house you pass on the way

8th house Through the lens 🌺🌑


* Aries cusp: dynamic, blunt and independent at heart-stubborn and contemptuous when it comes to their intimate nature. Once you get past the calm of there Pisces 7th house you enter a realm of passion and intensity. They can seemingly be an entirely different individual once you’ve known them for quite sometime or achieve intimacy. They can be overwhelming and constantly pouring energy into their understanding of what it means to connect on a soul level. Death may be something all to familiar to them and often in a gritty and visceral way as with the nature of mars. Inheritance can often either be a battle or a passed lineage of sorts-martial money can be a source of agitation in the marriage and also be a source of the biggest lose due to the axis of libra/Aries. The occult is of interest for these individuals but there is a danger of being overly aggressive towards the world of the dead and attracting negative spirits. Sex is often rough in nature but deeply giving and passionate. Albeit they say these natives(depending on where mars is located) don’t always like prolonged sex.


* Taurus cusp: endearing, charming yet willful at heart. Once you’ve survived the more aggressive and in your face Arian 7th house and have known these natives for some years you often get to meet there move slower and down to earth side. There more cautious and easygoing nature whom seems to see life as a bag of chocolates both litturly and figuratively. There more passive and bullheaded nature may surprise you and what’s even more there realistic amount of patience may have you a loss for words from their earlier Arian dc. Often times the energy towards the occult is peaceful and often times experiences with the afterlife and paranormal activity remain benevolent unless mars or Pluto and maybe even harsh Uranus and Neptune are involved. Sex unlike there Aquarian/or Capricorn 5th May suggest will become much more sensual and tender in its expression as well as their more innate possessive nature


* Gemini cusp: sharp in wit and penetrating in their thoughts and observations. Unlike there more body based 7th house whom often read things in a more physical sense-once you really get to know these individuals you not only will be in for a change in their usual routines but a more probing mind behind the pleasing and sensuous demeanor. There fascination can fly from topic to topic at an almost alarming rate as well as what stimulates them on a physical and mental compasity. Many of their true feelings reside in the unseen and the unspoken in human nature be it astrology be it psychology be it the lime light of religion or the dim light of death. Their thoughts can be dark but it never consumes them. Sex here is seen as a concept rather than an ideal and often times they detach from the act itself and have a hard time opening up to intimacy out of a fear of truly letting down the invincible Barriers and chains they’ve shackles themselves too. Money here is often a game of wits and these natives often have to play their cards right in terms of investments and settlements-“play the game before it plays you”


* Cancer cusp:deeply feeling and worldly compassionate-a heavy chasm of emotion and sensitivity lie in wait once you get past the meager mask of the wordy banter and intellectual sparing that is their 7th house. You’ll often be overwhelmed by their true natures-whom are strong in their emotional presence but even stronger in their resilience and spiritual backing. These are the people whom I like to call the trauma fighters! They often deal with hardships and even harsher relationships with their mothers and even on an emotional level in general and walk through the fires without a trace of defeat. Albeit there is a pronounced sensitivity much of it comes from their need to belong and make a home-one that cannot be taken away. Sex here is very melding and very turbulent. These people have to be emotionally “ok” before they engage in it and sex takes on the energy of what their feeling-anger-sadness-joy- and so on. Their could be trouble with money in relation with women and inheritance may stem from the women in the family. Death could be a result of diseases in the mothers side as similar with moon in 6th or cancer on 6th. High receptivity here and even intuitiveness bordering on the psychic.


* Leo cusp: arrogant, above and powerful. A raging lion hides behind their more sensitive and calming sensibility that is their 7th house. Often times this is a escalation rather then a duo personality. Often times you see the nurturing and the intimate aspects of them but the Leo hides beneath these displays and shows itself as attention seeking and subtle manipulation as a way and means to receive admiration to fuel their inner personality. They love-they romance-they dance-they shout their loud but they’re youthful and pleasure seeking-the truest form of daredevils who challenge themselves in the darkness. The have an insatiable need for chaos in there intimate lives and can often attract it unconsciously as a means to have a better understating of their truest selves! Hence the(sun). Money matters are deeply rooted to their self worth and inheritance can come from males-that being said it may be something that has to be earned. Also once more like the moon-fathers side of the family could be what and where illness related to the death might occur. Sex here is passionate and authentic! They pour their love onto those they love and can be a bit tyrannical and dominate but I wouldn’t say the “I” aspect present in Leo mars is visible here with having Leo on the 8th house cusp! It’s more protective and “they” oriented.


* Virgo cusps: meticulous and cautious-innocent and nervous unlike their more outspoken and confident persona in their 7th house. They may surprise you with how shy and quiet they really can be deep down! They can seem like night and day at times and once you get to know them intimately they fluctuate between moments of confidence and moments of hubris. They’re immensely calculated and have a very focused and watchful nature-often preferring to observant rather than action oriented. They feel extremely homey these people and can have a very serene and peaceful energy about them that you wouldn’t expect. They can have a narrow minded view towards the occult and often avoid it. Inheritance is something that is planned out and well versed here. Sex here takes on a more sensuous yet pleasing disposition-unlike virgo mars the theme of service plays out in sex more often but the give and take of satisfaction colors sex here


* Libra cusp: passive, noble-and an internal lover at heart. Due to the nature of venus being in the 8th here unlike Taurus there are some variances-while the Tauren cusp natives may-oscillate between obsession and compulsion those with the libra cusp oscillate between desire and lust. Unlike their more critical 7th house they’re often more on the laid back and welcoming side of things and seek honest and open communication with those they care for-they’re immensely forgiving of the flaws of others and even implore the qualities one may see as a burden, because to them every aspect of human nature even in its ugliest nature is beautiful. They often see the beauty in chaos. Inheritance is usually simplistic and without much trouble and they’re often lucky in these endeavors. Relations with the occult are also pleasant although these people are more interested in the familial aspect of the afterlife and much like cancer on the 8th May seek communion with lost family members or lovers. Sex here is deeply intimate and an ideal union! They seek mutual stimulation of their partner and in turn them! Many people say these people prefer classy sex as opposed to messy and raw sex but I beg to differ this is the libra/Aries axis so they often fluctuate between the lusty side and the innocent side.


* Scorpio cusp: brooding, volatile-intense and deeply complex. Unlike they’re more sociable and superficial libra in the 7th once you get to really know these individuals you’ll meet an entirely different beast. There is a noticeable shift once time passes with these guys and gals-I wouldn’t say they become scary or anything but they do show they’re more serious and darker sides-the parts of them that are on the fringe-the sides of them that are weak and unsure-the sides of them searching for meaning and deep beyond what words can convey. They are powerful immensely yet they live in the dark and often times they’re unaware of there attraction to the world where light looses its power. Yet these are some of the purest and most compassionate souls you’ll ever meet. Inheritance is usually a landscape of manipulation and power plays but since Scorpio is in its own house these natives usually come out on top. Sex can be overwhelming to say the least and can easily become a fixation! They want to consume and desire to be consumed. They want an exchange of souls and to die nothing more and nothing less-if they come back then the odds where in their favor.


* Sagittarius cusp: spontaneous, daring, intense-yet playfully young. Unlike there more serious and demanding Scorpio 7th house once you get to really know them they’re truly children at heart-obnoxious and curious of the body and the realm of the soul and it’s departure. Much like Leo I dare say most times with the water dc and fire 8th house there is a tug of war dynamic where the water house is the leader and the 8th house is the underground influence. Often times they’re intensely propelled into their desires so much so that the grand nature of Sagittarius seeks to completely engulf it yet the sagittrian influence often grows frightened of their needs for utter and complete devotion-it clashes with their sense of exploration yet it’s the driving force behind their truth. They’re eager and forever energetic but have an exaggerative and “jump before leaping” personality. Inheritance is a blessing for them and usually marriage is a happy and beautiful thing for them and their bank and not in a shallow way either it just kinda is! Sex wise they’re passionate and insatiable! Once they’re in love they want it all the time and wherever they can! Anywhere knew and even if it’s the same place they don’t mind so long as they get to completely enjoy they’re lover in totality.


