the calming ritual

Tips for Cultivating Calmness

1. Try and develop a calm morning ritual instead of starting the day off in a stressful rush.

2. Notice how you tend to automatically respond to a stressful or irritating person or event.

3. Decide to not take things personally; be the kind of person who it’s hard to offend.

4. Develop an attitude of gratitude – and decide to be thankful for the little things in life.

5. Develop healthy ways of coping with stress (as stress is an inevitable part of life.)

6. Single task instead of multitasking (as it leads to fewer mistakes in the end.)

7. Make more time for quiet and reduce the constant noise.

Warding Masterpost

A Crash Course in Warding by @elvenwitch

“Let Only Good Energy In” Horseshoe Ward Charm by @anothersusurrus

House-Warding Spritz by @seleneblackwell

Simple Tips:

Sleep with your favorite protective crystal under your pillow or your favorite protective herb in your pillowcase

Flip your pillow over to avoid nightmares if they’ve been plaguing you

Do a quick saltwater cleansing of your room by spraying salt water in all of the corners

Burn (non endangered) sage in your home or room for a smoke cleansing

General Warding Herbs and Crystals

Amethyst - nightmares

Alder - the unseen

Ash - the dead

Bay - the lightning

Birch - the evil eye

Blackthorn - the forceful

Carnelian - misfortune

Fire - the wandering

Hawthorn - the cunning

Iron - the fay

Jasper - the trickster

Lobelia - the storm

Magnolia - the unfaithful

Mirror - the spell

Mistletoe - the flame

Rowan - the magician

Silver - the lurking

Salt - the spirit

Snail shell - the witch

A Basic Warding Ritual: Submitted to and full of wonderful info!

The following warding ritual is based on one my high priest teaches our coven. I have used it for several years with excellent results.

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anonymous asked:

Since I`m a kid,I wake up in the middle of the night every day. I told my parents but they said it`s nothing. What`s wrong with me?

Hi there lovely anon :)

I can understand where you’re coming from. As a child, I would have major issues sleeping (I still do). I’ve got some tips for you on sleep in general and some different ways you can help yourself fall and stay asleep plus some links :)

How to improve sleep:

  1. Listen to calming music- Having music in the background is helpful because it allows your mind to flow into the music while you drift off to sleep.
  2. Sleep medication- Talk to your doctor about prescribing you a natural sleep medication if you are having severe instability to sleep.
  3. Calming scents- Having calming scents in your room such as lavender or vanilla are helpful because those scents ease the mind and are very nice to smell.
  4. Comfortable temperature- If your room is too hot or cold, it can be hard to sleep and find that just right stop. I suggest having a fan in the summer time that can blow cool breeze at you, and in the winter have a heater or have a plan to wear more blankets.
  5. Limit distractions- When you’re trying to fall asleep, having things around you that can be distracting, its best to move those things out of the room or turn them off. You could put your cell phone on the counter instead of your nightstand so you are not woken up each time you get a text.
  6. Comfort items- Having stuffed animals or blankets can help improve your sleep because when you have those items, you feel comfortable and in a safe place which is a must for a good nights sleep.

Helpful Links:

Sleep issues;

Dealing with insomnia/sleep deprivation

I have some general advice on how you can cope with having nightmares and some more links for you:

  • Create a playlist of music that relaxes you.  Keep your music player on your night stand so that it is available when you wake up.
  • Keep a journal by your bed.  When you wake up, write down everything you remember about the nightmare.  This will help to focus you on a task and distract you, plus you may start to notice trends.  Writing things down can be highly therapeutic.
  • As with most sleep disorders, try to keep a regular sleep-wake cycle. Get up at the same time every day, go to sleep at the same time every night.  Having a routine before bed is important as well, as it prepares your brain for sleep.  
  • Reserve your bed for sleep only: no watching TV, texting, or using your laptop.Regular exercise reduces stress and releases endorphins, and can reduce your night terrors.

Helpful Links:

Why do we need to sleep well?

How to do it?

How about an actual good morning?

