Guess who just got back from her script read and found out that the next musical the company is doing is The Addams Family and that she was pretty much precast as Mortica Addams for the next musical, and that her as Morticia was a promise that had to be made to the actor who is playing Gomez as a selling point?
Guys. GUYS. It’s not completely set in stone, but…oh my God, I might be playing one of my ultimate childhood idols.
A/N: inspired by the lovely josh dun is my first smut piece! i got a request for a disneyland smut for josh since he was recently there and i had to post it asap. i have also only been to the california disneyland so if it’s not accurate that’s why. and im also listening to a classic disney songs playlist. enjoy. this took forever.
Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader
Type: Fluff, Full Smut
Warnings: DisneyWorld sex, public thrills, cursing, sex sex sex, unprotected (reader on birth control), dirty talk, blood, all the good shit (i think thats it?)
Touring with the band twenty one pilots was always interesting. But lately, you had felt like you were going stir crazy. No doubt, something interesting was always going on, but you wanted to go explore the world you were touring. The boys had a show in Tampa in a few days, so they spent those days rehearsing while you spent the day roaming the arena, laying in Josh’s bunk, or laying in the dressing room. The boys were about to wrap up for the night, so you decided to make your way to the bus early.
As you settled in the bunk, you pulled out your laptop and scrolled through movies. You decided on The Little Mermaid and you sat back, not bothering to plug in your headphones, leaving the sound playing loudly, making you immersed in it.
However, just as Kiss The Girl was playing, you hear Tyler and Josh bounding onto the bus, laughing about something you didn’t know of.
“Where’s my girl?” Josh called out.
You stuck your hand out of the bunk signaling your location. You heard the footsteps padding in your direction and you jumped slightly as a damp Josh whipped open the curtain. He was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts and his hair was damp from the shower he just took. Water droplets rested on his toned shoulders and you stared for a moment, but turned back to the movie. He leans down to watch the end of the song and cheekily turns to you, kissing you softly. You pull away laughing.
“Stop being so cheesy, you make me sick,” Tyler comments, laying in his own bunk.
You turn back to the movie and Josh squeezes into the confined space to cuddle up to you and watch with you. Throughout the movie, you share small talk and enjoy each others company. When the movie is over, the idea suddenly pops in your head.
“Let’s go to Disneyworld!” you nearly shout. Josh looks at you with excited eyes. Since they have the day off tomorrow, it would be perfect. Josh nudges Tyler in his bunk, who is facetiming Jenna.
“Hey dude you wanna go with us to Disney tomorrow?” He asks. Tyler pulls out his earphones and turns to Josh.
“No, I think I’m just going to chill here. You and Y/N should go though, it will be the ultimate goals!” Tyler emphasizes the last bit with a girly voice, making you both laugh. You silently thank the gods that Tyler is going.
Touring was amazing, truly in every way. But you and Josh had barely had any alone time in weeks and you were suffering. The last time you got two minutes alone in the dressing room, Tyler walked in on you, pants off, Josh’s bright yellow hair between your thighs. You hadn’t done as much as feel each other up since. Maybe you would get some more alone time in a Disney bathroom, you hoped. Twisted, so twisted, but the thought made your thighs clamp together.
“So it’s set, tomorrow, you, me, and Walk Disney!” Josh climbed into the bunk again, nearly pouncing on you with excitement.
“I can’t wait!” you responded with as much enthusiasm.
“Let’s watch Hercules now!” he said with the enthusiasm of a child, settling comfortably next to you. You clicked on the movie, settling into Josh with his arm wrapped around you.
Sometime during Hercules, you had fallen asleep soundly. Early the next morning, you had woken up by Josh shaking your arm and repeating the phrase ‘disneyworld’ over and over until you got up.
You slipped on some comfortable clothes and brushed your hair, applying a comfortable amount of makeup on the couch with a mirror on the table beside the couch. Josh walked into the room you were applying makeup to grab a shirt, shirtless and wearing black jeans and you couldn’t help but stare. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and stared at his back flexing as he bent over.
