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Energy Based Witchcraft and Quick Practices

All right, so this is essentially the beginning of energy related witchcraft that I’ll be posting about as I try it and learn new things. Feel free to try out some of the stuff I talk about here but please remember that this is your journey and you can and should edit and tweak everything to best fit you.

Types of Energy

Reserved Energy

Reserved Energy floats either just above or below your skin. It should feel like it’s attached to you and resist most attempts to use it. It is minimally pliant, minimally workable, and mostly just exists as a backup or protection.

Latent Energy

Latent Energy is typically a ball of energy that is extremely malleable and easily visualized. This type of energy is more ‘for your use’. It can be visualized anywhere in the body; however, where ever it best seems to fit (i.e. a ball of energy in your stomach, chest, head, etc) is normally where it stays. Latent energy is great to work with to give yourself a better mastery over molding both Reserved and Latent energy.

Neighboring/Immediate Energy

Neighboring (or Immediate) Energy is an amalgamation of your energies and outside forces. It’s best visualized and felt by meditating. If you’ve meditated and felt like you were basically out of your own body and hazy, you’ve felt Neighboring Energy. It’s less you and, as a by product, significantly harder to work with. It’s not as difficult as Reserved Energy since that’s an active rejection to change, and this is simply difficult because you’re reaching beyond yourself.

Visualizing Your Energy

Visualizing energy can be a bit tricky, but seeing your energy, in my opinion, is equally important as feeling it. Being able to see and acknowledge your energy makes feeling and moving it so much simpler. There are a couple of ways to visualize your energy, so we’ll hop into those first:

First Plane Visualization (FPV)

If you close your eyes to visualize your energy and the first thing you see is your body, this is where you’re at. First Plane Visualization essentially means your energy best manifests itself to you as a physical part of you. Personally, I feel this makes it easier to work with Latent and Reserved Energy, but harder to work with Neighboring.

Second Plane Visualization (SPV)

If attempting to visualize your energy brings up empty space with your energy in some form or shape in it, congrats, this is you. This type of visualization makes it significantly easier to work with energy that isn’t yours but more difficult to work with your own as well. Your energy seems to best manifest itself as a construct in your mind, essentially on a different plane than your physical body. To use it, you have to get around your own barrier between it and physicality whereas outside energies that are already on your plane don’t need any extra work for you to work with them.

When you visualize your energy, you’re essentially introducing yourself and greeting it. In the same way you most likely wouldn’t hand a stranger a thousand dollars, your energy isn’t likely to do much for you if you don’t at least know it.

Moving Your Energy

Think of your energy as a muscle, if you never use it, it becomes that much more difficult to begin using and to strengthen it.  Please don’t expect to hop in, visualize your energy once, and suddenly have it do everything you want it to.

First try visualizing your energy with your eyes closed. Spend some time with it, don’t demand anything of it. Is your energy naturally calm? Does it spin lazily as you sit with it? Is your energy a spitfire, constantly flinging out strands of itself and wrapping around everything it can without leaving it’s basic shape? Who is your energy? What kind of personality do you get from it?

Try to learn and love your energy every time you visualize it. When you’ve got the image of your energy firmly in your head, preferably to the point where you can almost feel  it wherever it’s best visualized, try moving it. Try to get a strand of it to detach from the bulk of your energy and pull it towards you. If that’s difficult, simply work on moving the bulk of your energy towards and away from you (SPV) or around your body (FPV). This should honestly take awhile. Remember that you’re not simply trying to visualize it, but feel it. As it moves, you should feel it. Once you’ve got a mastery of that, try opening your eyes and doing it over again.

When you can move your energy in bulk or pieces with a bit more ease, I recommend pushing it to the surface. The easiest place to feel Latent Energy is between your palms. If trying to move your energy with in yourself simply won’t work for you, try this instead, then move back to that later. To push your energy to your hands for FPV, imagine it wherever it tends to manifest itself. Push it, either in whole or (preferably) in part, down or up your body and into your palms. If you need your eyes closed to direct it, by all means, close them; however, once you’ve got it comfortably in your palms, open your eyes and try to get used to keeping a hold on your energy with your eyes open. Allow it to do as it pleases within the space between your palms. Start out with maybe half a foot between your hands and slowly increase the distance as you grow more confident.

For SPV, visualize your energy and bring it towards you. Bring out either two bits of it, still connected to the whole, or the bulk of it towards yourself until it feels like you’ve stepped inside of it or as though it’s encompassed you. Carefully, without losing that feeling, visualize it (either with your eyes opened or closed depending on what works better for you) sparking its way down your arms and into your hands. If that’s too far to visualize, simply imagine it condensing between or in your palms for the get-go. Because your own image is less involved in your own energy, expect to have a harder time keeping it where you want it to be.

