spell canceller

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Autistic Ravenclaws inventing their own noise cancelling spells for when they are overstimulated. All the paintings around the eagle knocker working to spell out the riddle when they’re non-verbal or overwhelmed. Autistic Ravenclaws being filled with pure joy and relief at finding the perfect stim toy in Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. Autistic Ravenclaws being allowed to write the NEWTs and OWLs in a private room. Autistic Ravenclaws piling on extra courses because they need to know AS MUCH about one topic as possible. Autistic Ravenclaws getting so many house points for remembering everything in every class. Autistic Ravenclaws hesitantly befriending other witches and wizards in their house and realizing they’re not alone and they’re surrounded by friends that WANT to hear everything they know about something and are fascinated by it!

Autistic Hufflepuffs finding EVERYTHING because they remember the exact place and position it was last in. Other students coming up to them asking if they have seen—YES THEY HAVE. Autistic Hufflepuffs having close and fiercely loyal friends that will protect them from any unwanted stimuli and always have stim toys in the pockets of their robes to help out. Autistic Hufflepuffs that are getting so much better at being social and who’s smiles are as bright as their scarves when their friends cheer (quietly) after they drank butterbeer for the first time even though the foam weirded them out for so long (and they loved it)

Autistic Slytherins getting better and better at reading facial expressions and body language queues and having their whole house sneak them secret air high fives in the hall because they know how they feel about touching but they want to show their pride. Autistic Slytherins coming up with their very own spells to keep the damp out of their dorm because the damp feels bad on their skin. Autistic Slytherins out strategizing every other team in Quidditch plays. Autistic Slytherins learning to recognize and identify their own feelings with the help of their clever and cunning best friends. Autistic Slytherins growing to feel like they’re not isolated for the first time in a long time.

Autistic Gryffindors being terrified of the wall of sound coming from the great hall as they approach their sorting and feeling a little nauseous about the fabric of the hat touching their skin. Autistic Gryffindors not quite believing it when they get sorted into their house but slowly realizing that bravery doesn’t have to be swords and dragons it can be letting a dirt hat touch your head. Autistic Gryffindors excelling at flying from the get go because they are so sensitive to changes in the wind. Autistic Gryffindors having friends that make understanding their nonverbal signs of distress into a competition over who can figure out and get rid of the distressing thing first. Autistic Gryffindors that get asked if its okay before they’re embraced in a HUGE huge because the whole team is so proud they blazed their way into Hogsmead with only one small panic attack.

Autistic hogwarts students. Yeah.

pinkconsultingsociopath  asked:

Okay so based in your fun adventures in the airport, imagine a modern!au hamburr where they're strangers both stuck like you, who meet while waiting for their flight, Alex the caffeine-driven politician travelling to international meetings and Aaron "did not ask for this" Burr the museum conservator who was overseas to see new paintings

H E L L YES. I’m gonna actually gonna write this out:

When he sees the red letters spelling out the word “cancelled” next to his 3pm flight, Aaron takes a deep breath through his nose, willing himself to stay calm. It’ll be fine. He’ll just get another flight, and everything will be fine. He’ll still be able to get home soon.

Or at least that’s what he thinks. 

One of the airport workers tells him that there are no other flights until 7 that evening that are going to New York. She hands him a new boarding pass and a complimentary food voucher before waving him away and calling for the next person. Aaron walks off, pulling his suitcase behind him as he wonders what he should do. He could leave the airport, just go back into London and walk around and get some food to kill time. But that would involve getting another taxi, and Aaron is running low on cash. He’s pretty sure the driver won’t accept his food voucher as compensation. 

Aaron checks his suitcase and goes through security, hoping that somehow his flight will magically move back up to leaving at 3 if he goes through all the usual motions. But the screen still shows it as being cancelled, so Aaron just walks around, nervous energy building inside of him. He’s tired, and just wants to get home and sleep in his own bed. Being stuck in an airport is the last thing he wants. 

