The three fold law in magick is real, spirit animals are not native american, Jesus is lord, your altar probably is a cheap-ass raggedy thing, your tarot readings don't mean anything, your Gods are straight, cis, white, and able, you're going to hell, you're probably not queer, you probably live in your mom's basement, and you are a bleeding, pus filled cunt. Have a nice day.
For someone who believes in the threefold law, you sure just said a bunch of mean and untruthful things. Take care that the universe doesn’t decide to return that sentiment to you threefold.
Fortunately, I don’t believe in the threefold law, so: Troll hafi þik ok þína vini.
bake a cake from scratch. ride a horse. drive a submarine. speak a second language. dance. catch a fish. play an instrument. throw a punch. build a deck. ice skate. unclog a drain. program a computer. change a flat tire. fire a gun. sew. juggle. play poker. paint. fly a kite. sculpt. write poetry. change a diaper. sing. shoot a bow & arrow. ride a bike. swim. sail a boat. do a back flip. play chess. give CPR. pitch a tent. flirt. stitch a wound. read palms. use chopsticks. write in cursive/calligraphy. use an electric drill. braid hair. make a campfire. make a mixed drink. do Sudoku puzzles. wrap a gift. give a good massage. jump-start a car. roll their tongue. magic tricks. do yoga. tie a tie. skip a rock. shuffle a deck of cards. read morse code. pick a lock
Mein Mädchen ist vom Stamm der Zedern. Zimmert Mir einen Sarg aus Zedernholz. So werd ich Die Ruhstatt haben, die mir ziemt. Ich werde Gleichsam auf ewig in den Armen schlummern Des Mädchens, das vom Stamm der Zedern ist.
Samuel stops cold. He can hear his pulse pounding in his ears at the shout. He was only trying to hug, possibly cuddle his boyfriend. Hafi looks like he really needs it. Samuel always tries to comfort Hafi when he needs it. Tries to make him feel safe from whatever plagues him. Samuel never thought he would end up being one of those things though.
He takes a few slow steps back, his arms that were open to wrap around the taller male instead wrap around his chest. He begins to hunch in apprehension. His tail, always moving, goes limp and still. Tears form in his red eyes. “Ha-Hafi… I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-I… had no control. I swear. I…ya know I wouldn’t hurt you… don’t you?” he asks, nearly pleading for this to be true. It wasn’t his fault! He didn’t want to hurt Hafi! Ever!
Samantha looks over at her close friend. For the first time she is hesitating on providing information. It is not like she has never provided this information before. She did this once before with her parents. She is not ashamed or disturbed by it. It is information, a collection of facts.
The only reason she hesitates is because of her brother. Samuel has emotions tied into these facts and even though she does not understand them herself, she tries to take them into consideration. Samuel also has emotions in connection with the man before him. He is closer to the twins then most that reside here and is even closer to Samuel. Perhaps he should have that information. Despite her brother’s fear that Hafi will do like the rest and express the desire to no longer be affiliated with them. If he is to possibly remain close, he should have all the information concerning those he is spending time with. To know the risks.
“Very well. But we need to have this conversation in the absence of others,” she replies, finally giving in.
the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces⋆ open spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ lack of noise ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ insects ⋆ disease ⋆ falling