Okay, but Lance wants to fall in love so bad, right? Like, that is literally the thing he is always looking out for. Even in the middle of a space war, he is looking for that person to bond with and to become his best friend. 

So wait until he figures out that he’s actually been falling in love with Keith this whole time and didn’t even realize it. This kid is going to blow his own goddamn mind and I am so READY! 

The giver of love advice doesn’t even know he’s in love himself. A trope I never get tired of. 

  • ARIES: the self-confident risk taker
  • TAURUS: the careful love giver
  • GEMINI: the arrogant & proud one
  • CANCER: the intelligent & smart loner
  • LEO: the most beautiful one
  • VIRGO: the open-minded truth teller
  • LIBRA: the playful heartbreaker
  • SCORPIO: the emotional dummy
  • SAGITTARIUS: the romantic madcap
  • CAPRICORN: the charming neurotic
  • AQUARIUS: the helpful hero
  • PISCES: the emotionless but strong one

The signs as levels of human

Aries: straight up the devil (and knows/loves it)

Taurus: not a human at all and is in fact some sort of food probably a pastry

Gemini: both of their faces are 50% human each

Cancer: not human. Is just a sentient tear drop

Leo: 100% bitch

Virgo: basically a robot (but we feel bad about it)

Libra: 1% human 99% giver of love

Scorpio: did I already use the devil in one of these? Damn.

Sagittarius: 50% human 50% sin

Capricorn: is a robot (and proud)

Aquarius: is a fish???

Pisces: 100% human foot

gentle reminder for women: you (we) were worshiped and adored long before any male-assigned deity was. it wasn’t He, it was She. it wasn’t Him, it was Her. it wasn’t God, it was The Goddess. modern patriarchal religion serves the purpose of erasing women’s herstory as loved, adored, supported, revered givers of life. temples were covered with images of worshiping you. your connection with the lunar cycle was viewed as earthly affirmation of your status as the Creator. 

it was never supposed to be a man.



•house m.d
•the originals
•the big bang theory
•prison break
•peaky blinders
•american horror story
•greys anatomy
•the walking dead
•under the dome
•my mat fat dairy
•doctor who
•the x files
•breaking bad
•sherlock holmes
•how i met your mother
•modern family
•2 broke girls
•how to get away with murder
•game of thrones
•12 monkeys
•the librarians
•mr. robot
•dark matter
•13 reasons why
•once upon a time
•the 100
•orange is the new black


•in your eyes
•now you see me-sihirbazlar çetesi *tüm seri
•mr. nobody
•leon: the professional
•room-gizli dünya
•sil baştan
•esaretin bedeli
•forrest gump
•the man from earth
•ucuz roman
•zindan adası
•schindler'in listesi
•into the wild
•embrace of the serpent
•me before you
•butterfly effect *tüm seri
•umudunu kaybetme
•black swan
•before sunrise
•yapay oyun
•çizgili pijamalı çocuk
•sıkıysa yakala
•october sky
•star wars *tüm seri
•transformes *tüm seri
•aşk yemini
•the purge *tüm seri
•dear john
•sanam teri kasam
•6 years
•the theory of everything
•alacakaranlık *tüm seri
•umut ışığım
•the perks of being a wallflower
•the notebook
•remember me
•p.s: i love you
•camp x ray
•bir ayrılık
•ayat ayat cinta
•incir reçeli-1 -evet ölüler de aldatılır-
•aşk tutulması
•aşka yükseliş
•assalamualaikum beijing
•sosyal ağ
•cennetin çocukları
•21 gram
•kız kardeşimin hikayesi
•old man
•intihar odası
•benim adım khan
•yukarıya bak
•3 idiot
•her çocuk özeldir
•beautiful mind
•malcolm x
•demir adam
•yenilmezler *tüm seri
•free fire
•v for vandetta
•sherlock holmes *tüm seri
•kaybedenler klübü
•yapay zeka
•yıldız tozu
•benjamin button'ın tuhaf hikayesi
•harry potter *tüm seri
•the giver
•love rosie
•ikimizin yerine

eda&hazal sunar…

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Basil was used in English folk magic, like so many other things, to ward off harmful spells as well as to keep away pests.

Also, several sources say that if a gift of basil is given to a member of the opposite sex, he or she will fall deeply in love with the giver and be forever faithful. In Romania, this act is representative of an official engagement.


