if this would be considered one!

Let’s talk about the elements!

I’ve written a lot about the seven classical planets and celestial/cosmic witchcraft. I think it’s time to bring things a bit more down to earth, though!

This is a new two-part series! It will focus on the natural elements as understood by the Western Magical Tradition.

In today’s article, I’ll be explaining a bit about the history of these concepts and how I see them. I hope you find this interesting and informative!

Thinking About the Elements

Elements are one of the first concepts I learned when beginning a journey into witchcraft. 

But! How do we view the elements as concepts? Lets consider how they relate to us and the whole universe. Here’s my views!

Some believe the elements are simply words for natural phenomena.
In other words, Fire is fire - the burning of a campfire or candle, or another flame. Water would always be something like a stream, the ocean or other liquid. I don’t see it this way. They’re far more complex than that!

The four elements stem the observations of ancient philosophers. These thinkers guessed that these substances were the building blocks of physical reality. Of course, they were wrong! In reality, atoms comprise matter. Matter and energy, then, make up the physical universe. 

We could associate four classical elements with the four states of matter. These are solid, liquid, gas, and plasma. They’d correspond to earth, water, air, and fire in turn. This is a very simplified view, though!

These concepts were fundamental to the ancients. A wealth of lore has developed around them. They have grown into complex metaphors for aspects of the human condition. The physical manifestations of the elements have become potent symbols. 

They represent various mental and emotional phenomena. Symbols are important in witchcraft. The way I see it, all tools of the Craft are symbols used to connect with larger forces that work within the universe.

The elements themselves, and their attributions, are in fact, somewhat arbitrary. This means that each of us will have a different idea of what each element represents!

There’s nothing wrong with this, though. The point is to use them as symbols. What they symbolize to you is your own business!

Qualifying the Elements

In the Western Magical Tradition, there are four core (classical) elements: Earth, Air, Fire, and Water.  

Some traditions do posit a fifth element called the quintessence, also known as Spirit or Aether. This fifth element stands apart from the other four, as it doesn’t behave in the same way.  

I’ll be focusing on these four, not on the quintessence. Spirit as an element is a very large topic best suited for its own series of articles.

Alchemical thinkers have placed these four into categories. . They’re quite useful for understanding the system. 

Each element is either “hot” or “cold,” as well as either “dry,” or “wet.”

This doesn’t describe the physical qualities of the phenomena in question. Rather, these terms are metaphors. They refer to the roles taken by the concepts each element embodies.

Hot and Cold Elements

Hot elements are active in human existence. 

They stand for concepts that penetrate and alter the world around them.
An outdated way of putting this would be to describe them as “masculine.” This comes from historical stereotypes about gender. I tend to use the term “active” to describe hot elements. That’s Fire and Air.

Cold elements are passive and receptive. 

They represent concepts from which we draw nourishment. They are the structure or substance that forms our mental landscape. The hot elements tend to be the essence or organizing principle. 

Cold elements are often stereotyped as “feminine.“  They are Water and Earth, both of which play a nourishing role in human existence.

Wet and Dry Elements

Dryness as a concept within the Western Magical Tradition refers to a fixed state. In other words, the dry elements are things that don’t often change. These elements are full of stability. 

The key feature of a dry element is lack of intense motion. We can depend on the stable parts of our existence, represented by these elements.

The dry elements are Fire and Earth. It may seem strange to call fire stable, but it is a reliable source of warmth to us. It represents a constant feature of human life.

When we speak of wet elements, we mean the two elements that aren’t fixed. In other words, elements that flow ,change and transform. It is the concepts associated with these elements that drive the changes. They are reliable, but only insofar as change, itself, is something to rely on! 

The wet elements are Air and Water. Both are natural features that shift and flow through our lives. The inclusion of Air as a wet element shows that these are metaphorical, not literal terms.

Much more could be said about how people have described the elements throughout time. The above image shows the alchemical view of how the elements can combine to create secondary principles. 

As you might guess, “fixed” and “volatile” here stand for what we’ve been calling “passive” and “active.” If you want to know more about these further topics, I recommend Robert Bartlett’s book, True Alchemy. 

