loyalty is good

Life has taught me that you can’t control someone’s loyalty. No matter how good you are to them, doesn’t mean they’ll treat you the same. No matter how much they mean to you, doesn’t mean they’ll value you the same. Sometimes the people you love the most, turn out to be the people you can trust the least.
—  Trent Shelton
Life has taught me that you can’t control someone’s loyalty. No matter how good you are to them, doesn’t mean they’ll treat you the same. No matter how much they mean to you, doesn’t mean they’ll value you the same. Sometimes the people you love the most, turn out to be the people you can trust the least.

holy hell, never ask me to draw ezra or design an outfit. i’m sorry u two.

ANYWAY i was thinking: you see a lot of ezra-corrupted-by-maul stuff (WHICH I LOVE) BUT rarely the other way around? ezra’s a good egg and i want more aus where he drags maul kicking and screaming into the light (or somewhere in-between the dark and light b/c lbr, maul is p. much surviving on pure dark side spite these days).

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
—  Unknown (@craves)
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weakness.
herb garden

a guide for witches who need a more herbal garden for healing, tea crafting, and growing plants in their practice.

Originally posted by sashabloodsoup

anise : helps find happiness, and is good for psychic abilities.

basil : anything pertaining to love, wealth, protection. dispels fears and weaknesses, drives off evil spirits, and confusion.

cat nip : brings forth beauty, happiness, good luck, good spirits, and a great high for a kitten.

borage : courage and psychic powers.

bergamot : corresponds with money, provides protection from evil and illness, and promotes a restful sleep.

chamomile : love, healing, and sleep. also known to reduce stress.

dill : corresponds with money, protection, lust and luck.

coriander : corresponds with love, health, and protection.

thyme : attracts loyalty, and good opinions from others.

sage : used for self purification and promotes dealing with grief.

rosemary : protects, cleanses, and aids in memory.

oregano : corresponds with joy, strength, and vitality. 

mint : promotes energy and communication.

lemon balm : corresponds with love, success, healing, and psychic/spiritual development. 

alec always knew what love was, it was the steady thrum of knowing he would do anything for isabelle, it was the sharp, good, painful ache of feeling jace deep in his soul, it was the light, cheerful bubble of wanting to protect max from everything bad, and it was the sense of loyalty to his cause, the good cause, but he never expected to feel all those things at the same time until he met magnus bane, the high warlock of brooklyn

  • Me: What if God isn't good after all?
  • Mary, Mother of Jesus: And what if God is?
Urbanspellcraft’s Soul Mate Attraction Spell Jar

So I put this together for a friend the other day, and the purpose of the jar is to help attract a true soul mate/true twin flame connection. Feel free to use as you like, and while I do realize some of the ingredients are slightly uncommon, this is how I put it together. You can make substitutes if you desire.


  • Small Jar
  • Pink Sea Salt - Protection, Love, Self Love
  • Lavender - Encourage true & pure love
  • Basil - Love, Protection, Prosperity (not in the financial way!)
  • Rose Petals - Love (Side note: I used rose petals collected at a wedding)
  • Blue Poppy Seeds - Attract a Partner
  • Jasmine Flowers - Soulmate Attraction
  • Marjoram - Happiness, Love, Protection
  • Sycamore - Harmony, Longevity, Prosperity
  • Thyme - Loyalty, Affection, Good opinion of others, Provides strength & courage
  • Quartz Chip - Amplification
  • (Optional) Sigil of Choice
  • Pink Candle
  • Ribbon or String


If you are using a sigil, design it or write it down, charge it with your energy, roll it up and seal it with a teeny bit of the pink candle wax. Put this in your jar first. 
I put the salt in next, because I always do a base of salt. I then added the quartz chip, and then the rest of the ingredients. While doing this, make sure you are thinking of your intent the entire time. I popped the cork back in, then tied a a string around the top, to “tie it all together”.
(Optional) If you like, you can include a knot spell into the string as well. I did!
Now safely drip the wax over the top of the jar, sealing in the intent, sealing the string to the jar, etc.
I sat and meditated with it for awhile, and then gave it to my friend. I instructed her to carry it around with her.

Thats it! Enjoy!

Imagine: Him kidnapping you and torturing you, just to realize he has caught feelings for you

(Request from bebhemmo ♥

This was the first request I have ever received so I was really excited to write it and I hope you like it dear ♥)

Two months. It had been two months since Joker had taken you from the bank he was robbing and made you his own personal slave. You had been hired by Bruce Wayne to observe him and find out his weaknesses so Batman could finally take him down for good. Little did you know that the seemingly solid plan had backfired. For the first few weeks, he had you chained in his basement where he tortured you relentlessly. He would constantly scream in your face, asking who you worked for. Keeping your loyalty towards the good side, you refused to speak. The only time you did speak was to insult him, in which ended with you having a busted lip or a broken bone.