Imagine: Sirius gives you a love potion, but it doesn’t work. He later finds out that a love potion can’t work on someone if they already love you.

Request: Anon said, “Hi, can you do a Sirius black x reader where Sirius is so desperate to be with the reader (but she just avoids him) that he ends up using a love potion on her and it doesn’t work. Then they low-key ask slughorn about it and he’s like “love potions wont work if he/she is already in love with you”. (*Gasp* dun dun dunnn) Then she finds out about it and gets rly pissed. You can decide how it ends then. Thanks xoxo (sorry if it’s wierdly specific)”

Sirius’ POV

“Y/N, Y/N wait!” I call after her as we leave the potions classroom. She rolls her eyes at me and walks away. I groan and James places a hand on my shoulder.

“You’ve got it bad haven’t you mate?” He laughs.

“Shove off,” I push him. I’ve liked Y/N for years now, but she constantly avoids me.

I walk with the boys to our dormitory, thinking about how I could get Y/N to fall for me. I wasn’t used to this, most girls would fall to their knees for me, but Y/N won’t spare me a second glance, and that’s probably why I fell for her.

I lie awake in bed that night and it finally hits me, a love potion! Deep down I know it’s an awful idea, but I still convince myself to give it a shot.

The next morning, I slide next to her in the Great Hall. She scoffs and turns away from me, talking to her friend. I take this as my chance, I slip the love potion into her drink. My subconscious tells me to stop, screaming that this is wrong, but at this point, I’m so desperate for her to just talk to me.

She takes a sip of her drink and pulls the cup away skeptically, she looks into it, shit, she’s going to notice, she shrugs to herself and continues drinking. I let out a breath of relief.

Breakfast passes and Y/N still doesn’t say a word to me.

“It didn’t work did it?” James questions as we walk out of the Great Hall.

“What didn’t work?” I ask innocently.

“You really think I wouldn’t notice?” He chuckles, “Are you really that desperate Pads? A love potion?”

“Shut up Prongs,” I roll my eyes, “I don’t think it worked anyway. I don’t know why though, I know I followed all the instructions perfectly.”

The day goes on and Y/N hasn’t even looked at me. What went wrong?

Last period finally rolled around, Potions with Professor Slughorn. The lesson eventually ends and Professor Slughorn asks if anyone has any questions, I decide to take a chance and I raise my hand, “Mr. Black?”

“Well, I was reading a book last night Professor,” I begin, “And the main character slipped a love potion to the guy she was crushing on. She did everything perfectly, but it had no effect on him. Is it possible for people to be immune to love potions?”

Slughorn eyes me suspiciously, “No, if a love potion doesn’t work on someone, it just means they are already in love with the potion giver.”

I drop my pencil and James chokes on his water next to me. “I-um, thank you.”

Class ended and we made our way to the door. We spent a bit of extra time in the classroom, talking about our latest revelation, so by the time we exit, the hallways are empty.

The moment I’m out of the classroom, Y/N is in front of me, her wand at my throat, “You… you sneaky little shit! I KNEW YOU PUT SOMETHING IN MY DRINK THIS MORNING! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!”

I look at her innocently, “What are you talking about Y/N?”

“That question you asked!”

“It was about a book!”


I smirk, “Touché. But did you not hear Slughorn’s answer?”

She instantly goes red, “That still doesn’t give you the right to slip someone a love potion you ass!”

“So you’re admitting that you’re in love with me?” I ask cheekily.

Her anger fades and she turns away, “Shut up.”

I grab her wrist and pull her closer, “And what if I don’t?”

“You’re so damn difficult,” She hisses.

“Only because you look hot when you’re angry,” I lean in.

“Fuck you,” She gets closer.

“You could if you’d like,” I offer, getting close enough that our noses are touching.

She suddenly closes the gap, coiling her fingers in my hair. I grab her waist and pull her against me, kissing back passionately.

She finally pulls away, “Wow.”

“Do you finally understand what you’ve been missing out on?” I smirk.

“Shut up,” She says, giving me another quick peck before walking away.

“Y/N! Wait!” She sticks her hand up and waves it without turning back. This girl is definitely going to be a handful, but she’s worth it.


Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

Panda used to exclusively read graphic novels, comic books, and those Ripley’s big weird facts books. All chapter books were consumed in audiobook form. The only chapter book she read was one Goosebumps book. Well, she rocked the reading assessment for 6th grade and is well above the goal range for where they say kids her age should be at the end of the year. She read the first book assigned for the school year and is currently reading, and loving, The Giver which is their second assigned reading.

The reason I’m posting this is to say to parents of kids who are resistant to read anything but comics - Comic books rule and comic books count! Let them read comics! Don’t worry about it! YAY COMICS!!!

REQUESTED: “I have a nsfw Credence imagine request thing,, ok so like he’s v v v comfortable w reader but he feels bad bc most of their sexytimes are focused on him mostly, so he asks if he can eat her out/finger her or w/e and she says okay but he’s surprisingly REALLY good at it???“

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1,202

A/N: This is like loosely described smut but mostly Credence just loving you so much.

A year had passed, a happy one spent with Credence. You were really committed to the relationship and everything that came with it and fell more and more in love with Credence each day: his shy smiles, his soft-spoken voice, his intelligence, and even the ways he was learning to deal with his past and the strength he was finding as he learned to move on as best he could. Part of loving him, though, had required great patience from the both of you—his fears and anxieties were totally grounded and really had nothing to do with you specifically, but still, it was something you had had to work through together.

And it had taken months to give Credence the comfortable atmosphere it took to have sex. And honestly, that was fine; you didn’t mind at all because you loved him and were happy to wait for him to be comfortable and ready. You wanted him to be happy with you and to be comfortable enough to reach that place with you. And now, months after that you had reached that level of comfort, you would say you were still very happy with your sex life. You loved being largely the giver and focusing on him and just watching how he responded to your touches. You honestly loved everything about him, including focusing on him during sex to make sure he was comfortable and happy.

What you didn’t know, however, was that this was starting to make Credence feel bad. Well, guilty mostly. He loved you very much, but his confidence had taken a long time to catch up to where he wanted to be. He wanted you to have the best, because it’s what he felt you deserved, and now… He wanted to try to give, wanted to focus on you instead, wanted…to prove that he could be good for you and that he knew how to make you feel good.

So Credence laid patiently in bed, waiting for you to come lie down next to him after your shower. It had been a lazy day, and Credence was anxious, knowing you wouldn’t expect this display of confidence in the bedroom from him—he knew how sudden this would be. But when you emerged, hair wet from the shower and new pajamas on, smiling softly at him as you laid down, he swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and rolled toward you. You looked to him curiously as he brought a shaky hand to your neck, tracing his thumb just under your ear as he kissed along your jaw. Already your breaths were coming in hot pants as you leaned into him, pleasantly surprised in his display of affection and the sloppy kisses he was trailing to your collar bones and back up. You smiled against his mouth when he finally got there but were absolutely bewildered when he gently took your hand away from tugging his pants down. You pulled back to look him in the eyes, taking in the flush creeping up his cheeks and the quick downward flick of his eyes as he moved to speak. “I would… Can I…take care of you tonight?”

You had to swallow thickly but even then couldn’t bring yourself to speak and instead could only manage to give a slow nod before Credence continued. He hadn’t been joking—it was all about you. He trailed a tentative hand down your chest, then your belly, before finally dipping cold fingers under the elastic of your pajama bottoms, taking in the quickening of your breaths and the way your body moved into him all the while. You could feel his fingers trace the lining of your underwear before daring to dip into those as well. When one of his fingers finally pressed firmly to your clit, you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. You opened your eyes to see Credence looking at you with so much affection that it nearly blinded you before he began to slide his fingers against where you needed him most. You were rolling your hips against his hand and clutching furiously to his forearm with one hand while the other clutched his neck and brought him into a heated kiss. His fingers honestly felt so good, and you hadn’t been prepared for that, honestly, had expected to need to give him some direction, but… He was doing just fine all on his own, and you were a complete mess against him. Credence swallowed every one of your pants and whimpers and moans but quite enjoyed that he could lean back and watch as you came apart underneath him. He never took his eyes off of you and was overcome with awe and love as he watched you cum, shaking and letting out his name in a low groan as you clutched his arm and face furiously in your hands.

Credence continued to watch you as you came back down from your climax, breathing heavily with your eyes shut for a few minutes before opening your eyes to look at him. A lazy, relaxed smile crossed your face as you caressed his cheekbone with the tip of your finger and admired the flutter of his eyelashes. You hummed contentedly as you asked, “Why did you want to do that tonight, Credence?” Your voice was raspy, and Credence had to kiss you because he thought it was so adorable, and because he couldn’t believe still that he was the one who made your voice sound like that.

