in their early twenties

The Archaeologist

She stood up, stretching muscles that had been cramped into awkward positions for hours. Uncovering century-old skeletons was thrilling, but try explaining that to back muscles forced to hold a spine bent halfway over a dusty pit.  

This was the best preserved of the bunch. A young lady, judging by the skull features, about the archaeologist’s own age - early twenties, and already married. The gold band shone dully in the sun, its gleam seen only now after 150 years of dirt to keep it safe on its finger.  

Grinning to herself, she crouched down again to get a close look at the ring. Now that the daylight was hitting it directly, she could see an inscription around the band. After a moment’s inspection, she let out a soft gasp. Her own name was etched into the gold: Rose. It seemed fated that she should uncover this particular skeleton, out of the fifteen or so they had found. Glancing at the skull, she fancied that she could even see the flesh over the bone, filling out a face that looked much like hers. A face that was hers. As she stared in horror, pink flesh grew out of the pores of the bone, flooding the skull and forming into cheeks, ears, lips. Eyes. A pale blue, just like her own.  

She looked away from the skull - the head now - peering over the edge of her pit to the others working away. Surely they should have heard her exclamation of satisfaction as she had uncovered the last toe bone, just moments before. No one moved, not even at their work. They seemed frozen, a snapshot of the work of an excavation held still by time itself. She felt bare bones tighten around her wrist, and her eyes went to the skeleton of their own accord.  

The skeletal hand pulled her close, and she tore her gaze from her own face to glance down the body. All but the hand and feet had been covered over again by flesh. The same pale skin, the same freckles - she knew this body intimately. The new, soft lips defied the dry air, and spoke to her. The voice was not the same at first, but changed as it - she - spoke, to a perfect copy.

“My, looks like you’ve had plenty of time with this one. It’s my turn now.” The archaeologist tried to pull away, panic overwhelming her senses as she felt her body being sucked down into the grave, fresh air melting away. As she lay, staring up at the blue sky, the last thing she saw was the white grin of the skeleton above her. “Looks like I’ve got a good one here.”

anonymous asked:

How did you get all those kids!?

when you mix alcohol with being cocky and a bit too confident at a bar where women and men kinda throw themselves at you because you’re famous and they will do anything for you
things sort of, happen
I was in my early twenties and i just sorta let the fame get to my head

Again it disturbs me that people in their early twenties are ashamed of being virgins as though it should be normal and expected for middle schoolers and high schoolers to be fucking lile crazy particularly when those are the most vulnerable amd likely to be taken advantage of by adults. This world’s fixation with sex is disturbing

i have thought a lot about censorship and what is “appropriate”. not a lot of people know this, but lolita was written to show what we allow on our bookshelves: there being no swear words in it meant it was free from censorship. a book about child molestation was allowed because it didn’t explicitly use the word “fuck”. he wrote it to show we don’t really care about protecting children, and it ended up being seen as a romance.

someone once told me - actually, many people have - that lgbt content isn’t appropriate for children. any content. not just kissing. i’m drowned in questions: “won’t the parents have to explain it?” “kids shouldn’t be thinking about sex at this age, or do you think differently?” “what will the kids think?”

at six i saw disney movies. people kiss and get married. i didn’t ask “what does that mean.” i didn’t ask “are those people going to have sex?” i didn’t ask anything, because i was six, and no six year old thinks twice about these things. nobody ever “explained” being straight to me, it was a fact, and it existed, and i was fine with that. why would being gay require a thesis, i wonder.

someone once told me that the one of the reasons people hate lgbt individuals is because they can’t see us as anything but sexual. we’re not people, so much as sinners. that they don’t see love, they see sex. just sex. it’s perversion, not a matter of the heart. only of the body.

i think i was in my early twenties before i saw someone like me. 

how old were you, though, before you saw violence? before you saw sexual assault on tv? i think something like that is only pg-13, and if it’s implied, they can get away with anything. i remember watching things and learning about blood, but knowing sex - sex was what was really wrong. sex was always rated r. sex was always kind of a bad word. i was told a lot that i wasn’t ready.

