really basic idea but whatever here you go

CALLING ALL HP RP-PEEPS

The really awesome @nymphaxxx came up with an idea and I LOVE IT!
There is a post circling tumblr about urban, modern wizards. Wizards doing magic in plain sight, hiding it as everyday objects, wizards sharing glances in the streets, basically just wizards and witches being awesome and magical in the modern world! ✨

Her idea goes like this: You create a character, go into your town, a nearby city, anywhere and film a thread. Throw in some magic, make it funny, wholesome, whatever you want! I think it’s a really unique and cool idea! Here is the original post:

http://ironinkpen.tumblr.com/post/98164785202/yes-but-hear-me-out-urban-wizards-wizards-in



(Imma join as a coastal small-town witch myself!)

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

It’s officially Dallon Appreciation Week!!

Hello everyone! Starting today, June 18th to June 24th, we’ll be showing the world our love and appreciation for one Dallon James Weekes!

For this @bandsandshitofmylife and us two (Hannah @dallonsmiles and me @dallnweeks) have come up with some sort of theme for each day of the week. On these days make sure to post all kinds of stuff relevant to the theme - art, music, edits, just simple text posts, photosets… Be creative!

They day’s themes are as follows:

SUNDAY: Post your favorite pictures of Dallon with his family.
MONDAY: Show your love for Dallon’s vines and his incredible snapchat posts!
TUESDAY: This day is all about The Brobecks and his solo music! (make sure to use #buyviolentthingsonitunes on twitter as well).
WEDNESDAY: Dallon’s been on twitter since 2009, retweet/quote your favorite tweets!
THURSDAY: Young Dallon Day!
FRIDAY: You know about IDKHBTFM, right? Well now you don’t anymore ;) Who are these two guys? One really looks like Dallon, doesn’t he? We have no idea what’s going on. (basically it’s “pretend you’ve never heard of idk day” but make sure to tag him in your “confused” tweets ;P ) 
SATURDAY: Dallon in every way possible! Tweet about him, his music, his work, his art, whatever you can think of! Post even more of your art, buy his music if you haven’t yet, post covers of his songs! Just appreciate Dallon <3

Don’t forget to use the hashtag #dallonappreciation on twitter (let’s get it trending!!) and to tag all your posts here with it as well! 

Let’s all show Dallon what he means to us and how much we appreciate him and his work!

here’s an idea because im a terrible person

so you know how murdoc apparently had some guy try to replace him ??

(this lad)

ok so like what if, i don’t know whats going on, but 2d can’t get with murdoc for whatever reason so 2d finds this guy and 2d’s just like “man i really love murdoc but he wont love me back” and this guy is all for 2d and shit and just showers him with love and he’s “basically” like murdoc so 2d goes for him because “close enough” (but maybe its this whole scheme to try and get murdoc out of the picture)

and then maybe murdoc walks in on them or something and he’s like super jealous or whatever but he’s too proud to admit it and yea

just an idea

“Camping” Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,071

Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: Can you do a Sam x Reader where she’s sad because she see’s people camping and she’s always wanted to go camping before but since she grew up a hunter she never got to. And Sam feels bad for her and takes her camping. Just like super fluffy and maybe ending in a kiss?

Warnings: Fluff, like one swear word, making out (is that a warning?)


Originally posted by lauraboline

Road trips through Kansas were the worst.

There was a case in Colorado that you and the boys were going to, somewhere up in the Rocky Mountains. You were excited to get there, but man, was Kansas just absolutely boring to drive through. You love the state and you’d never want to live anywhere else, but there was just a lot of fields.

You’re currently sitting in the back of the impala, playing a game with Sam that you always did while on road trips. 20 questions. It seems childish, but it passes the time.

“What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do but never could?” Sam asked as he turned around to face you from the front seat of the impala.

“Well, you know how we drove past that campground earlier? And all those families were walking around, looking like they were having the time of their lives?” You ask. Sam nods. “I’ve always wanted to go camping. It just looks so much fun- I love being outside and being around nature, I always have. I was never allowed to go when I was younger. Dad would always say that there’s too many monsters lurking out in the woods.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. My dad kept us from doing a lot of stuff when we were younger. We definitely didn’t grow up the most normal of lifestyles. Most of our childhood was spent in and out of different motel rooms and schools.”

