Problems with the Witchblr Community

There are some serious fucking problems occurring on this website, like:

  1. Peoples’ grimoires are way too artistic. Like seriously you all need to tag that shit like “hey this may trigger you because this Van Gogh beautifully-crafted art style might blind you and gush your morality with its beauty and cause your perspective of your own grimoire/BOS to wilt like a flower on fire”. I don’t take the time to even update my BOS, never mind decorate it with these gorgeous illustrations.
  2. The quality of pictures are way too high. I don’t know where people are getting all these professional cameras. Like I take pictures with my phone or shitty Samsung and post them, and I know I wouldn’t even reblog that shit, the quality is way too low. This results in a standard of high quality Instagram-worthy pictures that is too high for me to keep up with, y’all need to lower your photography skills.
  3. Peoples’ altars are too perfectly positioned in the sunlight, like bathing in the holiness of the sun or moon and washing any of vestige of mortality away from that spot. This kinda weaves into the photography complaint but basically, y’all stop being so artsy.
  4. Digital sigils are too easily and perfectly displayed. I don’t know how people make those sigils, it’s like an elusive angelic society that just sprinkles down talent and useful spells like falling stars. Seriously y’all need to post a how-to on that shit because I don’t have a tablet and just take pictures of hand-drawn sigils, but even those who post their hand-drawn sigils draw them incredibly better than I draw my sigils. 
  5. The witches on this site are way too creative. They’re all thinking of tips and techniques I never thought of before, and it makes everyone else feel dumb because they didn’t think of them first.
  6. Pretty much every witch on this site seems to have a green thumb. They say taking care of plants doesn’t require a green thumb, but I beg to differ because pretty much every plant I own dies. Like I don’t know if it’s because I’m a death witch and am literally radiating death energy, but I can’t keep plants alive for my own life. Green witches gotta share their real secrets, HOW are you keeping your plants alive.
  7. Then there are some problems like elitism, transphobia, homophobia, racism, nazism, blatant disrespect for peoples’ religions and cultures, the hatred with which we argue, and the fear that I’m always being scrutinized and that no matter what I say extreme SJWs will cherry-pick the things I say and misconstrue my argument into something i never said in the first place so i might as well just not even say my opinion on anything which i’m doing right now so i’ll just shut up and continue the joke
  8. The spooky and ethereal Witch Aesthetic™ is too on point. All the hanging herbs and lit candles and smoke from incense are too entrancing and immediately calm my mood and cause me to daydream about the eloquence of the witchy aesthetic. It’s too romanticized. It causes me to enjoy my own craft too much, and I reblog too many of them. We need to cut those down by a bunch.

Just had to get that off my chest.

harrysbumjr  asked:

here's a prompt: napping

it was a bright day, the sun high overhead, spilling down over the city and glinting off of the tops of cars and the sides of windows. that bright sun was making everything look more crisp and yet hazy, not hot enough yet that it felt truly like summer bit just a taste of what was to come. the city was busy, the bustle of traffic and people below trickling up, all the way up to the roof as magnus pushed the door open and stepped out and into the sunlight. it pressed into his shoulders like an old friend when he did, glinting off of the leaves of the ivy crawling over the walls and the trellis, playing with the edges of his potted plants, making everything look vibrant and utterly beautiful.

but he hadn’t come up to the roof to admire the skyline, or the stillness that this space provided, even with the city moving quickly below. he wasn’t there for the breeze that was blowing through, ruffling the spikes of his hair or the sun that was warming his back as he let the door close behind him. he had come up to the roof in hopes of finding alec, and that’s exactly what he had done. his boyfriend was hunched over the wall that lined the edge of the roof, staring off into the distance and for a moment magnus stilled, noting the way the sunlight was catching on alec’s shoulder blades and burning into his shirt. he couldn’t help but smile.