“Like what you see?” he asked, smirking and sauntering over to you. You nodded, still biting your lip, as he got close to your face. You turned to him so that you were sitting, facing front on the couch as he put his arms down, boxing you in with his arms against the couch.
“Do something about it, then,” he said.
You lunged at him, standing up and attaching your lips to his. You jumped, and he caught you, holding your backside with his big hands. He laid you down on the couch, settling on top of you, keeping your lips attached.
As always, Tyler opened the slide door and started to talk but stopped when he saw what was going down.
“Josh the uber is here- oh my god not again,” he said covering his eyes. You two didn’t even jump back, just detached your lips and Josh sighed, hanging his head.
“Alright Ty, we’ll be right out,” he said.
He picked his head up and muttered, “to be continued,” as he pecked your nose and climbed off of you. He slipped on a white tank top and you fixed your lipstick and adjusted your hair, picking up your bag and heading out the door with Josh following. You both waved goodbye to Tyler and nearly leaped off the bus, happy to be having some alone time.
The entire ride to the theme park, Josh was about to explode with excitement, as were you. As the uber dropped you off, you and Josh climbed out of the car and nearly ran to the ticket booth, paying and getting tickets to go inside.
Once you got your bag checked and your ticket scanned, you walked into the entrance, smiling and looking around, taking in the full ambience of everything.
Josh slipped his hands in yours and spun you around, laughing. You walked into the park, hand in hand, excited as the kids around you.
You decided to ride the ‘big rides’ first so that you can make your way back to the kiddie park and ride rides there on your way out.
After riding Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, and many others, you made your way to the final ride of the ‘big’ rides: Tower of Terror. This was your absolute favorite ride and you nearly combusted when you saw it. You ran to get in line, ignoring the stares you were getting. The people just in front of you glanced at you and snapped their head forward. When it was almost time to get on the elevator seat carriage. You looked and saw the person was acting strange, but saw the back of their shirt. On the back of the black shirt donned a twenty one pilots logo. You smiled at Josh and pointed. Josh smiled, wanting to poke fun.
“Hey,” he said, tapping the person, “What are those marks on your shirt?” he asked, smirking. The person and their friends smiled and hugged Josh, snapping pictures with him.
You had sat right in front of the fans during the ride and as the ride took you up and dropped, Josh held your hand tightly in the air as you screamed with joy.
As you exited the ride, you and Josh waved bye to the fans, before heading to the castle where all the princesses were. You snapped a picture of Josh meeting Elsa and Anna per fan’s request, and put it on Twitter and Snapchat, laughing at the explosive responses.
It had come time to start finishing up, and the last ride you decided on was the Little Mermaid ride. Since the ride was dark, kind of lengthy, and you were mostly away from other people for the majority of the time, you made an action plan in your head and smirked.
Sat in the seashell seats, once you and Josh entered the darkness, you leaned over and placed your mouth on his roughly. Josh got the message quickly and grabbed your face, kissing you so hard you may bruise. He moved and kissed the side of your neck, making you moan softly. You shifted so that he was underneath you and you were straddling him in the confined space. He came to your lips and whispered, “You gotta be quiet, babygirl. Wouldn’t want everyone else on this ride knowing you’re my little whore.”
The moment he said that, the ride came to a halt. You and Josh pulled away and looked around, you kneeling and straddling his lap, your heat on his crotch that you could feel hardening. The music still contunued playing, the visuals still moving, but the seashell cart you were in was completely stopped. It was strange mainly because the ride was a nonstop ride and was supposed to always be in motion. Part of Your World suddenly faded out and the announcer came on the loud speaker.
“Dear DisneyWorld attendees, we are expiriencing some technical difficulties. Please stay remained in your seat and remain calm until the ride continues or instructed otherwise,” he said, then the music continued playing.
This was all Josh needed to reattach his lips to yours as his hand travelled to your breast. He felt it and cupped it, squeezing it softly. He kept your lips attached to his, and his hand travelled further down your body until it was resting where you needed him the most. He rubbed your heat through your jeans and kissed the spot on your neck that drove you crazy.