“So it was like being an army brat without the actual army part?” You asked. You’ve known Sam and Dean for a few years now, and you’d call yourselves pretty close, but their childhood was one thing they never really talked about.

“Yeah, except way worse.” Sam laughed. You could see the hurt in his eyes despite his laughter, and it made you frown.

“Eh, it wasn’t all bad.” Dean says. “We wouldn’t be the people we are today if our dad didn’t put us through that.”

“That’s what my mom always used to tell me.” You laugh. “She would always insist that despite how much his rules sucked, it was what would keep me alive in the long run.”

“But camping? I mean, come on. That’s not fair for you.” Sam frowned.

“It’s okay, honestly. I used to get upset about these things, but I’ve learned to get over them.” You shrug.

“You guys feel like stoppin’ for some food?” Dean changes the conversation. “There’s a burger place up here.”

-

The rest of the drive was uneventful and boring. Sam was unusually quiet the entire time, and you tried to get some sleep. By the time you finally reached the small town in the Rocky Mountains that you were going to work a case on, it was almost two in the morning and you were burnt out.

“Please just find a motel and get us a room. I’m exhausted.” You complain to Dean. He’d just been driving around the town for a while, trying to find a ‘good’ motel, but at this point none of you cared anymore.

“Okay, princess.” Dean says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Dean, just shut up and find a freakin’ motel.” Sam grumbled, waking up from his sleep. “And don’t be rude to Y/N. Not her fault you’re so indecisive.”

“So we’ve got two grumpy gills in the car. Fantastic. You two were made for each other.”

Dean finally finds a place a few minutes later, pulling into the parking lot. While he went inside to check in, Sam helped you get your bags out of the car.

“They only had one room available. So, you’re gonna have to sleep with Sam. Sorry.” Dean doesn’t sound apologetic at all.

“That’s fine.” You shrugged. You’ve shared a bed with Sam several times before back at the bunker. Both of you get nightmares, and you’ve found that sleeping next to someone at night helps drastically.

As soon as you get into the hotel room, you throw yourself on the bed and curl up under the blankets. It wasn’t the most comfortable bed you’ve ever slept it, but it was better than the impala.

You’re almost asleep when you feel Sam get in bed next to you. He pulls your waist closer to him and you two are basically in a spooning position, which would look very un-friendly to anyone else, but it was completely normal with you two. Even though you admittedly did have feelings for him.

“Night, Y/N.” He whispered in your ear.

“G’night, Sammy.”

-

The case was a bust. Another hunter had gotten to it first, so by the time you got there, the vampire nest was cleared out and there was nothing for you guys to do. On the bright side, you were literally in the Rocky Mountains in a tourist town, and you had your motel room for another night.

“Where’s Sam?” You ask Dean as you come out of the bathroom from your shower.

“I don’t know. He left right after you got in the shower and didn’t say where he was going.”

“That’s weird.” You frown, sitting on the bed to brush your wet hair. You were hoping to convince Sam to go with you around town.

“You know Sam likes you, right?” Dean turns around to face you.

“Well I would hope he likes me, I am his best friend and all.” You joke.

“No, Y/N. He likes you.”

“And how do you know that?” You peer at Dean.

“I can tell by the way he looks at you. I know my brother.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You question.

“Because I know how you feel about him, too. I’m getting real tired of you two basically eye-fucking each other all the time. Just please get together already.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You dismiss him. Were your feelings about Sam really that obvious? Even if they were, you were not about to discuss that with Dean.

“Whatever, Y/N.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You tried to cut off the conversation quickly.

You decided to go on a little walk, hoping to pass the time before Sam got home. You slide on your sandals, letting the warm, summer air hit your face as you slipped out the door. It really was beautiful out here. Some of the mountains in the distance still had snow at their peaks, despite it being mid-July. The sky was clear as it could be and the sun was shining down, not too hot but not too cold, either. It really was perfect out here.

