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The Etiquette of Herb-Gathering

As a practicing Witch and small-scale herbalist, I often find that when I’m out and about I’m also absentmindedly on the lookout for any new, interesting or useful herb species that might help me in my practice. I even carry a small clean jam jar and a sharp penknife in my handbag at all times for if I spot a herb I just can’t resist and need to take a cutting of it for my collection back home. However, while I’m avidly seeking out roadside feverfew or happily snipping cuttings of a rare cultivar of lavender or sage, I’m always acutely aware of why I call the etiquette of herb-gathering.

These are a few simple rules by which I suggest all foraging Witches, alchemists and herbalists should abide that dictate the correct course of action for those who seek to collect herbs from places other than their own gardens. They are mostly fairly common-sense, but a few are ones that might be overlooked, but which can actually be of profound importance!

I will list the rules below, but bear in mind that it’s not like this is some onerous obligation that must be fulfilled, and nor is it some sort of “Witchcraft commandment” or infallible and unchanging list of sacred laws. These are a few things that I created for my own usage, and nobody else is under any obligation to use them. If you choose to do so, I’ll be thrilled; if you find a way to improve them, please do reblog this post with your corrections! 

The Etiquette of Herb-Gathering

  1. Remember that all plants are living things, and if you harvest them too severely, they will die. This seems obvious, but you’d be shocked how many people forget! This is especially important when what you’re harvesting is the plant’s leaves - always remember that leaves are how plants make their food, so leave enough of them to enable the plant to keep growing strongly.

  2. Never forget that you may not be the only one foraging. Make sure that, when you harvest a wild growth of a herb, there may be others in the area who would also like to harvest that plant. Take only a little from a lot of patches, rather than using only two or three patches, but taking almost all of what is available at each one. This will not only ensure that other foragers can use that patch too, but will mean that when the patch regrows, you’ll know where to go back to in order to find it again instead of needing to hunt down a new patch each time.

  3. When foraging on another’s land, ask their permission first! This seems so straightforward, but sadly people forget that plants growing in other people’s gardens (yes, even their front lawn) are that person’s private property! Taking cuttings or fruits from plants on that property without the owner’s permission is legally theft, and can be punished just like shoplifting or stealing a bike from a railing. It also means that the owner will know that their plant is looking smaller because it’s been harvested, rather than them thinking it’s died or been eaten by some wild herbivore.

  4. Always cut stems at a diagonal angle. Never snip a stem so that it forms a circular, blunted end, because this can allow rainwater to build up on the surface of the cut. This rainwater can trap fungal spores, and cause the plant to get a serious fungal infection that may damage or even kill that whole patch. Instead, cut the stems at a roughly 45° angle, so that water beads up and rolls off more easily. 

  5. When collecting flowers, remember that other people like to look at wildflowers. Never take ALL the flowers from any wild plant, both because it prevents that plant from reproducing as it naturally wants to do, and because it means others who walk past the plant don’t get to see it’s beautiful blooms! If you own the plant, that’s another matter - you may WANT to snip off all flowers to prevent it from bolting, like with parsley. However, with wildflowers, always leave at least half the flowers on the plant so that it can continue to reproduce as nature intended.

  6. Never pick a plant you can’t identify with total certainty. Yet another seemingly-obvious one that is nevertheless often ignored. This is often quoted for fungi, because some fungi can be quite poisonous, but if anything it’s even worse for plants. The medicinally fabulous plant known as yarrow, Achillea millefolia, is a very useful plant and a common component of herbal medicines. However, it looks almost identical to spotted water-hemlock, a species of plant so deadly that one bite can kill you in 20 minutes. Make completely certain that all plants you collect are positively identified, and that you flag all plants with commonly-confused poisonous cousins for further identification later if you’re not 100% sure.

  7. Never harvest flowers from plants around beehives. Bees are one of the most important families in the natural world, being responsible for the pollination of tens of thousands of species of flowering plants all over the world and on every forested continent. Whilst most species of bees are solitary, and don’t form the large hives we assume are common to all bees, those that DO form vast colonies need similarly vast numbers of flowers to support themselves. When you come across a beehive, especially a boxed hive that’s clearly domesticated by humans, try to avoid harvesting any flowers from within 500 metres (about a third of a mile) around the hive(s). The hive needs all the nectar and pollen it can get, and due to the rising threat of colony collapse disorder the life of every single hive is a precious thing that must be preserved at all costs. It might be inconvenient for you, but it’s worth it.


These are just a few of the major rules that I personally suggest all foragers and herb-gatherers take to heart. Remember that you’re not the only Witch who needs their supplies! Thank you for reading :)

– Juniper

anonymous asked:

1. Can you explain how River is a feminist icon when her ENTIRE character is COMPLETELY caught up in the fact that she's destined to be the Doctor's wife and then just dying for that? From Let's Kill Hitler all the way to Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead, her whole arc was about her being the Doctor's wife and then dying to save him. So how does that make her feminist when she's literally stripped of every ounce of agency she has? Because she "kicks ass"? That doesn't make her feminist.

2. I’m not trying to be a dick, just curious why you think that. I’ve always taken her to be another example of Moffat’s horrible track record with women being slavishly devoted to the Doctor (if you respond to this, you can copy & paste this into the above one, there was just a letter limit here :P

River’s character isn’t about being stripped of agency and just conforming to fate. River is a character who begins life forced to be something and who overcomes any confinement, expresses her will against it all. She’s empowering because she is handed a life full of people trying to control her and she throws it all off every time, never living on anything less than her own terms.

Trapped as a kid in a suit as a weapon? Breaks her way out, crosses continents to be with her loved ones on her own terms. Told to kill a man? Winds up choosing not to, asking her parents and trusting their judgement to guide her in that choice. She falls in love with him and that’s something she clings, to not just because she loves him but because it’s something totally hers, her own choice and her own emotions and her own life. Dumped in prison? She breaks out regularly to do whatever she wants, and that’s not just hang with the Doctor, as we’ve seen before in the show. She’s got an archaeology career which she does put to use in her own adventures. She even steals the TARDIS regularly to go off without the Doctor, she’s not just some weeping damsel throwing herself at him. She dies to save him, yeah. He’s planning to do the manpainy heroic sacrifice thing and she refuses to have any of it because it would erase that life she spent so much time building and fought so many battles to make utterly hers. So she takes the place of the Doctor to save the day. And in return, he sticks her in an afterlife, one she refuses to be contained to. She hops around still in dreams and as a ghost, still hanging with the Paternosters, still roaming the universe even as a data ghost, still calling the Doctor out and yeah, still loving him.

There’s nothing unfeminist about loving someone (and it’s certainly not a slavish devotion, nor is it for Clara, Amy, etc, and I think that’s rather uncomfortable to suggest; if any new series character exhibits slavish devotion it’s Rose, and her mum calls her out on that, and Rose is still heroic and her own person). Love’s just a thing many people do. It in no way defines all she is. River is surrounded by many complex machinations and forces trying to hold her in, sure, but the point is that she never once is defined by any of it. She is her own person who owns her own life, her own desires, her own everything. This is the woman who, to quote Moffat, “got married about 428 times. Once for each gender.” Who takes on dictators and oppressors and steals precious artifacts from genocidal villains. Who was a pawn who became a queen. Who always comes out on top.