Energy, like most objects, rejects movement without force. When you move it at first, it may feel like it snaps back to where it started no matter what you do. Keep practicing and remember that it hasn’t really moved in years, so it’ll take some work to get it to move now.

Energy Exercises

We’re finally at the end of what I can share for the time being. I only have a couple of practices that I’ve been using lately, only one of which I’ll add here, specifically for Reserved Energy because that’s what I’m practicing working with currently. I will update this as time goes on but I do want to be sure before I give put any exercises. For example, one of them uses hunger as a basis and I don’t know how I feel about giving a purpose to staying hungry, so I’ll wait to add that if at all.

Exercise 1

Find a cold room or area, cold enough to give you goosebumps but not enough to shiver. Furthermore, if it’s outdoors, make sure there’s little to no wind. Wear short or no sleeves. Allow the cold to seep into your skin. Visualize your reserved energy; this may be a thin layer above or below your skin.

If it appears above your skin, give it intent, push it to separate you from the cold. In practice, this literally felt like a wash of lukewarm warmth sliding down from my head. The cold felt like someone holding an ice cube near my skin, but didn’t actually make me cold.

If it appears below your skin, incite it to heat itself. The cold should sink into your skin and meet that barrier of energy and fizzle out. I can’t tell you how it feels in practice because my Reserved Energy appears above the skin. If you try this out and are okay to share, I’d love to know how it differs.

Updates

I’ll either update or make new posts on this as I learn. I love energy based craft and I’ve got a lot more things I’m practicing that I’m not confident enough in quite yet to share…but soon. Here’s a mini-list of what you can expect in the future:

Moving Energy Into Objects

Visualizing Neighboring Energy

Using Neighboring Energy

Taking Energy from an Object

NOTE: All of the names I’ve given energy, energy types, etc were made by me simply to make it easier to refer to and talk about. If you call any of the feelings or activities something else, by all means, continue doing so. This is just what makes it easiest to understand for me.

i really and truly resent grrm for not giving us a better idea of what the stark women were like without southern influences. esp pre conquest stark women who were married to the kings of winter. arya and sansa were raised in large part by a septa which is def atypical. those teachings were extensions of the seven which had no place in the north, prior to this generation. cat is a southerner and even ned was raised in the south and they both expect their daughters to learn the ways of that world. but without that ??? lyanna is the only other female character we have as an example and while she wasn’t allowed to use a sword (openly) she was far from “”ladylike”” like arya she’s described as being wild and boyish. theres no indication of embroidery in her upbringing but horseback riding. besides a lot of northern women do openly fight like the mormonts and the wildlings. 

i mean i dont think women of winterfell were all tomboys as a general rule but i do wonder how important a lot of the traditionally feminine pursuits we associate with ladies were to their roles and educations. were they expected to wear fancy dresses and sing or write poetry and embroider pretty things all while being gentle and sweet? i cant imagine so since this is a grim culture that revolves around a very harsh unforgiving land. the northerners are practical people. they dont like frivolousness. singers hardly even bother going up there, the only music the starks know is the howling of wolves ect. theres no grand septs with songs and few extravagant tourneys with knights. they worship in the forests and spend their time preparing ready for winter and the cold darkness. these were hard men so the women beside them would be harder too 

most of the northern women do seem to be more wild and willful as opposed to ladylike and courteous. we see this in arya and lyanna stark, wylla manderly and the mormont girls, meera reed and alys karstark, ygritte and val. in bran’s vision theres a woman who cuts a man’s throat and theres a reference to arya flint as being an adventurous climber. they fight, they ride, they don’t hold back. and right theres thats like 99% of the northern girls. 

so i think its pretty safe to say northern women tend to be more wild like the place they were born and raised in but i would still kill for a fully realized lady of winterfell who’s untouched by the south. mostly for arya’s sake. she thinks she’s unwelcome in her own place because the only female influences growing up were southern-like and they made her feel inferior. they expected her to be pretty and girly and….southern. but arya’s not a southern lady she’s a northerner. she needed a northern female elder who would’ve embraced her wildness instead of trying to tame it. too late for that now but i hope in the future she will realize that you can be a woman without being ladylike. i expect it’ll actually be a big part of her arc. and hopefully she will make friends with many of the above mentioned northern girls. because arya would have the baddest crew with meera and wylla and lyanna m. tbh. 

Offering Stones

Hello, there is a post on tumblr here that shows you how to make offering stones. They are beautiful! But additional reblogging of the post included mentions that baking soda is not safe for nature. So I tried to come up with a different type of offering stone that isn’t harmful. I attempted several experiments before I finally remembered making gingerbread ornaments as a kid that were not edible. The recipe I have for you is simple, completely environmentally safe and it will not mold over time.

