hey would you ever do a "what if harry potter had been a girl" story? or a trans girl? i don't know how much gender would change things except other people's perceptions but...
Hermione went to the library, when Harry first confided in her. Whatever the faculty, the administration, or the Ministry believed or didn’t believe, the Hogwarts library gave the children what they needed and always would.
Hermione came back with books and books on gender in wizarding history, on the spells and words wizards had used for centuries or decades or mere years, and she and Harry bent their heads together and figured out what words Harry felt best told her story. From her hometown library, after that first summer, Hermione brought back memoirs and brightly-colored pamphlets that Harry read through instead of finishing her Potions homework.
When Harry looked in the Mirror of Erised, she still saw her mother, her father, all her gathered, lost kin. The specter of her father gathered up her hands in his. Her mother pushed back the long dark hair Petunia had always made her cut short and she called her beautiful.
When she looked into it again, after Devil’s Snare and winged keys, giant chess and Ron lying prone on the floor, Hermione wringing her eleven year old hands in the potion riddle room– When Harry looked into the Mirror again, she saw herself, just herself. The girl in the mirror winked and smiled and slipped the Stone in Harry’s pocket. No matter what other wishes and want laid on her narrow shoulders, at the end of the day the thing Harry wanted most was to help. Harry brushed one hand over the lump of rock in her robe pocket, and then brushed her other over her mess of hair, which was feet shorter than the girl in the mirror’s.
She woke up in the hospital wing, bedside table piled high with candy.
Once Harry and Hermione had sussed out between them what the words were for what was going on here, they had explained it to Ron. Harry didn’t come out to anyone else until partway through second year, though, at the height of the Heir of Slytherin nonsense.
She was fed up, then. She just wanted to be left alone, and this wouldn’t help with that, but they were all already staring. Keeping this to herself felt like a vice around her chest. Hogwarts was supposed to be better.
After, Ron came almost to blows with anyone who goggled or sniffed or rolled their eyes. Seamas learned to swallow his tongue. Draco Malfoy didn’t. Hermione wrote up an explanatory note about appropriate pronouns in her best penmanship and then copied it with flicks of her wand. With Harry’s embarrassed permission, she gave it to every professor Harry had or would ever have.
Colin Creevey stopped her in the Great Hall with a tug on her sleeve. She turned, shoulders rising, and the kid said in his piping voice, “You’re still my hero.”
That was better than it could have been, but she wasn’t sure she liked the “still.”
Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of her Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her. Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.
Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.
The whispers about the Heir of Slytherin grew louder and louder, keeping pace with “Uh, I thought it was the Boy Who Lived?” Fred and George Weasley took it upon themselves to walk Harry to and from class when they could, talking loudly enough to drown everything out.
Then Hermione got Petrified and the Heir whispers stopped abruptly. Harry, if she hadn’t been busy with Ron trading off reading their assigned textbooks aloud to Hermione in the infirmary, might have felt gratified that the whole school knew how much this bushy-haired kid meant to her. Alright, so they thought she might murder Muggleborns with a mysterious monster, or sic a snake on her opponent in a dueling club? But they knew she wouldn’t hurt Hermione for anything.
In the Chamber, she met Tom Riddle. He was supposed to be her mirror, though she didn’t quite know that yet. He was supposed to be her shadow, the chain around her ankle, the other half (or another eighth) of her story and his soul.
Ginny had been trying to speak for months– to tell someone, to open the diary and the bag under her bed full of chicken-blood-stained robes and to thrust them into the light. But Percy had shushed her, all his assumptions orbiting his own importance to her story. The teachers had patted her on the head. She had been frightened, eleven years old with Tom whispering in her ear, guiding her hands.
Harry had been trying to speak for years– to explain to someone the way she did not feel like Dudley, like Vernon, like the boys in the locker room at school. Hermione had listened. Hermione had given her books and books of people who felt like her. Ron had listened, and taught her wizard’s chess, and kicked Draco in the shins.
But here Harry was, standing alone– a red-haired lump at her feet, dark robes sodden with moldy water. Hermione was frozen. Ron was trapped behind a rock fall and Tom was pacing, gloating, glowing. Ginny was breathing. Ginny had to be breathing. Harry was going to save her. She had to, because no one had listened to the kid, not even Harry.
The phoenix tears left no scars on Harry’s arm. Riddle, the Chamber, the life going out of her, everything that had happened in that long year– none of it left scars on Ginny, or at least none that anyone could see.
When Harry got back to 4 Privet Drive that summer, she suffered through Aunt Petunia’s annual hair cut and then she curled up with Hedwig and wrote a letter. She wrote about the Muggle candies she missed when at Hogwarts, and how her cousin thought she was weird for being excited about summer homework. She asked Ginny how she was.
Ginny wrote back after a long week. She didn’t answer the question, but she wrote about helping Dad on the car, about the apple harvest coming, and Fred and George playing pranks on the ghoul in the attic.
I've been trying to get into DC Comics recently but you know needless to say there are... a lot. I don't really know where to start, any suggestions??
major DC events in chronological order
Crisis on Infinite Earths (1985): all alternate realities are destroyed, recomposed and compressed into a unified universe. old heroes die/get erased, new heroes get introduced. the heroes that remain get re-characterized (for the better)
Death of Superman (1993): superman dies to doomsday
The Retun of Superman (1993): we have superboy, cyborg superman, trigger-happy superman and steel superman trying to establish who the new S-carrier will prevail. by the end they all pipe down because clark returns with a very questionable hairdo
Zero Hour (1994): hal jordan is a green lantern. parallax is the entity of fear manifested into reality. parallax takes over hal jordan. hal jordan/parallax is about as evil as your fourth-grade math teacher that calls on you clearly knowing you don’t know the answer. parallax destroys the timestream because he’s a little bitch. another little bitch called extant is like “yo i can reconstruct reality itself as i want to because i was bullied as a kid.” it all ends in a literal big bang. reality is reconstructed. there are still plotholes but we pretend they’re all fixed
Final Crisis (2008): people of a different reality/frequency are trying to end wars between their gods, it all fails because of course it does. darkseid, a king of one the planets from said different frequency, wants to invade everything. he also knows batman is a mary sue and will inevitably stop him. he kills him (only not really) which then bites him in the ass because he predictably gets owned in a fight against him. in the after-life. while batman is dead..?
Blackest Night (2009): a clusterfuck
Brightest Day (2010): heroes previously dead from the aforementioned clusterfuck are brought back to life and now they’re like “lol why?”
