I saw Moana today, and there was so very much to love about it. But I think I’m just going to talk about one thing for now. And that’s the “princess upgrade.” (Well, that’s what I’m calling it.)
Moana has the usual Disney heroine trope of “I want more than being a princess/royalty/whatever!” (It’s a good trope for a fairy tale.) But with a lot of Disney princesses, there’s really nothing for them to DO as princesses. They exist, and that’s good and right for the kingdom, your prince will come and evil will be defeated, the end. There’s no actual ruling or governance or anything you have to be trained for, don’t be silly!
Moana is the daughter of a chief, and the main point her father uses to keep her at home and out of trouble is saying, “hey, you’re gonna be chief someday, here are your people, you’ve got to take care of them!” And the next montage shows her…doing exactly that. We see her making decisions in day-to-day life, talking to her people, doing her job to keep the island and her people happy and prosperous. We see her, in short, being trained to be a leader. Her birth position is both a job and a serious responsibility that has to be performed right to keep things good. Destiny, of course, has some extra things in mind for her, but those things are also in the best interest of her people. They’re tasks that need to be done, and she was the person picked for the job.
That was EXTREMELY refreshing to see. And that alone would have made the movie worth it to me, but again, there was SO MUCH MORE TO LOVE.
Bought my 2017 planner at a Kikki K sale today because I just couldn’t resist! The last year is gonna be busy so I wanted to buy a more decent planner and I love this one so much!! It has monthly and weekly view, as well as notes, wish list, movies, books, restaurants, expenses and addresses pages plus the cutest little stickers to begin customising! Let the planning begin ❤️
Was I ever anything more than a sad kid? I thought the drugs would help, but they just make you sadder and a little deader. I really tried my best, but I don't think there's much use anymore. Nobody cared then, and nobody cares now.
I'm sorry, but I fell in love with you. I watch you move and I'm captivated. The world slows down just a little bit when I look at you. I wanna kiss your long neck, and run my fingers through your curly hair. I wanna listen to you talk for hours about old movies and bad music. I wanna hear every word that you have to say. But I can't, because you're in love with someone else
I dreamed so much as a little kid. All those dreams are dead know. The world has a lot of fun killing little girls dreams.
Please don't go! Stay! Stay! I need you to stay! No one ever stays.
I used to be special. Everyone thought I was going to be this amazing person. They thought I would do great things, but look at me. I'm nothing. If I was anything, it would be a failure.
She just left. She didn't say anything. In one simple second, all the love and laughter that we had, was ripped from both of us. She just decided she did't feel like loving me anymore.
It's all gone. Any hope that I had is gone.
Do you think that if I get prettier, he might look at me like he used to? Maybe he'll love me again.
The whole world is at my fingertips, they say, but I can't seem to ever grab it.
I could tell she didn't love me anymore. She would smile, but in her eyes I could see the pity and slight disgust she had for me. I tried to stop loving her, but I couldn't. I felt pathetic, like I was stood up. But this time I couldn't just go home and forget about it the next day. She was, and still is, my everything.
I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to be trapped in my mind. I want to live again. I just want to see the light one more time.
Could you just tell me you love me? You don't have to mean it. I just want, for a second, to feel loved.
This has probably been mentioned already, but I have to get this off my chest
So Star Trek:Into Darkness was a great film - in fact, I loved all three movies. But one little thing that always bugged me was how much Bones was downplayed. I particularly have a lot of feelings for this scene:
Now, there is truth to that - Spock did capture Khan, whose blood was used to generate the life-saving serum. Spock risked his own life to capture a dangerous, near-invincible psychopath for Kirk (even though his initial intention was to kill Khan out of revenge and had to be begged by Uhura to spare his life). So I’m not going to deny the importance of Spock’s role in Jim’s revival (I love Spock, love his friendship with Kirk, not knocking that one bit). But tell me, was it Spock who:
- injected some of Khan’s blood into a dead tribble out of scientific curiosity, to study its incredible regenerative powers?
- discovered that the Tribble had been brought back to life, thus realising that Khan’s blood could be used to bring back Kirk?
- had the quick thinking to cryogenically freeze Kirk’s body in order to prevent his organs decomposing to a point that would be beyond saving?