* Capricorn cusp: heavy, structured-reserved and erotic. Unlike their more bubbly and on the go 7th house in sag they really tend to be quite worrisome and somber deep down-many have a fear of true intimacy and avoid it at all cost or project this insecurity in strong sexual escapades as coping mechanism-unlike sag 8th house cusp who feels torn between commitment and freedom these natives are torn between intimacy and isolation. They unknowingly distance themselves from others who try to get close and often this becomes apparent when you truly get to know them-the walls begin forming and the person once bubbly begins to grow rather serious and cautious of both your feelings and you as a person. They are often wise beyond their years and extremely devoted despite their sag qualities projected earlier. Inheritance can be a hard fought battle and often money is scarce in early years but after the age of 30 things start looking up! Sex here is either done without feeling or is done deeply and with all of the soul. These people tend to hold of sex till their later years and don’t emphasize on it unless it’s with someone whom they love-but I suppose if you’ve brought out their 8th house you’ve made it right?


* Aquarius cusp: eccentric, electric, chaotic and completely out of reach. Unlike their more somber and reserved Capricorn dc these natives tend to be a bit unified with their Capricorn and their Aquarian energy-both of these signs being ruled by Saturn here creates a quiet and seeming-less transition that you don’t catch yet something that’ll leave you confused down the road. They can be serious and stern one moment and then childlike and far away the next. Something about them seems so eerie yet like a electric current constantly fluxing in its velocity. They’re both captivating and open and have a very unique yet detached view towards intimacy that becomes very prevalent upon getting to know them. They’re far more flexible then their cap dc suggest-yet their also far more emotional and intense then their Aquarius 8th suggest. They often cherish the chaos in their minds and live of it-there madness is their greatest source of change! These people often handle their turmoil in a detached way and I refer to this placement as the “dual psyche” placement as often times they handle their pain as if they’re a stranger looking in. Inheritance and money for that matter is a random occurrence and usually comes and goes but what’s amazing is that they’re never bad off money comes back just as quickly as it goes. Sex here is INTENSELY felt for these natives! I wouldn’t say they’re detached-especially when in love they lose themselves in their partners but there is an aspect of them that’s always watching from above never truly “there” sex comes in burst for them and there sex drive is fairly high but that’s more of a idea than a concept.



* Pisces cusp: evasive, fluid, synergy and the big yin and yang. Unlike their more detached personal image of their aqua dc there is a pronounced depth and emotional receptivity that’s often surprising to those who get to know these individuals. They’re huge music lovers and even bigger lovers of the world we call purgatory-they often never truly exists among us and constantly shift and phase in and out of reality and the world lying just beyond our own consciousness. They often project their more detached and rational front as a means to protect their more vulnerable side-inheritance wise their must be caution to those who may try to scam or seduce you out of what’s yours-this includes your spouse. The occult is a danger here as your grasp in the world of the living is already thinly held so it’s very easy for spirits to be drawn to you for that matter and of a more malicious intent. Sex here is often a means of completely losing oneself and even disappearing all together. They so sensitive sexually and often times sex feels like the first time always with them due to the depth of their feelings-sexual addictions and drug addictions are a possibility if taken to far.

Seventeen things you have to learn for yourself
as a Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Questioning, Intersex, Asexual, Pansexual
or otherwise Queer youth
by the time you are seventeen.

One is that the first Pride was a riot
I don’t mean that it was full of laughter, or that it was some grand party
where everyone spiraled up to dance among the stars
because the only glittering that night
was broken glass on cobblestones.
The first Pride was a riot
on the backstreets of New York
and they never tell us
that night
we won.
The only protest
in a decade full of turmoil
where the cops had to hide out in the bar they raided
and run from shouting rioters
who fought to reclaim the only patch of ground they had ever claimed as theirs
the first Pride was a riot,

and two, around the same time it took place
it was a debated topic in the gay community
whether or not they should say
that they weren’t mentally ill

which, three, homosexuality was removed
from the American Psychiatric Association’s list of mental illnesses
in 1974
congratulations
all it took was a vote to declare that, whoops, we were never mentally ill

except, four, there are still teenagers being tortured today
in what some dare blaspheme as “therapy”
used to destroy their self-identity
in the hopes of making them normal.
except, four, the queer community still carries overwhelmingly high rates for poverty and homelessness and depression.

Did you know that, five,
over half the children forced into conversion therapy
commit suicide?

And six, that lesbians
were regarded as “hangers-on”
of the movement
by much of the gay community
before the AIDS crisis?

Because it turns out, seven can wear a rainbow on your shirt
and still be a bigot.
There are people who stick rainbows in their ears
or wear them on their fingers
or slap them across their cheeks in badges of defiance
and will still hate you for the color of your skin
or the size of your thighs
or your gender
or the way you like to kiss two or more genders
or none of the above.
Don’t ask me why this happens
it just does
I think it might be that we’ve all been taught to hate ourselves
for so damn long
that we don’t understand what to do
in a space with no hate.
Or maybe it’s that the space seems too small, because

eight, there are people who will tell you that you are not enough
that you do not reach the magical benchmark of “gay enough” to pass through the gate even
especially
when you are some flavor of the rainbow other than straight-out gay.
eight, this is bullshit
eight, those people are bullshit.
eight, you are enough.
eight, there is always enough room.

nine, there is no overarching “homosexual agenda”
sorry
we’re all kind of flailing along in here trying to figure out some way to make it work
when most of us have nothing in common
except that society looked at us in different ways and decided we didn’t fit
so we could all go be misfits together
under one big rainbow flag

but just so you know, ten, there are plenty of other flags
there is one for you, I promise

and eleven, misfits may not all need the same things
but we need to stick together, especially in a world where

twelve—refer to point seven—there are lesbians who hate other lesbians
for having the audacity to be born in a body
that everyone looked at and saw “boy”
which brings me to

thirteen, there is so much to understand.

fourteen, you need to understand
because we need to stick together
and to stick together we do not have to be the same but we do have to understand
and it will be hard because
you were probably thrown into this world with no warning because

fifteen, being queer is not genetic and we are not unique among minorities
in that we collect our heritage through broken bits of history and research in a world constantly working to make those misfit bits go away
but we are unique in that when we try to prove our legacy
we can be laughed down
or re-erased
or flat out ignored
but I swear to you
you have a history as old as Alexander the Great
as beautiful as Sappho
as dignified as Abraham Lincoln
and as proud as Eleanor Roosevelt.

But even with that behind us
sixteen,
they have always watched us die.
because even though the bystander effect is bullshit, sixteen
Kitty Genovese was a lesbian, sixteen
Ronald Reagan is a mass murderer, sixteen
our children, your brothers and sisters and  siblings of all stripes and all colors and sexualities and genders are being murdered
through neglect
and rejection
and hate.

Sixteen, there is an entire generation of gay and bisexual men
missing from history
because the government chose to do nothing
when they were dying by the thousands.
sixteen, we died from the disease and died from going back into the closet and died for staying there and died for coming out,
sixteen, they laughed at us because they believed god was punishing us for daring to love,
sixteen, ashes of your forerunners rest on the lawn of the White House because
SIXTEEN, THEY HAVE ALWAYS WATCHED US DIE.