River is so, so, so much more than just kicking ass, though I love that she does that, too. A bisexual action heroine who asserts her agency every time and is allowed to be so so complex and compelling and wonderful. I adore her, and her continual fight to be herself no matter who tries to hold her back inspires me.

Avengers Preference ➣ Secret Relationship

Request: Could you do an avengers preference for having a secret relationship and how everyone finds out?? I’d love you forever! -Anonymous

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever done preferences, so I hope everyone likes them! You weren’t specific about who you wanted involved but if you’d like me to add anyone let me know! I’d love to get some more requests :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I write about nor do I own the gif(s) below. If you would like it removed/given credit please message me & I will do just that! Also this contains cursing so be prepared for that.

Bruce Banner-

You were sitting on a table in the lab, watching Bruce and Tony work on one of their newest projects. They had been bickering about the best way to approach the enhancements all day and you couldn’t help but smirk anytime Bruce one upped the other man. You also didn’t miss the proud grins he would flash in your direction when Tony focused back on the machinery. You picked up the book you had brought with you and decided to read while the two worked, quickly getting invested in the story. You had barely heard when Tony called it quits and left the lab with a quick goodnight. A pair of hands pluck the book from your grasp and placed it next to you on the table before softly spreading your legs so Bruce could stand between them and place hands on your waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you couldn’t help but smile at him. 

“And I thought he’d never leave.” You teased, brushing your nose against his which earned you a soft chuckle. The two of you had been keeping your relationship a secret for about two months, and you were both very careful to keep it going. 

Bruce reached between the two of you and removed his glasses, placing them atop your book and leaning in to place a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Neither did I.” He mumbled right before you turned your head and caught his lips with yours. His hands tightened on your waist ever so slightly as he returned your kiss, tilting his head so he was able to deepen it.

Your hands began to tangle in his hair, giving it a slight tug which earned a groan from him. You didn’t think the two of you could get any closer than you were in that moment. Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip you eagerly opened your mouth for him, loving the feeling of having him so close-

“Holy shit!” A voice echoed through the lab, causing the two of you to quickly break apart. Tony stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he glanced between you both. You tried your best to catch your breath, noticing Bruce doing the same as everyone waited for someone to speak. 

“Tony,” Bruce spoke up first. “I thought you went to bed.”

The man snorted at the comment, walking towards the table they were working on earlier. “Forgot my phone.” He said, picking the device up and wiggling it at you both. “Now I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of this because quite frankly it’s too much to deal with at-” he glanced at his watch, “2 in the morning.” With that he stuffed his phone in his pocket and exited the lab for the second time.

Bucky Barnes-

Your back hit the mat with a loud smack, causing you to let out a groan in the process. It was late in the afternoon and you had been practicing with Natasha for the past hour. To your surprise you had been keeping up with her until you heard Bucky, Steve, and Sam walk into the training room. “You got distracted.” Nat commented, reaching a hand out to help you up. You gladly took it and jumped to your feet. 

“I know, I blame them.” You quipped, nodding your head towards the where the boys were now standing.

Bucky was the first to speak up, “it’s not our fault you can’t keep up with Nat.” A smirk was planted on his lips and you had to fight the urge close the space between the two of you. Before you got the chance to reply Steve brought up the idea of sparring, which everyone agreed to.

The five of you went back and forth between each other, Bucky making remarks every time you set foot on a mat with someone. You knew why he was doing it, he had to keep up appearances and he always tried to get under your skin before the two of you became more than just teammates, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. 

“Since you’ve got so much to say about her skills, you get in there with her.” Sam said after you and Steve finished. Before he got the chance to shrug it off he was being pushed in front of you by Natasha.

A slight smile graced his lips as he gave you a once over, but it quickly dropped from his face when he glanced over at the rest of the group. You both got into position and began sparring. It was clear that he was going easy on you the entire time. It wasn’t until about five minutes in that things began to get rough, you were too quick for him and he was too strong for you. The both of you were drenched in sweat as was the mat, which is why when you went to dodge the swing of his metal arm, your leg slipped in the wrong direction causing your face to meet his elbow.

The second after you made contact you hit the mat, blood instantly oozing from your mouth as you tried to understand what had happened. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You could clearly make out Bucky’s voice, blinking a few times you could also make out his face hovering about yours. “Y/N, Doll, I’m so sorry.” He grumbled, cupping your face in his hands. 

“I’m okay.” You grumbled, wiping the blood from your mouth with the back of your sleep before reaching up to touch his face. “Honestly, I’m fine.” 

Just as he was about to reply he was cut off by Steve, “huh if I didn’t know any better I’d say you two were in love.” There was a sound of thud, which you knew was Natasha hitting him. “What- ohhh.” He said, causing both you and Bucky to laugh.

Tony Stark-

Music was echoing throughout Stark Tower as you danced around the kitchen with multiple ingredients in your hands. The Avengers had left early that morning for a mission located somewhere you had already forgotten the location of, which meant you were alone in the building, with the exception of F.R.I.D.A.Y. of course. The only way you could keep yourself for worrying was to listen to music while cooking dinner, with the mission tonight involving the entire team you needed to be extra distracted.

You hadn’t even heard the door open as a very grumpy and exhausted billionaire made his way into the loft half of his building. Even in the state he was in Tony couldn’t help but smile as he watched you dance around the kitchen. “Honey, I’m home.” He announced in an over dramatic voice, causing you to drop the plate in your hands to the ground. 

“Crap, Tony.” You whispered trying your best to step over the broken glass and hissing when a sharp piece came in contact with your foot. The second he heard you express pain he was walking across the glass, his shoes crunching it as he lifted you up and walked towards the couch, sitting you down softly. “I’m fine.” You said, flashing him a smile, but he had already went to get the first aid kit. 

Once he came back he picked up your foot and placed it on the coffee table before he started patching you up. “How was the mission?” You asked, leaning on your elbows so you could be closer to him. 

“Fine.” He said with a shrug, “the rest of the team stayed to help S.H.I.E.L.D. sort things out.” He placed a band-aid over your wound before standing up and taking a seat beside you on the couch. “I just wanted to get home in time to see you.”

You had to fight the urge to smile as you curled into his side. The two of you had decided it was best to keep your relationship a secret from everyone, Tony didn’t want to drag you into the chaos and you didn’t want to be interrogated by Fury since the first thing he had said before putting you on Avengers duty was to be professional.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders and he leaned back to get a better look at your face, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re an awful cook.” The second the words left his lips you opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly cut you off with a kiss. You melted into his lips, your hands fisting his shirt as you tried to move closer to him.

“Well excuse us.” The familiar voice of Bruce Banner came from behind the couch, causing both you and Tony to break apart. Looking behind you the entire team was staring at the two of you with smirks on their face.

Natasha Romanoff-

The reason behind all of the secrecy was simple: Natasha wanted to keep you safe. While she trusted the team with her life, she definitely didn’t trust anyone with yours. Overall she was glad the two of you got to spend time together, since Fury had decided to assign you to the Avengers base in order to give missions and keep them all in check. 

It had been two weeks since you’d seen Nat. She’d left with Clint to complete a mission that not even you were permitted to know of. You were curled up in bed, watching TV, drifting in and out of sleep in the process. You hadn’t even heard you window slide open, but you noticed the figure clad in black and immediately knew who it was.

“Oh my gosh.” You mumbled, throwing the blankets off of you and rushing over to throw your arms around her in a hug. She let out a soft hum and wrapped her own arms around you. Without giving her a chance to speak you quickly pressed your lips to hers. Natasha eagerly kissed back, tangling her hands in your hair as she began backing you up towards the bed.