- took Khan’s blood - breaking countless ethical guidelines in the process - and dedicated his time to generating a serum (surely that must have taken days, if not weeks, to generate a successful serum that could be safely used to medicate a human)?
- carefully nursed Kirk back to health?
Nope, all Bones. Now, I don’t have proof as to what happened during the two weeks Kirk was in a coma, but do you honestly think that this man:
… just carried on as normal? Or do you think he never left Jim’s bedside unless he was physically dragged away by other crew members so that he could eat/sleep before collapsing? Of course, Bones being Bones, he’s very flippant when his part in rescuing Jim is ignored:
… even mentioning Uhura’s part in it, because he won’t take all the credit, he acknowledges all who helped. Because he doesn’t care about recognition or thanks when it comes to Jim - he just wants to keep his best friend ALIVE. But why oh why couldn’t we just get a little acknowledgement from someone else about how Doctor Leonard Horatio “Badass” McCoy literally CHEATED DEATH and brought a dead man back to life as though it was just a normal part of a medic’s life?! The fact that he broke several medical ethics laws, thus risking his whole career, just to give the ship her captain back? WHY DOES NO ONE SEEM TO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS?! And don’t get me started on the fact that he didn’t even get to say goodbye and the first time he sees Jim after the warp core incident is when he is lying in a freaking body bag on one of the biobeds.
hey could you please write a percival graves imagine where you and him absolutely hate each other but everyone thinks you’re perfect together and just need the two of you to see it?”
Warnings: None much :)
A/N: Loved this idea! Tweaked it a little to make it work for me, so I hope it turned out alright! Once again, I made it too long so I split it into two parts. I just get so carried away, guys.
The air inside the conference room was thick with tension and tight-lipped silence. Madam President sat at the head of the long, oak table while the rest of the investigative team filled in the seats around her. I chose to stand, leaning back against the nearest bookcase. I’d learned to have a love/hate relationship with our weekly meetings. Emotions always seemed to run high, nothing ever truly getting accomplished. Yet, I’d never missed one. Grindelwald was the first big case I’d been assigned to. I was determined to be the one to finally bring him in.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, focusing my attention on President Picquery as she carefully folded her hands across the table and addressed the room.
f-finnick odair is such an underappreciated character who won the hunger games at age 14 was prostituted at age 16 and on top of that he couldn't be with the woman he loved and was reaped for a quarter quell with a woman who was like a mother to him and his friendship with katniss was truly important because he is truly the only one who can understand what she was going through they both felt like they had let down their loved ones down and honestly I hate that the movies cut down so much of their friendship and I hate in general how little we get of finnick odair in general like he deserves better and we deserve better and he's such a kind and selfless soul despite all that he's been through like he literally sacrificed his life for the rebellion so millions of people could be saved and the fact that he went though hell and back just to protect annie is so like he loves her so much and the level of love and intimacy the two share in their relationship is unreal and I'm forever disappointed that we didn't get a lot more of them in the movies because their relationship is so unlike any other relationship I've ever seen and the fact that he didn't even get to see his son or even find out that he was gonna be a father and he didn't get his happy ending with annie which is all he ever wanted and he deserved the freaking world and finnick odair is just really underrated, you feel me?
I used to get so annoyed watching people’s handstands on Instagram and I’d get so frustrated because I just couldn’t find that balance. For the longest time it was a fluke if I could even hold it for just a few seconds.
But I kept trying and now I feel like I’ve finally worked out how to use my hands to balance. I’m addicted to that feeling of weightlessness when I get that little bit of airtime! And nothing else matters in that moment.
Some days it’s a wobbly disaster and other days it just works. But I literally love it! Because I struggled for so long and worked so hard for it, it’s so much more rewarding now it works. Don’t give up!
P.S. I may have secretly catapulted straight out of this 2 seconds after I conveniently trimmed this movie! #letsbereal #handstandaddict #yogapractice
focus on self-love man. read books you’ve never read, watch documentaries on shit you’re into, go for walks with your favourite music, try new movies, find little projects to do like art or gardening or making yourself over. learn how to be alone and how to enjoy you’re own company. otherwise, put yourself out there and meet new people or call up a friend to chill with. I used to have a few beers and just go on omegle (power through the dudes just holding their wangs) and strike up a conversation with a complete stranger. I had so much fun doing that like I chatted with a 45 year old man from Ireland for two hours and just compared countries and lifestyles took the piss out of each other’s stereotypes.
there’s lots you can do to connect with others or you can learn to enjoy your own company.
