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Types of Ghostly Encounters

Hello lovely Witches!

I thought it would be interesting to post my thoughts on different types of spiritual encounters and hear what other Witches have experienced. 

I want to focus specifically on the spiritual. Elementals, Fae, and other creatures deserve their own posts. 

1. Echos

Echos are emotional leftovers. They’re an emotional energy stamp left on a place, item, or even person. They can manifest as an image, a smell, a sound, or even a moving scene. A particularly traumatic or emotional event can linger in its entirety. I once lived in a house where I would hear the same domestic fight play out in the kitchen over and over. 

Echos are not sentient. Echos can be left by people who are still living. They are not spirits in the traditional sense that we think of them but they make up the majority of paranormal experiences we encounter. 

2. Departed

Departed are the spirits in the traditional sense. They are the consciousnesses of people who have died. They are sentient and can interact with the living. 

Keep in mind they are people and retain their personalities. The spirit of the old man in your house may be perfectly lovely and kind, and the spirit that inhabits your local swimming pool may be a total bitch. Interact with these spirits the same way you would with the living.

(On a related note: the only danger a Ouija Board presents to you is potentially connecting you with a dick. There are spirits who will lie to you and try to scare you. You always have the power to end the conversation and send them away.)

3. Essence 

An Essence was never human. 

There is some debate within my circle as to whether or not an Essence is a creature akin to a demon or if they are literally the essence of good or evil, a conglomoration of human emotion given sentience. Whether or not they come from nature or human belief.

What I do know is when dealing with an Essence you must be cautious. They are powerful, can manipulate objects in the physical world, and are the main culprits for the worst types of hauntings.  

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No matter the type of encounter you are entitled to protection of self. Do not give attention to loud negative spirits and remember that you can tell anything to go away. 

My favorite line is “you don’t pay rent so get out!”

(If I ever find a spirit who is willing to leave me rent money in the couch cushions I’ll welcome them in with open arms.)

That’s it for today’s post! Let me know what you think and what type of ghostly encounters you’ve had!

Domestic Drabbles - 4: Two Couches and A Turtle

Wow, I’ve been on a roll! Presenting part 4 of Domestic Drabbles :D

This one was inspired by real life events with my husband. Because we fight about couches. 

And shoutout to my amazing beta and support and BESTIE, @baz-n-simon :D


Simon

It wasn’t my idea to buy two sofas. There was absolutely no point when the one we have is perfectly comfortable and spacious. But Penny insisted.

Simon,” she had said, rolling her eyes at me when I questioned her at the furniture shop. “As much as I love sitting right next to you and Baz while you two snog your faces off, I really think that buying another couch would be a good idea.”

But, Penny—

No ‘buts’, Simon. We’re buying another couch.”

I didn’t argue with her further at the time, but now I wish I had.

Baz glares at me from across the room as I adjust my legs on the sofa. He’s curled up on the new couch, on the other side of the living room, in a pile of blankets that I threw on him earlier, and only his head and his book are peeking out from it. He looks like a turtle; a very irritable one.

“Honestly, Snow,” he says, snapping his book closed. “There’s room for both of us to sit over here.”

“Baz, it’s a loveseat.

“Obviously, Snow.”

“With my wings and your ten blankets, there’s no way we can comfortably sit over there. Plus” —I gesture at the space next to me— “there’s more room over here.”

Baz rolls his eyes. “That couch sits directly in front of the sun. And you know I—”

“—get sunburns. Yeah, yeah.” I wave my hand at him nonchalantly, and he scoffs and glares at me again.

“I need these blankets because I’m cold.”

“You wouldn’t be cold if you sat over here.”

Baz narrows his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say. “Sunburns.”

He rolls his eyes again, and shifts further into his blanket pile. “I’m not moving.” His stare is challenging.

I shrug. “Fine.”

Baz cocks his eyebrow, then shakes his head and opens his book.

This is why I dislike the whole ‘two sofas’ thing. It’s a never-ending argument over who will move when we want to sit together. Baz seems to live in his blankets, and my wings are too bulky, which makes our original couch perfect. It’s comfortable and can easily fit five people. Penny’s loveseat is just too small. But Penny placed it in the darkest corner of the living room, and Baz immediately started sitting there. I scoffed at this. Typical vampire.

