you are a witch. You are not controlled by the universe, but rather, you are in control of the universe. You are a child of the universe and as a witch you are as one with the universe. Your magick, your intent and your belief in that intent, is more powerful than anything in the cosmos. Goddesses and Gods don’t listen to you, aid you, and enter your circle to witness your rites because They’re bored; They come to you when you call Them because They know you hold an unmatched, unbridled power and are humbled and honored when you seek Them to help strengthen and empower your already Universe-altering magick. You are a healer among the wounded. You are a seeker among the lost. You are awake among the sleeping. You are a force to be reckoned with.
“In a joint statement, the U.S. Women’s National Team Players Association and U.S. Soccer Federation said they have “ratified a new collective bargaining agreement which will continue to build the women’s program in the U.S., grow the game of soccer worldwide and improve the professional lives of players on and off the field. We are proud of the hard work and commitment to thoughtful dialogue reflected through this process, and look forward to strengthening our partnership moving forward.”
In recent years, the players have raised issues about compensation and working conditions compared to their male counterparts, casting a shadow over the efforts of the most successful women’s team in soccer history and pitting the federation against wildly popular athletes, such as Carli Lloyd and Alex Morgan.
In March 2016, the players filed a federal complaint with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, charging the USSF with wage discrimination. The case remains active.
Financial specifics were not immediately available, but people with knowledge of the pact said it includes:
Increase in direct compensation
Increase in bonus compensation
Enhanced benefits related to travel and hotels
Per diem equal to the U.S. men’s team
Greater financial support for players who are pregnant
Financial support for players adopting a child
Also, in a key gain, the players’ association will now control group likeness rights for licensing and nonexclusive rights in sponsorship categories where USSF does not have an agreement.”
✨So here’s my grimoire again. I’ve been working more on it. I was nervous to fuck it up since the notebook is very special (it was a gift). I understood then that grimoires have to be practical and useful so I focused on making it that way. I know a lot of us don’t use lovely notebooks because we don’t know where to start. Just make it useful and then make it beautiful.
Shadow Moon is just so pure and unequivocally good, and I’m just in awe of him. He’s confused and unable to grasp what’s going on around him. He’s in denial. Sure, he’s seen all these ridiculous and illogical things but he’s still unwilling to believe what he’s seeing. He still wants to hold on to his long-held philosophy, and can we blame him? I know some people think it’s odd that he’s still unable to believe what he’s seeing, but it’s realistic. No one really wants to believe in something that challenges everything they already believe in, even if they’re seeing it with their own two eyes. Once you start believing in the impossible, you can’t go back and your entire life changes. That’s when it becomes real.
You’re more comfortable gravitating towards what you know, even if evidence says otherwise. The unknown is terrifying; no one wants to venture into the unknown because there’s a lack of predictability that comes with it.
When something’s familiar and predictable, it’s safe. When it’s not, it’s not. You know what to expect from the familiar, but you don’t know what to expect from the unknown and that makes some people hesitant to move forward. I’m just happy that we’re finally able to get this take on this strange new world from the perspective of a Black man. In Abbie Mills, we were able to get the perspective of a strange new world where weird things happened through the eyes of a Black woman. As short-lived as that win was, it was still a win. I wish we could have seen a world where Shadow Moon & Abbie Mills existed at the same time, because the possibilities would have been endless. It would have been amazing inspiration for some thought-provoking, abstract meta.The comparisons would have sparked quite a few things that we probably wouldn’t have thought about before. Abbie, just like Shadow, saw something impossible happen too but she refused to believe what she saw. Even though there was evidence of what happened to her, she blocked it out and refused to believe it. Abbie & Shadow are so much alike, and it’s a shame they couldn’t exist at the same time.
With all that being said, I think it’s important to acknowledge and celebrate how groundbreaking Shadow Moon is and how different he is from the other Black male characters we’ve been exposed to in the last few years. He’s so different, and I don’t think we give the writers & Ricky enough credit for bringing Shadow Moon to life and creating a character you genuinely want to see win.
FINALLY. I’ve been waiting for this beauty for months. When I first was introduced to my spirit guide and he gave me his name, Lunezra, I got curious and looked it up.. Lune is French for ‘moon’ and Ezra is Hebrew for 'helper.’ Freakin’ MOON HELPER. Then I asked him what would be the best way to communicate with him and I kept hearing 'pendulum,’ so I knew then that’s what I had to get…but what kind?? Then it hit me: MOONSTONE. So here she is, my gorgeous moonstone pendulum directly from India. I am in love and I can’t wait to get to know Lunezra more!
“Feyre!” Elain exclaimed. “Come quick! The fae ambassadors have arrived!”
Feyre looked up from her book and rose a brow, “So?”
“So,” Nesta said cooly. “We are to meet them. Mother insisted.”
Feyre sighed and stood from her chair, smoothing down her skirts. “Very well, lead the way.”
The sisters skirts rustled together as they hurried down the stairs. Feyre stopped short, Elain almost running into the back of her.
In front of her were three men- males. Two with membranous wings she would just love to paint, but between them was such a beautiful male. He had midnight hair and stars for eyes. Every thought stripped from her head.
The male’s sensuous smile faltered, his starry eyes widening just a little. A crack in his mask, she supposed. Rhysand. This must be the High Lord of the Night Court, if she remembered her lessons correctly. The other two males must be members of his inner circle: Cassian and Azriel. The High Lord of the Night Court is said to be a Nightmare made flesh. She believed it.
Her mother’s lips tugged into a disapproving frown. She cleared her throat. “My daughters: Nesta, Elain and, my youngest, Feyre Archeron.” She and her sisters curtsied at their names.
The long haired male had his eyes on her eldest sister. Nesta rose her chin, her icy eyes unimpressed by the savage grin given by the male. The shadowed male had a small polite smile on his lips and the High Lord…he was looking at her.
I saw this picture and this scene popped in my head. Hope you like it :)