A/N: This is simply just a further exploration of my short little one-shot “It’s Okay”, a Percival x reader imagine. A couple days ago, I received a lovely request for an imagine about having a relationship with Percival pre-Grindelwald, and the aftermath of the reader and his reunion. This is much more delayed than I expected, and I’m so sorry for that, :( , but you all seem to enjoy these comforting graves ones, and I’m more than happy to comply!
warnings: mentions of torture, mild descriptions of violence, angst, angst, angsttttt
“Hey, (Y/N), how you doin’?”
You grin at the cheery greeting from Jacob, the kindly man who always walked beside you on your way to work. You had first met a couple months ago, right after moving into an apartment near him. You couldn’t bear living in the same house as…him, not after that particularly messy breakup.
“No, no more thinking about that,”, you tell yourself sternly. Shaking of the all too familiar sting in your throat, you smile back at Jacob. “Good, good. I’m fine. What about you, Mr. Kowalski? How’s that bakery of yours going along?”
He flashes you a nervous beam, patting his suitcase. “I’m off to the bank for a load. Willin’ to bet that the pastries’ll convince them. No one could resist grandma’s recipes.”
You laugh bemusedly, offering him another smile. “Well, best of luck to you, Mr. Kowalski.”
“You too, (Y/N)! See you!”
The grin fades from your face as Jacob disappears around the corner. Biting back a heavy sigh, you glance around the busy sidewalk before hurrying into an empty alley. With a quick survey to make sure it’s clear of any witnesses, you disapparate.
An instant later, you pop into existence at your desk inside the headquarters of the MACUSA. Frowning at Tina’s missing presence beside you, you set your bag down with a thump. The both of you had grown quite close since your demotions, but she encouraged you to talk to Percival daily.
“No,” you would snap, “Mr. Graves has made it clear that he wishes not to see me.”
“Come on, (Y/N), you know that’s not true,” Tina would urge, “You both miss each other. I know you do, don’t deny it.”
You would soften, perhaps pause for a moment before replying quietly. “Even if I did, there’s nothing that can be done. It’s too late now to fix things.”
But right now, Tina was missing from her usual spot beside you. She had a tendency, as you had discovered, to take matters into her own hands. You bite back a groan at the thought of Abernathy discovering her absence. She doesn’t appear for another hour, and it’s only with some strange man in tow, who hauls around a rather clunky case.
“I’m off for my break, Tina,” you tell her, eyeing the now fidgeting wizard curiously. “Don’t get into too much trouble.”
The next time you see her, it’s under a decimated subway, as you take in the aftershocks of everything that just occurred. You breathe out, but you wonder if it’s any use to you, to inhale the particles of crushed stone and the remnants of a broken boy.
“Tina?” you murmur quietly, backing away from Madame Picquery, as she looks on, cool and collected façade cracking. “Tina, what’s going on?”
The man you’ve been trying so hard to avoid looking at speaks up. It brings another sharp sting to your already aching chest, to glance at Percival, who used to be your closest friend and lover, who barely even spares you any look.
He’s certainly not staring at you now. That familiar, steely gaze is directed at everyone, burning with contempt and thinly veiled frustration. “Percival,” you whisper, allowing the name to slip past your lips for the first time in months. “Percival, what is this?”
He sneers at your naïve, innocently cautious question, directing his suddenly stranger eyes to you. Perhaps it’s some hidden instinct, some whisper of a past, but your fingers tighten around your wand. Everything feels subtly wrong to you; the world has shifted off its axis. It’s Percival; no matter how much unresolved history there remains between the two of you, he wouldn’t hurt you.
But the glint of madness in his eyes is telling you different.
“You,” he hisses quietly, dangerously. “Sweet little (Y/N), the one factor in my plans that I never considered. Do you know that Percival begged me not to kill you?”
And suddenly, nothing is the same anymore. The breath you took in earlier seems to have disappeared, and you can feel nothing but the faint thumping of your roaring heartbeat.