Cinnamon Offering Stone Recipe:

¾ cup of applesauce

4 ounces of Cinnamon (about two jars from a grocery store)

Put the applesauce in a bowl and slowly mix in the cinnamon a little at a time. It will eventually start to thicken and ball up into a dough that you can form with your hands.

I added some herbs and flowers that I have dried myself just for an extra touch (although the cinnamon stones are a sufficient offering themselves) Pictured are thyme, rosemary, peppermint, roses, sage (leaf and flower).

Preheat your oven to 200° (fahrenheit) and bake them for 2 hours.

It’s up to you what size/shape you make them, so get creative! I made mine smaller (an inch to inch and a half) and made circular and heart shapes. I was able to get 33 cinnamon stones. (Added tip:  if you have a spot in your grocery store where you can buy “bulk” spices and measure your own, I suggest getting the cinnamon there. I was able to get 4 oz for about $3.15 which I know is cheaper than if I had purchased two jars of it.)

I am so glad these turned out this wonderfully! It really bummed me out when I found out the other recipe was no good. I wanted something that I could give back to nature if I take something (such as a rock or herb). You can leave these as a thank you or you can also offer these to a god or goddess.

The most important thing is that these are totally safe for the environment!

Did You See?

Author’s Note: lord i am so glad someone requested Jongin fluff so i could make up for the torture that is Mourning Air. this is a gift for @kpopandlock and i hope hope hope i have done this justice. romance comes very hard for me unless theres chapters of tension and build up, so i hope this makes every Nini stan swoon just a tiny bit <3 enjoy loves!

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Summary: every day, you fall a little bit more in love with your best friend, Jongin. everyday, you ache for him. everyday, you miss all the signs of something he’s been trying to tell you.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,068


Nini[2:06 AM]: you up?

Y/N[2:08 AM]: yeah why

Nini[2:08 AM]: are you hungry?

Y/N[2:10 AM]: !!! diner run? :)

Nini[2:11 AM]: i have a better idea ;)

Y/N[2:12 AM]: better than 2AM waffles?? D:

Nini[2:13 AM]: promise to keep an open mind

Y/N[2:14 AM]: nini it’s too early…or late idk to be open minded~~

Nini[2:15 AM]: ok then be spontaneous

Y/N[2:16 AM]: what are you suggesting

Nini[2:18 AM]: cheesesteaks

Y/N[2:18 AM]: im not fucking cooking at 2 in the morning, are you high

Nini[2:20 AM]: nooo let’s go GET them i know an amazing food truck in philly

Y/N[2:21 AM]: are you driving?

Nini[2:21 AM]: as long as you DJ

Y/N[2:22 AM]: come pick me up~~ <3

Nini[2:23 AM]: that’s my girl! be there in 10

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Take One

Take One: Scene One
[College Au! Taking an editing course with Christian]

As class came to an end your professor handed back your peer reviewed midterms. You honestly always thought peer reviewed was a fancy way of saying Your professor was too lazy to actually grade it themselves, but there were no complaints on your end. There was no way a classmate would fail you, they probably had the same anxiety.

Everyone was always lenient at peer reviews. Right?

“Alright Kids, remember to go over the discussion board, read the next chapter and start drafting ideas for the final” Professor Seo leaned on her desk, taking off her glasses. “Any questions?”

“Yeah, can I do a makeup midterm?” One of the kids in the back piped up.

She chuckled. “No make ups, but if anyone enters the film festival, that presentation will be used to replace their lowest grade, including a midterm. Next question?”

“Professor Seo, what is this?” you gasped turning over your paper.

“Is there a problem?” she raised a brow.

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Not-So-Silent Night

Request from anon: Levi and his female s/o sleeping together, cuddling tightly and comfy until levi hears her snoring in a cute soft way but he thinks it’s really cute and he teases her about it the next morning.

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“Ah.” Levi sighed quietly as he snuggled up behind you. After a long night of pointless paperwork, he was more than ready to cuddle up beside you and drift off to sleep.

However, as he placed his arm over your waist and molded his frame around you, he heard a faint noise.

“Hmm? You say something, babe?” Awaiting your response, he listened carefully as you inhaled, snoring quietly as you did so.

A smile crept on to his lips as he chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head before placing his lips to your temple gently. Closing his eyes, he couldn’t help but listen to the quiet sound of your snoring as he quickly drifted off to sleep.

“Mm, I’m still so tired.” You threw you arms up over you head as you sat up, yawning loudly.

“Tch, you’re tired? At least I didn’t keep you up with my snoring, brat.” His lips turned up in a smirk as he leaned over tom place a chaste kiss on your lips.

“What?” Mortified, you hoped desperately that you had heard him wrong.

“You heard me. You snore. It’s over. I know now and I don’t know if I can get past it. This might be it for us.”

You smacked his chest playfully as his lips cracked into a smile.

