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Problems with the Witchblr Community

There are some serious fucking problems occurring on this website, like:

  1. Peoples’ grimoires are way too artistic. Like seriously you all need to tag that shit like “hey this may trigger you because this Van Gogh beautifully-crafted art style might blind you and gush your morality with its beauty and cause your perspective of your own grimoire/BOS to wilt like a flower on fire”. I don’t take the time to even update my BOS, never mind decorate it with these gorgeous illustrations.
  2. The quality of pictures are way too high. I don’t know where people are getting all these professional cameras. Like I take pictures with my phone or shitty Samsung and post them, and I know I wouldn’t even reblog that shit, the quality is way too low. This results in a standard of high quality Instagram-worthy pictures that is too high for me to keep up with, y’all need to lower your photography skills.
  3. Peoples’ altars are too perfectly positioned in the sunlight, like bathing in the holiness of the sun or moon and washing any of vestige of mortality away from that spot. This kinda weaves into the photography complaint but basically, y’all stop being so artsy.
  4. Digital sigils are too easily and perfectly displayed. I don’t know how people make those sigils, it’s like an elusive angelic society that just sprinkles down talent and useful spells like falling stars. Seriously y’all need to post a how-to on that shit because I don’t have a tablet and just take pictures of hand-drawn sigils, but even those who post their hand-drawn sigils draw them incredibly better than I draw my sigils. 
  5. The witches on this site are way too creative. They’re all thinking of tips and techniques I never thought of before, and it makes everyone else feel dumb because they didn’t think of them first.
  6. Pretty much every witch on this site seems to have a green thumb. They say taking care of plants doesn’t require a green thumb, but I beg to differ because pretty much every plant I own dies. Like I don’t know if it’s because I’m a death witch and am literally radiating death energy, but I can’t keep plants alive for my own life. Green witches gotta share their real secrets, HOW are you keeping your plants alive.
  7. Then there are some problems like elitism, transphobia, homophobia, racism, nazism, blatant disrespect for peoples’ religions and cultures, the hatred with which we argue, and the fear that I’m always being scrutinized and that no matter what I say extreme SJWs will cherry-pick the things I say and misconstrue my argument into something i never said in the first place so i might as well just not even say my opinion on anything which i’m doing right now so i’ll just shut up and continue the joke
  8. The spooky and ethereal Witch Aesthetic™ is too on point. All the hanging herbs and lit candles and smoke from incense are too entrancing and immediately calm my mood and cause me to daydream about the eloquence of the witchy aesthetic. It’s too romanticized. It causes me to enjoy my own craft too much, and I reblog too many of them. We need to cut those down by a bunch.

Just had to get that off my chest.

Tip if you live with room mates or parents:

Make your bedroom your SANCTUARY. Make a place you want to go to at the end of the day to relax, having a dirty room is so stressful. And I get it, you sit there and stare at it, but don’t tackle the clutter because it’s overwhelming. My advice, just start somewhere. Even if it takes you a few days. GET RID OF STUFF YOU DON’T NEED. Minimize your belongings. (Read DO LESS by Rachel Jonat. It has seriously changed my view on organization and clutter and has opened my habits and my mind to minimalism) I donate all of my unused but salvageable goods to thrift stores, because keeping them around to try and sell them can cause you to continue to be overwhelmed.
Then, once you’re room is cleaned, let your bed be your bed. It’s for sleeping and lounging only. Try to get a good desk for homework and study.
Then for decorations
GET COZY SHEETS, CANDLES, FAIRY LIGHTS, drape tulle or tapestries along your walls or ceilings with push pins or command hooks. (Small Holes in walls are easy to fix by yourself btw, just do a quick google search.)
Get a cozy comforter and comfy pillows. If you have an uncomfortable mattress, get a comfy foam mattress topper (@ target for $12) to help. Keep a little tray that you can lay your night time goodies on. Mine has a lavender pillow spray, a wide tooth comb, water bottle, Vaseline (I put it on my lips, lashes and brows before bed), and my notebook in case I have any wild ideas I want to jot down during the night.
Keep a catch all try by your door. Lay your keys, sunglasses, watch, etc. there, so you know where they are when you’re rushing out the door. Also, have a place to put your purse. If you can’t put a hook on the wall to hang it up, get an over the door hook hanger from Walmart. (I love this thing because I keep my purse, school bag, fave Nike hat and umbrella there, and I always know where I put them.
Use things like white boards, calendars, and pin boards to keep yourself organized, and design yourself a motivational vision board.
ORGANIZE YOUR DRESSER. Keep socks, undies, bras, tights in the top drawer, then shirts, then pants. But if you can, hang up tips that you know will get wrinkles easy.
Put a cozy rug in your room to keep your feet warm, but don’t forget to clean it, because if you have pets it will start to stink.
Keep clutter off your bed and DIRTY CLOTHES IN THE HAMPER. I don’t care if you need 3 hampers, idc if you need 3 hampers for dirty clothes and 2 for clean clothes, just KEEP THEM OFF THE FLOOR.
Play some chill music while you just hanging out. Light your candles, sit back, and enjoy your beautiful chill room.