“What?” you demand, because the implications in his words cannot possibly be true. "What are you talking about?“
You vaguely register the movements of Aurors behind you, the shifting of Tina behind your Percival. But your eyes are focused on him, and you can hear nothing but the rush of blood in your ears.
“It’s true,” he scorns, flicking his wrist in a smooth, casual wave. The Auror beside you goes flying into the ceiling, and his wand clatters to the floor loudly. “Please, not (Y/N)! Anyone but (Y/N), please, I’m begging you!”
In a horribly accurate imitation of Percival, the man taunts you. He directs his wand to deflecting the flood of spells that come rushing towards him, leaving you utterly breathless. You can feel nothing but a chilling numbness, and you need to breathe, you must, you have to force your lungs to move, to inhale a mouthful of crushed stone dust, but you can’t, you can’t breathe.
“Where is he?”
It’s a hushed, deadly whisper, and somehow, in the midst of the chaos, he hears you. It’s only a single fraction of a moment, but he hears you, and that second has cost him dearly. A strange, steaming contraption coils around him, and he grits his teeth, forced to his knees.
The stranger with the accent, followed by Tina, points his wand directly at the not Percival, murmurs Revelio, and you can feel the world beneath you dropping as the hair turns to blonde, as the eyes melt away to reveal the face of a stranger.
“Grindelwald?” The name runs through the crowd, panicked and awed and terrified. How can Grindelwald be here, in America? But that’s not the most important thing right now.
“Where is he?” you murmur, and no one seems brave or heartless enough to stop you from approaching. “Where is Percival?”
Your voice is a lethal calm, the very second before the storm hits, crashes, and you’re teetering on the cusp of the something immensely destructive. Tina shares a fearful glance with Queenie, the sweet, younger Goldstein. “(Y/N),” she soothes, “Calm down. We can get the information out of him later, can’t we? Right, Queenie?”
You’ve already apparated away. It’s only when you’ve carefully made your way into Percival’s house, the one you know by all its curves and halls and corner, wrapped yourself in one of his coats, and locked all doors that you let yourself cry.
You can’t breathe.
Seraphina Picquery notifies you the instant she’s told the Aurors have found Percival Graves. Exactly three days and seven hours after Grindelwald’s capture, her Patronus appears to you, whispers only three words, “They found him”, and dissipates into the air. You’re not there to see it disappear, though. You’ve already disapparated.
“Percival?” Your voice, after three days and seven hours of disuse, cracks hoarsely. “Percival, what did he do to you?”
Oh Merlin, you can feel every single bruise, every single bloody gash, every single limb that hangs awkwardly on your own body. It sears, scorches at your skin, and you half-collapse, legs giving out. What did Grindelwald do to him? What could have happened to him, that the bones on his face protrude so prominently, that you can hardly see a bit of his flesh that isn’t stained with dried blood?
There are fresh tears and old tears marring your face, and you collapse entirely onto the cold floor, weeping out “Percival! Percival, wake up! Open your eyes, please.”
The minute movement of his chest, barely visible through the blood and gashes, is the only thing that keeps you from dissolving down completely. When the Healers come to take him away, it’s ever so slight, but you can feel the infinite pressure on your lungs lessen. You can’t breathe, but you think you’re getting there.
He wakes up exactly fourteen hours after they first carry him off on a stretcher. You’ve refused to let go of his hands since, if only to reassure yourself of the faint heartbeat along his wrist. His hands, hands that used to hold you so tightly and fight so bravely, have been broken, and the realization brings on a fresh wave of tears for you.
“(Y/N)?” His voice is rough, scratchy from the amount of damage done to his physical body. “(Y/N), where am I?”
You meet his eyes, wide and poised for an attack. His hands clutch back at you fearfully, and he makes to struggle out of his bed. You lay a soothing hand on his head, brushing away some of the hair that’s grown far too much. “Rest, Percival,” you whisper, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “You’re safe now, I promise.”
When he does, hesitantly and slowly, but he does, you let out the tiniest of breaths. Air seems to be a bit easier to force into your lungs this time.
