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Voice Types according to TV Tropes:

Contraltos are the lowest female singers commonly heard. Unlike their male counterparts (the basses), however, roles for altos are a bit more common, especially in rock musicals. In more traditional pieces, altos are frequently middle-aged leading women, though some of those are mezzos as well. The only role demographic altos have a firm hold over is for women over sixty - which in most shows means grandmothers. In the rare case that there is a female villain in a show, she will probably be an alto.

[soprano] [mezzo-soprano] [tenor] [baritone] [bass]

Books you should consider

Often on all these book recommendation lists I see going around, they are all books about Witchcraft or Wicca or Paganism, which is awesome because that’s what we are doing, but I rarely see books that can be used by Witches (using a generic term here) that aren’t Magical. 

So here is a list of books that I think need to go on every witches shelf alongside the texts from Witchy publishers

A Rocks and Minerals Guide- These are the sciencey side of the stones. How to identify them in the real world, their levels of hardness, what they are made of. This thing is great for the rockhounds in all of us.

An Herbal book that contains medicinal information NOT written by a witchy source. This one is my covens go to guide for drug interactions and warnings on dosages. (try out this one too if you don’t mind dropping $$)

How about an herbal and plant guide on how to find what you need in Nature? Find the one for your area and region and get out into the wilderness!

How about a good old Farmer’s Almanac? These things can help you so much year to year with your spell work and weather witching.

How about an Earth Science brochure for your 3-Ring BOS? Or one on Astronomy? Rocks and Stones? Botany? Meteorology?

All of these aren’t meant for purely Witchy people, they are educational, and offer a balance to our studies. To allow us to see many sides of what we do!

Mick Jagger, 1987
“What originally established the band was cover songs like Not Fade Away. Then, later on, we got more well-known ones like Satisfaction, which you might say echoed the thinking of, well, any generation you care to name, including the present one. But we didn’t set out on bits of paper that we were going to be the voice of a generation. The original aim of the Rolling Stones was to play blues. It wasn’t even to play rock music.”


Throwin’ the Bones

Of the divinatory techniques with which I am familiar, bones are my personal favorite. Yes, they have that very witchy vibe – but it’s more than that; the bones are honest. They don’t sugar coat, and while they have to be interpreted, once you know how to read them – there’s little room for interpretation. They are very direct and are much better suited to answering yes or no questions than tarot. With a little imaginative methodology, there few questions the bones can’t answer. And even fewer they won’t answer (as tarot cards can be known to do). A few examples of things I think the bones are better at answering than tarot: questions involving time, questions regarding health, sickness and maledictions; they present a broader grasp to any given situation – incorporating things outside of the question presented and how these things relate to the question or the reading, showing the interconnectedness of life – and how these things all relate back.

Our countless cultures have countless methods for collecting and reading the Bones – and I can only rightly attest to my own methodology: one in which the Bones need not necessarily consist solely of bones, but a collection of gathered trinkets and curios, all with their own meaning, their own story and their own energy. My collection consists of: bones (bare and painted), coins, stones, shells, jewelry, twigs, buttons, animal teeth and other squabbles. The only rule I implement is that the item can be easily gathered and (safely) tossed without breakage or injury (save your razor-blades and glass shards for witches’ bottles!).

Collecting the Bones and Bobbles

Most any small bones will do, though its recommended that you use bones that haven’t been cooked, as cooked bones have a tendency to get very brittle – especially in the case of chicken, which is quite common. In my collection I have a number of different animal bones: most are chicken, but I also have some raccoon and possum bones, as well as teeth and claws. I built a “base” of bones, but am continuously adding or replacing as I see fit.