Around 5:30, Aaron walks over to check on his flight, and feels like the floor is being ripped away from underneath him; the screen is now telling him that his flight has been delayed until 10pm. Aaron groans, and a man standing next to him turns and smiles at him sympathetically.

“You too, huh?” He asks, running a hand through his hair. “You on the flight back to JFK?”

“Yep.” Aaron says, shifting his bag on his shoulder. “I’ve been here since 12:00, have probably walked the length of the airport three times.”

“I’ve got you beat; been here since 10:30. And I used my entire food voucher to buy one cup of coffee. They didn’t tell me that I had to use all fifteen dollars at once, so all I’m running on is an espresso and a bag of salt and vinegar chips. And yeah, it’s a combination that’s as gross as it sounds.” The man smiles at him again before holding out a hand. “I’m Alexander Hamilton, by the way.” 

“Aaron Burr.” Aaron says, shaking the outstretched hand and giving Alexander a small smile. “And I can buy you something to eat, if you want. I haven’t used my voucher yet.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine! I don’t want you to use yours on me, I’ll be fine.”

“Come on.” Aaron says, motioning with his head towards the Starbucks that’s behind them. “We’re both gonna need another coffee to get through this.” He watches as Alexander considers his proposal, his teeth catching on his bottom lip. “You’ll be doing me a favor, anyway. I hate airports, and the company would be nice.” Aaron waits as Alexander continues to think. What he said is true; Aaron hates airports, hates the stress of navigating through them and the endless hours of waiting. He really could use the company.

“Well, alright.” Alexander agrees with another smile, and Aaron feels some of his stress subside.

Alexander follows Aaron over to the Starbucks and grabs a table while Aaron gets in line. Aaron orders them both a cup of coffee, and adds on two blueberry muffins as well before joining Alexander at the table and handing him his drink and food. 

“Thanks.” Alexander says, taking a long sip from his cup and humming happily. “Really, I appreciate it. I’ll love you forever now that you’ve given me coffee” He takes another quick sip and then wipes his mouth, eyes flicking up to Aaron’s. “Sorry, that was kind of a weird thing to say.”

“You’re fine.” Aaron says with a chuckle as he takes a sip of his own coffee. “Although I might need to know a little more about you before I can return the sentiment. What were you in England for?”

“Work.” Alexander responds, leaning back slightly in his chair. “You know Senator Washington? I’m a part of his staff, and I guess that includes accompanying him on his trips to Europe. I was supposed to fly back with him two days ago, but I decided to book a flight for today. I’ve never been to Europe and wanted to stay as long as possible.” He takes a bite of his muffin and shrugs. “Although getting my flight delayed by seven hours isn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my time here. What about you?”

“Also work.” Aaron says with a nod. “I’m a museum conservator. I was up at the Victoria and Albert Museum.”

“Don’t hate me, but I’ve never heard of a museum conservator. What do you do?”

“The job description varies.” Aaron says with a wave of his hand. “I usually work with the general public, telling visitors about the different artwork and answering questions about the exhibits. But I travel a lot too, usually to help organize exhibits. The Victoria and Albert Museum has an exhibit going on called Curtain Up, and it’s celebrating theatre in London and New York, so I was up there to observe and help with everything.”

“That sounds amazing.” Alexander says, his eyes wide with interest. “How did you get into that?”

“I’ve always loved history, so the idea of getting up close and personal with it just seemed like the best thing. And I do love it, but the traveling can get a little exhausting.”

The two of them continue to converse easily back and forth, and Aaron is somewhat surprised to find that he’s enjoying himself. Alexander is interesting and has a lot of stories to tell, and it helps  time pass quickly. And if Aaron finds himself looking Alexander up and down every now and then, his eyes lingering on Alexander’s lips, well, who can blame him? It’s been a long day, and Alexander is good looking.

Around 8 o’clock, the two of them walk over to their gate together and sit down. They sit in a comfortable silence for awhile, but then Aaron sighs, feeling a slight headache coming on. It really has been a long day.