The entire concept of the elements is a metaphor, though. It’s a metaphor that can work for you. It can help with your Craft, and help you connect with the universe. I’ll be posting the next article tomorrow! In that, I’ll be discussing each element in detail.

simmingbee  asked:

So now that Quiddity's BB is over and Jayme Rupp is released on Simkind once more, would you ever consider doing a bachelorette challenge with her? Because that would be amazing!!! 💕💕

Hi sweetie,

I seemed to have lot my character connection with Jayme. Also I kind of hate her but I do think @quiddity-jones who has such a deep emotional connection with the character can do one where all the contestants are Ash. She won’t be able to choose which Ash she wants! 

You belong with me// Montgomery de la Cruz

Requested by: @7reasonswhy

Songs: -call your girlfriend acoustic version by Ashleigh brown -you belong with me by Taylor swift

I was looking across the cafeteria at Monty surrounded by all his friends. Out of all the guys in this school I only had my eyes on Montgomery de la Cruz. Just one tiny problem…he had a girlfriend. She was a cheerleader and a total bitch, I watched as Monty tried kissing her but she moved her head over so he ended up kissing her cheek. The whole time she was giving Bryce a flirty look, if I had Monty I would never look at another guy.

“Are you seriously staring at him again?” Jessica waved her hand in front of my face snapping me out of my trance.

“He’s so hot…how did he end up with the devils mistress?” I sighed.

“I wouldn’t consider her his girlfriend she’s more of a….purse dog. She only clings to his side but she doesn’t actually love him, she’s his accessory. I heard him and Justin talking last time, he said she doesn’t talk to him outside of school and that he’s pretty sure she’s cheating.” Jessica spoke as we both watched their table. Monty laughed at something but his girlfriend hit him causing him to stop.

“Maybe he can cheat on her with me.” I said in a joking tone even though there was some truth to it.

“Why don’t you talk to him?” Jessica smiled.

“I can’t what’s the point if he has a girlfriend.” I started whining.

“We’re hanging out today after school at Bryce’s why don’t you come?”

“Okay I’ll skip last period to look nice.” I laughed as I stared down at my sweats. She laughed and nodded as we got up ready to throw our trash away. We passed by the table and Jessica stopped to give Justin a quick kiss. I awkwardly stood behind them when suddenly Monty turned to me, he observed me while his girlfriend talked in his ear. When we left we planned to meet up later to skip last period and help me look nice.

When we got to Bryce’s Jessica ran in and got us drinks.

“Everyone this is y/n be nice.” She smiled. We looked around to see Monty all by himself.

“Go talk to him.” Jessica nudged my shoulder.

“What do I say hey I’m y/n you’ve probably never noticed me since I’m a total loser…anyways I have this huge crush on you and fantasize that you’ll break up with your girlfriend and date me, do you think you can make my wish come true?” I answered sarastically.

“Oh don’t forget to add what you said last time…what was it? Something about how you and him would make beautiful babies?” She said jokingly.

“Oh my god I was drunk that time.” I blushed causing her to laugh. We talked for a while before she got up and left with Justin. It had gotten boring so I just sat there playing with my drink when suddenly I felt the couch besides me sink in.

“I swear it’s usually more interesting when Dempsey is here drunk but he had to leave early to babysit.” I turned to see Monty.

“I can replace him if you want… I do some embarrassing things while drunk.” I laughed.

“Really? I’ll be the judge of that.” He winked at me causing me to laugh. We talked all night until jessica showed up saying we had to leave and she was my only ride. Monty and I exchanged numbers before Jessica drove away.

“Spill everything now.” She laughed. After I told her everything she turned to me during a red light.

“He is so into you!!” She wiggled her eyebrow at me.

“What no…jess it was just to friends talking.” I laughed. Suddenly my phone rang.

Would you like to hang out at Rosie’s diner, tomorrow at 6?- Monty

“What is it?” She smiled.

“He wants to hang out at Rosie’s.” I stared at my phone in surprise.

“Hmmm and make beautiful babies right after?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. I laughed as I quickly responded with a yes. After Rosie’s we became best friends. He would always talk to me when he had girl trouble.

“I don’t get it so I took her on a simple date because last time she yelled at me that she doesn’t have time and now she yelled at me that I don’t care enough to try.” Monty groaned into my pillow.

“Hmm…I know what you need.” I grinned.

“What is that?” He gave me a daring smirk.

“Dance party!!” I yelled as I turned up the music that was playing softly in the background. I jumped up and down on the bed as I tried to get him to join. Then the song changed to you belong with me by Taylor swift, oh the irony.

