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How To Stop Doubting Yourself: Aka Being a Confident Witch

This is something I see and even experience all the time. Tell me if this sounds familiar; You’re scrolling through tumblr, and come across this wand that someone hand made.. It’s beautiful, carved and engraved, with intricate copper wire wrappings and even a perfect, seamlessly attached quartz point to top it off. You make googly eyes at it, then look over at your wand, a meager oak stick you found in your yard and painted crude symbols on. Your heart breaks a little and you think to yourself, “Maybe if my wand looked like that I’d be a better/awesome/powerful/____ witch” 

If the above scenario brings back memories full of tears and angst, then this post is for you. I present; Five Ways To Stop Doubting Yourself and Your Practice.  Read on witches!

  1. GET OFF TUMBLR
    1. Yes it’s an awesome resource with tons of knowledge and a great way to connect and share ideas. It’s also a great way to waste time, distract yourself, and make yourself feel bad all at once. Stop looking up aesthetic posts and pictures of other peoples altars. 
  2. Focus on what you can do, not what you can’t. 
    1. If you keep thinking about everything you can’t do (I can’t cast this spell, I can’t make this charm), you’re going to limit and hold yourself back. Focus instead on what you ARE able to do. Don’t look for a spell online or in a book, and be torn down when you don’t have that 5000 year old rare herb and the 323rd hair from a camels thigh. Instead, think about what you do have, and how you can use that to make your spell work! 
    2. Also side note that you cana literally subsitute just about any ingredient in a spell or charm for something else. So just because you don’t have rose hips doesn’t mean you can’t cast that love spell. It just means you should use rose petals or even rosemary instead. 
  3. Start forming you own craft!
    1. So often we get discouraged because we find a path that we think will suit us, and we start to go down in, only to discover that parts of it just don’t click. You don’t believe in this tenet, you don’t feel right when you use this method. Instead, figure out what you are comfortable with, what you do like, and what you’re capable/willing to do, and build a practice that is unique and entirely your own! Not only will this benefit you, but if you ever get the point where you’re comfortable sharing it, then it’s going to be you that others are sighing, trying to learn from, instead of vice versa! 
  4. Stop Thinking You Aren’t Good Enough
    1. There is no rule book to being a witch. There’s no code of conduct for practicing witchcraft. There’s absolutely no standard, and there’s no bar that you have to meet. If you practice, study, experiment, dip your toes in, or even just side eye witchcraft curiously, you can call yourself a witch. That’s all there is to it. And you’re doing a great job at it. 
  5. Don’t forget that witchcraft is 110% customizable
    1. You don’t have to believe in a certain idea, or practice a specific form, or use herbs, or work with spirits, or use animal parts, or do divination. You can make it whatever you want and that’s awesome because no one else practices the way you do. Your witchcraft is entirely unique to you and that’s FUCKING SWEET

Inktober day 31

Freedom!

Finally I’ve finished my pacifist drawing run xD

From very begining I planed to colour it in full pallet of colours, but I had to little time, and I decided to express light and shadow via contrast of colours. But if you think it would be look better in all colours, maybe I would add them.

I can be proud of me, I’ve done every drawing from this challenge, and draw almost all Undertale characters ;w; It was a great thing to do, especially when I stopped two draw for almost all month. Now I’m planning to finish my commissions (hope you still waiting for them ;w; )

I also want to thank to all of you who following my inktober submissions, your support filled me with determination to finish all drawings :D


This is the end ;w;

anonymous asked:

top 10 sizzling pictures of christen

Y’all thirsty as fuck

Top 10 “I can’t fucking breathe because of you” pictures of Christen Press

1. Ok will start off easy

2. She is my sunshine

3. She was even gorgeous as fuck when she was young

4. you just played a full game and you look like a god

5. How are you doing that?

6. Stop

7. Stop stop

8. StOp

9. I swear to god Press you better fucking stop

10. It’s ok im dead

Bonus:

Sweden Press

can i talk to my latinxs for a sec? 

full offense, and this is coming from a white latinx, but racist white latinxs are just as bad as racist whites. full stop. being latinx doesn’t excuse racist behavior or deny you of white privilege regardless of how marginalized we are as a people. it makes us no better than them, and trust, to them we all look the same and beneath them, so being a racist definitely doesn’t earn you brownie points. You can miss me with that “avanzar la raza” bullshit because los gringos will still call you a wetb*ck regardless of how different you think you are to the people who are of a darker skin tone than you. 