Originally posted by flyngdream

The town was insanely cute. It had about every kind of shop you could imagine, from homemade candy shops, to soda shops, to apparel boutiques. You decide to stop inside of a small coffee shop, and you order an iced coffee. You’re sitting at one of the tables near the windows, admiring the nice day when you see the impala driving down the street.

Sam parks the car directly outside of the shop. He walks into the shop and comes straight to your table.

“How’d you know I was here?” You ask, taking a sip of your coffee.

“I texted Dean. I was going to go pick you up from the motel. I have a surprise for you.”

“Well, okay.” You smile, blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Is that why you’ve been gone for a few hours?”

“Yeah, it took some work.” He laughs. “You ready?”

“I am, but I would like to know what I’m getting myself into.” You laugh, finishing up your coffee and grabbing your purse.

“Too bad, it’s a surprise. I guarantee you’re going to like it, though.”

“I better.” You joke. “I’m surprised Dean let you take the car.”

“It took a lot of convincing.”

You two drove for what felt like forever, but the pretty scenery made up for it. You could feel his hand on your knee throughout the drive, but you didn’t think much of it.

“We’re almost there.” Sam tells you.

“Are you sure? It looks like we’re in the middle of nowhere. Are you taking me out here to kill me?” You fake being scared, putting your hand on your chest. This earns a laugh from Sam.

“We’re here.”

You look out of the window, and you want to cry.

“Sam…” You whisper.

Originally posted by mizar113

You were at a campground, but there weren’t any other campers around. There was a tent set up in the grass, next to a blanket with a picnic basket beside it. To the right, there was a fire pit and stuff for s’mores beside it.

“You like it?” Sam asks nervously.

“I love it.” You gush. “This is… Jesus, Sam. This is amazing. You did this all for me?”

“You mentioned you hadn’t ever gone camping and how much you wanted to. I thought you might like this. It’s our last night here, and since we don’t have to do that hunt anymore… I figured this might be your only chance.”

“Thank you so much.” You give him a big hug. The hug goes on a little longer than needed, but neither of you care.

You step out of the car, and walk over to the tent. It’s fairly big, and inside there were two sleeping bags along with blankets and pillows.

You have no idea how you were blessed with Sam.

“Looks like the sun is going down, we probably should start the fire.” Sam comments. The fire pit already had wood in it, so Sam put some lighter fluid over the wood to make the fire start.

You’ve never felt happier in your life than you do at this moment.

“What’s for dinner, Chef Sam?”

“Oh, I’m giving you the full camping experience. We’re eating hot dogs and s’mores for dinner.”

“I’ve never had a s’more.” You confess, walking over to the picnic basket and pulling out the package of hot dogs.

“Your world is about to change.”

-

“Remember that one time that we all got really drunk and you kept making those really terrible jokes? That was hilarious.” Sam laughs. It was dark outside now, and you and Sam were near the fire on a blanket, talking about anything and everything.

“God, yes, don’t remind me. I was so sick the next day.” You groan. You yawn, getting slightly tired.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Sam asks.

“I don’t want to force you go to bed if you’re not tired.”

“This night is all about you. We’re going to bed.” Sam picks you up bridal style, making you giggle, and he takes you over to the tent. You get under your sleeping bag, which admittedly wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but who cares?

“Sam, this was probably the best day of my life.” You admit. “Thank you so much.”

You scoot your sleeping bag closer to him and he begins to play with your hair. You can tell that he’s staring at you, even though it’s basically pitch black inside the tent.

“You’re welcome.” He presses his lips to your forehead.

You don’t know what came over you, but when he did that, you grabbed his head and kissed him. You almost pulled away when you noticed what you had just done, but he kissed you back almost immediately. The kiss was long and sweet, him obviously not wanting to push you further than you wanted.

“Sam-“ you pulled away, but he cut you off.

“I’m in love with you.” He says quietly.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too.” You press your lips to his again. This time he kisses you a little harder, and he climbs on top of you. You tangle your hands in his hair as you two kiss.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Sam pulls away, rolling off of you.