“Oh my god this is my song!” I yelled over the music. I grabbed my comb and used it as I microphone as I playful sang to Monty causing him to laugh.

“But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She’s cheer captain And I’m on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up And find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time If you can see I’m the one who understands you Been here all along so why can’t you see You belong with me You belong with me.” I sang as I pointed to Monty.

“I’m not singing Taylor swift.” He laughed.

“Fine I’ll tickle you you until you sing at least one verse.” I got on him as I started tickling him and he squirmed and laughed.

“Wait stop.” He breathed out. I stopped worried that I had hurt him. Suddenly he kissed me catching me off guard. After a while we pulled apart breathless when he suddenly bolted up.

“Shit I shouldn’t have done that.” He quickly got up and ran out the door. Monty started ignoring me after that. Whenever he saw me in the hallway he headed the opposite way or just avoided eye contact. Today there would he a baseball game and after spending all day crying with Jessica we decided to go so I could confront him.

The game ended up getting canceled because it was raining heavily. I looked across the field to so everyone gone but Monty who was putting all his things into his bag. He walked across the field hugging myself to protect myself from the cold rain water falling down on me.

“Do you really regret it that bad.” I scoffed. He turned around and gave me a sad look.

“I have a girlfriend I really shouldn’t have done that,” He sighed.

“Fine look me in the face tell me you hated and regret it and I will never bother you again.” I stared at him anger radiating off me.

“I did…I didn’t…but that’s the thing I hate that I don’t regret it.” He groaned frustrated.

“Explain what happened, tell her you don’t feel anything anymore then break up with her.” I sighed.

“I can’t.”

“Okay.” I nodded and started walking away.

“Y/n wait.” He yelled. He ran after me before turning me around by grabbing my arm. I was about to protest when he kissed me, it was short and sweet when we pulled apart he nodded.

“Okay I will.” He smiled before kissing my forehead. We walked back to school soaking wet as he held my hand.

Im sorry if you requested an imagine and I haven’t posted it, it’s because I’m having some trouble with tumblr and I will try to post yours soon

Originally posted by knightlley


I’m praying and hoping everyone from Manchester are home safe with their loved ones and praying for the ones lost. It’s abominable that things like this can even happen, but we also have to be aware that things like this happened everyday in places like Aleppo and therefore must extend as equal amount of love and compassion to both countries. It’s a catastrophe that something like this could even happen in a day and age like this, especially at an Ariana Grande concert, a place I would consider to be one of the most LOVE filled places. My heart breaks for these tragedies everyday. 💔 I hope everyone’s okay and not letting this taint your faith inhumanity. Love is stronger than hate.

anonymous asked:

i feel like youve answered this before but i couldn't find it, but any true crime book suggestions

Hi! I have a few books in mind that would satisfy just about any true crime enthusiast. These are all NON fiction too, so all the stories are true!!!

One Of Your Own - Carol Ann Lee
The Serial Killer Files - Harold Schechter
My James - Ralph Bulger
True Crime: Infamous Villians And Their Crimes - David Southwell & Martin Fido
The Stranger Beside Me - Ann Rule
So Brilliantly Clever - Peter Graham
Mindhunter - John Douglas & Mark Olshaker
My Friend Dahmer - Derf Backderf (yes I consider this non-fiction)
Devils Knot - Mara Leveritt
Black Dahlia Avenger - Steve Hodel
Green River Running Red - Ann Rule
Whoever Fights Monsters - Robert K. Ressler
Female Serial Killers - Peter Vronsky
The Diary of Jack the Ripper - James Carnac
Zodiac - Robert Gray
Lust Killer - Ann Rule
Journey Into Darkness - John Douglas & Mark Olshaker
Sleep My Darlings - Dianne Fannings

I hope this list can help you get started :)

anonymous asked:

captain canary + “Please, don’t leave.”


3. “Please, don’t leave.”

After they dropped off Mick and Amaya in the forties, Leonard had disappeared from the rest of the group. Sara finally found him a few hours later sitting along in Mick’s room. It was a completely different place now. There were still the various crates and stuff lying all around. However, certain things were gone, like the guitar, that made the room feel more empty.

Sara understood why Mick had left. It wasn’t Sara didn’t feel happy for him and Amaya, because she absolutely was. But Mick had been a friend to her, a good one. They’d had their rough patches together, but she still considered him to be a friend and he had told her he saw her in the same way before he left. Now, Sara wouldn’t get to see him as often as she would have if Mick had stayed.