SEVENTEEN
you are allowed
to be angry.
You do not have to be one of the nice gays
or one of the nice trans people
or sweet or kind or educate the rest of the world in something less than a yell
you are allowed to be so furious it scalds your bones
at the way we are forgotten
and passed over
at the way, as soon as June becomes July
we are expected
to go back to dying in silence
and mourning our dead
and kissing all alone
when no one can be offended
at the sight of us.
You are allowed to be angry
and scream down the stars
to shatter like broken glass at your feet
because you know what?
The first Pride
was a riot.

—  October 11

procraesthetics  asked:

I wonder what would happen if Dudley grew up in the wizarding world but still as a muggle? like kind of reverse AU where his parents are dead and he has to go to Lily for whatever reason? do you think he would become bitter like Petunia about magic?

Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look and not touch.

The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they’d had a shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy–

And now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily walked the halls of the Godric’s Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry always had.

She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up the hall the opposite way. “I think he’s asleep,” James mouthed over Harry’s tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at his sleeping son.

Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. “James,” she said. “How are we going to do this?”

“Oh,” he said. “Hey. Don’t you cry, you’ll start them off– unless you need to cry, I mean, you go ahead, hey, sweetheart, hey, it’s alright, you just let it out.” He stepped forward, shifting Harry gently to his other shoulder, and pressed his forehead to hers. “We tuck them in, okay, that’s what we do next. Then we go to our own bed, okay, and go to sleep, and when we wake up it’ll be a new day.”

“A new day,” she said. “Another day– James, that’s the– I’m so tired.”

“So let’s sleep. It’ll look better in the morning,” he said. “And if it doesn’t look better this morning, it’ll look better in the next one.”

“You promise?”

“Better than that. I’ll show you. Every day,” he said and kissed her cold forehead.

Dudley had not shown up on the Potters’ doorstep with the milk bottles. Lily had gotten a phone call from the landline she still had installed in Godric’s Hollow, about an accident, and she had gone down to the Muggle police station to identify the bodies.

The cupboard under the stairs was filled with spiders, broomsticks, and the sewing machine Lily’s mother had given her when she married James– that’s all. Dudley slept downstairs. Uncle Remus taught Dudley and Harry to knock out coded messages through the wall their rooms shared.

In the backyard, beside a rickety porch and an ambitious hedge, James taught them to fly– first on little tot brooms where their toes brushed the grass the whole time, then out of the barrels of practice brooms James used for lessons and coaching Little League Quidditch.

When the boys turned ten, five weeks apart, they both got shiny new Nimbuses on Dudley’s birthday (which came first), and a set of enchanted Quidditch balls on Harry’s, to share. The Bludgers were enchanted to be very kind but Dudley spent long afternoons whacking them far afield while Harry chased the Snitch at his back.

Harry had a scar on his forehead, like a jagged bit of lightning. Dudley had no scars– the car crash that had killed his parents hadn’t touched him where he sat strapped into a car seat in the back, chewing on a stuffed dinosaur toy.

Lily did not believe in lying to the children. She was bare years off being a child herself, and spare moments on the far side of a war. When Dudley asked about his parents, she told him there had been an accident. She pulled pictures off the shelf and wrote Petunia’s old university friends for more.

Photographs came by mailman, the images still and unnatural to Dudley’s eye. Every day he’d gone out to play, for years, he’d been waving at the picture near the back door of his aunt and uncle on their wedding day, and they waved back every time.

“She was very clever,” Lily said. “Your mom liked to know everything.”

“And my dad?”

“Vernon liked… cars?” James offered. “That’s the word, right, Lily?”

“I didn’t know him very well,” Lily said. “He liked drills, I think; he worked for a firm that made them, and he talked about that a lot.”

Dudley brushed his thumbs over the dull edges of the photos. When Lily went off to Auror headquarters the next morning for work, James bundled the boys up and took them on an impromptu invisible tour of Grunnings Drill Manufacturing Inc.

They tiptoed down halls and past water coolers and ringing fellytones. They held hands under the Cloak as they dodged around the machines on the manufacturing floor, thumping and pounding and whirring away loudly enough that Harry and Dudley could whisper to each other under the noise. An elevator took them all the way up to the top floor. Harry whistled cheerily and eerily along with the elevator music while the Muggles slowly edged toward the doors and pressed floor buttons lower than they’d originally wanted.

There were boxes and cabinets and folders and desks and staticky monitor screens full of numbers strewn in endless grids. “Merlin’s knuckles,” said Harry, who was seven and a half and rather proud of this expletive. “People can look at this all day, their whole lives, and not die?”

“Work is hard work,” said James.

“At least mum gets to curse things.”

“But my dad liked it?” Dudley said, peering at a white board that was bleeding enthusiastic marker. “There’s a lot of things, here. Maybe he liked knowing things, too.”

When the boys asked about the scar on Harry’s forehead, Lily and James looked at each other. “You know how sometimes we sit with Uncle Remus and talk about a war?” James said. “Or with Ms. Amelia or Mr. Mundungus.”

“Mr. Mundungus is kinda smelly,” Harry said helpfully.

“It’s not nice to say so though,” said James, and Lily made a face.

“Are we raising them to be nice?” Lily said.

“I’m trying,” said James.

“You talk about a war,” said Harry and shrugged. Dudley nodded.

“There was a very bad man, in those days,” said James.

“Voldemort,” said Lily, and James made a face.

“He was so scary a lot of people don’t like to say his name, even now,” said James. “And he was coming after us because we had been fighting against him, in the war. He came to the house and he tried to hurt you, Harry. But it didn’t work. It hurt him instead, and gave you that scar.”

“Is he going to come back?” said Dudley, who was paler than his normal pink.

“No one’s heard of him since then,” said Lily.

“Where were you?” said Harry, because all his life they had been right there.

“Oh,” said Lily, but her throat closed up.

“We were at Dudley’s mum and dad’s funeral,” said James. “Our friend– our friend Sirius was watching you two. The bad man, he came to the house. He. Well. I.”

“Sirius died,” said Lily, one hand squeezing James’s knee and the other reaching down to brush hair off Dudley’s forehead. “You lived, Harry, and Voldemort vanished. And that’s why sometimes people stare in the streets, baby.” James tweaked Harry’s collar absently.

Two days after they had buried Lily’s sister, the Potters had stood together in the first chills of November and buried James’s brother.

Sirius had been burned off the Black family tree years before. Lily and James had talked to his cousin Andromeda, to Remus, and then they had laid him to rest in the Potter family plot. At the wake, they’d told old jokes about squirrel breath, shedding, and man’s best friend. Remus had fallen asleep on their couch and stayed for a month.

It took a two hour row with HR for Lily to get two passes to the Ministry’s Bring Your Kid To Work Day.

“He’s a Muggle.”

“He’s not,” Lily snapped. “He’s family.”

She had to get permission, sign a million forms, and she also had to take the boys in early so that Dudley could get smothered in the spells that would keep the Anti-Muggle wards around the Ministry from activating on him. “If a Muggle stumbles in somehow, they just see a funny-smelling supply cabinet and turn back around,” Lily told Dudley. He nodded and dragged Harry off by the wrist to go look at the fountain.

The windows were pouring sunlight into the underground room– the maintenance workers had just gotten a win on their contract negotiations and had banished the grimy rain-spattered windows of the previous weeks. The light hit the falling water, the golden statues, and the small excitable crowd of Ministry dependents who were gathering in the atrium. Dudley was fishing about in the fountain for Knuts to toss back out again, elbow-deep, and Harry was laughing and coming up with weird wishes to make on them.