When the room becomes too quiet, I stare over at Baz. He seems somewhat flustered and still irritated, and he keeps grumpily pushing his hair out of his face. I grin and stand up. He glances at me and catches my eye, watching me as I walk over and stop in front of him.

“You look like a turtle.” I say, pushing a few strands of his hair behind his ear and grinning even more.

“I hope you didn’t come over here just to insult me,” he says, but he just seems flustered instead of angry. I then move over some of the blankets and sit awkwardly by his feet. I move my wings around, folding them a few different ways, but nothing seems to work.

“Here, Snow,” Baz says, sitting his book on the side table. He pulls off his blankets, props up his knee, and lets his other leg hang off the side. “Come here.”

I grin at him again. I do that a lot; grin at Baz. I move over and sit by his knee, laying down sideways against his chest and propping my feet on the edge of the loveseat. He pulls one blanket over me and one around his shoulders, then pushes my wings to lay up against the back of the couch.

“Comfortable now?” He asks, looking down.

“Yeah,” I say, wrapping my fingers around his arm. He puts his hand in my hair and pulls through it gently.

“Good,” he says. “But I’m not. So when the sun goes down, we’ll sit on the other couch.”

I look up and smile at him. “Yeah?”

His eyes are shining, as bright as grey can, and he kisses me.

Suddenly a door shuts, and Penny walks into the room. She’s staring at us intently, her eyes fierce and her mouth in a frown. She walks towards the front door and grabs her purse from the coat rack.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“To get another fucking sofa.”


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Barriscowest playing truth or dare
Iris: Truth or dare, Cisco
Cisco: Dare
Iris: Order me a pizza
Cisco: … Truth or dare, Barry?
Barry: Dare???
Cisco: Pay for the pizza
Barry:… Truth or dare, Iris?
Iris: Truth. Nice try though, honey.
Barry: *grumbles to himself as he brings out his wallet* 

based off this post.

“Just leave Y/N!” Harry shouted rubbing his head

“No Harry.” You replied calm. “I won’t.”

“What you want my money?! That’s why you’ve stayed by my side for so long right? Well here.” He pulled out a wad of cash and threw it at you. You didn’t even attempt to catch it, but just inhaled a sharp breath and released it slowly.

“And here I thought my friendship to you was priceless.” You said sarcastically. Harry just scoffed and walked around the room clearly irritated you hadn’t left yet.

“Look you’re not going to scare me off that easily, ok? I’m going to keep staying by your side illness or not Harry. Whether you choose to believe it we’re all each other’s got. So you can keep throwing your useless money at me or accept my help as it is. I’ll stay here, right here, until you answer me.” You crossed your arms and looked everywhere, but at your best friend. You could hear him laugh quietly which made you smile. Ever since Harry got sick he was different; always wanting to be alone. You knew what it was like to be in a dark place and like hell you’d let it swallow him up that easily. He finally faced you, but he was frowning.

“I’m an idiot, sorry. I just- I can’t– control it like before.” He walked fast towards you and picked up the money throwing it on the couch. You stood there with a raised eyebrow so when he looked back at you he froze wide-eyed. You both just let out a laugh and sat down.

“You’re always an idiot, there’s no need to be sorry kid.” You finally spoke up after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“You know I’ll never understand why you call me kid, I was born a day before you?” He laughed keeping his eyes on his fiddling thumbs.

“Well actually”, you placed your hands on his getting his attention, “I was born just an hour after you, but you know how the whole midnight, tomorrow thing works. Plus, I know it gets on your nerves so like any best friend, I keep doing it.” He just shook his head laughing, but then got quiet again. “What’s wrong? And don’t lie to me Mr. Harry Osborn.”

“Honestly, truly; why do you stick around when you know the inevitable is going to happen Y/N. Why would you want to be around a time bomb like me?”

“Honestly, truly; because I love you. You’re my best friend Harry. I can’t and won’t imagine you not being in my life. So we’ll both kick this illness in the ass or both go down swinging. Either way as your best friend, the girl you grew with and now as the woman who would die for you; it’s my duty to make sure you receive all the happiness in the world Harry.” You couldn’t help but get teary eyed and when you looked up neither could he.

“You’re all my happiness Y/N. You’re all I’ll ever need to be the luckiest guy on earth.” He grabbed your hand tight and all the both of you could do was prepare for one bumpy ride on the thing called Life.