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Art Tip

You’re drawing and you cant grab a voltron ref of Allura, Hunk, or lance and color pick their skintone? Whatever the reason idk no wifi whatever
You think the skin tone you made may be too light? Make it darker. Even if you think it’s close but not 100% sure? Make it darker.
Better to be sun kissed than white washed

Sun + Venus Aesthetics


Aries sun / Aries Venus: scraped knees, red lipstick, ripped fishnet tights

Aries sun / Taurus Venus: floor tickets at a concert, dark chocolate, combat boots

Aries sun / Cancer Venus: cuddling next to the fireplace, camping, woven blankets

Aries sun / Aquarius Venus: breathless conversations, red sunsets, cacti and succulents

Aries sun / Pisces Venus: getting lost in an unfamiliar city, driving in the rain, tired eyes


Taurus sun / Aries Venus: classic rock, red long-stem roses, nose rings 

Taurus sun / Taurus Venus: bubble baths, daffodils, classic dark wash jeans

Taurus sun / Gemini Venus: bubblegum, crinkled-up laughing eyes, champagne

Taurus sun / Cancer Venus: pastel balloons, the moon reflecting on a lake, acoustic guitars

Taurus sun / Pisces Venus: bluebirds, getting caught in the rain, high waisted shorts


Gemini sun / Aries Venus: lightning, laughing in the middle of a fight, stiletto heels

Gemini sun / Taurus Venus: mountain air, a perfect smile, wildflowers

Gemini sun / Gemini Venus: going out dancing, slapstick comedy, maraschino cherries

Gemini sun / Cancer Venus: pastel yellow sundresses, a worn out denim jacket, daisies

Gemini sun / Leo Venus: gold eye shadow, margaritas, long manicured nails


Cancer sun / Taurus Venus: first kisses, baby pictures, vintage dresses

Cancer sun / Gemini Venus: strawberry milkshakes, blowing bubbles, old convertible Volkswagen bugs

Cancer sun / Cancer Venus: clover flowers, silver lockets, sunshowers

Cancer sun / Leo Venus: piano music, sunflowers, promise rings

Cancer sun / Virgo Venus: polaroid pictures, forehead kisses, silvery moonlight


Leo sun / Gemini Venus: golden retriever puppies, braided hair, orange cream popsicles

Leo sun / Cancer Venus: red wine, engagement rings, Valentine’s Day chocolate

Leo sun / Leo Venus: perfect winged eyeliner, gold jewelry, crushed velvet

Leo sun / Virgo Venus: cashmere sweaters, caramel popcorn, high heeled boots

Leo sun / Libra Venus: aviator sunglasses, palm trees, 80′s cult movies


Virgo sun / Cancer Venus: freshly cut grass, crescent moons, flannel shirts

Virgo sun / Leo Venus: black coffee, thigh high socks, short bodycon dresses

Virgo sun / Virgo Venus: oversized sweaters, black framed glasses, old newspapers

Virgo sun / Libra Venus: windswept hair, coffee shops, lace stockings

Virgo sun / Scorpio Venus: black cats, crop tops, vinyl records


Libra sun / Leo Venus: lemonade, charm bracelets, gold tiaras

Libra sun / Virgo Venus: fairy lights, sparrows, a seedling just poking out of the soil

Libra sun / Libra Venus: cupcakes with pink frosting, designer brands, first dates

Libra sun / Scorpio Venus: converse high tops, smirks, amethyst 

Libra sun / Sagittarius Venus: private jets, tequila shots, seashells


Scorpio sun / Virgo Venus: Doc Martens, obsidian, stargazing on the roof

Scorpio sun / Libra Venus: strawberries, angel wings, sly smiles

Scorpio sun / Scorpio Venus: acid wash denim, vintage concert posters, things said in the heat of the moment

Scorpio sun / Sagittarius Venus: broken glass, chipped nail polish, beach bonfires

Scorpio sun / Capricorn Venus: werewolves, vanilla candles, smiling through tears


Sagittarius sun / Libra Venus: bioluminescent beaches, quick kisses, flirting with a perfect stranger

Sagittarius sun / Scorpio Venus: crunchy leaves, wild eyes, losing baby teeth

Sagittarius sun / Sagittarius Venus: making people laugh, sneaking out, music festivals

Sagittarius sun / Capricorn Venus: the smell of smoke, old maps, iced tea

Sagittarius sun / Aquarius Venus: sunburns, the feeling of wind in your hair, sand between your toes


