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Some Urban Witchcraft Things I Do
  • Using small shielding wards while moving in crowded spaces to stop people from entering my personal space, using it to get a space on the train while others try very hard to not be too close.
  • Being a regular customer at a coffee shop, where the barista knows your order, using that regularity and infusing it in the drink to ensure a smooth work day.
  • Tapping into the electrical energy of street lights, traffic lights, the tangles of power lines or the wire work embedded in the concrete. Tapping into it to feel the pulse of the entire city and how its as never-ending and expansive as nature and the cosmos
  • Borrowing energies from businesses, abandoned spaces and construction equipment for on-the-fly spells. (Once I used a buzz saw being used for a building renovation for a shield spell)
  • Pausing at florist displays to communicate with the small fresh spirits living in the cultivated potted gift plants, their energies foreign in the space.
  • Meditating on public transit, buses and trains, tapping into the circuits they run, the power that sustains them, and the thousands of people constantly on and off them.
  • Meeting eyes with the birds who brave the city streets, connecting a kin-ess of survival under such unnatural conditions. 
  • Marking sigils in the crook of my elbow in sharpie after designing them on the receipts that are tangled in my pockets.
  • Recognizing the glamor in mundane objects in stores, items being charged by desire and brand recognition by those who handle them, recognizing the residual affect it has on you after touching it.
  • Instinctively finding green spaces and specific plants you enjoy (for me its lavender, I can smell it from a block away) and having a mental map of where to pilfer powerful plants from city gardens. 
  • Feeling the spirit of the city, all the energies of thousands of people and history and industry only -just- covering the nature that existed there for millennia before it, feeling all this as you walk through the quiet dark streets in the early morning hours. 
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 but secretly everyone’s captivated by Yuta’s sexy body moves ♥ 🔞🔞

I think what is imporant for everyone to notice about Bellamy calling Clarke princess is that he was one of the only that DIDN’T call her Wanheda.

This is no coincidence. 

Throughout the episode, we saw everyone call her wanheda, from the grounders merely standing at Polis to Kane (!). Everyone reminding her of her mistakes, of her “value”.

But not Bellamy. After a whole day of being called Wanheda, Clarke hears Bellamy calling her princess. because that’s how he sees her. And no, not the “priviledged princess” he first thought of on season 1, but the Clarke that was a true leader (his co-leader), that girl that was a healer, that was innocent and fierce, passionate and strong, the girl who forgave him, the girl that made him question his own leading abilities, that would move crowds with her speeches, the princess from “i’m looking at you”, the princess from “our princess has that effect”, his princess.

While everyone else sees Clarke by the thing that she has done, the deaths in her hands and the weights on her shoulders, Bellamy still sees her as she always was for him, he still sees her as the person she is without all of that past she has to carry with her. While for everyone she’s this scary entity, for him, nothing has changed. 

keep sickies away!

it’s getting chilly outside (some of you even have snow like us) so here are some ways to prevent littles from getting sick !!

• double up blankies at night 🌟
• zip up coats & put on hats & gloves
• everybody wash, wash, wash your hands 💦
• sleep to strengthen immune systems
• eat colorful fruits & veggies ☁️
• wipe down play areas
• keep on the move, but avoid crowded places ✈️
& for the littles who already caught that pesky winter sickness !!
• put vapor rub on chest before bed 💫
• lay down with a heating pad (on low) if chills occur
• drink/eat lots of soup or broths 🌿
• have lots of popsicles for sore throats & fever 🍼
• turn on a humidifier at bedtime
• disinfect toys, bottles, pacies, & give stuffies a bath 🐭

i know being sick means lots of mommy or daddy time, but it’s no fun to feel ill so remember to stay warm, clean, & hydrated this winter !!