The two of you fell back onto the mattress, letting out a laugh before connecting your lips together for another kiss. “I thought you were going to be gone for another week?” You mumbled after breaking the kiss.

“We got done early and I needed to see you.” She said coolly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before leaning back so she could examine your face. For the first time in her life Natasha had something that she was excited to come home to, hell, for the first time in her life she had a home. 

She connected your lips in a kiss yet again, but it was cut off by the sound of the door flying open and hitting the wall. “What the hell?” You yelled, snapping your head to the side to see both Tony and Steve bursting into the room.

“We-um..” Steve began, looking between the two of you and Tony who seemed to be at a loss for words as well.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed me that there was an intruder.” Tony pipped up after several moments of silence. 

Finally having enough of the two gawking at the two of you, Natasha growled at the two of them, “clearly it’s being handled. You can leave.” You had to stop yourself from laughing as the two quickly shut the door and hurried away from your room. “Where were we?” She asked, turning her attention back to you.

Steve Rogers-

The mission had gone bad very quickly. In the beginning the team was doing great, kicking the ass of everyone of the guys that they were targeting, that was until they pulled out the bombs. Everyone was separated in an instant, the only form of communication being the headpieces. A gasp left your lips as you took off into the woods, three men on your trail. “Y/N, are you there?” The usually calm voice of Steve Rogers seemed almost panicked as it rang in your ear.

“I’m fine!” You said quickly, pulling a knife from your boot and slinging it at one of the men behind you. You never missed a target so without surprise the blade lodged into the mans chest.. “I’ve got two behind me, but I can handle it.”

Just as you were about take out the last two men there was a soft click under your boot, causing your eyes to go wide. The second you took your next step there was an ear splitting boom and you felt yourself being flung through the air, only stopping when you made contact with a tree. All you saw was black and while you could hear the yelling coming from your ear piece you couldn’t seem to make out the words being side.

You couldn’t be sure how long you were laying there before the sound of branches being crushed and moved reached your ears. Two small hands wrapped around your body and lifted you to your feet, you could make out what you assumed to be Wanda’s voice, and tried to peel your eyes open to be sure.

Sure enough the young woman to your side was your friend and you let out a relieved sigh before taking in your surroundings. You clearly stepped on a mine. “She’s okay, I’ve got her.” Wanda said, slowly sitting you down on one of the fallen trees. The bodies of the men the team had been fighting were scattered around the snow and you fought the urge to make a joke about you had saved everyone.

“Y/N!” You glanced over and saw Steve rushing down the snowy hill, tossing his shield to the ground before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up off the ground. His hug was almost bone crushing, but you didn’t mind as you quickly hugged him back. After he released you you began to speak, but were quickly cut off by him crashing his lips against yours.

You didn’t pull away until you heard someone clear their throats and you cursed under your breath. The two of you had done very well at keeping your relationship under the radar up until this moment. “Would you like us to give you some space?” Clint asked, a smirk planted on his face.

“Shut up.” You and Steve grumbled before breaking your embrace and heading back to the quinjet.

The only one (Daryl x Reader)

Relationship : Daryl Dixon X Reader

Trigger warnings : Parental abuse , depression , 5 years age gap, consensual sex , death, violence, graphic scenes.

Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

 Summary :

 The narrative follows the reader and Daryl. The story starts pre-apocalypse and links the events of different stages of their lives as : kids, young adults and adults, focusing on their friendship and eventual love relationship . But when the world turns to dust, will they be able to make it? 

Read and find out.

 A/N I don’t want to make a big summary cause I don’t want to spoil the story. I’m really excited about this one , hope y’all enjoy!

P.S : The story begins in the past , and time skips until it reaches to the present day – Negan time. It also includes some flashbacks. I hope I write everything clearly enough, not to confuse you guys.

CopyRight: I do not own Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

Part 1. Best friends, nothing more, nothing less!

 A road bump wakes you up. You’re in a car, driving. The tears dried as they found their own way down your cheeks. Your eyes are puffy . This wasn’t just a dream.

Same old story, happening again. As soon as you start to call a place home,  and make a few friends, your mother finds yet another boyfriend who convinces her to start fresh somewhere else , ‘A new beginning, the opportunities of a new life…’ Yadda yadda…..or better yet ‘I have a criminal record here, we can’t stay’. You’re only ten and you can see through their lies. Sometimes you wonder, is your mother just stupid, too desperate to have a man by her side or is she just a pathetic drunk?

 ‘We’re here’ Nick announces as he parks.

Your mom gets out of the car, excited. She knocks on your window three times. ‘Come on honey, let’s check out our new home’

You roll your eyes and follow her. Oh, did I mention you just arrived in the middle of nowhere, mountains of Georgia?

‘Hey kid, grab some bags will ‘ya?’ Nick scolds you, mumbling something about how you’re so useless.

You ignore him and decide to explore instead. You sneak between the tree lines and run, giggling.

This may not be that bad after all. The area is pretty beautiful, you’ve seen worse. A lot worse.

You look around and sigh. So far no neighbors , except for  the huge forest surrounding everything. Do trees count as neighbors? But at least you have nature, and a lot of open field to play.

‘Y/N , baby where did ya go?’  Your mother calls for you. Probably to make you clean while they have beers and cigarettes. You run deeper into the forest, expecting to find a hiding place.

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How Would You Feel? -Ed Sheeran

REQUEST: Anon: Hon, I’m all out of Fred Weasley fanfic, not sure if you write them but if you do one based on Ed Sheeran’s How Would You Feel? Maybe reader is spending the summer at the Burrow with the Weasleys?

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x reader

WARNINGS: Little, tiny, itsy bitsy, teeny weeny bit of angst, maybe, sorta hinted at smut? Idk. Tell me if I missed anything.

A/N: This is such a great request! I’ve never done a lyric based fanfic so I hope this is at least kinda close to what you were asking for. I, personally, am super proud of this one. I hope it’s not too long. Thanks for reading! <3 (oh and I’m on mobile so it won’t italicize so sorry about that)

A/N2: Characters and pretty much everything else do not belong to me. Please inform me of any typos or just ways I can improve. Also, plEASE REQUEST THINGS I LOVE REQUESTS AND WILL ACCEPT ANY AND ALL OF THEM.


The Burrow was bustling with redheads and company as the weather outside remained dreary. The Weasleys always had company. No matter the size of their home nor paycheck there was always room for one more.

You were currently sinking into the seemingly never-ending armchair by the fireside, enthralled in the flames and your own thoughts. The twins were busying themselves with different plans and formulas across the room, and the rest of the Weasleys were wandering in and out of each room. You didn’t truly know anybody very well in the Burrow, but when Mrs. Weasley caught wind of a student without a home for the summer, well, she practically packed your things for you.

“Hey,” One of the twins snuck up behind you, you couldn’t quite tell them apart yet but you thought it was Fred, smiling widely at how surprised you seemed to be that someone would speak to you.

“You are the one girl
And you know that it’s true
I’m feeling younger
Every time that I’m alone with you”

You were flustered, you’d heard of the infamous Weasley twins but had never thought they would bother talking to you. Your fear must’ve shown because, “don’t worry, I don’t bite,” Fred paused, “most of the time.” He winked and your lips formed a small smile.