Of course, that doesn’t mean there aren’t trials left for the both of you to face. Once the Healers give him permission to leave, Percival is gone instantly. In the bright, vulnerable light of the hospital, he can’t bear the pitiful looks, the wide eyed stares that pass by his room daily. He’d rather be with Grindelwald than struggle through greeting his old coworkers from a hospital bed, barely able to walk for longer than ten minutes.
“Percival,” you tell him, pressing a kiss into his forehead. “Percival, it’s okay to break down sometimes. You’ve done and gone through so much; rest. You’re home, remember?”
That doesn’t stop him from clutching his wand so tightly you fear it’s going to break. His hands, though fully healed, tremble at the slightest touch, and you blink away the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. Instead, you give him a watery smile, pressing his wrist to your lips. “You’re here with me,” you murmur, his heartbeat thrumming against your mouth. “You’re safe now, I promise, Percival.”
It’s not okay, Percival thinks. It’s not okay, not when he still wakes up each night, covered in sweat and lashing out violently at anything beside him, screaming himself hoarse to please, please, no more, no more please just make it stop. Not when he can’t go through a day without having a sudden flashback, and he can only see the imprint of Grindelwald’s condescending sneer against his shut eyelids.
But you don’t say ‘it’s okay’. It’s not okay, you agree, when there is still so much to be healed, but there are simply some things that one cannot recover from. But it’s going to be okay. One day, you will be able to breathe freely once more, and you believe - you have to believe, you must believe - there will be a day when it’s going to be okay.
Sometimes, if you whisper it to each other enough, Percival can almost believe you.
// Hi anon!! Thank you! also my inbox blew up so fast, 50 requests within a couple of hours oh my goodness i’m so sorry for keeping you guys waiting for requests to open for so long!! but there’s so many good ones in there including this one that I really like! ♡
- He’s never been too into all that stuff, he’d much rather watch a movie with real people and such.
- “ But Zen!! There are live action movies made for animes! ”
- True good point he will watch those
- The way you obsess? Adorable.
- He literally loves it
- You look so good in your little cosplay that’s literally just the cutest thing?
- “ Zen i’m trying to cosplay a character who’s a cold blooded killer here. ”
- “ If looks could kill everyone would be dead whenever you walk in the room! ”
- cheesy very cheesy
- He’ll come to conventions with you and might even cosplay, but he doesn’t really know who he’s cosplaying– You picked out and made his outfit!
- Still gets a lot of compliments, it’s actually pretty fun!! He really wants to come back with you sometime if that’s okay.
- He’s never gotten too into it, well at least not to your level.
- “ What is this? ”
- “ Its a 42 inch limited edition wallscroll!”
- You’re such a nerd it makes his heart heart hurt he loves you so much like that’s so cute how excited you get about this stuff?
- Supports your little habits of collecting merch, he’ll buy most of it for you but he doesn’t watch any of the shows so he gets a little mixed up when he’s getting them
- “ Is the little pony not an anime? ”
- “ No Jumin, it’s not. ”
- at least he’s trying ~
- He won’t usually come to conventions just because he’s busy a lot but he’ll ask you to take pictures for him of everything.
- YES he loves anime he’s so excited when he finds out you do too!!
- He’s such a weeb he’s so pumped
- he’ll show you his collection of merch or cards as well as introduce you to new shows.
- He’s always been a little shy so going to cons has been scary for him but if you come with him he has an amazing time
- You guys cosplay as some LOLOL characters at his request and you two made your costumes together, he thought that was really cool.
- He’s super supportive and will save up money for cons every year, he really likes going with you.
- Welcome to the club, MC.
- This boy has been going to cons for years but no one ever recognizes him since his costumes are so good and different every year.
- He loves everything that you like and will flip out
- you’re just like him!! this is meant to be!!
- You talk about everything you’re interested in for hours
- He makes his own costumes whenever he has time, so you two make them together.
- When you show up his friend is Tom is waiting!! You guys had a 3 character cosplay.
- Lots of pictures, Especially selfies with you.
- The rest of the RFA thinks it’s childish but he doesn’t care he has an amazing time with you regardless.
“You look beautiful this evening, Y/N!” Ryan Seacrest told you as you started your last red carpet interview. “Y/N is nominated for Best Actress in a Musical or Comedy! Best of luck, Y/N!”