Once you’ve looked over those links (I know there are tons, but I like to go above and beyond)

Anyways, below are some general tips on how you can fall asleep faster and stay asleep longer:

  • Get the number of hours of sleep each night you need to function optimally. Although it varies, most individuals need between seven and eight hours of sleep every night.  When sleep-deprived, you are less efficient and focused during the day, and may be leaving yourself open for health risks as well. Research has shown sleep deprivation can affect appetite, weight gain, diabetes risk, the strength of your immune system and even your chance of developing depression. If you have been trying to get by on less sleep, try backing up bedtime by 15 minutes each week, until you are getting the amount of sleep that leaves you feeling refreshed in the morning.
  • Create a calming atmosphere in your bedroom. If your room is cluttered with work, books that have not been read, papers to attend to, and dirty laundry, it will be a constant reminder of all you need to do.  Take 15 minutes each day and begin clearing the clutter and making your room one you will look forward to relaxing in at the end of each day.
  • Make your bed in the morning. A straightened bed is so much more appealing to go to at night then one that is a jumble of sheets and blankets.
  • Reserve your bed for sleep and sex only. This will allow your mind to associate your bed with rest and relaxation only. Watch TV, use your computer, talk on the phone, and eat somewhere else.
  • Create a calming nighttime ritual.Turn off your computer, shut the TV, and do not answer your phone for an hour before you want to go to sleep. Choose activities you find calming.  Take a warm bath, read a magazine or novel, have some decaffeinated tea or cookies and milk.  
  • Keep your bedroom cool at night. For most individuals, 65 to 67 degrees Fahrenheit will allow the dip in core body temperature you need to induce sleep.
  • Avoid caffeine in the later afternoon and evening. Caffeinated coffee, tea, soft drinks, chocolate and sugar-laden snacks can all keep you too wired to fall asleep at bedtime.
  • Avoid late night workouts.  Exercise is a great sleep aid, but a vigorous workout too late in the day may keep you up at night. However, a leisurely walk after dinner could be just the thing to calm your body and mind.
  • Avoid alcohol and spicy foods in the late evenings. Although a nightcap may help you fall asleep, you will probably experience fragmented sleep, and find yourself wide-awake within a few hours. Steer clear of spicy foods or anything you know causes you heartburn or gastric distress.
  • If an evening party or celebration finds you consuming wine or cocktails, drink plenty of water throughout the evening, and keep a water bottle by your bedside. This way, if you do wake up dehydrated, you will not need to get out of bed.
  • Spend a few minutes creating your “to do list” and preparing for the next day.  This will allow your mind to know everything is ready and your morning will be calmer as well.
  • Keep a pad and pen by your bedside. If you wake in the middle of the night, and your mind is racing with thoughts of things you neglected to do, or need to get done, writing them down will release your mind from worrying about forgetting in the morning, allowing you to drift back to sleep.
  • If you have not fallen asleep after 20 minutes, get out of bed and find a relaxing spot to read. Do not use your technology or watch TV, do anything that requires brain work, or look at a clock.  Any of these will stimulate you and increase your anxiety.  As soon as you feel sleepy, return to bed.
  • Eliminate or reduce afternoon naps to a maximum of 30 minutes, regardless of how little you slept the night before. Napping too late in the day or for too long can set you up for another sleepless night and a vicious cycle.
  • Go to bed and get up at the same time every day no matter how much sleep you had the night before. The closer you can keep to a routine, the more your body will recognize and respond appropriately to your bedtime and wake up hours.  Don’t attempt to make up for lost sleep during the week by sleeping in all weekend.


Hope this helps! Keep me updated? I’d love to hear back from you and see if my advice has helped :) Take care and don’t forget to smile :) xx

Tips for Cultivating Calmness

1. Try and develop a calm morning ritual instead of starting the day off in a stressful rush.

2. Notice how you tend to automatically respond to a stressful or irritating person or event.

3. Decide to not take things personally; be the kind of person who it’s hard to offend.

4. Develop an attitude of gratitude – and decide to be thankful for the little things in life.

5. Develop healthy ways of coping with stress (as stress is an inevitable part of life.)

6. Single task instead of multitasking (as it leads to fewer mistakes in the end.)

7. Make more time for quiet and reduce the constant noise.

Shut The Hell Up… Peace Spell

So basically i have dealt with noisy, rude, and non respectful neighbors all my life. Whether it was in my old apartment and now my home. This spell I created is a mix of a peace/calming ritual and a banishment spell. Banishing the noise yet bringing peace on top of that!