i had a dream last night that i made a site where people could ask any question they wanted about sex and get answered by a professional. it was shut down in moments because 15 year olds wanted to know if it should hurt, if “double-bagging” was a real thing, if this, if that. we shudder. don’t let the children know about that! 

but at thirteen i had seen enough violence it no longer struck me. i couldn’t say “fuck” but i knew that if you break your femur, you can bleed out internally in under half an hour. in school i wasn’t allowed to write about loving girls because what would the administration think - but i could write about wanting to kill myself and people would say how lovely, how blistering.

i have thought a lot about censorship. sometimes people on this site try it with me: don’t write this, don’t be so nasty. some of it is intrinsic. we know as people with a uterus not to complain about “that time of the month”, we know better than to talk about sexual assault (how shameful), we know that talking about a vagina is somehow scandalous. i can say “dick” and nobody questions me. some people only refer to the bottom half of me by “pussy”. they won’t wrap a mouth around “vagina” like it’s poison to them. even discussing this, that the language halts, that there’s an intrinsic desire to say “girls” instead of “women” - feels naughty, illicit. not for children.

the other day someone suggested i make my blog 18+. i said, okay, it deals a lot with depression and other problems that might be for a mature audience. oh no, they said, that’s not it, i think that’s helpful. i said, okay. so what is it then. well, you’re gay. you write about loving women. and i said, i don’t write about sex often and they said. it’s not about the sex. but wlw isn’t for a general audience. teenagers aren’t ready.

oh.

lolita is recommended for high school and up. i think about that a lot. i know girls who love it, who say it speaks to them on a deep level. it’s beautiful prose, after all. that was the whole point of the novel. something that looked like a rose but was intrinsically awful. i think about how if i was a model they’d want me to look young, thin, prepubescent. how my body would be sold and how through the mall i walk by images of barely-clothed women while mothers cannot breastfeed in public without fear of retribution. 

i think about how i can write a novel about violence and it will be pg-13 but if my characters say “fuck” twice it’s inappropriate. i said fuck three times so far in this post, which makes it only appropriate for adults. 

i think about that, and how my identity is something that people suggest lines up with a swear word. that people shouldn’t talk about it. that it’s a vulgarity. bad for children, harsh, confusing.

fuck. i love women. which one makes this only for those over eighteen.

SOME THINGS I NOTICED IN SEASON 3

we’re talking about Voltron season 3 here so wATCH OUT

-We see Keith’s knife only once this season, and it was sheathed
-Pidge is trying to find her family in the first episode, but nothing about it is mentioned the rest of the season
-We got no flashbacks to Keith’s childhood or past with Shiro
-We saw baby Allura, but not baby Lotor
-#NOTMYSHIRO
-Kurōn means clone in Japanese guys
-Keith is dominant left-handed, but he’s actually ambidextrous
-Keith teleports the black bayard through his body to his other hand. I need answers
-So technically Zarkon and Haggar are dead?
-If Sven exists, do the other original “space explorers” exist too?
-if Zarkon and Haggar had Lotor, and if they had him after they were dead and revived by quintessence, wouldn’t that cause some problems with the birth?
-I know we’re supposed to assume that being in the rift and dying and coming back gave Haggar her powers. But what about the rest of the Druids?
-It’s apparently a Red Paladin thing to just leave your teammates and do your own thing on an impulse. Does that mean Lance is gonna start doing that?
-I think that Alfor is more like Keith than Lance, actually. If Keith had had a better past and childhood, he probably would’ve ended up a lot like him.
-How in the world are they going to defeat the new comet ship? Like I know that they’ll be able to, but how? It seems very impossible at the moment
-I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of the Awkward Two Leaders moments
-Keith is absolutely on to Not Shiro. Did you see the way he was looking at him?
-I also don’t think Not Shiro knows he’s Not Shiro. He thinks he’s Shiro, but remember Young Justice with Red Arrow? I think it’s like that.
-The Black Lion so far hasn’t shown a lot of her personality to Keith, not like Red did. I wonder if she will later, or if she even has the ability to.
-WHERE??? DID??? ALLURA’S MAGIC GO????
-Why was Lotor exiled, and where? They’re obviously setting this up. And unless Galra have extended lifespans like Alteans do, Lotor was exiled pretty young. He appears to be in his early twenties right now. And he was exiled so well and efficiently that not a word was casually spoken about him in hallways and such that we saw. Is this part of the reason Lotor is so bitter towards his father?
-Lotor doesn’t treat Haggar like his mother. Does he know if she is his mother?
-Haggar had Space Amnesia, gaining a new name and identity while her husband presumably knew her original identity the entire time. That seems kinda sad. I almost feel bad for them.
-I stand by the theory Acxa is related to Keith somehow. Also, we know Keith flashbacked to the Weblum. But did she as well? If she did, then she’d remember he saved her life, right?
-Since Keith is in the black lion now, does that make him Space Big Brother?
-How is Earth doing rn
-I bet that Keith will tell the others that Shiro isn’t Shiro. And I bet none of them will believe him- except one. And it’ll be either Lance or Hunk. Pidge and Allura are too happy to have Shiro back. Hunk is suspicious and observant enough to come to the same conclusions as Keith, and Lance trusts what Keith says.
-“Take me to a space hospital”
-Young Zarkon looks like a lego