Okay, but Dean remaining a demon for a few years, beating Sam enough that his brother stops looking and Cas, so rattled from the near death Dean inflicted, goes full on drug addict, very much reminiscent of his alternate life in 2014.

And when Dean finds this version of Cas, he actually can’t take it.

So he tells himself a lot of lies about “gaining Cas’ trust just to break him” and “getting him better so he can fully torture him” but none of the lies have any foreseeable deadline and every other demon he comes in contact with can see right through them.

Dean being ridiculously gentle when it comes to taking care of Cas. The two of them sharing a bed each night as Cas’ draining grace makes it harder and harder for him to stay awake, and Dean uses the lie that he finds Cas’ nightmares annoying.

And even though neither will admit it, Cas has Dean totally and utterly whipped. When he asked Dean to try and smooth his relationship with Sam over, he immediately hopped in his car and drove twelve hours to make things right. When he asked Dean to move back into the Bunker, Dean did so without a second thought.

Of course, Dean always acts like he’s thought of the ideas himself, even makes up some half-assed reason why it’ll inconvenience Cas (I’ll eat all your food, you know. You’ll have to double your grocery shopping) but he won’t admit that being with Cas makes him feel more like himself than he has since becoming a demon.

The first time they kiss, Dean tries to scare Cas off by flashing his eyes black, but Cas merely kissing the corner of Dean’s lips and telling him he loves him unconditionally. Dean can’t even come up with a good excuse to continue kissing Cas (the best he’s got is “I do what I want”), but he does it anyway, gentle and sweet, as though trying to atone for all the wounds he’s inflicted.

Dean interrupting tender moments with “I’m going to torture you later, you know,” but more and more those are becoming a joke, Cas smiling knowingly and continuing with whatever they’re doing.

One point, a year later, Dean meets up with Crowley and expects Crowley to tell him he’s gone off the deep end, but instead Crowley merely sizes him up and says “Guess you’re not full demon after all,” and he might not admit it, but there’s a hint of pride in his voice, like he’s happy for him.

Demon Dean proposing gruffly to Cas, citing ‘so I can annoy you forever’ as a reason for doing so, and this, as it turns out, is the last lie he tells himself because the wedding vows are so full of love and promises to cherish Cas that he can’t bring himself to negate those feelings any longer.

Why Showing OnS to Someone Is Fucking Hard

– every time they call the hyakuya’s cute in ep 1 you just ᶘ ͡°ᴥ͡°ᶅ
– also every time the children talk about the future or getting out  ͡°ᴥ͡°ᶅ
– deciding if you should skip the op for ep 2 because goddamn you aren’t supposed to know Mika is alive yet
when i was shown ons i had the op skipped and it makes the reveal so much better
– being so used to the full versions of the op/ed that when you try to sing along you fuck up where the cut is and look like a fool
– how much??? should your lore filled ass??? over-explain???
– stopping yourself from crying every time Yuu is sad because Mika is dead
– stopping yourself from crying every time Yuu is
– not laughing when Mika wistfully says “Yuu-Chan…” for the 500th time
– gently asking if they ship mikayuu
– trying not to go into a triad about how in love Mika and Yuu are
– trying not to go on a 30 minute lecture about the characters

Feel free to add more

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His cold hands explore every part of your naked body, worshipping every inch of it like this is the most beautiful thing in the world.
“Tate.” You moan quietly as he kisses your inner thighs, working his way up to your pussy.
“I bet you taste delicious.” He says with a smile before he licks through your wet folds.
“Oh god.” You moan as he sucks your clit in his mouth.
But you want more than this, you want finally to feel him inside you.
“Stop.” You say, tugging his hair and he looks at you.
“You didn’t like it?” Tate asks, his chin full of your juice.
“No, it’s just.” Suddenly you feel stupid and you bury your face in your hands.
“No, (Y/N). Tell me what’s wrong.” He crawls between your legs and you can feel his covered hard cock against your core, making the whole situation not better.
“I want to feel you.” You finally say.
“I don’t understand.” He tilts his head confused.
“I want you to fuck me.” You whisper with a blush on your cheeks.
Tate looks at you for a moment before he pulls his shirt over his head and his pants and shorts down.
“Tate.” You moan as he wraps his legs around his waist and teasing your wet entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Are you sure?” His voice nothing more than a growl and you nod, completly turned on by his voice.
This isn’t about love making, this isn’t even the Tate you know. His thrusts are fast, hard and he knows how to move to make you scream. The knot in your stomach twists and the walls around his cock getting tighter.
“Come.” Tate orders, sucking the skin on your neck. You cry out in pleasure as the knot breaks, sending shots of pleasure through your body. He sits up and grabs your waist to move your hips while he slams into you like a man possessed.
“(Y/N).” Tate groans, his cock twitches inside you and he spills his cum against your walls.
His eyes almost glows as he looks down at your sweaty body, his cock still inside you.
“Tate?” You ask, grabbing his neck to kiss him, but he pushes your hands away and turns you around.
All night long he licks, sucks and fucks you until you fall asleep in his arms when the sun rises.