Flashpoint (2011): barry allen (the flash) wakes up to a parallel reality where his mother, unlike his original timeline, is alive. in an attempt to return back and fix the chasms in time he himself created by previously attempting to save his mother from being murdered in his own timeline’s past, using the entire speed force and becoming it, he resets everything once more, thus “””””fixing””””” the mess. the flashpoint reality is deleted, his own timeline gets altered because dc wants to fix plotholes (they don’t. they never do) and now we have every hero’s past reset
The New 52 (2011-2016): LOL NO WE DON’T BATMAN AND GREEN LANTERN KEEP THEIR PRE-NEW 52 BACKGROUNDS WHILE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS AND CHARACTERS WE KNEW EITHER GET COMPLETELY OMITTED OR CHANGED TO THE POINT THEY’RE NOW ENTIRELY DIFFERENT CHARACTERS. aquaman comics are good tho. they’re good
Convergence (2015): happened in the middle of the new 52, brainiac attempted to collect cities from different universes (the pre-new 52 ones too) and put them on the same planet, pitting them against each other because he’s a little sadistic fucker. by the end of the event, all these characters either die, disappear or, in the case of pre-flashpoint superman, lois lane and their son, they arrive to the new 52 universe. yes, while our current superman is still active
(but he died)
(and then we got the pre-flashpoint superman as our current superman)
(while every other hero is technically their new 52 counterpart)
Rebirth (2016): doesn’t constitute a reboot, it’s simply acontinuation of the new 52 with some things fixed but not reset
pick whichever hero you like (even if you’re just going by design), find their recommended guide list here and start reading, unless you wanna start with batman comics, then screw every other guide and read my own because i spent time on it. if you don’t understand a thing yet, give it time. comics are too much, they’re not meant to be caught up on a) all at once b) completely. just have fun, read what you like, you’ll inevitably meet every other hero because everyone knows each other. it’s like a small town’s AA meeting
MEGA THANKS to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for sending me quotes from the vlog so I could write this without internet and also motivating me
“I think it’s dumb.”
“Well of course you would, mullet,” Lance retorted.
“I’m just saying, there are better things we could be doing,” Keith fumed.
Lance raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Hm, I don’t know, maybe trying to find Lotor?”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Shiro interrupted. “We haven’t found any trace of Lotor, so in the meantime, why not strengthen the coalition? It will be good for our allies to know more about their ‘defenders of the universe.’”
“Exactly,” Lance said. “So, Keith, get your butt in there and make a vlog!”
“I don’t even know what that is.”
Lance groaned. “Come on, mullet, it’s not rocket science. Vlog. Video. Log,” he drew the words out, one at a time. “Like a journal, but as a video.”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“Anything you want,” Shiro said. “Just be careful not to give away sensitive information, in case these ever get into the wrong hands.”
“Right. Sounds easy,” Keith muttered under his breath. Why couldn’t somebody else go first? That would make it easier. So far only Coran had done it, and Keith had learned from experience not to follow his example when it came to film making. But Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran were all working on castle upgrades, and Lance and Shiro had a one-on-one training session planned. That left Keith to sit alone in what Coran had deemed ‘the recording room,’ talking about himself. Something he’d never been particularly good at.
“Hey, man, take it easy,” Lance said. “No need to cry over it.”
“I’m not,” Keith said, confused.
Lance groaned again. “It was a joke.”
Of course it was a joke. Lance always made jokes. And they always flew right over Keith’s head.
“I’m not going to cry,” he said in frustration, after the door to the recording room had slid shut behind him. He sat down. Took a deep breath. Turned on the camera.
“I’m Keith, the pilot of the black lion…what should I say?” he asked. “I’m a paladin. I fly the black lion. I-I said that already, see that’s why I’m bad at this. What else am I supposed to tell you? Okay, um, I guess I’m part Galra…”
After stammering through an introduction, finding words seemed a little easier. Whenever they visited planets, people always seemed most interested—or disgusted—to learn about his heritage, so he opted to talk about that for a little while, pulling out his knife to try and bring up the memories of the trials. Then he remembered what Shiro had said about sensitive information. Maybe talking about the Blade’s secrets wasn’t such a good idea.
Keith paused, staring down at the knife, at his reflection in the shiny, rare metal. “I guess being part Galra is a big deal. Might explain why I was never really good at…connecting with people.” He thought back to the events on Arus, how Lance had tried to teach him some sort of team chant. He still thought it was dumb, not as dumb as this video, but still dumb enough. He said as much, and before he realized what he was doing, his face was heating up and he was raising his voice in anger. Why did he have to get angry so easily?
“I am so sorry,” Keith said, remembering all their allies would be watching this. He leaned back, closed his eyes to calm down. “I am so sorry, I guess…I have a bit of a temper, so…”
Words were becoming hard again. Sticking to his heritage, Keith realized, might also not be the best idea. He didn’t know enough to talk about it with the ease he’d like. And not knowing was making him angry. Not knowing where he came from. Not knowing where his mom went. Not knowing why she left.
Words were hard, but for some reason Keith couldn’t seem to make them stop coming out his mouth. Emotions were rushing out, and he couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore, but this wasn’t the time or place. There was never a time or place for the leader of Voltron to break down.
Breathing was getting hard, too. He felt tears coming, sniffled once, and frantically thought of a way to cover this up. But it was too late. He’d spilled his guts and now everyone was going to know, the team was going to know, the allied planets would know, the universe would know that Keith Kogane was just some scared little kid lost in space.
“I'm—I’m outta here! Get me outta here,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “I'm—I’m outta here!”
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pilot Black, he couldn’t lead Voltron, even with Shiro back, hell, he couldn’t even make a damn vlog, whatever the hell that was. It was frustration more than anything that made him yell, “I said I wouldn’t cry!”
Keith stalked out of the recording room, the colours of the hallway swirling together as tears blurred his vision. It occurred to him that he’d left the camera on, but he didn’t care. He just needed to be alone. He was already alone. He was always alone. He was a loner. Right now, he needed to be alone somewhere safe from discovery.
He stumbled into his bedroom. He was dizzy, he couldn’t walk straight, he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a leader. He didn’t want to be a paladin. He just wanted to be home, alone in his cozy little desert shack, back when he liked being alone, when it was easy to pretend he didn’t care about his parents, when he had no idea that he was an alien.
Keith was really crying now, hot, messy tears dripping down his face. The armor that encased his shaking body was too tight, too constricting. He fumbled to get it off, piece by piece, fingers slipping over the smooth surface as he trembled with sobs, until eventually he gave up and sank to the floor. He was all alone. Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared. Why would they? All he’d ever done was push them away.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, crouched in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. Surely there were better things he could be doing right now. Like trying to find Lotor. Or training. He could’ve taken down the gladiator at least twice by now.
The sound of the door sliding open was barely audible. Just a gentle whoosh, a whoosh Keith had heard many times before. He didn’t pay it any attention, even as someone walked into the room and knelt beside him. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing up and down, slow and gentle, heard soft words being murmured in his ear. He tried to focus on that.
Keith swallowed hard and steeled himself to meet the kind pair of blue eyes that looked down at him.
“Yeah, buddy, it’s me,” Lance smiled worriedly. He brushed tear-soaked bangs from Keith’s face. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
“I—” Keith froze. That was just the problem. He could never bring himself to open up. He never told anybody what was wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to take down all the walls he’d spent years putting up.
“It’s okay,” Lance soothed. “You can talk to me.”
“No, I can’t!” Keith cried, much louder than he’d meant to. Lance flinched. “Can’t you see that I can’t talk to you? I can’t talk to anybody! I’m no good at it. I can’t connect with people, I can’t open up. Nobody likes me, and I try so hard, but I can’t make people like me because I always push them away and I don’t mean to but it just happens because I don’t know how to do it any different and then I’m all alone but I don’t want to be alone anymore but I can't…I just…I can’t.”
“Keith.” Lance’s strong, steady hands found Keith’s shoulders. His voice was soft, caring. “What are you talking about, man? You’re not alone. I’m right here. I’m always here for you.”