Don’t subject yourself to being in the wrong company, crowd or relationship. Protect your energy; mind, body and spirit. People’s vibes are contagious.
—  Lalah Delia
Goddess Glamour

Picture yourself as a goddess on earth, leaving a trail of gold in your wake. Your eyes are rubies and your skin is diamonds, you cast a spell over all who see you. When moving through a crowd, whisper in your mind something like “You will remember me, my beauty will haunt you in the best sort of way. I am a siren. I am calling.“

First Kick (Joker x Reader)

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@dibs-on-mikey requested: “Can I have a request with the joker please where you are pregnant and he takes you to the club (VIP lounge of course) because he wants to be with you at all times and when he’s with a client the baby starts to kick a lot and it gets really fluffy please ❤️❤️”

A/N: I’m sorry for this being so short D:

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39. I am no longer allowed to walk around the corridors in a fairy costume, just to walk around in a fairy costume.

A/N: Warning for homophobia, using a homophobic slur, fighting, and an allergic reaction to peanuts. Which may seem like a strange combination. But it will all make sense in the end. Maybe.

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know if I really want to be seen with you like this.”

“C’mon James, it’s not that big of a deal,” Sirius answered back, turning his body to move through the crowd so his large glittering fairy wings didn’t hit anyone.

James rolled his eyes, but didn’t answer, pointedly avoiding looking down at Sirius’ tight pale pink leotard with purple and silver glittering swirls.

It was one of their few Hogsmeade trips and Sirius was taking advantage of being away from the school by wearing his fairy costume.

He’d gotten the costume several weeks before, when he overheard a couple of kids picking on a smaller boy for being a ‘fairy’. They were beating on the kid, so Sirius stepped in and told them to scram. He pressured the boy to tell him what was going on, and the kid, whose name was Kenny, admitted that the other boys found out that he didn’t like girls.

“So?” Sirius had asked, not seeing the problem.

“So, I like boys. It’s not normal. I’m not normal. And these guys hate everything that isn’t normal,” Kenny had answered back despondently.

It made Sirius want to do something to try and help – and that’s when he got the idea.

He ordered the fairy costume and had it delivered, wearing it around the school’s hallways whenever he could.

He’d been told by Professor McGonagall he wasn’t allowed to wear the costume to class, but there was no explicit rule saying he couldn’t wear it in other places. 

So, here he was, proudly wearing his costume on their trip to Hogsmeade. He and his friends had just gotten some candy from Honeydukes and were walking to the Three Broomsticks to get some butterbeer.

He hadn’t told his friends about the experience with the bullies, mostly because Kenny begged him not to. He didn’t want the whole school finding out his sexual preference, and making his life worse than it already was.

Because it wasn’t anyone else’s business, Sirius agrees to stay quiet, (although he was adamant that there was nothing wrong with the boy) and instead decided to take on the silent role of justice, knowing his friends wouldn’t abandon him no matter how strangely he was dressed.

Sure enough, when he put on the costume that morning, his friends looked at him strangely, but they stayed by his side anyway.

As they navigated the busy crowd, Sirius spotted Kenny sitting over in the corner and waved happily, pulling along his friends to go meet with them.

“Hey guys, this is my friend, Kenny!” he said to his friends, pointing out the kid who was sitting with a dark-haired girl and was staring wide-eyed back at Sirius in his costume.

“Hey Kenny,” James said with a nod, clearly accepting that being Sirius’ friend meant you were automatically his friend too.

Kenny waved awkwardly at the four, obviously having no clue what he should do.

“How’s it going?” Sirius asked casually, leaning against the booth.

James whispered something to Remus nodded back and traded places with James as he went to grab the group butterbeer. Peter stepped closer as well, munching happily on his peanut brittle he’d purchased.

“Good, I guess?” Kenny answered nervously, his eyes raking Sirius’ body, lingering in some areas a little longer than others, “What are you doing?”

“Just hanging out at Hogsmeade. Same as you.” Sirius replied with a smile and a wink.

Kenny blushed profusely, opening and closing his mouth several times when a holler came from across the room.

“Would you look at that? Two fairies, getting cozy together.”

“Just lookin’ at ‘em makes me sick.”

Kenny’s shoulders immediately slumped as he tucked his chin into his chest, trying to make himself smaller.

Sirius turned around to see two guys sauntering up to his small group. They were both sneering over at Kenny and making their way closer.

The room went silent as everyone watched these boys, waiting to see what would happen.

“And, who are you?” Sirius asked, unimpressed.