“Josh.. please,” you moaned in a whisper.
“Please what, baby? Use your words,” he smirked.
“Touch me,” you moaned again.
Josh moaned, kissing your lips again, as his hand skillfully unbuttoned your jeans with one hand. He slipped his single hand into your pants and delved into your folds.
“You’re such a dirty whore, look at you. All drenched for me on a fucking children’s ride,” he whispered as you moaned at his words.
He quickly reached up with his other hand and covered your mouth.
“You filthy little girl, you gotta keep it down baby,” he smirked.
His fingers rubbed your clit in vigorous circles as you nearly bit his hand in pleasure. He sucked at your neck and bit softly, leaving a mark as you yelped. He continued to rub while your hands grabbed the back of his white tank in fistfulls. Suddenly, his slender fingers slipped inside of you, making you arch your body towards his.
The ride finally started moving again and Josh only worked his fingers faster inside you. You felt the heat growing in the pit of your stomach.
“J- Josh, I’m close baby,” You said, screwing your eyes shut, ready for the pent up feelings to be released.
“Too bad,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and sucking them clean.
“What the fuck?” You angrily asked, settling down in your seat again.
“We’re almost at the end of the ride, baby,” he smiled, kissing your cheek.
“This isn’t over,” you glared at him with dark eyes.
“I sure hope not,” he grins, sitting back in his seat.
The ride opens up again and you are faced with the setting sun and loads of people waiting. You two nearly jump out of the ride and he takes your hand in his, still damp from the events earlier. You exit the ride and the worker smiles at you, but your focus is set to one place: the parking lot. People are staring at you two, probably because of the light bruises on your neck and the obvious bulge in Josh’s jeans. You whip out your phone, ready to schedule an uber, but you’re cut short.
“Josh Dun!” a boy exclaims. Josh smiles, pulling his shirt down to cover the obvious tightness in his lower region. You pull back a bit and see the small crowd of fans forming. Josh pulls in the guy for a hug, poses for a picture, and you see some girls in the tiny group giggling and staring at you. They approach you and shyly ask for a picture, which you put up a fake smile, getting in the selfie. Just before the picture snaps, you see the large hickey on your neck, which is proudly out for the picture. Your heart drops, but before you could say a thing, Josh is the one pulling you away. As more people start to recognize him, Josh starts looking around. Once he spots it, he drags you towards the secluded area.
“Josh what are we doing?” you ask, frustrated and tired of him pulling your arm.
“I can’t fucking wait until the tour bus. We’re taking care of this right the hell now,” he mutters, voice taken down a few octaves.
He sees the ajar closet beside a restaurant and rushes in with you in tow. He slams the door, locks it, and slams you up against it, connecting his mouth to yours with a sloppy kiss.
“You dirty girl,” he moans, gripping the bottom of your shirt and roughly pulling it off of you, sending your sequined Mickey ears flying. You do the same, throwing his white tank top to the side, his own Mickey ears going with it. You run your fingers through his bright yellow hair, down his arms, all over his chest. He body was a masterpiece and you wanted to touch every inch of him. The thing that set your nerves ablaze the most, however, was the fact that he felt the same way about you. He slips off your bra and runs his hands over your breasts, feeling your nipples. He massages them for a while and you moan, “Josh, please, stop teasing.”
He shoves your pants down your legs and his breath hitches.
“I didn’t even realize you weren’t wearing any panties, holy shit,” he says, voice breathy.
You step out of your pants, kneeling down where your face was at his crotch. You palm him through his jeans and he lets out a loud groan.
“Please baby,” he whines.
You undo his belt buckle and pull his jeans down, his briefs coming after. He steps out of them and you grab for his large erection, expecting to put your mouth to it. However, he grabs your hair and you stand back up.
“No, not today. I need to be inside you,” he says, lust dripping from his words like acid. You smirk, pecking his earlobe.
