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Magic for Happiness

Updated: April 17th, 2017

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Rare Celtic “Rainbow Cup” Gold Stater, 2nd-1st Century BC

What appears to be a cup on the reverse of this coin is actually an upside down torc, often worn by wealthy Celts. Inside the torc are 6 pellets whose meaning is not well known. Additionally, the symbolism of the obverse side can only be guessed at due to its abstract nature. Other designs on similar coins include stars, crosses, birds’ heads, wreaths and coiled serpents or dragons.

These types of coins got the name “Rainbow Cups” from Medieval monks who believed they appeared on the ground at the spot where the end of a rainbow touched the earth, as they were often found after a heavy rainfall had washed away the topsoil. They have been found in Western Europe from France to Germany.

War ate a woman
and spat her out,
picking its teeth
with her bones,
gnawing at the idea
of her soft flesh
through the brooding
gaze of a vengeful lover,
a man with nothing
left to live for but blood
and the reaping of it.
But the hollow of her
off-screen heart,
the gentle caress 
of her touch 
in a memory,
is still to blame
for the barrenness 
that is the hero's depth
or lack thereof -
entirely void of empathy,
sporting a vacant stare
and a five o'clock shadow.
Famine is her feminity,
the tragedy being 
her empty womb, 
the childless destiny
awaiting the hero,
or at least the one
he had with her,
taken cruelly away
by the will of the script.
Their star-crossed story
is wreathed
in flame and fire, 
peppered with bullets 
and smathered in gore.
The critics sigh
and give it three stars,
vaguely feeling as if 
they’ve seen this before,
but they vacate the theatre
and forget all about her,
not realizing
they’ve mourned
a thousand women
but never bothered
to learn their names.
—  Brittany Rubio, Plot Device.
Solstice Punk?

Anyone want to share their solarpunk/lunarpunk plans for the winter solstice? Twinkling lights, mulled cider, snow cream, tree decorating? Star gazing, night hiking, wreath making? Gift exchanges with friends? Fire pits and marshmallows?

It might be a comforting symbol to start seedlings indoors on the longest night as a reminder that things will begin growing again.

Save it for the Swayze Moments

Prompt:  Baking Christmas cookies with Phil. All solid adorable fluff. Because that would be beautiful and I would love you forever. (I mean, I already do, but still) (Also known as the fic where I literally couldn’t come up with a title so you’re just sort of stuck with that one)

Pairing: Reader x Phil

Warnings: None! Just lots of fluff. (Although, now thinking about it, I wrote this at like midnight, so just keep that in mind)

A/N: Love you too anon :) (Also, I used a Delia Smith recipe bc I’m a sad little American who knows nothing about British baking)

“Do I need to preheat the oven?”

“You always need to preheat the oven when you’re baking.”

“Right. Totally knew that.”

“Of course you did,” You grinned. “It’s supposed to be preheated to 180 degrees.”

Phil followed what you said, turning the little knob on the oven up to the right mark.

“Now what?”

You scrolled through the recipe on your phone, reading the first steps.

“Um, we need to mix the flour, sugar, and butter in a mixer.”

“Yeah… except we don’t have a mixer.”

“Crap,” You stared down at the ingredients lined up on the counter.

“Wait,” Phil said, pawing through one of the kitchen cupboards. “We do have these,” He proudly held up two mixing spoons, causing you to laugh.

“Alright, let’s try it.”


You let out a yelp as flower went down your shirt, surely the result of both you and Phil trying to stir at the same time. You’d already had to push up the sleeves of your sweaters, learning the hard way how clumsy you both could be when it came to baking.

“Well good news is I think it’s mixed enough. Bad news is I think we’re going to have to power wash these things to get them clean again,” Phil said, gesturing to his top.

“Yeah, and the next step is,” You paused as you read off your phone, and then groaned. “We have to mix in the eggs and water.” Then it was Phil’s turn to groan.


Phil spread a bit of flour on to the counter and you laughed as it puffed back at him, falling on his cheeks and nose.

“You look like the very epitome of Christmas now, Philly,” You said, grinning at his black hair, which he had somehow managed to get the powdery substance into as well.

“Yeah, yeah,” He dusted his hands off on his pants, leaving two, white hand-prints on his butt. “You look a bit like you’ve been snowed on too, you know,” He said with a smile, brushing a bit of flower off your nose with the pad of his thumb.


You flattened out the dough on top of the floured spot on the counter, and Phil grabbed the pack of cookie cutters you had picked up in the store earlier that week.

“Looks like we’ve got a Christmas tree, a candy cane, a wreathe, a star, and a tiny reindeer,” Phil said, opening up the packaging and scattering them out on the counter.

“Uh-oh. Looks like I’ve got some competition,” He said, the reindeer still in his hands.

You shook your head, grinning at your boyfriend, as you pushed the Christmas tree-shaped cutter into the dough.


“It’s like sending our children away to boarding school or something,” Phil said as he stood with his arm around you, patiently waiting for the cookies to finish baking.

“Well if you’re this emotional over cookies, then remind me to never send our actual children to boarding school.”

“Our actual children, huh?” Phil asked, smiling as he looked down at you. 

You shrugged, resting your head on his shoulder.  

“I mean, far, far in the future of course.” 

“Yeah, there’s no way we’re ever sending our kids to boarding school,” He said quietly, a smile still on his lips. “Future or not.”


“They’re done!” Phil yelled over the sound of Santa, Baby playing on your speakers. 

“Awesome! And now, we decorate!” You replied, brandishing multiple containers of icing and sprinkles in your hands like swords. 

Phil shook his head.

“Sometimes I really wonder which of us is the bigger nerd.” 


“Y/N,” Phil said, hovering over you. “You’re icing them wrong.”

“What do you mean I’m icing them wrong?” You laughed. “That’s not possible.”

Phil shook his head, moving so that his chest was pressed to your back and his arms circled around you. He placed his hand over yours, helping you squeeze a messy star on top of your tree.

“See? Like that.”

“You are so full of it,” You said with a smile.

Phil grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Yeah I know, I just really wanted to do the Patrick Swayze thing.”

“Patrick Swayze thing?”

“Yeah, like from the movie Ghost?”

“I love you,” You said with a laugh, leaning up so that you could kiss him properly. “But you’re a massive dork.”

Some Christmas Traditions with Monsta X


  • Decorate the tree while dancing to Christmas songs
  • Christmas play, he might even star in one
  • Make a wreath together

Originally posted by hyungnu


  • Make advent calendars for each other
  • Cheesy Christmas movie marathon
  • Pick the ugliest Christmas tree for your place

Originally posted by wonhontology


  • Sledding every chance you get
  • Matching Christmas PJs
  • Going out and caroling, sometimes making the other boys come

Originally posted by wonhontology


  • Going to Christmas markets
  • Baking and decorating lots of cookies
  • Decorating every inch of your place together

Originally posted by im-all-in-for-you


  • So many ugly sweaters
  • Take some ridiculous Christmas theme photo together and use it as a Christmas card
  • Build a snowman, possibly a whole family

Originally posted by kmess


  • Build a gingerbread house
  • Scare him at least once by telling him a story about Krampus
  • Rapping Christmas carols when decorating

Originally posted by snowyjyp


  • Putting up Christmas lights everywhere
  • Snowball fights which can get really intense
  • Decorating Christmas stockings

Originally posted by livelovelunch