“Goodnight, Sam.” You lay on his chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath you.

You fall asleep like this, in his arms, feeling content and happy with the world.

anonymous asked:

Helloo :) Ive been a witch for many years now and I'm into herbs, divination, & spirit work. I like to make positive herbal sachets but lately, I've been wondering about hexing. If you have any posts that could help with the basics, that'd be great :) thank you!

Hi! I don’t know if there really ARE any basics; you can write your own curses or go with pre-written ones or whatever you want. But there’s some background information that’s good to know.

I direct you to this protection masterpost:

https://spiritconnect.tumblr.com/post/162545119510/protection-masterpost


Here’s a short little post I made brainstorming ideas on effective curses:

http://insertcheesywitchypunhere.tumblr.com/post/159409338498/effective-cursing

Cleansing and protecting spray potion:

http://witchesgrass.tumblr.com/post/154368029552/cleanse-and-protect-spray-potion

What to do after a big curse:

http://recreationalwitchcraft.tumblr.com/post/134132840327/so-you-just-did-a-big-curse-now-what

And a few bits of advice: 

  • Try not to second-guess yourself or worry too much. As long as you protect and cleanse, you’ll be peachy.
  • Personally, I don’t like to curse people just to vent; I want them to make change. That way, you actually get results. Just something to keep in mind.

anonymous asked:

"I thought I could trust you!" w/ Mikey please😊

The sky looked like a sinister dark blue, unleashing its wrath onto the world in the form of quick, briskly fallen raindrops.

Perfect picture to describe your state.

Today was just a bad day. School, work, family, friends, everything was setting you off today. You were cuddled up in a blanket, waiting for your boyfriend to come back home and comfort you.

But what you didn’t expect was for him to come flying in like a raging bull.

“I can’t believe you would do that Y/N!” He screamed, making you drop your cup of hot chocolate all over you. “I thought I could trust you!”

“Fuck Michael what the hell?!” Everything was going the exact opposite way you wanted today and it was just plain peachy.

“Why would you open your big mouth in front of the paparazzi anyway!” Shouting he paced in front of you waiting for you to speak.

“What are you talking about?” You questioned, drying your shirt and blanket with some paper towels.

“I told you if you ever saw them just continue walking and ignore those shits.” He said, thinking you knew what was going on but in all reality you had no idea what he was talking about.

“Okay Mike, you need to fill me in here on what the fuck is going on? What did I even say?” You replied, throwing your now sticky hands up in the air.

He narrowed his eyes at you before slamming the magazine down onto the coffee table. The title read ‘Michael Clifford’s girlfriend reveals just how much money 5SOS really make!’

You took the magazine and flipped to the article, reading what it said.

You sighed, remembering the day you came out of Starbucks and a herd of camera men basically jumped you, asking whatever they could to get an answer out of you.

“Babe are you serious?” You spoke, putting the magazine back down. “Why would I tell them something like this?”

“I don’t know Y/N! Maybe because you can’t keep your mouth shut!?”

Your jaw dropped at that statement. “I NEVER said anything about your income Michael! They asked me and I said ‘I don’t know, more than you though.’

You scoffed thinking about it again. They would do anything to get an ounce of information out of you. Writing bullshit was just one of the many ways.

“Management is all over my ass now because of this.” He groaned, stressed at the predicament you put him in.

But you didn’t even say anything!

“Michael I just told you that-”

“Oh fuck off Y/N. Just one time, all you had to do was keep your mouth shut. And you couldn’t even do that.” The bitterness in his voice and the vile words he spat at you was the last straw. Tears sprung to your eyes, you turned around and put your shoes on.

“Fuck you.” He was your boyfriend. He was supposed to believe you not some stupid magazine article. On top of the already shitty day you had, Michael just put the cherry on top.

You walked out, feeling the pouring rain splash onto your skin, soaking your clothes instantly. The menacing, bleak skies seemed to open up even more like an unstoppable malignant hurricane.

Perfect picture to describe your state.