Lily hadn’t said son. She’d said family, and that was true enough, wasn’t it? She didn’t say son– she had a son, and she had a nephew, a ward, another child who came to her after nightmares and scraped knees. It was not less, it was just words.

Lily worried about stealing more things from Petunia. Tuney had shrieked at her, in ladies’ restrooms and suburban foyers, had hissed at her in grocery store aisles and family dinners, because Lily got everything. And now Lily had her son.

Lily could just imagine it– could just see Petunia’s face twisting and chin stabbing at the air. You could have anything, and you took my son– my son!

“You left him to me,” Lily whispered, but that wasn’t quite right. “You left,” she whispered, and that wasn’t quite right either, so she strode off toward the fountain to ask the boys if they wanted to go see the Auror spellwork ranges. Dudley’s sodden shirt sleeves dripped all over the Ministry floors. Harry’s hair fell down into his eyes and they both grinned bright enough to rival the spelled sunlight.

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Life is hell.

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🔔 BELLS IN WITCHCRAFT 🔔

Originally posted by marklsmovingcastle

Bells might just be the earliest form of superstitious practise that I remember. My baba attached three sakura-patterned suzu bells on my schoolbag as a kid, purportedly for good luck and protection from evil spirits – and Japan is far from the only place to have associated bells and bellringing with mystic practise. They’ve been used worldwide to ward off evil and carry messages – and in a more metaphysical sense, sound is the movement of energy through substance. Sounds have the potential to work powerful magic.

Here are some of the ways I’ve found utilising bells to be helpful to my craft. While I’m more likely to use traditional suzu type bells, your own background, path and culture will likely have its own types of bells – and as ever, bells can be ornate antiques or they can be a bottle cap in a tin can, as long as they’re used with intent.

GETTING STARTED

🔔 As with so much of the craft, if you’re new to the witching bell, it’s a matter of exploration and experimentation. Get a “feel” for what works for you and the specific bell you’re using.

🔔 It’s good practise to ensure that the bell itself is cleansed, warded and protected – you don’t want anything nasty tapping into that power. All witching tools can do as much harm as good, intentional or accidental.

🔔 A good way to begin incorporating bells into your craft is infuse them into any typical ritual that you’re comfortable with, or even just a prayer or moment of contemplation at your altar if you have one.

🔔 Give the bell a soft ring while focusing on the energy it’ll ripple and move, try to track the movements it creates and what it touches. The tone it’s sending out.  The most primal and versatile use of the bell – and what many of the below come down to – is simply another manner of physically channelling energy, giving it shape and direction.

PROTECTION

🔔 “Passive” bells such as windchimes or small bells attached to belongings you don’t want disturbed are a starting point. They will scare off some forms of spirit all by themselves, especially if appropriately blessed, charmed or enchanted. Or cursed.

🔔 Gently tolling can draw energy into a ward or circle you are forming and enforce its protective properties, or for a simple cleanse, letting the sound travel to every corner of the area you are protecting. It’s a little more “cutting” than a smoke or incense cleansing, which I view as more “gentle” forms of cleansing. Both have their uses.

🔔 Harder tolling is, in my opinion, one of the most powerful ways in which to enforce a banishing – however, it’s best to you know what you’re doing with the bell before you go bashing it about.

DISCERNMENT

🔔 Bells can have quite the effect on your perception and awareness. Ringing and then stopping, listening to the silence left in its wake, can bring you new perceptions or make things you’d previously missed obvious. Let it attune your mind and senses to something new, whether that’s in your thoughts or something with a little more presence. Visualise travelling with the sound, taking heed of the energies it touches and disturbs. Take note of the echoes – you’ll learn what they mean with experience.

🔔 A set of windchimes can let you know if something is passing through or if there’s some unusual energy afoot – and, yes, it may also just be letting you know that it’s a particularly breezy day, but that’s witchcraft for you.

CONJURING

🔔 This can be as simple as calling good energies to witching tools, spell jars, tarot decks, crystals, altars and shrines, your favourite teddy bar, anything at all.

🔔 With spirit work, it can truly help to magnify your “calling”. This can range from gently bringing your latest offering to the attention of your friendly neighbourhood house spirit – all the way to trying to catch the attention of something more. Be mindful, however. As I said, I consider bells pretty powerful tools and a call that’s too loud is not good spirit work practise for the spirit worker’s own sake. It can really help coax something out of hiding if you’re gentle with it, though.

COMMUNING

🔔 Some use bells to mark the beginning and end of a ritual, and I’ve read that in Wiccan practise an altar bell can be used to invoke the Goddess, although as a non-Wiccan, I’ll welcome corrections on that if I’m wrong.

🔔 In my experience, very simple forms of communication via bell work a lot better than anything too complex – “come here” and “stay away” have already been covered, and other than that they can serve as greetings or signals of a start or end of some practise or ritual, the opening or closing of a door, etc.

🔔 They can also serve as a warning or a litmus test regarding spirits, a signalling of your presence and awareness, lack of fear, or willingness to defend – but be prepared to deal with whatever responses these garner.

BINDING

🔔 Bindings are where you most often see that famous (clockwise) circular motion of the bell, embodying the meaning of the spell. This can be a simple binding to seal a spell or charm or enchantment, or a spirit-binding.

🔔 Personally, spirit-binding is something I do as little as possible simply due to my beliefs holding the autonomy of spirits in very high regard. However, sometimes situations arise that call for it, and I’m aware that not all bindings are unwilling. Far from it – and some spirits are dangerous when unbound.

🔔 As an animist (believing that all things, including inanimate objects, contain a spirit of their own), I consider gently nudging a spirit back into its physical form a sort of semi-binding, and that can be useful.

I’ll leave you all with a note that I am an urban apartment-dwelling witch through and through, so I understand that we can’t all be jangling away at all hours. I myself have a glass windchime in my front window that makes a distinct but muted sound when disturbed by passers-through, and highly recommend wooden ones also. I also only use my small and relatively quiet suzu bell for my crafting – one given to me by my baba herself.

Feel free to add any of your own findings, and happy tolling.

I live for chilly autumn afternoons. You’ve just walked home, the sky above is gray and there’s a chill in the air. With every step you take, your combat boots that are laced high to your knees, crunch upon leaves of orange, red, and yellow. On your way, you pass bales of hay and pumpkins that grin at your back. A black cat scurries past your feet and you slip inside your house. You put the kettle on and make yourself a cup of pumpkin spice hot chocolate. Your favorite halloween movie is on and you throw on your sweatpants and your favorite flannel. There’s a cinnamon scented candle burning on the coffee table and an untouched plate of apple cider donuts. Buried beneath the covers on the couch, your hands wrapped around a mug, you let out a sigh. This is what you live for. Outside, the wind howls and the moon reveals itself behind thin layers of fog. Just before you nod off, you’re sure you see a witch flying across the sky. Your dreams are full of swirling colors of gold and red and black cats that trail after cackling witches.

Bad Penny

Here’s a fun little jinx I used to cast a lot.

You Need:

~ A penny

Hold the penny in your left hand. Get angry. Whatever makes you angry, think of it now. Make a fist around the penny and hold it up to your mouth. When you’re good and angry, start swearing at the penny, calling it nasty names, telling it ugly things. Go on as long as you like. (This is a great way to vent!)

When you’re done, say, “Pass it on.”

Drop the penny in the house of someone who’s annoyed you, use it to pay at a business that’s done you wrong, give it to someone you want to inconvenience, sow discord in the world for the lulz, go nuts. I used to charge ‘em by the handful and scatter them downtown when I was partially homeless and hated everyone and everything.

Notes:

As some of you may have realized, you can use this as a way to cleanse! If you don’t want to weaponize the penny, say “Hold that for me” when you’re done charging, and dispose of it safely or cleanse the penny.