hogwarts houses & autumn aesthetics

gryffindor. the crackling of fire; roasted marshmallows; loud laughs; soft pillows; socked feet; burning your tongue while sipping a hot drink too quickly; jumping in coloured piles of leaves; the smell of cinnamon, orange and chocolate; hair blowing wildly in the wind; oversized sweaters; listening to loud music through headphones; baking with friends and laughing hysterically at the mess you create; watching stars from the rooftop; lying on the floor in a moment of deep thought

ravenclaw. watching people through foggy windows in cafes; overthinking; clouds of warm breath in the cold air; the cold crisp of air against your face; cups of hot coffee in the morning; listening to the hammering of the rain against the window, or the roof; wrapping up in soft blankets; silent chuckles; hidden smiles; the sound of pages turning; soft scarves; muttering something under your breath while concentrating; loose ponytails; deep conversations at night; paint in warm colours; tired yawns; falling stars

hufflepuff. messy buns; the sound of crunching leaves under your boots; knotted cardigans; wide smiles; star gazing; deep sighs; soft socks; rosy cheeks; fluffy earmuffs; vanilla scented candles; hanging fairy lights everywhere; warm and long hugs; hot chocolate with marshmallows; pumpkin carving; staying in bed just a little bit longer; flower crowns; sunny mornings; walking around with flowers in your jeans pockets; delighted laughs; capturing the last rays of sun with a vintage camera; intertwined fingers; cuddles

slytherin. cold fingertips; walking through the woods; inhaling the cold air at night; content smiles; the feeling you get when you can finally lay in bed after a shitty day; pressing your forehead against a cold window; combat boots and oversized coats; dark lip colours; the flickering of candle light in the darkness; misty mornings; black tea; leather gloves; deep, husky voices; amused smirks; walking barefoot on a cold, wooden floor; black, wide-brimmed hats and vintage sunglasses 

exo as types of housemates


• he keeps the apartment clean and tidy

• does a full clean of the apartment once a week

• gets annoyed when his housemates leave dirty dishes in the sink too long

• bought a box to put the dirty dishes in. if they’re not washed and put away within his given time frame…he’ll throw them away

• writes a lot of passive aggressive notes and leaves them everywhere

• early bird. by the time everyone wakes up he would have finished his morning jog, showered, eaten breakfast, fed his cat, washed the dishes, made his bed and is ready to go to work

• always sleeps before 10 pm


• mum. nags a lot but also shows you lots of love 

• bought a whiteboard for the living room. wrote reminders, the weekly chores roster, encouragements, weekly menu and to do lists on it

• wine enthusiast. has an impressive wine collection. drinks a glass every night (borderline addict) 


• loves hosting dinner parties

• loves having wine and board game nights

• avid reader. has multiple full bookcases in the apartment


• kind and gentle

• enjoys growing cute little succulents and cacti on the windowsills and desks 

• has a love hate relationship with a pigeon who lives outside his bedroom window

• can be a bit absent minded sometimes. forgets to put the milk and butter back in the fridge occasionally (apologises profusely)

• decorates the apartment with cozy touches (eg. soft blankets on the couch, hanging fairy lights, buying candles and buying fresh flowers for the coffee/dining table)

• can be a phantom some days. his housemates know he’s still here by his plates and cup being washed and drying in the rack. he’s usually holed up in his room working

• doesn’t mind cleaning after everyone once in a while but he gently reminds them to do it themselves so the apartment isn’t infested with cockroaches and ants


• he always has music blasting from his room

• always starting DIY projects he saw on pinterest, facebook or tv shows. rarely finishes them. incomplete projects everywhere

• handy man. can do minor repairs

• a bit of a klutz. breaks dishes and cups sometimes. replaces them promptly

• has 5 bottles of bug spray distributed around the apartment (he hates bugs and spiders)

• cooks really well! his housemates rarely order in when he’s home (he loves cooking for people so it’s no biggie)

• enjoys creating daily vlogs to document his life


• you can hear youtube gameplay videos blasting from his room (esp. markiplier and jacksepticeye)

• leaves dirty dishes in the sink. when he runs out of dishes and utensils he has disposable plates and utensils in his room

• eats some of his housemate’s food without asking

• never throws out the trash when it’s full. proceeds to push his rubbish down further into the bin to make room

• “borrows” his housemate’s stuff and leaves a note saying he’ll give it back

• walks around naked sometimes

• night owl. watches movies late into the night or plays games until the early morning


• whines a lot over little things

• trolls his housemates a lot (sticky notes their room, wraps the toilet in glad wrap, puts cups of water on the floor of their bedroom etc…)

• always yelling from the toilet saying that he ran out of toilet paper

• bought a karaoke machine

• loves throwing parties for every occasion (birthdays, work promotions, halloween, new years etc…)

• always has a friend over visiting 

• in the end though, he really is a kind and reliable person who respects everyone’s wishes and feelings


• very sensible

• a little bit shy

• goes to culinary school so he is an amazing chef! everyone in the apartment looks forward to dinner when it’s his time to cook

• sings in the shower, when he’s tidying up, doing the dishes and laundry. his housemates always ask him to sing more but he’s shy

• has a big tea collection in the kitchen cupboard

• enjoys watching sitcoms with everyone (Friends, Seinfeld, Modern Family etc…)

• falls asleep on the couch a lot. His housemates tuck him in before they go to sleep