“You’re not funny.” A pout upon your lips, you stood up and began to walk away, but his strong hands were around your waist before you could step away and you were quickly pulled back into his lap.

“I’m only kidding. I think it’s sort of cute.” He pressed his lips to your cheek as he held you tight in his arms and you folded your arms over his in response.

“You’re a jerk.” Smiling now, you leaned your head back to rest it in the crook of his neck as he smoothed your hair.

“And you snore. I guess we’re even.” With a playful wink, he lifted your chin and pressed his lips to yours once more.

da-at-ass  asked:

People often ask what would you tell a witch who's just starting out, but what would you tell a seasoned and exasperated witch who's ready to (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ their altar and whole practice? I'm not in that headspace right now but I have been before, and I know lots of us have been.

I love this question, and it came at the perfect time, because I’m preparing for Self Season, which resulted from my own altar flipping frustration!

I don’t want this to be taken the wrong way, so let me state upfront that what I’m about to say has a GIANT caveat attached to it, but when I feel the overwhelming desire to just abandon something I love, and to give up? I give up. That’s my advice!

Okay, so the caveat – when I say quit, maybe I mean…pivot?

I’ll give an example! I mentioned Self Season, so we’ll look at those origins. 

At about 22, I had been practicing witchcraft for 13 years, and I hated it. I didn’t feel like my practice reflected what I wanted out of it. There were some things I liked, but at the time I had been trying to force myself into a Neo-Wiccan mold for over a decade that didn’t fit me. And I tried to change myself to get there, and that didn’t work. And I changed it to suit me better, but I never felt comfortable.

After realizing I’d forgotten Lughnasadh YET AGAIN, and that I honestly did not care, I finally felt like I had to accept it. Witchcraft mattered to me. Paganism mattered to me. 

But Wicca? I didn’t give a fuck about it and I never did. And I was miserable because I’d been trying to force something to work that just wasn’t meant to, mostly just because I wanted a label to give me comfort and structure, even if it didn’t fit.

That was the moment when I said, okay, well I have no idea what I am now. I guess I’m just your average hellbound witch. And thus the seed of my blog began to take root :’)))

But right after that is when I sat down with a sheet of paper and wrote down the things I was ACTUALLY interested in. The kinds of magic I wanted to do, or at least learn more about. 

And then I made myself a reading list, because I love a good reading list. And I added podcasts and blogs as well. If it was related to one of my areas of interest – animal magic, local witchcraft, potions, and more – I put it on my list. 

And then I spent the next year or so reading and learning and figuring out how to be what I wanted to be and not what I thought I should be (based off of criteria that had nothing to do with what I wanted or what made me happy).

And it was awesome.

I haven’t wanted to quit since then, and I think part of what has helped that is that I made that self-auditing period I took in August an annual thing. I check in every year on where I’m at and what I’ve learned and what I want to learn. I look at parts of my practice that maybe don’t make any sense for who I am anymore and I see if I can evolve them or I cut them out if necessary.

For example, a lot of what I learned about in the realm of animal magic was very useful even across other areas. The influence that my animal magic studies had on my card spirit work isn’t often acknowledged, but it’s there. Still, at the end of the day, I just didn’t care that much about working with animals. And rather than try and force that, I said, okay, I’ll let it go.

My general opinion is that if something makes you want to quit that badly, then something is probably wrong

So my advice is to find out what’s wrong, and a LOT of the time the answer to that is “I’m trying to make this thing work for me that isn’t supposed to work like this.” and the answer is to step back and try it a different way or do something else. 

I think people feel like they want to quit because it’s hard, so they just need to power through it, but it’s hard because you’re not supposed to be doing it….

Which like, the witchy/pagan/whatever community is very much built on this culture of suffering. If you’re happy then you’re doing it all wrong XDD and I don’t think that helps at all!

So yeah, to recap:

  1. take a look at what’s not making you happy
  2. stop doing that thing
  3. figure out how to do it better or:
  4. figure out what to do instead
  5. do that

And that’s my advice :’)))

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now that the results are finally out i can share this with you guys on here too!

I painted this head for the DoA customisation contest a-and I got second place with it… I’m so shocked and happy, I NEVER thought I’d actually get anywhere near second place! The head will stay like this, I really fell in love with the mold all over again after painting this… Hope you guys like it too!


(i also made those custom eyes that i really ended up liking hehe)

Title: Teenage Rebellion
Fandom: Stranger Things
Characters: Jonathan Byers x Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,355
Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of bullying
Notes: Based on a request from an anon for “Could you do a Jonathan Byers fic with the prompt ‘I always hide in this one stairwell whenever I’m having a mental breakdown / existential crisis / etc but today when I came here you were already there’ Thank you!”