“Though, he does tend to pry,” George called from across the room. You almost thought you saw Fred blush from the corner of your eye.

“And tease,” Ginny said as she walked in and out as quickly as she came.

“And scare the living hell out of you,” Ron did the same.

“Really? My own family, how could you?” Fred paused, holding his heart dramatically, “how could you forget prank?” You laughed, and continued to do so with Fred and George until you were called for dinner.

Though Molly Weasley was possibly the best hostess one could have, you’d been worried how you’d get on with the others. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You spent the majority of the next few weeks with Fred and George, though mostly Fred. You hadn’t had this much fun since you could remember. You could’ve mutually said you’d become best friends in these few weeks.

“We were sitting in a parked car
Stealing kisses in the front yard
We got questions we should not ask”

One night at the dinner table Mrs. Weasley began commenting on the amount of time the two of you had been. Your face heated up as Ron began hinting that more was happening than all you’d been telling them. You glanced up at Fred and, shockingly, he seemed just as embarrassed as you.

You had to admit to yourself, if no one else, you did have more feelings for the tall joker than you let on.

After cleaning up dinner, Ron’s conversation continued with some of his siblings, but in more detail, for lack of a better word.

“Sorry,” Fred mouthed to you, you’d never seen him so embarrassed. You laughed and shrugged in response. The two continued listening, amused,though also because you thought they might assume things if they noticed you two leaving together.

All eyes were now on Ron and it was your chance to leave. Fred gestured to the kitchen door and you followed him out.

“Sorry about Ron, this is the only time he’s been around an non-ginger girl, other than Granger, since… Well, I don’t think he’s really been around a lot of girls. He’s just trying to impress you,” he chuckled as he began making the two of you hot cocoa.

“Impress me? Why the hell would he want to do that?” You asked, genuinely surprised.

“Well why the hell not? You’re practically perfect,” he said it so casually you almost spat out your hot chocolate.

“In the summer, as the lilacs bloom
Love flows deeper than the river
Every moment that I spend with you
We were sat upon our best friend’s roof
I had both of my arms round you
Watching the sunrise replace the moon”

“Hey, Y/N, I have something I wanna show you tonight, if you’re up for it,” Fred asked you as you walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Ron had begun laughing, what brains he had left out, at this statement (you’d become quite annoyed with his ongoing theories).

“What is it?” You asked cautiously, ignoring the giggling Ron.

“Well you’ll have to find out, won’t you,” he smirked. Still cautious, you agreed and waited anxiously until the set time.

You were waiting by the front door when Fred came running down the stairs, grabbed your hand, and continued on. His backpack grasping onto his shoulder, he dragged you to the broom shed, you both picking a considerably large amount of daisies along the way, and took both of your brooms. Through the fooling around and poking fun of each other, somehow, you’d made it up onto the roof of the Burrow.

“Well, this is our stop,” he said, looking up.

You hadn’t noticed how beautiful the stars were until now. Each star sparkled with a different light from the others. It was marvelous. When you looked back over at Fred he’d been staring at you but quickly looked away. You must’ve gotten something in your hair on the way here, you thought.

Fred began unpacking his bag. Four jumpers, sweets, a blanket, a sleeping bag, sweets, a thermos (presumably hot cocoa), water, more sweets, and a camera. He was always prepared. You laughed at the amount of sweets he’d brought, he looked at you like he was unaware one wouldn’t bring three bags of sweets on a trip to their rooftop.

The two of you sat down on the cold roof and starred up at the stars in peaceful silence. You looked over at him and he seemed just as entranced as you were, the wonder in his face made him even more handsome and fascinating than before.

When you both started talking it didn’t seem like you could stop. He asked the questions he’d been dying to ask for the month and a bit you’d been there. You found he was a man of more depth than he let on. His eyes would light up when talked about things he was particularly passionate about and would scowl when he heard of someone being rude to you, saying they’d “regret it later.” You made a daisy chain for each of your heads, he wasn’t very enthusiastic about it but he wore it anyways, and you both took more pictures than you could count. It was, quite possibly, the best night of your life up to this point.

After several hours of talking and laughing, you’d moved back to mostly to watching the sky, exchanging words and thoughts every once in a while, whilst each wearing three jumpers and sharing both the sleeping bag and blanket. You were having a competition of who could find the most constellations and shooting stars for the last bit of cocoa, you were winning.

“Oh I see one! Another point for me!” You bragged and he begrudgingly scraped another tally under your initial on the roof with a rock you’d found under your back.

“I don’t even think you’re seeing them anymore, you just want to win!” He accused you playfully.

“You’re just mad because I’m up by ten points.”

“Of course I’m mad; I’m down by ten points!”

“It’s not my fault I took astrology!” He rolled his eyes and looked back up. You both fell asleep soon after you won the cocoa.

You were startled awake by an excited Fred, who laughed at your scared reaction. You simply rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that right?“ you stated, he just rolled his and pointed out at the sky impatiently.

You were in awe. It was just as beautiful as the night before but in a completely different way. The sun was climbing up over the treetops, shedding an orange light on anything in it’s path. You knew Fred was looking at you but you just smiled and continued watching; this was too wonderful to miss.

"How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?
It’s just something that I want to do
I’ll be taking my time, spending my life
Falling deeper in love with you
So tell me that you love me too”

Ron was on a roll again; telling his many “stories” about the two of you to his siblings. You had to step out to the front yard to cool down from all the blushing.

You stepped further out into the night, staring up at the stars. You were thinking about, to be completely honest, Fred. Possible love was always a difficult subject to, even temporarily, erase from ones mind. For Merlin’s sake, you’d only known him for two months, though you were leaving for hogwarts soon so this may have been your best chance. You were mental, but he often seemed to be equally so.

“There you are, Y/N, ‘was wondering where you’d gone,” Fred stated walking towards you from behind, making you jump. “Sorry about Ron, by the way, he can be a complete g–”

As he reached you, you turned, with a great jolt of courage and spontaneity, placing your hands on his neck, you brought his lips down onto yours.
You were genuinely shocked when he kissed back. He moved his hands to your waist and held you close, deepening the kiss. You broke the kiss for air, earning a groan from Fred. All you could do was laugh, and the best part was; he laughed with you. You’d done it. Still holding each other, he placed a small kiss on your nose, you giggled. He kissed you again.

“How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?” He asked between kisses as he tried holding you impossibly closer.


“Well then; I love you,” he smiled his adorably childish smile as you kissed just bellow his lips.

“Well, I love you too.”


A/N: pretty sure this is the fastest I’ve ever written a decent fanfic so yippee! Thanks to all you babes who read this! :>

Nik's Tips for discreet witchcraft

I know there are a lot of young witches who need to be discreet about their craft, so I’ve made some tips for how to practice witchcraft and still be discreet. Just putting a little disclaimer, I don’t practice all of these myself (like the color magic) but I thought they would be useful to include, nor do I claim to know everything, I constantly learn just like everyone else.