You smiled despite being tired of these interviews. “Thank you so much!”
“Now, let’s talk about your upcoming wedding, and that ring,” Ryan said.
You lifted your left hand a little and smiled. “Tom and I are very excited! And this ring is just stunning. I’m very lucky.” You answered. You talked a little about your movie then went back down the steps to Tom.
“Are you ready to walk the red carpet love?” Tom asked as he put his arm around your waist.
You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Let’s go!” You kissed Tom a few times on the carpet and the photographers went crazy. After what felt like an eternity, you went inside.
Sitting at your table was Blake Lively, Ryan Reynolds, and Andrew Garfield. “So do you plan on having any kids?” Blake asked trying to start a conversation.
You nodded and Tom spoke, “Hopefully in a few years, we’re only 20. How are your kids?”
She beamed as she showed you pictures of James and Ines. “They’re great! Growing up fast, though.” Then the show started and Jimmy Fallon’s cold open was playing. Tom kept his arm around you, or his hand in yours and kept kissing you. The reason for the PDA? He knew you had a crush on Andrew Garfield, the previous Spider-Man, and you kept talking (or as Tom called it ‘flirting’) to him.
It was time for Matt Damon to announce the Golden Globe winner for the only category you were nominated in. Tom gripped your hand as Matt opened the envelope. “The Golden Globe goes to…..Y/F/N Y/L/N!” For a second you didn’t do anything because of the shock. Then you heard the loud applause, and turned to Tom and hugged and kissed him. After making your way on stage and getting the award you spoke into the microphone. “Thank you! The Hollywood Press Association, thank you. And my amazing fiance Tom Holland and his family, I love you guys! The director J.J. Abrams and my co-stars Blake Lively and Will Smith, this wouldn’t have happened without them. And lastly, my amazing fans this is for you! Thank you!” You looked down and saw Tom beaming as you walked off the stage clutching the award.
After the after party you and Tom were in the car. “Babe?” You asked.
“Were you jealous?”
He blushed a little. “Jealous? O-Of who?”
“Of Andrew Garfield!” He nodded slightly. “Awww poor Tommy feels threatened by the old Spidey!”
He rolled his eyes. “Well you have a big crush on him AND you were flirting.”
“You have a big crush on Ariana Grande and I don’t say anything. And I wasn’t flirting. I was talking.”
He laughed. “Whatever. Do you know how proud I am?” He said gesturing to the box containing your first Golden Globe.
“Do you know how proud I’m going to be when you get an award next year?” You asked.
He held your hand. “I won’t be nominated.”
“Deadpool was nominated. Why can’t Spidey be?” You asked. He shrugged. “I love you, Tom.”
He kissed you lightly and then replied, “I love you, too.” And then you put your head on his shoulder and didn’t move until you got to the hotel.
I finally properly saw Moana today (it took me awhile to get out to the theater, fuck winter, I’m ready for spring already) and, honestly, I spent at least a third of the movie just kind of slightly misty-eyed at how beautiful and touching it was just to get to see this movie at all. To see a Polynesian girl who is the next leader of her people, that it’s both about finding out who she is and being the future of her people and that her struggle is between finding the balance of those things was amazing. To have such a beautiful, rich, vibrant world in everything from the visuals (SUCH A GORGEOUS MOVIE) to the mythology/culture to the little touches of humor and lovely characters.
I just sat there and was so happy to see this movie and how good it was, how much I loved the songs and how great it was to have this young woman at the center of it all, to have this epic journey that showed how powerful she was because of her spirit and determination and care.
I will never, ever get enough of stories like that and, honestly, it’s a struggle not to immediately reblog approximately every single Moana post I can find on tumblr.
Put a movie on tonight. But take a warm bath first. Make it a little hotter and just soak in a lovely warm bath. If you have one, put a bath bomb in and enjoy yourselves.
Maybe enjoy the bath with your little tonight. Make them feel loved and cared for. Plus, it would be a fun experience. Rub their shoulders or have a duckie party with them. Tonight is just supposed to be relaxing and fun.
I love you so so much!! Sorry for not posting long recently. I haven’t been feeling well. Might take a day off.