Items needed:

- A blue candle

- vinegar

- lavender oil or flower buds

- sage oil or leaves

- chamomile oil or flowers

- piece of paper and a pen

The first step I do is I sit down in a comfortable position with my pen, paper, and blue candle out. I write the words “Peace and Quiet is all i need. Peace and Quiet is What will be given to me.” I chant these words in my head and ask the universe and the energies to be with me. I light my candle and use my intention to imagine a space of calm, peace, quiet, and happiness. I see and vision myself resting well and the neighbors or whomever is being respectful and calm now.

After I finish my visualization I start making my vinagar mixture.I pour vinegar into my jar and then proceed to add in the sage, lavender, and chamomile. I place the jar on top of my paper that i wrote on earlier letting the energy soak into the jar. After I am ready i take my mixture and i will flick it in the space that is between my neighbors and I. I will flick it near the fence that borders our homes (i do not enter their property nor should you) if you live in an apartment you can flick towards the space that is in between you and whomever is causing you to be stressed and is being loud. After that try your best to have some quiet time! I hope this helps some of you! Sending you all love!

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I just recently found your blog and I have to say that I am so happy with how you write Hunk! I love him so much and I feel he doesn't get enough love at all! Anyways, I was wondering if you could do how team Voltron kiss their s/o or like what are their favorite kisses? Thank you in advance!

Hunk is my HUSBAND so I have to get him right lol but yes my sunshine deserves more love cause he is perfect and pure. I am so glad that you like him as much as me


- He isn’t into pda much besides holding hands occasionally but if he is feeling particularly comfortable he will kiss their hands

- When alone he is about long tender kisses, hands in hair and deep breathing

- He loves kisses in the morning! Kiss his whole face and neck to wake him up he loves it

- After a really troubling mission or something he will find s/o grab their face in his hands and just leave a long kiss on their forehead. Its become almost a calming ritual to him


- Surprise kiss this boy! He gets all flustered and freaks out and its adorable

- When relaxing together he will kiss their temples constantly, like watching tv together and just barely turning his head to give their temples a gentle brush with his lips

- His kisses when alone are hungry and he wants s/o to be able to understand all his emotions through that kiss cause he can’t bring himself to say it all out loud

- After a super long kiss he goes back for one more small kiss


- She is smol and because of this s/o is bound to be taller than her so bending over and kissing her on the nose is bound to happen and its so cute she dies

- When holding hands she will find herself kissing s/os hand periodically 

- She holds her breath while being kissed even after the 100th one

- She doesn’t care how embarrassed she makes herself she is hooked on the good luck kiss before going out on missions


- You know those kisses where its like five small kisses in a row and its loud? Yeah those are the kinds they are always doing

- Much like him his kisses are always loud and obnoxious to others but also sweet. That classic ‘mwuah!’ sound is pretty much what his kisses embody

- He loves to lean on his s/o and kiss the top of their head

- When hes not trying to be annoying to his friends he is actually a really good kisser. Possibly the best out of the paladins


- Any kisses. The sweet boy wants to be kissing his s/o any time they are close enough

- If he moves at all during the middle of the night he kisses them, its just a habit

- He loves to give and receive kisses on the neck. It sends shivers up his spine and he melts

- Not really a kiss but he will also raspberry his s/o to see them giggle cause he is all about hearing them laugh 

Face of Fear [2]: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by fantasysystem

Summary: The Avengers bring you back to the complex after 2 years. You’re troubled, to say the least, but what will you do when you have to come face-to-face with fear?

in this chapter: The memories of mission ‘Hiraeth’ come back to haunt the reader. It was time to face reality. 