One of the boys, a heavy guy with a crooked nose, opened his mouth to answer, but Sirius held up his hand to cut him off, “Nope. Don’t answer. I just remembered. I don’t actually care. Now run along boys, I’m sure you can find another seat in this place.”

“Sirius, what are you doing?” Remus muttered beneath his breath, leaning forward so Sirius could hear him.

“Just trust me on this,” Sirius answered back softly, sighing in relief when Remus nodded once in agreement.

“Hey! You can’t talk to me like that!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sirius spoke sincerely, looking mildly troubled, “I didn’t realize – no matter. I’ll speak in a way you can understand,” he leaned forward and spoke in an exaggeratedly slow voice, using big arm motions with every word, and said loudly, “Seats. Here. Are. Full. Seats. Over. There. Empty. You. Go. There.”

Laughter spread throughout the room.

“Sirius,” Remus said in a warning tone, realizing the boy’s faces were turning an alarming shade of red.

Sirius waved off his concerns and folded his arms, waiting for storm to come.

“How dare you? I’m not gonna let some fairy talk to me like that!” The bigger one spat out, rolling up his sleeves.

“What’s going on?”

Peter looked down to see a little girl staring curiously at the scene. She had on a pink dress and had her bright blond hair in to pigtails.

“Why are those mean men yelling at the fairy?” she asked curiously.

“Uhh,” Peter said, his eyes wide, looking in between the small child and the fight that he was sure was just about to happen, “Where are your parents?”

The little girl shrugged.

Afraid she would be in the way, Peter pointed to an empty seat and said, “Why don’t you sit there.”

When she didn’t go right away, he handed her some of his peanut brittle, “Here. Now go.”

She nodded, satisfied, and jumped up into the seat, happily munching on the corner of the candy.

Peter turned back to the others.

You want to fight me?” Sirius said with a disbelieving laugh, shooting a wink at Remus.

“I want you to stop parading yourself around with your boyfriend. Learn how to act like a real man.”

Sirius squinted his eyes in confusion, “My – who?”

He glanced over at Remus, whose eyes were wide, as they both realized they were talking about him.

Sirius shook his head, “Oh, no, he’s not my boyfriend. I mean, he’s a boy, and he’s my friend, but he’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend. A close friend, yes, but we’re not – we’re not together. In that way.”

He quickly turn over to Remus and Kenny, lifting his hands in front of his body in a defensive position, and continued, “Not that there’s anything wrong with having a boyfriend. Or with you being my boyfriend. You’re very – boyfriend material. Any bloke would be lucky to have you.”

“Yes, thank you, I think we get your point now,” Remus replied pointedly.

“I wish I could just get rid of every one of ya. That’d take care of the problem,” the big guy said to his friend, spitting on the ground in disgust.

The room went quiet at the threat, and Sirius turned back around slowly, his voice dangerously soft as he answered back, “Excuse me? Did you just make a direct threat against me?”

“So what if I did?” the guy said mockingly, cracking his knuckles.

Sirius stretched his neck, his lips pursed, and reached back to take off part of his costume.

“Remus, hold my wings.”

Remus took the wings, holding them close to his chest, and stepped back.

Peter heard a couple of choking noises, and a small gasp for air, and glanced back to check on the little girl whose face was turning purple.

“Remus?” He asked panicky, tugging on Remus’ shirt sleeve.

“Not now, Peter,” Remus dismissed him immediately, refusing to take his eyes off of Sirius who was casually walking closer to the boy threatening him.

“Yes, now!” Peter answered, grabbing Remus’ arm and jerked him back to face the opposite direction.

Remus blinked once as he stared at the little girl, who now clearly couldn’t breathe.

“What happened?” he asked darting forward, ignoring the chanting in the room (FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT.) trying to egg on the fight that was about to happen.

“I don’t know!” Peter said, his voice going shriller with every syllable, “She doesn’t know where her parents are, so I gave her candy and told her to sit.”

“What candy did you give her?” Remus asked, grabbing Peter’s shirt and shaking him.

“It – it was just some peanut brittle!” Peter answered back.