Hello, and pleased to meet you. I was on Tumblr before, a really long time ago. I got scared away from the Internet (and witchcraft!) for a while after some bad things happened IRL, but now I’m back and looking forward to getting to know everyone! A little bit about me…
Hey, my name is Chris, which is short for Christinia. I live in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I’m still in school but I hope to finally graduate this year. I like art, especially watercolor, and love watching anime and action adventures shows and movies. I’ve been studying witchcraft for a few years now, but I know I still have a lot to learn.
I’m not Pagan or Wiccan, so I’m pretty much just a non-denominational witch-in-training. I’m not religious, but I do like reading about religions, especially ancient ones. My mom’s side of the family is from Iceland, so I kind of want to know more about Icelandic traditions, too.
I have an online mentor called Leda who has been kind enough to give me witchcraft lessons, and I have learned a lot from her already. We met when I found her email address in a book on witchcraft I borrowed from the library (and ended up keeping). I sent her an email, and after corresponding for a few years, she agreed to take me on as a student, so I talk to her regularly and study with her.
So far, I’ve been experimenting with elemental spells, charms, and candle magick, but I also want to learn about divination and all kinds of other things. I want to learn everything there is to know about magick and be the best witch ever! :-)
It would be really great if other witches could fill my dash with awesome witchery, lol!
Exo’s Reaction when their girlfriend whispers to them while their sleeping but they are not asleep.
exo reaction to you thinking they’re asleep and saying something like ’ please dont get hurt, that would kill me, i never want to lose you’….or something to that effect i guess….:)
Xiumin: *while you got back to your shared room ,because you just got out of the shower and you guys were going to watch a movie. But you see him asleep and did not wanted to wake him up. So you went to your side of the bed layed down and scooted a little closer to him and you whisper sweet things to his ear, thinking that he is asleep he would say* Say that again, jagi. *smiles widely*
Suho: *As you start to rub his hair thinking that he is asleep you start to say “please be careful, I love you so much! I can’t bear to loose you" and silently you let out a tear. He wakes up gives you a small smile, wipes your tears and he says* I love you too.
Baekhyun: *As you went over to the room you saw your boyfriend asleep, thinking he was asleep, you start to whisper sweet things to his ear. He moved up to look at you and he said* Jagi, I love you so much words can’t describe what I feel for you.
Lay: *As you got of the shower you went over to the room and saw your loving boyfriend asleep. You went to his side and bent and said sweet things but he wasn’t asleep, he looks at you and the he quickly gave you a kiss*
Chen: *You saw asleep in your coach and quickly felt bad because he was probably waiting for you and you just got home from work and forgot to tell him that you were coming late. But, since you guys haven’t talk much lately you decided to tell him about everything and then you told him that you love him so much that it will break your heart if anything happens to him, that you accidentally start to cry. He quickly wakes up and comforts you*
Chanyeol:*You just got to your shared apartment and you were so happy that you were going to see your happy virus. He is your source of happiness. But as you were looking for him, you saw him asleep in his own little studio. You went to him and started to whisper sweet things to his ear but he wakes and then he said* Jagi, you are home! and I love you more.
D.O: *You just left the room to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. When you returned to the room you saw your boyfriend asleep. And since you guys love each other but you guys express it but not actually say it much, you decided to whisper and tell him how much you loved him and how much you cared for him, you actually let out a tear. He got up and told you that he also loves you and that you are his everything*
Kai:*You got home and your dog greeted you and you thought that it was weird that your boyfriend did not greeted you first like he does every day. So you decided to go look for him. You fond him asleep in bed ,looking calm. So, since you haven’t seen him since this morning you gave a kiss in the cheek and started to say things you had in your heart for months, but you couldn’t figure how to say it to him. He heard you and he opened his eyes and smiled at you and said* Jagi, I don’t know what I’ll do without you.
Sehun: *You been waiting all day to see you’re boyfriend. You missed him so much that you actually thought that you were going to die. You got home and quickly called his name: Oh Sehun….No answer came. You decided to go to your room to get change. But you saw him asleep and since you missed him so much you went over to his side. You bent over and you started to say: “You don’t know how much I wanted to see you and How much I missed you….I don’t what I’ll do if something happen to you. I……I…..” * I love you too *he cut you off and started to cheer you up.