“You wanna play a game?” Alexander asks, the corners of his mouth lifting up in another smile. “Pick a person in the airport, and I’ll tell you their story.”

Aaron raises his eyebrows, but then lets his eyes scan around the room, finally landing on a young woman sitting in a large coat sitting across from them; there’s a book open on her lap, but she isn’t even looking at it. Instead her eyes are also scanning the room, and one of her legs is bouncing up and down as she taps her fingers against the armrest. 

“Undercover cop.” Alexander says instantly, but Aaron laughs and then slaps a hand to his mouth as the people around them look over. “Not kidding. The large coat, the tactfully placed book that she isn’t even reading, the glancing around. Totally an undercover cop.”

“Bullshit.” Aaron says with another laugh. “She’s probably just a nervous flyer.” 

“But that’s not as interesting.” Alexander points out with a smirk. “Don’t worry, you’ll get better at the game if we play more. Take that guy over there.” Alexander says, pointing at a man in a striped shirt who is laying down on his back across four seats, one of his hands covering his eyes as the other is held out to his side, his hand rotating every now and then, probably in an attempt to crack his wrist.

“Uhm…” Aaron squints as he tries to come up with something. “He’s a mime.” Alexander snorts, and Aaron can’t help but smile as well. “A really bad one. He probably spent the last week in England trying to get recognized for his talent, but now he has to go back to his mime family to tell them he’s failed.” 

“His mime family?” Alexander asks with a laugh, and Aaron shrugs. “Alright, not bad for your first one. My turn again.”

They play the game for the next hour and half until they finally get called to start boarding the plane. The rush of people causes Aaron to lose Alexander in the crowd, and a feeling of disappointment rises in him as he thinks about the fact that he might not see him again. But when he gets on the plane and makes his way to his seat, he’s surprised to find a smiling Alexander looking up at him from the window seat.

“Well, well, well.” Alexander says. “I’m beginning to think that fate wanted us to meet today.”

Aaron smiles as he throws his bag into the overhead compartment before sliding into the middle seat next to Alexander. He opens his mouth to say something, but then the safety announcement begins, so he just shoots Alexander another smile, which he returns, the skin around his eyes crinkling slightly.

Once they take off, Alexander puts in his headphones and sets up a movie on the screen in front of him. Aaron can’t see it well, but from the tune Alexander is singing under his breath, his able to conclude that he’s watching Aladdin. When Aaron glances over, Alexander takes one the headphones out.

“Am I being annoying?” He whispers, but Aaron shakes his head. “Good…do you want to watch with me?” He holds out his headphone to Aaron, which he takes with a smile.

In order to see the screen, Aaron has to shift closer to Alexander, and when he does, he thinks he sees Alexander smirk from the corner of his eye. Aaron drifts off somewhere in the middle of the movie, and when he wakes up again, he’s slightly embarrassed to find that he’s gotten even closer to Alexander, his head resting against his shoulder. 

Aaron sits up slowly and looks over at Alexander to find that the other man is sleeping as well, his head leaning against the window and his mouth hanging open. Aaron smiles and is about to close his eyes and drift off again when suddenly Alexander shifts next do him, mumbling something under his breath as he moves so his head is now leaning on Aaron’s shoulder. 

Aaron tries to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake Alexander. After awhile, his head droops until his cheek is resting on top of Alexander’s head, and he falls asleep that way, Alexander’s breath warm on his neck and his hair tickling his skin.

They both wake up at the same time to the announcement that their plane is going to land soon. Aaron thinks he sees a faint blush on Alexander’s cheeks as he removes his head from where it had been tucked unto Aaron’s neck. Aaron smiles at him sleepily, feeling surprisingly well rested, and that makes Alexander smile back.

They walk off of the plane together around fifteen minutes later, making their way over to baggage claim. They don’t say anything as they both grab their bags, but Aaron feels like he needs to say something. It feels weird to just leave without saying goodbye. He’s also hyperaware of how much he doesn’t want to say goodbye. 