The last two months have been hell, but it wasn’t always bad, however. Some days, he would just come and sit next to you in the small, dark room and talk to you about his day. He would ask for your opinion on his newest plan for a heist. At first, you didn’t reply to him, you wouldn’t even look in his direction. But after a while, a part of you enjoyed his company. When he wasn’t beating you or harassing you, he was a pretty decent guy. I know. The Joker? A decent guy? Sounds crazy, I know. The two of you would laugh about an idiot that thought it would be smart to talk back to him, or the look on the maids face when he lashed out at her. You didn’t realize it at first, but you had started to fall in love with him. You must have gone a little crazy while being trapped in that basement for so long, otherwise you wouldn’t have given him a second glance. But when he was near you, your heart fluttered and your stomach did flip flops. You had almost forgiven him for all of the pain he had brought you. Little did you know, he didn’t forgive you just yet.

Mister J had major trust issues. His whole life, he had been left and kicked while he was in the dirt. Why should he show any sympathy for some girl who wanted to turn him in to Batsy? That just was not going to fly with him. But when you two had your little talks, he would sit up late at night and go over every word you said. He would remember the way your voice sounded, the way your E/C eyes had a twinkle whenever you smiled. Oh. Your smile. He adored your smile. It brought warmth to his ice cold heart. Something he hasn’t felt since before his wife died so long ago. These feelings confused him. He spent most nights drinking liquor until he blacked out. The next morning, he always woke up next to a few dead bodies. The confusion angered him. He was the Joker for cripes sake! The Joker is a total bad ass who could kill anybody without feeling any sympathy. But the thought of killing you, well, it made him sick. It made him feel nauseous, almost to the point of throwing up. He frequently pushed the thoughts out of his mind, causing him to be more cold towards you.

It had been bad lately. He constantly blamed you for his actions. One night, enough was enough. After a bad beating, you crawled into the small bathroom of the basement. You reached behind the toilet and pulled out a small bottle of sleeping pills he had given you a few weeks earlier to help you sleep. If you were the cause of his problems, this would be a permanent fix for him. He shouldn’t care, right? After all, it was all your fault. You popped open the bottle and stared into it.

“Bottoms up,” you said flatly before dowing the contents of the medicine into your mouth and down your throat. You laid down on the cold concrete and smiled to yourself. Now he’ll be happier, he’ll be able to do greater things without you. You aren’t a burden to him anymore. It’ll be better this way.

Mister J stumbled down into the basement. He had a few drinks and he was going to put a stop to all of this nonsense. No more torturing you, no more having you sleep in the basement. He was going to tell you how he really feels, and you would accept it whether you actually did or not. He was puzzled to find that you weren’t on the bed like usual. He checked the bathroom and groaned in frustration. You were lying on the floor, white as a ghost.

“Fuck!” He growled as he picked you up and put your head over the sink. He shoved his fingers down your throat, causing you to throw up the pills. Once he was sure he got most of them out, he carried you back upstairs and laid you down in the bed.

-Sometime later-

You open your eyes, confused. Were you in heaven? You had never been very religious, but you were sure there was some form of life after death, right? You sat up in the king sized bed and looked down at the purple satin sheets. They felt like silk on your skin as they were wrapped around your body. You examined the nightstand next to the bed and noticed the glass of water sitting next to the lamp. You looked on the other side of you and see a sleeping Mister J. What the hell happened? Your movements woke him and he sat up and looked at you.

“How are you feeling?” he asked after a few moments of silence.

“What happened?” You replied, still confused.

“I saw what you did, and I have to say, I’m impressed,” he said as he raised his eyebrows, “But don’t think that lets you off the hook. That was a very naughty thing of you to do, kitten,”

He leaned into you and pressed his lips to yours softly. He kissed you more passionately once he realized you weren’t trying to wiggle away from him.

“What you did nearly scared Daddy to death. We wouldn’t want that, would we?” he asked as he smiled at you. You shook your head and smiled softly back at him. Had he saved you? If he did, why? And since when did he want to kiss you?

“I’ve been thinking for sometime, doll, and I have came to the conclusion that you are the one I want to be by my side for all eternity,” he said as he stood from the bed. He handed you the glass of water and giggled as he watched you drink some of it.

“Daddy is sorry for how he’s been treating you, but everything will be fine now, I promise,” he said as he got down on his knees next to the bed and took your hands in his. He looked up at you with a devious grin, causing you to return the smile. Maybe staying here for all of this time had driven you to insanity, but you didn’t care as long as you got to be his one and only. His new…Queen if you will.


You have to read this and reflect. When Shaykh Adib al-Kallas would speak about his wife, he would become extremely teary and very emotional. He would say, “I will never forget her loyalty and goodness. I will never forget her kindness and the way she treated me with honour. I will never forget how she stayed by my side and stuck by me even though I suffered with such high levels of poverty and we lived in such hard conditions!”

The shaykh lived in a small simple apartment. At times, the lights would go out, and they’d have to use torches and candles. They could not even afford to buy meat, yet a moment would not pass except she would show him how much she loved him. When they had no money, she never complained. Instead, she would tell her parents that he was the best husband in the world. When they struggled, she gave him ease. When he was in pain, she gave him cure. He had thousands of students, but before anyone ever knew him, she stood by him. Before creation chased him, she was praying to the Creator for him. When they got old and the years passed, she became ill and he would emotionally say, “Adib prays that he will be with you in paradise!” Search for a good partner and wallahi, you will experiences joys of paradise whilst on earth.

—  Shaykh Mohammad Aslam