Do not keep the penny. Just do not. I once cursed a penny, dropped it so it landed in my shoe by accident, and had a stunningly shitty day. It takes ten seconds to cast if you have a penny and you’re already angry. Storing them up just means they go to work on you. So if you want to carry ammo, just keep uncharged pennies on you and charge them as needed.

{Final Chapter: PART 30} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; N/A.

“And in the end, he had everything he had only ever hoped of having; her, only her - for the rest of time.”

Warning: Although this chapter doesn’t have an M rating, there are some scenes of slight mature/sexual content.

This is the final chapter to this series! If you would like to read my author’s note, I have placed it at the end of this post after the chapter for those who wish to see it~ Thank you, and I hope you enjoy IWSY’s final chapter ^^

{Part 1} // {Part 29} {Final Chapter: Part 30}

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“Growing Up a Winchester”  Sam/Dean x Sister Reader

Word Count: 3,867

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister Reader, some Castiel x Reader

Summary: While on a long road trip to a hunt, you reminisce about your memories growing up with your brothers, from the best ones, to the worst, to the most awkward.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, angst, light smut between Cas and the reader

Flashbacks are in italics.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

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You’re sitting in the backseat of the impala, looking out the window at the scenery. Dean, of course, is driving, and Sam is sitting on the passenger side, sleeping. You have a hard time sleeping in the car, so on long car trips like this, you have a hard time. Thankfully, Dean is usually always awake as well, and serves as your entertainment.

Growing up as the youngest Winchester sibling was not always fun and games, especially being a teenage girl. As much as your brothers love you, they know absolutely nothing about teenage girls. You more often than not felt like you were raising yourself, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your brothers are your rock, and you would never leave them.

You can barely remember the first time you’d met Dean. Your dad, John, had gotten your mother pregnant and throughout the first four years of your life, he was very in and out of your life. He’d only show up at your house once a year, normally on your birthday. He’d call on holidays, but you were too young to hold a conversation. A little after your fourth birthday, your mother had passed away from cancer. You had nothing and no one else, and your dad John came to your rescue.

“Hey, kiddo.” John had told you, picking you up from the hospital. He looked tired, the bags underneath his eyes more prominent than you had ever seen them.

“Hi.” You say quietly. You didn’t really know what was going on. All you knew was that your mommy was in a better place and you were going to live with your dad. You remember being nervous, because to you, your dad was like a stranger. You knew nothing about him.

“Do you have your stuff? You’re comin’ to stay with me and your brother, Dean. Dean’s excited to meet you, you know.”

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[LYRICS] B.A.P YONGGUK - YAMAZAKI

With YAMAZAKI(,) fill my insides
Burn the intestines and brain that have become lazy
(I) don’t do drugs(,) the things you guys command
ROLE MODEL that is like a mannequin(,) you do it instead YO
For the fear of the old bastards(, I/we) take a shot*
THERE VOICE GOES UP
The wicked WORLDWIDE walk
The challenge you guys can’t do if you came back from death
We’re still young(,) every night(,) pour (alcohol) it in
Put away the alcohol with the weird marks and queer colors
I’m YAMAZAKI, my swag is alive oh, thank you
In our house living room is ALCOHOL COLLECTION
Hey(,) take a shot(,) YAMAZAKI

Because of the scent that spread through the veins(,) DANGER
VIBE that has become hot(,) wake up wake up(,) you’re dead if you slack
ATTENTION, ATTENTION
EVERYBODY YO CHEERS say cheers*

When this night passes(,) there’s no way (you’ll) be of the right mind

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Yongguk guk guk

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers eers eers
I’m YAMAZAKI, my swag is alive oh, thank you

To my strong bald-headed brothers(,) take a shot*
To my sexy sisters(,) do more(,) two shots
Never be frugal with good alcohol
It was our grandfather’s saying
Take out another glass and drink(,) Yamazaki
The beginning may be humble, but the end be prosperous
You will be the real me (and) I will be the real you
The bastards with much fear all become a gangster
But what importance is that(,) when tomorrow comes(,) you wake/sober up
Warriors(,) drink up, AY
Don’t think of anything else(,) enjoy this moment like a fool
To the killer FRUITS and French’s CHEEEEEEEZ
(Is) YAMAZAKI

Because of the scent that spread through the veins(,) DANGER
VIBE that has become hot(,) wake up wake up(,) you’re dead if you slack
ATTENTION, ATTENTION
EVERYBODY YO CHEERS say cheers*

When this night passes(,) there’s no way (you’ll) be of the right mind

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Yongguk guk guk

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers eers eers
I’m YAMAZAKI, my swag is alive oh, thank you

To the soul that has become dark red because of the devils that have stuck on
Open the curtain and hide(,) look at another me
The sense and realization that have nearly fully burned
Don’t all fool around with the evil
The place that I am
The crime and punishment have woke(,) to choke my neck
Are coming closer(,) so a glass of Yamazaki
Wet the throat(,) toss it back(,) cheers*

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Yongguk guk guk

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers eers eers
I’m YAMAZAKI, my swag is alive oh, thank you

*Notes:

“꼰대들에 동공 지진을 위해서 한잔 때리네/For the fear of the old bastards(, I/we) take a shot”

꼰대 is a street slang for old men who, basically, are rude and believe that the sun rises of their ass.

동곤 지진 directly translates to “pupil earthquake” and is termed for the moment when one is flustered/confused and cannot figure out where to exactly put their eyes; it’s also for a moment when they’ve realized that they’re wrong and or found out. I translated this to “fear” for the second term of translation (the realization of being wrong or found).

한잔을 때리네 in directly translation means to hit the glass. This usually means (not to actually smack the glass) but to take the shot and slam it down on the table. It’s also used in everyday dialogue (usually by the young adult/middle aged) to go for a drink. “야 한잔 때리자” could translate to “Hey, let’s go for a drink.”

“EVERYBODY YO CHEERS 짠해/EVERYBODY YO CHEERS say cheers”

짠해, in direct translation, means to do cheers as “짠” is the sound that is made when two glasses clink together (it’s the Korean term for cheers). To say “짠해” can mean (well, several things, but in this case,) to take a drink. When someone says “야 짠해”, while lifting their glass, it means to clink glasses and drink.

“맷집이 좋은 나의 빡빡이 형들 한잔해/To my strong bald-headed brothers(,) take a shot”
맷집이 좋다 means to be thick-skinned or resilient.
빡빡이 refers to either being bald or having shaved their heads.

“내가 지는 곳은 죄와 벌이 깨어 나의 목 매러 다가오니 야마자키 한 잔을 목 젖에 들이부어 짠을 하면 돼/The place that I am The crime and punishment have woke(,) to choke my neck Are coming closer(,) so a glass of Yamazaki Wet the throat(,) toss it back(,) cheers”

The translation was written in odd order for the spacing it was used in the Korean speech. “In the place I am at, the crime and punishments have woken and are coming closer to choke my throat; so throw back a glass of Yamazaki and wet the throat – say cheers.”
들이부어 means to toss back and throw in. In this case, it would means to toss back the drink.

source / trans by banillajoko 

Houses as things I've Said

Gryffindor: *listens to news report on how our phones give off the same chemicals as marijuana in the brain* Ha! Yo Chris, pass the phone.

Hufflepuff: If I’m not up by 11:40 make sure the fishes have a balanced breakfast.

Ravenclaw: Got water?
Yeah I’m 65% water.
Okay, but how do I drink you?

Slytherin: *Me buying 3 packs of 72 ego waffles* Shut up Alan! I have needs that you’ll never understand! You could never understand.

megaglitterytragedystuff  asked:

Can you explain when to use para and por? I always get them wrong :/

¡Hola! 