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20 Disney’s Atlantis Facts (You may or may not know)

  1. After Hunchback of Notre Dame was released, Disney decided they didn’t want to do another musical.  Instead, they chose to do an Action-Adventure film inspired by the works of Jules Verne.
  2. The weaponry used is correct to the time period of early 20th century.  The film features the Lee Enflied, the Lewis Gun, the Broomhandle Mauser and a variant of the Luger.
  3. The creation of the Atlantean language was done by the same man who developed the Klingon language for the Star Trek films.
  4. The filmmakers became interested in the readings of  Edgar Cayce and decided to incorporate some of his ideas. (Edgar Cayce is an American psychic who allegedly possessed the ability to answer questions on subjects as varied as healing, reincarnation, wars, Atlantis and future events while in a trance.)
  5. Vinnie’s last name “Santorini” is actually the name of an ancient chain of volcanic islands in the Mediterranean (probably explains his obsession with explosives).
  6. They utilized all three Disney Animation studies, employing 250 animators, artist and technicians.
  7. The Crew actually traveled 800 feet underground in New Mexico’s Carlsbad Cavern to view subterranean trails, which they used as the base model for the movie.
  8. A Japanese anime film “Nadia: The Secret of Blue Water” and “Atlantis: The Lost Empire” were both inspired by the novel “Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea”.
  9. American comic book artist Mike Mignola creator of the series Hellboy worked on the film.
  10. Joss Whedon was the first writer involved with the film.  Whedon is bet known as the creator of the television series “Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Firefly and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and also directed Marvel’s The Avengers.
  11. Because the movie was planned as an Action-Adventure, the production crew made up t-shirts that read, “ATLANTIS” - fewer songs, more explosions.
  12. The final scene was created by combining many 24 inch (61cm) pieces of paper.  Each piece was carefully drawn and combined with animated vehicles flying across the scene.  The entire piece reaches an equivalent of an 18,000 inch (457.2 m)  piece of paper that the camera slowly pulled away from.

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Lana Del Rey says Donald Trump helped shape her album ‘Lust For Life’ — and the world needs feminism more than ever.
The singer has returned to the world of music with her fourth studio album in five years.

By Jacqui Swift for The Sun (UK).

LANA DEL REY’s latest album glitters with an all-star cast.
On ‘Lust For Life,’ her most impressive album yet, Lana teams up with heavyweights such as The Weeknd, Stevie Nicks, Sean Ono Lennon and A$AP Rocky.

They are the first collaborations in her career so far, which spans five studio albums, including four in the past five years — an impressive work rate for the Los Angeles-based star.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: alicia almost leaves bob after jacks overdose

[prompted by @eskildit, who now knows better than to send anons when she has great prompt idea <3  tw: overdose, homophobia]

The night before her son turns 13, Alicia Zimmermann pulls her husband aside and says, “Promise me you’ll let him choose for himself. If he wants to play hockey, if he wants to dance, if he wants to be a waiter, we’ll be okay with it.

Bob promises her, with all the devotion she’s come to expect, but not minutes later reminds her the NHL waits for no man, and Jack will need to start preparing for the future as soon as possible.

It was a sign of things to come, and she didn’t heed the warnings.