Leonard was taking it a lot worse though than she was. His friendship with Mick had gone decades and had one of the strongest bonds Sara had ever seen. Saying goodbye to him had been hard for Leonard. Sara knew Mick had told Leonard his reasons. Still, leaving your friend behind in the past couldn’t be easy.

For a while, she hovered by the door, unsure of whether or not to go in. Leonard was sitting against the back wall, eyes closed and head bowed. Sara wasn’t sure what to say to him. Losing your sister was different than leaving your best friend behind.

Sara sighed softly and took a step back.

“Please, don’t leave.”

Sara looked back into the room to see Leonard was now looking up at her with a broken expression. She stepped forward into the room and made her way over to him. He had a piece of wire that he kept twisting and untwisting around his hand as she sat down beside him. For a few moments, she watched him work with it before reaching her hand over to place it over one of his.

Leonard let the wire go. It dropped to the floor as he gripped her hand in return. Sara leaned her head on his shoulder. He leaned into her then, and they let their hands fall to the floor together. Together, they stayed that way for ages.

“I miss him too,” Sara told him finally.

He squeezed her hand a little. She squeezed back.


Four years late to the party, but I just imagined what the Day of the Doctor would be like if there were just like… all of the Classic Doctors hanging around the Undergallery, all of them acting as Curator or other positions.

It would be a beautiful, terrible farce. Despite almost always being in some form of Contact, they’re constantly forgetting the dumbest shit just because more than one happened to be in a room at the same time (’I thought I went for my tea…’ ‘You did and I enjoyed it quite profusely.’ *name calling ensues*). Constant stupid arguments about how to organize and display things (’I’m older than you’, ‘Well you might want to consider glasses in your old age because you’ve managed to hang Gallifrey upside down… again!’). Nobody knows what color theory is, alphabetization is a distant and hazy dream, for some reason the private gallery has a published guide book which is half written in hot pink glittery ink, celery somehow qualifies as a desk plant.

Female companions react to sole joking about their death when really they're really considering it because they hate themselves but playing it off like nothing is wrong

Thank you for this ask, anon. I’m hoping this one might give people who are dealing with this some hope and comfort, maybe even to talk about it to someone they love and trust. These characters would believe in you, and one way or another so do I ❤️

Here is the one I made for the boys

Intro: Sole was not doing nearly as well as they pretended to. Being in the ravages of the commonwealth, losing what they lost… they felt useless, hadn’t been able to stop it all. Sole couldn’t shake the thought that nothing would change that feeling. They hated themself for not being good enough, never feeling happy enough so faking that it was to the outside world was the next best thing. Joking to hide it, just one day at a time, as long as nobody found out about it. That was until the day, in spite of the smile still set on their face, something must’ve shone through in one of their jokes. They were looking into the very concerned eyes of their Companion. “ Hey… are you alright?”
It took Sole a fraction of a second to regain their composure, to get back to the façade and the fake smile. “Yeah, of course! I was just joking, let’s go.” Their companion held them by the arm, not tightly, but just to get them to turn around and stand still.
“ Sole… What is really going on?” The worry in their voice made Sole cave in entirely. They had hoped never to have to explain this… not like they would understand it anyway. But they couldn’t evade it anymore. Tears welled up in Sole’s eyes as they admitted that maybe they hadn’t just been jokes.

Curie looked more worried than she ever had before, and that was saying something considering she was usually the one to patch up Sole’s wounds. This wasn’t something any kind of medical knowledge could prepare her for, nothing she could just fix. So she went with the new instincts that came with having a body and pulled sole into a tight hug, allowing them to just cry it out and making sure they had the physical affirmation that someone was there to cling to. When Sole calmed down a bit they were the first to speak “Curie, thanks but, I’m fine, I’m sorry to have sprung that on you I didn’t mean to…”
Curie shook her head “Non! No apologies!”
Sole sighed, looking defeated. “ You mean more zho me zhan anyzhing in zhe world. I want zho know if somezhing is wrong! “ She placed her hand on Sole’s cheek. “ You are loved and important. Whatever I can do zho help… please let me.”