“Well…” Aaron finally says as he reaches the exit. “I guess…uhm…it was really nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand to Alexander, not knowing what else to do. Alexander takes his hand, and when Aaron moves to let go, Alexander holds on tighter.

“Can I give you my number?” Alexander blurts out, his eyes wide as he waits for Aaron’s response.

“Yeah.” Aaron breathes out after a moment. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Alexander lets go of his hand so he can pull out a piece of paper. He quickly scribbles his number onto it and hands it to Aaron, who looks down at it briefly before placing it into his pocket.

“Ok.” Alexander says with a wide smile. “Uh…yeah. It was really nice to meet you too, Aaron. I’ll, uh, see you around?” His smile grows wider when Aaron nods, and then he’s stepping forward to place a kiss on Aaron’s cheek. He steps back quickly, face flushing again as he grabs his suitcase and wheels it out of the door, looking back one more time to smile and wave at him.

Aaron stands there for another minute or so, feeling again like the floor has been ripped away from him, but this time it’s a much nicer feeling. He exits the airport as well and makes his way home, aware that he hasn’t stopped smiling since Alexander kissed him goodbye.

When he gets home and drops his bags onto the floor, Aaron only hesitates a moment before pulling out his phone and the piece of paper in his pocket. He dials the number quickly, holding his breath as he waits.

When Alexander voice crackles loudly from the other end, Aaron smiles again, feeling suddenly very thankful that he had gotten stuck in an airport.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Me encantaría leer un escenario en el que después del ep 13 gardienne se intenta suicidar pero Valkyon la detiene! (Se que es un tema sensible, solo si tu quieres escribirlo ^^)

Translation: “Hello! I would love to read a scenario when after the ep. 13 Guardienne tries to kill herself but Valkyon stops her.”
A/N: Hello! As I´ve stated many times before, I only write in english but I do accept the requests in either portuguese, english or spanish. So the scenario is in english! Hope you like it :D


Guardienne couldn´t take it anymore. She was tired of being manipulated by everyone in Eldarya. She didn´t ask for this life and yet she had to live to their liking, not even caring how much they would hurt her.

As her tears fell down on her face, Guardienne felt colder and colder the deeper she walked into the ocean´s water. She was going to end everything once and for all.

The water was around her shoulders when she felt someone grab her by the waist and bring her out of the water.

“WHY DID YOU STOP ME?!” Punching him in his chest, Guaridenne yelled, wanting to go back to the ocean and end her life.

“I-I have nothing left. My family doesn´t know who I´m anymore. I don´t have a home to go back at. Nothing matters anymore. I´m tired of you all lying and manipulating me. Please! Just let me end my life once and for all! It´s not like any of you will really miss me! I´m just taking space and ration! For you all I´m just an object without feeling that you all can play with! Enough! I´m tired of this shit!” Rambling, letting her rage and tears out she cried in Valkyon´s arms.

“I´m sorry. I know apoligizing won´t change anything but, you´re important to me. You saved my life, you made me laugh and smile. You made my day better just by having you by my side. I will never forgive myself for what I´ve done to you. You didn´t deserve that. All this time you always helped us, never demanding to open a portal for you to go home and yet, we just kept lying and hurting you. I know there´s nothing I can do to make you feel better from how you feel, but please…don´t die. You´re special to me and I promise to help you to find a way to cancel the spell. If we both search I think we will be able to find something. So please, don´t throw you life away.”

Guardienne didn´t say anything, simply nodded her head as she hugged him and snuggled in his chest, searching for some heat for her cold body.

Picking the girl up in brydal style, Valkyon made his way to Eel, where everyone was waiting for them.

Looking at a sleeping Guardienne he smiled sadly. 

One last chance. 

He understood and he swore to himself he wouldn´t mess up this time.

anonymous asked:

can i reuse spell jars? how do i go on w that?

empty the contents and cleanse the jar

if you’re emptying a jar that contained a spell, you are basically negating or cancelling that spell so keep that in mind

anonymous asked:

In my current session, our sorcerer was splashed by a "love at first sight" potion and had to, at first, blind himself with bright lights for a few hours than blind folded himself after his sight returned. Later I had a small mirror with me and he figured if he looks in the mirror and sees himself, the spell would cancel out cause you gotta love yourself right? Well he took one look and the mirror shattered. He screamed in agony and The group never laughed so hard in our lives.

