it all began with a crystal

fullmooninthenightsky  asked:

Hey, I read you answered questions on witchcraft and I'm just about starting out on being a witch and I'm just kinda lost. How do I find out what kind of a witch I am, for example? And what about room decor, plants, drying herbs, crystals, sigils and others? How do I even start being a witch?Do you have any websites or blogs (or tips?) that could help me out? Thank you ♡ x

Hi there!

You find out what kind of witch you are, by deciding what kind of witchcraft you want to practice. Most people just choose what they want to be, based off what they like, what they feel drawn to, or just what they want to do. [Here] is a list of types of witches that might inspire you / help you get started on finding a type of magic you want to work with first. This list is not extensive, and what you choose you aren’t stuck with forever - you can try other things, combine things, whatever you want to do! Witchcraft is super personal, and it’s all for you, by you. You also don’t need to confine your magic to any singular label; you can choose more than one to work with.

I picked sigil magic to start with, for example, because it seemed easy, and I knew I could draw; it also required very little supplies, and it also honestly seemed the least likely to backfire. xD My craft eventually evolved into eclectic magic, because I began using a bit of everything else (crystals, herbs, candles, etc.) in my magic to get what I needed.

As for room decor, that’s up to you. You don’t need it, though. You don’t need to *look* witchy to *be* witchy. If you need to be on the down low about your magic, you don’t have to draw huge pentacles on your walls or wear all black or anything like that to still have magic work. What makes you a witch or magic user is what’s inside you, not around you (it can help but, you know, not required). But, if you want to make your room look “witchy,” whatever that means to you, go right for it. But I don’t think it will impact your magic in any way. (I don’t view altars / magical work spaces as decor - they are more than just decorations.)

In regards to plants, it’s another case of if you want to. All my herbs I get pre-dried in grocery stores and bulk stores, because I can’t grow plants worth squat. I’ve taken fresh herbs from grocery stores, actually, that’s a lie, but they were already grown, and I just hung them in my window to dry them. If you want to try growing your own herbs, feel free, but it isn’t necessary - pre-dried and store bought have worked perfectly for me for the last two years. (I also don’t know anything about growing herbs or gardening, so you’d need to go elsewhere for those answers.)

Working with crystals and sigils are optional - they can prove beneficial, but if you don’t want to do that, you don’t need to. 

Working with *anything* is optional, when you get right down to it - all these things, candles, herbs, crystals, are just amplifiers and focuses for magic. You can perform witchcraft with just your own body, energy, and intent. You just need to know how. (P.S. [energy work] is how.)

Doing your own research will never go amiss, let me tell you that right now. I know it can seem daunting, and you don’t know where to start, but seriously, just a Google search of “witchcraft crystal magic” or “witchcraft sigil magic” can pull up a lot of information and give you more ideas of where to go that you can follow on your own. (I really recommend specifying “witchcraft” when searching on the internet, because you might get a lot of pop culture links that just aren’t relevant, or a variety of other articles that might not be applicable.)

You start being a witch by deciding you want to be a witch. Boom, congratulations, welcome to witchcraft! :D From there, it’s going to be a lot of research. Research will help you determine more about witchcraft in general, and from there you can decide what you want to do with it. Once you have an idea of things you might want to try - working with crystals, herbs, sea magic, etc. - you can do more focused research on those topics. 

Once you have an idea of what you want to do, try it out. Give some things a shot and practice. Write down what you try, so if it doesn’t work or things go wrong, you can look back and think “what if I try this instead?.” and then try it. It really is all about experimentation. You will make mistakes, spell may not work - it is something that has happened to us all, and likely will again. Nothing is perfect and neither is magic. Don’t be daunted, though - you are new to it, it will take some time to get the hang of and build your confidence up. Just stay positive, and remember that mistakes are learning experiences, and help define you more as witch. Never give up. The magic is inside you, you just need to find the right way to work with it. 

Here are some more posts on starting with witchcraft:

Some of my favorite blogs:

@breelandwalker @oldmotherredcap @fuckyeahpaganism
@recreationalwitchcraft @maddiviner @cunningcelt @witchtips
@teapartyforthewitches @sigilathenaeum @orriculum @magpiesmagicnest
@the-darkest-of-lights @witchy-infobook @thepaganstudygrouppage
@spooniewitches @lowspoonswitchcraft @neurowitchcraft @neurodwitches
@witchy-words  @urbanspellcraft @witchsaves @thewitchlessons
@thewitchingour @witchy-woman @violetwitchcraft @spiritvexer
@the-ram-witch @theoryofmagick @low-budget-witches @witchoncampus
@phoenyxoftheashes @cosmic-witch @phaesphore @stormbornwitch  
@stormwaterwitch @witchglitch @cladinscarlet @smokeandblueroses  
@darkwoodswitch @alsowitchcraft @nightkunoichi @stsathyre
@witchofkeys @witchy-tips @witchy-businesss @thiscrookedcrown
@herbs-and-spells @herbs-and-journals @belladonnaswitchblog
@the-atypical-pagan @thepunkgreenwitch @liberumbrarum
@upthewitchypunx @queerkitchenwitch @lavenderspells @witchcraftings
@broomcorner @modern-witchcraft @themoonmysteries
@idontusemycauldrons

Long post, but yeah, I hope that helps you! If you have any more questions, I’ll do what I can to help you. :)

7

Handmade Gemstone Jewelry by My Luna Jewel

You might or might not know that my dad handcrafts gemstone and sterling silver jewelry. He puts a lot of time, love and effort into each piece but recently has had to put it on hold and going is on rest as he has found out he will need surgery sometime within the next few weeks. It would mean a lot if anyone could send some love his way by helping to support his store. This doesn’t mean you have to buy anything, but even just liking one item will help support it! My family and I would really appreciate it and if you do decide to make a purchase, you can even use LAP10 for 10% off your total! Thank you ♡

Edit: My family dog began bleeding copious amounts yesterday and we had to do a random vet visit, proceeds will also go towards paying that off (She has perfectly recovered). Thank you all for your support, it means a lot during these times. 

Throwback shot of our little magick shop where it all began! Practical Magick! 🔮🎃

We closed the doors of this shop last year to throw all our passion and energy into Witch Casket and we’re so happy to be spreading magick all across the globe!! 🌎🙌🏻🖤
We mailed our October Casket’s today and we can’t wait for you all the start receiving them. 😚💌📫

The Seducer ( i )

Chapter 1: Red Dye

chapter: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

Pairing: BTS X READER

Excerpt: “His slender fingers ran under your chin, as he tilted your head up so you were looking back into those intelligent brown eyes, “She’s going to be fun to break.”