Series Warnings/Themes: Profanity, Angst, Violence/gore (somewhat moderate), some fluff, mentions of alcoholic problems, mentions of domestic violence and abuse in a couple of chapters (Not from Bucky’s side).

Author’s Note: This is a loooong chapter. Prepare yourselves

Y/N = Your Name      Y/L/N = Your last name

Face of Fear Chapter 1 : “Project: Rekindle”

tagging: @chamongangae @glimmering-darling-dolly @lovely-geek @badassbaker @hdthdthdt @geeksareunique @seargantbcky @nyxveracity @actual-bucky-barnes-trash

“[Y/N], give us an update,” Steve demands, throwing his shield up on time to deflect a bullet. 

You stand next to Wanda, counting the number of citizens escaping the building. “Almost cleared. Keep it up, Steve.” Your hand immediately leaves the button of the intercom when a small child runs up to you, wailing. 

“Mommy,” he cries and you smile reassuringly.

“You must be Gabe. You’re mommy’s over there!” 

You fake an optimistic tone and bend down to point at a hotdog stand. Little Gabriel spots his worried mother and bounds over. He doesn’t reach her fully until he rushes back to give you a hug. “Thank you, Miss!” 

Wanda smiles at the sight of you trying hard not to gush over the cuteness. She shakes her head and nudges your side. “You and Bucky should give it a try,” she suggests, smirking at your flushed face. You scoff at her words. “He hates kids.”

“Really now? Last week he was running around with your nephew hanging off of his arm. He’d make a great father.”

You purse your lips, unable to hide your grin. “Yeah, well- Maybe one day.”

Your eyes squint at the sight of a green light, flashing in a series of three. That was the signal to go in, but Steve hasn’t indicated that he was outside of the building yet. 

You and Wanda exchange a look. 

“Steve? Am I to engage?” you ask. Unfortuntely, you’re met with eery static on the other end. Wanda frowns but gestures for you to go on. “I’ll keep them moving, just go” she suggests. 

You take a few steps until it happens. 

Your head feels as if it’s been hit with a ton of bricks. The building in front of you swirls in you vision as you stagger forward. You’re unable to hear the broken words in your earpiece as your body moves on its own accord. 

[Y/N]….Not clea-….Not clear yet….han-….on.

Wanda watches your ring glow bright red. 

There’s something going on. Something terribly wrong. 

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how to make sea shell elixir ✨

represents: inner peace, new beginnings 🕊🌑

🐚 water
🐚 sea shells
🐚 a jar

🌊 fill the jar halfway
🌊 gently and carefully add in your sea shells
🌊 fill up the other half of the jar
🌊 meditate with it/pour your intent in it

OPTIONAL: add some herbs! 🌿

can be used for:
🌱 peace/calm spells
🌱 new moon rituals

(some sigils added for some extra function)

very functional and accessible to anyone! i just used tap water, some shells i found on the beach (you can get them in craft stores too), and a jar i got for 99 cents at the dollar store! good luck, blessed be ✨

Nightmares (Stan Uris x Reader)

(cr. to owner for the gif)

Requested: Yes! “Could you do one where the reader had a nightmare and stan comforts her and it’s just so cute and omg softboy stan is all I want in life” I definitely agree! more soft Stanley in this house please.

WARNINGS: none just fluff! (and some smooching)


Stanley wasn’t really known to break the rules. The boy feared getting in trouble, feared the consequences. But, for you he would break a thousand of them. That’s why he now lay next to your sleeping form in your bed as you slept. He had snuck out of his house and into your window as neither of you liked to be alone since…It was rough. Neither of you had gotten a full 8 hours of sleep in awhile and you both discovered the only way you could was with each other. Now Stan, he was shy, and the two of you were just friends so it took him quite a bit to figure out how to cuddle you and not make it awkward. But now he enjoyed it. Holding you in his arms was a calming ritual and helped him get some well deserved shut eye.

Now, though, you were tossing and turning. Nightmares for either of you weren’t uncommon. In fact most nights one or both of you would end up awaking in a cold sweat.