“Then use me. Fuck me until I scream your name and can’t walk.”
Something snaps inside of Josh. He throws you against a table in the small closet and bends you over it, your back touching the cold wood. He throws your legs around his waist and bends over you, squeezing your breasts. He puts the tip to your entrance and you arch your back.
“Fuck Josh,” you groan. He finally slips into you, filling you up. You let out a loud moan as Josh starts his fast pace, thrusting in and out of you at a high speed. All the pent up frustration and sexual tension was finally coming out and all you could do was moan repetitions of his name. Since it had been so long, you felt the familiar tension in your stomach growing already. Josh kept his pace and you clawed at his back, drawing blood. He nipped at your neck and you yelped again.
“Fuck Josh, I’m gonna come,” you nearly scream, his thrusts only getting faster.
“Come baby, come all over me,” he says back, and that’s it for you.
The best orgasm of your life washes over you and the only coherent thought that can cross your mind is Josh. You moan his name again and again. You feel everything but feel completely numb and you are sure you come close to blacking out because of the intensity of it. Your body shakes as you ride the aftershocks, clenching yourself to get Josh to his high.
“Fuck babygirl, that’s so hot,” he moans as he twitches inside of you. You feel him spill deep inside of you with a shaky final moan.
Josh slips out of you and you look down and realize.
“Holy shit, did I really squirt?” you ask, shocked.
“I’ve never made you do that before, holy shit, that was so hot,“ he says, finally pushing off you, looking for something to clean up with. You lean up off the table, feet touching the warm ground where Josh’s feet were and try to stand up, but hold the table for dear life, a pain surging through your lower region.
“Well you stayed true to your word,” you giggle, and Josh comes over to help you get dressed.
“Sorry, babe,” he winks, slipping your shirt onto you.
“Don’t apologize, I loved it,” you smile, kissing him again, stepping in your pants. You slip on your shoes and Josh puts on his own clothes. You call for an Uber and he smooths his hair down as well as yours, and puts both of your Mickey ears back on.
“Now how are we going to get out of here,” Josh’s laughs.
“You go first and I will go next,” You say and Josh kisses your lips then slips out of the door. You adjust your hair so the multiple marks on your neck are hidden and slip out the door, limping slightly. Once you are both successfully out, Josh lets you jump on his back. Once you jump (more like hobble) onto his back, he winces. You slap his head playfully.
“Hey, are you saying I’m fat?” You scoff jokingly. You see the glint in his eyes as he shakes his head no and you pull the back of his collar and study his back. You gasp slightly and smile, seeing the marks you left going all the way down his back. You smile smugly and mutter a ‘sorry’ to his ear.
As you exit the park and head to the Uber, you and Josh receive the same text from Tyler, and a picture of you and Josh with the fans earlier is attached. You see Josh’s obvious bulge in the picture and your hickey, purple and proud, in the picture. You read the text and Josh lets out a hearty laugh.
so you can manage to get down in disneyland and not get caught but the second the idea crosses your mind on the bus, i always interrupt? unfair.
You reply something sassy to his text and climb into the Uber behind Josh. Josh leans over to your ear and whispers, “You don’t even know how long I have been waiting to do that, we should do it more in public if it’s going to get you that hot and bothered.”
You nod at him, interlocking your fingers with his and looking out the window, watching the park get smaller as the trees passed by.
one time i pulled out my phone in lecture and went on tinder and swiped left on 30+ people in a row in under a minute and then put my phone away and the person behind me tapped me on the shoulder and just said “dude…”
This is a gift for @squirrellygirlart who came with the idea and I just had to write it okay? #noregrets
“What if… I was an actual Princess?”
It was one of those nights when Marinette got tired of kicking ass at Mario Kart and they weren’t in the mood for a movie. So they just played a board game until they got bored and then began playing something like truth or dare or never did I ever. The last game was called ‘what if’ and it was mostly for funny, imaginary situation, given Chat couldn’t reveal too much about his personal life.