“Most of the time, you’re focusing on…me. And I wanted it to be…about you.” His voice was quiet and slow, as always, but the emotions behind it were becoming clearer every day. And today, you could hear the love and affection laced in.

You brought your forehead to rest against his on his pillow and rested your arm across his hip. “I don’t mind though. I like taking care of you, Credence. In bed.” You both blushed furiously, not used to actually discussing your sex life—there were some things neither of you were confident enough to say in words (mutual shyness had been one of the things that brought you together).

And one of those things he didn’t know how to say out loud was that he liked taking care of you (in bed) too, now that he knew what it was like. He liked being able to watch you unravel because of him, and he loved being able to observe how he affected you so easily, with just his hands. He just liked that position of power, and he loved…being able to satisfy you so completely, and know that he did so. But he couldn’t say any of that out loud, so he settled on saying, “I can see why.”

You felt the heat rush to your face all over again and couldn’t help but feel dwarfed by the intimacy of the statement. “I love you, Credence.” You weren’t sure why the words came out in a whisper—maybe you just didn’t want to shatter the fragility and beauty of the moment.

Credence understood this—understood everything about you, really—and whispered right back. “I love you too, Y/N.”


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sleepy sex

warnings: swearing, smut.

“Are you ok?”
“Do I look like I’m ok?!”
It was 1.30am and you were cuddled up with Dan in his bed, having just finished watching Spliced on his laptop.
Dan laughed and closed the computer.
“It wasn’t even THAT scary,” he teased as he got up to put it on charge at his desk.
“Yeah, ok, maybe not, but it was fucked up!” You exclaimed, pulling the duvet up over the lower half of your face so you could still shoot Dan disapproving glares from across the room.
“Yeah, it was pretty fucked up,” he agreed, climbing back into bed. He reached for you but you stopped him.
“What?” He asked.
“Why do you do this to me?” You continued with your glare.
“Do what?” He asked, incredulous.
“Make me watch horror movies before bed! Now I’m not going to be able to sleep! And I blame you entirely.”
He laughed at that.
“Oh, baby girl, it’s ok, don’t be scared, I’ll fight off the monsters for you,” he teased, holding your face and squishing your cheeks like a child.
“Don’t patronise me, you fucking spork. No, get off me. I don’t cuddle people who rob me of sleep. Daaaaannnnn,” you whined as his arms slid around your waist and he rolled you on top of him, hugging you to his chest.
“It’s ok baby girl, Daddy’s got you,” he teased.
“You’re not my Dad!” You imitated the meme and Dan laughed.
“Excuse me? Stop trying to take over my title as meme king, thanks. Besides,” his voice lowered but the smirk remained. “That’s not what you said the other night.”
You rolled your eyes at his obnoxious wink and punched him softly in the shoulder.
“Ow!” He complained.
“Oh please, it didn’t even hurt,” you rolled your eyes again.
“Yeah but it’s the thought that counts!” He replied, pretending to look hurt.
You just laughed and rolled off him again, before cuddling into his side. His long arms went around you automatically, and his lips pressed to your forehead in a tender kiss.
“I thought you said no cuddling-” you felt him smirk against your skin.
“Shut up, consider yourself lucky that I’m a charitable and forgiving person.”
The laughter made his chest rumble and you felt it hum against your own.
“I’d consider myself lucky even if you weren’t a forgiving person,” he murmured softly, the loving line making you smile.
“You know why?”
“Why?” You asked.
“Because nobody else can manage to trip over a crack in the cement, land in the bush by the sidewalk and somehow let go of your ice cream in the process and have it hit the window of a passing car.”
“I’m glad I am a constant source of amusement for you.” You mumbled sarcastically into his chest, but you could feel sleep creeping in, not enough to shut off your brain entirely, but enough to make you you close your eyes, and feel tired and warm and safe. And happy.
“You are incredibly amusing. My favourite time was probably at Peej’s party, with the lemon incident. Ooooh, maybe not, I think the time we went to buy the Halloween pumpkin, that’s a clear winner. Although-”
“Shh, I’m trying to sleep here.”
“How convenient.”
“Shut up.”
“Ok fine.”
You lay in silence for a while, drifting towards sleep but never quite getting there. The frustrating kind of dozing because you just want to sleep but can’t.