• sweet and fun

• animal lover. he already has 3 dogs but occasionally, random animals are in the apartment because he feels bad for the strays on the street

• tries to cook but his “recipes” are… odd 

• he’s a bit messy but if you ask him to do something he will have no problem in getting it done

• whenever he uses up the toilet paper he forgets to replace it with a new roll

• falls asleep in random areas around the house (against the wall, dinner table, couch, floor etc…)

• he sleeps in such a deep slumber and looks so comfy that his housemates feel bad for waking him up (they do just cover him in a blanket if he’s sleeping somewhere soft)


• pays his part of the bills late

• always leaves the toilet seat up

• he’s that guy who nearly finishes all the milk/juice except for a few mls. he then proceeds to put the carton back in the fridge (why can’t he just use it all and throw it out?!)

• doesn’t do any chores until someone actually asks him or scolds him

•needy. he’ll just enter one of his housemate’s room and lies on their bed while bothering them

• enjoys having movie marathons with his housemates

• interested in fashion. goes clothes shopping twice a week. leaves clothes everywhere. has a huge pile of laundry in his room

Hell on Earth: Too Good (Part 2)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester, Crowley 

Length: 2295+ words

TW: Mentions of Torture, Rape, Child Abuse, Child Soldiers, Etc.

A/N: Nothing, but cute fluff here! 

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6

Sam walked into the kitchen, laptop in hand. “So get this-“

“Let Garth send someone else,” Dean cut him off, taking a big gulp of his coffee.

“Dean, it sounds like demons.”

The eldest Winchester shrugged.

Sam eyed his brother, and took a seat in front of him. “I know you don’t want to leave Y/N in the bunker, but-“

“We’re not leaving her. End of story, Sam.”

“We can take her with us.”

“No,” Dean said sharply. “This is not up for debate.”

Sam sighed, knowing he wouldn’t get anywhere with his overprotective brother. He had someone else to take care of now, and his instinct to protect was showing more than ever. So, he made his way to Y/N’s room, hoping she could understand his perspective better than his brother did. He walked to the hall, bumping into someone on the way.

“Oh, Y/N! I was just about to see you,” Sam said with a smile.

She looked at his like a deer in the headlights. Eyes wide with fear, and her body shaking. She immediately stumbled a few steps back. “I- I’m sorry! I-I di-didn’t mean to- P-Please don’t hu-hurt me!”

Sam looked confused for a bit, wondering why she was so terrified of him bumping into her when he realized she must have heard the conversation. “It’s okay,” he said softly and calmly. “You’re not in trouble.”

“What’s going on here?” Dean asked, walking past his brother, and leaning down to the girl’s figure. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

She shook her head, fleeing it to her room.

“Dammit, Sam. What happened?”

“I think she was listening to our conversation, and thought she would be in trouble when I caught her.”

“Dammit,” Dean cursed, running his hand through his hair. “She’ll never leave her bedroom now.”

“Dean, I’m sure-“

Dean didn’t wait to hear the rest of what his brother had said, he followed Y/N to her room. He knocked on the door a few times before calling out for her, "Y/N? I’m coming in.” He slowly opened the door, not wanting to startle her. The room was empty, but he could hear sniffles from the small closet. “Y/N, I’m gonna open the closet door, okay? I’m not going to hurt you.” He opened the closet door, his heart breaking when he saw her figure stuffed at the corner, making herself as small as possible. “Oh, sweetheart. It’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you.” He went on his knees, opening his arms. “I’m going to get you out, okay? It’s not good for you to stay in here.”

“N-No,” she cried, shaking her head.

“Okay, okay.” Dean quickly retreated back. “I’m going to stay here. You can come out when you’re ready, okay?” He leaned on the slab of wall beside the closet, his hand purposely inside the small room for her to take when she’s ready. After a few minutes of small sniffles, he called her again. “Y/N?”

She didn’t answer, but he felt her warm hands grasp his fingers. Dean smiled, taking her hand in his, and helping her up from the closet.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Y/N nodded, wiping the rest of the tears from her face with her free hand. Dean moved his hand to wrap around her shoulders, leading her to the kitchen once again.

“You still need to eat.” He brought over a plate of food, and placed it in front of her.

“You should go,” she said quietly, putting a small amount of eggs into her mouth.

“What was that?” Dean asked, missing her words.

“That hunt. You should go,” she repeated. “I can stay here.”

Dean sighed. “I don’t want to leave you alone just yet.”

“I will be good. I will stay here. I won’t touch anything. I won’t go anywhere. I will be good.”

Dean’s eyebrows were furrowed. Her speech sounded too perfect, as if she’s been rehearsing the same sentences for years. His face softened when he realized she must’ve rehearsed when she was still with the demon. “I’m not worried about you doing anything bad,” he said slowly, reaching out to grab her hand. “I’m worried if you will be okay by yourself.”

She titled her head, not understanding. “O… Okay?”

“If I leave I’m going to be worried if you’ll be safe, if you’ll eat and drink enough, if you’ll sleep well- things like that.”

“I will be okay.” She squeezed his hand, and smiled.

But, Dean was sure she wasn’t going to be okay. So later when she retreated back to her room, he approached Sam.