Witch Tips

1) keep a small notebook/sketchbook 

     A pocket sized notebook is helpful for any witch but expecially for being discreet. Drawing sigils and writing spells in the notebook is a way to cast spells in the open with no one noticing. The pocket notebook is also a great system for artists and writers as drawing and creative writing everyday really improves skill, and if someone happens to look inside the book doesn’t scream witchcraft.  I personally like using my own leather bound pocket book but the mini composition notebook also works and is less noticeable. A tip for doing the sigil or spell magic is when you write or draw imaging you intend in order to charge it and draw a circle around it to cast it (you don’t have to do this but it helps some witches). Putting a charm or sigil of hiding on the notebook will also help it not be too noticeable

2) Use online books

    The Internet is an all around helpful source, but it’s expecially helpful for discreet witches who want to do reasearch. Getting hard copy books are great but can easily be seen lying around your room. It’s much easier to just use online books and you can find more subjects than just in a library.  If you’re worried about someone looking through your history you can always use incognito mode or simply delete the history and cookies after you’re finished.

3)Wearing simple crystal jewelry

    Crystal jewelry may seem like it’s obviously witchy but with current fashion trends crystal necklaces are pretty common. Stones and crystals are used in magic all the time and have their own meanings, while it’s not uncommon for people to know that crystals have meanings it’s easy to brush off wearing crystal jewelry as just a fashion choice.  When getting crystal jewelry don’t buy from stores in the mall like hot topic or forever 21. These stores sell fake crystals, some places claim that their real but 99% if the time fashion stores sell glass instead of crystal(unless you go to an actual crystal/spiritual store, these are usually real).

4)Do rituals outside

   The practice of rituals can be hard to do if you’re trying to be a discreet witch. Doing rituals outside help with not getting caught in the middle of a ritual. There is still a chance someone could catch you but it’s a very small chance and they’re most likely a stranger you’ll never see again. If you use incense in rituals being outside helps the smell not linger where people can smell and become suspicious as well. Being out in nature while doing rituals also helps green witches with spiritual energy.

5)Use scented candles for candle magic

   Having lots of candles can raise suspicious with some people, scented candles fix this. Having one or two scented candles doesn’t seem abnormal and is pretty common. Yankee Candle has a great variety of color and scents, you can pick by a color you commonly use or by scent. Herbal scents such as rosemary and lavender double as color magic and scent magic. Make sure when you pick out candles pick a scent you like and that the smell won’t give you a headache.

6)Keep a small magic box

   Having a small box is good for storing little witchy items and because the box is small it can be easily hidden. Keeping a candle, lighter, a few small crystals and some herbs, are a few basics that can usually fit in a small box. You can get a small wooden box at craft stores for about a dollar and decorate it or keep it plain, or even use an empty Altoids tin.  Another way to keep it hidden is putting a charm or sigil of hiding. Small magic boxes are also helpful for transportation to outdoor rituals.

7)Use color magic when getting dressed

    Using color magic when getting dressed is a simple form of magic and no one can tell you’re doing witchcraft. When putting away your clothes you can easily charge the clothing with the intent so it’s ready for when you wear it. If you’re like me and wear the same color everyday you can write small sigils on the tags of clothing.

8)Write sigils in lotion

   Writing sigils onto your skin with lotion or make up foundation are a great form of discreet witchcraft. Once you write the sigil and rub it into your skin it can no longer be seen therefore no getting caught. Rubbing the sigil into your skin helps imbue the magic into you. This practice is great for glamour spells.

9)Use whatever is in the kitchen for herb magic.

    Buying or drying your own herbs could possibly raise questions, if you’re doing herb magic just try to use whatever herbs you have in the kitchen. The best way to do this is to just put the herbs in meals you’re having. When taking herbs from the kitchen just remember not to do it too often and get caught.

10)Avoid making an alter

     This is kind of an obvious thing not to do. Having an alter is a very easy way to get caught and you don’t need an alter to perform witchcraft. If you insist on having an alter you can make a pocket alter which is basically the same as the small magic box in tip #6.

11)Pocket stones

     Discreet or not pocket stones are useful. Pocket stones are just stones or crystals you keep in your pocket or in a pouch throughout the day. Most people won’t be going through your pockets so it’s good for a discreet crystal witch.

12)If you want to collect crystal also keep a rock/mineral book

     Crystals are a fairly witchy thing but just adding a rock guide book makes it look like a simple collection which is pretty common. Whether your a discreet witch or not rock guide books are a good things to keep around if you want to learn.

13)Herb magic potpourri

     If you make herb pouches use nicely scented herbs to have the pouch double as potpourri. If the pouches double as potpourri they’re more inconspicuous. Places the pouches around dirty laundry or in drawers, placement helps the pouches look more like potpourri and less like witchcraft.
I hope these tips are helpful to some people and if you have any questions feel free to ask!

❄️️ Hi guys!

I just thought I’d clear things up. It’s the first time I’ve logged on in a few days (I queue posts because I don’t want to spam anyone) and I’ve received the above messages, so I’ll respond openly.

None of the art here is yours.
- Nope! It’s not. Never claimed it to be.

So why are you selling it?
- I’m not. All links are provided to the individual stores in each description.

Do you credit the artists??
- I do. All artists’ stores are linked on every single post.

I don’t own a tictail, a redbubble, an etsy account to sell things. I don’t make art, I don’t draw art, I don’t sell art. I don’t own a store nor do I sell any of the things I post. I advertise for other people is the easiest way I can explain this blog.

If you look at every single one of my posts and click the links in each, it links to the artists’ shops to be bought whether it be a print or a keychain. None of the shops are mine.

I’m just a YOI fan and someone who enjoys buying fan merch and sharing the cute finds, but I don’t make any profit or claim anything as my own. This blog is just a hobby for me.

That said, I have recently just started queueing Redbubbe designs and I will be stopping that. It’s a different process to linking an Etsy or a Tictail store and I think that’s where most people get confused. I will here on delete the Redbubble art posts I have made and queued. I won’t post any Redbubble designs anymore.

If any artist sees their merch on this blog and would like me to remove it, I’d completely understand and just send me a message and I will remove it immediately.

I deeply apologize if I have upset anyone in the process. That was not my intention with this blog as again I state: I am merely another fan with a wallet destroying hobby. I hope this can clear up some of the confusion.


The only one (Daryl X Reader) Part 3

Relationship : Daryl Dixon X Reader

Trigger warnings : Parental abuse , depression , 5 years age gap, consensual sex , death, violence, graphic scenes.

Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

Summary :

The narrative follows the reader and Daryl. The story starts pre-apocalypse and links the events of different stages of their lives as : kids, young adults and adults, focusing on their friendship and eventual love relationship . But when the world turns to dust, will they be able to make it?

CopyRight: I do not own Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

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PART 3 -  What the fuck ya mean, who am I?

Turns out you were in a car accident. Not your fault, the policemen said.

Memory loss, head trauma. But you should be thankful to be alive, according to the doctor.

The man who was sleeping besides you is your father and the fancy looking old lady your grandmother.

You can hear them arguing in the hole way.

‘What’s that all about?’ you wonder.

‘Son, I strongly recommend you tell her she grew up here, in a beautiful house and that her mother just….left’ Alicia sighs.

‘I don’t want to lie to her, it’s what Jules did, and look how well that turned out for her’ your father sits down, overwhelmed.

‘James, what are you going to tell her? Hmph? That she has a drunk mother, that she was abused, dropped out of school?’ she asks.

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I don’t know if the correlation exists but I find it interesting how each Camila & Lauren have chosen to respond to Camren in relation to the irl shipping of actresses Gabrielle Christian & Mandy Musgrave.

Spashley is a ship name made from the characters Spencer & Ashley of South of Nowhere, portrayed by actresses Gabrielle Christian & Mandy Musgrave, respectively.