Jack is 14 when they diagnose him with an anxiety disorder Alicia’s never heard of. The specialist recommends reducing the level of stress in his life, maybe cutting back on unnecessary extracurriculars. He knows the family. He knows Bob. He’s being gentle.

They don’t change anything because hockey is life. Jack’s happy on the ice, unhappy off, so they take the medication instead. Just another step to Jack’s already offensively complicated routine.

“See?” Bob smiles when Jack is chosen to play for Rimouski Oceanic. “He’s going to be fine. Not like you and I didn’t need a little extra help in the beginning.”

He’s talking about Alicia’s drinking nearly twenty years prior. His own cocaine problem in the early 80s. But Jack’s not twenty and whole-hog into a career, he’s a teenager. 

She wants to protest on principle, but this isn’t her life. Bob knows this world better than she ever will, and if Jack still wants to play professionally (and he does), she needs to defer to her husband.

If this is what Jack wants, they’ll make it work.


Jack’s energetic, he’s happy, he has a friend he won’t be seen without, and Alicia watches how close Kent’s fingers are to Jack’s when they walk together. It’s not what she expected, but she’s happy he has someone. 

She’s not the only one that notices how close the boys are, and Bob turns to her in bed one night, brow furrowed, and says, “Kent Parson.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Are he and Jack…?”

She doesn’t say anything, just lifts a brow and gives him a considering look. 

Bob’s lips go white with how hard he’s pressing them together. “That’s not going to be easy, for either of them.”

“If it makes him happy,” she argues, and Bob hums in agreement. That should have been the end of it. But something happens, and she’s not there to stop it. 


The night before Jack overdoses and his career goes up in flames, the Zimmermann household is in ruins for an entirely different reason.

“Jesus Christ, Robert, I’m supposed to be a goddamn activist, if this gets out —”

“I don’t have a problem with gay people —”

“Don’t lie to me!” Alicia slams her hand on the table, nearly shaking with anger. “You told him to hide.”

“I told him to be discreet. Do you think I’m doing this for me? I’m getting calls day and night from teams wanting to know if the rumors are true. I was trying to be proactive! He can’t be–”

“What? Gay? That’s what you’re worried about? Maybe we can engrave that on the back of my GLAAD award: ‘For excellence in telling your child to hide their sexuality until they retire’. So everyone can know how fucking supportive we are. Does he think I feel the same way you do?”

“I don’t know, I don’t remember,”

My God, I can’t even look at you right now. You’re going to fix this. I don’t know how, but you’re going to make this right.”


Of course, then they find Jack unresponsive on the floor with a half empty bottle of medication and they don’t immediately know it was an accident. 

For about twelve hours, while Jack’s condition is still unstable, Alicia very seriously considers killing her husband. 

They’re red-eyed and exhausted in the waiting room when the doctor on call says they need to pray for a miracle. She stares at a stain on the carpet for a long moment, hands clasped, but she’s not praying. Bob makes some kind of sound, a hitching breath that isn’t quite crying, and she turns her head to watch him fidget. 

“Robert, look at me,” she says softly, deceptively kind, and when she has his attention, and with more hatred than she ever thought she could possibly feel, she says, “You did this. And I swear to you, if my son dies tonight, I’ll leave.”

She doesn’t wait for him to answer, doesn’t even wait to see the expression on his face. She collects her purse and stands, stretching her legs and heads to the vending machines.

She buys a Dr. Pepper and a bag of Tropical Skittles.



Jack lives. 

Alicia stays.

But she moves her GLAAD award to the trophy room. Settles it right beside Bob’s Hall of Fame plaque. 

Because she will never let him forget.

Our Little Secret - Part Thirteen

Summary: Your and Dean’s fight hits you hard, you don’t know how to fix it, you don’t know how to talk it out and now you have to work a case that hits a little too close to home.

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Kink(s)/Square Filled: Touch Starvation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 6500

Warnings:language, fighting, angst, smut, oral, feels

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. I also love the debate that this made last night, it’s so special to see people invested enough in these characters that they pick sides. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me @atc74 and @sylverminx

This is unbetaed, all mistakes are my own

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

The tears stream down your face, hot and messy, you don’t bother to brush them away. You don’t know where you were planning on going, your feet are stuck here in the dimly lit parking lot as your eyes search, brain on overdrive trying to think of something, anything to make this better.