A short list of “Bones” I like to include – most of which serve as my “base” bones:

  • Self Bone – used for the reader
  • Other Bone – used to represent another person or the person you are reading
  • Magic Bone – represents the need for or use of magic
  • “Evil” Bone – malicious or hateful acts, disadvantageous behavior
  • Love Bone – represents romantic love
  • Male Bone – represents male fertility, masculinity, sexuality or a man
  • Female Bone – represents female fertility, femininity, sexuality or a woman
  • Health Bone – represents physical or mental health
  • Wealth Bone – represents financial standing or monetary issues
  • Family Bone – represents familial connections or a family member
  • Fate Bone – represents destiny and your lifepath (I use a shell for this: open side up means an event can be altered, destiny is not set in stone; open side down, this path must be walked – prepare in lieu of fighting)
  • “Key” Bone – (I actually use a small key) which represents the key to any given situation, the remedy or problem at hand and its cause

This list is by no means comprehensive and I have many more bones in my collection with more menial meanings. This is simply a small list of options to be added to and adapted by whosoever casts the bones.

Reading the Bones

There is no right or wrong way to read the bones, there is simply your way and their way. Below I will dictate how it is that I do a general reading – again, this is just an example of one way, take and adapt to fit your own unique style or tradition!

  1. Begin by collecting your bones into your hand. I keep mine in a leather pouch, but don’t like to toss them directly from the bag as it doesn’t allow for much control – i.e. the bones fall out either in a massive, unreadable pile or they fly out in such a scattered way nothing is close enough to read. Throwing them from the hand allows for a rather contained casting, and one that can be read easily. I do not include the Self or Other bone, instead, the Self Bone is placed before the caster and the Other Bones is placed either in front of the person you’re reading for or simply in the middle of the casting area. When reading for yourself, place the Self Bone in the center and discard the Other Bone.
  2. Throw the Bones. This can be done on a square of cloth on which a circle (or any number of complex shapes) has been drawn or simply upon a flat table. If throwing in a circle, discard all bones that fall outside of it. These bones are null for the reading, though they can also be read as “far from the person’s mind/current situation.”
  3. Interpret the Bones. This is done by noting the location and connection of the bones present. For instance, note the Love Bones proximity to the Other Bones and the Male Bone. This could be interpreted as being the male love of the querent – but if the “Evil” bones is introduced, this could symbol ulterior motives or a hostile or explosive relationship. Read based on both their proximity to the Other Bone – the closer, the higher priority the matter is – and their relation to one another. It’s very much like investigating a big puzzle, putting it together piece by piece to form a comprehensive understanding of their life or situation. Also not their relation based on the third dimension: x bone seems to be overlapping y bone – is the x issue eclipsing an underlying problem or truth represented by y? It depends. Only through practice will you find clarity.
  4. Convey the message. I always like to spend a few moments making a variety of “hmm” noises when reading for others – it builds up their anticipation. Or you can throw in the occasional gasp or snarky smirk. Their responses are usually hilarious – even more so when yours are genuine! If you are reading on your own, it may be a good idea to sketch out a general map of the readings as opposed to taking a picture as often bones overlie others, which makes for a rather misleading photo representation. You might also find jotting down notes rewarding, especially in synthesizing a cohesive read.
  5. Once you’ve garnered all the information you can from that particular toss, feel free to specify: take the bone/situation you wish to examine and toss the rest again over it/them, reading the others through that particular lens. I.E. Who is this person mentioned? What are their qualities? What is the nature of this love? What magic is being referenced here? Follow that rabbit hole as far as you wish, building your understanding.

Do not be afraid to adjust your style! Want to narrow down a time frame? Make a sort of timeline with the bones. Wish to determine the source of an ailment? Shape the bones into the form of a body. I find the bones allow for far more creativity and ingenuity than cards. And above all – TRUST YOUR GUT.

Photos: These are photos of my “base” bones when I first started reading; since then they have probably doubled (if not tripled) in number and do not incorporate my other animal bones, claws or teeth. 

Stolen Moments (M)

Characters: Jungkook x reader (ft maknae line & mention of Yugyeom)

Warnings: Mentions of war/death, implications of PTSD, angst & smut

Word count: 19,993

A/N: My best friend @sungvin97 convinced me to share my fanfic so please let me know what you think!

Originally posted by jengkook

June 1941.

You’d counted the days until you’d see him again.