Originally posted by pr1deandj0y

Spashley from South of Nowhere was my first ship back in 06. I spent an unprecedented amount of time on YouTube watching Spashley vids. That was also the first time I had felt acceptance from society as a member of the LGBT community at the tender age of 14.

The show was cancelled for being ahead of its time, & specifically for airing on the particular channel it was owned by. Following the cancellation, a web series called Girltrash came out, starring Gabrielle Christian & Mandy Musgrave.

Originally posted by dani1013-blog

You can bet your ass the young LGBT community shipped the actresses in real life, but each of the actresses’ responses to this “ship” were very different.

Following the shooting of web series Girltrash (years before the movie came out), Gabrielle Christian innocently recorded a cute song called “Kissing Mandy,” where she satirically claims to be gay for fellow actress/friend Mandy Musgrave after sharing so many intimate moments with her on-screen.

Mandy Musgrave on the other hand was very quick to deny any possibility that the 2 straight, best friends were in a non-platonic relationship with one another, & responded in a YouTube video that it made her uncomfortable & that she would appreciate it if fans could respect that they’re simply actresses with great on-screen chemistry.
**Although that is loosely translated from the video I watched back in 2011?, I assure you there was no animosity, annoyance, or accusations in her voice. She simply put an end to it. I wouldn’t even know where to find the video nowadays.

Girltrash All Night Long the movie ended up being released years later, and both actresses were recently at ClexaCon together this year, so the ship never damaged their friendship. They’re 2 adults who understand how the industry works.

In reality both actresses were straight best friends. & in fact Mandy Musgrave eventually married her SoN co-actor Matt Cohen.

When I watched the video of Mandy Musgrave denying any actual relationship with Gabrielle Christian, I felt bummed or maybe disappointed, but I didn’t leave the video feeling like I had been “delusional”, “disrespectful”, or “invasive” to have believed something might have existed, even though every semi-intimate moment was specifically staged for camera & television (as opposed to Camren but this post isn’t meant for such discussion). & perhaps it’s my own insecurities that has left me feeling insulted following Lauren’s shit storm on twitter, but the fact is people have been shipping celebrities with other celebrities since, at the very least, the dawning of YouTube.

Everyone has their own way of handling ships (whether the ships are real or not). Some write songs mocking it, some deny it once. Some joke about it repeatedly, making light of it & laughing it off; while some dedicate an unhealthy amount of time insulting everyone who has shared the possible notion of its existence even though that specific person created said notion.

I’ll never question Lauren’s right to free speech, but I’m not going to be some sheep that tweets “YAS GURL KEEP INSULTING EVERY CS IN THE WORLD WHAT A KWEEN THURR SO DELUZIONAL LUL”

I feel like I have to clarify that I’m a CS, LG, a fan of CC & a fan of OT5, so that I don’t receive any bullshit. I also feel like I have to clarify that I’ve NEVER @ Lauren (ever) or said “Camren” on twitter/instagram. I’m not the tagging, aggressive type of CS, nor do I condone CS trending L***YIsOverParty. There IS a line of respect that fans shouldn’t cross & that many CS repeatedly do, but it is highly predictable behavior.

All I’m saying is; any backlash Lauren receives from how she handled CS or for saying “fuck you” to the media is certainly not surprising to me, nor is it unexpected. There has always been an alternate way of approaching the Camren rumors, & she’s almost never handled it rationally. For the sake of her LGBT fans or for her own.

-Side note, of the four women mentioned in this blog, Lauren’s the only one who’s actually APART of the LGBT community, being openly bisexual herself. I just don’t understand.

Fuck this was long. I hate myself.

anonymous asked:

Do you ship Celestia with someone?

I do not. I just don’t know of any canon character who I could really see her with at the moment nor do I see her as the sort who needs to be in a relationship. While she enjoys romantic companionship, she’s just as comfortable and happy doing her own thing alone. She’s got the time to just chill and wait for the right person to make their way into her life.

And to stave off the dislestia shippers, yes, it can be darn cute sometimes, but at the moment, Discord is still figuring out how to be a friend. I don’t think he’s quite ready for a more intimate relationship… And that’s assuming he’s into romance and/or sex at all. He is the only draconeques we’ve seen and is chaos incarnate so he may just inherently not be into that sort of relationship.

In Life’s name, and for Life’s sake, I assert that I will employ the Art which is Its gift in Life’s service alone. I will guard growth and ease pain. I will fight to preserve what grows and lives well in its own way: nor will I change any creature unless its growth and life, or that of the system of which it is part, are threatened. To these ends, in the practice of my Art, I will ever put aside fear for courage, and death for life, when it is fitting to do so - looking always toward the Heart of Time, where all our sundered times are one, and all our myriad worlds lie whole, in That from Which they proceded.
—  Diane Duane. My favorite version of the Wizard’s Oath from her Young Wizards series
Mr. Brightside | Zack Taylor | Prologue

So here it is, folks: the Zack/OC story I’ve promised through and through. I’ve had this idea in mind for a long ass while, though not for the Power Rangers fandom, but then this movie just BEGGED me to do so. And besides, this fandom needs some OC love x3

Warnings!: The OC is a bit of a busybody (oh really?), might been some typos. Just my suckish writing in general.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own the Power Rangers nor its characters. Those belong to Haim Saban and Lionsgate.

For @esteicy-blog

Also on Archive of our Own.

Detention wasn’t exactly how she had planned to spend her Saturday mornings, yet her mother made herself very clear it was out of the discussion a way out— she was going and she didn’t have any other choice.

And god knew her headphones weren’t enough to block out those idiots on the back of the classroom. She was indeed tempted to put on her hoodie like the most stereotypical problem kid just to block the noise— if not because then she might draw the attention of the actual problem kids. She had already enough problems by just being there and she didn’t need to add up bullies getting on her nerves.

Not like she could concentrate on the music that much, not when a piece of eraser hit the back of her head with way too much force on it, and as she put on back the headphones the not really discrete snorts of the others came to her ears.

Then again, she already enough problems just being there, it seemed.

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Stupid Cold (Dean X Reader)


Relationship : Dean Winchester X Reader

Warnings : demons, spanking,consensual sex , death,mentions of violence, graphic scenes.

Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

Summary : You’re a hunter, living with the boys in the bunker for some time now. Although you started as friends, soon enough friends with benefits, you and Dean finally decided to admit your feelings and became an item. The feeling is strong so you both get scared and react in different manners : you became overly attached and Dean feels suffocated. It should be one of your typical days but Dean has a cold , feels bad and snaps.
Lots of fluff and some makeup sex. Enjoy

CopyRight: I do not own Dean Winchester, Supernatural nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended .

Originally posted by littlehobbit13

Life hasn’t been that kind to you. A hunter your whole life and not by choice. Your parents were killed by an avenging spirit when you were only six. You don’t recall that day entirely, and nothing much from before actually… what you do remember is the wrinkled old man who got you out of the closet where you were hiding and said: ‘It’s alright kid, I’m here now’.

 He soon became your family and hunting with him your way of living. 

Losing him to werewolves broke your heart but you moved on burning his remains and drowning your sorrow in whiskey, at his favorite bar. If there’s one thing that he taught you besides being a skilled killer, that is to be strong and cold. 

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Beneath You: An Analysis of Buffy and Spike

I am not a Spuffy shipper. There are many reasons for this. Some of them are personal, but more of them are character and story related.