This is even funnier than the time our tiefling gunslinger chatted up an elderly Gnome, I hope he learns to love again

Harry Potter reread IV: a bunch of losers, basically
  • I think my favourite thing about Chamber of Secrets is that Harry, without a hint of irony, refers to Draco Malfoy as his “archenemy”. like… Harry. you’re the boy who lived. you defeated the Dark Lord. 3ish weeks ago you were face to back-of-head with him. he murdered your parents and still has it in for you. DRACO SODDING MALFOY IS NOT YOUR ARCHENEMY.
  • Harry pretends to do magic in front of Dudley to set their hedge on fire (??? 12-year-olds) and yells “JIGGERY POKERY! HOCUS POCUS, SQUIGGLY WIGGLY!” and let me tell you something: I read that and started laughing in the middle of Piccadilly Gardens and I could not stop. picture tiny Daniel Radcliffe bellowing that at the top of his lungs and you’ll laugh too. I’m laughing now. I will probably laugh again when I check this post for typos.
  • Justin Finch-Fletchley had his name down for Eton. this meant very little to me when I was younger but now it’s KILLING ME. his dad’s probably in the House of Lords. Justin probably says stuff like “jolly good eh what” and tries to teach them all RUGGER. he thinks quidditch is a HOOLIGAN’S SPORT. he meets up with all the Etonians IN THE VAC and fabricates stories about his ELITE PRIVATE SCHOOL IN SWEDEN, WHAT! oh yes, it’s just SPIFFING, OLD BOY. half the reason Ernie Macmillan is so pompous is because he feels completely outdone by Justin and Justin manages it without even trying. “sod that for a laugh,” thinks Ernie. “I will be THE POSHEST TOFF.” meanwhile Justin’s trying to herd the thestrals into a game of polo and throwing galleons into the lake as practice for joining the Bullingdon Club.
  • “Malfoy sank to his knees; Harry had hit him with a Tickling Charm, and he could barely move for laughing. Harry hung back, with a vague feeling it would be unsporting to bewitch Malfoy while he was on the floor, but this was a mistake; gasping for breath, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry’s knees, choked, "Tarantallegra!” and the next second Harry’s legs began to jerk around out of his control in a kind of quickstep.“ this passage is, quite possibly, the best thing I have ever read in my life. Snape has to wade in and cancel their spells before Draco can even stop laughing. I am so happy.
  • Hogwarts was founded roughly 1000 years ago by the gang, so like between 900/1000AD. they didn’t have plumbing then, did they? at least, nothing like the plumbing we have now. definitely no sinks and stalls and cisterns. what I’m getting at is this: did Salazar Slytherin know that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was going to wind up being inside a girls lav? I hope so. I really, truly hope he did. I like to think that he was a bit of a joker. like, who’s gonna look in the girls’ loos for the entrance to an epic, wizard racist, pureblood chamber of HORRORS??? fucking no one. sucks to be you, Godric. Salazar: 1, Hogwarts: 0. booyah.
  • I know that everyone is on the “Dobby’s heard great things about Harry, haha, I bet Draco told him!” train, but yo, Dobby jinxes the bludger to go after Harry because he overheard his master saying that Harry was at Hogwarts. please consider this: Draco writes his 86th letter of the year home about HARRY POTTER and how AWFUL HE IS, FATHER, REALLY and Dobby happens to overhear a conversation (one of many) between Lucius and Narcissa like “again, he’s talking about Potter AGAIN, Narcissa, what do we DO, he’s EMBARRASSING ME!!!”
  • I think that I may actually be quite fond of Gilderoy Lockhart. he sleeps in rollers, wears florescent turquoise robes with a matching gold-trimmed hat, his ideal birthday gift is harmony between all magic and non-magic people, his favourite colour is lilac, he replies to all his fanmail, he shanghais Harry into acting out elaborate scenes from his books during class and he makes them compose poems for homework. I know he’s a liar and a fraud and a bonafide shitty person, but he seems like a real sweetie. he probably thought he was doing Harry a huge favour by requesting he spend detention helping answer letters. Gilderoy really just wants to help. he’s trying his best in a dog-eat-dog world. he’s also astoundingly gay, now that I… think about it…
Maybe we should not?