The ocean breeze felt nice against your skin, a cool contrast to the sun hanging high in the afternoon sky. You looked up, shielding your eyes with your hand, as you watched a couple of seagulls fighting against the wind, one gliding in front of the other to hold back the full weight of the wind. You smiled, finding something beautiful about the act, and you lowered your gaze back to the ocean, immediately bringing your hands up to form a makeshift picture frame. There was nothing but blue, blue skies, blue clouds, blue water, blue everything, and it was beautiful to you. You wanted to hold onto it forever, the idea that there were infinite possibilities swimming in the depths of all that blue—infinite possibilities to reach beyond the sky, and infinite possibilities to scavenge beneath the sea—and all you had to do was imagine it, or take hold of it; it didn’t matter, it was yours for the taking.

You hummed to yourself, letting your hands fall to your sides just as a voice sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulders, towards the grassy hills beyond the beach, weaving along the pathway to the woman shouting over the howling wind. You could barely hear her as she continued to call to you, waving her hands in a circular motion for you to come to her. You stared at her, finding no reason to go to her when you were at peace right where you were. By the looks, you could tell she was rolling her eyes at you, annoyed that you remained as stubborn as you had been as a child, and she cusped her hands in a circle around her mouth, calling out to you for the final time.

“Y/N, he’s back!”

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“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU

I saw this prompt earlier and I HAD to do it for Zutara!

The thing about hearing your name being called out is that it’s almost automatic to look around, even if - like Katara - you knew the voice calling it and didn’t want to. The thing about having a name like Katara’s was that ignoring it wasn’t much of an option, either - how many other Kataras were likely to be walking around? The shock of dark brown hair heading her way was, even from this distance, unmistakeable.

Crap,” she hissed, jerking her head back around and quickening her pace, even as she knew it would do no good - Jet was on the track team. This isn’t hiding, she thought to herself as she slipped into the nearest store, some tiny teashop. This is a tactical retreat.

The empty shop was small and quaint and - most importantly - completely devoid of places to hide: it was all tiny tables and squashy chairs. The only possible place was the desk at the back where the cash register was, and she hurried across to it, ducking under the door flap to find, to her dismay, a mess of cardboard boxes on the floor behind the desk. It seemed there was only room for one person to stand, so, grimacing, she started clearing the boxes away when she heard someone clear his throat.

“Is this… a robbery?” asked the guy looking at her, who must have just emerged from a door she hadn’t noticed before - a store room, probably. “Because if it is, it’s a really bad one. I could hear you all the way from the back.”

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- connor gets evan the tiniest fidget cube for his birthday bc he knows evan doesn’t want to draw attention to himself and evan falls asleep rubbing the worry stone side of it every night he loves it so much
- evan is so anxious abt purchasing gifts for birthdays and holidays and stuff bc he doesn’t want to get it wrong and it’s so much pressure to get the right gift, and watch them open it, and then omg they’re feigning happiness they hate it… so connor and he have agreed upon a system where if they just stumble upon little things the other might like they buy it and give it to them right away, no waiting for a Big Holiday or something. and it makes it so much more enjoyable for them both
- connors pale skin was not used to the amnt of time evan makes him spend in the woods so evan has gotten really good at applying aloe
- connor usually cooks dinner bc he likes how it feels to make something beautiful out of flames and knives and smoke. and evan looks after the little garden they have where he grows fresh veggies and spices. these are Healthy Boys
- evans an early riser and connor tends to get up later which is absolutely normal 77% of the time, but evan is always acutely aware of connors moods and if connor starts showing signs of executive dysfunction he is RIGHT there and getting those rx refills like its nobodies business
- zoe basically lives there 3-4 days a week she’ll just be like “sup” and will make them play the sims at the most inopportune times
- jared comes over on friday nights and he is weirdly into ipas like he loves his gross ass beer and that’s just how it is. connor thinks it’s disgusting. jared says that not everyone was born w the natural aptitude be connoisseurs
- if they order from a chain pizza place it is always dominos
- connor and evan really aren’t very pda when ppl are over – they will sit together and connor has his arm over evans chair, but nothing much else
- evan gets connor into rocks. like they were at a little gift shop/info place at a park and they saw those cool ass gemstones that are cut in half and connor lost his shit they’re just so wild to him

Protection Spell for Queer Folks

Yes, I made this in Paint. Yes, I’m a disgrace.