On a personal level, Buffy’s relationship with Spike reminds me of some toxic romantic situations I’ve been in and it makes me uncomfortable that it’s something people could possibly aspire to (I’m aware not everyone who ships them does, but I know some do). However, I am not a slayer, nor were any of my love interests vampires… that I know of. So there are some extenuating circumstances. This reason is entirely personal, has nothing to do with anything but my own icky feelings this ship brings up.

However, on a story level, Spuffy has always bothered me because it always felt contrived and forced. Not due to chemistry or lack of between Sarah Michelle Gellar and James Marsters – those two are great. The storyline itself felt forced to me. Season five felt like a culmination of something: the thing we’d been building to all along. And then Buffy was brought back in a way that completely undid her as a character, stripped her down to bare bones (literally) and built her back up into a new Buffy I, honestly, didn’t like as much as end-of-season-five Buffy. And her biggest story arc in season six was her relationship with Spike. It became the A plot instead of a B plot. It was the most major thing she had going on, and that was new for her. Even with Angel, as important as Bangel was, it was just part of a larger arc. I had a hard time buying into Spuffy at all, particularly as the thing that carried the season. Spike also had to undergo a bit of an overhaul, and in some ways it made sense – the chip and his frustration juggling what he wanted to do and what he was able to do. In some ways it felt rushed or contrived, like the fact that he always just happened to be around when Buffy was the most vulnerable. Even his assault on Buffy and his resulting quest for a soul felt a bit “wait, what?” So, I do have a lot of legitimate problems with the ship that have nothing to do with my personal feelings or the ship itself, and everything to do with the way it was presented and put together.

However to the however… Someone recently pointed out on my dash that whenever Buffy has implied that Spike was somehow beneath her or that he didn’t matter, she actually meant the opposite. Which I thought about for a moment, and it suddenly made sense. The example pointed out in the post in question is when she reveals to Spike she was in Heaven, not Hell, and that being back was her Hell. I always thought she revealed this to Spike simply because he happened to be there (conveniently) – literally a captive audience because of all the pesky sunlight keeping him there. And she had to tell SOMEONE who wouldn’t go spiraling into an existential crisis as a result of the news. The line highlighted “I can be alone with you here” and Spike’s sarcastic, possibly mildly offended retort “Thanks ever so” was something I always interpreted as a remnant of their once antagonistic relationship full of barbs and jabs (both physical and verbal). I never considered the possibility that Buffy meant she could be who she was, feel how she felt, in that moment with him present… because he wouldn’t judge her. We’ve seen everyone in her close circle judge her at least once in the series. Xander probably does it the most, particularly when it comes to her romantic relationships. Willow was the first person to confront her about her exit after killing Angel, and everyone else was quick to jump on the bandwagon, save Giles (who was busy trying to save the world from zombies). But, Giles and Oz boarded the judgment train when Angel returned from Hell and Buffy kept it a secret, Giles reminding her what Angel did to him and Jenny while Oz called her out for kissing Angel (I forget the actual line/context of that, but it definitely felt like he wasn’t really on Buffy’s side and he was the one with the least at stake in the room). Then you have Spike, who, when he has judged Buffy, has usually been impressed by or threatened by her. It’s a different kind of judgment. Yeah, the guy may have tried to kill her once or twice, but he never got all high and mighty with her (“How could you do that? How dare you?”). Tara also never did this, just to point it out and give her some kudos. 

In a way, Buffy has always been able to be completely unfiltered with Spike, even if you look at their combat. He’s formidable, gives her a run for her money, and she’s scrappy and resourceful and does the same for him. That’s something that’s always been there under the surface in one form or another. Season six was a perfect storm of circumstances that allowed it to manifest into something else. Another moment that comes to mind is when Buffy learned her mother was sick and snuck out on the back porch alone to cry. Spike arrived, supposedly intent on killing her, but sat with her instead. Then, of course, there’s the moment when Buffy beats Spike to a bloody pulp calling him disgusting and some other colorful things. All of these are examples of Buffy revealing her innermost self to Spike because, for some reason, she feels safe doing so in a way she doesn’t – never has – with anyone else.

This is a big deal, and it’s a thing I never noticed until I really sat down and thought about it. Even the toxic stuff, the ugly stuff, the icky stuff, it’s Buffy’s truth at that moment. If she’s hurting herself and him, it’s because that’s where she’s really at inside – she’s trying to feel, to punish herself, whatever it is she’s doing – and, yes, it’s toxic and it makes me feel icky. But, when put in its true, full context, is it really an abusive relationship? An unhealthy one? Or is it simply what it is at the time? What would this relationship look like when the two of them were in different, more healthy headspaces? These are all things I’m genuinely curious about.


In conclusion… Alright, Spuffy shippers. I get it now. I buy it. I amend my previous “I just don’t see it” comments on this ship. Kudos to @spuffy, @buffytags, and @spikesjojo who blogged/reblogged/commented on that post I saw that blew my mind. For some reason I can’t seem to link it (is there a way to embed links of gifset posts? If someone tells me I will link it here. It is the last thing I replogged before this post, for those who want to see it).

I will take any Spuffy fic recs if you have ‘em. I’m partial to fics that are kind of deep and explore character headspaces and what if scenarios. But, if there’s a bit of smut in there it’s not a dealbreaker, and if it’s fluff or silliness, or what have you, that’s not a dealbreaker either. Long or short, canon or AU, I’ll read it all. However, if there’s smut in it, particularly smut that’s a bit violent or what have you, give me a warning. As I said, icky personal feelings do occur for me and I may be in a wrong headspace to read it at certain times. I also may be reading on my lunch break at work and I’d rather not have a coworker go to ask me an innocent question and happen to glance at some smut I’m reading. 

sularking3  asked:

I agree that the GRRM quote about no gods appearing to affect things deus ex machina is quite clarifying, but what do you make in light of it of the voice that Varys hears from the flames?

“One day at Myr, a certain man came to our folly. After the performance, he made an offer for me that my master found too tempting to refuse. I was in terror. I feared the man meant to use me as I had heard men used small boys, but in truth the only part of me he had need of was my manhood. He gave me a potion that made me powerless to move or speak, yet did nothing to dull my senses. With a long hooked blade, he sliced me root and stem, chanting all the while. I watched him burn my manly parts on a brazier. The flames turned blue, and I heard a voice answer his call, though I did not understand the words they spoke.” –Varys, ACOK, Tyrion X

It happened, this is evident, but who says that voice was a god, or that it had any true sentience, will, or ability to change things? There are fans who associate that ritual with R’hllor, but the book doesn’t. Nor do I; note that Melisandre owns powdered chemicals that can turn fire blue, but none of the fire rituals she works in reference to R’hllor involve blue flame, only red red red. Also, not all fire magic is associated with R’hllor – fire was one of the types of Valyrian magic, and there R’hllor was the god of the slaves, not the masters. Furthermore, it was magic, it was a power answering a call – but it was not in any way a god “appearing, deus ex machina, to affect the outcomes of things, no matter how hard anyone prays,” as GRRM said.

Besides, this is the most important part of that scene:

“Yet I still dream of that night, my lord. Not of the sorcerer, nor his blade, nor even the way my manhood shriveled as it burned. I dream of the voice. The voice from the flames. Was it a god, a demon, some conjurer’s trick? I could not tell you, and I know all the tricks. All I can say for a certainty is that he called it, and it answered, and since that day I have hated magic and all those who practice it.”

