green fortune


The oldest depiction of the universe

This is one of the most important archaeological finds of the 20th Century and the oldest depiction of the universe so far. Called the Nebra sky disc, named for the town where it was found in 1999, the artifact has been dated back to 1600 BC. It was buried about 3,600 years ago but could be much older. It has been associated with the European Bronze Age Unetice culture.

When it was first crafted, it would have been golden brown because the disc itself is made from bronze. Over time, the it corroded to green. Fortunately, the symbols are made of gold and thanks to them we know it was possibly an astronomical instrument.
There’s Sun, a central to northern European Bronze Age religion and the crescent moon (in ancient times, the moon was used to represent time). The clump between the sun and moon are thought to be the Pleiades constellation, which was an imporant constellation for Bronze Age farmers because it appeared and disappeared in important farming times. So the Nebra disc could have told people the right time to plant and harvest.

What’s more, astronomer Wolfhard Schlosser, at the University of Hamburg, found that if you draw a line from the center of the disc to the top and bottom end of the right arc, the angle between the two ends measures exactly 82 degrees. And it’s the same value for the left golden arc. This number is very important for only a small group of people who live at the same latitude as the current German town of Nebra since it’s the angle between where the sun sets on the horizon in mid-winter and mid-summer.

The bronze disc combines an extraordinary comprehension of astronomical phenomena enabling to peak into the early knowledge of the heavens. It’s   shocking it was almost lost to the black market.

anonymous asked:

My birthday is coming up, is there any kitchen witchery I can do? Like a cake recipe or something?

Sorry for getting to this a bit late–I hope your birthday hasn’t passed yet, but if it has, it’s not too late to go for a second round of treating yourself to the good stuff!

Here’s a fave cake to welcome in birthdays and new years! I’m especially fond of it because it’s a relatively light slice of deliciousness that pairs really well with tea and coffee, so it’s easy to double up your spells and intent through a little brewing magic. The most powerful ingredients in this are rum, cinnamon, and oranges—all associated with protection and luck. Rum is also used often as an offering material, so if you worship a god or want to please local spirits, this would great to share with the spirit world as well. Oranges bring abundance and happiness to you, and are used frequently in beauty baths and spells…well, you are what you eat, so why not include it for those purposes too?

Optional syrup topping:

½ cup rum

½ cup butter

½ cup orange juice (or sub in water with a lil orange extract)

Sprinkle of salt

A few cinnamon sticks, or pinches of powdered cinnamon

Combine everything except the rum in a saucepan and reduce on low heat until about ½ original volume. Remove from heat and allow to cool slightly before adding rum. You can make this ahead of time from the cake, but you’ll need to reheat the syrup so it drizzles in evenly.

For the cake:

1 ½ cups flour

2 tsp baking powder

A couple big ol’ shakes of cinnamon

¾ cups white sugar

¼ cups brown sugar (packed)

2 eggs and one separated egg yolk

½ cup milk

¾ cup butter

¼ cup rum

A hearty dash of vanilla

Zest of a few oranges

A little more cinnamon and sugar to sprinkle on top

Preheat oven to 325 F. Sift together flour, cinnamon, and baking powder. Mix together milk, vanilla, zest and rum; allow to come to room temp. Beat room temp butter in mixer or by hand, slowly adding the white and brown sugar until fluffy. Add the eggs and the extra yolk and beat until combined. While beating, stir in alternating pours of the flour and milk mixtures, mixing each until just combined (don’t overbeat!). Pour into a greased pan.

Bake for 40-50 minutes, gauging completeness with a dry knife poked into the center. Cool for ten minutes before upending from the pan. Drizzle with hot syrup, if using, and sprinkle with extra cinnamon and sugar.

I like this with a mint and basil tea for fortune or a rum-spiked peppercorn coffee for a year of renewed energy. Combine it with a little brewing magic (and maybe some bath magic, if you REALLY wanna spoil yourself) and welcome in good vibes!

Prosperity spell candle.
-green candle (or any color of your choosing)
-coins for money representation
-green aventurine for positivity and perseverance
-lemon verbena herb for strength
- bay leaf to write name of one in need on for the wish
After adding the coins, stone and herbs, light the candle, crush the bay leaf and sprinkle into candles fire. I also carved the good fortune rune onto the candle. If meant for a friend or someone else you can give the candle to them and tell them to light it when ever they need a boost. ^_^

anonymous asked:

do you have/ are following a prompt list for this year's inktober?