“I’m not going to leave her alone,” Dean said. “Call Garth, tell him to call someone to go with you.”


“End of discussion.”

“What are you afraid of? The bunker is the safest place in the world!” Sam exclaimed, exasperated at his brother’s stubbornness.

“What am I afraid of? This girl has gone through hell, and was raised to be invisible. The first night here, we had to convince her to eat because she was never allowed to eat. Do you think she’ll eat if we’re gone?”

“We can bring her with us.”

Dean scoffed. “And risk her getting kidnapped by demons again? They’re going to take her for leverage once they see us with her, and I am not taking that risk.”

“Look, I care about her too, but we can’t just ignore our job out there!”

“OUR job, Sam?! Our job is never going to end. You think if we kill those demons, we’ll be done?”

“What about those innocent people-”

“What about Y/N?”

“I’m just saying, Dean-” Sam cut himself off when he saw her by the door, eyes wide with fear.

Dean must have noticed his brother’s attention diverted somewhere else. “Y/N, go back to your room. You don’t need to hear this.”

“I think she can speak for herself,” Sam argued.

“There’s nothing to discuss.”

“Please, just go,” she begged. “I will be good, I promise.”

Dean turned to face her, his eyes and posture were non-threatening. “Sweetheart-”

“Please, Dean?” She was pleading with him to go. She hated the fact that she was putting a wedge between the brothers. “I will be good. I’ll eat, and sleep.”


She nodded. “I promise.”

“Fine, but I’m calling you everyday.” He turned to face Sam. “We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

Sam nodded, knowing now was not the time to argue with his brother any longer. The eldest Winchester left the room, leaving her with the hazel eyed man. He gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, Y/N. I really do care about you.”

“I understand,” she mumbled, keeping her head down. 

“We’ll be back before Thankgiving. I promise.” He ruffled her hair, smiling down at her, and she knew he was sincere about his intentions. 

She nodded, offering him a smile before leaving his room so he could pack.

The boys said their goodbyes, and she waved them off, sighing a breath of relief once the door slammed closed.

You know what you have to do now. 

The voice told her, and she nodded mindlessly. She went to her room, grabbing her backpack, throwing in a few clothes- not wanting to take too much, and left the bunker. She knew she was holding back the brother by staying with them, so she ran. There was no way she could say with them. They were going to grow to hate her, and hurt her- like everyone else.


That night when Dean called you, you were on a deserted park. He told you they had arrived at their destination, and you told him that you were just reading some books from the library. Your heart stuttered when he asked you what you ate, and you remembered the bread in the pantry, so you told him you made a sandwich. He seemed satisfied with the answer, and left you alone. You slept for a few hours in the park, and left before dusk. You had no destination in mind. You were just walking aimlessly around. Dean called in the morning, but you ignored him, picking up only near noon when you made an excuse that you overslept. He again asked what you were going to eat, and you told him you were going to finish the other half of the sandwich.

“Y/N, dear,” a voice interrupted your train of thought.

Your skin crawled, but you relaxed when you turned to see who it was. “Crowley!”

“What are you doing out here?” he asked. “Why are you not at the bunker?”

“I ran away,” you answered quietly, looking at the ground.

“Why?” He walked over so he could lift your chin with his finger. “What did those boys do?!”

“N-Nothing!” you answered quickly. “Please don’t be mad at them!”

“Why the hell didn’t they stop you from leaving?”

“They don’t know… They’re on a case.”

“So they left you alone?!”

“Dean calls me everyday, and Sam texts me to keep me company.” You pointed to your phone.

Crowley sighed, knowing that it probably wasn’t an easy decision for Dean to have left you alone. “C’mon, you’re staying with me. Squirrel and Moose will have a heart attack once they realize that you’re not in the bunker.”

“I shouldn’t.” You shook your head, biting on your bottom lip. I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not. Now c’mon.” With a snap of his finger, you were underground. You took in your new surroundings, seeing the bricked walls, with candles hanging from them, and you whimpered in fear. “What’s wrong?”

“This is where they tortured me.”

“Nothing is going to hurt you anymore. Look at me,” he instructed softly.

Your eyes met his, and he smiled.

“I promise you, nothing will hurt you anymore. Not while I’m around, okay?”

You nodded, trailing behind him as he led you to a room. It was quite dark, but had a sense of home.

“You can stay here. If you need anything, you let me know, okay?”

So, you stayed there for a week, telling Dean that you were safe, and you were eating well. It wasn’t a complete lie, but not completely true either. Crowley would come, and spend some time with you, bringing different kinds of board games. He downloaded a few games on your phone as well, teaching you how to use it. He was surprised that the boys never taught you, but was happy that he could be the one to help you. Soon, these walls didn’t remind you of torture anymore. They reminded you of Crowley, and the different games he brought to you, not to mention, the food he brought. Unlike Dean, he never pushed you to eat more than you wanted to, or the voices wanted you to.

It’s been a week after you left when you got a phone call from Dean.

“Y/N, where the hell are you?!” he asked impatiently.

“I-In the bunker,” you replied.

“Bullshit. We’re here right now. I’ve ransacked the place, and you’re not here. So, I’m going to ask again, where are you?”

“With Crowley,” you replied in a small voice. 