Genre: drama, action, humour

Length: 1.2k

A/N:  have fun guessing which boy is under which mask. this will be updated daily for a few days. Also I’m currently hiking so leaving a comment or an ask would be v e r y appreciated.

If you’d known you wouldn’t be staying at the party until the slow dance, you wouldn’t have spent so long picking the colour of your dress, and would’ve opted out on purchasing the faux white fur jacket if you had known it would be covered in crimson blood stains by the end of the night.

“Everyone on the floor or else she gets a bullet in the head,” the barrel of the gun was steady at your temple, your hands were pulled behind your back, your hands clenched in fists, as a boy with a fox mask tugged you away from the screaming crowd all on the floor now sending you pitying glances.

With every step away your heart rate began to speed up as his lips lowered to your ear, brushing against it as he now whispered directly to you. His voice was so low that even at a whisper, a shiver had run down your spine, the hair on your arms raising in a primitive response to fear, “don’t scream princess. I don’t want to have to harm your pretty face.”

There were three other assailants in the room, currently collecting jewellery from wealthy girls, your crystal necklace was in full view as you were pushed forward slightly as cold handcuffs were attached to your wrists by your assailant. The glinting of it caught one of their eyes, as he strode over to you, so close that you could see his eyes through the holes of his lamb mask, a dark brown colour, currently looking you in the eye before a hand raised, short fingers picking up the crystal.

You had pulled away before pausing as the gun’s pressure increased on. your temple, “What have you got here?” The lamb’s sultry voice was higher than you expected but you were still intimidated, even if he seemed to be around the same height as you, the confidence with which he carried himself had your knees go weak in fear.

“Leave her alone, Chim.” The boy spoke from behind you, as he pulled you into his hard chest, the pressure of the gun lessened and for a second you thought you could kick him in the nuts, grab the gun and run. But as his chin landed on your shoulder and he blew warm air against your neck, laughing at the small groan you let out and the way you tried to move away from him, you knew there was no escape, “We’re keeping her, Boss told us she was the next best thing if we couldn’t find the heir.”

The fox boy’s slender fingers ran under your chin, as he tilted your head up so you were looking back into those intelligent brown eyes, “She’s going to be fun to break.” You shook your head out of his grip and exhaled, waiting for some sort of miracle.

Your miracle came sooner than expected, the boy holding you sat you in a chair as he walked around to face you, his fox mask couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes as he patted your head, “If you move you can kiss your life goodbye.” He then bounded over to the other two boys, one wearing a lamb mask the other a deer mask. They talked between them, before walking away into different rooms leaving the boy in the fox max to talk to a woman crying, he was crouched in front of them making faces and teasing them which just led to an increase in sobs and wails.

Two large hands grabbed both of your shoulders shoving you forward, your grunt of pain alerted the fox boy, whose head whipped around in time to see you being hauled over a man’s shoulder, a man you recognised to be your best friend’s bodyguard. A feral growl escaped the boy’s lips as he charged at you, the glint of his knife glinted in the setting sun and as he sped towards you the bodyguard swung around from walking away, as he felt your muscles tighten for the impact of the boy’s body. As he swung around, somehow his grip on you lessened and your head was slammed into the rough white wall; your teeth sinking into your tongue as you slumped against the wall in pain. A moan left your mouth, a warm, bitter copper taste filling your mouth as your eyes filled with tears due to the unbearable pain throbbing in your nose and mouth.

Your head was faced towards the wall and your body had lost all the adrenaline in shock, as you gazed at the wall as you focused on listening to the fight, trying to see if you could figure out who was winning, but all you could hear were grunts, the fox boy calling to his friends and their footsteps getting louder followed by more grunts.

A gun was fired and you jumped in surprise, your muscles tensing and then after a long low groan, followed by colourful cursing, then more grunts and after a while the sound of glass shattering, which finally spurred you to find the strength to roll over onto your bruised shoulder.

The glass floor to ceiling window was shattered and the bodyguard was nowhere to be seen, but the other boys were there, and your eyes were drawn to the fox boy, the knife in his hand was bloody. The red coated his hand and was in splatters over his arms and flicks on his face, his black suit jacket had been taken off and the boy was clutching his arm as blood seeped through his fingers, as the others fussed around him. He looked up, flicking his chestnut hair so his fringe was no longer in his eyes, as his eyes locked with yours with a smirk, but you were filled with fear as you sat up trying to find a way to escape.

But your body was full of fear, fear of what they had in store for you with the malicious intent that hung in the atmosphere around them; fear of the boys themselves wearing blood like an old scent it was all too much as you felt your head get light hearted, just as you eyesight became blurred and your eyelids too heavy to keep open a tanned hand appeared in your vision. The hands grasped you by the biceps, pulling you so you were standing opposite the fox boy; the rest of the guests had bene long since disregarded as he ran his warm thumb over your split lip. He then guided you past the shattered glass that littered the floor murmuring in your area, “take it easy. It’ll be okay,”

That was easier said than done, your hands still secured behind your back as you were dragged down the stairs and out of the building from the back entrance, you were led to a sports car and the boy flipped you at the last moment to slam you into the car, his body pressed against yours before he bent down to whisper in your ear, “My name is taehyung,” as he pulled away you watched his eyes move from yours to your lips as his dipped down. Your brow furrowed preparing for a kiss but all you felt was the warmth, dampness of his tongue as he lapped up the blood pooling on your lip, leaning in once more, “you’re going to be fun to break.”



next >>

If you enjoyed this, please do not hesitate to like, reblog and comment~
And tell me your thoughts in the comments/ask box <3

For my drabbles: click here

For my fics:  click here

10

long ago, back when i thought i had self restraint and impulse control, i stumbled upon an old ask from gav-bot innocently asking id i’d consider a gem-stuck au… 

jk, this was just a very fun way to exercise drawing different body-shapes and silhouettes. ask about fusions if you’d like, i’ve already got a bunch sketched out! (& info for everyone down below since i had so much time to world build while working on everyone and i’d like to get it out somewhere :3c)

Keep reading

Power Saver

Part 1:

Keith was so sick of Lance and his superior attitude.
Ever since he met the prince Keith knew they would never get along.
He was just so loud, so judgmental, so annoying.
They were currently sat in a strategy meeting trying to figure out how to get Shiro back.
He had been badly hurt on their last mission and was captured by Zarkon.
The clock was ticking and while everyone was offering helpful ideas, Lance just wouldn’t stop cracking jokes.
It wasn’t just Keith that was getting annoyed.
He could see irritation written all over the faces of the other Paladins.
Even Allura seemed to be getting tired of her little brothers jokes.
“Maybe we could offer a trade for Shiro?” Pidge suggested.
“Yeah I’m sure I’m worth more to them then him.” Lance suggested quietly and Keith just lost it.
He dove across the table and punched him in the face.
Lance fell to the floor shock on his face as he held his throbbing nose.
“Keith what the hell!” Lance asked.
Hunk was holding Keith back from delivering another blow to the princes presious face.
“Don’t you care pretend you don’t know why! Your not worth more then Shiro!” He yelled struggling against Hunks strong arms.
“Just calm down dude.” Hunk whispered and despite how much Keith wanted to stay angry he just couldn’t when he looked back at the scared expression on both Hunk and Pidge’s face’s.
“Lance are you ok?” Keith turned his attention to Allura to see her helping her younger brother to his feet.
“Yeah I’m fine.” He lowered his hands to give her a trademark smile only to show his nose was bleeding badly.
Keith stared as Allura quickly produced a handkerchief and tilted his head back to stop the blood flow.
Keith felt a pang of guilt, he hadn’t meant to hit him so hard…
“I’ll tell Coran to get a pod ready!” Hunk said as he ran off.
Allura sighed “Pidge go stop him please, a pod will not be needed.”
Pidge nodded and ran after the yellow paladin.
“Why doesn’t he need a pod? His nose could be broken.”
“Oh it is” Lance winced as he snapped his nose back in place. “The pods arnt really safe for me to use.” He shrugged.
“What do you-”
Keith was cut off by Coran over the loud speaker saying he needed Allura’s help immediately.
She sighed as he left the two alone.
Lance jumped up to sit on the edge of the table. He patted the space next to him as a signal for Keith to join him.
Keith hesitantly sat next to him trying his best not to look at the blood.
“You want to know why I can’t use the pod right? Well I want to know why you hit me. Fair trade?”
Keith nodded “it’s just… it didn’t seem like you cared Shiro was captured. And you always act like your so much better then us and well I get you lost your planet but before that you had the easy life of a prince and you couldn’t begin to understand what Shiro means to me and how he saved me.”
Keith expected and apology not for Lance to start laughing.
“What’s so funny.” Keith asked crossing his arms.
“Nothing, nothing. It’s just I understand better then you could imagine.” Lance wiped a tear from his eye his laughter dying down. “I can’t use the pods because I’m only half Altean.”
Keith stared in shock “so Allura’s only your half sister?”
Lance shook his head “nope. See Alfor adopted me when I was ten, I don’t have a drop of royal blood in my body.”
“B-but how then?”
Lance grinned “in the early days of the war Zarkon enslaved Altean colony planets. Including mine. He turned my mother into a slave, forcing her to mine minerals for him. My dad was from a people known as Voiders… they were made of pure energy and the Galra used them as battery’s. They wiped them all out by draining the life from them.”
Lance was quiet for a moment and Keith couldn’t bring himself to speak.
“My dad survived being drained somehow and was sent to work in the mines where he met my mom… one thing led to another and well here I am.” He gestured to himself as he placed down the bloody handkerchief.
“But when Alfor tried to free my planet, Zarkon ordered all the slaves to be executed…. I don’t really remember much. Just what Allura told me years later. I erm.. I was found in a pile of bodies in my mother’s arms. I was like really close to being dead. Like so bad that I was in a coma for a couple months. When I woke up they told me what had happened and Alfor adopted me.”
Keith stared in shock, he had always assumed Lance lived an easy life before the war, that he was a pampered prince. “But why can’t you use the pods?”
Lance shrugged “Voiders are made of pure energy and so am I, how I am know my physical form of really delicate because my energy keeps trying to burst out. The pod fills your body with quintessence and mine just can’t handle it. I would literally break apart.”
“How can you be so casual about that!” Keith asked standing up and glaring at him. “If you can’t use the pods then why the hell are you allowed to fight!”
Lance just smiled like he heard the question a 100 times already “because blue choose me. She’s mine and I’m hers, nothing can change that.”
Keith looked at the ground “I’m sorry I punched you… I was just so angry.”
Lance stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder “it’s ok I get I can be pretty annoying… I was just trying to cheer everyone up.”
Keith groaned, of course that’s what Lance was doing. He’s always the one to think about his teams well being and lighten the mood when everyone was too close to the edge to see the void just beyond.
“I’m a jerk.”
“Yeah you are, but we love you anyway.” Lance laughed as he put an arm around Keith’s shoulders.
Just as Keith was about to make a joke about a bonding moment Pidge ran in.
“Get to the bridge fast! It’s about Shiro!”
The two exchanged a look before they followed the green paladin.

——————————–
Soon as they entered the room they were greeted with the sight of Haggar on the screen standing over a very pale Shiro.
“Shiro!” Keith yelled.
“Ah finally the others have arrived.” Haggar smirked as she pulled up Shiro’s undershirt to show his wound that was swollen and oozing yellow. It didn’t take a genius to realise that the wound was infected.
“Your precious leader won’t last much longer.”
“Then I offer you a trade! Me for him.” Allura stepped forwards.
“Sister no!” Lance tried to stop her.
“I am the first for the throne and the pilot of the castle of lions, so let him go and I will come willingly.”
Haggar was quiet for a moment clearly thinking over her options “without the head Voltron will fall.”
“Well then what about the leg!” Lance stepped in front of Allura “you take me and we still can’t use Voltron and you get the Prince of Altea.”
Haggar looked him over before laughing “why would I trade the leader for Alfor’s little disappointment of a son?”
Lance flinched but kept eye contact “b-because…” he looked round the room and made eye contact with Keith and Keith knew what he was going to do but was unable to stop him.
“Because I’m not his son. But I am prince of Altea and the blue paladin… and I am the last Voider in existence.”
That stopped Haggar laughing. She peered closer at him. “Prove it.”
Lance didn’t hesitate to move over to the crystal and place his hand on it.
No sooner had his skin come in contact with the cool surface did his eyes light up a powerful blue, blocking out all but the blue light. Cracks began to appear by his eyes working their way down his face pulsing with power.
“L-Lance stop please.” Allura begged.
“I can see…” he mumbled.
“See what?” She asked as she moved slowly towards him.
“Everything…” Allura pulled him away and the light faded away. Lance collapsed in her arms breathing heavily.
They were all so focused on Lance that they forgot Haggar had seen it all.
She had believed the Voiders had been wiped out completely. A single one could offer them more power then and entire Balmera.
“I accept you deal. We will make the exchange shortly.”
With that the screen turned black and everyone was left in stunned silence.
Allura looked down at her little brother as he opened his eyes. “Oh Lance… what have you done.”