A hand on your shoulder makes you fling around, scared, you hadn’t heard Sam walk up behind you, “Y/N?”

You don’t say anything, just wrap your arms around your friend and let him pull you against him as he tells you that everything is going to be alright.

His arms loosen and he pulls your face up, “Where are you going?”

“I-I don’t know,” you sob, the words tumbling out.

“Come on,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, “nothing’s open now anyways.”

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oh god im thinking about the avatar universe again and like…

the only way i could see even republic city becoming a thing is if the gaang got really drunk one night in their early twenties, and someone just suddenly blurted “WE SHOULD MAKE A CITY” ala 2013 “what if tumblr had a school/island?” style.

then you’ve got toph calling dibs on being the cop, cus sure yeah they only need one cop right? cool. Sokka wants to be Supreme King Emperor in Charge but Sukki barters him down to councilman. Zuko’s just passed out in a fucking corner, man. he already has an entire disaster nation to run so he doesnt really give a shit. “oh! oh! oH! Im gunna make an ISLAND for AIRBENDERS!” Aang declares, then promptly throws up. nobody has the heart to mention he is quite literally the only air bender left

just let the kid have his damn island 

Younger Than Me

Request: Okay, maybe this is a weird request but could you maybe write something where the reader is on her early/mid twenties and is dating Bucky? Bucky is concerned about the age difference but the reader doesn’t care. Then Peter Parker comes along, and the loveable idiot doesn’t realize the reader is dating the winter solider himself, and gets a schoolboy crush on the reader and Bucky gets jealous - anon

Triggers: peter being adorable, jealous bucky

Word Count: 1300+

A/N: yasssssssss, peter shows his face today

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‘Morning gorgeous’ Buckys eyes weren’t fully open yet. He had this sleepy face that made you melt where one eye was a little more open then the other and he had a small smile. His morning voice was also one of your favourite things. Rough and uneven from sleep.

‘Morning handsome’ you had been awake long enough to get used to the light shining in the window but when you hadn’t moved too much. Afraid you would wake your boyfriend. Who’s arm was wrapped around your body.

You leant up to kiss him softly then got up to walk to the bathroom. You found his T shirt hanging off the bed side lamp so decided to slip it on. Covering your naked body. You heard him groan, probably at the sight of you walking away. It put a little smile on your face.

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anonymous asked:

I will build you a fucking shrine if you write peter coming out as a bi to tony and tony being like, "hell yeah me too"!!!!!! (I'll probably cry happy tears too)

Okay. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.


He could do this. He could do this. It was all going to be fine. He could do this. 


Fuck. How the hell was anyone supposed to do this?


He checked his watch for the fifteenth time that minute. Tony was currently 12 seconds late. But he was always late, so this was fine. It didn’t mean anything. He was just caught up again. Which was normal. 


Unless he’s found out and now hates me and is going to take the suit away and yell at me and never speak to me ever ever again-


“God, Peter, pull yourself together,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair and then clasping it into a fist in his lap. It was all going to be okay. It was. He just needed to keep breathing.


Fuck. Why was he even here? Why had he called Tony in the first place? Take an hour of your day please, Mr Stark, I need to tell you something that I’ve only just found out myself and is probably something you don’t care about at all anyway-

This was stupid. He should have just waited until it could come up in casual conversation, not….whatever this was. Pulling Tony out of his busy day in order to tell him this stupid thing was…well, it was stupid! 

God, his hands were shaking.


What if Tony reacted badly? What if he got angry? What if…

what if he never wanted anything to do with Peter again?


It happened. He knew it happened. He’d heard all the horror stories. Kids, kicked out of homes by parents who had loved them unconditionally before. Put on the streets because they loved the wrong people.

Not that Tony would ever do that. Peter was scared, but he wasn’t stupid. For starters, Peter didn’t even live with Tony anyway. 
Well. He hung out with Tony in his workshop after school more often than not, and occasionally slept there if Aunt May was doing the nightshift, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t deal without it. He’d been fine before Tony came along.