Eventually you sighed and checked the time. 3am. You groaned inwardly and snuggled back into Dan. He stirred.
“You ok?” He asked sleepily.
“Yeah, just can’t sleep,” you whispered tiredly.
“Hmm, me either.” He yawned, rubbing your arm affectionately.
You tilted your face up slightly and kissed the exposed skin by your mouth in reciprocation of his loving gesture. Except the area of skin was Dan’s throat.
A small sound of pleasure escaped him.
“Stop that, you,” he smirked down at you.
“Sorry, that wasn’t intentional,” you replied.
“Actually,” he continued with a little glint in his eyes, “that’s not a bad idea.”
“When is sex ever a bad idea?” You asked as he rolled on top of you this time.
“Never, not with you anyway,” he grinned, kissing you softly before tugging down the collar of your shirt so he could attach his lips to your collarbone. He continued moving down your body, tugging off your underwear and tossing it aside. He let out a barely audible groan at the sight of you, before spreading your thighs and ducking his head between them.
Dan was a very attentive lover, and he was always a giver. He loved going down on you, and would ask if he could, every time you got intimate. And he was exceptionally good with his mouth. You often teased that it was because he talked so much, but now, as he licked up your folds and sucked your clit into his mouth, you were forever grateful for his silver tongue. He knew exactly how to make you elicit the sounds he wanted to hear, how to make your fingers grip the sheets or his hair, how to make your thighs spasm and hips buck up into his mouth. He had unrestricted access to your control centre, and he could make you react however he wanted, just with his mouth. That was scary, and exciting, and right now, insanely pleasurable.
Dan could sense your orgasm approaching, and with a smirk, pulled away from between your legs. He pulled off his shirt and own underwear before reconnecting your lips. You could feel how much he wanted you, the precum dripping onto your stomach was more than enough of an indication. He reached into the drawer for a condom, rolled it on, and positioned his body over yours. He looked at you expectantly, albeit a little sleepy, and you nodded your consent.
Low, soft moans spilled from both of your lips as Dan slid into you, inch by inch, and he kissed you again. Your movements were slow and gentle, the rolling of hips, eyelids fluttering shut, lips parting to let out the occasional moan. There was no need to speed things up, not tonight, as you placed sleepy kisses along Dan’s shoulder and neck. It was a long and pleasurable session, a change to your usually more kinky sex, but this was a time to enjoy each other. You gazed at his face lovingly, admiring his cheekbones and lips and baby freckles, your fingers gliding slowly up his spine, making him shudder.
“What’s wrong?” He whispered, noticing how you were staring intently at his features, trying to memorise every freckle.
“I just love you a lot,” you whispered back. He smiled, and kissed your shoulder.
Minutes later he was bringing you undone, this time with soft caresses and gentle kisses and thrusts that made you both moan with each one. You watched Dan hit his own high, an experience you always felt you didn’t deserve to witness, because he glowed angelically, and the sounds he made were so desperately melodious, you felt as though your heart could explode in your chest from the gratitude of even having him in your life, let alone being in a relationship. As he disposed of the condom and collapsed next to you, he barely managed to whisper “I love you too” before he was asleep.

For the lovers who love, 
the givers who give and the whatnot

If you seek
for listeners,
first you must prepare
for the earfuls of others.

If you seek for readers
first be the eyes
of an observant adventurer.

If you seek for viewers
first be the camera
that captures anything.

If you seek 
for aesthetic minds
first be the consistent lover
who greets others
not because you want to or have to
but simply because 
appreciation is a free gift to give.

If you seek for none of the above
then perhaps
this one is not for you.

D C de Oliveira

- This is for my photographers who are constantly giving their love and support my way, regardless rain or shine.

- This is for my readers and writers who are continuously providing feedback and love my way. 

This is for you, the random rebloggers, lovers that had stumbled upon my posts and found them relatable - Thank you! 

As for the whatnot, I thank you for following me though (although I’m not sure for what reason) because I notice you but for the lack of acquaintances and engaging in any of my posts, I may never return your ghostly love.