Capricorn sun / Scorpio Venus: thunderstorms, first love, the satisfaction of getting your way

Capricorn sun / Sagittarius Venus: sarcastic remarks, septum piercings, the “bad boy”

Capricorn sun / Capricorn Venus: crooked smiles, classic cars, cinnamon whiskey

Capricorn sun / Aquarius Venus: postcards, walking through grass barefoot, staying up until sunrise

Capricorn sun / Pisces Venus: foggy mornings, herbal tea, shooting stars


Aquarius sun / Aries Venus: exploring abandoned places, debates, laughing so hard you cry

Aquarius sun / Sagittarius Venus: spontaneous midnight road trips, borrowed sweatshirts, beanies

Aquarius sun / Capricorn Venus: ghost stories, fireflies, skateboarding

Aquarius sun / Aquarius Venus: hawks, ripped jeans, the irresistible urge to do something reckless

Aquarius sun / Pisces Venus: pastel hair, fairy tales, constellations


Pisces sun / Aries Venus: black pearls, burned out matches, ferris wheels

Pisces sun / Taurus Venus: tide pools, the smell before rain, cotton candy

Pisces sun / Capricorn Venus: meteor showers, crystal-covered caves, daydreaming

Pisces sun / Aquarius Venus: crystal balls, watercolor paintings, Greek mythology

Pisces sun / Pisces Venus: hypnotic eyes, unconditional love, wild hair

Silent is the Sea | SICHENG

Genre: mermaid!au | fluff | angst

Member: Sicheng / Reader

Word Count: 6,800+

Note: a collaboration with the wonderful @tenpioca, check her version out here

Mermaids are liars. They’ll manipulate you until you brandish your hand of your own accord, happy for them to pull you under with cruel mirth.

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anonymous asked:

It's my birthday and I'm wondering if it'd be possible for you to write an ultra small piece of the big three hanging out at the Watch tower? Make them tired and/or drunk (that's nearly not possible but… work with me lmao). From Batman's or whomever's point of view you wish!

It’s after two in the morning for the East Coast but the Watchtower’s facing the sun, radiation washing virtually every surface if not for the almost spotlessly invisible protective glass that makes you feel like you’re in open space, and Alfred, he thinks with a smile, would probably find it mildly funny that the AI responsible for the up-keeping of the station is called Pennyworth. The original name was PJH-B but after everyone started jokingly calling out to ‘Pennyworth’ and after PJH-B started replying, Bruce took the very silent liberty of changing the code and replacing it with A-Penny. No one would go looking, no one would ever know, but every time A-Penny finished its duties at the end of the day, the small notification that read A-Penny has clocked out for the night brought the same smile to his face.

“It’s funny,” Diana says and it comes out as a slight drawl, even though it’s still more elegant than anyone has ever managed. The glass in her hands reflects the sun and the tablet’s surface turns into a mural. “We drink now… for no reason. But we didn’t drink for Bruce’s birthday a month ago.”

They were too busy picking up the slack after New York had almost been completely demolished on Clark’s birthday and, anyway, they still made time to quickly check in with him while he visited his parents back in Smallville. Aside from quick remarks the Wayne family in Gotham had be used to accommodate on February 19th, however, no celebration had been prepared for Bruce Wayne’s birthday, part of it possibly because Mr. Wayne had reportedly been seen celebrating on his own on some private island away from the city. The media wasn’t sure which island but they had intel about the specific drink combinations consumed, so it had to be accurate intel. Alfred wasn’t new at this, after all.

“I don’t know about that. Stopping an alien invasion…,” Clark pauses. “Again. Seems like a good reason to celebrate.”

The almost finished bottle is dark green and the liquid inside as clear as water. Someone’s someone brought it as a present for the team at Hal’s birthday party because someone’s someone’s planet was famous for their heavenly brew and brew, Bruce thinks, ended up being just a synonym for booze. He knew, of course, because he had analyzed every single component before even allowing it to be stored anywhere near the Justice League’s headquarters, but the ever so slight dizziness he keeps telling himself he hasn’t had for the last ten minutes indicates this wasn’t just alien booze. This was strong alien booze.