Originally posted by therealspideyman

Jonathan Byers had grown very accustomed to people whispering about him, often pointing and giggling amongst themselves as they did so. Because of this, it didn’t bother him when a few of his peers began gossiping about him – until he heard his mother’s and brother’s names come up.

“I still don’t think that Will Byers ever really went missing. That freak show of a family probably just wanted to land some paid interviews or something.”

I think the mom is a bit of a schizo. She probably just had a psychotic break and made the whole thing up.”

Jonathan could hear the teacher yelling after him as he left the room. He knew that if he had to sit there and listen to those idiots for another second, he’d have ended up getting suspended. The teachers would undoubtedly be looking for him, so he went to the one place he knew they’d never check.

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what if

the boy hasn’t been there a week when he sets the cutlery dancing, and petunia screams so loudly that dudley starts crying. the spoons and forks and dear god knives drop clattering to the ground, the boy’s eyes wide and confused and so much like her sisters that petunia wants to die

“you could have hurt us!” she shouts “you could have sent those knives into our skin don’t you understand!” but he doesn’t understand, he’s just a baby, and he doesn’t know the terrible weight of her terror, only that she’s yelling at him, and petunia stands in the middle of her kitchen with her cutlery on the floor and two little boys crying. she’s twenty three years old and an orphan and an only child and the only thing she wants in this world is not to be made a widow too, to not lose her husband or her child, the only people she has left on this godforsaken earth

that night she curls into vernon’s chest and cries. vernon isn’t the brightest boy who’d thought her pretty and funny, but he worked hard and he offered to provide for her when she had nothing. he loved her in a simple, unassuming way that petunia had never managed to love anything in her whole life, so when she starts sobbing he puts his big arms around her and holds her close and petunia likes this too, that vernon is big enough to hide her from the world, to wrap her in his arms and make her feel petite and dainty when her whole life she’s just been lanky and awkward. “we don’t have to keep him,” he rumbles, and he didn’t have an opinion about magic one way or the other in the beginning, but he despises anything that makes her cry, and she been doing a lot of crying

the thought of keeping him is like knives to her insides - raising a magic child with lily’s eyes makes her stomach roll and throat tighten, and she hates that baby for taking away her sister, for being magic, for being a constant reminder of everything petunia has never been and never had, and why did lily have to have a magic baby, why not a normal one, why hadn’t lily left her with a child she was capable of loving

but the only thing worse than that is giving him away to someone else, to never see her sister’s eyes again, to have that boy be another in a long list of failures, and even from the grave her sister won’t let her be. she was finally happy before this, with a husband who loved her and a baby who laughed and a great many foolish neighbors whom were far more interesting than any daytime drama, and then lily has to come in doing what she always does, ruining her life

she shakes her head, and vernon rubs her back and doesn’t push her. she’s too selfish to give him away and not a good enough person to love him, and that baby is doomed, lily never should have left her the boy

she changes him and feeds him and sometimes she tries to not hate him, but he’s just this red squalling mess that she’s forced to clean up, and god, why her, they should have picked anyone but her, she was not built to love, she’s always been crap at it

the friends she used to have are all finishing university and starting jobs, and she’s a housewife with two children, and it occurs to her as she dances around the house, dudley giggling in her arms, that she hasn’t seen them in months and the last time they talked they had nothing really to talk about. some part of her regrets that, regrets that she never completed school (she would have made a brilliant chef, and maybe it’s not the same as the restaurant she once dreamed of running, but her dinner parties will be the talk of the neighborhood) but vernon loves her and dudley loves her and it’s enough, for once in her life something is enough

or maybe it would be, if she didn’t have the boy starring at her, all day with those big eyes, and she doesn’t hold him if she can help it, doesn’t sing to him like she sings to dudley or read him stories or tell him he’s perfect and lovely and the best little boy in the world, because that child killed her sister and has the power to kill her too, or worse her family. she meets his eyes and wonders why the hell the boy is still in her house, why hasn’t she gotten rid of him yet, she could drop him off at the leakey cauldron and someone would take him, would take care of him, maybe they’d even find someone who could love him, and petunia would never have to see him again, never have to look into those bright green eyes, the same sea glass green as her sister’s -

petunia grabs the side of the boy’s crib so tightly it creaks underneath her, and she didn’t know a baby could look wary, but this one does, looks at her like she’s strange and dangerous and like she’s an almost-adult who’s not his mother and not his kind and doesn’t like him very much, and she doesn’t know if she wants to laugh or cry or maybe just close her eyes and pretend for one moment that she never had a little sister, that she never had a little girl following her around with a gap toothed grin and hair like fire who loved her in the simple, unassuming way of children that she’d never mastered even when she herself was a child

but the moment breaks and when she looks down the boy is still looking back, her sister is still looking back. her love is a ferocious, ugly thing, it fills her and pokes through her and against her, like a broken mirror squeezed into a plastic bag her love cuts her open the cuts anyone who tries to get close, and she’s suffocating and drowning and dying with the terrible intensity of this feeling pressing against her and pressing her open and