I answered a similar question before, and I made a Google document about this. But I’ll post it here (because I get this question a lot) with some extra things. :)

Well, first of all I don’t recommend you to learn “por and para” as “to and for” because this is not always correct, and you might get even more confused. The truth is that these prepositions don’t have an exact translation in English or any other language, so the only thing you can do is to know the uses and differences between them.

This is how I recommend you to learn them:

POR: reason, cause, method, way, duration
PARA: purpose, goal

I think para is easier to understand. Para always refers to a purpose, a goal or an effect. So if you’re not sure which one to use, ask yourself “Does the next phrase after para talk about a purpose or goal? If yes, use it. If not, 80% of the times is por. (I say “80%” because this is not an official rule. This is just something I thought about to help you choose the right preposition).

Now let’s see some examples to make this clearer:

por vs. para

  • ¿Por qué? - Why? What is the reason?
  • ¿Para qué? - What for? What is the purpose?

  • Lo hice por ti. - I did it because of you. (You were the reason)
  • Lo hice para ti. - I did it for you. (You were the purpose)

  • Trabajo por mi madre. - I work because of my mother. (She got me a job / she is the reason I got a job).
  • Trabajo para mi madre. - I work for my mother. (I work in her business / I’m her employee).

  • Una canción escrita por mi amigo. - A song written by my friend. (My friend is the reason why this song exists now)
  • Una canción escrita para mi amigo. - A song written for my friend. (The song was dedicated to my friend)

✧ por + [place] = way, route (focus on direction, not destination)

  • Por aquí. - This way
  • Me fui por la avenida. - I went down the avenue. (The avenue was the way I chose to get to my destination.)
  • Lo vi cuando pasó por la ventana. - I saw him when he passed through the window. (My window wasn’t his destination)
  • Caminé por el parque y vi esta flor. - I walked through the park and I saw this flower. (I was walking around the park without a definite destination)
  • Ayer pasé por tu casa. - I passed by your house yesterday. (I was going to another place and casually your house was on my way).
  • Viajé por varios países. - I traveled around several countries. (I’m not specific about each country I visited)
  • ¿Por dónde te vas a ir? - How are you going to go? (What’s the way you’re going to choose to go?)

✧ para + [place] = towards, “on my way to..” (focus on the destination)

  • Voy para el centro. - I’m going to downtown. (I’m on my way to downtown).
  • Nos vamos para Perú. - We’re going to Perú. (We’re on our way to Peru).
  • Viajamos para el Caribe en 30 minutos. - We travel to the Caribbean in 30 minutes. (On our way to the Caribbean in 30 minutes)
  • Voy para tu casa. - I’m on my way to your house.
  • ¿Ya vienes para acá? - Are you coming here? (Are you on your way?)

✧ por + [time] = for, in (during)

  • Trabajé por 8 horas. - I worked for 8 hours.
  • Se fue por días. - He left for days.
  • Ha estado viajando por meses. - He/She has been traveling for months.
  • No lo vi por años. - I didn’t see him for years.
  • ¿Por cuánto tiempo tienes que tomar los medicamentos? - For how long do you have to take the medications?

✧ para + [time] = due (deadline)

  • Tengo que terminar esto para las 8:00. - I need to finish this by 8:00.
  • La tarea es para el miércoles. - Homework is due Wednesday.
  • El proyecto es para la próxima semana. -The project is due next week.
  • Tengo que ahorrar 500 dólares para junio. - I need to save 500 DLS before June.
  • ¿Para cuándo es la tarea? - When is the deadline for the homework?

✧ por + [method] = by

  • Te envié las fotos por correo electrónico. - I sent you the pictures by email.
  • Le hablé por teléfono. - I called her/him on the phone.
  • Lo contacté por Facebook. - I contacted him by Facebook.
  • ¿Por dónde me mandaste los documentos? - How did you send me the documents? (Through what? what method?)

✧ por as cause

  • Por dormir en clase reprobé el examen. - Because I slept in class I failed the exam.
  • Lo has conseguido por todo tu esfuerzo. - You’ve got it because of all your effort.
  • Por comer mucho, ahora me duele el estómago. - Because I ate too much, my stomach hurts now.

✧ exchange / change + por

  • Quiero cambiar mis dólares por pesos mexicanos. - I want to exchange my dollars for Mexican pesos.
  • Te cambio tu sándwich por mi ensalada. - I’ll trade you my salad for your sandwich.

✧ gracias + por

  • Gracias por ayudarme. - Thank you for helping me.
  • Gracias por la comida. - Thank you for the meal.
  • Gracias por todo. - Thank you for everything.

More examples with gracias + por.

✧ para as goal

  • Trabajo todos los días para ganar dinero. - I work everyday to make money.
  • Hago ejercicio para bajar de peso. - I exercise to lose weight.
  • Practico para mejorar. - I practice to get better.

I hope this was useful! :)

{PART 25} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook dreams of having the future with you that he always envied human’s of having. But as soon as he arrives home, his entire world - and everything in it gets turned upside down. He must make a choice in the face of evil; while evil holds you in its grasp.

“And he found strength in the only thing that he was powerless to; it had always, from the very beginning; been her.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} //{Part 24} {Part 25} {Part 26}

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His Control (M)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,942

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Description: After showing off to his friends what he could do more push-ups than them, you felt like he was going overboard with his competitive side. Ignoring him for a couple weeks, made a new side of him come out.

Warning: Dom!Kook, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink and Orgasm Denial

A/N: I made a bet in a group chat that I wouldn’t say anything sexual about Jungkook for a month. I won but during that month, I would type out how a felt about this “unnamed guy” aka Jungkook. So, after the month was up, I decided to change all the ‘He’s to Jungkook. The beginning is kind of based on Episode 12 of Run BTS. I can’t believe I wrote all of this filth. Well, looks like I’m going to hell after this. Also, I didn’t edit it. So, if there’s any mistakes. I’m sorry


Whenever he walked over to you, there would be a huge smile on his face. It would have seemed as if he won the lottery or if he found out something interesting that he was ready to tell you about. Jungkook’s smile made you feel like you were stuck in a trance and everything around you was moving slowly. Whenever you looked into his considerably large eyes, it would feel as if it was only you and him in the world. He had that effect on you and you never knew it. He had his days where he would annoy you to the point where you would ignore him for days on end. Especially on this particular day, he was showing off way too much and you were not having it.

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Among The Beasts: Cursed

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

warnings: smut, violence, swearing. that’s pretty much it. also, it may contain some physical descriptions that might not fit yours. :)

Imagine: Five years has passed; now it’s time to face yours biggest fears and try to save the people you love.

Word Count: 3217


Y/N, in the past five years, had learnt a few tricks on sneaking out of her house to meet up with Kol Mikaelson, her best friend and, as it was bound to happen, caring boyfriend too. It had to be a hidden relationship, though, for his parents could never know she still remained so close to him.

A couple of months ago, his mother, Esther, decided to forbid their friendship. According to the brown haired boy, she said it was way too dangerous to be close to such a wicked family as the Hales; he could get hurt and the great matriarch could not bear losing another child. Although Henrik’s death was not your fault, it was horrible to be accused like that.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N decided to shake those thoughts out of her head. They brought up a dark side of her: it got her wishing to make the blonde woman pay for all of that; through torture or maybe even put an end to her life. Again, this was the vicious wolf speaking; craving revenge. Urgh.

“Kol?” Y/N/N queried, in a whisper. “Are you in here?”

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#scorbus #soulmates #angst

Prompts: @lostandmessedup
Author: @queenofthyme

“Our sons are dating.”