Sole tried to regain their composure as Des stood there in shock. She hadn’t seen it coming, she wondered how she didn’t notice. How she didn’t realise that the person with the weight of the world on their shoulders couldn’t be going through this. “Sole, if I can help…”
Sole shook their head and wiped away their tears with the back of their hand. “ This is my fight Des, not yours. I can’t just be saved. This isn’t like managing an escape route for someone who was trapped by some sort of evil dictator, I’m battling myself.”
“ I know that, but a little help from your friends can’t hurt. After all these years of speaking to people who are trying to get their life back or started I’ve learned that talking helps. You don’t have to talk to me but…  talk to someone. Regardless, my door is definitely always open. “
“ I don’t want to be a nuisance, I know very well this world doesn’t revolve around me. “ Sole looked down, not wanting to face her anymore. “Hey look at me.” Des made sure she made eye contact with Sole. “ And I don’t want to lose you.”

Haylen looked up at Sole, sighed and held on to them. “I’m not going to say I get it. That I know how it feels. But… I’m here. And I get part of it.”
Sole breathed in and out and tried to calm down a little. Haylen just sat there with them until they did, holding on to their hand. 
“What do you mean, you get part of it? “
“ I figured Danse told you about this…” Haylen looked down. “ I was forced to give a Knight, who I stayed with for 2 days and nights, an overdose of painkillers. He couldn’t be saved, his wounds were too severe. I knew that. But I refused to just… “ Haylen’s face looked pained. “Anyway, I collapsed and Danse held on to me. I did something that according to my medical training was wrong, I kept… thinking of what I could have done anyway. Perhaps, something would have worked. I’m pretty sure I slipped into  a depression. Kept it down though. Rhys… helped me through it. Danse did too, but without knowing. And some meds. Regardless, I know what it feels like to feel stuck in the dark. I know part of this might be due to what happened back in that vault of yours.”
“ He did tell me, I just… we weren’t that close yet so I didn’t put two and two together.” Haylen scoffed. “It’s fine, he probably didn’t either. All I’m saying is… All you and I want to do is go back and save the people that we love… add up this kind of world to that instinct and things get bad fast sometimes. But you shouldn’t go through this alone. I got you. If you need to talk, I won’t judge you for it, not for a second. “

Glory’s eyes widened. “ You… what?” She couldn’t bring herself to do anything, the shock kept her set in place. Sole looked up at her, watery eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it. Can we… ignore I just said that?”
“ No! I wanna hug you and slap you at the same time. How long have you felt like this?” Sole smiled but remained extremely unconvincing. “ A while.”
Glory inhaled deeply and as she exhaled she put her hands on Sole’s shoulders. “Listen, you’re gonna be okay. You hear me? I don’t know how we’re gonna do it yet but we’re gonna do this. I got you.” Her words weren’t helping, but to have her on their side did help a little, not being alone with this helped a little. 

Magnolia’s usual in charge and independent look changed to one of compassion at the look of Sole crying. She had no idea what to do, what to say. She avoided getting too personally involved with people, but Sole was different somehow. She always considered Sole to be the ultimate survivor and knowing they felt broken on the inside broke her heart a little as well. She just held Sole and said “It’s okay. Look forward to small things, I would recommend my fantastic performances but they can hardly be called small things. And carry on. Stay here for a while. There’s room in my bed and in my arms for you for as long as you need, my hoards of admirers will just have to wait.”

Piper’s lips parted a little, and the look in her eyes softened. “ Well… I can’t say this is a big surprise.”
“ I’m sorry, you didn’t ask for this. Just… ignore I said anything.” She pushed a strand of hair from Sole’s face and let her hand rest on their cheek, wiping one of their tears away. “I noticed something was wrong before but I kinda wanted to wait for you to tell me. I didn’t want to risk putting those kind of thoughts in your head.” She sighed and tilted her head a little. “ I’m so sorry I waited to ask. I should’ve asked sooner. “ Piper felt helpless, not having a clue what she could possibly do to help. “ No, it’s my fault. A lot of things are.”
“ Damnit Blue… you’re the best damn thing in this world. I know how selfish this is going to sound but I need you. You may be down in the dirt now but you still have this glow to you. The promise that there are a couple of good people left out there. You don’t know what it means to me to have you by my side. So… You can cry, or scream, Whatever feels right and I will stay by your side. No matter how bad it gets I’m gonna be right there with you. So when it gets too much,.. you know I’m a good listener. Even off the record.” Sole remained silent, but looked right into her eyes. She grabbed Sole’s hands. “ You are not a bad person, okay? And you are loved.” 