Chat tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I think if you would be an actual princess, everybody in the kingdom will love you for your kindness and you will have a long prosperous reign.”
Marinette smiled. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, kitty. Your turn.”
“What if I… was a stripper?”
There was a second of silence before Marinette’s flabbergasted expression turned into amusement and she burst out laughing. Chat pouted.
“Oh my god, please Chat. You want to pull that smooth flirt attitude off but you are just a sweet dork with puns and flirting lines from anime. I can’t see you as a stripper.”
Chat looked downright offended. With a huff, he got up and extended his baton until it looked like a pool that reached the ceiling of her room. He fixed it in place before going to her computer, opening YouTube and putting one the classic striptease song.
Saying Marinette was taken by surprise when Chat began to dance sexily while unzipping his suit, was a misunderstanding. She was in complete shock. Her jaw hit the floor as soon Chat climbed onto the pole. He was actually good. No, not good. He was great! What the actual hell when did Chat learned to do pole dance? Let alone do it that well.
As he was busy dancing while making seductive faces at her, Marinette found herself blushing. A lot. She even tried to use her pigtails to cover her face and miserably failed. Chat gripped the pole with his thighs before letting himself on his back and winking at her while licking his lips. As he kept dancing, Marinette unconsciously reached for the monopoly board. The next thing she knew was that she was throwing banknotes in his direction.
Chat let go of the pole with one hand and caught on of the banknotes. “Monopoly money? Really?”
“Well, excuse me for not being a billionaire to be able to pay you in actual euro.”
“You can always pay me in cookies and affection, purrincess.” he rolled his hips against the pole while blowing her a kiss.
“You’ll have to deal with the monopoly money until I go down for sweets.”
Marinette pulled her favourite pink cat themed sunglasses out of a drawer and put them on as she kept showering Chat in monopoly money.
Well, the night certainly took an interesting turn.
Boys who collect stamps. Boys who read comic books. Boys who play video games. Boys who love science fiction and fantasy. Boys who tap dance. Boys who love computers. Boys who are interested in all the stuff people call “nerdy” or “geeky.” It’s the things you love that make you who you are and you are awesome.
Oh my god just discovered all the jaal/ryder fanworks and I g0tta ask for some cuddling headcannons PLWASE
Here ya go!
Not hard to believe, but Kosta was a physical person. Touches, light taps of reassurance to his team members of tough missions, a consoling hand on their shoulder after a loss. Liam liked closeness.
And he also was into big ass bear cuddles. Just enjoying being splayed out on the scuffed up old couch while holding Ryder close, shielding them from the outside world and all the problems they have to face, because everything in their little space and on that beaten up couch is normal and explainable.
And they could use a bit of normal every now and again.
Cuddling is a little hard when you’re mostly made up of metal exoskeleton. But Ryder and Vetra make do. Leaning on each other. One arm wrapped around their middle, sweet nuzzles every now and again. Ryder would sometimes forget about her spiky girlfriend’s metal carapace and pull Vetra on top of her in a tight hug, but after some mild bone bruising on Sara’s sternum, they learned that some cross species relationships need a little imagination.
It’s hard when it’s cross species, but the closeness, the love radiating off of each other as they simply just be together is enough. Laying Sara’s head in Vetra’s lap, and being the big spoon to Vetra were a good work around.
Awkward, tangled limbs all the way. Surprise cuddles are the best, but sometimes painful. Getting jumped on from 8 ft above you may leave you with a little back pain or a bruised tailbone, but Ryder could care less.
Peebee is not shy about her affection and enjoys showing off to everyone that you are hers, and if she has to tackle you on your way to the bridge until everyone knows it (which they most certainly already do know) then so be it.
She’s a bit more reserved in her hugging in public.
Most of the time it’s Ryder who starts in with much needed cuddle time. Suvi will usually continue to work away on her data pad but a warm and please smile will grace her features.
But when you’ve got alone time, it’s tender cuddles and kisses. She enjoys being enveloped in Ryder’s embrace, burying her head under Sara’s chin and wishing they didn’t have to part and return to the real world.