Hearing Draco’s whispered voice in his ear brings Harry back to an earlier time. It’s both vivid and distant all at once. Harry allows the memory to fade as quickly as it comes to him - clinging onto to such things never helped in the past.

“You sound surprised,” Harry replies, not bothering to whisper back. Albus and Scorpius are too far away to hear them, already making their way onto the Hogwarts Express, holding hands as they had been all Summer.

“You don’t think they’re soulmates, do you?”

Harry’s jaw tightens at the word. Draco makes it sound like a bad thing. A terrible burden. “So what if they are?”

“I suppose it doesn’t matter to someone who doesn’t believe.”

A short humourless laugh escapes from Harry’s mouth. Draco was always good at picking fights where there was none. “I believe.”

“Ah,” Draco draws out the word. “I just wasn’t good enough, was I?” He asks, his cold humour cutting as always. “Thought you could pick again?”

Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes. He is determined to be a mature adult even if Draco isn’t. “Malfoy, don’t be dramatic.”

“I see, was I too dramatic? Did you prefer someone who wouldn’t steal your spotlight? Who would stand behind you like an obedient little house-elf?”

“Clearly not, otherwise I wouldn’t have married Ginny,” Harry bites back. Ginny. Holyhead Harpies Team Captain. World Renowned Quidditch Player. Earns more than Harry’s fortune in a single year. More raw magical power in her pinky finger than most wizards have in their entire body. Obedient house-elf? Not so much. If she were here, she would have decked Draco for suggesting it.

“Why did you marry her?” Draco’s voice has lost some of its edge now, the hurt clear behind his words.

“Why didn’t I just wait around for you, you mean?” Harry counters, bitterness leaking into his tone. He’s mad and he wants Draco to know it. It’s not fair for Draco to play the scorned lover. Not when the part is rightfully Harry’s. “Why didn’t I follow you halfway across the world, or wherever the hell you went, like an obedient little house-elf, you mean?”

“All you had to do was - “

“You left.” Harry interrupts. “You. So don’t you dare turn this around on me.”

Harry knows his face must be red with his anger. He can’t remember the last time he’d been so worked up like this. Not since Draco left. Draco Malfoy always had a way of drawing the uglier emotions out of him.

When too much silence has passed, Harry finally looks over to Draco and stares into the eyes of his soulmate.

“I had to,” Draco whispers. It’s not much of an excuse and Harry doesn’t know why he expected anything more.

He turns back to the train, watching the last trickles of students hurry in. “Well, I had to move on.”

Harry hears Draco clear his throat beside him. “I saw your divorce in The Daily Prophet. Did the Weas - did she find her soulmate?”

“She doesn’t have one,” Harry says stiffly. He’d sometimes been jealous of that. Not having a soulmate might have been easier. Anything would have been easier than having Draco Malfoy as his. “We both wanted children.” He adds by way of explanation. That had been the whole basis of their marriage. Harry had lied to Draco of course. He’d never really moved on.

“Do you think…” Draco trails off.

Harry looks up. “What?”

Draco shakes his head, eyes straight ahead. “Never mind.”

What, Malfoy?”

“You used to call me Draco.”

Harry shrugs as casually as he can manage. “That was years ago,” he says. What he doesn’t want to say is how much it hurts to say that name. How it brings back memories of everything he had and lost. How it means so much more to him than just a name.

“Do you think that maybe we just had the timing wrong?” Draco finally continues his earlier thought, still not looking at Harry. “That we weren’t supposed to be together until…until now.”

Harry feels his breath leave him. “Now?” He chokes out.

Draco nods, his gaze fixed on the train. “If soulmates are real, so is destiny, or fate, or whatever you want to call it. I know I was meant to have Scorpius. He’s changed me, Harry, he really has. I’m a different person.” He turns to Harry as the train horn sounds. “I think now I could be who you wanted me to be. Who I want to be.”

Harry stares back at Draco while the sound of the train’s departure roars in their ears. As the train exits the station, the sound fades to a whisper and then to a silence between them. Finally, after years, there’s nothing in their way.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Draco.”

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BTS Reaction ; Hearing You Have Sex With Your Boyfriend

Requested by Anonymous“Hellooo!!Could I request bts reactions to hearing a another members gf moaning so loud(outside the apartment) because of sex with another member.”

Note; Idk what you were expecting but..*snorts while trying to hide laughter* lets just be realistic here. /i apologiz e/


Jin ➳ Slamming the door shut and dropping his backpack to the floor, he sighed in relief to find the apartment flooded with darkness — slipping off his shoes as he headed to his own bedroom. He was beyond exhausted, peeling his own clothes off and slipping on warm pajamas as he plopped onto his bed and let his eyes slowly shut.

The moment he heard strange noises erupting from Namjoon’s bedroom that happened to be on the other side of the wall, he grabs his pillow to suffocate his senses — only for your moans to become louder. Groaning, his eyes blast open as he sits up from his bed in the speed of light; banging against the wall and screaming, “I didn’t ask for a poor excuse of a lullaby!”

All noises ceased for the rest of the night.

Originally posted by ksjknj


Suga ➳ He thought it would have stopped by now, but it didn’t. He was annoyed, gritting his teeth together as he sighed and tried to calm his nerves only to never focus on his music sheets — jumping up from his seat and zipping through the hallways just to slam open Seokjin’s door where you both screamed in fright.

“What the hell, Yoongi, don’t you know how to knock–?“

“Don’t you know how to respect?” He asked, sipping his coffee nonchalantly as his eyes glared towards you specifically, hiding under the covers. “I didn’t pay nor sign to hear any hyenas inside my own apartment.”

Originally posted by doona-baes


J-Hope ➳ Agitated, he shoved his hand into the bag of chips as he couldn’t even enjoy his favorite show when all he could hear was Jungkook dirty talk you through the thin paper walls, and to make it worse, your squeaky moans. He was annoyed, and when half an hour passed by — he pressed pause, setting his snacks to the side as he walked softly to Jungkook’s door, and..

Began to moan repeatedly and obnoxiously loud, in a mocking manner.

He was inwardly laughing boisterously, tapping against the door before he heard the only signs of life shut down their escapades. Smiling to himself, he went back to the living room and continued his reruns in peace.

Originally posted by dibidibidismynameisjhope


RapMonster ➳ “To think Jiminie can make his girlfriend do that,” Taehyung muttered, waving his hands in the air to signify your vociferous moans — or shall he say, hysterical cries. “He’s wild.”

“Who cares?” Namjoon shrugs, biting into a strawberry, “just imagine what kind of faces (y/n) is making while sounding so lewd.”

“Oh, I seeee,” Taehyung grins, wiggling his eyebrows as the older’s eyes narrow whilst taking a sip of his water, “you want to join them, don’t you?”

Namjoon chokes on air.

Originally posted by aiko-kyu


Jimin ➳ He heard something rumbling in the kitchen, mewls, groans and ruffling of some sort as he carefully went to check it out. His heart was racing a million miles a minute, tiptoeing in the halls as he got closer and closer and when he could finally make out the dark shadow — his breath hitched.

There he was, finding Taehyung press you against the kitchen counter as his hand was pressed against your mouth to no avail — your moans still being heard upon Jimin’s ears. He retreated back to his room, and the following morning when he found the both of you eating breakfast; he pretended to be on the phone to avoid any sort of communication.

He was mortified.

