i hate that you call urself a hedge witch when your clearly not one. hedge witches are all about divination and astral travel and stuff like that
I’ve been reading this opinion a lot lately and I don’t think that’s true at all. Like where are people getting this? I don’t really think you can pin it down to just divination. Yeesssss, we are practiced in divination but there’s a lot more to it than that and a lot of it is the importance of nature. In my opinion, it is a solitary practice of a being who loves the Earth. In everything the Earth gives us we give back, it gives us healing plants and in return, I can make medicines for your body or your mind. I then care for the Earth, I tend to the gardens and pick up litter, I walk more than I drive, I give it all the love it gives me back. And I definitely use those herbs and flowers in divination, I mean I make my own runes from wood I find and earth scrying is a long time favorite. I don’t know man, I’m just a little stoned and rambling because I love the Earth and I feel like that’s important. I just really like trees and they help me see things I couldn’t typically see and I think that shits dope.
Edit: @orriculum mentioned “crossing the hedge” to the astral, didn’t even know that was a saying but that could be a possible explanation to the confusion! I learn something new every day.
Scorpius knows exactly who Albus is when they meet in the train carriage. He’s known for years that Harry Potter had a son his age who would probably be in his class at school. He knows that that kid is called Al. He’s seen pictures of him in the paper, of course he has.
Scorpius doesn’t even dare to dream of becoming friends with Harry Potter’s son. He imagines going to Hogwarts and having friends like Harry did, but he doesn’t think for a second that Al would give him any attention. Al is a Potter, and Scorpius is a Malfoy. Gryffindor and Slytherin, most likely, they’ll never even interact.
And then Scorpius is on the Hogwarts express and he hears the carriage door open, and he sees that stunningly familiar Potter face. The green eyes and messy black hair, and his heart stops for a second and he doesn’t know what to do. And Al has no idea who he is, clearly, because he asks to come in. So Scorpius goes out of his way to give Al every opportunity to leave, but he doesn’t. He stays. And he stays. And he stays.
And Scorpius pretends he’s just any other person. Asks what he wants to be called (Albus), offers him sweets, talks to him about Rose. Albus says he’s staying for Scorpius’s sweets, not for him, but still Scorpius has never been happier, and then Albus laughs at the steam coming from his ears as he eats Pepper Imps, and by the end of the train ride they’ve become friends.
That night when they’re lying in beds next to each other in the Slytherin dorm Scorpius can still hardly comprehend it. He’s living in a dream. Not even a dream, because he didn’t dare dream this. This is pure and utter fantasy, the wildest possible reality, and it’s his reality.
so the other night I had a dream that some friends and my sister and I were all on a backpacking trip to hell. I have no idea why, I just know that we felt we had the weight of the world on our shoulders to complete this mission. I don’t even know what the mission was, but dammit we were going.
we were also keeping a cat in a cardboard box with us on this journey. This has nothing to do with the context of the dream, but I felt it was important for the mood.
so basically we’re all hiking down into the depths of the earth, (I think we got chased by some sort of massive beast that ate one of my friends, but frankly it wasn’t important enough to remember) and basically we finally get to the Foyer of Hell. And this place is essentially a food court filled with demons.
think the Mall of America on a Saturday afternoon but all the lights have a weird red tinge.
and we see a McDonald’s.
immediately I’m like “guys, listen. I really need to know if Hell McDonalds tastes the same as Minnesota McDonald’s.” So I bought a double cheeseburger meal and an egg mcmuffin meal and just fucking went to town at these shitty school-lunchroom style tables. We had the Cat Box on the table and were getting a lot of weird looks from the hellspawn around us
the verdict was that the egg mcmuffin was mediocre at best, the fries were all those really dry crunchy ones, the cheeseburgers were exactly the same, but the hashbrowns were fucking incredible. Never will I taste anything so ironically heavenly again in my entire life. Like. Fuck dude. The hashbrowns.
after that we went on our way to slay the demon king or whatever the fuck, I genuinely don’t remember.
Anyway the moral of the story kids is that if you’re in hell and you see a McDonald’s, order them out of hashbrowns you won’t fuckin regret it
something that always struck me as odd about the prequels is how palpatine was able to forge a relationship with anakin in the first place.
this is definitely my biggest problem with the jedi, in relation to anakin: they let palpatine, a middle aged man, get anakin, a child, alone. the fact that palpatine’s even insistent on it at all should be ringing alarm bells. there should be Stranger Danger warnings going off, people! you’re dropping the ball, men!
and i understand that, according to the comics, palpatine threw his political weight around, saying that the senate has total control over the jedi. that you can’t deny the chancellor. but that’s incorrect - the republic is corrupt, but it’s not a dictatorship yet. as anakin’s legal guardians, the council has the full right to refuse palpatine access to anakin - it doesn’t matter who’s knocking at your door, you’re supposed to protect your charge.
but the jedi handed him over. the second palpatine pressed, they folded; and no one tried to curb anakin’s interaction with palpatine, even though it should be clear that an old man wanting to talk with a minor day after day after day is suspicious. especially since the jedi were suspicious of palpatine anyway.