“Please. Please don’t,” you whispered, and Stan who had been just about to doze off, opened his eyes to see your brows furrowed and tears running from your closed eyelids.

“(Y/N)…Wake up it’s just a dream,” he tried to wake you while shaking you gently but, you only became stiff and began to cry out more. Stanley sighed and shook you again, harder this time. “(Y/N) please, it’s not real!”

You suddenly sat bolt upright with a gasp. You whipped your head around searching for Stan and eventually found him sitting up next you with a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh, Stan,” was all you could get out before you collapsed into him and began to sob.

“Shh. It’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe,” Stanley whispered to you as he held you in his arms. You could barely breathe from the memory of what you’d dreamt and you didn’t care to discuss it either. You never did and Stan knew this so he held you close without asking questions, only comforting you and assuring you that whatever had attacked you in your dream wasn’t real.

Eventually you pulled away, having cried yourself out within minutes. You kept connected to Stan by gently taking his hands in yours. You could barely see in the dark room but you could tell he was blushing. He had always been shy with affection.

“Look, Stan…I really want to thank you for staying here all the time. I feel horrible that you’re risking being grounded for the rest of your life just so I can get a good night’s sleep,” you giggled and gently squeezed his hands. Stanley laughed along with you. “It’s a bit easier for me to sleep with you too, so don’t worry too much about it.”

After this you fell into silence. You thought about how Stan was the only person that you felt totally safe with. Truthfully you trusted the boy with your life even though he was very anti-confrontation. You could tell he cared about you more than he did the others. He’d always kept close to your side even with the other Losers around. The thought would come to your head every now and again that maybe you loved this boy, and now especially it was bubbling up inside you. You didn’t know if you could handle the embarrassment if he rejected you, and then how would sleep at night? But, you were tired of having to lie to him especially when the two of you now slept together practically every night.

“Um, Stan-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. Stan had abruptly pressed his lips to yours in an inexperienced but sweet kiss. Before you got a chance to respond he was already pulling away from you and he began to try and let go of your hands. You held on tight though.

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry. I was just…being ridiculous-” You released one of your hands from his and smacked it over his mouth. “You listen to me, Stanley Uris,” you felt his face grow warm when you used his full name, “Don’t you apologize for a damn thing. For such a smart boy, you really are an idiot.”

You leaned in and pressed another kiss to his lips, to which he responded by curving a hand to your cheek. It was a good kiss.


HEL THE FUCK LO. I have been MIA for awhile but I am going to try and be back permanently now! The first item on my list is to finish all the requests I currently have so I can open them up again. When I do I might start allowing people to request some Star Wars and/or some Harry Potter/Wizarding World! Would you guys like that? Let me know! Anyways I hope you enjoyed! This one’s really short I apologize.

I Thought Of Angels Chapter II

Hi guys! This is obviously Chapter 2 of the Angel!Patrick AU that Jasmin @pmvstump and I have been working on! Go check out Chapter I here if you haven’t already and follow our official au blog! We hope you enjoy, and remember, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Those eyes. They were all Joe could see. They appeared everywhere- in the walls, on the television, in his cup of ramen noodles. Most especially, though, they appeared in his dreams. The gentle aquamarine, the color of tide pools at noon, of heavenly rain, of the rushing waves, flooded his senses at all times. That hue, the sparkling energy and the feeling of pure anxiety that came with them— they were all there, picturesque and beautiful and awkward and terrible, just as they had been when he first saw them. That color swarmed his thoughts, coated his brain, caused him to melt. Everything was that shade. There was no escape, and frankly, Joe enjoyed it in a warped, odd sort of way.