There was a few heartbeat of silence before he spoke again. “Tell him to get his ass over here. Now.” 

Crowley put a hand on your shoulder. You blinked, and you were in the bunker again.

Dean was pacing in front of the couch where Sam was sitting, his fingers running through his hair.

“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist, Squirrel,” Crowley said with a hint of amusement, rolling his eyes. “Little bird is safe.”

You were hiding behind Crowley, hoping that Dean won’t be too mad at you. Dean took a step forward, but Crowley stopped him.

“You’re scaring her.”

Dean peered over Crowley’s figure, trying to get you to notice him. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly, opening his arms. “I’m not mad at you, Y/N. I just need to know you’re safe.”

You approached him hesitantly, standing in front of him, but not meeting his eyes. His fingers fluttered across your arms, as if to make sure you were physically there. He bent down, trying to meet your eyes.

“I’m not mad at you,” he repeated, offering you a smile. You smiled back, and he straightened his posture, acknowledging Crowley again. “Why the hell did you take her out of the bunker?”

“I didn’t.” Crowley shrugged.

Your eyes widened in fear, you shook your head, begging him not to tell Dean.

“I’m sorry, little bird, but they have the right to know.”

“The hell is going on?” Dean demanded.

“Little bird ran away from the bunker.”

“What? Why?”

Crowley looked at you expectantly, seeing as he never forced the answer out of you.

“I didn’t wanna bother you guys anymore,” you answered quietly. “So I left.”

“And, I found her wandering around the city.”

“You could’ve gotten hurt, Y/N,” Sam said in a disappointed tone.

“Speak for yourself- I would never let her get hurt,” Crowley hissed. “I took her back to hell.” He paused. “Well that didn’t sound as nice as it did in my head.”

Your face brightened, and you nodded. “Crowley played games with me! He taught me how to play!”

“I’m glad you had fun, love, but you have to stay here now.” Crowley patted your head. “You’re safer here now.”

Your face fell, and you frowned.

“I promise I’ll visit.” He kissed the top of your head, and snapped, leaving you with the boys.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, lowering your head once more.

“You really scared us,” Sam lectured, kneeling down in front of you so he could look into your eyes. “And you’re not being a burden by staying with us. You don’t have to leave for that reason.”

“Sweetheart, we just want you to be safe, and we can’t keep you safe unless we know where you are,” Dean added. 

“I understand.” You nodded your head in compliance.

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All We Do (Sherlock x reader) Part6

Summary: Desires are revealed and plans are set in motion for a future Sherlock could never have foreseen. 

A/N: People have mentioned to me that my chapters are a little short and I’ve noticed too, so this one is actually two of the ones planned combined! I hope it being a lot longer is better! Feed back is always appreciated! 😘

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five | Part six | Part seven | Part eight | Part nine | Part ten

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Another de-aged Alan Rickman in the role of Severus Snape.

I did this one a while ago and it was a request i got from someone on Tumblr.

If you’ve seen this picture float around before you’ve likely found my main blog but since i am using this blog to release the other pictures i am editing i figured i should post this one here as well and i actually worked on it a little more since posting it last time.

The original picture is a behind the scenes picture.

or at least that is what i assume judging by the candles hanging from the ceiling with strings.


references used: Alan Rickman in Barchester Chronicles and Mesmer.

Feedback as per usual is always welcome.


Parfait house part5 - library room

#door  #bench window  #girl neon sign  #fireplace  #hanging candle  #lace table  #deco blazer  #curtain  #suitcase table  #chair  #hanging  feathers  #white bird cage  #beer & taiwanese food  #hanging planter  #deco stove & pot  #bookcase  #oreo  #table cloth  #cushion  #white ladder  #clip paper  #deco box  #vacuum  #brick walls  #lemon bag  #white living chair  #rug  #vintage fan  #white tray  #ceiling lamp

machinewithoutfeelings  asked:

1, Phichit

Phichit just moved back home from Detroit, so he’s staying with his parents and his spinster aunt (who owns an evil green parrot). Slowly he’s reclaiming his bedroom, which his mom and aunt were converting into a sewing room while he was away. 

Phichit loves photography, so he’s got several really nice prints of like the riverfront in Detroit, and some fantastic shots of the Fox theater, the Wurlitzer building, grafitti & overall urban decay. Some of it he’s actually bothered to hang, but boy also has like a few grand in professionally framed prints just propped up against his dresser to hang someday. 

Scented floral candles everywhere, a drying rack that’s perpetually filled with hang dry lularoe leggings that he keeps meaning to put back into his closet, lots of plushies, body pillows, and an impressive gachapon figure collection from japan (seriously once Yuuri moves home Phichit sends him “a list”) 

Elaborate hamster maze that goes throughout his bedroom of course. A book shelf filled with giant disney VHS clamshells (plus the king and the skater 1 & 2 of course) not to mention an old school crt television carefully balanced on top. 

Protective Paper Charm

piece of paper
hole puncher

  1. light candle 
  2. decorate the paper however you’d like, adding symbols or sigils that represent protection
  3. punch hole into paper
  4. thread string through the hole and tie
  5. gaze into the lit candle and meditate on this charm providing protection from negative energies and harm for you and your home
  6. when finished, snuff out the candle and hang the charm in your home, preferably above a doorway

anonymous asked:

Mark Twain with number 8 bedroom forts and everything alright.