Keith wiped viciously at the tears stained on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.
“Let’s get off the floor, huh?” Lance suggested. Keith nodded. Lance guided him to his feet and helped him take off the pieces of armor he’d missed. Keith tried to do it on his own, but he felt so clumsy and useless he ended up just standing there while Lance reduced him to the black bodysuit that was underneath all their armor.
Lance sat them both down on the edge of the bed, keeping an arm around Keith’s shoulders. He was still warm and a little bit sweaty from training, but Keith didn’t care. It felt good, Keith realized. It felt good to be close to someone and have them look out for you.
“We all care about you, Keith,” Lance said. “You do know that, right?”
“I…” Keith paused, “don’t know.”
“Well, we do. All of us. And yeah, okay, I guess your people skills could use a little work, but we know you’re trying. You’re part of the team, Keith. You’re family.” Lance squeezed his shoulder, smiling. Keith looked at him uncertainly. “What is it?” Lance asked.
“I’ve never had that before,” Keith admitted.
“You’d better get used to it,” Lance chimed. “Because we’re not going anywhere. We love you, man.”
“I love you too,” Keith managed. He was tearing up again. Lance pulled him in for a hug, and Keith went with his instinct to hug him back. Things weren’t great, but with Lance here, they were better. Speaking of which…
“How did you know to come find me?” Keith asked.
Lance ducked his head. “I, uh, kinda saw your vlog. You left the camera running.”
“The vlog,” Keith moaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking, saying all that stuff. And now the universe is going to see it. What do I do, Lance?”
“Don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been sent anywhere yet, and I’ll bet there’s a way we can delete it. And we could make a new one.”
“I don’t think my second time around will be any better,” Keith frowned.
“We’ll do it together,” Lance grinned. “We’ll call it ‘Get to Know the Two Bravest Paladins of Voltron!’ Razzle dazzle, right?”
Hey can you please write a hc about Isak hiding his face by hugging Even cause he's embarrassed ? Thx !!
isak has a hard time letting go when he’s dancing, he remains pretty stiff, mostly just bobs his head to the music. it’s just. it’s not fun, it’s something he’d force himself to do at parties, dancing with girls and trying to play and look cool. and the thing is that he doesn’t really dance at parties since he’s with even, because even would never force him to, and it’s been a while since he’s cared about what people think of him, about looking cool
but the thing is that even wants to dance with isak. even loves to dance, he’ll often put on a song while they’re in their room or in the kitchen and just start dancing and singing along. and one day isak is sitting on the couch under even’s loft bed, his notes on his lap, and even puts on fy faen by hkeem and he starts dancing, smiling wide at isak. and isak keeps looking down at his notes, pretends not to smile, but then even comes and grabs his hand and tells him “baby come on” and isak frees his hand from even’s hold, tells him “i’m studying” and even shakes his head but keeps moving to the rhythm of the song, tells him “you’ve been studying all afternoon”. and he grabs isak’s hand and pulls harder, lifting him up, isak’s notes falling to the ground, isak ending up pretty much pressed against even
and even puts his arms around isak’s neck, whispers “hey you,” and isak can’t help but smile a little at that. but he’s still not really moving, not letting himself go, and then the song is ending and he shrugs, says “oh well, that’s too bad!” and he leans in to kiss even, expecting him to stop dancing, but the song just starts again. and even breathes out a laughter, says “i put it on repeat” and isak whines, tells even “i’m so bad at this”. and even shakes his head, whispers “you’re so good at this, you just need to let go. no one’s watching us, just move with me” and as he says that, his hands go down to his hips, and he starts making isak move the same way he is, and isak finally. starts moving by himself and even’s hands are simply placed on his hips, not guiding him anymore, just as a way to feel closer to him. it’s nice, moving together and kissing each other and smiling into the kisses. it’s fun and sexy and warm and even thinks to himself that he could do this all day long, that dancing alone is nice, but it’s nothing compared to dancing with isak
that is until even’s mom opens the door of his room, letting him know that diner was ready. and isak freezes, eyes wide, and mouths “oh my god”. and even chuckles, says “oops”. isak remains motionless, speechless for a few seconds until he lets out a little wail, buries his face against his shoulder, and he starts mumbling all sorts of things, from “i can’t believe your mom saw us dancing like that” to “this was the worst idea ever” to “i’m never dancing ever again. nope, nope, never again in my entire life”. and even simply wraps his arms around him, trying not to laugh, telling him “you’re totally dancing with me again, baby, tomorrow you’ll be dancing with me”
they’re at a party the next day. and fy faen starts playing again, and even looks at isak wtih a grin, and isak just mouths “no”, but then even is asking sana, whom isak was hanging out with, “do you mind if i borrow him for a bit?” and sana raises an eyebrow, but her and even share a knowing smile. and isak lets out a sigh, and he actually takes even’s hand. and even kisses him softly before they start dancing, like they were yesterday, same movements, same song, and feeling like they alone in this room. and isak looks into even’s eyes and even thinks that what he loves the most about this moment is not the fact that he gets to be so close to isak and dance with him, but rather the fact that isak really seems to enjoy himself. because that spark in isak’s eyes is one of his favourite sights in the world. and when isak buries his face in his neck, he doesn’t do it because he’s embarrassed this time. he simply breathes even in, smiles against his skin
A/N: This gets explicit really fast so if you’re not into that, please don’t read. Like in all my stories, the relationship is toxic, the story is sad and there are explicit sex scenes. The reader and Jungkook are from working class families, they live in a building complex(like the one in the pic), which is considered “the poor” part of town. The army duty in this story is not your regular ‘serving in the army for for 2 years’. It’s something we had in my country when they were about to cancel army duty. Younger men only went to the quarters to help out with tasks and they’d go back home every night. He covers his tattoos, because the army doesn’t allow them. I’ll go through it later to correct any mistakes.
None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners.
So many times in the witchcraft community, I see a lot of gatekeeping. This comes from a wide range of witches and it cannot really be pinpointed to any certain group or person. We, as humans, are often very quick to tell someone “no”; we like to refuse explanations just as much. And that, my friends, is a problem.
We see it on Tumblr all the time: Harriet is interested in *insert initiatory culture* and posts about how she is now part of said culture. Someone climbs onto her feed and shrieks, “You have to be initiated to participate in those cultural activities!” Harriet backfires with, “Why, though?” and is met without an answer. This is often followed with Harriet incessantly whining because she didn’t get her way and/or continuing to practice regardless of being told it is not okay.
And this situation doesn’t help anything or anyone.
That’s why your Saltmom is here to tell you the reason the WHY behind initiatory religions, practices, paths, and cultures. I find that the more educated we allow our community to become, the better off and the more diverse we will be.
So, what is initiation anyway?
Initiation is a rite of passage marking entrance or acceptance into a group or society. It could also be a formal admission to adulthood in a community or one of its formal components. In an extended sense, it can also signify a transformation in which the initiate is ‘reborn’ into a new role. Examples of initiation ceremonies might include Hindu diksha, Christian baptism or confirmation, Jewish bar or bat mitzvah, acceptance into a fraternal organization, secret society or religious order, or graduation from school or recruit training. A person taking the initiation ceremony in traditional rites is called an initiate.