Jaal has no idea how to NOT be by Ryder’s side, but still leave enough space to be comfortable. Jaal understood (kind of) that some human (mostly Sara) required some personal space (what the skutt even is that?).
Small touches here and there, hands brushing together, pushing her hair from her face. Such acts could keep him happy. For a while.
Time together in Sara’s room were their designated ‘affection lessons’ as Jaal put it. He would take it upon himself to hold her close, teach her how to be a bit more open with her affection. Jaal was much bigger than her and enjoyed how tiny she was, scooping her up in his arms and trying to get rid of any space between them.
Why Moonlight Deserves Best Picture Over La La Land
After getting a recent message from Tumblr user @fewger and reading a bunch of Oscar-related articles, I have discovered that I hold the semi-unpopular opinion that
Moonlight deserves Best Picture over La La Land. So, I feel obligated to go to bat on this, so let’s have a chat, y’all.
The debate between La
La Land and Moonlight brings me
back a year to last year’s Grammy Awards, where the Album of the Year award was
given to Taylor Swift’s 1989 over
Kendrick Lamar’s To Pimp a Butterfly,
a move that shocked many. One hand, you
had a collection of pretty well made pop tunes that can make even the most Swift-cynical
person, like myself, tap their toes. 1989 was a fun album with a lot of
celebrity gossip theories and some admittedly great songs. On the other hand, there was the magnum opus
that is To Pimp a Butterfly, which
blended together modern and older styles and used some daring techniques to
paint a poetic, detailed picture of growing up in places like Compton while
struggling with race, mental illness, and self-identity. In this album, Lamar provided a glimpse into
a lifestyle that many of us will never ever experience or truly understand and
was unafraid of showing the ambiguous morality of this life.
My, this is all starting to sound a little familiar, hm?
The thing is, it’s true that La La Land is a feat of filmmaking.
Honestly, just getting the green light, producers, and the big budget it
had was a huge task in and of itself. As
it is, the musical numbers are impeccably executed, from cinematography to
choreography to music and lyrics, and it’s damn charming to boot. I genuinely love and enjoy this film, and
God knows I don’t like to knock Chazelle, whose previous feature, Whiplash, was an intensely personal experience
for me. However, what La La Land accomplishes, it does with a
pretty decent budget, whereas Moonlight
accomplishes more with next to nothing.
Hell, even the musical moments of Moonlight
have as much, if not more, impact than many in La La Land, from the “Every N—– is a Star” opening (just another
element it shares with Lamar’s To Pimp a
Butterfly) to the heart-wrenching impact of “Hello Stranger” to the haunting
moments created by the chopped-and-screwed score.
Now, let’s hit the two biggest, most noticeable (even to an
untrained eye) elements of filmmaking: performances and story. Moonlight
shines brighter in both.
In La La Land,
Gosling and Stone have both achieved quite a bit. They’ve learned to dance in all sorts of
styles, sing, and even, for Gosling, learned piano from scratch. These aren’t easy tasks, I’ll grant you, but
when you look at the actual acting performance that marries these elements to
the characters, it’s just not very exciting stuff. Gosling and Stone have great onscreen
chemistry, but these characters aren’t a departure for them. Stone is basically playing a slightly
different version of herself, while Gosling is just great at being
Gosling. (And this is in no way me
throwing shade at Ryan Gosling; the man is a damn delightful actor with
incredible comic timing. I genuinely
love his work.) So, there’s not a real
acting challenge here, just a bunch of side challenges. However, this is the kind of performance for
which the Academy goes crazy, where transformation is achieved through a means that
is not really acting.
is built on a foundation of superb, nuanced performances from a cast of smaller
parts. There are beautiful character
interpretations from Ali, Monaé, Harris, Holland, and the three Chirons
(Hibbert, Sanders, and Rhodes). These
actors are directed superbly by Jenkins, so much so that none of the actors
playing Chiron ever met before or during filming to discuss the character, but
still play him with an uncanny similarity.