Originally posted by jjks


V ➳ It was way passed midnight when he kept hearing something muffled outside his own home, something specifically coming from his neighbor’s house. He yawned, crawling to his window as he opened it slightly and looked carefully to make sure his best friend wasn’t getting robbed while he slept — only to find Hoseok’s bedroom window opened the slightest

His heart stopped, squinting as he looked closer just for his eyes to focus on Hoseok sitting on the edge of his bed, naked, along with you on his lap. His eyebrows knitted together when he came to a realization that the sounds were your moans, and when you looked up suddenly to lock eyes with Taehyung’s, he gave you a ludicrous expression as you yelped.

Originally posted by cyyphr


Jungkook ➳ He was playing Overwatch when he heard a sound outside of his blasting headphones, frowning the slightest as he slid the headphones around his neck and looked around the ominous dorm. There was no light other than the television hues illuminating around the room, and everyone was asleep, at least he hoped, until he heard Yoongi’s name being called out and held his breath.

He knew what that sound was, his eyes blown up wide as his cheeks flushed a deep shape of rouge. It didn’t even help when he saw you both the next morning, Yoongi’s hand resting on your side as you told Jungkook “good morning!”

“I, uh,” he was nervously scratching his temple, looking away from you as he blinked erratically, “yeah.”

Originally posted by jiminrolls


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Study and Going Steady - Jeff Atkins Smut

Jeff Atkins x reader

Request: I was wondering if you could do a smut on Jeff Atkins about y/n coming to his house while his parents are away and we want to “Study” but things go another certain way

WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, cursing

Originally posted by knightlley

“I’m heading out now mom!” I scream as I head for the door.

“Okay hun, text me when you get to his house, love you!”

I say a quick love you too as I lock the door and jog to my car. I’m happy cause I’m staying the night at my boyfriend Jeff’s house. His first game can be next Friday if he passes his upcoming test so I promised him I will help him study before we binge watch cringy romance movies. As I pulled into his car, I noticed his parents car isn’t there. I forgot they went away on a business trip for the weekend. I knock on the door and as soon as it opens I’m welcomed by his lips.

“Hey beautiful” he smiles.

“Hello hunnybun” I joke as I walk into his living room.

“Oh gosh, let me stick to the cute names” he laughs as he jumps on the couch.

“Whatever you say boo bear” I smile as I sit down and put my legs on his lap. 

“Did you bring everything for the night?”

“Yep textbooks, pencils, pajamas, charger, hair ties, underw-”

“You don’t have to tell me everything babe” he laughs

“Yeah yeah when do you want to start studying?”

“Uh how about you go upstairs change into your pjs while I get us some food then we can start.”

 I nod my head and take my bag to his room. He has such a modest, but boyish room. I change into my clothes, purposely bringing the tight shorts and tank top Jeff loves so much. I throw my hair in a messy ponytail and get our books out.

“So I brought some classic chips and popco-”

He stopped and made no effort to hide the fact that he was staring right at my ass. That made me blush as I tried to pull down the already revealing shorts.

“And y-you expect us to study with you wearing that?”

“Wearing what?” I ask innocently as I turn away from him to put the rest of the books on the bed. I then felt his breath behind me as he grabbed my waist and pulled my back towards him. 

“This” He said and started kissing my neck and went from my waist to my breast, knowing I don’t wear a bra to bed. A light moan escaped my mouth as I put my hands over his. I felt him smirk on my neck and I almost forgot what we were suppose to do.

“Babe babe babe” I squirm from his grip as I turn to face him and peck his lip. 

“I love you, but we really need to study so I can cheer you on at Friday’s game”

he sighed, but he knew I was right. “Fine fine, but your missing out” he jokes as he slaps my butt. 

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“Jeff pay attention!”

“I am babe I swear”

“Which president wrote the Declaration of Independence then?”

“Um.. Abraham Jefferson?”

“Yeah, no this studying is over, I hope your going to enjoy watching the game on the bleachers with me.” I start closing our books and Jeff grabbed my hands.

“I’m sorry babe, I just can’t stop looking at you that’s all, it’s easy for Jensen to tutor me because he isn’t my hot girlfriend.”

“Shall I dress up like Clay then?”

“No no no” he laughs.

“Then what do you want to do?”

he bits his lip and looks at me up and down as he climbs on top of me. he leans down to my ear and kisses it, “you” he whispers.

I can’t help but moan at how sexy that sounded and push him down onto the bed. I attack his mouth, not that he had a problem. He grab my thighs and squeeze them. I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. his hands travel to my butt as his slides his hands inside my shorts. I rub against his pants and start to feel his bulge coming on. He starts groaning and I smile against his lips. He stops kissing only to remove our shirts and turn me over. He starts to slowly kiss my neck, knowing I hate it.

“Jeff stop teasing” I wine.

“Sorry baby” he smirks.

He started to harshly suck on my sweet spot and I moan into his neck. He then goes to one of my breast and starts sucking on my nipple while massaging the other and then switching. I squirm under him, grabbing his brown hair just wanting to feel him already.

“Babe, I want you already” I wine

“In just a second” he smiles as his kisses travel to my thighs. he pulls my shorts down painfully slow, making me a groaning mess. he laughs at my reaction and comes back up to kiss me. I feel vulnerable being completely naked under him so I tug on his sweats so he gets the idea which he does. He pulls them down and went back to sweetly kissing me. I then feel his hands go in between my legs and I suck in my breathe. He circles his fingers around my clit and I try hard not to moan.

“Oh my go- Jeff!”

he bits his lip as he watches me come undone under him. I buckle my hips into his fingers and just need to feel him. 

“Jeff please..” I whimper with my eyes a shut. 

He doesn’t make me ask again as he grabs one of his condoms from inside his nightstand and slide it on. I can’t help but stare at his huge member and grab it in my hand, knowing he likes me to put it towards my entrance. He groans from my touch and kisses me passionately. He positions himself and stops kissing to look at me.

“Are you ready babe?”

I smile at him for always asking before he did anything. I nod my head and he slowly pushes himself into me. I moan and grab his arm as he stretches me. When he’s all the way in, he stops so I can adjust to him. He starts to slowly thrust into me and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Fu-Jeff- my god” I moan. He takes my moans as his que to go faster. He takes my legs and wraps them around his waist as he starts quickly thrusting to me. I start to lose air from his speed. I dig my nails to his back and come close to almost screaming.

“Jeeeeeff! Fuck! my gosh!!” He puts one off my legs on his shoulder to deepen himself and goes faster. I moan with every pound he gives me. He’s a groaning mess as he whispers curse words with sweat coming down his forehead. His grip on my waist tightens as his thrust become more sloppy. 

“Babe I-I’m about to-”

I moan over his words as his thrust still didn’t slow down, but only got faster. I felt my stomach tighten as now both of my legs are over Jeff’s shoulders, feeling all of him. 

“Je- I c-can’t” before I can finish I came undone under him.

“Fuck y/n” his thrusts got sloppier as he rode out his high, putting my legs down and kissing my forehead. he slid out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. Both of us breathing hard, he turned over so that he was facing towards me and wrapped his arms around my bare torso. He started tracing small circles on my side and pecked my lips.

“If this is whats gonna happen every time we study, I don’t mind sitting on the bleachers” he lazily smiles.

“Well I’m not, your playing next game so text Clay”

“Fine, later” he sighs. 

He looks in my eyes and smiles “I love you babe”

“I love you too munchkin” I smile

“What did I say with the names!”

What Are You Wearing?: ArchiexReader! Oneshot

heeeey my friends, sorry for the lack of writing recently. here’s a quick lil oneshot I threw together, which is kinda similar to the Goodnight Texts:ReggiexReader! that I did :) this was a request, so I hope its okay?! Also, really sorry that its so short! More Archie stuff coming soon (including smut)!

PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK IN MY ASK :)

Summary: Archie can’t sleep so decides to text his girlfriend…

Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of smut. 

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