Characteristics of Initiation
Mircea Eliade was a Romanian historian of religion, fiction writer, philosopher, and professor at the University of Chicago. He was a leading interpreter of religious experience, who established paradigms in religious studies that persist to this day. He discussed initiation as a principal religious act by classical or traditional societies. He defined initiation as “a basic change in existential condition,” which liberates humans from profane time and history.
“Initiation recapitulates the sacred history of the world. And through this recapitulation, the whole world is sanctified anew… [the initiand] can perceive the world as a sacred work, a creation of the Gods.”
Basically, the function of initiation is to reveal the deep meaning of existence to the new generations in a culture. It helps them assume the responsibility of being members of their culture and actively participating in their traditions.
I get that part. But what’s the problem?
The problem is that we live in a society that likes to participate in a little activity called:
(And yes, I totally used Comic Sans because I abhor both the font and the very act of appropriation.)
And for those of you who don’t know what that is: cultural appropriation is the unauthorized use of another culture’s dance, dress, music, language, folklore, cuisine, traditional medicine, religion, religious symbols, etc.
TL;dr: Cultural appropriation is when somebody adopts aspects of a culture or community that’s not their own.
This is extremely damaging when the source community is a minority group that has been oppressed or exploited in other ways.
What do initiation and cultural appropriation have to do with one another?
You remember Harriet from earlier? Well, whether Harriet knows it or not, appropriating the initiatory culture of her choice does a great deal of harm to that culture. Why? Because she didn’t take the time to ask to be welcomed into said culture, which, in turn, means that Harriet is not privileged to be under the tutelage of an experienced member of that culture. Harriet, while not being properly guided, could potentially bastardize and warp the very culture that she found herself being drawn to.
Harriet did not take the time to show respect to that culture by requesting to be a part of it. The problem arises when somebody takes something from another less dominant culture in a way that members of that culture find undesirable and offensive. The point is that the more marginalized group doesn’t get a say, while their heritage is deployed by someone in a position of greater privilege (looking at you, Harriet)–for fun or fashion, perhaps, and out of a place of ignorance rather than knowledge of that culture.
Without initiation, Harriet is stealing. Period.
That’s horrible! How can I avoid being culturally appropriative?
If you are curious about an initiatory religion, path, practice, or culture, go straight to the source. Contact those that lead these communities. Great examples of these efforts include:
Getting in touch with a First Nations’ tribe if you are interested in practicing a particular shamanic path that falls under their traditions.
Visiting (or calling!) the New Orleans Voodoo Temple if you have recently decided that maybe Louisiana Voodoo is a practice you would like to pursue and asking questions.
Taking classes and studying the religion you find yourself being drawn to before even remotely considering practicing it.
Little acts of respect such as these (and more) show us that we not only hold the cultures to high regard, but that we also honor traditions that do not inherently belong to us.
With a little more empathy and effort, we can make our community better by recognizing that we all have work to do. That means taking the time to explain why something might negatively affect our other witchy brothers and sisters, and doing our part to protect their traditions as much as we would our own.
That’s all for now! Salt Witch Haven Community Creator, Server Mom, BAMF Find her @saltwaterwitchery
This is what happens when I listen to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack at 3 a.m. while thinking about Sterek (also on ao3!)
When Stiles invited himself over to Derek’s loft for quote ‘Netflix and chill’, Derek had a very clear idea of how the evening was going to play out. But even in his wildest dreams, Derek never would have expected this.
He had expected Stiles to arrive in his usual whirlwind of flannel and sarcasm and blinding grins, greeting him with a smirk and a wink if he was feeling particularly bold. Expected a deep, dirty hello kiss and an appreciative once over as Stiles plopped down on the couch.
Admittedly, Stiles had arrived in his usual fashion, letting himself in without bothering to knock like he owned the place. But there was no flannel or ironic graphic shirt in sight, Stiles instead wearing his red hoodie over a plain gray t-shirt.
He had still greeted Derek with a wide smile but there was no hint of suggestion in it, nothing indicating that he was thinking about doing anything other than simply watching a movie. Even the kiss Stiles gave him as he took a seat on the couch was just a quick peck on the cheek.
But there was no trace of anything disconcerting in Stiles’ scent, nothing that would set off any alarm bells. Only excitement and contentedness radiated from Stiles as he efficiently set up his Xbox and pulled up Netflix.
Derek expected Stiles to pick a movie from his preferred genre, an action packed thriller featuring a gratuitous amount of violence and explosions and unnecessary female nudity. Or, if not that, some sort of sci-fi flick with terrible CGI and too bright fake blood and just as much unnecessary nudity.
But with a few taps of the buttons on his Xbox controller and a brief use of the joystick, Stiles navigated to the Disney movie section. With another flick of the joystick and a few more clicks, Stiles queued up the new Beauty and the Beast movie.
He had glanced up at Derek out of the corner of his eye, chewing his bottom lip almost nervously. Setting down the controller on the coffee table, Stiles leaned back on the couch and softly murmured, “You don’t mind, do you?”
Hiya how do you do perspective for environments/backgrounds so nicely?? I understand the basics of perspective but even then I can never seem to get the stuff right. If I try to be super meticulous about the lines matching up then the page gets messy with lines and I don't know what's what anymore. If not it just looks horrible. I also have trouble deciding how long an object should be after being turned. Do you have any tips? Your stuff is awesome and keep up the good work!
Thanks for the compliments!!
I know it’s not an easy, hard-and-fast fix, but just practicing and pumping out drawings even if they aren’t perfect is a really good way to develop your skill. Spend time trying to get each one as accurate as you can, but things like perspective come from presenting yourself with lots of different scenarios and objects, rather than perfecting it in one specific composition.
It’s different for every artist, and even then, every piece, but perspective doesn’t need to be perfect, it really just needs to be good enough.
ex.) I think I remember starting the sketch of this by making a blank wall, then adding the shelves, the couch, and then all the little details. Unless it’s brand new architecture, things are very rarely in a natural 90 degree angle! so it’s ok if it shifts a little, as long as it overall looks believable.
Instead of drawing a line from one edge of your object to a vanishing point for every object in your piece, try just establishing a horizon line and a general vanishing area. Instead of relying on the lines and guides, try just guessing.
everytime that hyuk has a performance, you miss it because of your packed schedule. you wished that you could just go or do whatever or wherever you wanted when you wanted.
you remember like it was yesterday..your high school graduation. of course, hyuk was there but he seemed a bit off.
“hyuk? what’s wrong?” your eyes filled with worry quickly after realizing that your boyfriend had a pouty face.
he forced a fake smile to assure you that there was nothing wrong. but there was.
“come on, lets go outside.” you got up and grabbed his hand, guiding him out of the refreshments room.
you weren’t going to believe any lies that he was going to attempt to tell you. it was obvious that he had something on his mind. something that was dragging his regular happy self down.
“tell me what’s wrong.” you said.
“i just…nevermind.” he looked at you and bit down in his lip to hide his frown.
“c'mon i don’t want to hear that.. you better tell me hyuk.” you forced him.
he let out a sigh and broke his eye contact with you. “will you still be able to…”
“to what hyuk? you’re like how many years older than-”
“come to my shows. and please let’s not talk about our age gap…ever.” he whispered the last part, no one could know about that. not now.