Hey stop scrolling!!! If you’re reading this I just want you to know that you’re an amazing beautiful warrior. Look at all the things you have overcome and all the bad people you have encountered and you’re still full of light, hope and choosing to be kind and better everyday. That’s real strength right there! Keep being a badass. You’re doing great! Ok keep scrolling.  

I want to take a moment to wish a happy valetine’s day to Harry and Louis, I don’t know if they celebrate (I don’t consider this a day to celebrate myself so) but since it’s commonly know as the day of love, I just want to thank them for being such an example of commitment and true love, thanks for giving everyone hope that this kind of relationship you have and you live every day is something that still belongs to this world, i hope you are happy and will be forever, strong and beautiful, i hope you never stop smiling the way you do around each other, i hope you never stop being jealous and passionate and in love as you look like when you are together. thank you for letting us see this in the past years, i hope there are more to come, bigger, better and full of brightness and happiness. thank you for being an example for a lot of young people, thank you for your bravery and your strength and your big hearts. i am proud of the men you became, the fact that you grew up together (and still are) and support each other through the good and the bad. I hope the good outweigh the bad as you deserve only the best from the future, go conquer the world with your faces, your personalities, your talent and, especially, your love. 

I don’t want to be too sappy, but i admire their relationship and always had for all these reasons and more and that’s why i get mad when they don’t get only the best, cause these two guys should be celebrated and appreciated and love by the public every day of their life and not mistreated nor hidden somewhere as their love is something to be ashamed of. their love is the best cause it managed to touch a lot of people in the world during these years and i can’t think of any other young couple nowadays that managed to take a place in the heart of so many people, fans, celebrities and normal people, so this must mean their love is very special. 

So yeah, this message is for you guys, all the love and the best. 

anonymous asked:

Do you know of anymore good vomit or sick fics? Thanks 😬

Undearneath the Bandages -  Dan hits his head whilst masturbating, and despite being rather awkward, the incident brings him closer with his best friend, Phil.

Up Down Hills and Forgotten Pills -  A road full of hills and forgetting his pills isn’t exactly Phil’s idea of fun. Phil gets travelsick on the tatinof bus and Dan looks after him.

Crash Barriers, Cold Night Air -  It’s a bumpy night on the tour bus for Dan and Phil, and Phil’s feeling a little sick. Through a trip outside to get off the bus, and a reminder of what dinner looked like, Dan takes care of Phil. Fluff.

Doctor Dan -  Phil getting carsick driving between tatinof stops and Dan making him feel better.

Date Night, Postponed Dan and Phil have weekly date nights of dinner and a movie. Dan comes down with the stomach bug but hides it from Phil as he doesn’t want to ruin his night. Lots of fluffy stuff at the end.

AmazingPhil and the Horrifying Motion Sickness Experience -  @AmazingPhil
Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey? More like Harry Potter and the HORRIFYING MOTION SICKNESS BARF EXPERIENCE

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[Apartment - Finished!]

I lied, I finished it about a day ago, but I spent all day yesterday grinding out levels and watching Youtube videos like a chump! But here it is, the apartment suite that Marius has been living in with his Brother, Cyrus. (His room is through another doorway.) Would that I could get an actual home, my dreams of actually decorating  a full house could come to fruition. But an apartment shall suffice til 4.0. 

Mists Subdivision, Ward 12, Apartment 85! Stop by sometime, just remember to knock first!

Come on Steven there’s literally zero chance Connie will buy that. Not to mention you’re as horrible a liar as your three moms, worse even.

