Roman Reigns. That is what I would call a good day.

Tags - @m-a-t-91

A/N Hey guys!! Roman request finally up. This is in 1st person which is completely different to how i usually write to if the POV changes at any point and i haven’t realised I’m sorry!! But i hope you all like it - oh and i still suck at titles ~ Moxxii

Bonnie & Clyde

Summary: You’re the daughter of a notorious mobster, and Yoongi is the bodyguard that he hired against your wishes.

Originally posted by sugaglos

“Why didn’t you fire them?” He asked like it was the simplest thing to do.

“Dad. We’ve gone through so many housekeepers. There’s no reason to fire them for one mistake.” You told him.

“Y/N, if they can’t do their job correctly then that’s not your problem. We’ll keep firing them until we find someone who can do the job right. It’s that simple.” He argued.

“They’re people dad.” You sighed feeling aggravated by his lack of understanding.

"Jesus, Y/N. Focus on yourself and stop worrying about others. Go study, I don’t want to hear you complain anymore.” He said turning his attention back to the laptop.

You rolled your eyes and stormed off upstairs to your room.

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anonymous asked:

stop using "he's been here for 7 seasons!1!1" as an example for how he's a good sctor lol. They've tried to get rid of him before.

But he has! 8 years and going! And did they really tried to get rid of him?? No they didn’t, you guys made the “I Hate Misha Collins Day” and demanded that CW fired him! Oh and look, I found some tweets about it  that Jim wrote that are gold 

So you see ‘dork’, even the supernatural cast doesn’t like you. Grow up, go do something productive instead of sitting behind a computer and sending hate.

Either you like it or not, Misha is still on Supernatural and it won’t be you that will take him out of there.

Frustrated

Originally posted by clubeskimo

MATURE

Working for AOMG could only be described as an experience. There was never a dull moment no matter where you were.  You could be at the office, working an event, or even just hanging out after work and the AOMG family would find some way to liven up the evening. You loved it, of course, but there were moments when too much was too much.

After a week of going out with the AOMG artists every night, you couldn’t take any more. You needed a break to catch up on your work as well as your sleep. So when Hyuk Woo pouted at you and begged you to join him, Ju Kyung, Hoody, and Kiseok for dinner, you had to decline.

“I’m going to hang out here and get some work done. Then, I’m going home to get some sleep,” you refused with a laugh as he pouted.

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anonymous asked:

I hate when people desecrate witchcraft with their fake "spells" inspired by games or what have you. Don't you realize that it's disrespectful to the actual witches out there. Sick of people making things up just to give themselves a label that's unique

Are we really gonna do this? Really? Get over yourself fam. Your craft isn’t any better or more “authentic” then mine. And if you don’t like it why the fuck are you even on my blog? Go do something productive