you could be my boyfriend of 85 years or my husband of 586778 years or my favourite teacher or my most beloved mentor but if you are a man and you yell at me or raise your voice at me i can 100% guarantee our relationship will never be the same ever again there is something so treacherous about men who needlessly raise their voice
Sit down, witches young and old. I have a story to share.
So, in late Summer 2014, I was held at gunpoint and my car was stolen. Without going into too much detail, I was out at night running errands and two masked men cornered me in the parking lot of my apartment complex. (The Mister was not with me at the time; he was in the apartment.) In the trunk of my car was my witchy box, which contained ALL of my most important craft materials including my book of shadows, my tarot, and my most beloved trinkets. (I had taken it on a witchy retreat the weekend before.)
When they stole my car, they used it in a bank robbery and then ditched the vehicle after use. I was DEVASTATED. I couldn’t sleep or eat for days (trauma can be an absolute bitch); I was terrified to go out on my own, even on our porch. I lost my job because I no longer had a means of transportation. And to top it off, I ended up having a miscarriage around the same time.
Guys and gals, I went to a very dark place after this. The police, as helpful as they were, told me that the likelihood of finding the vehicle was slim-to-none. In fact, it is common in most places (and especially my state) that stolen vehicles are dumped in rivers or ravines, never to be found again. What made matters worse was that I had JUST PAID THE CAR OFF and SWITCHED MY INSURANCE TO LIABILITY ONLY. (For you bebes out there that don’t know, this means that your insurance company won’t replace the car if it is stolen.)
For months, I tried to dig myself out of this hole, but I felt like I couldn’t really connect with my craft because I was missing important elements to my spellwork. Some of the things in that box were passed down for generations in my family. They were absolutely priceless. I felt so…lost.
The following May, I was visiting Tulum, Mexico. A tropical storm was brewing off the shoreline and everyone else was drunk at one of the all-inclusive bar. I watched from my balcony as surfers took to the turbulent waves and something came over me. I felt a literal pull in my chest. Something kept telling me to go to the water.
My family, friends, and the Mister all told me I was crazy when I went to the beach. There was thunder, the waves were insanely high, and even the experienced surfers were having trouble. On the lifeguard stands, red flags were posted (one of the signs that swimming is absolutely ill-advised) and for even an experienced competitive swimmer (that’s me!), it would be dangerous. But something told me to get into the water.
Nothing could have prepared me for the power of the ocean. It pulled me when I resisted; it dragged against every limb and I became frightened. But instead of thinking about the fact that I could possibly drown, I kept replaying those guys and their guns pointed at me, one shoved into my forehead. I became angry; I kicked harder, pushed myself further until I felt the sand at my toes again.
I was crying and so angry. I stood still in the water and called out into the wind. I beat my fists against the surface of the sea (I probably looked insane, but no one was out there) and felt all of my pain seep away. I begged the water for one thing: even if the car didn’t run, could my precious things be returned to me. I bartered with the sea.
The sea giveth and the sea taketh away, as they say. All of the hurt and terror and anguish I had felt over the previous year disappeared. I was embraced by the water and somewhere so very deep inside me, I knew everything would be okay. There was finally a sense of calm and clarity inside me, replacing the tumultuous emotions I had been feeling.
The morning we left, after the storms had passed, I went back to that secluded part of the beach and promised that I would dedicate my life to helping witches around me. I had never made a promise like that in my life.
A month after that, the state police found my car. It wasn’t in working condition at all, but everything remained intact in the trunk. They brought it to my parents’ house and I rushed outside. I sobbed when my dad opened the trunk and saw the box waiting, looking the exact same way it did the night the car was stolen. Everything was in it, untouched by the elements. (Eventually, I repaired the car enough for it to run another two-and-half-years, too!)
Magic is real. Against impossible odds, there is power in every wish and desire. I will never regret the promise I made that day. I will never take for granted the gifts that have been given to me. And when people scoff when I say that I am a witch, I inwardly smile and know that my magic is true and real. I have all the proof I need.