——————————–
An hour later they were ready for the exchange.
Lance was in his paladin armour and was trying to put on a brace face.
“Don’t worry guys, I trust you to save me.” He grinned but like the others he had tears in his eyes.
Lance you idiot… why?“
Keith asked as he pulled him into a hug.
“Because mullet… I have more time then Shiro does. You saw that infection, he needs a pod soon as possible.”
“He’s right… this was a smart decision.” Allura looked pained to even admit it.
She had lost so much to the hands of the Galra and now she was giving them her little brother… the only family she had left.
Lance pulled away and closed the air lock.
“Took me sacrificing myself for you to finally admit I was right about something.”
He laughed but it came out more as a scared sob.
The others could only watch as he jetted over to where Shiro was being held by a guard.
“L-Lance?” Shiro asked. Through his fever induced haze he saw how Lance smiled sadly at him.
“Don’t worry buddy, your going home.”
That was the last thing Shiro remembered before he fell out of the healing pod a couple days later.

Son of the Sea

This is dedicated to the shadiest person around. She’s always out there killing us with her fics, so this week a group of us are out to return the favor! And we’re doing it in the most loving way possible of course😘  Happy birthday to the beautiful and talented @kpopfanfictrash ! I hope your birthday was everything and more! ily <3

Taehyung: hinted demigod au.

Caution: Smut

Word Count: 5.2k+

Keep reading

So, we had this very interesting campaign tonight. The players that talked during this… wonderful exchange are as follows: Lilith, a warlock played by a female player. Ben, the paladin played by a male player. And, the perpetrator herself, who we’ll call Sunny, a hyperactive ADHD-stricken wood elf described as ‘cute’ by their player… played by a male player, one with a very loud voice. He, coincidentally, does not have ADHD. The plot of the campaign is inconsequential as the interesting quotes involved are all out-of-character.

It began like a normal session.

DM: So, Patricia Onion, the leader of the farming guild, welcomes you into her home.

DM (as Patricia): As you can see, our leek harvest has been-

Sunny (interrupting OOC): Aren’t leeks the anime vegetable?

DM (OOC): …no, Sunny, they are not, they are a type of onion. Now, back to the game-

Sunny (interrupting again): No, they’re anime celery.

Not TEN MINUTES later

Ben: So, about those surveillance crystals, you said they all just showed up?

Sunny (OOC): LIKE SANS FROM UNDERTALE!

*rage builds for a moment, and then subsides*

Lilith: No, actually, it’s just a theory.  A game theory.

Ben: Thanks for watching.

Sunny: But he had a point when he said Sans was Ness.

There was silence for a while after that.

crunchyroll.com
Original Anime VAs to Return in New "Yu Yu Hakusho" Smartphone Game
THE VAs ARE COMING BACK?!?!?!

OK so Imma rant a mo’, thanks!

There’s a new smartphone game for YYH in the works, with the ORIGINAL JAPANESE VOICE ACTORS reprising their roles as Hiei, Kurama, Yusuke, and Kuwabara. “Yu Yu Hakusho 100% Maji Battle” doesn’t have an official release date just yet, but it’s happening. I suspect it will be region locked and only playable outside Japan if you get (*ahem*) creative with your technology.

The fact that they’re assembling the original VAs has sent my business-conspiracy-side into overdrive. Clearly the VAs are still interested in the series if they’re willing to reprise their characters (YYH was wildly popular in its day, so that’s no surprise), which means a rebooted anime has a good chance of getting those actors on board (provided a reboot happens, of course). And if those actors are on board, perhaps that means a new anime has a better chance of being made in the first place.

I went to school for (among other things) business, specifically marketing, and I am having a VERY HARD TIME not reading into all of the 25th anniversary shenanigans as prep for a series reboot, remaster, or SOMETHING. The multiple cafes, the new character artwork(!!!), the games, the merch—it’s hard not to see that as potential market research and product development.

“Oh look, people still love the series after 25 years; let’s make a reboot since it still has an audience,” I imagine a suited executive saying in a distant boardroom. “Let’s bring back YYH and make a buck or three.”

The returned VAs add fuel to my (over-excited) fire.

Granted, anime cafes in Japan seem somewhat commonplace, so perhaps I’m projecting American cultural norms onto a practice that shouldn’t actually raise eyebrows. BUT I CAN DREAM, DANG IT, SO LET ME HAVE THIS MODICUM OF HOPE.

The official 25th anniversary date for the anime is October 10th (the anime began airing on October 10, 1992). That’d be a prime day to announce a rebooted series a la the hunterxhunter reboot or the Sailor Moon: Crystal reboot. Since Togashi is the creator of hunterxhunter AND is married to the creator of Sailor Moon, that just adds fuel to my wild speculation fire.

OK. Rant over. But with all this anniversary hoopla and the recent rash of rebooted series (explicitly connected to Togashi, no less), PLUS the returning VAs, my hopes are way up…BRB gonna go cry in a corner now because I’m so nervous-scared my boys might be coming back. 
。・゚゚*(>д<)*゚゚・。

Originally posted by thedragoon

Lapidot Moments - The Masterpost

The “Lapidot Moments” series is an ongoing project that aims to discuss all of the possible hints and evidence for the Lapidot ship.  It covers the actual episodes of Steven Universe themselves, as well as possible hints from the Crewniverse and even topics such as the use of actual Peridot and Lapis Lazuli gemstones in crystal healing.

Please don’t look at this post expecting a simple bullet-pointed list - each point is followed by a link, which will take you to a post discussing that subject.  Everything being said is therefore being backed-up with some written analysis and/or images and GIFs from the show.

This masterpost will be updated (and possibly subsequently reblogged) each time we get more Lapidot hints/episodes/evidence.  

If anyone thinks that I’ve missed anything, please do let me know!  My inbox is always open.