Tell Me A Lie | Jungkook

Summary: If there was one thing Jungkook never did, it was lie. 
Word Count: 2.6k

Originally posted by jeonwilds

“So I’ll pick you up around six then we’ll go to the library to study,” Jungkook confirmed, tilting his head at you with his little bunny smile making it impossible to resist.

“Fine,” you groaned, giving him a grimace as he hooted loudly into the almost empty hallway, “Only if you buy the food this time.”

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The Aftermath of Jeffrey Dahmer’s Crimes

It’s been almost 26 years since Jeffrey Dahmer’s arrest, yet it seems nothing can wash away the memories of his crimes.

Dubbed, “The Milwaukee Cannibal,” he preyed upon young men in gay bars and clubs, luring them back to his apartment with the promise of sex, money and booze. He killed 17 young men; he was convicted of 15 of those murders.
But, what happened after all was said and done and Dahmer was behind bars? What happened after his murder in prison in 1994?

The now-infamous Oxford Apartment building was destroyed in 1992. When Dahmer’s crimes were fresh in the news, the building became a macabre tourist attraction. His neighbor, Pamela Bass, said that people offered her money to sit on a couch that Dahmer had given her. Of course, residents became fed-up with all of the attention and some moved. Once plans were made to destroy the building, others were forced to move.

The Oxford Apartments then and now.

There were plans for a memorial garden to be built for Dahmer’s victims on the site of where the Oxford Apartments stood but the plan fell through. To this day, all that remains of the building that once housed Dahmer’s house of horrors is an empty lot.

There are mixed accounts of Jeffrey Dahmer’s brief life in prison. While in prison, Dahmer officially converted to Christianity and was baptized. Some say he adjusted well, and that he had a macabre sense of humor. There is a photo circulated online of an order form filled out by Dahmer for the prison commissary, requesting two cyanide tablets. Prison officials filed a report on this and also for him mocking a prison guard with a speech impediment. He also reportedly hung a sign up for a “Cannibals Anonymous” support group meeting.

In July of 1994, Dahmer was attacked by another inmate in the prison chapel.
Jeffrey Dahmer’s father, Lionel, published a book, entitled “A Father’s Story” in 1994. His now-infamous son, Jeffrey, agreed to do a lengthy, in-depth interview with his father. During the interview, Jeffrey admitted he did not agree with everything his father had written in the book, in particular Lionel’s impression of Jeffrey as being a shy child.

Christopher Scarver

Shortly after the interview with his father, Jeffrey Dahmer and another inmate, Jesse Anderson were murdered by fellow lifer and convicted killer, Christopher Scarver on November 28, 1994. Both Dahmer and Anderson were bludgeoned to death by Scarver while the three were performing their assigned cleaning duties that morning.

Scarver claims that he killed Dahmer because of how the serial killer allegedly taunted other inmates by taking food and shaping it to look like human organs and dousing it with ketchup. He claimed that Dahmer was an insubordinate and difficult inmate.

Jeffrey Dahmer’s mother, Joyce Flint, expressed her grief with an angry statement: “Now is everybody happy? Now that he’s bludgeoned to death is that good enough for everyone?” Dahmer’s victims reportedly had mixed emotions about the death of their loved ones’ killer.

Dahmer family photo, from l., Jeffrey, parents Lionel and Joyce and younger brother David.

Lionel Dahmer and second wife Shari during the trial.

Joyce Flint during a 1994 interview.


The family members of Dahmer’s victims sued for damages and were awarded Dahmer’s estate. The items left over from Dahmer’s life were to be auctioned off. Thomas Jacobson, one of the lawyers representing the families, hoped to raise $1 million. Upon hearing about this, the citizens of Milwaukee sprang into action and formed Milwaukee Civic Pride. The civic organization hoped to raise money to purchase all of Jeffrey Dahmer’s possessions and have them incinerated. The group got their wish after making a $407,225 pledge for the items. Five out of eight of the victims’ families agreed to have the items destroyed. The charred remains of Dahmer’s worldly possessions were buried in a landfill in Illinois, the exact location of which remains undisclosed.