Um okay so I woke up this morning to emails and reblogs and comments and replies and I was completely BLOWN AWAY by the response you guys had to my fic!!! Thank you SO MUCH!!! I mean, I DID NOT imagine it would have that sort of lovely response, it was SO wonderful to see!!! (sorry for all the capital letters and exclamation points, I just don’t know of a better way to tell you all how amazingly happy this all made me :) So, anyway, due to the fabulous words that were directed my way, I will try my best to continue writing. :) I hope to find my style and write some angst-y Lizzington stuff cause that’s how we like em best, right? Eh, don’t answer that. Anyhoo, I considered what I posted last night to be a one-shot, by definition, but I was intrigued that so many people are interested in a companion fic of sorts of Liz’s perspective on events. So I may or may not be working on that right now…And by that I mean I definitely am. So expect that to be posted sometime tomorrow :) Depending on what you guys think of that, I’ll look into creating an FF/AO3 account for my stuff. So yeah. There’s my update. Thank you so much again guys. It means the world. I love ya :) <3

One time at work, someone had locked both sets of register keys in the register, so we couldn’t accept cash for about a week while our SM submitted a work order (because at that point, a register is considered ‘broken’ until it can be unlocked with a master key). We had three signs out that said we couldn’t accept cash (we can’t ring up people at other registers, and most people understand this. If it’s a situation like our register screen wouldn’t turn on, that’s different, and I would gladly ring them up at another register, with SM approval. However, because it wasn’t a hardware issue, we can’t do that). I personally made the signs so people could see them: one on the register, one on the counter by the register, and one on one of the far counters (in the literal front of our department). Each sign was blatant and said, “Debit/Credit/Check Only! We apologize for the inconvenience! - Management”

So of course, this guy tries to pay with cash, and I say, “I’m sorry sir, we can’t accept cash at this time because our register is broken.”

So he says, “What do you mean you can’t accept cash?”

I reply, “Our register is broken right now, and we can only accept credit, debit, or a check.”

So instead of being a decent human being, understanding and paying with a card (which I could see in his wallet, seriously, if you want to be a jerk and not pay with a specified method because of something that’s not my fault, don’t be stupid), he says, “Well, where’s a sign that says that?!”

So I grab the nearest one, plonk it down on the counter and say, “We can only accept credit, debit or a check, just like this sign says.” A woman standing behind him nearly yells,


Well gosh, ma'am, if he had walked two feet, maybe he would have! Instead of saying that, however, I said, “We have signs clearly posted that say that. You have to walk past at least one of them to approach my counter, they’re clearly visible.”

So what does she do? Call me a bitch and storm off, saying to other customers (who are clearly uncomfortable with her outburst), “Well I’m not shopping here again!” Good. I hope you don’t, asshole.

He eventually whines enough that I have to leave my counter unattended to take him to another register, and use my number, to ring him up. Here’s the kicker: the only available register is one we can’t actually get to, because of security reasons. So as I’m walking the other associate through the ring-up process, I have to tell her to press button A, which she’s never used, and button B, again, which she’s never used (it took ten minutes to get through this transaction, not including the outburst). I finally hand him his receipt after putting all the warranty information on it, and saying in a completely sweet way, “Have a great rest of your day, sir!” When I got out of earshot I muttered, “Asshole.”

tl;dr, When someone tells you that you have to pay with a specified method, don’t argue. If we say we can’t accept cash at this time, the register drawer can’t be opened, dumbass.

anonymous asked:

hi, i'm considering adopting a cat once I move out and am able to, i think it'd be great to save an animal and I personally think it would be beneficial for my depression, I think you've answered this before but what are your thoughts on how 'vegan' adopting a carnivorous animal is?

If you’re uncomfortable feeding them their required diet (meat) then I’d suggest you don’t get one, but if you’re okay with that then there’s no reason you can’t. Make sure they’re neutered and make sure they’re not allowed to free roam outside, aside from that it’s entirely up to personal preference really. Ideally these animals wouldn’t be domesticated or bred at all, but as it stands many millions needs homes, so if you can give one of them a good life then I think that is a hugely positive thing to do.

anonymous asked:

Hey, a while ago I sent an ask about teaching my Pangoro the TM Infestation. The move was great in combat, but I had a problem with the move outside of battle. And by that I mean my Pangoro accidently infested my house. Now I know you're probably thinking that I should just call pest control, but the guy I usually go to is out of town and... Would it be smart to release a bunch of Poliwags in my house? They eat bugs, right? There's a whole pond of 'em near by... Is this a good idea? Please help.