- We search for connection but we must first be the wire -

Dolly, with overwhelming love your way.

anonymous asked:

Mirio, tamaki and bakugou hickey and makeout hcs please they're a1 boys :P

Oh my god, I am so, SO, sorry that this took so long! It’s so hot here right now so I may had fallen asleep…but I’m going to do a request or two before crashing properly, I hope you can understand! Also, I hope these are good enough sweetie! 

- Mod Eclipse


🥞 Whoo boy, Mirio is most definitely a hickey giver, absolutely loves seeing his s/o covered in bite marks/hickeys that he’s given her, it’s a major turn of for him.

🥞 His s/o tried to give him a hickey one day and out of shock, he activated his quirk so his s/o ended up chomping down on thin air, stung a bit but once she recovered, Mirio let her give him a hickey and god damn did he love it, shows it off proudly every time his s/o gives him one!

🥞 Makeout time with Mirio is heckin’ intense, his hands are going everywhere they can on his s/o, her thighs, her ass, her hips, her boobs, the back of her neck, her hair, heckin’ everywhere.

🥞 Makeouts definitely turn into heated sex almost all the time, he can’t help himself, with his s/o in his arms like that, he just has to touch her and have her scream his name!

🥞 Mirio loves when his s/o gets heavily invested in a makeout session, in fact, he loves it most if they’re straddling his hips, it makes his whole experience that much better, he loves it, loves it.

🥞 Mirio also likes those slow makeout sessions where he just gets to feel his s/o’s lips on his, the slow sensual touch can sometimes be better than sex for him, it’s something he craves.


🐙 Tamaki isn’t really big on giving his s/o hickeys, however, when he does, they last for awhile because damn that boy is good with his mouth!

🐙 He lets his s/o give him hickeys on the condition that they can never, ever, be seen by anyone else! His poor nerves couldn’t handle too many questions about the marks, is lowkey happy with them though, will sometimes look at them in the mirror.

🐙 Makeout time with Tamaki depends really, if he’s feeling insecure and down then it’s going to be slow, it’s going to be filled with apologies and him asking his s/o if he’s doing alright for them.

🐙 However!!! If his s/o happens to get him a little…riled up…before hand then his s/o is in for one hell of a treat! When Tamaki is put in the mood, his excitement will tend to overcome his embarrassment.

🐙 Tamaki prefers to be on bottom in a makeout session, it helps him relax more, being able to touch his s/o like that.

🐙 For Tamaki, the slower the makeout session, the better, if it’s too fast then he’ll get embarrassed quickly but with a slow makeout session, he can focus on his s/o’s body rather than what he wants to do to it.


💥 Now, Katsuki is really one to leave his s/o covered in hickeys. He enjoys seeing the marks he makes on their skin, especially since he knows that everyone knows that they’re his marks, they’re a huge ego boost for the blonde boy.

💥 He enjoys receiving them too if his s/o dares to give him any, prefers not to get them in too obvious of a place though, he doesn’t need a mark to announce that he’s taken to the world, he does that just fine himself.

💥 Makeout sessions are either really rough and hot with his s/o or really impatient; it all depends on his mood and how pissed he is.

💥 If somehow his s/o manages to catch him in a good mood, the makeout session will be slightly gentler, though he’s still going to bite their lip and slap their ass, there’s just going to be a lot less cursing and a bit more touching.

💥 Katsuki doesn’t bottom for his s/o unless she specifically asks for it and even then, it’s rare, this baby pop rock is definitely a topper! He enjoys the way his s/o’s body moves for him, squirming under him in pleasure is something he can’t get enough of!

💥 With things getting heated all the time, it’s very rare that a makeout session doesn’t turn into sex with his s/o, he can’t help the way he gets lost in her body and he doesn’t even try to either!


As a green witch, this is the information I’ve put together about basil to go in my book of shadows. I’ve done the hard work so you don’t have to ~ enjoy and feel free to use!

Common name: Basil

Latin name: Ocimum basilicum [pronounced ochy-moom bassil-ih-coom]

Ocimum is the Greek word for fragrant.

Basilicum has a double meaning: it could come from the Greek word ‘basilium’ which means king - in the sense that the smell of basil is fit for a king. However, it could also be derived from the Latin word ‘basilisicum’ which translates as ‘Basilisk’ - a creature that is known to cause madness and death.

Other names: Albahaca, American Dittany, Our Herb, St Joseph’s Wort and Witches Herb.