it always confuses me when superman gets drawn burlier than batman. i mean we dance around it but superman is basically super strong due to space magic. he could be a weedy lil string bean and he’d still be able to lift a bus. i’m not saying the muscles don’t help, or that he doesn’t probably have magic space muscles. i’m just saying, all of batman’s strength is muscle-dependant. he has no space magics. in my head he is the more burly of the two just out of necessity. i know he’s kind of got the gymnast thing going on but like. i imagine bruce wayne as more barrel-y and clark kent as more dorito-y. i don’t know why i’m telling you this except that i’m dealing with the realization that this is not the standard assumption.
what exactly is happening between fans and tarjei/david? who tf asked tarjei for a kiss? what is going on? honestly i cringe everytime i see a video of him, he is so blatantly uncomfortable. he's an angel who doesn't deserve creepy people feeling entitled to have photos with him
Well, I don’t know how much true this is but I read on ig that while some girls were visiting Nissen, and NOT planning(!) to see Tarjei or David, they met with them. (I mean, wow man, I don’t know how they were there. What a luck!) Taryay wanted to leave but David didn’t let him. So he had to take pictures with them. And also I read somewhere that he asked for his teacher’s help to send fans away. The thing is he is there to be get some education. He doesn’t have to feel uncomfortable in his own school. He probably just wanted to take a break from his lessons and went to outside and guess what?? There was some fans who wants to take pictures and sometimes more, like a KISS! which I also heard that he was shook when the girl asked for a kiss and he asked “ON THE CHEEK, RIGHT? ” I mean hellllooooo! You are a stranger for him. He never saw you before. You watch him maybe million times on your computer but he just met you! In which universe you think it’s okay to ask for a kiss ? He DID NOT know your existence until you came to HIS school. I know that people are going there because they love Skam and Tarjei/David and I appreciate this love and I am so sure that Tarjei does, too. But it’s not ok. People shouldn’t follow their footsteps. He has to be able to sit with his friends in the school’s garden. He has to be able to get some fucking fresh air. Man. Can you think about it, you just took the math or physic lesson and all you want to do is now just get some air but then BAM! there are people who are waiting for you and thinking that you should make them happy and that you should take picture with them and smile to them even though you don’t feel good. He doesn’t have to make you happy. He doesn’t owe you anything. And never ever blame him for this. You are the one who should be blamed. You are violating his personal space. I am really pissed off about this. Just leave him alone. Stop going to Nissen. Stop blocking Tarjei’s or David’s or other people’s,who are studying in there, education. IT IS NOT OK.
I am sorry if this is so long for a simple ask but I’m really so unhappy about this…
“I don’t see color” when referring to race is not good. You shouldn’t mush all races and ethnicities together in a big blurry ball. You should acknowledge their differences. Acknowledge that poc face unique problems. Acknowledge white privilege. Acknowledge that the US oppresses poc. “I don’t see color” doesn’t mean you’re not racist, it means you’re ignorant.
Back from my vacation weekend and adding another design to that Dany/Jon switcharoo AU I like to relax on. Rhaenys Targaryen, Daughter of Rhaegar!
So since I basically like to come up witn AU’s to amuse myself, they usually have less baby killing, so yes, Rhaenys is alive! I wasn’t sure what her role would be at the beginning, but after I wanted to run with the idea that Jon gets to Westeros rather sooner than later (unlike Dany) someone had to end up with Dany’s Essos storyline cause I don’t want to leave my faves Greyworm and Missaned without their storylines. So then I really liked the idea of Rhaenys taking that place, and I really liked the poignancy of Rhaenys being the descendant of two Essosi peoples, of conquerors and conquered, bringing back freedom her Valyrian ancestors negated, in the name of her own enslaved and displaced Rhyonar ancestors.
Although her brother Aegon is alive, he is kinda absent from her plans for reasons. Once she learns of her uncle Jacaerys “Jon” plans to get himself a khalassar, she decides he might be the right ally for her own plan. infiltrating Khal Drogo’s followers, she closely studies his uncle to see if she is right. Of the remaining Targaryen, it is her who takes her father’s weakness for prophecy, so she struggles between what she is supposed to do or what she wants to do. Only trusting on her adoptive father, Jon Connington, Rhaenys has yet to reveal her existence to her Martell family, distrusting Doran’s own plans. Yet she knows she can’t remain lurking on the shadows plotting forever, and sooner or later she will have to make her presence known. And she really hopes “Jon” is the right choices. And perhaps it will mean she doesn’t have to choose between prophecy and fee will.
I did wanted to give her design a silhouette resembling of Daenery’s iconic blue outfit, but with a design and colors that were more of a blend of her Martell and Targaryen heritage. While she looks all Martell, she does have a white streak in her hair, which does make her stand out in a crowd, thing she knows how to play to her advantage. She has a deep red scar under her left collarbone from the stab Ser Amory Lorch managed to inflict on her before Jon Connington saved her.
Also, Balerion the cat is still alive and well under his care.