Maybe (Negan X Reader) Part 3

Relationship : Negan X Reader

Trigger warnings : sadness, 9 years gap, walkers, death, violence , fear, blood, unprotected sex (eventually), panic attacks, rage, smoking,cursing.

Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged) [eventual smut]

Summary :

Reader knows Negan pre-apocalypse and she shares a history with not only him but his wife Lucille too.

Author’s notes:

So basically this is a story about the Reader and Negan. How they met each other, pre-apocalypse and how they reunite somewhere around mid-season. I didn’t have that much to go on about his life nor Lucille so I just went with the flow. I don’t want to say too many things cause it will ruin the story but I really like how it turned out. I hope you like it.

P.S It’s my first Negan fic, ‘cause I’ve fallen for his charm. XD

CopyRight: I do not own Negan,Lucille, The Walking Dead nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

Maybe Part 3

Originally posted by hughxjackman

You roll , burying your face in the pillows, legs spread. You haven’t had such a deep sleep in forever. Maybe it’s because you feel safe around your college crush or maybe it’s because you logically assessed their defense on your way inside the compound… who knows but more importantly who cares , right now, when you’re so comfortable and entangled in a world beyond the real one, the world of beautiful dreams.

Negan is driving, his left elbow leaned on the window, just like the previous day. He places a hand on your thigh and you palm it, smiling.

‘I can’t believe we haven’t seen a walker in 2 years’ you tell him, feeling relaxed and peaceful.

‘Told you we’re going to be alright’ He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, leaving a short peck.

*Knock knock knock*

‘What’s that knock?’ you ask, frowning.

‘What knock honey?’ Negan mimics your actions and returns his gaze on the road.

‘Is there a man in your trunk?’ You stand up a bit and turn your body around, looking towards the back seat.

‘Y/N what the fuck are you talking about?’ he looks behind too.

‘Are you seriously not hearing that?’ you come back to your previous position when out of nowhere a heard of walkers is blocking the way.

The dream quickly escalates into a nightmare.

‘Negan watch out’ you yell in your mind, repeatedly shifting your body in reality. Sweat took over your body and you shake your head left to right.

The knocking becomes louder and you wake up, jumping into a seating position,  scared.

But the sound persists.

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On Gowns

(a drabble)

Companion of sorts to On Hats. Takes place during episode 70 - Voice of the Tempest. Percy and Vex discuss her Whitestone-colors gown. 

Pure, tooth-rotting fluff.

Not very long ago, Vex’ahlia had stood in front of Percival de Rolo and asked for his opinion on her appearance, as nervous for his answer as she was for their impending journey into Syngorn.

Would you say I look put together - well-off - in this armor?

Now it was a very different tone that she asked again, giving him a slow twirl and shooting a grin over her shoulder.

The gown for Keyleth’s coronation settled around her as she stilled, the silver-white trim glittering in the grey morning light Vasselheim provided. The blue that made up the most of the dress was a heavy silk but the whisper the rich fabric made as it settled around her made Vex felt lighter than air. She’d never thought she’d own something so ornate, much less have the reason to wear it.

“What do you say? Do I look like a proper Baroness?”

Percy regarded her thoughtfully, to her amusement nothing in his gaze but innocent and thorough inspection. At last he pursed his lips slightly, and brought his eyes up to hers. “You know dear, it’s bad form to out-dress the lady we’re honoring.”

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anonymous asked:

I hope it won't offend you, but I was just wondering do you have headcanon of Yuuri and Victor's sexuality? Are they Gay, Bi, Pan, Trans, Genderfluid, Genderqueer, Non-binary, Ace, Demi? Experienced or Inexperienced? Virgin or Not? How they discover it?

I actually have a lot of headcanons about these things!

Yuuri’s sexuality is complicated. I definitely don’t headcanon him as gay because I think he has the potential to be sexually attracted to just about anyone provided that he’s established a relationship with them. I think Yuuri can be a very sexual person, but it depends entirely upon his existing relationship with them. I generally headcanon that he and Phichit had a sort of platonic sexual relationship in college, which Yuuri had to cut off because Yuuri is the kind of person who just associates his sexuality with romance, and Phichit isn’t, and that’s fine but neither of them wanted to muddy the waters of their friendship. Yuuri was getting anxious and Phichit understood–Phichit also understood that Yuuri wanted something more out of a sexual relationship. For this reason, I guess I would say Yuuri is somewhere on the ace spectrum, probably Demi-sexual. If that makes sense? Sorry if that came out wrong. 

Viktor, on the other hand, is very straightforward. I headcanon Viktor as gay. Viktor likes having sex with men. He likes their voices, he likes being touched by men, he likes the way that men have sex. Obviously gender is a more complicated issue and Viktor has his own gender things, but generally Viktor is attracted to people who identify as men. Viktor has always wanted to have a husband, you feel?

AS FOR GENDER, that has its own labyrinth in my brain. I’ll attempt to be succinct:

I don’t think that Viktor or Yuuri is what would be considered trans, generally, but nor to I think either of them is straight forward, cis man, I was declared male at birth and that is what I am.

Except when I do. It’s complicated. 

Lets put it this way: If Yuuri, in some miraculous and joyous turn of events, were confirmed as a trans man, I would not be surprised, and I would also be very, very happy.

I’m uncomfortable talking about these things for the simple fact that I consider myself a cis woman. I don’t consider my gender so rigid and cut-and-dry as just ‘I am a woman, that’s all there is folks’, but nor do I consider myself a trans person in any way. The closest thing I’ve come to in explaining my own feelings on my gender is ‘demi girl’, but even that isn’t really??? appropriate. There’s not really a label for what I feel, but that doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I don’t experience dysphoria. It would probably bother me if someone used ‘he’ to refer to me. Not so much ‘they’, but still I prefer she/her which are the pronouns I was assigned at birth. For that reason, I don’t really feel like I belong in the discussion on trans issues–at least not as anything but an ally.

But yes. I see Viktor as genderqueer, in that he doesn’t generally mind WHAT pronouns people use for him or which gender people see him as; he dresses masculine at this point in his life, but hasn’t always. I think young Vitya probably wore a lot of skirts and liked to feel pretty. 

Yuuri is more comfortable being seen as male. I think he prefers a slightly gentler, more feminine style for himself than is generally considered ‘usual’ for men (whatever that means) but in the end he is a masculine person. 

Also, when I write Yuuri, it’s always in the back of my mind that he may be dfab. I’m not sure why, but it’s always there. I tend not to directly mention Yuuri’s anatomy as much as Viktor’s for this reason.

So yeah, I hope?? that makes sense and that I voiced myself in a respectful way? Yeah.

Why Phil is Mad

Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Summary:  “ ‘You’re-’ Dan laughed again, ‘You’re hard.’
Phil’s stare flickered of embarrassment for a second. ‘So?’ ”

Word Count:  1467 sins

TW: ??? none i think. male anger maybe

Warning: smut, little bit of fluff. does the beginning count as angst?

Additional Tags: blowjobs, frottage/grinding, needy!dan, dom!phil (the way it should be), ooc!phil (actually idk ive never seen phil horny), handjobs, masturbation.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dan or Phil nor do I pretend any of this truly happened. 

A/N: this is such shit im sorry this is my first smut and ahhhhhhh. i also chickened out and didn’t write full on sex. 

ps. please tell me about any spelling errors!

(if you prefer, you can read it on ao3)

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