The gods of Winterfell kept a different sort of wood. It was a dark, primal place, three acres of old forest untouched for ten thousand years as the gloomy castle rose around it. It smelled of moist earth and decay. No redwoods grew here. This was a wood of stubborn sentinel trees armored in grey-green needles, of mighty oaks, of ironwoods as old as the realm itself. Here thick black trunks crowded close together while twisted branches wove a dense canopy overhead and misshappen roots wrestled beneath the soil. This was a place of deep silence and brooding shadows, and the gods who lived here had no names.
Hi, so this is my first fic on here. I want to give a BIG thanks to my best friend @pumpernickelbae. She read this as I wrote it and she encouraged me to finish it, so thanks! Hope you enjoy, please like and reblog it if you liked it.
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
Warnings: Cursing, some asshole kids
You’d always hated working at the diner. Sure, you had a great boss and you made money, but come on. The diner itself was filthy; it always smelled of grease, artificial strawberries, cologne and perfume. The amount of people who walked in there with way too much cologne or perfume was ridiculous. But also, the diner kept you from going to school full time. You had nowhere near enough money to go to college, so you had to spend as much time as possible working at the diner, which made for a barely there social life. For now, night classes were the only thing you could afford, and even that was a struggle to continue to pay for. It was hard to keep up school, a full-time job and a boyfriend.
budapest - george ezra // little black submarines - the black keys // i had me a girl - the civil wars // arabella - arctic monkeys // dog days - eagles in drag // chelsea dagger - the fratellis // brother - mighty oaks // mykonos - fleet foxes // flowers in your hair - the lumineers // talking dreams - echosmith // gold on the ceiling - the black keys // girls - the 1975 // take a walk - passion pit // birthday in los angeles (flying blanket session) - the maine // get the girl back - hanson // taste it - jake bugg // twin size mattress - the front bottoms // love it when you call - the feeling // bones - ms mr // slow it down - the lumineers // roll with it - oasis // another day - paul mccartney // hell of a woman - nick santino & the northern wind // sing - travis
The witch’s garden is more than just a source of ingredients. It is a collection of living plants that have a mutually beneficial relationship with the witch that cares for them. As with spirits in occult practice, they have their own loyalties and strengths. By the time one’s practiced for a year or two, they’ve most likely become aware of the spirits that inhabit the world around them. While going out into the wilder land, it is important to remember that your own plants have their own spirits, just like a mighty oak tree or the moss that grows along the riverbank. Unlike these wild plants, the witch’s plants know their keeper and assist as they can, even if the witch is not aware of it. When the witch is aware of their own plant spirits, though, the combination of magic and the plant’s passive effects can create powerful wards and barriers.
How does one become aware of their own plant spirits, then? How does one communicate and work with them, beyond harvesting bits for future spellwork?
Plants are different than we are and different than the more human spirits. You’re already actively keeping them alive and helping them thrive. Beyond that, it can be as simple as singing to them and/or meditating with them. Open yourself to the plant spirits and just listen. Write them poetry or tell them about your work. Relax, they already know you.
While I only have experience with seedlings (I’ve got a bit of a black thumb, so attempting to grow plants from seeds is something I won’t be attempting for a while), even seedlings bought from a nursery or store can become strong allies. Again, you’re the one keeping them alive and giving them a permanent home. We don’t tend to guard ourselves against things like plants, so it doesn’t take long for them to get to know their keeper.
To work with them is also fairly simple. Open yourself to the plant with properties that match what you’re attempting to achieve and be honest about your intention. Touch the plant itself and allow yourself to feel the spirit within it, entering a sort of meditative/trance state. If you’re attempting to create a protective area around your home, then push some of your own energy into the plant so that its properties can expand and strengthen. You can offer it blessed water to help maintain the new boundary (do not bury gemstones around it unless you’ve extensively researched to make sure that the stone will not change the soil).
The plants are living, so the protection they offer is able to adapt as needed, unlike something like a general ward. It’s also not a barrier, but a solid area of effect. To explain better, it’s not a bubble that they sustain, but a solid sphere. The particular effects of what happens in that sphere can vary.
When choosing plants to help with household protection or other areas of effect, spend some time figuring out 1) what plants you are capable of growing and helping thrive and 2) what plants have the properties you want. Household protection favorites of mine that have been easy to grow are fennel and rosemary, with basil providing a purification effect.
The witch’s garden is more than just a quick source of ingredients. It’s a place of passive effects and living spells that are already loyal to you. Keep this in mind when tending to your own.
1) here comes the sun : the beatles 2) sun : two door cinema club 3) homesick : catfish and the bottlemen 4) she moves in her own way : the kooks 5) booty swing; parov stelar 6) only love : ben howard 7) lost in paris : josh savage 8) du : lukas herbertson 9) shine: benjamin francis leftwich kygo remix 10) upside down : jack johnson 11) if I had eyes : jack johnson 12) banana pancakes : jack johnson 13) love me : the 1975 14) sexual healing : kygo 15) brother: mighty oaks 16) shake it off : walk off the earth ( taylor swift cover)
Jedi have bonsai tree souls with shallow roots and artfully stunted limbs. They could have been mighty oaks, but were instead shaped as seedlings to be contained to their tiny posts. They are beautiful, but will never know what it is to truly be a tree.
Anakin never fit in because Anakin never fit. He was already too big with roots too deep and no amount of trimming could squeeze him into a pot. All it did was destroy him.
One of the famous things associated with Arya is the acorn dress. Now acorns always remind me of a quote by Napolean Hill “ The strongest oak in the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It’s the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun ” And isn’t this exactly what Arya’s been doing? Standing tall without any protection against all the shit life throws her way? An acorn is a seed of the mighty oak tree therefore it signifies potential and strength. Arya’s potential and strength. I find it fascinating how the acorn dress also symbolizes her feminity. Coencidentally in Celtic and Nordic cultures acorns symbolize fertility, life and immortality. As an heraldric symbol it represents independence of it’s bearer. I prefer to think of it as a symbol of Arya’s broad mindedness, an independence from the so-called rights and wrongs as deemed by the society.