This would only be a good idea if you didn’t mind recreating There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly but with a house instead of the elderly.

In all seriousness, anonymous, never use wild pokémon to solve a domestic issue. Wild pokémon rarely understand house manners. Instead, consider catching one and training it to clean up insects. Just one should be sufficient.


I have various beading supplies, as well as some jewelry I’d like to sell/trade. Money is preferred, as I am saving for top surgery, but I’ll consider any trade someone offers.

Not so witchy I also have a few silver & silver/gold cross necklaces/crusifixes, a couple of rings(one silver w/clear stones & 1 blue stone, one gold w/ clear and reddish stones), and some really cute animal magnets I’m happy to send pictures of if anyone would like. Contact me @drakeb137 or @hewitchdrake, also for my fellow trans witches I have clothes listed @clothes-from-drake.

anonymous asked:

What is your opinion on pinned bugs? Do you own any, or if don't would you one day like to?

My father had a butterfly collection when he was younger, but he ended up giving it away or otherwise getting rid of it, I can’t remember. I’t unfortunate, I would have loved to see it. 

I don’t have any myself, but I think they’re very fascinating. I was thinking of starting a collection of my own at one point, but collecting pinned bugs usually requires actively killing them, and I don’t think I can do that. All of my animal remains have been dead a long while before I acquired them. If I stumbled across a respectable bug seller, I wouldn’t mind getting a cicada or a beetle of some sort, but I don’t consider it a priority.

anonymous asked:

This blog first post explains why fan fiction and fan art is legal and not pedophilia, blog @otayurgles. Please reblog to as many as possible. Also falsely accusing a user of pedo is against tumblr TOS and will get the accuser banned. Originally found from blog @tenaflyviper

Yo Anon!

I think I saw you post this to other blogs as well, as a means to help people if they have ever been attacked by an anti and that’s cool.

I would like the opportunity to discuss something, though.

In the months I have run this fandom blog, focusing mainly on Otayuri, I haven’t received one single direct comment of hate. This is a small miracle, considering the fact I’m pretty vocal about liking this ship, reblog NSFW, write smut and have an explicit fic up on AO3 in which Yuri is 17. 

That being said I know for a fact some of my dear mutuals have received some pretty nasty comments. However, the fact that anyone would even need to defend themselves for this ship irritates me to no end. I don’t like to participate in the discourse and even find the pro-Otayuri posts tiring, to be honest. Let me explain.

To me, liking this ship in a non-issue. There isn’t anything “problematic” about it. The fact that some people insist it is baffles me. I wouldn’t have even considered there would be “problems” surrounding Otayuri if it hadn’t been for the content I came across on Tumblr, telling that it is or isn’t. Tell me if I’m wrong, but I think most of the fans that find fault with it are North American. I don’t see such vehement reactions from for example Asian or European fans. Personally, I’m from the Netherlands and I don’t think the ages of the characters in the ship would be considered weird or unhealthy at all.

In short, I don’t feel the need to defend myself over liking the possibility of romance between two characters who are both teenage boys. 

But if anyone gets hate and needs to get in defense mode, there’s the info you can use right there. 

sleepyshark  asked:

Questions 11-15?

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

Well, hopefully everything, all things considered. I mean, no one here has seen my early, early writing (thank god) from like, ten years ago, but I can assure you, it was terrible. 

But if I’m going to be specific, I would say, I think I’ve improved the most when it comes to characterization and designing characters. I feel like my first (long ago, far away, more than ten years ago,) attempts at fanfiction, I didn’t particularly bother too much with staying true to character. And when it came to designing characters, a fair amount of my OCs were all-powerful and pretty much all of them had a lot of angst and tragic backstories. Now only 50% of them have angsty, tragic backstories, and I feel very pleased with that =D I feel like there’s more variation in the kinds of characters I write, too.

12) your weaknesses as an author

Anything to do with sexy times. I’ve stated that I get super embarrassed and cannot write NSFW stuff, but even just slightly sexy things, I have a hard time writing. I have a few prompts that are just *slightly* sexy implied and I still haven’t written them because I don’t know hooooooow.