HINTS & EVIDENCE IN THE SHOW
In chronological order

The Return

Log Date 7 15 2

Same Old World

Barn Mates

Too Short To Ride

Beta and Back To The Moon

  • Peridot and Lapis are so happy and relaxed around each other in Beta - it’s arguably the happpiest we’ve ever seen either of them.  They’ve set up a home together, give each other some quite telling looks, and Lapis is shown to be the only Gem who has ever truly taken an interest in what Peridot likes doing: http://jenhedgehog.tumblr.com/post/150739546058/beta-lets-take-a-moment-to

The Kindergarten Kid

Video Chat

Gem Harvest

The New Crystal Gems

Room For Ruby

General analysis from various episodes


HINTS FROM THE CREW


MISCELLANEOUS

from the dining table; bucky barnes

based of the song “from the dining table” by harry styles

warnings: cheating, liqour, feelings, lots of language, angst, iM soRRY

The night wasn’t supposed to go this way. You had come back from a mission early, elated to surprise your loving boyfriend. Seems more like you were the one surprised instead. As you trudged up the stairs to your shared apartment, it was startling to find two people standing in front of the cheaply made door.

It didn’t take long to realize who one of them was, tall with a dark haired man bun. Your Bucky. What you didn’t know, was who the other person was. Or why the pair of them were standing so close.

You swiftly hid behind the wall concealing the stairway and listened closely. You could feel your head pound to the rhythm of your heart and the tips of your fingers tapped together in anxiousness.

“I really had a great time, Buck.” The woman had obviously spoken, using the nickname reserved for his closest friends and you.

“Me too, doll.” Your heart twindged at the adorning name but you couldn’t find it in you to reveal yourself.

“Maybe next time, we can end it at my place?” She spoke suggestively and you could hear it followed by Bucky’s chuckled.

“I’d like that,” You peeked your head around the corner and took in the sight before your eyes. Her long arms around his neck and nails in this hair, her lips planted firmly on his. His arms snaked around her hourglass figure as he lifted her off the ground and reached for the door knob.

You felt physically ill. With your stomached tied into several knots and your knees feeling weak, you turned on your heel and slowly walked down the stairs leaning on the wall for support.

Of course it had to rain this night of all. The cold splatters soaked you to the core as you stepped out into the night. The rising bile in your throat made an appearance as you ran to the bushes and dry heaved seemingly forever.

You chest hurt and it felt like someone was stabbing into you repeatedly, all the while rubbing salt in the wounds. You stumbled to a standing positions and began walking toward the hotel a block from your- his apartment.

The receptionist had noticed your distraught look, recognizing it as heartbreak; something no one was immune to. She took pity on your defeated form and gave you a room on the top floor, far from anyone. With a muted thanks and a slow sluggish walk you willed yourself to the elevator to the 14th floor.

The room was nice, with a crystal chandelier and a mini fridge, any other time you would have been elated but now you just wanted to cry. You stood in front of the closed mahogany door and the tears you managed to keep in spilled from your bloodshot eyes. Sliding down the door, and shook violently as you screamed out in frustration.

How could he do that to you? How could he find another woman within the weeks time you were gone. Thats when it hit you, it was going on much longer than that. All the late night gym trips and sudden disappearances had added up. How did you not see it before? How had you been so stupid? So blind to what was right in front of you?

The pristine white of the bed mocked you, the purity of the sheets mocked you. You had given Bucky everything you had, and he tainted it all without you noticing. Your pure view on him was ruined, ripped apart and stomped on until there was nothing left with dust, painful dust. Sorta like your heart.

You shakily stood and stripped the soaked clothes from your body and dragged
yourself to the shower. The water burned your skin and left you raw and red, but you secretly hoped it would wash your pain away. You stayed in there until you felt so tired you were worried you may collapse in the shower.

The bed was cool against your hot and raw skin and soothed the scars of your heart. Your eyes stared at the white ceiling and the tears leaked out of the sides of your eyes. Sleep engulfed you like the darkness your heart now felt.

Woke up alone in this hotel room

Played with myself, where were you?

The sun shone through the opened curtains and you winced, the pounding sensation in your head making you feel delirious.

The unfamiliar room was puzzling to you until the events of last night rushed to your mind. The pain reinstated itself into your chest and you pulled a shaky breath, unable to cry anymore.

The digital clock next to the bed read 10:47 and the lump in your throat grew as you thought of Bucky. His mystery woman was probably making them breakfast, or was leaving to go home. Thoughts ran through your head at a rapid pace and you stopped yourself.

You didn’t deserve to feel this pain.

You threw the mini fridge open and found they had no alcohol stored, but when you walked to the door to run to the bar downstairs, you found a bottle of bourbon at your feet.

A small note was attached and you bent over to inspect it. “Heartbreak’s a bitch, but bourbon isn’t” You realized it must have been from the receptionist and faintly smiled as you picked the glass bottle up.

It was half gone by twelve.

Fell back to sleep,

I got drunk by noon.

I never felt less cool.

It was another day before you gathered the courage to go home. To him.

Standing in front of the cheap and poorly painted door of your apartment, it almost seemed unreal. Walking into what was once a home filled with blissful memories, it was hard to believe there was something sinister behind closed doors.

You cautiously treaded on the wooden floor, not wanting encounter anyone. Much to your dismay, Bucky was sitting on the couch and heard you come in.

“Doll?” He grinned widely, rushing towards you to engulf you in a hug. You stood in the embrace, not moving to hold him too. He took notice and pulled back with a concerned look. “You okay?”

You pulled a sad smile and nodded, “Just tired” The lied passed straight through yor teeth so effortlessly you wondered why you explode on him.

The rest of the day had been filled with silence, besides Bucky’s attempts at starting a conversation. He tried to understand that you were tired, but his frustration was obvious.

we haven’t spoke since you went away

the comfortable silence is so overrated

why won’t you ever say what you want to say?

“Doll, you gotta talk to me. I haven’t had anything to do since you left.” He whined and pouted his bottom lip at you. It was so cute you almost forgave his sins right there.

You scoffed and mumbled under your breath, “But you had someone to do.” You dipped a tea bag into some boiled water and tried to avert your attention.

Bucky furrowed his thick eyebrows, “What was that, love?”

You set the mug aside to sit and rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Nothing, James.” That had caught him off guard, you never called him James.

Why won’t you ever say what you want to say?” He groaned and leaned against the white countertop.

Something in his tone had ticked a nerve, and that’s the exactly moment things went from bad, to hell.