Part 2

dragonsaliensandfairytales-deac  asked:

Your pregnancy thing is amazing! I'm just curious, how do you think Han and Leia's relationship developed while they were stuck in the asteroid? (considering so many people believe that they were intimate on Bespin and such) like...how do you think it got to the point where Leia was perfectly fine with being 'intimate?'

FALLS DOWN FROM THE SKY

well, a couple things - first, the pregnancy thing was totally a result of me being weak for dramatic tropey trash, and I’m surprised so many other people loved it - so yay! I’m not alone in my drama! Second, half the credit for that angst goes to Indy, who is very awesomesauce and also weak trash like myself (ily buddy). 

THIRD: Man, an excuse to talk about why my favorite pair of jerks did the horizontal space tango in one of my most cherished movies of all time? SIGN ME UP

Alright. Well, I have several reasons for believing this, but I’ll list them in list form because I love lists and also it makes things easier: 

1) The amount of time they were on the Falcon between escaping from Hoth and arriving at Bespin. Honestly, there’s no way that Luke’s training could have taken anything less than at least three weeks, so we have two options: either, they spent a significant amount of time on Bespin itself, or they spent a significant amount of time on the ship travelling to Bespin (remember, they were going at sublight speeds) and being stuck alone with their feelings and Chewie (who let’s face it was probably shamelessly enabling/encouraging them) and Threepio, but Threepio doesn’t count mostly unless it’s in a conversation about REALLY BAD TIMING. Considering how much obvious sexual tension there was pre-Echo Base evac, their kiss in the circuitry bay, and character development stuff (which I’ll touch on later) it really kind of … makes sense that they were intimate. Like. Two adults who have the serious hots for each other stuck on a cramped spaceship for 3+ weeks with not much else to do outside of tinkering with the ship and talking. HMM.

2) Body language. I made a post about it here.I cannot believe I actually made that post, but I did. 

3) OkAY SO CHARACTER ARCS. One of the major aspects of Leia’s character arc is to admit that she can and will depend on and open up to other people. Neither Han nor Leia is good with feelings, especially not at first - they internalize stuff and refuse to deal with it and when they do it’s in an explosive and defensive manner and riddled with unacknowledged insecurities. Not to say that by the end of the movies, their relationship hasn’t reached an incredibly healthy, mutually-supportive and wonderful point - or at least, a point with POTENTIAL for that - but especially around the time of ESB, they’re still working through that crap. Except, in the movies, they to lots of time gaps, and so parts of the character development are pretty implied. For example, you jump suddenly and drastically from their interactions at the end of ANH to the beginning of ESB and - well, what happened in between? It’s literally all implied, save for a few mentions of events that are so vague and nebulous in themselves that you have to infer things from your inferences. 

BUT. It’s pretty apparent, as we can all agree even pre-Hoth evac, that both of them care quite a lot about each other. However much Leia struggles with confronting Han’s leaving at the beginning of the movie, it’s evident that she really doesn’t want him to leave. And however much Han huffs and puffs and threatens, he goes back for her when he could have left and literally hauls her bodily out from that command center, blocks her body with his when the roof half-caves in on them, pulls her aboard and without hesitation delays his paying Jabba off to deliver Leia back to the Rebels in one piece. They care a lot about each other. 

Now, here’s where my headcanons come in. I really do think that they - who were already close friends pre-Hoth, Luke and Leia and Han (and Chewie), three orphans who found each other in what seemed to be a crazy twist of luck and held each other up post-Death Star - spent a lot of that trip, especially at first, really opening up to each other emotionally, Or at least, letting down some of their shields. I have headcanons about Leia’s nightmares, about how even though Han knew about them from before he’d never really experienced them first hand, how he found her screaming one night and let her cry against him and in mutual unspoken agreement neither slept alone after that; how they played a game in the quiet hours; a “you ask me one question I ask you one question” game, which started out about stupid things like “what’s your favorite smashball team” and turned into “where’d you get that scar” and “do you miss you parents, still?” and “you know I had a little sister, once”. 