8. bedroom forts and everything alight

from the reverie drabble challenge

thoughts: this was fun to write! especially the part with grammar where i decided grammar is for the weak  to ignore it


A rock tossed into the water, a clap of thunder in an otherwise calm night. The wind picks up, your voice almost lost on the grassy hillside. It’s nearly impossible to hear you - you are unsure if he even knows you are speaking to him.

“Do you remember when we were young?”

Gaze lowers, and an image flashes across your vision: empty porcelain teacups, used for anything but their intended purpose, blankets strewn about and hanging from haphazard perches, candles lit and fake and plastic but still painting the walls with a beautiful dance, laughter stifled and bodies lying shaking on the floor together and eyes fixed on the sticker constellations he had stuck to the ceiling the week before and hands close but not quite touching, merely brushing at times and apart at others, and he is speaking and you are listening and he draws a tale of heroic deeds and fantastical worlds like he always does and you love it, no, you love him -


- but not that way, never in that way.

“Neither do I.”


Have you ever heard of the Falleras Mayores?

In Valencia, Spain they hold an annual traditional celebration in commemoration of Saint Joseph. The term Falles refers to both the celebration and the monuments burnt during the celebration.

There are different conjectures regarding the origin of the Falles festival. One suggests that the Falles started in the Middle Ages, when artisans disposed of the broken artifacts and pieces of wood they saved during the winter by burning them to celebrate the spring equinox. Valencian carpenters used planks of wood called parots to hang their candles on during the winter, as these were needed to provide light to work by. With the coming of the spring, they were no longer necessary, so they were burned. Over time, and with the intervention of the Church, the date of the burning of these parots was made to coincide with the celebration of the festival of Saint Joseph, the patron saint of carpenters.

The five days and nights of Falles might be described as a continuous street party. There are a multitude of processions: historical, religious, and comedic. Crowds in the restaurants spill out into the streets. Explosions can be heard all day long and sporadically through the night. Everyone from small children to elderly people can be seen throwing fireworks and noisemakers in the streets, which are littered with pyrotechnical debris. The timing of the events is fixed, and they fall on the same date every year.

As part of this five day celebration there is a sort of, for lack of a better translation, a “Miss Falla” pageant where two Queens (Falleras Mayores) are chosen to be the official representatives of the whole Fallas. One is an adult, known as the “Fallera Mayor de Valencia,” and the other is a child, known as the “Fallera Mayor Infantil de Valencia.”

What does it have to do with historical costuming, you might ask?  The contestants for the Falla Queens, and the winners, along with their court, dress in elaborate18th Century costumes!

Who wants to go to Spain now? 

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You Are In Love - George Weasley

Request: So this actually wasn’t requested I just came up with the idea after I saw Taylor Swift in concert and I just got chills and all that stuff, so I got the idea on writing this George Weasley imagine based off of the Taylor Swift song “You Are In Love”. Alison is the main character and I’m just going simple and basing her looks after Taylor Swift, sorry!! I’ll be switching Pov’s throughout. Xx


“One look, dark room
Meant just for you
Time moved too fast
You play it back
Buttons on a coat
Lighthearted joke
No proof, not much
But you saw enough”

6 Years Ago

The annual trip to Hogsmeade had finally arrived for the students of Hogwarts making a mass chaos amongst the school at students scurried off on their own around the village on their own course. Some ventured into the never ending aisles of Zonko’s Joke Shop or raided through Honeydukes for sweets of all sorts, while others found themselves at a table for two with their lover in Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop on a romantic date.

Hogsmeade looked like a scene from a perfect Christmas movie; the little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were vibrant holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees giving off a magical vibe (not that it wasn’t already magical enough with witches and wizards roaming around the grounds); there were people with award winning smiles stamped on their faces as if they were having the time of their lives.

For Alison and her tight knit group of friends, they were. Alison was in her 4th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a Ravenclaw student, sharper and brighter than most in her grade, although not all. She tried hard to get exquisite grades but was far from an overachiever. The girls were all huddled around a circular wooden table chatting amongst themselves and watching the endless stream of students venture in and out of the make shift restaurant. The Three Broomsticks was usually labeled as a bar but had been altered due to the school time trip.

The light seeping into the miniature windows lining the inside walls of the infamous Three Broomsticks was highly limited. Darkness overtook a great deal of the popular dine in but no one paid much attention seeing as they were used to the lack of brightness. Alison pressed her plump lips flat against the frozen mug of butter beer she held closely in her hands to keep from having to join in on the conversations her friends were involved with. She wasn’t one for gossip and tend to lean out of it, dreading the thought that people most likely talked that way about her behind her back as well.

The group of Ravenclaw girls were all on the edge of their seats, though played it off fairly well, as they waited for a certain rowdy group of Gryffindor boys to stroll in. Annabelle, the head of the friends, had invited the devilishly charming boys to meet them for lunch but Alison doubted they would even show. This particular group of boys included Jeff McPhesen, Steve Newel, Dean Thompson, Lee Jordan, and the highly talked about pranking duo known as the Weasley Twins. In no way was Alison familiar with any of these Gryffindor students… not even in the slightest but she had seen them around. Frankly, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have a crush on a certain red headed twin. Alison had never spoken a single word to George Weasley but spent her years admiring him from afar, but keeping it strictly to her own thoguhts.  