I personally haven’t decided if I’ll participate and/or what prompt list I’d follow just yet, but I aaaam admittedly thinking about it.. I haven’t ever done a full inktober set properly (my love potion comic was a bit of a deviation off the prompt but hey) Either way, here!

Halloween theme inktobers:

Note: If you do halloween themed ones, please be sure to avoid doing any harmful/disrespectful caricatures, such as g*psies/’fortune tellers’, green hook-nosed “witch hazel” style witches, native american “costumes”, etc… stick to generic vampires and werewolves!


A lot of people will pick and choose from these and create their own unique prompt-list in preparation for it, which I think is super cool too!

Find a Reason to Save Me - Derek Hale

Request: From @heyitsmaddyyx
An imagine where the reader and Derek are best friends and when Kate turns him into a teenager he only remembers you and is really overprotective of you.

word count: 1628

I am so sorry if this is not what you expected. I am not the greatest and tried really hard to write something decent. To be honest, I also don’t really remember a lot from the episodes when Derek was turned into a teenager. (Yeah, call me a fake fan, I can deal with it.) mostly because I really do not like Kate and I was a bit annoyed that they replaced Tyler with some twelve year old (no hate to Ian, but, if you compare him to Tyler then…) + my style of writing is really weird, I realised. 
But I hope you still like it… at least a bit. 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

It has been months since Derek disappeared, and when the pack finally found out where he could have been, I wasn’t allowed to go. Because I was “human” and “couldn’t protect myself”. Well, I call that BS.  

Stiles is just as human as me. The only reason why he got to go to Mexico is because he is Scott’s best friend. Well, I am Derek’s best friend. Somehow I have the feeling that Derek would appreciate more to see me than him.

The worst thing is that i didn’t even know they were planning to go to Mexico, until the very day they were leaving. By then, it was already too late and I couldn’t go.

The pack was already gone for more than a week. I was starting to get a bit nervous. What if something happened to them? What if Roscoe broke down in the middle of the desert? I would be all alone here.

I was sitting on my bed, reading a book. It was already getting late, so I decided to put it down. Right at the moment that I put my head on my pillow, my phone vibrated on my night table. I picked it up at light speed and read the message.

Scotty-Doo:  We are coming home. Everyone is alive…including Derek.

When I read that, I almost started to cry. I immediately called up Scott.


“Oh, hey, (Y/N).”

“What took you so long. I didn’t hear anything from anyone for over a week! Where is Derek? Can I talk to him?”

“Oh, he’s sleeping.”

“WHat happened to him?”

“I think it will be better to tell you in person.  We’ll be there in a few hours.” and he hung up. I wanted to scream. How dare he to block me out on everything and then still keep me waiting. For the rest of the night, I couldn’t even close my eyes. The only thing I could think about was Derek. Where had he been this whole time?

The next morning, I went to the Sheriff Station. It would probably be the first place where the pack would stop by. Stiles would have to go see his dad.

Just like I predicted, in front of the station, was one car: a light blue jeep. I could feel my face getting redder from the anger. They didn’t even call me to tell me they were home.

I opened the door and walked in. I said hello to the woman behind the desk and she simply told me that the boys were with the Sheriff. I thanked her and walked to the back. The door to the office of the sheriff was closed, but I was sure that mr. stilinski was angry. Scott and Stiles were faced with their backs to me. They were standing up, but there was someone else with them. A boy was sitting on the small couch in the office. From the part of him that I could see, I could make out that he was probably the same age as us and had black hair.

I knocked on the door. The boys turned around and looked at me as if I was a ghost.

“Hello boys.” I walked into the office. The two morons still didn’t speak to me. They exchanged small looks to each other and then looked to the boy who was still sitting on the couch.

When I turned around, I thought about a lot of things that I could have found there. None of them were even close to who I saw there.



“You’re so young.”

“What do you mean?”  he stood up. Normally he would be at least a head taller than me, but now, he was even an inch or two shorter. I didn’t answer his question. Instead, I gripped Scott and Stiles by their shirts and pulled them out of the office. I walked with them to the holding cells in the back of the building. Fortunately there was nobody being held in there.

“What the hell is happening? I thought you said he was okay!”

“I never said that,” Scott looked at the ground awkwardly, “I said that everybody was alive.”

“You two are unbelievable,” I groaned.