But that wouldn’t even happen. He was making this out to be bigger than it was. Tony was cool. Tony would be fine. And even if he didn’t like it, he knew that New York still needed Peter on side, so he probably wouldn’t take the suit back, or kick him out. 

Probably.


Suddenly, there was a four-beat knock on the door, and Peter practically flew off the couch in his living room from the surprise.

Okay. Okay. Showtime. 

It was going to be fine.

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Magickal Glossary

Types of Magickal Energy

Magick is working with these energies to manifest change. There are 3 main sources of energy used in magick, ritual, + spiritual practices:

  • Personal Energy: The energy that resides within you and is emanated from your body.  Psychics see this energy as your aura.
  • Earth Energy: The energy that resides within trees, plants, rocks, etc.  Nature, including the four elements.
  • Divine Energy: Energy from the God-dess; Spirit, Universe, Unknown.

Goddess Archetypes

In the book “The White Goddess”, Robert Graves categorized the Divine Feminine into three aspects: Maiden, Mother, + Crone.  These three aspects, now known as The Triple Goddess, seek to classify Her many faces, aligning Her phases and power with the stages of a woman’s life. (There are, of course, a number of other archetypes and life phases - but for purposes, you will only need to be familiar with these three).

  • The Maiden is the first aspect of the Triple Goddess. In human age, her age is birth to early twenties.  She is the little girl blossoming into womanhood, the image of beauty and love. She is the discovery of femininity, sensuality, and sexuality.  The embodiment of youth, learning, playfulness, and new beginnings, the Maiden is the personification of Spring.
  • The Mother aspect of the Goddess is at the peak of power and life.  She is in control of her circumstances and her sexuality, and is usually mated.  She is the harvest, the representation of abundance and prosperity, and our true Earth Mother. She is the midwife and protector of children, whether or not they are hers. The Mother is strength, resilience, and the knowledge of womanhood.
  • The Crone is the Wise Woman, She of the Kept Blood (menopause).  She is the guide, the counselor, and the infinite teacher.  She brings us to Death in all its terrible fury, then holds and nurtures us as we are reborn.  She is the darkness of Winter, and teaches the power of intuition and how to see what is unseen.

The Elements

The four elements are the basic principles of magickal practice, and the foundation of all that exists.  Earth, Air, Fire and Water (Spirit) are the physical and spiritual components of the Universe and each are a force of energy which contributes to the existence of life.

Each element has a variety of correspondences, as well as emotional and physical manifestations.

  • EARTH – muladhara, kappa, root, grounding, prosperity, abundance, material blessings, money, security, nature, harvest, fertility, growth, silence, calm, rosemary, sandalwood, cedar, ginger, harmony, foot, balance, recovering, shavasana, healing, red jasper, hematite, smoky quartz, peace , plants + herbs, home, morality, protection, motherhood, silence, birth, death, mystery, structures, physical body, winter.
  • AIR – anahata, vata, intellect, wisdom, heart, lungs, arms, shoulders, memory, learning, knowledge, study, mental clarity, happiness, joy, sanguine, cheerfulness, emerald, jade, rose quartz, divination, frankincense, lavender, rosemary, uttanasana, bakasana, self-knowledge, confidence, vitality, energy, elemental air, artistic endeavors, magick, travel, speaking, writing. spring
  • FIRE – manipura,  pitta, passion, desire, transformation, sex, anger, protection, punishment, justice, law, banishing, rosewood, rosemary, frankincense, sandalwood, rose, amber, bergamot, juniper, citrine, tigers eye, myrrh, chamomile, spirits, success, legal matters, prophecy, oracles, independence, liver, pancreas, stomach, lung, adrenal gland, human digestive system, transmutation, healing, the arts, inspiration, authority, creating and destroying, summer
  • WATER – svadhishthana, pelvic, kidney, urinary bladder, genitals, prophecy, bālāsana, natarajasana, oracles, love, emotions, sleep, dreaming, meditation, friendships, relationships, serenity, peace, red raspberry leaf, motherwort, fennel, clary sage, marshmallow, rose, jasmine, calm, advice, counseling, sensuality, divination, intuition, autumn, acceptance, empathy, health and healing

With reverence, 

Rosemary Milk 🌹