It’s ingenious directing, and the actors’ work is transformative,
moving, and worthy of reward. However,
most of them, except Ali, will go without.
Now, we come to story, which we all know if the most crucial
element of a movie. Without a good
story, it’s not going anywhere. And it’s
definitely where Moonlight proves its
importance over La La Land.
La La Land is about a couple of privileged dreamers in Los Angeles
who sacrifice relationships for their goals.
Let’s be honest, guys: this isn’t at all original. I can think of many films, shows, songs,
other musicals, even musicals within other musicals, etc. etc. with a pretty
dang similar, if not identical, concept behind them. And yeah, we’re all dreamers, and yeah, we
can all find something relatable in the wonderful feeling this film conveys of
wanting to fulfill your dreams. However,
the self-centered, self-praising nature of this film makes it an easy choice for
Hollywood people, whose egos demand to be stroked and whose backs need to be
patted. Meanwhile, Moonlight brings a cinematic voice to a kind of person we rarely
see onscreen. We watch him grow, learn,
lash out, hide himself away, and, finally, accept and, in doing so, love. It’s a gorgeous tale that resonates deeply
with anyone who’s struggled with who they are, and Chiron is a vulnerable character
within many of us can find something of ourselves.
Someone once said that all cinema is, at its core, about
identity. Moonlight has a way of opening the audiences’ hearts and touching
them where they’re most vulnerable. Its
story is strikingly universal. On the
flipside, La La Land, while perfectly
executed, resonates with a very specific group of people. Moonlight
is original, singular, impossible to categorize.
I have received a few messages from people who are just starting to practice and want some guidance. There are a million resources that are super helpful for beginners and I plowed through witchcraft books when I first started out. It took me a while to really get a feel for casting though so here are my basics that I use and would recommend to anyone looking for guidance with spell casting.
🌕– Raise your energy before you cast a spell. Personally I imagine myself tapping into my energetic core and then attaching it to the energy of the earth and drawing up energy from the earth. It doesn’t matter how you do it but make a conscious effort to raise your energy. Picture yourself filling with golden light or lighting or whatever image speaks to you. Listen to music that helps you trance into a powerful place. Dance or work out and feel your body humming. Whatever you do, raise that energy!
🌕– Repeat your incantation three times. This piece of advice helped me so much. This way you can pace yourself and find a rhythm to the spell and it doesn’t feel so abrupt when you finish.
🌕– Always phrase your intent in the present tense as if you already have it. (Ex: I am healed instead of I want to heal or I will heal)
🌕– Release the energy you built up into the spell. Sounds obvious and yet it isn’t. I used to feel antsy and excited after I did magick because I was building the energy but not releasing it. Before you end your spell consciously send as much of the energy you raised into your spell as you can manage. Imagine the energy flowing out of you and into the spell, filling and anchoring it, and use your final words to sever your connection to that energy, like tying off a ballon or breaking a bridge.
🌕– Once you’re done, be done. Try not to think about it. Don’t picture how your spell will happen or wonder if it worked. Go about your life and whenever something comes up related to it remind yourself you have it taken care of and let the thought pass.
🌕– Be specific but open to possibilities. If you are casting a spell for love and by love you mean a girlfriend say that! Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want. However, be open to possibilities. Life is random and sometimes unforeseen things are what we need. Try to really boil down what you want and then be open about it’s form. Using the girlfriend example I just gave maybe you are picturing this classic meet cute where your eyes lock and you know it’s her. It’s possible but it could also be that girl that just messaged you on Tinder or the friend you’re getting closer to, or the cute waitress you feel compelled to leave your number for. Idk man I’m single but you get my point, accept opportunities as they come.
🌕– Believe in yourself! Believe in your magick! At the end of the day this is all you and if you don’t trust yourself you’re getting in your own way. Magick is complicated but you know yourself and your needs and can listen to your intuition. Trust it, trust yourself, and know you are a kick ass witch. You’ve got this!