“You wanna know what I have to say?” You snapped, turning around and facing him, anger etched into your features. He gave you a look that urged you to continue, so you did.

“What did you really do while I was gone, hm?”

His stomach dropped for a split second before he regained himself and tried to reason that you had no idea. “Whaddya mean, doll?”

“Oh shut the fuck up James.” The anger and betrayal leaked through your voice and he knew everything was going to change.

“Excuse me?” He tried, feigning confusion to her outburst.

“So who is she, Buck?” You glared into his blue eyes and saw fear flash through them. “An agent? A civilian? Some random whore?” You spat and began to walk away.

“The hell are you talking about, (Y/N)”

“Jesus Christ James! Just stop lying already. I fucking know you’ve been sleeping with someone else.”

The pain that pulsed through your heart showed in your eyes, because Bucky took a step back and felt a knot form in his throat.

“I came home two days ago, and saw you and the skank outside of our door.” You whispered and ran a shaky hand through your hair.

His blue eyes got glassy and he was at a loss for words. For the first time, James Barnes didn’t know what to say to woman. “Doll-”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT DAMNIT!” You screamed slamming your palms on the counter.

“THEN WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?” He yelled back, fat tears starting to roll down his scruffy cheeks.

“NOTHING! IT MAKES IT WAY EASIER TO HATE YOU THAT WAY.” You screamed and blinked rapidly to push the oncoming tears back

“Oh so you’re gonna hate me now? After one lousy mistake?”

He was trying to play the victim. To flip the whole situation like it was your fault he cheated. “Oh stop being such a fucking prick. I know it was more than once.” You turned around and placed your palms on the counter that was previously behind you. “All the nights out. The early morning disappearances. It all makes sense now.” You gritted out through your teeth as the tear spilled over your clenched eyelids.

“Well it wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t such a shit girlfriend. You were never good enough!” He seemed to realize the venomous words that slipped off his tongue and immediately wished he could take them back.

It happened so fast he barely had time to react. The mug filled with hot tea flew passed his head and shattered against the wall as glass flew to every inch of the room. “Maybe everyone was right,” You spoke fiercely before shrinking to a whisper. “I’m not good enough. But at least i’m not a monster like you.”

He had never felt pain like he had in that moment. His stomach knotted so tightly he feared he was going to puke all over. His temples pounded to the beat of his heart and his world spun around him. How had he done this to you, he wondered. To the one person who had ever accepted him after everything he did, and forgave every thing he had done in the past. How had he tainted the one pure thing left in his life? How had he taken every inch of your big heart only to vandalize it with infidelity and hateful words? He hated himself, he hated what he did to you. And he would never forgive himself.

As you rolled your packed luggage to the door, tears soaking your pink cheeks, you paused. Bucky sat crumpled to his knees, his head buried in his hand and he cried roughly. Your heart lurched at the defeated sight, and had it not been for the cab already waiting downstairs, you would have stayed. His crystal blue eyes traced your features, trying to memorize every detail before you walked out of his life forever.

“I hope she was worth it, James.” You whispered before walking out the cheaply painted door, wishing never to see his face again.

Your last words haunted his sleep for years. He had never regretted anything so deeply and sincerely.

On what would have been your 6th anniversary, had he not ruined everything, he picked up his phone and typed in the number that was forever chiseled into his brain. Pressing send, he let out a shaky breath and waited.

“I’m sorry.”

He waited and waited for the familiar ding of his phone. But it never came. He would have to wait until death to be relieved from the weight on his shoulders. And he did.

Maybe one day you’ll call me
and tell me that you’re sorry, too.
But you, you never do.

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Hush Little One || Regis Drabble

Received permission || Art Credit to: @kaciart (Please go view this page! Its so cute!)(also I hope I credited you correctly if not let me know ASAP)
Link to Art Post: XXX
Word Count: 1382
Tagging:
@blindbae @itshaejinju @promptoargentum-is-my-husband @louisvuittontrashbags (the rest was recommended for me to tag cause they thought you would enjoy)  @mandakatt @waifuthewhite @neko-otaku13 

A/N: Okay! I hope I did this picture justice with my writing. I won’t lie that I teared up. I did end up crying because I could just feel the pain. But I don’t have children so I can’t imagine the torment of losing a spouse and having a child to take care of. I hope you all enjoy it!


‘It was difficult. It was more than difficult. The first few days were just madness. The shock had settled in. It was numbing. The world around just passed like nothing had changed.

But mine did.’

Regis held Aulea’s hand until the last moment. He watched as her chest rose and fell for the last time, the light leaves her eyes, and her hand falls limp in his. She was gone. His queen, his wife, the mother of his son, and more importantly, his best friend. It had only taken a moment, but to Regis watching his beloved leave him, took centuries. All he could do was sit there holding his breath and staring at her.

Regis swallowed hard to fight the tears. There were many in the room for this moment. Her personal servants who thought the world of her, the doctor and his nurses who did everything in their power, and of course, the royal shield.

Clarus moved to his long time friend and king. “Regis…” He said breaking down formalities for a moment.

“Leave me…” He whispered kissing the hand of his beloved softly.

“Your majesty we-”

“I said leave me!”

Keep reading

Foreshadowing 11/10

I bet a lot of us where wondering about the choice of color scheme during this part of “Mr. Greg”. In this Episode Pearl and Greg are both sining (along with Steven) about the devastating loss of Rose Quartz.

But after the latest Steven bomb, this scene began to remind me about two other yellow and blue gems/people morning over the loss of a coincidentally pink figure

Steven Universe Theory: How The Gem’s function

In this theory I am going to attempt to explain how the Gems of Steven Universe could potentially function in real life. This theory is based on a relatively superficial understanding of things like Quantum physics, so a more knowledgeable person in such fields would likely be able to tear this theory a new one. In fact I encourage such critiques, as I find debates like this rather entertaining.

With that disclaimer out of the way, let’s try to answer how, with my woefully rudimentary understanding of quantum physics, that The Gems could potentially function in real life.  

First we need to answer, what are the Gems? In the internet short called Classroom Gems, Pearl explains that Gems project hard light structures from their gems that comprise of their physical form from their gems. These Gems contain all of what they are, and their body is, as Steven puts it, “just an illusion.”

An illusion with Mass.

Is the concept of Hard Light possible? Actually yes, and in fact we’ve reputedly already made headway in this department. Princeton University has reported that they have begun Crystallizing Light. 