and there has to be some of this terrible weight in her that she can spare for this child. her sister is dead and this child is all she left behind, the only part of lily she’ll ever have again, and maybe this boy won’t love like petunia does, maybe he’ll love in the simple unassuming way of children and fools, and if she can just bring herself to care for him the slightest bit he might love her

she picks him, not to feed or change or bathe him, but just to have the boy in her arms. he’s lighter than her son, and she doesn’t feed him any less, it’s like his bones are hollow, like he’s a bird ready to fly away, and she’s exhausted by all the people that seem determined to leave her. she’s never forgiven anyone anything her whole life, but she’ll forgive this child for being born if only he’ll love her and not leave her

she tucks the boy’s head beneath her chin and rubs his back and this time when she cries and rocks him in her arms she swears these are the last tears she’ll shed over her dead sister

“we’re keeping him,” she tells vernon over dinner, as if that hadn’t been the plan already, but maybe vernon is brighter than she’d given him credit for because he looks at the boy and reaches out a beefy hand to gently trace the side of the baby’s face, the first time he’s ever touched the boy, and says, “whatever you want”

something tight in her loosens at that, even though she’d known it all along. vernon works hard so she doesn’t have to, had a baby younger than they’d been planning because she’d wanted one, moved to this neighborhood even though his work is on the other side of town because she’d liked the house, and she says the boy’s theirs so now he is, simple at that. if her love is jagged glass than vernon’s is clay, molding over and around her to keep her safe and happy and petunia lunges across the table and kisses him with all the passion she’d be embarrassed to let the neighbors see.

vernon’s hands settle on her hips, big and heavy and the anchor that keeps her tethered when her heart beats a thousand miles a minute and all she can think of is her dead parents and her dead sister and her friends who she doesn’t talk to anymore. but she has her husband and her son and now she has harry, and that will be enough

she’ll make it be enough

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I moved into this house on July 1. @eponymous-rose came to visit on July 3, which was the first time I noticed the drywall was wet on this problem west wall. Today, October 10, is the very first day since that day where my wall is repaired and painted and dry and flat, my roof is completely new and completely intact, my art has been replaced everywhere it belongs, every floor is vacuumed and clean, every dish is washed, every surface dusted, all my clothes are clean, and I feel like I can finally, finally, finally begin to enjoy this house.

Next major project: painting the pink and purple bedrooms upstairs. At least this is actually something I WANT to do, not that I HAVE to do at risk of my & Hamlet’s health.

whew.

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Overwatch fic: The catdads and that time they met up with McCree after the Fall.

Remember when I said I was writing this, a year and a day ago?  No warnings.  The cut is just for length.
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Jesse’s clients showed him the documentation on his targets before he took the job, and it’s pretty clear he’s after a real pair of desperadoes.  These two have left a trail of bodies, theft, and occasional devastation in their wake from one hemisphere to the other, and he reckons it’s about time someone put a stop to it.

When they nail him in an ambush, he realizes that someone’ll have to be someone else.

His arms get pinned from behind by a grip that feels like a bear’s, claws and all.  The other one drops down in front of him from an awning three stories up and then uncoils from his crouch like he’s made of shock absorbers.  “Jesse McCree,” that one says in a low growl of a voice.  Grand, being recognized always goes so well for him. “You look like a werewolf, kid.”

The man holding him laughs.  It sounds beyond rough, almost inhuman, and kinda smug.  Jesse knows it well.  He’s heard that insult more than a few times, too.

“Well, damn,” he says faintly as the shock sets in.  

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Homemade Bath Bombs

So what are bath bombs? Every time I walked into stores like LUSH i would be amazed at the variety they had and the beautiful scents. I have only bought one bath bomb from there, simply because they cost about $5-7! Insane. I mean they are wonderful but 6 $ for one bath, its pretty steep. So I started doing some research to see how I could make my own. I love taking baths but 6$ a bomb was just not gonna happen, and sometimes you do need some of that fun fizzy stuff. 

I found a basic recipe and it seemed that I had everything I needed except for citric acid. I bought this bag on Amazon and have also found other uses for it around the house (like switching for that shining powder for the dishwasher, it works the same!). It was 17 bucks, but I mean I could probably make close to 120 bath bombs if I wanted to. So I definitely think it was worth it.

This recipe is super easy to do and I had my girlfriends over for a little bath bomb tutorial. I was so fun! We all brought our own flowers and made our own mixes. Some of them even got more creative than me and mixed colors. Beautiful!


This was my first time attempting these and I’m sure I will only get better at them. This time we only used the essential oils I had on hand which were Orange, Eucalyptus, and Lavender. So good! Maybe I’ll invest in some of those cool globe shaped molds, not too sure though. Anyway let’s get started!