Gender: Masculine

Planet correspondence: Mars

Element: Fire

Links to other religions: 

Basil known a ‘holy basil’ or Tulsi (Ocimum tenuiflorum) is very sacred in Hinduism. Its leaves are mandatory in the ritualistic worship of the god Vishnu. Basil is a Hindu symbol of love fidelity, eternal life, purification and protection. 


For hundreds of years, basil has been associated with creepy crawlies such as snakes and lice - but especially scorpions. In the 1500s, doctors thought that smelling basil would conjure ‘scorpions of the mind.’ This meant that they thought scorpions would grow inside the brain!

This theory can be traced to an English physician who ‘observed’ while he was in Italy that is you placed a basil leaf under a stone in a moist place, then within 2 days a scorpion would be produced. There’s also another story of an English physician who had a patient with a scorpion infestation in his brain - though to be caused by frequently smelling basil!

In the Tudor times, pots of basil were given as parting gifts - use basil in your travelling and safe journey spells. 

in Elizabethan times, sweet basil was used as snuff to clear the brain, and ease colds and headaches. 

The ancient Romans used basil to curse their enemies. they would curse them as they planted the seeds, and to ensure good growth they believed that mistreating the plants and praying to the gods that it wouldn’t grow would actually help it grow faster. They associated basil with poverty, hate and misfortune. 

It’s also common folklore that witches drank basil juice before flying on their brooms!

Main beliefs about basil: 

- Carrying a leaf in your pocket or wallet can attract wealth, and if you’re a shop owner place it above the till or door to ensure the money comes rolling in.

- If a basil plant is given to a member of the opposite sex (these were the days before basic human rights and equality huh), they will fall deeply in love with the giver and be forever faithful.

-  In some countries it’s seen as something ‘real men’ don’t eat because it’s associated with the teas used to relieve menstrual cramps.

- It can both ward against and attract insanity. The beliefs vary from place to place, but this myth stems from the fact that ‘basil’ may be derived from the Latin for ‘Basilisk,’ a creature known to drive people insane. 

- After an argument, drinking basil tea can help you calm down and put you in the right frame of mind to peacefully settle the dispute. After a family falling out, cooking meals heavily laced with basil (this one’s for all you kitchen witches) can help reconcile emotions and bring harmony once again.

Modern uses and symbolism: 

Steadies the mind, happiness, love, peace, wealth, protects against insanity

Medical Properties:

Basil contains cinnamanic acid which enhances circulation, stabilises blood sugar and improves breathing. It’s rich in vitamin A, C and K. It also has copper, calcium, iron, magnesium and omega-3 fats in it.

Natural cures and remedies:

- For colds, chew a few basil leaves twice a day until you’re cured

- To soothe coughs, add 8 basil leaves and 5 cloves to a cup of boiling water and drink. For a sore throat due to coughing, boil water with basil leaves and gargle with it. 

- To eliminate stress, chew 10 basil leaves twice a day

- To combat acne, try making basil juice and applying it to the area once a day

- For stomach, pains swallow 1tsp of basil juice mixed with 1tsp of ginger juice

- For insect bites and stings, rub basil leaves on the wound

- Chew some basil leaves to get rid of mouth infections and ulcers

- Basil can also be rubbed on the skin to repel mosquitoes


anonymous asked:

Really kinda super need a sex with Harry blurb/headcannon I need my boy 😍❤😚

- listen here, babe;
- sex with Harry is always loud;
- like, he always has to remind you how beautiful you are;
- gruntING;
- he looooves making you moan;
- I bet he makes sarcastic comments between the sheets;
- his hands are everywhere;
- he can’t get enough of you;
- especially boobs when he is on top of you or ass when you are riding him (but this would be super occasional);
- also drunk and giggly sex;
- I’m 100% sure he wakes up before you and takes a few pictures/Polaroids because he loves the way the sheets fall on your naked body;
- I think he would just post one or two of these pictures;
- but he also asked you to take some more risqué poses;
- these pictures as for his eyes only;
- sometimes he would send you this pictures and say something like “can’t wait to have you like this again”;
- I think he is the most likely to ask you for phone/Skype sex;
- hair grabbing because his curls are sooo soft;
- I think he is more a receiver than a giver;
- he loves when you go down on him;
- just… wow
- I dedicate this to my friend @translucentthoughts because our lives are based on Harry Holland’s images