“if this is what’s bothering you, then…yes i will still try to go to your shows. i’ve never missed one yet. and i damn sure don't plan on missing one.”
you cut him off with a kiss, causing him to turn to putty in your hands. he was a sucker for you and he needed to make sure that you’d be around. you were his inspiration for everything after all.
you got a nonification from the angel that attended each and every one of hyuk’s performances. she went live so that those at home could watch him live.
you tapped on it and god…there he was, singing pour up. he looked amazing. and you noticed that he was wearing the necklace you got him for his birthday which made you smile and tear up. you were beginning to feel emo.
honestly, you felt distant from him. you’d see him every now and then but that was either for a quick fuck or to spend “time” together which only lasted for about an hour.
god knows you didn’t want to break up with him. you loved him too much.
you pushed your thoughts to the side just for now and focused on hyuk. of course, he was singing well and giving a great performance. he sung a few songs before getting to what2do. a song that he wrote when you two weren’t on the best page.
but right in the middle of the song, he stopped singing, covered his face and looked down. he walked off of the stage while shaking his head. but before he left, he spoke into the microphone, “i’m sorry”.
“what?” you asked yourself before hopping off of the couch and heading to your room to dress yourself.
you threw on a skirt, one of hyuk’s old supreme jackets and a pair of your old sneakers. you looked fine, if you excluded the fact that it looked like you had no bottoms on.
after locking up the house, you looked back at your phone. the ‘angel’ was apologizing to her viewers.
“dean is backstage. he’s been back there for a good six minutes…i hope he’s alright. if there are new viewers, the reason why you don’t see dean is because he cried on stage and left. he’s still here and maybe will be out soon. hang on.” she turned the camera around to face the stage.
hyuk had came back, with a hat on to hide his puffy eyes. “i apologize for my abrupt stop…. it’s just… i’m having problems.” he wasn’t going to continue the sentence but people in the crowd encouraged him to.
“tell us dean!”
he sighed into the microphone. “i wanted her to be here and…she’s not…”
“aww.” the crowd cooed as he started crying again.
you put your phone in your pocket and continued your walk to the venue. you hoped that security would let you in although they most likely wouldn’t.
even if you told them that you were hyuk’s girlfriend. they probably wouldn’t believe you because of how you looked. or maybe just because they were trying to keep him safe.
when you finally got to the back of the building, you saw that there was no one at the back door so you started to open it… until someone opened it before you.
“what were you doing?!” two men who looked like security guards asked you.
“umm…” you paused. “i’m here to see hy- dean. i’m his girlfriend.”
the both of them started to laugh and point at your features, telling you how hyuk would never date someone like you.
you just stood there. unfazed. how and why were you unfazed? because you were used to this. it was nothing new, so you let them get in on their jokes.
“y/n!” hyuk literally screamed when he spotted you from the hallway.
he pushed pass the guards and pulled you into a tight hug. “what are you doing here? i thought you said that you have a test tomorrow and you need to study?”
“they teased me hyuk.” you ignored his question and stared the two older men in front of you down.
“what?” he looked back at them and codly said, “you’re not the only ones. hardly anyone believes her.”
“sorry.” they said in unison and left the two of you alone.
hyuk stepped back and looked at you, he noticed his jacket and that brought a slight smile to his face.
“you cried…on stage. why?” you cut straight to the point making his smile drop.
“because i miss you y/n. i miss us.” he paused and ran his fingers through his hair. “i miss you being in the crowd and i miss spotting you out and singing to you. baby we’re not even around each other as much anymore. and when we are… it’s just..not the same.”
“i honestly feel the same way hyuk…i really do. but-”
“please don’t say but, just be here with me. we can work this out.” he looked down, obviously he was in some type of emo state.
“alright..after your show, let’s go home.” you suggested.
“after the show? home?” he asked. the tone of his voice was lifted and his eyes opened much more wider than before. You
“yes hyuk, now get in there and give your fans a good performance!”
he grabbed your hand and guided you through the building, to the stage. “what are you doing?” you asked him through gritted teeth.
he placed his finger over his lips and signaled for the dj to start the music. “everyone this is the woman in my life, y/n. and i will be singing to her.” his voice came out shyly and his cheeks were a pinkish red because of all the blushing that he was doing.
the crowd cheered him on until it was time for him to begin singing. they cooed along with you all the way till the end.
“i love you y/n.” he said, sincerely.
you mouthed i love you back to him and opened your arms wide. but, he didn’t hug you.. he cupped your face with his hands and kissed you. he kissed you in front of all the cameras.. something that he once said he’d never do.
when his set was over, he bowed at the crowd and thanked everyone for coming. he also apologized again a thousand times until you had to stop him.
“are you happy with me?” he asked, while holding the door of his car open for you.
you nodded and spat out a quick “yeah.” before he could close the door.
you didn’t lie, although things may have been a little off with your relationship with hyuk but that didn’t mean that you weren’t happy most of the time.
when he got into the car, he started the engine and turned up the radio. you leaned back into the seat and held onto his hand.
“you know, if you at least attend some of my shows, i’ll be the happiest man alive.” hyuk said.
“i’ll see what i can do.” a smirk stretched across your face. he didn’t exclude the"some" which made you feel good. he was finally understanding that school was a top priority.
“you better.” he laughed.
when you two got to your house, you watched a movie and talked about your relationship. thankfully, you worked it out with him completely. you would attend some of his shows and he would come over to your place everyday for way more than an hour time to spend time with you.
“tell me everything will be alright.” you said, while you snuggled deeper into hyuk’s chest.
“everything will be alright. i promise.” he kissed your forehead and sung one of his songs to you until you fell asleep.
Happy early Valentine’s Day! This is for @whimsyalice as part of @aftgexchange!!! Yay!!! I wanted to include all your fave ships/characters, so this is more Foxes nonsense than ships! Hope you enjoy! :)
It starts on a Monday. The locker room is a cacophony of
chattering voices as the Foxes all arrive for afternoon practice, everyone
still thrumming with excitement from Friday night’s win. Neil follows the group
in and past the lounge. Allison and Renee have their arms linked and heads
bowed together as they make their way into the girls’ changing room. Dan and
one of the freshman girls are close behind them, not even pausing their lively
conversation as they disappear behind the door. Andrew pushes past the door for
the men’s changing room, Neil behind him. Matt and Nicky are hot on their heels
and arguing about some television show as Neil makes his way to his locker.
“I’m telling you,” Nicky says. “He’s dead.”
“No way!” Matt argues. “He’s gonna pop up next season. You’ll
“Are you sure we watched the same episode?”
“They can’t just kill off a fan favorite like that!”
Neil tunes them both out and spins the combination into his
locker lock. When he pulls the door open, something falls out and clatters to
the floor. There’s a moment where Neil’s heart stutters to a painful halt in
his chest, his breath clogging up his throat. Somewhere in the back of his
mind, memories he’s long buried try to sink their claws back in. He has to
close his eyes for a moment before he can focus again. Neil slowly looks down only
to find a plastic knife at his feet. He blinks a few times in confusion before
reaching down and picking it up. He turns it over in his hand and sees Justin Mattews scrawled in sharpie
across the handle. As far as threats go, this one definitely makes the least
amount of sense. Neil gives his brain another minute to come up with a possible
explanation, but when it comes up blank, he holds the plastic knife out towards
Andrew in a silent question.
