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Ever think about being Harry’s date to an award show?

He’s so excited telling you that he’s been invited to the Oscars and that he wants you to come with him. But when you remind him that of course he’s invited, he’s nominated, he just laughs and shakes his head, mumbling, “Oh, right, forgot about tha’.”   

He insists on buying you the prettiest outfit, setting up countless appointments with your favorite designers. And he’d attend every one, showering you with compliments after every change. But you know you’ve got a winner when his jaw unhinges, tongue lolling to the side as he takes in the way the fabric hugs your every curve, the color compliments your skin tone, and how the style is so quintessentially you

In the car, he can’t keep his hands off you, though he’s careful not to muss your hair or smear your makeup. At first, you try to keep him from pawing at you, but you have to admit his blue polka dotted Gucci suit fits him exquisitely, and the way he’s left the top few buttons of the pale blue shirt gaping to give a peek of his strong chest has you swooning. Your resolve melts half way to the theater after you whimper a why and he answers, “I’ve got no control around yeh in this dress, kitten.” So Harry and you take turns placing kisses in concealable spots, delicately slipping fingers beneath clothes to feel each other without ruffling or creasing the fabric. 

But that doesn’t mean the both of you aren’t flushed from exertion when it’s time to exit the car and walk the carpet. 

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The Domestic Garden Witch: Don’t Blink

So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.

For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.

This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!

Gardens as Shrines

Okay, so unless you’re a fan of Doctor Who, it’s unlikely that you get the title. That’s okay. And if you do get the title, you get brownie points! Regardless, the container garden that we’re looking at today is one that I see on rare occasion, but I wish I could see a bit more often: using statues or statuettes as a gardening medium.

In this case, it’s a bit less of what the container is made of and more of what the container depicts. But before I get to that, the garden is simple to create. Simply take a statue that has some sort of surface that can be planted in (the picture above is from a DIY site that featured this same type of project, and they used a faerie holding a cupped leaf as the container part of the statue). Using an appropriate drill bit for the container material, add drainage holes and then plant as usual! Gardens like this can vary depending on how deep the planting surface is, but generally succulents benefit most because the majority of statuettes such as the one above are designed to double as bird baths, and so have a shallow bowl.

A Living Offering

The beautiful part of this type of garden, as I mentioned above, is not the type of material the container is, but what the container depicts. When someone says the word “shrine” it can often bring about mental images of small altars dedicated to a deity, or of the little Shinto altars in Japan, or even of the little altars set up to attract business in some small shops (there’s a nail salon near where I live that has an adorable little Hindu shrine right as you walk in, and in all the time I’ve been here, I’ve never seen them struggle).

But many pagans today follow faiths that bring them very close to nature, and encourage finding a balance. Despite this, it’s not uncommon to see altars that are built or set up somewhat apart from nature. They may be made of natural objects or have natural materials placed on them, or may be built in a natural area, but there’s still often some sort of line between where nature ends and human interaction begins. This type of container garden is a great way to try to bridge that gap!

Depending upon your path, select a statue that can be dedicated and devoted to a particular deity. Then plant foliage and decorations that are linked to that spirit in some way. For instance, a very common garden decoration is the image of the Green Man. A container with the Green Man image can be planted with ferns or other forest-type plants in honor of the Green Man or in honor of Cernunnos (the god I usually associate with the Green Man in my path).

Not only can this be a discreet way of honoring the gods, it is also a very respectful way of doing so, as it provides a continual offering as you tend the plants that are growing in the shrine. Water the plants with waters that have been blessed, and every time you tend to the plants, you can turn it into a sort of meditation on which you interact and commune with that god.

But gods are not the only spirits such gardens can be dedicated to. As in the picture above, you can dedicate a shrine to the Faeries of the area. Consider using plants that are pleasing to their eyes, and care for those plants while also leaving the occasional offering for the small folk!

A very common statuette to find is usually of saints. If you follow a tradition that is linked to the saints in some way, you can do the same project in honor of that saint!

So next time you look at that empty statue bowl sitting just outside your apartment door, consider ways in which you can turn it into a magical shrine that is ever-present, right there at home!

May all your harvests be bountiful!
Blessed Be! )O(

tori-laurinaitis  asked:

Omg. I love your KaiMei Enjo-Kosai story. Not that I approve of it but it was so great and hit me in the feels. Please continue your awesome doodles cause they are my OTP!!!

anonymous asked:

looking back at how much bellamy and clarke have changed and grow together over the seasons is so overwhelming. bellamy came from the poorest section of the ark and probably never thought he'd fall for clarke or even be coleading with her. his whole life changed in a day actually, he probs never thought he'd ever be on the ground. i love them so much.

I Iove them too!! And they have both come so far. Thank you for sending me this nice ask.

You mentioned Bellamy being poor and probably never imagining he’d fall for Clarke. I also think he would not have imagined a future with someone like her–but not for those reasons? I think the biggest impediment to Bellamy being with anyone was always going to be his home life. So I’m gonna do a massive detour from your lovely bellarke feels to talk about how we look at class on the Ark.

It’s so interesting to think about how class was handled in the first season, especially because it was mostly in the pilot. It was one of those things that shifted slightly in tone between 101 and 102 onward. This is a much bigger topic than I am equipped to discuss beyond surface speculation, so I’m just gonna hit a few thoughts right now since I’m awake with a cold at 5am. But basically, I think sometimes in fandom we tend to look at the Ark situation as analogous to classism in our world, or classism in other popular fiction. When to me it’s much more like how privilege works in a prison, or a camp ghetto. First off, EVERYONE is living in privation: everyone wears tattered clothes, everyone has to bargain for things, and everyone gets too little oxygen or medicine. That means that situations are already stressed constantly for everyone in the environment, and even what is the privileged class by their standards is pretty rough by modern lower class American standards (I’m American, and so is JR, so that’s my point of reference).