“So how come Batman,” Clark starts and the last word comes out as an inside joke between the three of them, too grandiose and holding myth to be real, “can’t get drunk easily?”

“Because Batman,” Diana continues with the same tone, “is desensitized to anything that might compromise his judgment.”

And it’s true, and Bruce silently agrees, and he doesn’t say how this is funny to him. He should be desensitized to alcohol but a year has passed and League business has taken up most of his time and Scarecrow with his chemicals are scheming silently somewhere away from Gotham and Alfred keeps swapping his glasses with ginger ale during parties and, if he’s completely honest, he’d probably still get that headache he’s not admitting to even if the glass in front of him was filled with nothing more than watered-down beer.

Pennyworth, his mind slips back. Make a note with Pennyworth to start alcohol tolerance conditioning again. He doesn’t know if he means the AI or the butler.

“If it makes you feel any better, Jordan’s birthday would’ve stolen the spotlight from anyone else in the vicinity,” Bruce says after a while. He specifically remembers a power ring-made piñata hanging from the Watchtower’s ceiling and Hal smashing it again and again…  and again. He didn’t like it all that much, it was clear, but every once in a while Bruce would move his head a few mere inches while reviewing field reports, and the fact it bothered him made Hal become both an enthusiast and a pro at piñata punching over a single night.

“It doesn’t,” Diana raises one eyebrow. “You deserve to be celebrated too. You’ve been a staple amongst this team. Weak excuses to avoid people from being happy you exist in their lives isn’t enough.”

Clark’s smile turns to a good-hearted chuckle that reverberates all around them. He places the back of his hand on his mouth as if he wants to show he didn’t mean to interrupt. “Batman doesn’t have a birthday,” he whispers in a conspiring tone, leaning in. “He wasn’t born. He was molded.”

Batman laughs this time. It starts as a barely contained smile, then a wider one, then a noise that can’t be restrained as he joins in both Diana and Clark’s cheers. It’s not that funny, a part of him thinks, which only reinforces the silliness. He does his best to avoid acknowledging the same part, the one that wears the cowl the firmest, that reminds him of a certain painful night over and over again. The bottle’s level lowers some more so the numbness blissfully sets in. A sense of belonging has always been part of this room, this huge round table with its big insignias carved behind every chair and its big Seven making team decisions all the time, but right now the world ‘family’ is louder than it’s been recently and maybe it’s not just the alien liquid that’s burning up Bruce’s chest.


I’m shocked. I can’t believe he’s gone.
Last night I was thinking about how much I’d love to see Soundgarden live and I was listening to his music, and today I found out he’s dead at just 52.
His last show was last night in Detroit with The Pretty Reckless.
Kurt and Layne up there better welcome him properly.

“Black hole sun, won’t you come
And wash away the rain…”

R.I.P. to one of my favourite artists ever.

Christopher John Boyle,
July 20, 1964 - May 17, 2017

I can’t stop thinking about a sunny spring Sunday on Chorus after the war has ended, Wash lounging on a worn couch in the living room of a small house he and Tucker are fixing. He’s reading a book of some sort, as the sun moves across the room bathing him in its warmth. Tucker just kinda strolls in and plops down halfway on top of Wash claiming that he needed the sun too. So Wash puts down the book and they just lie there in the sun in their own little house listening to small birds singing and the wind rustle the leaves in the trees outside the window. There’s no rush to go anywhere, no problems to be fixed, they’re just allowed to lie there with tangled feet listening to each other breathe.

Theoi and the Five Senses- Apollon

Apollon’s voice is the sound of your favorite music.
It’s the sound of harmonies that make you catch your breath.
It’s a sound that brings tears to your eyes because of its purity.

Apollon’s laughter is the taste of sweet tea on a warm day.
It’s the taste of berries grown sweet in the sun.
It’s a taste that fills your mouth and all your senses.

Apollon’s heartbeat is the feeling of steady drums in your bones.
It’s the feeling of the sunlight rushing over your skin, warming you.
It’s a feeling that brushes against your skin and sinks into your soul.

Apollon’s presence is the scent of sunflowers and resin.
It’s the scent of paints, canvas, and creativity in the air.
It’s a scent that inspires you and fuels your imagination.