“Neil! What’re you doing? You’re not supposed to tell anyone
who you have!” Nicky exclaims from across the row of lockers.
“Murder season is finally upon us,” Matt says. “Let
the chaos begin and may the best person win.”
redrawing photos is popular in the kpop art community (or the art community just in general) and i’ve
been seeing some bullying going on.
can we stop shaming digital realism artists who trace over a real photo of the person they want to draw? or even artists who use a grid and/or the color picker tool? like even with a guide it still takes hours to blend all the colors and make everything look right. having the lines traced out doesn’t guarantee the drawing will turn out good, there still is a lot of effort required in making the drawing come to life.
and people who say you’re not learning coloring by color picking…if you’re copying the shadows/highlights of real photos over and over, eventually you’ll have a better idea of how coloring works when you want to draw on your own because you’ve looked at it so much.
for example, “this time i know to use a reddish-pink instead of a hot pink for the lips because that’s the color that usually showed up when i color picked in my realism drawings.”
also many of those who trace reference photos digitally can still draw realistically on paper without tracing at all.
what if they’re
usually a stylized artist who just wants to try out realism for fun?
what if they’re capable of drawing it on their own but choose to trace because they want to focus on practicing coloring?
what if people who trace the reference are practicing so they can
eventually draw it all on their own?
if you don’t trace/grid/color pick from the reference photo at all, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, keep doing what you do!
at the same time, i don’t approve of artists who lie and say that they didn’t trace the referencewhen asked how they drew it.be honest, nothing good comes out of lying about your art. every artist has used some type of reference in their life.
drawing realism is definitely not an easy thing to do so criticizing and getting upset at artists who are trying their best is not helping anyone, whether they draw it freehand or not. consider that everyone is not at the same level of talent but we’re still trying to show our interest in a particular thing through art.
TO CLARIFY: USING REFERENCE PHOTOS DOES NOT MEAN ART THEFT IS OK.
IT’S NOT OK TO TRACE/STEAL/COPY/SELL SOMEONE’S DRAWING. IT’S ABSOLUTELY
WRONG AND HURTFUL TO THE ARTIST.
so stop throwing shade other people’s techniques and worry about what you can do to make your own art successful.
Rn I'm living on kind of a toxic house for idk how much longer (trying to move out asap) but a lot of things make me anxious/angry/feel all kinds of negative emotions. Could this affect my magic? If so, what can I do to fix that? I can't go anywhere else to do magic and I have to be discreet, my parents are hardcore Christians. I don't want to stop doing witchcraft tho, I really enjoy it even if it doesn't work, it kinda helps me feel better.
It can if you think it will. I assume that’s already a worry in your mind, since you’re asking this question. It’s like how we say doubting your spells can actually help them fail - this is sort of in that vein of thought. If you think it matters, that it will have an impact on your impact, then it can.
A lot of people talk about not needing to be in a calm / positive state when it comes to your spellwork - it really comes down to your frame of mind. Some spells require those emotions to fuel them - mostly curses, but certain spells call for you bring up those things to bind or banish them as well.
So, at that point it’s a matter of letting yourself believe and know that it will not affect your magic, and trying to keep the doubt from your mind. And I know it’s easier said than done, but as long as you keep trying, keep pushing those thoughts, eventually one day it will just be that way (the whole “fake it ‘till you make it” mantra, right?).
You can still research magic and call yourself a witch, even if you’re taking a break between castings. I mean, it’s been, like, months since I did a “proper” spell, with candles and crystals and herbs and stuff like that. But here I am, still a witch, just focusing on expanding my knowledge at this time. That can be an option if you are willing to wait until you leave the house to do magic, so the negativity won’t impact it. And it makes me feel better too, I feel you.
Otherwise, you have a couple of other options as well.
You can [cast a ward] (tw: gif) around your bedroom - think of it like a layer of thick and potent energy coating your walls, as close to them as possible - so as not to allow any other negativity from the rest of your house in. Here are some more options for warding techniques:
From there, [cleanse often] to keep any negativity out of your space, and from you. A discreet cleansing is open up a window and direct the airflow to come in, sweep up any negativity, and bring it back out again. The “light visualization” is also a wonderful way to cleanse a space with no tools. You can also [decontaminate people before they enter your space], an amazing idea brought forward by @stsathyre.
Self cleansing is also great to help with any negativity you may have picked up in the meantime - you still have to interact with the rest of the house right? Shampoos and body washes can be enchanted simply to help you cleanse as well as clean in your shower. My favorite method of self cleansing is standing out in the rain as it falls - and it’s getting to be better weather (at least where I am), the ideal time for this!
Discreet practicing comes down to a lot of [energy work], in my opinion - you don’t need any tools, really, just your own body and an understanding of working with energy. I do spells with my intent and tapping debit machines to make them load faster. I also draw down rain by willing it, and some subtle hand gestures.
so… I usually don’t make this kind of post because it can come
across as negativity towards one character, and I usually focus on writing positive meta
about characters I actually like because i’m not here for the drama. However, I’m going to break with that policy
in this instance, for three reasons:
A couple of people asked for the canon evidence that Keith
isn’t suited to lead Voltron/be Black Paladin, so here it is.
There is a lot of meta out there right now about how Keith
is gonna do great as Black Paladin and he’s the rightful leader of Voltron etc
etc and I wanted to offer a counter-argument to some of that.
I have stuck my neck out and predicted that the team will
struggle to form Voltron without Shiro and that Keith will do badly as Black
Paladin, and this is the evidence for that prediction and the reasoning behind
Now, that being said: I feel like a lot of the focus on who
will lead Voltron misses the point
that Voltron literally requires all five members to function. The whole point
of Voltron - both the giant robot, and the show itself - is that everyone’s contribution to the team is vital
and important. Just because I don’t think Keith is suited to lead Voltron, that doesn’t mean I think
his contribution to the team is worthless or he’s not bringing any value to
Voltron. He is, quite clearly - because every Paladin brings something unique
and valuable to the team. It’s just that I think Keith is exactly the wrong
type of person to lead Voltron, whereas Shiro is exactly the right kind of
person to lead.
Hi! I've finished making all my revision notes for my exams but now I don't really know how to revise from them. How would you recommend to revise effectively from written notes? I feel like every time I go to revise it's never productive and I'm wasting my time. Thanks
Hi! Here are a couple of things to do:
don’t be a passive studier - if you’re just slowly reading your notes through, it is likely there isn’t much going in. Find ways to memorise the information. For instance, getting a study group together, making acronyms/mnemonic devices, or reading your notes aloud.
compare with a friend - get a copy of someone else’s notes and see if you can add anything important in. I must have annotated my notes about 3 times just finding new ways to connect information. I found it really helpful being able to understand links between topics.
highlight them - a simple one but go through and pick out some of the most important details.
make alternative study guides from them - try summarising your notes into very precise flashcards, mindmaps, or timelines. If you got most of the information already written, you can really just rewrite the absolutely important parts.
use them in practice papers - if you can access previous years exams, do that! Have your notes next to you and try to pull out the most important information for each question. You’ll be able to see if there are any gaps in your notes.
make a study guide - try turning your notes into questions and answers. If your syllabus has premade questions, that is a great place to start.
write essays - even if you use your notes just to scaffold an essay, it is a great to see if what you’ve included can actually sustain a real argument for your exam.
make summary lists - this could be names of people/their roles, important dates, quotes + techniques, vocabulary lists, etc!
cover up and review - hide part of your notes and see how much you can remember. If you really struggle, take a peek and try again.