As for the Dahmer family, Jeffrey Dahmer’s mother, Joyce Flint, died of breast cancer in 2000. His younger brother, David, has since changed his last name.
Retired from his career in chemistry, Lionel Dahmer has become a strong public supporter of creationism. He is still married to his second wife, Shari, and the two reside in Ohio. Shari Dahmer is active in their community as a member of the Medina County Ohio Horseman’s Council. Both supported Jeffrey Dahmer throughout his trial and brief imprisonment.

Over the past 26 years since Jeffrey Dahmer’s arrest, the blood-spattered memory remains of the soft-spoken, bespectacled blonde man who lived in a make-shift macabre museum of his crimes. Various merchandise bearing Dahmer’s image is available for purchase online from t-shirts to pins to action figures.

There have been many books written and movies about him and are still being produced. In recent years, books and films about him include the 2012 documentary, “The Jeffrey Dahmer Files,” “Across the Hall,” written by Dahmer’s former neighbor Vernell Bass in 2013, “Dahmer Detective,” a book published in 2016 by retired Detective Pat Kennedy and an upcoming film in 2017, “My Friend Dahmer,” based on the graphic novel of the same name written by Dahmer’s former classmate Derf Backderf, which was published in 2012.
Info from documentaries and various articles around the web…

Come On Home: 1/5

After the war, Locus ends up spending his days on Hawaii, where he meets Kai and Grif. Nothing will ever be the same.

I had a lot of Grif feelings after this season, and his dynamic with Locus was INCREDIBLE. So I threw around an AU where Locus got redeemed pre-Chorus through the power of Kai and Grif being a family. I got a shocking amount of support for it, but put it in a drawer because I had too much going on. Fastforward to now, add in a very encouraging @sroloc–elbisivni, and well. Here we are.

Special thanks to @a-taller-tale for being my beta here, and @illumynare, who let me borrow her origin for Locus’s scar.

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Locus doesn’t like this city. It’s loud, cramped, and swamped with tourists. Most are civilian tourists, but others are like Locus. He sees uniforms out of the corner of his eye, recognizes the postures and scars on others. Some are on leave. Those ones tend to gather in groups.

And a few are like him. No home to go to after their tours ended, so when asked to be dropped off, they picked somewhere unlike the war. Somewhere bright and sunny and beautiful.

Hawaii had been Felix’s idea, when they had gone their separate ways. For a moment, Locus had thought that Felix was going to suggest they return to their old ways, to the bounty circuit. But Siris wasn’t interested, and without Siris, there was no reason for them to stay together. Siris had gone home, to Megan and his children. Felix had things to take care of. Locus had nothing.

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Promise Me No Promises

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Aaron didn’t know how long they sat on the floor, but it felt like hours.

Putting his arm around Robert, he gave him a little squeeze and said, “I think we wasted money on that couch,” indicating the furniture they rested on, “it’s our second night in the flat and we’ve spent more time on the floor than on the sofa.”

Robert let a little huff of agreement.

They were all talked out and they weren’t okay, not yet. But they’d get there. Baby or no baby. They’d been through worse when it came down to it.

Robert loved him, of that he had no doubt, and Aaron loved Robert right back.

The reasons Aaron had decided to forgive Robert had not changed, just their circumstances.

Aaron just hoped he was strong enough to make it through, because he wanted to, more than anything.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said, getting to his feet, keeping his fingers tangled with Robert’s, using them to pull his husband to his feet.

Robert wouldn’t meet his eye.

“Look at me Robert,” Aaron said, words soft but firm. “I love you. Always.”

Robert’s grip on Aaron’s hand tightened. “I’m so sorry Aaron. I promise…”

“No, Robert. Promise me no promises, okay? Just you and me,” Aaron said returning the squeeze.

Robert watched Aaron for a moment, like he was looking for something. He then nodded in agreement, stepping into Aaron’s arms and burying his face against Aaron’s neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of Aaron’s throat. “Even more today than yesterday. I can’t lose you, lose us.”

Aaron tilted Robert’s head so he could kiss his husband. The simple soft kiss quickly turning into something else. It was always like this with them. Passion catching like a struck match and spreading like wildfire.

Breaking the kiss, Aaron rested his forehead against Robert’s.

“This is crazy. I’m crazy, but I love you even more now, too. You cut me to the bone, Robert, but my love is stronger for it. Maybe, that’s what makes us different?” Aaron felt his words pull at the fresh wounds in his chest, but where there was blinding pain, now was only sadness.