Apollon’s visage is the sight of eternity.
It’s the sight of a setting sun washing the world aglow with its glory.
It’s a sight of unspeakable and indescribable beauty.

The Agreement: Part 2

Originally posted by hermioneharry

An unexpected visitor comes to offer Diana the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to save the man she loves from Hades. Diana wants nothing more than to give Steve the life he was so deserving of. The Queen of the Amazons decides if the opportunity is too good to be true.

Feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged!

Word Count: 1645

Rating: M (Eventually, I promise.)

Link to Part 1: Here

The light of the morning sky slipped through the soft beige curtains in the small room. But it wasn’t the sun’s warmth that washed over her body, but the soft skin underneath her. His fingertips followed the path etched by her bone structure, across her collarbone, and down her arms, so lightly that it tickled. She had been awake long before he was, but she wasn’t ready to share him with the world quite yet.

“I had a dream last night.” He laughed a little to himself, shaking his head. “I haven’t had a dream that didn’t turn into a nightmare since…” He trailed off, looking down to be sure she was still asleep before continuing. “I honestly couldn’t even tell you. But last night, I dreamt of us. It was what imagined happy people do on a Sunday. I was reading the newspaper, out on the porch, when I heard giggling. It almost sounded like birds singing.” Diana continued her performance, even shifting a little to not cause too much suspicion. “You came out, dressed in all white. God, Diana, you looked like an angel. The way the light shined all around you. There was a bundle in your arms that you were so amazed by. It wasn’t until you were standing in front of me that I noticed it move. Somehow, it turned around to look at me. This beautiful baby girl, wearing the same white dress as her mother, reaching out for me.” She smiled to herself, her mother had told her many times of the joys of having a child, she could be so honored to be the one who gave that same joy to Steve.

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The sun itself washes out a bit, but this drone shot of mountains in British Columbia catches basically the entire landscape painted gold at sunset.

Baze sings. Most of the time he sings, absentmindedly, when he is doing something else, whether that be making tea or cooking or doing the laundry or cleaning his weapons. Repetitive motions, old habits that are emblazoned into his body, all the things tied into muscle memory and years spent in the temple, years in the garden tending growing things under the blazing sun, nights spent washing dishes or cooking in the kitchens, peel back the layers of the man that he has become to reveal the man he used to be, the man in initiate robes with dark, wavy hair soft about his face while he sang. There was never a chore in the entire temple that Baze got through without singing. Once Chirrut’s eyesight failed, faltered, flickered out like the lights in the oldest parts of the temple where the wiring was bad and a sharp wind would send them all careening into darkness, he trusted the telltale, solid weight of Baze’s voice more than the echoing clicks of the tongue, more than his staff, more than the echo box that they cobbled together and fixed so many times that it was impossible to tell what it had been when it was made from what it became. Baze, unlike those other things did occasionally, never let him down.

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lunalove25  asked:

how about captain swan + "you gave our daughter A SWORD?!"

(i tweaked it slightly but i figured you won’t mind)

“You gave your daughter a sword.”

“Something in your ear, mate?” Killian cocks his head and regards his father-in-law critically. “Of course I gave her a sword. She’s the daughter of Emma Swan the Savior, and Captain Hook, and the granddaughter of Snow White and Prince Charming. Be falling down on my family duty if I didn’t teach the lass how to defend herself, wouldn’t I?”

David Nolan inflates territorially. “She’s seven years old.”

“So she’ll be bloody good by the time she’s eleven, won’t she?”

David glares at him. This is clearly the wrong answer, but Killian does not care. Living in a place like Storybrooke (things are slightly less insane these days, but only slightly), he is obligated to teach his own daughter which end of a sword is which, and frankly, Prince Sodding Charming’s unwanted opinions on fatherhood – well-intentioned as they might be – don’t make up for the fact that Killian is, in this case, even more stubborn. He has an example to live up to. Thinks of the clack of wooden swords, bare feet on a splintered, sun-washed dock, Liam’s voice. Again, little brother. Again.