I hope this gives you a couple of ideas! Best of luck with your revision xx
Drarry request! I'd love a cute fluffy Halloween or Christmas themed drarry, maybe with little Scorpius and teddy too!! Also, I love your stuff! Keep doing what you're doing!!! =D
“What on earth are you doing?” Draco all but screeches, displeased at the pitch in his voice.
Harry does that half smile, half shrug thing he does often, wiping at his cheek with his forearm careful not to get the orange goop covering his hands onto his face.
“We’re carving pumpkins, Draco!” Teddy shouts happily, shoving his hands inside the pumpkin and pulling out handfuls of slimy orange pumpkin bits. “It’s so gross, Uncle Harry!”
Draco is hard pressed to understand why Teddy sounds quite so pleased at how gross it is. “Yes I can see you’re carving pumpkins. But the question is, why are you doing it like that?!” He waves his arms around a bit at a loss for words.
“The muggle way.”
“Draco, don’t tell me you’ve never carved a pumpkin.”
“Of course I have! With magic. Like all civilized witches and wizards.”
“This is way more fun than magic, Draco! Come help us, please.” Draco wants to say no but Teddy has his bottom lip out in the fakest pout he has ever seen and Draco knows Harry must’ve taught him that. It shouldn’t work, but when Harry makes the same face Draco knows he’s lost.
“Fine you heathens.”
Draco frowns in displeasure, having no intention of actually sticking his hands anywhere near the pumpkins. But then Harry is sliding up behind him on his knees, pressing his chest into Draco’s back and making it very hard for Draco to think of any suitable reason to not do anything Harry asks.
“You’re going to owe me later,” he mumbles, feeling it necessary to keep up at least some pretense of displeasure. He can feel Harry’s warm breath on the side of his neck, watching in morbid fascination as Harry slides his messy hands over the tops of Draco’s, guiding it into the pumpkin. It should be revolting, and in a way it is, but there’s something unexpectedly erotic about it and Draco is just glad he’s wearing robes or he’d have an awful lot of explaining to do.
He doesn’t even realize what Harry is doing until Harry grabs his hand, sliding his finger into the hole he assumes is meant to be an eye and twisting it. “The hole is a bit small. Perhaps you can make it bigger,” he whispers, sliding a small carving knife into Draco’s other hand. The innuendo hangs heavy in the air and Draco is eternally glad that Teddy is too absorbed in his own pumpkin to notice.
“I’m very adept at making holes bigger,” Draco mumbles, smiling in satisfaction when he feels Harry start to shift behind him, his own hard to explain predicament pressed up against the small of Harry’s back.
Harry’s nose brushes against the back of his neck as he presses small kisses just above his collar. “Need any help?”
Draco doesn’t speak, just takes Harry’s finger and aligns it with his own, drooling them sideways to scrape along the side of the eye. “Mmm, two fingers always better than one when making a hole bigger wouldn’t you say.”
Harry makes a sound somewhere between a moan and a coughing noise and Draco feels his smile widen.
Since I`m a kid,I wake up in the middle of the night every day. I told my parents but they said it`s nothing. What`s wrong with me?
Hi there lovely anon :)
I can understand where you’re coming from. As a child, I would have major issues sleeping (I still do). I’ve got some tips for you on sleep in general and some different ways you can help yourself fall and stay asleep plus some links :)
How to improve sleep:
Listen to calming music- Having music in the background is helpful because it allows your mind to flow into the music while you drift off to sleep.
Sleep medication- Talk to your doctor about prescribing you a natural sleep medication if you are having severe instability to sleep.
Calming scents- Having calming scents in your room
such as lavender or vanilla are helpful because those scents ease the
mind and are very nice to smell.
Comfortable temperature- If your room is too hot or
cold, it can be hard to sleep and find that just right stop. I suggest
having a fan in the summer time that can blow cool breeze at you, and in
the winter have a heater or have a plan to wear more blankets.
Limit distractions- When you’re trying to fall
asleep, having things around you that can be distracting, its best to
move those things out of the room or turn them off. You could put your
cell phone on the counter instead of your nightstand so you are not
woken up each time you get a text.
Comfort items- Having stuffed animals or blankets
can help improve your sleep because when you have those items, you feel
comfortable and in a safe place which is a must for a good nights sleep.
I have some general advice on how you can cope with having nightmares and some more links for you:
Create a playlist of music that relaxes you. Keep your music
player on your night stand so that it is available when you wake up.
Keep a journal by your bed. When you wake up, write down everything
you remember about the nightmare. This will help to focus you on a
task and distract you, plus you may start to notice trends. Writing
things down can be highly therapeutic.
As with most sleep disorders, try to keep a regular sleep-wake
cycle. Get up at the same time every day, go to sleep at the same time
every night. Having a routine before bed is important as well, as it
prepares your brain for sleep.
Reserve your bed for sleep only: no watching TV, texting, or using
your laptop.Regular exercise reduces stress and releases endorphins, and
can reduce your night terrors.
Once you’ve looked over those links (I know there are tons, but I like to go above and beyond)
Anyways, below are some general tips on how you can fall asleep faster and stay asleep longer:
Get the number of hours of sleep each night you need to function optimally. Although it varies, most individuals need between seven and eight hours of sleep every night.
When sleep-deprived, you are less efficient and focused during the
day, and may be leaving yourself open for health risks as well. Research has shown sleep
deprivation can affect appetite, weight gain, diabetes risk, the
strength of your immune system and even your chance of developing
depression. If you have been trying to get by on less sleep, try backing
up bedtime by 15 minutes each week, until you are getting the amount of
sleep that leaves you feeling refreshed in the morning.
Create a calming atmosphere in your bedroom.
If your room is cluttered with work, books that have not been read,
papers to attend to, and dirty laundry, it will be a constant reminder
of all you need to do. Take 15 minutes each day and begin clearing the
clutter and making your room one you will look forward to relaxing in at
the end of each day.
Make your bed in the morning. A straightened bed is so much more appealing to go to at night then one that is a jumble of sheets and blankets.
Reserve your bed for sleep and sex only.
This will allow your mind to associate your bed with rest and
relaxation only. Watch TV, use your computer, talk on the phone, and eat
Create a calming nighttime ritual.Turn off your computer, shut the TV, and do not answer your phone for
an hour before you want to go to sleep. Choose activities you find
calming. Take a warm bath, read a magazine or novel, have some
decaffeinated tea or cookies and milk.
Keep your bedroom cool at night. For most individuals, 65 to 67 degrees Fahrenheit will allow the dip in core body temperature you need to induce sleep.
Avoid caffeine in the later afternoon and evening. Caffeinated coffee, tea, soft drinks, chocolate and sugar-laden snacks can all keep you too wired to fall asleep at bedtime.
Avoid late night workouts.