.I present to you, my most beloved AU: Yuri on Ice Cream
Viktor is totally a fuckboi look at that adidas shirt.
Anywayyy, Yuuri along with Phichit work at HASETSU Homemade Ice Cream mofos. Yuuri still skates but never went professional cause anxiety, but he’s still a superb dancer. Phichit is the ultimate wingman.
Viktor and Yuri(o) go on a lil roadtrip across Japan in between seasons, and go do touristy shit. Yurio pretends to hate it, but loves being so relaxed for once. While they’re walking through a little tourist district they encounter cute salesperson Yuuri trying to sell ice cream to the few tourists who come by.
Of course here’s where the two nerds meet and there’s a whole lotta romantic comedy hallmark-worthy bullshit later.
A small laugh escaped Zen’s lips, the sound coming out shaky but still joyous. He ran his hand through his hair before wiping at the corner of his eyes, the overwhelming love and gratefulness he had for you spilling out in tears.
“Thank you so much for celebrating my birthday, princess. It makes me so happy to be greeted by you, my most important and beloved person. Truly, meeting you and having you by my side is the best present I could ever receive. Thank you, and I hope that I’ll be able to celebrate many more birthdays–no, many more days with you once more. I love you.”
Happy birthday, Zen! May you receive lots of love and joy like you deserve!
sometimes I feel like I’ve lived a hundred lives and not a single one of them is really mine.. sometimes I feel like I am watching myself from the outisde and all my most beloved memories are just dreams
So, I’ve watched the new interview with Yuzu and the thing I recognize from the video was:
The Pilot FriXion Ball 4 in White (I believe he’s writing with 0.38 ink):
No, I am not sponsored by Jetpens.
I swear, Yuzu really loves the Frixon line from Pilot (as expected of Mr. perfectionist.) He’s been using them for a while and the earliest I can tell is from High School. And what’s not to love about this pen line!? You can make mistakes with your pen and erase the ink!
I, myself, also use Frixon pens, which are a saving grace to me because I make a ton of mistakes while writing. PLUS, Pilot manufactures some of my most beloved fountain pens, the Vanishing Point and the Custom 823.
male historical figure to another man: I long for the feeling of your lips upon mine… how I wish that I could share your warmth with mine in a single bed….. our souls joined as one for all eternity, my dearest and most beloved
TV star Emma Swan has accepted a place on the most recent series of Strictly Come Dancing, she’s an actress not a dancer so she doesn’t expect to do well at all, in her opinion- the sooner she is voted out the better. But will her opinion change when she is paired with “The Captain of the Dance Floor” Killian Jones- forced to work closely together, he will push her to her limit, but will it be worth it in the end? WIP
“Emma Swan,” Killian announces, and she hates that she loves the way her name sounds on his lips. “Darling of the ballet world, expected to be the next Margot Fonteyn, until you mysteriously disappeared when you were 18 - only to burst back onto the scene four years ago, somehow even better than you were before, shocking everyone with dazzling performance after dazzling performance. And now here you are, fresh from the American Ballet Theatre, for the role you know will make or break your career.”
He grins, a heart-stopping stretch of perfectly white teeth, and she bites down her answering smile. It won’t do to be attracted to the choreographer. Of course, then he walks away, and she can’t stop herself from admiring the curve of his obviously toned backside. He winks at her over his shoulder, catching her in the act of ogling him, and her cheeks burn.
She is so screwed.
(Emma the ballerina and Killian the choreographer, breaking down each other’s walls.)
If she heard another giggle, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore. For God’s sake, they were right across the hallway! Surely the walls would be able to muffle the noises the other class was making because of Killian-freaking-Jones. [University Professors AU/Dancer AU]
CS professional dancers AU – Fierce rivals on the dance floor, animals in bed. Whenever Emma Swan gets on the dance floor the irritating Killian Jones is her worst enemy, but when it comes to other more enjoyable activities… CS one-shot inspired by the song “Animals” by Maroon 5.