Anyway, the spell is as follows:

  • Set up 3 pink candles in a triangular fashion. You can carve protective sigils into them if desired.
  • Make the lines of the triangle with pink Himalayan salt.

Protip: Do this spell on newspaper or a big piece of cloth so you can pick up all the salt at once instead of having to sweep it up.

  • Place a protective stone on one side, a concealing stone on another side, and a stone for love/kindness on the other (shown above).
  • Place the item to be enchanted in the middle of the triangle. 
  • Light the candles.
  • Focus your intent. I repeated a simple chant: 

“I am loved. I am shielded. 

I am safe. I am protected.”

  • Watch the candles as they burn down and continue focusing.
  • Keep the enchanted item on you for protection. Save the stones; they can be reused for whatever you want.

Happy pride and stay safe!


Can someone explain to me how the brain literally works? I mean, when you think about it, we are all made of meat and fleshy bags full of goo and bones. The brain is jelly. It’s a gelatinous meat suspended in liquid. And these little cables run from the jelly to all over your body and SOMEHOW the jelly creates electronic signals to power your giant meat body. The jelly encompasses limitless thought SOMEHOW. How does JELLY create electricity? How much of a miracle is it to be alive?


For @missidixon…Y/L/N means your last name, enjoy!

Y/N apparated into Godric’s Hollow. More specifically, she ended up in front of a familiar house. Having been a friend of Lily’s in Hogwarts, she had stayed in touch enough to know where she lived. Except, this time was much more concerning. A friend had called her in need.

She squinted her eyes as she noticed a figure on the steps. It was her best friend of many years: Severus Snape. She walked toward him, concern etched into her features.

“Sev,” she asked calmly, “What happened? What’s wrong?”
The man looked up with tears in his eyes. “She…she’s dead.”

Y/N stopped in her tracks. Her gaze retreated to the ground as she took in the news. Her breath came out shaky as she attempted to keep her pain at bay. There was a more urgent matter to attend to. She raised her head.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, moving over to him, “I…I know you love her.”
“Loved…” he croaked.

Y/N sat next to him and pulled him into her chest. The man coiled his arms around her as the grief overtook him once again. Knowing that others would arrive on the scene, Y/N apparated away from the child’s screams.

“You cannot blame the child, Severus!” Y/N hollered at the Potions professor, “He’s just a baby!”
“He’s the reason she’s dead,” he muttered, clearly distant despite his rage.

Y/N ran a hand through her hair as she shook her head. She let out a sigh of disbelief.

“No,” she mumbled, “You know as well as I that she would prefer it this way: her life for her child’s.”
Snape raised his wet eyes to her back, remaining silent.
“Harry is just a child, Sev,” Y/N added a bit quieter, “That child is as much as Lily’s as he was James’s. Do you really think she’d want you to hate her child?”

Snape bit his lip as he swallowed the growing lump in his throat.

“Hello Professor Y/L/N,” a young Harry greeted.
The woman smiled softly. “Hello Potter. How was your Potions class?”

The eleven year old shrugged. He watched as Ron and Hermione passed by him to go find their seats.

“Just about the same as the others,” Harry replied.
Y/N chuckled. “Well, that seems to be the nature of any schooling. Was Professor Snape giving anyone a hard time?”
Harry smirked at his favorite professor. “Everyone.”

Y/N shook her head with a smile. She patted the boy on the head, encouraging him to find his seat. She glanced out in the hallway to see Severus watching Harry carefully. His eyes, however, showed mere curiosity rather than anger at what could’ve been.

Y/N politely waved to the man before he strolled down the hall. She was just happy Snape decided to forgive rather than harbor. She could only imagine the smile on Lily’s face wherever she was while also chuckling at the possible grumbling of James.

Now, enough reminiscing. She had a class to teach after all.

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