“Shitshitshitshitshit…” muttered Patrick, rummaging desperately through the clutter of his dresser drawers. Solid-colored shirts and blue jeans flew haphazardly through the air to land on his bedroom floor; piles of hoodies and underwear accumulated in the corners. Patrick tore the comforter off of his bed, digging around under the pillows, the sheets, the mattress. Nothing. He slammed open the bathroom door, fervently checking the faux-marble countertops with both his eyes and his hands. He tore the shower curtain back, causing the rod to detach from the wall and clatter to the floor. Still nothing.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, sinking in resignation to the ground. He dug around in his pockets for the fourteenth time as a last resort. Still nothing. He let out an exasperated sigh and leaned his head back against the wall, running his hands anxiously through his hair. Where were they? If he had really lost them, it’s not like he could just go get a replacement. And what damaged had he already caused by misplacing them? His wings, an almost iridescent clementine shade, flapped of their own accord out of sheer panic. He grabbed on to the left one, and set to smoothing out the fine, peachy feathers with his fingers in an attempt to calm himself: his ritual practice for fuck-ups. Shit. How was he supposed to fix this? And, the most detestable thought of all, what would THEY say?


Joe held the glasses tenderly, as if they were made of tissue paper, and turned them over and over in his hands. They were simple enough; bottle-thick lenses with basic black frames, but in some way, he felt— and he wasn’t sure how or why— they were sacred. His fingers, which were fairly thin to begin with, and rather dexterous from years of guitar-playing, felt suddenly like bulky sausages that could crunch the fragile glasses in an instant. Gingerly, he lifted the glasses to his eyes in experimentation, but dropped them almost immediately. Now, clutching his curls, Joe realized he had a splitting headache.

As he rose to get some painkillers from the kitchen cabinet, grumbling under his breath, he recounted what had happened at the audition yesterday. That boy from the bookstore—Patrick, if Joe’s memory didn’t fail him—had rushed in when he was called, clutching the neck of his acoustic guitar like it was a life preserver. He kept adjusting his hat, running his hands through his hair, and, strangely, reaching to touch his back as they asked him questions. The anxiety radiating off of him was almost palpable.

“Is it cool if I put my glasses down?” he had asked, before placing them on a plastic collapsible table. If he was going to ask if it was okay to do everything, Joe thought to himself, he certainly did not want this dude in the band. To be honest, he was beginning to regret inviting him, but he’d already convinced Pete that this guy was worth watching out for. When they had met at the Borders the other day, Joe could sense that Patrick really knew his stuff about music. Still, the idea of letting Pete down upset him, and he worried that he had been wrong.

Joe was as far as one could possibly be from wrong. When Patrick opened his mouth, both he and Pete were immediately taken aback. Patrick had a smooth voice, but with elements of roughness and rage that were especially surprising from a man of his meekness, not to mention his stature. He had infused in his voice a million different musical styles, some of which probably didn’t even exist. He was, quite plainly, excellent, and Joe and Pete agreed that he could be truly incredible with some professional training. It was clear that this kid could do it all- sing, play guitar, even write melodies; he played one of his original songs, which had been punchy and powerful. And, as had been mentioned in the bookstore, he was a fantastic drummer to boot. He could play drums like nobody’s business, tapping out rhythms faster and harder than seemingly possible for a human.

“He’s really fucking good, dude,” Pete had whispered to Joe during the audition. “Like, really fucking good. He’s just got a musical mind, y’know? Like… like his brain is wired for this shit”.

Joe just nodded. He was fixated on the boy standing before them, putting his whole being into every single note he played. After what seemed like an eternity and also no time at all, Patrick finished his set. He immediately fixed his eyes on the ground in front of him, and, just like that, the lion was replaced with the lamb from before.

“W-was that good?” he asked, as if he had no concept of how talented he was.

“That was—” Joe couldn’t come up with a word strong enough to describe what it was, which was fine, because Pete had already started talking over him.

“Fucking awesome, dude,” said Pete. “I’m not gonna lie, that was pretty badass. We’ll give you a call, ‘kay?”

Patrick nodded, looking up for the first time. He finally seemed satisfied with himself, his cheeks turning bright pink from the compliment.

“Thanks!” he said amicably, looking over the top of their heads.

Joe shook himself off.