WH- STEVEN STOP REPEATING MY FUCKING WORDS.

Look, I understand why Steven is doing this, and it’s completely in character.

But it’s also super annoying and I think it could be handled better.

Okay that does look cool.

I wonder if this is the same hill as in Lars and the Cool Kids.

Thank you so much for sending kind messages. ;u; I’m feeling a bit better now after I’ve gotten a full day’s worth of rest.

Basically, I think I was very fatigued to the point where I almost passed out. An hour before the end of my shift, I felt really, really tired for some reason to the point where I kept spacing out.

On my way home, a co-worker probably noticed that I wasn’t looking too good and accompanied me until I reached the van that would bring me home. Unfortunately, it got worse so we decided to stop by at a fast food place at the hopes that I was just hungry and getting something in my system would help. 

But I couldn’t even sit down and ended up vomiting (even with an empty stomach) and didn’t eat any of the food I bought. My friend was very nice to help me even then and we went to the nearest hospital. Honestly, I think I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for her.

By this time, I was close to passing out but I managed to call a good friend if they could pick me up (they did, but they lived far so it took a while). I got checked up by the doctor (told me it was a case of syncope) then went home right away. My co-worker stayed with me until I left and I’m just thankful for her being around at my moments of weakness.

Right now, I still feel very faint but not as light-headed as yesterday. I took a leave from work so I have three consecutive days of rest. o)-( 

Ghost in the Shell

I’ve seen a lot of dislike and controversy over the new live action movie. I’m a fan of the series, so I can understand why people are a bit upset. However, I also am a firm believer that if some one is better for a job than some one else, then they should have it. I honestly think the movie will be good and I’m willing to give it a chance. Even Sam Yoshiba, a Kodansha director said, “Looking at her career so far, I think Scarlett Johansson is well cast. She has the cyberpunk feel. And we never imagined it would be a Japanese actress in the first place… This is a chance for a Japanese property to be seen around the world.” But everyone wants to shit on it because “she’s white.” Who the fuck cares? If you think the movie is gonna be bad for plot holes or bad acting or something, that’s fine. But if your argument has “she’s white” in it, you’re a moron. Scarlett is a great actress. The trailer looks pretty damn good. I hope it does well. And besides, if you want to complain about her being white. Then you should also complain that the Japanese live action adaption to Black Butler and the new Fullmetal Alchemist movies are bad because they are dominated by strictly Japanese casts, both series set in Europe. All I’m trying to say is, if you want to judge her and the movie as a whole because she is not Japanese, then don’t see it. I’m just honestly sick of the hypocrisy of this website. Come on, guys. Chill the Fuck out.

Originally posted by nosleeptbh

Mistletoe Kisses

Originally posted by jeonsshi

1.1k words, Namjoon Christmas Fluff 

“We’re stuck under the mistletoe but you’re rambling about how red berried mistletoe is actually quite rare and you won’t stop spewing mistletoe facts out of embarrassment but I think it’s adorable”

(I had to look at so many mistletoe fact pages for this y’all better appreciate these facts)

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this has been on my mind the past few days, don’t ever let anyone look down on you for reinventing who you are. change for the better, become a more full and realized version of your past self. remake your entire personality at your own whims if need be, you are your own and you owe it to nobody to be who you were yesterday, last week, a month ago. the past is just the past, and getting bogged down by who you used to be does nothing but upset. shed your past and become someone new. nobody can stop you from becoming who you see yourself becoming, your happiness is the most important thing in this world and nothing will be able to stop that. so go ahead and go by a new name, dress differently, make new friends. go out there and take hold of who you are by figuring out where you want to be, who you want to be. not even the past has the ability to drag you down if you don’t let it. you define what you want and you have the right to claim it. you owe it to no one to stay who you have been

I had to run into town today to pick up a couple things. Mind you, this is the tiniest Southern town. Literally everyone knows everyone and there’s a good chance you’re related somehow. Anyway, Mrs. Kitty, who looks like she’s about 80 but still the picture of Southern Belle-ness, stopped me outside the dress shop and had the most curious look on her face.

“Now Shay, darlin’, I heard a rumor about you at my sewing bee last Saturday.”

Oh brother

“Oh, you know better than to listen to the gossip at your gatherings, Mrs. Kitty.” Suppress the urge to roll you eyes, Shay.