David is one sort of father, aye. And it’s fine and good for him. Always dedicated to saving his family, to thinking he has to go it alone, that noble-arse self-sacrificing streak that gets him into so much trouble. Killian’s come to care for the man a good deal, admire him too. Even so.

He means to be another sort.

anonymous asked:

What's your skin routine? <3

- cleanse with micellar water
- wash with neutrogena cleansing bar
- (IF NEEDED) wipe with OXY pads
- rose water toner OR witch hazel toner
- put on aloe vera gel as moisturizer

- shower every day, wash hair sun/wed/fri w/ sulfate free shampoo
- wash face using clarisonic+neutrogena blackhead removal soap
- wash body using exfoliating gloves+neutrogena body clear or tea tree soap
- rinse with cold water
- work on cellulite via cellulite remover thing

- cleanse with micellar water
- wash face using clarisonic+neutrogena deep clean masque/cleanser
- (IF NEEDED) wash face with neutrogena rapid clear cleanser
- cold water rinse
- apply castor oil mix (1 part castor oil, 1 part vitamin e oil, 1 part fractionated coconut oil) to brows & lashes

- salicylic acid peel (saturday)
- bentonite clay (2tbsp) + tea tree oil mask (1tsp) (monday)
- wash with mario badescu foaming glycolic cleanser w/ clarisonic (tuesday)
- probiotic pills (wednesday)
- neutrogena deep clean masque (thursday)

- spot treat blemishes w/ tea tree oil (morning) and neutrogena on the spot (night)
- spot treat dark marks w/ ambi fade cream
- use mario badescu aloe rosewater facial spray as needed
- always wash with microfiber washcloths

- remove eye makeup with coconut oil
- wipe off with neutrogena wipes
- follow night routine

“This tastes kind of strange”

Jack burped as he leered at what he thought had just been a cheeseburger. A minute ago the two had been fat, pathetic nerds, shaped more like lumps than men.

As soon as they took a bite, they could both feel the warmth of the sun starting to wash over their broadening chests, slowly sculpting their bodies into muscular jocks.

“What’s in this again?”

His voice sounded suddenly deeper, and he instinctively grasped his stomach. To his surprised, what used to be a flabby gut was quickly hardening into tight, tanned abs.

“Fuck bro”

He watched in shock as his friend’s growing biceps flexed to take a giant bite out of the sandwich. Veins were starting to snake across his bulging, hardened muscle, and they were both only _just_ getting started.

Gridiron Avengers

A Thor x Reader, Avengers fan fiction

The Avengers get together for a day off to play touch football.  You join your boyfriend Thor for the fun which which takes a turn when the Hulk gets involved.  What could happen when a Hulk and a God play touch football?

Thor x reader, The Avengers
Touch football, humor, angry hulk, protective Thor, reader insert

A/N:  More of my Avenger stories can be found on AO3.

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You drove along the sunny back roads of West Chester, New York with the top of your little blue convertible down, your hair loose and flowing behind you in the warm spring breeze. A large warm hand rested on your thigh and Thor looked over at you as you glanced at him and grinned.  He smiled back warmly, squeezing your leg as you sped up letting the warm sun wash over you.

With your busy schedule and Thor’s duties on Asgard, you both hadn’t seen each other in weeks and were planning to make the most of the long weekend you had together.  Part of the weekend included joining Tony and the other Avengers in a cook-out and friendly game of touch football.

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The Dandelion ~
One of the most common plants that grows everywhere across the United States and in a lot of countries in Europe. The dandelion has been widely respected by people for its healing powers, used by herbalists in Europe, China and India for centuries! Sadly many people today think of the dandelion as an annoying weed.
The dandelion however has many healing powers and can be used for so many things.
It can be used for;
- Skin problems and eruptions such as measles, chicken pox, eczema
- Indigestion
- Constipation
- Anemia
- Blood purification
- Acne
- Hepatitis
The parts that are used from the dandelion are the leaves and roots.
Its latin name is; Taraxacum officinalis
It tastes a little bitter tho!
You can make it into a tea, capsule, potherb, sun tea, tincture, wash, bitters, powder, pill and even a dye!
Drinking its tea helps to cleanse the blood and clear up several skin problems!