“But you love us.” Stiles smiled. “No,” I simply answered, “I actually hate you right now. What the hell happened to him?”

“We don’t know. We just found him like that.”

“Okay, where did you find him?”

“Inside a wall in an ancient temple,” Stiles rushed.

“Excuse me! Did you just say inside a wall!?”  

“In an ancient temple, yes.” Stiles added, not really helping his case. I literally wanted to strangle them.

“Can you fix this? Because I don’t know if I can live with teenage Derek again.”  

“The girls are working on it with Peter.”

“WIth Peter!”

“Yes, do you have to repeat everything we say?” Stiles said annoyed.

“Yes, this way you could maybe realise how stupid this plan sounds!”  

After some more time of arguing, we walked back to the sheriff’s office. To our surprise, Derek wasn’t there anymore.

“Wait, where is he?”  I looked around the big room where all the other officers were working.  He was nowhere to be seen.  

“He said that he was going home,”  mr Stilinski said from behind his desk.

“Dad,” Stiles spoke up, “He doesn’t have a home.”  


“Derek!”  I shouted from behind the steel netting. I shouted his name a few more times, but he ignored me.

“Derek! Get out of there, now!”  I hit my hand on the netting, and accidentally cut my hand on a sharp end. “Oh, fuck. Au,” I mumbled to myself.

Derek immediately turned around. I don’t know how he heard me, because I barely heard what I said, but it was probably the werewolf hearing… or the smell of blood. Which was flowing pretty fast from my arm.

“Are you okay?”  Derek asked. I didn’t even realise he walked over to me.

“Uhm, yeah.”  

“You sure?”  

“Yes! But that doesn’t matter. What the hell are you doing here?”

“My house was here! What happened to it? Where is my family?” He jumped over the big fence and landed casually next to me.

“You don’t know?”  

“I don’t know wha-”

“Hey, what are you two doing here? This is building terrain!” we turned around to see a man walking towards us. Derek immediately stepped in front of me. I stepped to the side, but he just took a step to the left too.

“This was my house! What happened to it,” he yelled to the over 6 feet tall man. It could have been intimidating if Derek of now would have yelled at him, but this was the fifteen year old Derek.

“Clearly it wasn’t your house. That old thing burned down years ago.” the man laughed.

“You’re lying!”

“Derek, we should go.” I tried to calm him down.

“No!” he turned around quickly. His eyes were bright yellow. I flinched at his quick and sudden movement. Once he realised how he had reacted towards me, Derek took a step back. I looked into his eyes. Why were they yellow?  How was this possible? I could remember the night when they changed.  

“We - I’m sorry. We were already leaving.” Derek grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. He only let go of me once we were by my car. Actually, I pulled my hand away from him after various attempts.

“Never do that to me again.” I told him.

“I didn’t want him to get any weird ideas.”

“I’m not even gonna react on that,” I said, opening the door to my car. Derek opened the passenger’s door a few seconds later. I quickly started the car and drove off. The whole ride back to the city was silent. I didn’t want to talk to him, and he clearly didn’t know what to say to me.

At one point, I had to stop the car at a red light. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. That, and the silent hum of the engine, were the only sounds in the car. But Derek probably heard much more. Like my heart, for example, which was beating faster than it should. It was beating full of anger.

After the light turned green I drove for a couple of seconds just to stop at another light. Now, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Do you think that I can’t take care of myself?”

“No! Of course not.” Derek shook his head.

“Then why did you treat me like that back there?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know,” I rolled my eyes at his answer. “Obviously you don’t know.”

“I suppose it was like an instinct, or something”  

“An instinct? To what, act like an asshole.” by that time, the light had already turned green. Fortunately there was nobody else on the street, so we weren’t holding anyone up.

“Well, I’m sorry I wanted to protect you.” Derek crossed his arms and hang in his seat.

“I’m not mad at you for protecting me. But if you do it, find a reason to do it.” I gave him a small smile.

“I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” I laughed, “where should I drop you off?”

“At… Stiles’ place.” he said a bit unsure. I laughed in my head at the thought of Derek and Stiles sharing a room for more than ten minutes. As I did that, I took a turn or two, until we had reached our destination that was the Stilinski household.

“Alright then. Here we are,” I stopped the car, “and I promise that if I need someone to save me, I’ll call you, Superman.”

“Very funny.”

“I know. I know.”