“Well, Mary Sue said that you had taken a boyfriend when I could'a sworn I’d seen you around town with that [Jem’s full name] girl.”

“I’m actually with both of them.”

“You mean, like at the same time… together." NO, don’t roll your eyes Shay!

"Yes ma'am.”

“Well aren’t you a lucky girl! Tell your Mama’s it’s their turn to bring the tea for bible study this week!”

I’m pretty sure I stood there with my mouth open for a solid five minutes after she left. People can sure surprise you! 

OTPs of the Signs
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> Aquarius x Pisces (In love with couples that make oddities or are inclined towards the bizarre)<p/><b>Taurus:</b> Virgo x Libra (Admires matching up the headstrong with the honest, especially if there's a play of hard-to-get)<p/><b>Gemini:</b> Aquarius x Leo (Wants non-stop, fun-loving cute and adventure)<p/><b>Cancer:</b> Scorpio x Pisces (Opposites attract and the more fiery and full of feeling, the better)<p/><b>Leo:</b> Sagittarius x Capricorn (Loves to watch outgoing and temperamental couples try to outdo each other and figure out how to play the love game)<p/><b>Virgo:</b> Cancer x Aries (confident and willful meets full-fledged emotion, making it the perfect combination)<p/><b>Libra:</b> Gemini x Scorpio (Loves couples that seem out of tune with their outward emotions, but work and look well together)<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> Gemini x Taurus (Wants Calculated cool to chase after cute and free spirited)<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> Cancer x Virgo (Loves couples that are full of romance, working it out, and intelligent action)<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> Aries x Leo (Matches up bullheaded charm with outgoing, fun personalities)<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> Capricorn x Taurus (Loves couples that are pure awkwardness and cute)<p/><b>Pisces:</b> Sagittarius x Libra (Loves matching outgoing enthusiasts to shy/quiet counterparts)<p/></p>

it was only a message but i can’t focus anymore because i’m shaking so badly. the things he said feel like a little layer of grease on me, sliding around, getting in the way of things.

my friend asks, “why do you take things so personally? just delete it if you don’t like it.” but i can’t delete it. see it’s already read, it’s already hiding up in my brain to torture me. i can’t stop thinking about it.

another friend looks over my shoulder and crinkles her nose. “boys are gross,” she says. “don’t reply to him.” but i want to. i don’t know why. i want to say: who gave you the fucking right.

but i won’t. i’ll keep quiet. i am good at that, even though i am full of words. sometimes i think the reason i keep silent is because i am being the better person, because i am unwilling to waste ink on things like this. sometimes i think it’s because i’m a coward.

a boy hears about this and laughs. “you’re upset about that?” i guess not. i guess you’re right. it could be worse, so i don’t get to say anything about it. we aren’t allowed to speak of minor things (and we all know we’re liars when we talk about the big ones). i guess you’re right. i’ve lived through worse. been alive through worse. it’s just.

i read it. i shouldn’t have i guess. i should have been better at it. it’s just that this isn’t the first thing i’ve ever had to deal with. it’s just that i’m tired of it. i’m tired of the messages and the laughter and the bad things. i’m tired of having to be okay with it. to put all the harassment on a sliding scale of “do i deal with this.” on one end is “the little things” and you’re supposed to ignore them. on the other end is the bad things and you’re never supposed to admit to them. 

do i deal with this. well it’s a little above gentle harassment (that awkward stepping-over-the-line unwanted flirting where the girl doesn’t know how to express she’s become uncomfortable) but way under that stalker i have who won’t stop sending me pictures of myself (the police laughed. “he thinks you’re pretty, so what? don’t take pictures if you don’t want him to see them.”) it’s a little below being groped on the train, maybe. a little above when men put their arms on the back of my seat on buses. somewhere between a hoot on the street and when they start following. where do i classify my harassment this time. do i time how long it takes me to stop shaking, multiply it by the number of words that made me feel like vomiting.

i am tired. take how safe you no longer feel and divide it by how safe everyone else sees you to be. take how much of a human being you are and subtract it by: the size of your breasts plus the clothes you are wearing plus whether or not you’ve had sex. take the worst thing you’ve ever had happen to you and compare it to this little thing. take the little thing and handle it. actually, while you’re at it: handle everything. the scale never reads “put up a fight” never says “he was wrong and i am right.” 

the scale never says “you’re a human and you deserve to live without this shit.”