How have they achieved such a thing you ask?

Well what they did was they created a super conductive structure where the billions of atoms inside of it worked in tandem to create what they call an “artificial atom.” Photons that come in contact with this superconductive artificial atom take on the properties of said atoms, and they begin to interact with each other like particles. These photons, now entangled together like particles, began behaving like the states of matter, assuming qualities of liquids and crystallized solids.

In these experiments at Princeton, they reported that they were able to make light slosh about in a contained area like a liquid, and they were able to “freeze” this light into a Solid as well, all thanks to this superconducting “artificial atom” structure.

So we know now that there are potentially circumstances in which light photons can be made to behave like particles, thus creating hard light structures that are entirely malleable and able to shift between liquid and solid states very easily (assuming all this data is viable and laudable of course.) This sounds eerily similar to the Gem’s “physical” bodies. Much like with the results of these experiments, they are able to alter their physical forms at will, and as solids they behave just like regular physical bodies, if not much more durable.

So this begs the question, could a Gem potentially function as a superconductor?

A Superconductor is what is known as a Macroscopic Quantum effect, or something in quantum physics that is observable in large scale, as supposed to the atomic scale that quantum effects are normally associated with. A material becomes a superconductor when it reaches a temperature that allows energy to have zero resistance while traveling through the object. Normally an object’s conductivity is subject to resistance, which will cause the energy traveling through the object to be expelled via heat. This is why batteries run out of power when you put them inside something, because that energy is eventually expelled out of the wires via heat instead of continuing to circulate in the circuitry. In a Superconductor, the energy never leaves the circuitry and continues the circuit indefinitely until it no longer has its super conductive properties. 


This is consistent with Gems in Steven Universe, as all the energy they will ever need is inside their gems. While real life super conductors require intensely cold (or hot) temperatures in order to achieve this quantum state of conductivity, the Gems themselves appear to be a highly sought after theoretical state simply referred to as a “room temperature superconductor.”

 

A room temperature superconductive material would change the world of technology forever. Extremely advanced technology that is theoretically possible, but require an intense amount of energy with conventionally conductive materials, would be able to achieve the same effects with a room temperature superconductor with very little or no energy loss. As long as the equilibrium of Superconductivity is maintained, anything that utilized such materials would be able to function indefinitely.

This as well is consistent with Gems from Steven Universe. While each gem has variations on how much power they can exert at a given time, as long as they maintain within their boundaries and limitations, their gem forms will hold and sustain themselves for thousands of years with no sign of deterioration. This would also explain why maintaining larger hard light bodies than their Gems are equipped for is taxing for them. By pushing themselves beyond their equilibrium, they are losing their superconductivity and are losing energy from their gems via heat.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0Mm7bI1SIM

 When a gem is poofed, they retreat inside of their gems restore the equilibrium that superconductivity offers before reforming their bodies.

Can a Gem behave as a Superconductor? Gems, Diamonds and the like are composed of Carbon. Carbon can most definitely be used as a superconductor, especially as shown with experiments with a substance called Graphene. 

Graphene is essentially a 2 dimensional diamond, a lattice of carbon a single atom thick that is intensely durable (many times stronger than steel) and is a step in the direction of finding that coveted room temperature superconductor. Part of the process that takes place in the Kindergartens therefore, is changing the gem from a conventionally conductive substance to a room temperature super conductor, and feeding the energy that is drained from around them into the gem so it can achieve equilibrium inside of it and they can pop out fully formed. 

This would also explain why better formed gems like The Era 1′s are able to create things like Gem Weapons, while Era 2′s can’t even shapeshift. Gems like Garnet have energy to spare, so they can use it to create other hard light structures besides their bodies without affecting their equilibrium, while a gem like Peridot cannot afford such exertion. 

So far we’ve explained that, theoretically speaking, the Gems are a room temperature superconductive structure made of carbon, which house within them an equilibrium of energy that can be used to manipulate photons into behaving like particles, which they use to comprise their physical forms. Next is to explain where the intelligence and personality comes from. This is decidedly easier to explain. 

The Gems are artificial intelligence.

 Each atom inside of this room-temperature superconductive gem is a transistor, the thing that sends those 1′s and 0′s that are the building blocks of any and all computer programs and languages. We already have single atom transistors, so applying them in an intricate structure in the form of a seemingly ordinary gemstone is both plausible and practical. In fact we are currently working on a device that uses graphene (that afore mentioned 2 dimensional diamond) that uses light instead of electricity to compute things. In the lattice of graphene there is a single atom which operates as an “optical switch” 



Or a switch that can be flipped on an off at the speed of a photon. 

To put it in more simplistic terms: Its a computer that does its computing at the speed of light and is woven together at the atomic level, not with visible circuit boards. The kind of processing power such a structure would have would definitely allow for an artificial intelligence comparable with or even significantly smarter than the average human. 

So to recap: A Gem from Steven Universe, in real life, would theoretically be an Artificial intelligence, programmed into an atomic, superconductive-supercomputer (which computes at the speed of a photon/light) made of a type of carbon, has an equilibrium of light based energy within itself that won’t deplete as long as they stay within their boundaries of how hard they can exert themselves, and can manipulate photons into behaving like particles which comprise their physical forms. 

kiwi

au: a bet to break the badboy’s heart couldn’t be a more stressing task. 

authors note: based off an old fanfic i read that had *nothing* to do with 5sos. very eventful, get your seatbelts buckled..

They were drunk when they made the arrangement.

Keep reading

Son of Honvera part 2

Lotor glared with tears crawling out of his eyes. “You son of a bitch.” Lance looked at his hands and as if he thought about something. “Hm, well same goes to you.”

“Shut up! You piece of traitor trash! You betrayed the empire. Some son of Haggar you are.” Lance just shrugged as his fingers moved slowly.

“I-I cant move sir..” the red general spoke, Lotor looked back at her. And back to his generals, all of them couldn’t move.

“I really don’t like playing unfair.” Lance spoke, his smile carried a cold winter on it. “But you see, you started it.” With the other hand, he made a fist and the blind general screamed in pain.

“What’s worst or better word for this, disgraceful ? Me killing you like a disgusting bug? Oh what your a lizard. I mean disgusting lizard you are. Or I like this one, letting you live as every galra see how weak you really are.”

Keith stared at Lance, this wasn’t their Lance, he should be smiling with happiness, making those stupid puns and sexual jokes.

This isn’t the Lance he fell in love with.