Context: The three Players, A human monk, an elf fighter, and a dwarf barbarian/sorcerer woke up in a tomb and managed to make their way out, to find a dragon’s skeleton that once blocked what used to be the entrance.

Elf: “I take a tooth.”
Both Dwarf and Human(ooc): What why? Why would you do that?
Evil DM(me): No, guys, if [Elf] wants to, let her.
The Dwarf and Human exchange worried looks, having played my sessions before.

Elf:“Okay I pull a tooth.”
Me:“ Any in particular?”
Elf: “Just.. a tooth. Does it matter?”

So the Elf is allowed to pull a tooth, and the other two begin backing away. All of them are slightly surprised at first by it not being something ridiculous like explosive, and then it happens.
“Elf, roll a reflex save.”
Elf fails.
4 foot spiders begin crawling out of the mouth of the dragon and, as she fails a will save, up the elf’s legs as she stares in horror.

The Dwarf had long since cast detect magic, and saw that the now 13 spiders were all illusionary. He and the human were almost dead themselves, forgetting to breathe rather than laugh.
Anyways, the Dwarf took pity eventually and informed the elf that the spiders were illusions, which cancelled the spell.
-Genesis Campaign

Neurodivirgent/LGBT+ Hogwarts AU's

Ok but can we talk about ADHD/neurodivirgent kids at Hogwarts? Think about it.

Golden snitch fidget spinners/cubes. Some sort of potion that works like medication does. Said potions not working, so you go to dumbledor asking for normal Muggle meds because god dammit you just want to sleep. Autistic kids stimming with their cats. Noise cancelling spells to help with sensory overload. Spells that let teachers/friends know when you’re having a meltdown, or an anxiety attack, or a panic attack, or you just need a minute.

Trans/Non-Binary students at Hogwarts. Trans students being releived when no one stops them from using the dorm they identify with. Fluid students going from dorm to dorm depending on the night until they just get fed up with it and create a Non-Binary “dorm” in the common room that is basically the most epic blanket fort ever with sound canceling spells on the walls/blankets. The teachers finding out about this and creating a gender neutral dorm.

Madam Pomfrey (how do I spell her name even) Is the go-to for binding. There’s a spell for that. Want to appear more masculine? Easy peasy. Want to make your voice more feminine? Done. If she can grow back bones she can do just about anything. She gets lots of thank you cards from trans/non binary students.

There’s a secret alliance between a the houses called the Glitter Alliance. If you disrespect a queer, black, or Muslim student, or anyone else for that reason, they will either hex you or cover you with glitter that doesn’t go away. Some older Hufflepuff students started this alliance.

Pride month and the house colours are replaced with different flags. One of the students makes pride ink that changes colour. Charlie Weasly (again, I can’t spell) provides tiny dragons (like the ones from the first task in Goblet of Fire) to all aro/ace students who come out. All Pans are given frying pans to smack some sense into the phobics.

(Feel free to add more)


anonymous asked:

Hey, not the original asker but when you say write in a failsafe what do you mean? Thanks in advance!!

Heyo!

A failsafe is basically something you can use to cancel the spell if necessary, to stop it if it ends up working in a way you don’t want, causing unintended harm, or any other reason you’d want to pull the plug.

If you want to neutralize a spell, the traditional way is to gather all of the ingredients used and cleanse/destroy them. But if the ingredients have already been lost, destroyed, or disposed of, then it can be tough noodles. An easier way is to just add a “should this spell no longer be wanted or needed, I will do X thing and the spell will stop.” clause during casting. That way it’s made easily available.