Here is what you will need!

A large bowl

1 cup of Baking soda (Buy it in bulk at Costco if you can!)

½ cup of citric acid

½ cup of corn starch (not pictured, oops!)

½ cup of Epsom Salts (I used unscented but I’m sure scented would be fine as well)

1 tablespoon of almond oil (you can also use jojoba oil or coconut)

Any bath bomb mold (I used my cupcake molds, you can also use easter eggs, or use those nice globe molds if you have em!)

A spray bottle with water

Any essential oils you like!

A cookie sheet with a kitchen towel laid on top, and piece of parchment paper on top of that *OPTIONAL*

food coloring *OPTIONAL*

Flowers *OPTIONAL*

INSTRUCTIONS:

1. In the large bowl pour the baking soda, citric acid, corn starch and epsom salts and mix gently with your hands, a fork, or even a whisk. Do this carefully and slowly, if you’re trying to avoid a big powdery mess.

2. Add your essential oils. I added 12 drops of lavender essential oil and 8 drops of eucalyptus. For this amount of mix, you want to stick to about 20-25 drops of oil. I”ll talk about some good scent mixes in another post! So look out for that! 

3. OPTIONAL! If you are adding food coloring, make sure you do it a few drops at a time. I added about 10 drops of green and 5 drops of blue but it can be different for you. When you add the drops add them in separate spots so that too much of the citric acid won’t start reacting. At this point you will start to see some fizzing, but don’t worry, just start mixing it all up.

4. Once you have reached the desired color, you will start to add the water from the spray bottle. Add one spray at a time, mix all the way through, and then add more. You want to reach a wet sand consistency, and it should hold its shape when you squeeze it together.

5.Grab your mold and start packing in your mix, if you are using flowers you can put them at the very bottom of the cupcake tin and then pack in the mix as tight as you can. Here’s my friend Kayla packing it in!

6. Let the bath bomb set in the tins for 10 minutes.

7. Slowly turn the mold over and gently tap it against the table to release the bath bombs. After all of them are out you can let them set for 1-2 days (depends on how much water you added). If you’re impatient, like me, you can heat your oven to 200 degrees. Once it reaches temperature, turn it off and place your bath bombs on that cookie sheet with the towel and parchment paper. Leave them in the oven for about 4 hours! don’t open it or reheat it just let it be.

That’s it!!! If you do not use the oven, you can leave them out for a couple days and you can use them when they are dry! 

No more spending tons of money for bath bombs! Super easy to make and you’ll love them!

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Here goes nuthin! I’m about to pour the molds for these. Last time I made a mold was in art school and I think that was plaster of Paris. This time I’ll be using a silicone rubber called Dragon Skin made by Smooth-On. Pot life is about 8 minutes and it should set in a little over an hour. On the main piece I’ve added air vents made from coffee stirrers to prevent bubbles from getting trapped. The larger drinking straws are going to be the pour spouts for the casting material. Hopefully, this will be a successful first attempt, cause Dragon Skin ain’t cheap!

You’re No Father

Request: 
“I requested Anti and Dark putting their differences aside to punish Reader’s father for the emotional abuse he put her through. Thanks in advance!”

Warnings: mentions of torture, blood, and family abuse.

Originally posted by anti-sxpticeye

Originally posted by markfangirl

There was no excuse for what he had done. 
There was no excuse that you could muster up, or wanted to say that would stop them from interfering. 
Already the lights were flickering. The temperature in the room plummeting. 
Your father, oblivious to what was happening, continued to rant. His words were like knives. Digging into your armor that you so perfectly created for times like these. Molded over years from the same treatment that crumpled your confidence and twisted your reflection when you gazed into the mirror. 
You cowered under his gaze. Tears misting the edges of your eyes as his voice sharpened angrily. 
You tried to move away, tear yourself from his rage but your father stepped in front of you. Blocking your exit. 
The light above the two of you popped when your father stabbed a finger against your chest, his words raising in volume. 
The two of you were thrown into darkness for a moment.
But then the TV from the other room started to illuminate a soft green glow.  
You said nothing as your father moved around you towards the light. Pressure was building against your body and you wiped away your tears as a hand gently touched your back. 
“Go to your room,” A deep voice said in your ear. “I’ll come and get you when we’re finished.
You nodded, shaking all over as you fled to your room. 