It looks like benefits on the Ark happen by favors, by connections, and by getting the right job training. The best way to break through the classes seems to be to get the most important job. So someone like Monty on Farm Station has an aptitude for tech stuff, he goes into communications and engineering. He seems to be what passes for middle status on the Ark, but is able to jump to engineering. He would have ended up in the upper class, if he hadnt been arrested. Someone like Raven is at the very poorest level akin to Bellamy, but her natural talent and her commitment to study is so much that she is able to break through to the upper class as well. Bellamy’s mom uses connections to get him the right job training, and guard seems right below or next to techs for privilege, so he is breaking into the middle-upper class as well (until his mom’s arrest). Clarke is a smart person who was lucky to be born to two high career parents, so she studies hard and gets the best training by learning the same job her mother had, maintaining her status through home advantage.

It looks like there’s a perpetuation of careers as inherited from one’s parents (Miller, Jasper, Clarke), and that maintains privilege, but there’s also several examples of people breaking that cycle. So it’s not as rigid, I think, as fandom makes it out to be? At least it wasn’t for Bellamy. If he had stayed in the guard, and let’s say he didn’t have a secret sister to hide, then I think it’s very likely that he would have met Clarke as an adult and possibly fallen for her. Bellamy seemed to be well regarded as a cadet, and we know he’s talented as a team leader and a resourceful person who thinks on his feet, as well as good at judging/manipulating personal dynamics. He could have risen as high up as Kane’s job, IMO. If that happened, and if Clarke were a doctor, he would have been Clarke’s social peer by 30. They could be political rivals by 45. He was already on his way out of the poverty loop before the show timeline began, until his family tragedy stripped him of his job prospects.

So like… I think where Bellamy was in the show… living alone bc his mother was dead, all his networking efforts to get the right job gone, his sister likely to be floated… he couldn’t imagine falling for anyone, no. But it’s because of that tragedy, not because of his poor upbringing. The poverty was surmountable–had *already* been overcome in his case–but the crime of hiding a second child was not.

When I think about the Ark and how it controlled their lives, we don’t have a lot to go on (13 episodes plus a few flashbacks). But I think of it like living in a prison camp under a totalitarian leadership. Who you know and what you can provide becomes as important as where you started. Class was oppressive on the Ark but it wasn’t a *locked in* thing. Raven was out, Monty was on his way out, Bellamy was on his way out. Of course, for every kid that got to move up, some other kid like Murphy would have been stuck behind.

When we romanticize the idea that Bellamy would never have had a shot with the popular rich girl… I think it doesn’t factor in that people are mobile. People strive to better their circumstances, and sometimes they *do* work the system to their benefit. The Blakes and the Griffins certainly were. If it weren’t for his family life, I think Bellamy would have been okay on the Ark. As okay as any of them were, what with the slow starvation and lack of medicine.

In some Ark AU I think he could have met Clarke, I think they could have fallen in love, and I think they could have made the best of a rough existence. That’s where my romanticism comes in. :)


Okay so theory time. I’ve seen the spoilers saying that Babs is going to persuade Ed to go after the Court of Owls, to stop them and tear them down. What if during this time, Oswald is working along side them, regathering his powerbase once more. He lost everything in the fall, his home, status and power. It is only natural he would seek out those that could be of benefit, those being Fish and Strange, as well as the Court.

Is this how Ed and Oswald will cross paths again? I for one am very intrigued to see what the Court has install for Oswald and how Ed will fit into all of this.


          He put the red wagon away in the backyard and went to the front kicking off his slippers and calling out that he was home. He wondered if his brothers had returned home and eaten the Flan he had made for them. Before he was to flop on the floor of the living room ( Probably lay there the whole day until they went to bathe ). Jyushimatsu waddled to the kitchen. He noticed the flan was still in the refrigerator. 

One for Osomatsu-niisan
One for Karamatsu-niisan
One for Choromatsu-niisan
One for Ichimatsu-niisan
One for Totty 
and hi-

          Ah that was right. Spending so much time making Flan for everyone and how they wanted it he had forgotten to make ONE FOR HIMSELF

          Jyushimatsu stared, he was too tired to make any today and his stomach growled from all the walking and running and climbing he’s done to give people their desserts….  Then that was when he thought of everyone’s happy faces as they tried his desserts. Closing the fridge Jyushimatsu waddled to the living room and plopped down on the sofa. He was going to wait till his brothers came home.

          Feet kicking up and down, soon, a smile appearing on his face with just the thought of how happy his brothers will be when they try it. It was okay, he could make Flan for him any time!! Not only that but he was just so glad so extremely happy that everyone loved it!!! With sleeve covered hands over his cheeks Jyushimatsu giggled.

                 He can’t wait to see his brother’s happy faces too!

This is not in love, this is something different, something less destructive and maybe more honest. We live our separate lives for weeks, even months, just fine. But as soon as he’s right in front of me again, this warm, loose feeling radiates through my torso. Maybe that’s trust, or comfort, or safety, but it feels like coming home.
—  Relationship Status: Catching Fireflies With My Fuck Buddy