Even the most innocuous spell can have really nasty unexpected results sometimes, so it’s good to have a failsafe. Most of the time (hopefully) you will never need or use it, but for those few times you DO end up needing it, you will thank yourself immensely!

Chapter 6 of Magic Mirror is finally done!


Oikawa woke up in the middle of the night feeling something was off. He looked around his room and nothing seemed out of place, but the feeling was definitely there. He was tempted to ignore it and go back to sleep, but Iwaizumi had taught him to trust his gut. The air was cold when he slipped out of his bed and tiptoed to the door. He cast a silencing spell on the door, one of the more recent things Iwaizumi taught him, and opened the door, making sure to cancel the spell once it was open. His mother had barely taught him anything about magic, so she couldn’t know that he knew as much as he did if he wanted to keep this secret.

Everything was still in the house, yet Oikawa was certain there was something wrong. The door to his mother’s room was open and it looked like she wasn’t in it, but he couldn’t tell because of the darkness. He kept going into the kitchen and almost passed the storage room, but something stopped him.

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Not Your Girlfriend

Imagine Superboy being jealous after you guys break up.

Relationship: Friends and Lover

Character: Team

Warning: NSFW, My bad attempt at smut

Gifs: Found on Google & made with Giphy

A/N:

You guys had broken up, on decent terms yet he was at a house party with the Team watching you laugh, talk, and dance with other men and he was completely jealous. You were wearing a maroon high top skirt, no shoulder white shirt with the words ‘If looks could kill. You should be died’, and black heels. You looked stunning and all Conner could do was stand at the island in the kitchen and watch you flirt with other guys hell even some girls.

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anonymous asked:

What is your recommendation and advice for casting love spells?

-Don’t do it directed as a specific person unless that person is yourself. (Aka, no “X person will fall in love with me.”) No.

-Write in a failsafe, to cancel the spell’s workings, even if you don’t think it could possibly need one. The unexpected can and will happen.

-Pink stuff

anonymous asked:

Hi! Im new to magic and haven't even done my first spell yet. I figured finding a diety first would be a good idea! I was wondering if you had anyway to help? How do i find a diety that's right for me? How will I know which is right for me? And what kinds of magic would be best to start off with as a beginner? I understand if you are busy! I was just wondering if you could help me. Have a wonderful week! :)

Hi! Welcome to magic!

Why do you feel like you need to find a deity first? Do you feel like that’s something that has to be done or did you read that somewhere. I’ll be frank: You do not need a deity to do witchcraft. Some practices may require it or recommend it, but I’ve done witchcraft for twenty years without one.

That isn’t to say that you can’t go out and find a deity to worship, of course! There’s lots of reasons people turn to gods. You can select one that feels right to you, one that is associated with something you enjoy doing, or one from your culture. Just avoid cultural appropriation. 

Other things to keep in mind: You can worship more than one deity, even from different pantheons (there’s some debate on this but it’s my belief that so long as you keep different altars for non-compatible beings or beliefs, you’re fine). You can worship a being for months or years before deciding that they no longer compatible with you. You don’t need to make an oath, dedicate yourself, vow, or initiate yourself to a deity to worship them.

As for the magic, candle magic is easy to get into, knot magic is very low-key but powerful, and energy manipulation can be fantastic. Those spell types require little to no information and can be doe with supplies you probably have around the house or can get very easily. Knot magic and candle magic are also some of the easiest spells to counter or cancel if something goes wrong.

The spell types you might want to try are things you’ll notice a difference in. I usually recommend a money spell because the results are usually pretty easy to see. You’ll know if you find $20 on the floor or in a pocket after doing the spell. Protection spells and cleansing spells are also generally OK to start with. I also recommend spells for creativity, happy homes, and productivity boosts. After you get some practice, move onto the more tricky stuff like drawing love, curses or hexes, and/or healing. 

And here’s some links from my resource page to browse through:

Deity related stuff:

Basic stuff:

Spells to try:

Good luck!