Exercise is a great sleep aid, but a vigorous workout too late in the
day may keep you up at night. However, a leisurely walk after dinner
could be just the thing to calm your body and mind.
Avoid alcohol and spicy foods in the late evenings.
Although a nightcap may help you fall asleep, you will probably
experience fragmented sleep, and find yourself wide-awake within a few
hours. Steer clear of spicy foods or anything you know causes you
heartburn or gastric distress.
If an evening party or
celebration finds you consuming wine or cocktails, drink plenty of water
throughout the evening, and keep a water bottle by your bedside. This way, if you do wake up dehydrated, you will not need to get out of bed.
Spend a few minutes creating your “to do list” and preparing for the next day. This will allow your mind to know everything is ready and your morning will be calmer as well.
Keep a pad and pen by your bedside.
If you wake in the middle of the night, and your mind is racing with
thoughts of things you neglected to do, or need to get done, writing
them down will release your mind from worrying about forgetting in the
morning, allowing you to drift back to sleep.
If you have not fallen asleep after 20 minutes, get out of bed and find a relaxing spot to read.
Do not use your technology or watch TV, do anything that requires brain
work, or look at a clock. Any of these will stimulate you and increase
your anxiety. As soon as you feel sleepy, return to bed.
Go to bed and get up at the same time every day no matter how much sleep you had the night before.
The closer you can keep to a routine, the more your body will recognize
and respond appropriately to your bedtime and wake up hours. Don’t
attempt to make up for lost sleep during the week by sleeping in all
summary- you and Jonah are spending his one day off for the first time in months together and he is sent into a Anxiety attack due to being swarmed by fans.
You and Jonah had been walking around the mall together for about three hours now. Today was one of the rare days that you guys got to just spend the day together, without music stuff or your job. Jonah had refused to let go of your hand the entire trip, not that you wanted him to. Whenever you were around your boyfriend, he made you feel warm and bubbly, he made everything brighter. You were about to ask him if he wanted to share a pretzel when a teenage girl came up to you and started to talk to Jonah.
She looked to be about sixteen and was wearing a Why Don’t We hoodie, she had blonde hair a big glasses. This was the first time you had been with Jonah when he was being recognized in a public place. You couldn’t help the smile as you saw Jonah hug the small girl, you even took a few pictures of them. The young girl had said her goodbyes and gave him another quick hug before walking in the other direction. Jonah quickly grabbed your hand and continued walking toward the Barnes and Noble’s when a crowd of teenagers started to close in on the both of you.
“I’ve never had this many people around me without the other guys.” Jonah said as he gripped your hand a little bit tighter. You started to rub your thumb over the back of his knuckles, attempting to sooth him. You knew he loved his fans but you also knew how his anxiety was. His mother told you about it the first time you met her, she taught you what to do if he ever had an anxiety attack and you had a feeling you were going to have to use it.
The thought of Jonah being over whelmed made you feel stressed. You wanted to help him and make him feel safe, secure and happy, you couldn’t do that if he was having an anxiety attack. So you continued to comfort him until the crowd of teenagers closed in on the two of you and started to ask for pictures with either the two of you or just Jonah. He of course said yes, not wanting to disappoint anyone.
“Jonah, you can say no love. It’s your day off.” you leaned into to his ear. You tightly gripped his hand as he started to talk to the tens of people who came up to him. By the minute the crowd began to grow, making you feel more and more scared for the well-being of your boyfriend. He was starting to bit his bottom lip, which you know was his tell of being stressed out. You started to panic when his chest concaved in.
You knew that he was having trouble breathing from the look on his face. His eyes were have slightly closed and he looked extremely pale. You were about to take him away from all the loudness when a girl ripped your hand away from his. You were pushed toward the middle of the circle surrounding Jonah, you looked over to him and you felt your heart break.
He was finally showing the sadness on his face as he glanced down at his hand then looked around for you. He looked like he was trying to say something but he couldn’t, he was hurting and that caused you to hurt knowing that. You felt the weight of your chest from worrying about his drop to your feet and hold you in place. You felt like you couldn’t move, you needed to move. Jonah needed you to move.
“I need everyone to move out of my way.” You said at the top of your lungs. The crowd of girls quickly cleared out of your way as you crossed over to your boyfriend. You gently grabbed his hand and lead him towards the bookstore as you explained to the teens that this was Jonah’s day off and he wanted to have some free time, not that he didn’t love them. He just needed sometime to breath before they went on tour for the new Ep.
The teens looked like they understood what you were saying but a few of them were giving you a mug look as you guided your boyfriend away from them. You shook it of, even though it did make you feel bad for the girls who were just trying to meet the guy that they were in love with. All they wanted was a conversation and a picture. But you knew Jonah couldn’t handle that, he was going through a major attack right now.
When you looked back at him, he was staring blankly at the wall, but his eyes were telling a completely different story. His eyes were anxious, wanting to leave all of the problems that he was having but he couldn’t. You knew that you had to pull him back, so you sat him down in a chair by the Starbucks there and leaned over so that your face was in his line of vison.
“Jonah, take a deep breath in.” you said calmly, quiet enough to not disturb anyone else but loud enough for him to hear you. He looked into your eyes and you saw how upset he was. He looked flustered and tense. You felt your chest concave because of how sad he looked, it made you want to pull him into your chest and hold him but he needed to breath. “Baby, you have to breath!” you pleaded with him.
He eventually started breathing deeper and you saw the color start to return in his face. A wave of relief washed over you as you realized what was happening. Your heart wasn’t as heavy but it was still hurting seeing the guy you love in distress. Quickly, you tried to remember what his mom taught you but the questions were coming to you slowly. You decided to ask the ones you knew while you prayed the rest would come to you later.
“Name one thing you see.” You said calmly with your knee on his leg trying to sooth him. His eyes darted around the room as he kept looking at different things. His eyes wouldn’t focus on one thing, instead he was glancing from spot to spot. “Jonah, concentrate on one thing. Name one thing you see.” His eyes started to slow down and you saw his irises settle.
“A table.” You looked at where he was staring at. He then glanced at you, his eyes filled with fear. His mom told you that he would say something related to furniture. So you went to ask the next question but was cut off when Jonah laid his hand over yours. You felt your heart leap in your chest as you realized that he wanted to hold your hand.
“Ok, good. Name one thing you smell.” You said looking at his face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose. He exhaled slowly, his body shaking as he scrunched his eyes together forcefully. When he recognized the smell, he seemed to relax.
“Coffee” he said before opening his eyes and looking into yours. You opened your mouth to ask the second to last question but Jonah leaned forward, almost as if he was going to kiss you. You wanted to kiss him, oh boy did you want to kiss him, but you needed to make sure he was calm.
“Name one thing you hear.” You said softly, tilting your face slightly as you questioned him.
“My heart beating.”
“Ok, name one thing you love.” You knew he was going to say his family. That was what his mom said that he always answered. He looked at your face and answered the question.
“you.” The one word made you explode with happiness, he made you feel like hearted. You wanted to scream of excitement. You were about to proclaim your love for him back but you were cut off by his lips attack yours. You should be used to the feeling of his mouth pressed against yours but every time he kissed you, he found a way to make it different. It was so appealing to you, he made every kiss unique and special.
In the end, Jonah Marais was the man of your dreams, anxiety attacks and all.