Also, details. More on this in later questions, but I am super bad at providing details =D I mean, it is just a personal preference, I don’t like reading a lot of details so I don’t like writing them, but sometimes I don’t know how. Like, just the other day I was writing a scene and I knew it took place in a dojo and that both characters were wearing gi and I was staring at it going, “hoooooww do I mention that they’re wearing gi. Do I need to mention that? Maybe I don’t need to mention that.” So I didn’t. I might go back and change that.

Also in that same scene, I mention one character having glasses, and realized that was the first time I’d mentioned she had glasses, and thought probably I should include that sooner.

So all around, terrible at including details. 

13) your strengths as an author

Hands down, my biggest strength is being able to finish writing projects. Which isn’t even a writer skill, per se, but I do think it’s essential to being able to write. Just being able to finish writing projects makes up for a lot of other writer sins, and I think it’s the best way to learn how to be a better writer, so I’m glad my particular brand of stubbornness sees me to the end.

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

Not usually, no, although as should be evident from my title choices, I have particular songs that I associate with particular stories, and I’ll occasionally listen to them over and over again when I’m working on that particular story. I am now literally incapable of listening to “And We Run” without thinking about Designation: Miracle.

15) why did you start writing?

This is super embarrassing, but I probably started writing because my older sister started writing. And this happened fairly early on in elementary school, which should be an indicator that my sister is a bit of a genius when it comes to the arts. I feel like nine times out of then, anything I did as a child it’s most likely because my sister did it first. (Is that common for younger siblings? I feel like that’s probably common for younger siblings).

Although, I didn’t start seriously considering writing until in high school, my best friend (who I have known since I was three, and is also like a sister to me because we grew up together) and I were talking about what we were interested in being when we grew up and she said, “I also figured you’d be a writer.” At the time, I didn’t write a lot of fiction, but I journaled a lot, so I wasn’t sure where she got that impression. And she said, “Well, I just figure, if you suddenly weren’t allowed to write anymore you’d be miserable.”

And even though at the time I wasn’t writing a lot of fiction, I figured she was probably right.

Thank you so much for your questions, friend!!!! I am so very honored that people were interested in the answers =)

anonymous asked:

Ya'know i'm not even part of this mess but i'm tired of it popping up in the NoctLuna tag this is our tag stay out haters please?! Anyway can you make some headcanon's of Noctis and Luna dancing together under the starry night sky if you can would really appreciate it considering everything

Awwww, yesssssss~~~~ absolutely that’s so cuuute~~

-As kids in Tenebrae, Noctis marveled at all the stars in the sky, so much more than can be seen through the Wall and light pollution of Insomnia. One night, Luna pushes him out to an extension off the manor that has no roof.

-They look at the stars for a little while, then Noct asks Luna a few questions about them, and she answers as best as she can. They talk a little about who they are, their destinies. Not very much about it, but enough to show it’s so much on their mind. Things like “I’m looking forward to the day when everyone can enjoy this view, wherever they may be.” (or if it’s Noct, maybe a line like “One day, you’ll be able to look at the stars from anywhere.”)

-Then Luna says they should take this chance and enjoy it. They’ve danced before with him in the wheelchair, and they do again. Luna loves cute stories, so that’s where she got the idea, and Noct just enjoys it because it’s fun and she’s laughing and he feels like he knows his friend a bit better

-In Altissia, they enjoying a night out on the town. Eating good food, riding the gondola around, and they come across street musicians. There’s people already dancing on the streets, and they join in.

-The lamps make it harder to see the stars, but it’s a clear night. They’re enjoying themselves immensely, and they move on from the lively dancing to continue their walk.

-Noct gives Luna his jacket as they get further from crowds and the wind really starts catching them. They go to some of the upper tiers and find a secluded spot. Noct hugs Luna from behind, his arms wrapped around her to keep her warm.

-She looks up and smiles at the stars, now that they’re further from the lights and looking out over the water. He starts swaying and she laughs and turns around in his arms. They start slow dancing there, with the stars above and the walls of water as their backdrop

Made this tiny little bottle full of herbal magic and I think it’s the cutest thing ever. Ive been considering making different bottles that are made with the purest intent, blessed with magic and sealed to either wear around your neck or keep with you in general.

Each bottle will serve its own unique intention(s). Would anyone be interested in one of these magical babies? This particular bottle I made specifically for attracting love. It’s made with special herbs and an oil blend, cleansed with sage and blessed with rose quartz.