“Now let’s make a deal, give us the black crystal. And I’ll you al live. You know Lotor, I, Lavi the son of Haggar. But..” Lance’s stare soften. Lotor knew he knew those eyes before. “I, Lavisabi the son of Honvera. Your half brother will let you live. As long as your trash of general doesn’t use other like the garage she is.”

Lotor felt hateful tears come down his eyes, as he thrown the black crystal to Lance. Lance grabbed it and the general gave a sigh of relief and fear. The blind galra paused as she began to touch her arms.

“ illusions, and painful ones at that.” Lance said with a smirk. “I’m worst than you love.” Lance turned away, the Paladins had a look of fear and shock as they looked at Lance. They all backed away from him.

“Your not Lavisabi! He died! My brother is dead!” Lotor yelled with tears. Lance stopped in his tracks.

“Yes he is.. I’m just a shell of him.”

Lance than looked back at Lotor, “also, Haggar is Honvera.” Than Lance walked out with silence.

The new red paladin walked into the red lion as he felt the soft purrs. “I know…” he whispered to red.

When the Paladins met at the castle. Lance looked back to normal, as if nothing had happened. They avoid him, scared of his touch, his stare, his voice, and his eyes.

As Lance handed the black crystal to Coran.

“I know you see me as a monster..” he spoked and looked back at them with tearsz

“I been a monster since Voltron started.”

Part 1 : https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/166025105442/son-of-honvera-part-1-lance-looked-through-the

Part 2: https://bijellyfishy.tumblr.com/post/166156659867/son-of-honvera-part-3-lotor-remember-his-brother

Holding On To You (Prinxiety)

If it wasn’t obvious already, Prinxiety is my favorite Sanders Sides ship and it’s the only one I can write even remotely well.

Anyways! I’ve been listening to “Holding On To You” by Twenty One Pilots on loop for hours and I suddenly got inspiration to write again, so I wrote something with lyrics from said song. 


“ANXIETY!! TURN YOUR MUSIC DOWN!!” Prince shouted through the walls, fed up with Anxiety blasting his music non-stop any time he’s in his room. The only response Prince got was Anxiety turning the volume up all the way. 

That’s it.

Keep reading

Addictions (Jiyong)

Description: After Jiyong’s military service he comes back to you, a girl from his past only to find out she’s engaged to one of his colleagues. 

Genre: Smut/ Angst (Cheating) 

Part Two Part Three Part Four 

Originally posted by memoriestomelodies

Being with him was like taking your first drink of alcohol. At first taste bitter but the more you began to drink the harder you found it to stop. He made a raging alcoholic both metaphorically and literally. He was the one that had bought you your first drink and he was the first to give you your first orgasm. He was the man who you blamed for the addictions in your life. it was until he left the country that you finally found yourself once again. You kept a safe distance between you and bars, there was no need to tempt the devil. With distance both of your addictions slowly became memories. 

Keep reading

Vld Atlantis: The Lost Empire AU Chapter One

The city was in chaos. A large explosion, followed by a monstrous wave and warships, triggered the Altean warning system. A man shouted over the speaker system for everyone to evacuate into the shelters while several other men struck large bells. Red spotlights shone across the city in seemingly random patterns.

Keep reading

THIRTEEN.

Looking at the past Hollywood stars who have fallen to drug addictions such as Whitney Houston, Keith Ledger, Brittany Murphy, Bobbi Kristina, etc - I have decided to create an article about stars who are still alive today but have dealt with the troubles of drug addiction as a child. It’s something super interesting about actresses & models who were hardcore drug abusers as kids. Like what the fuck? Gotta love Hollywood!

1. Jaime King - Child actress & model, Jaime King is notorious for her heavy influence on the ‘Heroin chic’ movement that took over street culture in the early 90s, especially within the fashion industry. Jaime became a model at the age of fourteen after being discovered by a modeling agency, where she also became exposed to opiates, obviously specifically Heroin. Fame (especially at an early age) seems to guarantee drug addiction.  Devastatingly iconic, their is a image of King photographed by Davide Sorrenti, where she is obviously blacked out sitting in the lap of another adult as his comrade who appears to be pouring him a shot of Vodka?

2. Drew Barrymore - I have written before how child actresses seem to have problems deciphering fantasy and reality since a child’s imagination operates an extremely high level - especially with Drew being a Pisces - they are a zodiac sign known for their escapism tendencies and drug addiction. Born into the toxicity of the entertainment industry, Drew Barrymore began smoking pot and drinking alcohol which acted as a gateway to the use of Barrymore using heavier chemicals such as cocaine/ecstasy all before the age of fourteen. It is a fact that the younger a star is exposed to fame, the heavier the drug abuse becomes. The Hollywood industry is cold as fuck - the industry enjoys romanticizing drug addiction so it’s hard for many young stars to decipher what moral conduct stands for. Drew Barrymore clearly grew up way too early which is why we love her so much, she has so much experience as an actress. In order to save her life and career, Drew Barrymore entered multiple drug rehabilitation centers as a teenager. You could say Barrymore has experienced one hell of a life.

3. P!NK - As far as drug usage in the Hollywood industry, the star is either born into an abundance of networking connections and fame and starts to get super fucked up, or one receives connections throughout the drug scene, thus gaining notoriety. P!nk began dabbling in the hardcore party scene from the her prepubescent years up until teenage-hood - selling designer drugs & all - literally becoming famous for her drug addiction solely because drugs have been so heavily romanticized. Ecstasy, Crystal Meth, Acid, Marijuana - you name it! Eventually P!nk overdosed and decided not to dabble in drugs again, gaining focus on her craft and thus sparking the birth of an iconic music career - She has written about her quest to maintain sobriety before in the past. We love P!nk because she is super badass and totally gives me Nancy from The Craft Vibes, except with P!nk hair.

4. Courtney Love - To say that Courtney Love gained notoriety from her drug usage is an understatement, since Love seems to be one hell of a Hurricane. Courtney Love has admitted in the past that her father has given her LSD-Acid tabs as a child, definitely taking the award for 'Youngest Star To Do Drugs’ (sarcasm). Out of this bunch, Love seems to be the only one who couldn’t kill the demon that is drug addiction and had her disease affect her career the most severe. Obviously Love is infamous for her heroin usage with her husband, Kurt Cobain and rumors of injecting Heroin while pregnant with her daughter Francis Bean - but Love has admitted in the past that her drug addiction has started as early as 10.