Jamie Litwin, better yet Alison’s non-blood related sister, tapped her side lightly with her elbow tearing Ally free from her distant daydream. Caught off guard, Alison swung her head up managing to spill a good chunk of her sweet drink all over her long sleeve house shirt. The royal blue had shifted into a more navy blotchy mix as the liquid ran down in small trails. Jamie covered her mouth to keep from laughing too loudly, leaving her distressed friend to jump up in shock catching the rest of the girls’ attention.

“Oh my god Alison what did you do? Go get that cleaned up before the guys come!” Anabelle asked holding back a fit of giggles the other girls’ had long past tried to conceal. Alison shrugged still in a state of confusion and shook her shirt in attempt to air dry it but with no avail gave up pushing herself up from her spot maneuvered around the scattered chairs heading for the napkin dispenser.

Alison’s pov:
Great. Just absolutely peachy. I could feel the coldness of the beverage soaking through the material and touching the skin of my stomach. Cringing at the odd feeling, I made my way to the condiments table and plucked a chunk of napkins, dabbing them along the silk shirt hoping to rid of the blotch. The stain was starting to slim down making a pleasant grin creep onto my face unintentionally. I had only bought the shirt the week before and for as much of my ‘leisure money’ that I had spent on it, I was dead set that it would last me more than seven days.

Giving up on the half impossible task, I bent at my knees and threw the damp paper into the bin on the right and turned back around heading back for the table where all the girls sat laughing about god knows what and waving over to me. I frowned, giving a small wave of my hand and without checking my side view approached the table. As I grew closer to my near destination, I became a bit overwhelmed. Six extra chairs had now been occupied by six different boys, six extra people I had not been expecting to even show.

Giving a small nonchalant wave to the new additions, I repositioned myself at my previous spot and grew hot at the cheeks when I caught sight of George Weasley sitting next to me.

“Hey Alison, did you get everything out?” Jamie asked playfully. I could feel all eyes placed upon mine and I shook my head lightly with a small smile.

“No. I don’t think I ever will.” I mumbled shaking a bit, and half regretting not wearing more layers. At least I brought a jacket I suppose to cover up the mess I had made. Reaching around the back of the chair, I searched with my hand for the plaid jacket I wore to almost every other occasion. Finally setting my grip on the familiar material, I felt another hand come in contact with my own making me jump back and pull my hand away. George chuckled from beside me and smirked over at me,

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, but you seemed to be having a bit of trouble. I thought maybe I could help you. I’m George by the way, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from Jamie, but I’ve never really had the chance to say hello.” He admitted with a faint blush rising to his clear cheeks. He held up the jacket, opening the folds and giving a great deal of access to slip in my arms which he also aided me in. Once the coat was on my body I released my hair from being tucked under the collar and brushed a strand behind my ear.

“Thank you… that was really sweet. I’m Alison and it’s nice to meet you as well, I hope she spoke of good things about me. God only knows how much is true that she told you.” He shrugged in a relaxed fashion laughing to himself as he recalled all the quirky things Jamie had informed him about her close friend in hopes of setting the pair up. Leaning back into his seat and ignoring his brother whom was calling his name, George focused in on Alison lost for words when he caught sight of her sharp features, in a good way of course. Fred soon gave up coming to the realization he was getting nowhere and turned back to Jamie. The room was buzzing with conversations of all sorts, thousands of words being spit out at the second but I couldn’t have cared less about them.

“It’s no problem. I think we’re in the same Potions class, right? You sit towards the back and know the answer to almost everything I believe, I find that brilliant honestly. Intelligences is a major bonus.” He pondered, tilting his head to the side. Combing through my memories of the uninteresting class I remember the vaguely unforgettable original twins sitting three rows to the front of the class so Snape could keep a close eye on them. I nodded with a warm smile,

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we are and thanks most find it nagging and annoying. You and your brother were the ones that shaved Lee’s eyebrows off last week, right? I remember him coming to class cursing the both of your names!” It was true. The week before, apparently Fred, George and Lee Jordan had founds themselves all caught in a merciless pranking war and well, Lee in my point of view got the worst end of the stick. Fred and George had teamed up and hexed his eyebrows right off in his sleep, leaving him dazed and confused the next morning.

George threw his head back like a little kid (sorry I couldn’t help it), his contagious laughter ringing out through the whole establishment. I giggled at his happiness feeling myself warm up to the strange but enchanting boy, wanting to have a never ending conversation with him about anything. George traced his fingertip around his glass of bone chilling Pumpkin Juice.

“Yeah… I suppose that one went a little too far. It took us four days to remember how to grow them back on! He’s still got his knickers in a twist over it, don’t ya Jordan?” He hollered while the ticked off Lee flipped him the bird and returned to telling Jeff and Marie about the Quidditch match approaching. “But then again, I would be too. Or maybe not… I don’t exactly know. Do you prank much?” His eyes glued onto mine causing my heart to leap into my throat. No! I had never even imagined the thought of pranking an innocent soul in my life! What if I would be caught! What if they found out it was me and told a person of authority! What if they cried and I hurt their feelings!