“I’m sorry that you had to love this version of me,” Robert said.

“I love all the versions Robert,” Aaron confessed.

Robert’s breath hitched, and with the smallest of smiles, he said “That’s what makes you the exception, Aaron. No one will ever love me the way you do.”

Out-d*cking a stingy roommate. Suffer!

(warning: long story)

The Backstory

I attend a university in Boulder, CO. If you don’t know, living expenses are quite… ludicrous here. Therefore I got an apartment with my 3 best friends since elementary school. We grew up pretty well off in a very upper middle class suburban area of Denver… this is relevant.

As part of furnishing our apartment, every family pitched in $100 to buy this awesome 12 person sectional suede couch. It was used, and in great shape. Everything else came from individual families, but everyone pitched in equally for what we needed. This couch will be the subject of the story.

The three roommates, with changed names, we’ll call them John, Taylor, and Nigel. Taylor, Nigel, and I all study profusely for our technical degrees, as where John has switched from his technical degree to biology to pursue medical school (good for him). However, it was this change that precipitated a whole shitstorm that I will now explain.

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Nina: “Man.. what I wouldn’t give to have a puppy? Probably all my savings, and my parent’s savings.”
Hazel: “Same, girl. This apartment doesn’t allow animals though, so fat chance for me.. Not until I move out and get a place for myself.”
Nina: “And then first you’ll have to live off noodles for months before you have enough money to afford a couch.” *laughs*
Hazel: “I can’t believe we’ll be graduating already next year. How? Where did the time go?”
Nina: “I don’t even know..”

One Day

Warning: Abuse, Foul Language, Talk about Depression and Suicide, Fluff, Smut

(Authors Note): Written by both admins. Our first FF ever posted. I had a random idea and this is what it became. Feedback is greatly appreciated! -Admin Ren

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It was yet another day. You had woken up 5 minutes before your alarm was set to go off. You used this time to mentally prepare yourself for the day. After what felt more like 10 minuets your alarm went off, ripping you from your thoughts. Sighing, you get out of your bed and walk to the bathroom. You carry on with your usual routine. After going to the bathroom to freshen up you head over to your closet. Picking out a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans and a shirt, you go back to the bathroom to change. When you had finished changing, you head to the kitchen. You grab an apple and make sure you have everything. Before you leave, you put on your converse and head out the door.

You walk to your school because it’s fairly close. After about 15 minutes, you find yourself sitting in your desk. You sit at the back of the class and take notes as the teacher drones on about god knows what. Eventually, the bell rings, signaling that it was lunch. You head to the cafeteria and buy yourself some lunch. After getting some food, you find a seat and eat quietly. When you were almost done, a familiar male appeared out of nowhere. “Hey Y/N! Can I sit with you?” You look up and smile when you see Jackson, your best friend. You nod your head you give him a quick once-over and smile. ‘He’s still the same’ you thought. He was wearing a plain black shirt that showed his sculpted muscles and his usual pair of jeans. The gold chain he always wore was laid above his shirt. His hair - which was a different color- peeked out trough his black snap-back. Last time you saw him he had brown hair that was almost a red color. Now his hair is a pretty blond color. It almost looks white. “Hey, what’s up?” You ask after swallowing a bit of food. “I’m holding a party tonight, wanna come?” You slightly frown. “Sorry, Jackson, I have to work. But I have a day off on Saturday so maybe I can hang out with you then?” You can see a look of disappointment flash across his face before he breaks out into a smile that could match the sun. “Yeah sure that sounds good” Just after he finishes speaking the bell rings. “Well I gotta go, I’ll see you around” You say as you get up and start walking to class.
You go straight to work after school is over. As you walk into the Café, you’re greeted by the staff. They all say hello as you head to the back room. After you store your bag and put on your apron. You work as a waiter and take orders. After about 3 hours of working, your boss thanks you and says you can go.  Grabbing your bag, you say bye to everyone as you exit the café. You check the time. It was 6pm. After walking for a while, you decided that going to the library for an hour or so would be a good idea. When you get there, you find a quiet spot and start doing your homework. However, you had been so into what you were doing, that you didn’t realize 3 hours had gone by. It was 9 pm when you check your phone and you had to get home before you got yelled at. Grabbing your bag, you quickly made your way out of the library, practically running down the stairs and all the way home.

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