Thinking quickly, Remus pulled out his wand, aimed it at the little girl, and yelled, “Redintegro corporis!

Almost immediately, the girl took a breath of air, choking as she tried to get more down into her lungs. Color was returning to her face, and she was looking a little less blotchy.

“What did you do?” Peter asked in awe.

“She was obviously allergic to peanuts!” Remus growled in return, setting the fairy wings down on the table and patting the girl gently on her back, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, sniffling quietly to herself, “I wanna go home.”

Remus looked around frantically, “Oh no, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

Seeing the wings on the table, he grabbed them and handed them to her, “See? Look at these. You want them?”

She nodded shyly and stood up so Remus could fit them onto her back (muttering a charm to make the straps smaller).

“Do I look pretty?” she asked, twirling on the seat.

“You look beautiful,” Remus answered, kicking Peter’s leg, “Tell her.”

“You’re very pretty,” Peter answered immediately.

She giggled happily, before her mouth formed and o-shape and she waved at a figure over at the door, “It’s my mom!”

Remus looked over and saw a woman looking frantically around the room.

“You better run to her,” he suggested.

“Do you want your wings back?” she asked.

Remus immediately shook his head, “No, between you and me, they look better on you than my friend, anyway.”

The girl gave Remus a quick kiss on the cheek and Peter a big hug, thanking him for the candy, and then ran to her mom who greeted her with a hug.

Remus smiled as he touched his cheek, before remembering what was happening behind him and turned back to Sirius and the bully who were still trading insults with each other.

The bully finally said, “That’s it - you’re done for.”

He cocked his arm back and stepped forward to punch.

Sirius ducked effortlessly and came back up on the other side of the swinging arm. He grabbed it and twisted it back so the arm was facing the wrong direction. The bully yelped at Sirius dropped him to the ground in one swift movement, and lifted his knee to push deep into his gut. He stepped back, looking bored as he stared at the crippled figure below.

Leaning over the boy, Sirius asked mockingly, “Was that man enough for ya?”

He looked over at the second bully who looked even more enraged, seeing his friend taken down so easily by someone wearing a leotard, “How about you? You want some of this too?”

Before the friend could step forward to attack, an arm appeared out of nowhere, hitting him square in the face and flopping him onto the ground with his friend.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” James said, stepping over the groaning body and back towards Sirius, “I was distracted by the masculine wingless fairy over here”.

Disbelieving laughter filled the room as everyone realized the fight was already over.

Leaving the two boys on the ground, they all turned back to continue what they were doing before.

Sirius sighed as James returned to the table, “You didn’t have to do that,” he said.

“Of course I did,” James answered back immediately, “You’re my best mate. An insult to you is a direct insult to me.”

“Thanks,” Sirius answered with a smile, clapping James on the back.

“You know I’ve got your back,” James replied, setting down a tray of six butterbeers on the table.

Ignoring the two figures on the floor, and pretending as though nothing were out of the ordinary, James held out a drink and said, “Now, I’ve got a drink here for Sirius, the Fairy Fighter –”

“I like that title,” Sirius said, accepting his drink.

“ – one for Remus, the boyfriend –“

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” Sirius moaned, watching as Remus smirked as he took a sip.

“ – one for Peter, the reason why we have stranger danger stories –“

Peter’s face turned bright red, “You, uh, you saw that?”

James shot him a look before handing him a drink, slightly scolding him, “Don’t pass out candy anymore.”

Peter nodded glumly.

“ – and, finally, one for Kenny here and his lovely friend, whose name I never received.”

“Karen,” the girl replied immediately, accepting the drink, “and thanks.”

Kenny took the drink, his gaze never leaving the figures on the floor.

Glancing to make sure no one would hear over hear him, Sirius leaned forward to Kenny and whispered, “I don’t think they’ll be bothering you anymore.”

Kenny blinked twice, “You don’t?”

“Nah,” Sirius answered, “See, anytime they mention a fairy from here on out, you bet they’ll be reminded of this moment right now.”

Kenny looked up at Sirius, deep contemplation on his brow, before he finally came to a conclusion and said, “Thanks.”