“Yeah,” he said, “thanks for coming, dude. We’ll get back to you soon. Expect a call by…“

For a split second, not even long enough to say “One, Mississippi”, Joe and Patrick locked eyes. Suddenly, Joe was swimming in the Mediterranean, laughing hysterically, running his hands along the softest fabric he had ever felt, watching a fire dance under a moonlit sky.


“This time next week,” Pete said, nudging Joe with his elbow, and giving him his signature what-the-fuck-are-you-doing look.

“Cool,” said Patrick, staring at the tile again. “Thanks”. He left the room just as quickly and anxiously as he had entered, leaving his glasses on the table where he had placed them.

“Wait, Patrick, you forgot—“ Pete called out. When he ran into the hall, though, the boy was gone, as if he had simply disappeared. Pete re-entered the room, staring at the glasses he clutched in his hands. After a brief moment of pause, he tossed them to Joe.

“Can you get these back to him?” he asked.

“I… I don’t…” stuttered Joe.

“Great! Thanks dude,” Pete’s mouth twisted into a mischievous grin, and he clapped Joe on the back.

“Well, I gotta get going. Playing a show tonight with Arma in the city”. He hefted his backpack onto his shoulder, giving Joe a two-fingered salute and a wink before striding out the door. Joe remained, sitting alone, cradling the glasses in his palms, watching the pulsating waves of turquoise and cyan that existed only in his head, and feeling a spark of infatuation flickering in his chest.


Joe’s headache had faded to a dull throb, and he figured he should start trying to find this guy Patrick and return his glasses to him. He was probably walking around, Joe chuckled to himself, bumping into walls and shit. That mental image made him smile from ear to ear, as he considered the possibility of that awkward, tiny, adorable man walking face-first into a wall. Joe shook his head. No. Patrick was not adorable. He was a normal guy who he barely knew. Besides, he probably had a girlfriend or something. With his face, demeanor, and talent, Joe told himself, he was probably a regular chick magnet. Still, as a man, objectively, he was attractive. Of course, that didn’t mean Joe liked Patrick or anything. That would be crazy.

Tips for Cultivating Calmness

1. Try and develop a calm morning ritual instead of starting the day off in a stressful rush.

2. Notice how you tend to automatically respond to a stressful or irritating person or event.

3. Decide to not take things personally; be the kind of person who it’s hard to offend.

4. Develop an attitude of gratitude – and decide to be thankful for the little things in life.

5. Develop healthy ways of coping with stress (as stress is an inevitable part of life.)

6. Single task instead of multitasking (as it leads to fewer mistakes in the end.)

7. Make more time for quiet and reduce the constant noise.


I performed my very first spell/ritual. Even better, I made it myself rather than referring to others. I feel very proud, and this is a major milestone for me as a witch, even though this ritual was small.

This was a calming ritual, in which I used amethyst (for anxiety) and objects that help keep me calm in my mundane life. While playing some soothing music, I lit the candles and meditated, letting myself relax and channel my calm energy into the spell, so that in my future I can remain calm and keep myself from being stressed.
(sorry, Im not good at explanations)

witchonesarethere  asked:

Hi, your blog is awesome and incredibly helpful for a baby witch like me! I had a question about drink spells. I often end my night with a beer or a glass of wine. Is there any way I can turn that into a protection, peace, or calming ritual or spell?

YES, there totally is! Alcohol itself is sort of a calming thing, but different drinks can have different magical properties alone, and then on top of that, you can always make it into a spell or ritual. Its like with tea… tea alone is pretty magical, but you can make rituals around it. Its the same with wine! Or beer! Or even hard alcohol. One of the things I do with my nightly glass of wine, is charge the wine itself with whatever I desire my intent to be (typically relaxation), and dip my finger in it before drinking anything, then lick the wine off my finger. Its always my right index. The dipping your finger in doesn’t really have any significance other then I always do it.

You can also enhance your drinks by making mulled wine, or tonics, or whatever. Or even think about what goes into your drink (the process it goes through, and what ingredients are used to make it) and check the correspondences to those to enhance your ritual or spell with. For example, beer is typically made with some combination of cornhops, wheat, rice or barley. You can take the magical properties from those, and apply them to your drink, and they are what is used to make your beer. On top of that, you can also include the color of the bottle or can for color correspondence. Have a green bottle? Use it in money spells! 