Setting his glass down, George seemed to pick up on my facial expressions and grinned widely leaning all his weight onto his elbows. “So I’m going to take that as a huge no then?” I nodded slightly mortified with myself for not living on the edge. George most likely was unimpressed with my ‘rebelliousness’ since it didn’t even exists unlike his thrill junkie life.

“Well then I have a proposal. How about you and I go prank someone together. It doesn’t have to be anything huge an outrageous but maybe small and practical. Then someday when I’m famous for my wicked skills, you can tell everyone you got to carry out your first prank by my side. How does that sound?” My throat grew dry at the idea. It sounded so tempting but so unlike my personality at the same time… but that’s almost what made it sound so appealing! I glanced over at my friends who were all too deep in talks to notice that I would be missing for a while and nodded over at the twinkling eyed Gryffindor.

“Sure, why not.” Without warning, George reached down and laced his hand thoughtfully in mine and helped escort me out of my seat.

“I like it, you’re taking a risk you little daredevil!” He teased pushing the chair in and leaving the table no caring to give the others any insight on our devious plans. Tugging me along through the smallish crowd of people, George held the exit door open for me leading us into an array of snow and winding flakes of pure white. The coldness filled my lungs and I held back the cough scratching its way up my throat by wrapping the knitted scarf tightly around my neck. George rushed over in front of my path and helped button the coat up from the bottom to the top seeing as I had forgotten to do it when we were located in the warm comforts of The Three Broomsticks only moments before. I thanked him softly which he merely accepted by interlocking our hands as one again and pulling us over to the opening door of the joke shop Zonko’s.

“Here, this is where we’ll wait for it to all play out but first-“Reaching into his pocket, George pulled out a pair of Snap Fires and held them tightly in his fist turning his attention to me and motioning for me to open my hand. I did as instructed while he placed a Snap in my hand smirking,

“Tell me when and we’ll both throw them right before the sidewalk ends. So it won’t hit anyone leaving but it will still give them a good scare!” We waited for a bit, rambling on about useless topics that would never serve us a purpose in our daily lives, but they were still worth addressing. Out of the blue, a group of Slytherin girls walked out of Zonkos chatting louder than a heard of animals. George gave me sly wink telling me anytime would be the perfect time. My palms grew clammy and I was thankful for them no longer being in his grip. Taking a deep breath I smiled cheekily and shouted,

“Now!” George and I released the Snap Fires close to the same time by the feet’s of the squealing girls. They jumped to avoid the small fireworks and screamed as they did so taking off in full speed back towards Hogwarts leaving George and I to collapse in a fit of laughter. I wiped my eyes replaying the tiny prank in the back of my head and giggling again at the thought of the overreacting girls. George took my hand back in his and swung it lightly.

“That was perfect! Not bad for your first prank, love.” I rolled my eyes but thanked him nonetheless.

“Why thank you, Mr. Wealsey. Though I could’ve carried it out without your help of course.” I threw my arms around his waist not being able to reach his neck and smiled softly as he wrapped his arms tightly around my sides. Suddenly I jumped away from him, realizing how forward the display was and instantly regretted it. “Sorry… that was stupid of me. I didn’t mean to-“
“No Alison, it’s absolutely fine. I was actually going to hug you but you beat me to it! Listen I had a lot of fun with you tonight so I was thinking maybe next week we could go out for coffee or maybe-“ A clatter of footsteps and laughter cut George off making my heart sink to the pit of my stomach as Fred Weasley approached us.

“Hey Georgie! We’re all heading back you coming? We’ve got a match tomorrow, don’t forget.” George scoffed, digging his free hand deep into his pocket and nodded solemnly.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I’ll come back with you guys then. Could you give us a second?” Fred gazed over to me mischievously and smirked walking back over to the other boys turning their back to give us more room. George watched them closely then shook his head with a disappointed smile.

“That was a bit of a buzz kill. What I was trying to say was… I would really love it if we could get together sometime again. I had a lot of fun with you tonight and I really want to hang out with you soon and learn more about your interesting self. Would you want to?” I was beyond stunned. The George Weasley actually wanted to see me again. Not even out of pity but just because he wanted to. What the hell?
Nodding my head with a smiled branded on my lips, George mirrored my actions and squeezed my hand gently.
“Great! That’s perfect! How about we talk about a time that would work well for the both of us during class on Monday?”
“I would love that.” I agreed following beside him to where his friends stood acting innocent and as if they were not paying a grain of attention to what was going on, despite to obvious fact that they were. George lifted my hand up to his lips placing a smooth longing kiss to the back side of my palm sending an ocean wave worth of shivers along my spine and down to my toes.  

“In that case, I’ll talk to you Monday, darling. See you then, beautiful!” George shouted sweetly retrieving back to his brother before I even had a chance to react. Fred gave him a low high five and the ventured off back to school, while I still stood glued to the snow and as confused as ever, but also excited. Did I have a date with George Weasley?


Okay guys thank you so much for reading this! Sorry this one is a bit slow, but the first one is like the introductions and Alison and George meeting each other and how their relationship starts to bud and I’m really excited for you guys to read the next part because it’s one of my favorites so message me if you would like a part 2!!! Thanks!!

-Daizy xxxx