Your father stepped into the lounge-room. Glaring at the TV as the screen fizzled and buzzed with glitched images. 
The closer he got, the more clearer the pictures became. 
A static screen of you when you were younger. Playing around in the backyard with a sprinkler and a dog, but then it changed. The image darkened as your father appeared on screen. His expression frozen in a shout of rage and you on your knees crying. 
It flickered to another image of you sitting at a desk and doing homework. You were crying, tears ran down your face as you labored over school-work. 
Behind you, your father was again bellowing. His fists clenched and his anger clear in his eyes. 
“No father would treat they’re young so disrespectfully.” A cold voice growled behind your father. 
He spun, his confusion turning to anger as he stared at Dark. “Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” 
Dark loosened his tie a little, smoothing down his coat as he glared. “My name is irrelevant. And my purpose here is to teach you a lesson.”
Your father went to speak but a hand wrapped our his throat, cutting off his air supply as another figure appeared behind him.
A maniacal cackle burst from Anti’s lips as he pressed a blade against your father’s throat.
“Oh yes, we’re here to show you what happens when you mess with our girl/boy.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Your father spat, “Let go of me! I’ll call the police!”
Dark chuckled, a humorless sound that chilled your father’s heart. “You won’t do anything of the sort. Because we won’t let you go until you’re begging for mercy from (Y/N). And even then we’ll keep going, because you didn’t stop tormenting them when they asked.”
Anti giggled, his head wildly flipping out. “Where should we start? The tongue was the worse offender. Maaaybe we should cut it out. Sow it somewhere else.”
Dark hummed, edging closer. “All those years of pain you put (Y/N) through will be carved into your skin. Do you understand?”
Your father went to retort but Dark’s fist slammed into his nose. Anti cackled and threw him down. 
The two lunged on him like predators on down prey.

In your room, you had the stereo playing loud. Burying yourself in whatever distracted you.
But even with the music blasting, you could still hear your fathers cries. Barely audible through the walls.
To say you felt bad would be a lie.
A few hours later, your door opened and you shut off the music as Dark dragged a limp, but groaning body into your room.
The two were speckled with blood. Your father however, was bleeding, his limbs torn and some of his fingers were broken. 
Nasty bruises covered him, his face already swelling from the assault it went through.
Anti kicked your father, a wide grin on his face. “Well, spit it out.”
Your father, not having the strength to even lift his head, tried to form words through his bloodied lips. But only a small whine left his throat.
Dark growled impatiently, reaching down and picking the man up by the remnants of his shirt.
“Speak, filth. Or we’ll begin again until you do.” Dark hissed angrily.
“I-I’m sorry,” Your father managed to say. “I wasn’t the best father. I should have been better. I should have treated you like a daughter, not a stranger. Please, I’m sorry.”
You glared at him, crossing your arms. “I don’t want apologies. All I ever wanted was a father who treated me as they were meant too. You put me through hell, treated me like shit. I couldn’t care less for your ‘sorry’s’. I just wanted to be treated like a daughter/son.”
Your father whimpered as Dark dumped him on the floor. “Come, kitten, we’re taking you somewhere else.”
Dark gestured for you to follow and Anti led the way out of the room. Leaving your father bleeding and broken on your bedroom floor.  

“Don’t make this sentimental.”

Previous parts: “Someone like me doesn’t get happy endings.” | “I can take care of myself.”

Word count: 1712

Warnings: none

A/N: The final part to this Bucky x reader series! Hope you guys like it.

Mood music: At Last by Martin Landh

Originally posted by little--batman

It’s three in the morning and you’re still awake, staring at the man who shared your bed. His head rests in his hands as he sleeps peacefully for the first time in seventy years and you smile as you think about how much you truly loved him. The pain he’d suffered melted away when he was with you and he looked entirely at peace and content as he slept, a welcome change to the guilt ridden hours he spent awake.

You shift against him, leaning into him as he sleeps and you curl your fingers in his soft hair; it was shorter since he cut it a few weeks ago. It suits him, you think as you study the face you fell in love with. You trace the contour of his cheek before traveling down to caress the hard edge of his jaw. You move down to his left shoulder and stroked the scars that joined his flesh to metal. Your fingers continue down to the curve of back, stroking down his spine. Then, as if a spell is broken, his eyes open to find yours gazing into them.

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Best Distraction. (Peter Parker.)

Requested – No.

Prompt – Peter Parker breaks up with you because Tony Stark thinks you are a distraction.

Warning – Cursing.

Words – 1,328.

Requests?

Everyone has a distraction in his or her life and some people can easily remove it, but others are not so lucky. It can be so hard to cut an important person from your life such as a significant other, but some individuals think that they are better off without them. That leads to them completely cutting the valuable person off from their lives. However, sometimes distractions are our only hold of reality.

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Ovulating

Originally posted by pinkharold

Summary: You’re ovulating while Harry’s family is over.

Warning(s): This is smutty!!!

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I laid in bed next to my husband, scrolling through my phone. The tv was on in the background when all of the sudden I got a notification from my ovulation bracelet app telling me that I was fertile. 

“Harry, I’m ovulating.” I told my husband immediately. 

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