Get creative! A glass of wine or beer can be a magical tool as well!

So here for alcohol spells. Have fun, and good luck!

Theseus Scamander would never say he’s a fan of endless, painstakingly precise folders of intelligence info - but this, this is ridiculous.

Theseus is no fan of grand, bragging style either, but he’s not stupid. He knows the Ministry values him. He knows it values his intelligence, his leadership, or that at the very least his exquisitely Scamander sheninegans amuse all the cheery grandas of the council. Anyway, he’s come to expect some power. Some trust

Some information, say, on the bloody mission he’s just been put in charge of.

Well, today Theseus Scamander has been sorely disappointed. Because his General, waiting for Theseus’ ship to leave for the France battlefields, merely patted his shoulder with fatherly affection, dumped a journal paper scribbled with a couple of pages in his hands, and told him, “Protect the Seer, my boy. I can’t tell you more. They’ll fill you in once at the camp.”

Theseus scrunched his eyebrows together. Politely. “The Seer, sir?”

“The psychic soldier, the one-who-sees-behind, the Dancer of the Worlds. The Seer, lad.”

And, that, was, it. Find the Seer. Protect them. They’ll fill you in once there. Probably the most important mission of his career, of the whole darn War, and Theseus could easily tuck the complete file of it in a two-inch square of paper crunched in his fist.

Merlin’s beard, Hogwarts application forms were longer. Way longer.

Theseus sighs, leaning his head against the ship smokestack buzzing with power at his back. The air is bright and crisp, thick with salt - Brittany sea stretching and curling with foam in front of him. It’s still a good day: no war yet, no screaming, no friends bleeding and sobbing and dying.

I don’t even know who this “them” is.

But it’s still a good day.

In a world thriving on shadowy matters and elusive things such as the Wizarding World, the Seers are among the most shadowy, and the most elusive. Less than a thousand of experts declare to have knowledge of reports of historical Seers. A scarce five hundred adfirm to have come into contact with one of them. A good portion of the International magical community doesn’t even believe in their existence. Seers - who are not Diviners, not Readers, not prophets, but something in between. Seers, who’s been known with many names, and served many gods, and walked the treacherous line between the ones who live in magic and the ones who have forgotten it. Seers, who are said to be able to remember things that are yet to come, who can see a map through the eyes of every man and woman on it, who are said to have changed the fate of battles, empires, wars.

Which is exactly what the Allied forces are planning to do in this war. But Seers have, fatally, a story of getting painfully murdered too. There’s a reason history knows no more than an handful of them - and it does not involve dying of old age. Seers have been hunted for centuries - sought, chained, slaughtered or chained. If their enemies find them, it’s a mess. if their enemies get them, it’s over. 

Theseus studied most of this in school, gave a quiet “fuck” at the thought of being a Seer’s best friend, and promptly forgot it. Now, he simply thinks he’ll never ever envy the poor chap he’s being shipped out to protect.

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anonymous asked:

I haven't been able to sleep well for 4 days. Please help me

I’d suggest to find the source of not sleeping well and get rid of it. If you’re overthinking try to write thoughts down before, if you can’t sleep through maybe try valerian or something else that is soothing. A good atmosphere can also work wonders, make sure the room is a good temperature and that you’re comfortable and safe in your room. Maybe write down things that bother you before going to sleep or do a calming ritual. Personally I always sleep very well when I did sports, so maybe try to exhaust yourself if the rest doesn’t work. If all of this doesn’t do anything maybe a doctor’s visit would be best. Sleep is very important little seedling. I hope it gets better soon! I love you. 

anonymous asked:

i tried to listen to your creepypasta, but i got to the part about the room needing to be mostly empty and chickened out. my heart is still beating too fast, and i didn't even get to the meat of the ritual

calm down friend it’s not scary some dipshit teenager wrote it and the thing is that you have to close all the containers/doors/windows/etc. in your house before midnight or else i didnt describe what happens