How Leia spends all her time terrified of becoming attached to something for fear of losing it (and Han doing the same thing but wanting to admit it even less than she does, because he’s convinced himself that people don’t matter and here are these two kids and their stupid rebellion proving him wrong and now  he can’t leave her if he gets attached, look at what’s already happened because three years later -) and finally being like “screw it, I don[t care if I get hurt anymore, I’m going to get hurt regardless, might as well enjoy it while it’s here” sort of thing - I mean, Leia’s arc takes her through this journey to maturity that spends a lot of its time really, really struggling, both mentally and emotionally and physically. She struggles, and undergoes a lot of pain. She’s no doubt got bad nightmares, and depression, and all sorts of awful symptoms of ptsd. And I think that the arc is intertwined in that, that before she can mature, she has a couple low points where she just goes “screw it” and doesn’t care anymore. So this is one of those times - relinquishing the suffocating feeling of responsibility and deciding to cherish what she has, before she loses it. That’s part of her growth - being able to learn that you’re still capable of and encouraged to love things, despite the risk of losing them. 

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                                  FOREVER STARTER CALL.


i noticed that this thing has become quite a trend around a lot of people && honestly it’s such a good idea, especially when you’re feeling a muse && you don’t really have anything to do with that muse – but like if you wouldn’t mind me throwing random starters your way or sending in asks or doing whatever in character stuff that comes to mind && basically bugging your muse ( like a good dad he is. ) without me feeling the slightest bit bad about it! 

anonymous asked:

do one where youre michaels best friend and you get jealous since you like him and he goes to taylor swift's party but you didnt get invited.

yes boss, I’ll follow your command on this ;)

ok this is an imagine I guess??

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IMAGINE: YOU GET JEALOUS THAT MICHAEL WENT TO TAYLOR SWIFT’S BIRTHDAY PARTY BECAUSE YOU LIKE HIM 

“I’m glad you had fun.”

“Why are you being really off with me all of a sudden?” He’d ask running his hand through his hair and letting a little sigh escape his lips.“Is it because I didn’t take you? Y/N, you know I would’ve if I could. But it was strict invites.”

“Nah, I’m fine. Just glad you had fun." 

You’d turn back to your phone and aimlessly scroll down Twitter, not taking in an of the information yet keeping the scrolling going. Michael would be sat next to you on the couch, trying to get your attention again so h could tell you more “amazing” stories of the nigh before and why he still had a raging hangover at 5 in the afternoon of the day after. You honestly wouldn’t care as much about whether anything happened with him and the perfect pop princess, but ever since he basically threw himself all over her on Twitter, it would grind you t even think of it.

"She’s the sweetest girl. You’d love her. She’s amazing and so funny. Luke loved it too.”

“Loved the party or loved her?”

“What?”

“Is Luke as obsessed with her as you are, Mike?”

Your phone would now be back on your lap and your eyes would be burning into his. Confusion would fill his face as his eyebrows furrow at your question.

“I’m not - honestly - I’m not obsessed, Y/N. She’s a fucking celebrity and I had a good time at her party. Why are you being like this?”

“No reason.”

“Are you, wait, you’re jealous aren’t you?! You’re jealous over the fact that Luke maybe has a little crush on Taylor Swift! And, well, you like Luke!” Michael’s face would be a picture - both excitement and the shocked expression would appear. He’d be so giddy at the thought of you having a crush on one of the band.

“You’ve got it all wrong.” You’d groan.

“No I haven’t! You’re jealous of Luke for going to Taylor’s party!”

“Michael, I’m really not! I don’t like Luke Shut up, you sound like a 4 year old!”

“You like Luke!”

“I don’t you idiot! I like you!”

“What?”

That one word seems to draw the tension out further. He’d go from being so excited and jolly to basically freezing in motion at your words and you’d have no idea what to say next, so you’d just say whatever would come out.

“Obviously, I like you. I’m jealous because I didn’t go and she could have you if she wanted you. I’m jealous because you’re bragging on about Miss Perfect Swift and I’m here feeling like shit because I’m not good enough. I like you, you dick. And now I’m leaving.”

- sarah x