Sirius winked at him right as Madame Rosmerta walked back out from the back store room, halting at the scene before her.

“What on earth happened here?” Madame Rosmerta asked, staring down at the two boys moaning on the floor.

Everyone in the room went silent and turned to look at Sirius.

Sirius merely shrugged, taking a casual sip from his mug, “They got beat up by a fairy.”

Chance and Choice (Part 10 - END!)

Summary: Reader has just about given up on love. A gag trip to a psychic reveals the supposed name of her soulmate. Will she ever find him?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 802

Warnings: language, FLUFF, unrealistic romance

A/N: This is an AU drabble series I’m trying out. It’s my second thing ever posted. PS - au Venice Bucky could get it.

Thanks for reading.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

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855. When one student bullied another student, the bully would find themselves more prone to accidents involving dodgy staircases or floorboards, particularly in front of large crowds, because the castle doesn't put up with bullying.

submitted by starshipheartofg-erti

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Requested By: @lonewolf-2702

“Well if it isn’t my favourite Lightwood.” A voice said from behind you, you turned, squinting in the bright light and smiling when you saw the contented smirk of your best friend.

 

“Magnus, I thought you didn’t attend such ‘drab parties’.” You say with an amused smirk as you both move through the Downworlder crowd.

 


“What can I say, u just love a good party.” Magnus said with an eye roll. “So what has the merry band of Nephilim hanging out with us lot?” Magnus joked.


“Looking for some answers as usual, why’d you think I’m here in gear.” You sighed, waving your hands in front of you as if to emphasize your point.


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Perfumes // Yoongi

Drabble game request:  Yoongi + “Is that mine?” + from Undo series (read the original story here) | for anon

Word count: 882 words

Character: Yoongi x reader


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Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Juminzen
A/N: I’m sinking… with this ship right now… send help. 

The party is everything Zen expects it to be. The guests are all interesting, quirky in the best kind of way. They all bring a spark to the party that helps to light the fire the RFA aims to stoke every time they throw one. He can’t help but smile as he fluidly moves through the crowd of guests.

Then again, he’s also smiling because he likes he keep up appearances. The smile hides the thoughts, hides the question of where he is, ever present just on the outskirts of his mind. He catches glimpses of him as they both mingle, glimpses of a faint smile, a nod here or there he passes him by, hears the rumble of a fake laugh when appropriate.

Jumin, for all the walls he’s put up, is an excellent host. He wears the right kind of suit that fits him so perfectly Zen knows it’s been tailored to his exact body shape. He knows how to tie his tie with the perfect knot, how to style his hair so it looks classy, but gives him a look of being borderline dangerous, enticing.

Zen shakes his head and suppresses the grimace at the thought. Jumin, enticing?

“Never,” he mumbles, finding a corner near the door to nod to the guests as they leave. 

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(Not in a specific order)
Those are my favourite women in music, in life.

1)Tay jardine from WATIC
2)Ariel Bloomer ftom icon For Hire
3)Hayley Williams from Paramore
4)Jenna Mcdougall from tonight Alive

Like War on Your Tongue

Written SUPER fast as I needed to de-stress. Hope you like it!



Caroline stared at the dead body in her hotel room with with a frown. She only had minutes before the sirens in the distance became a problem, but she’d take what she could get. She was fortunate, that she hadn’t spent any time in the room, had habitually wiped it clean each morning. Yanking her gloves out of her pockets, she quickly searched the body, spine stiffening as she took in the tattoo inked onto the skin of his forearm.

Cursing, she pushed to her feet and set about making her exit. A drop into her neighboring balcony, a few careful adjustments to disguise, and Caroline slipped into the lobby with no one the wiser as police rushed around. Moving with the crowd, it wasn’t until the cool parisian air touched her skin that she separated herself from the crowd. A few blocks on foot, she stepped into a public bathroom with no cameras and she’d shed her disguise, slipping into a different wig and outfit.

It was another half hour, before she felt safe enough to dig out the burn phone from the bottom of her bag. Biting her lip, tucked into a darkened alley, she took a slow breath. Someone had dumped one of Klaus’ men into her room.

That was alarming.

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