the fresh area


by: @rosie-berber and @herpinkminkness

rating: explicit (for sexy times). also, be warned, lots of fluff.

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“Hola!” the friendly voice called from an adjoining room, hidden from view. “I’ll be right with you!”

“Thank you,” Castiel answered, walking up to the simple wooden counter, centerstage in the otherwise barren room. The hotel lobby lacks extravagance, sure, but the walls were painted a cheerful yellow, the color of the little faces in texts he sometimes received from Sam. A few pamphlets in Spanish sat in cubbies along on the wall, each promising a unique and beautiful experience of Costa Rica. But there was no pamphlet for the experience he’d planned.

“Thank you for waiting.” The voice belonged to a woman of effortless beauty, who had come sweeping out of the side room. She was dressed simply, her brown fuzzy hair pulled neatly into a poof of a braid, her dark eyes highlighted only by her long lashes. She let out a long breath as she flashed him a kind grin, before continuing. “How can I help you?”

“We need a room. Errr, a cabin.” Castiel struggled with remembering the right term - his Spanish was rusty. “For three nights. Do you have anything?”

“We?” The prod was good-natured, accompanied by a quirked eyebrow at his lack of company as she retrieved a dusty log book from under the counter. Yes, it seems they were quite off the beaten path. Perfect. Just what Dean needs.

“My, uh, companion is outside,” Castiel clarified and she nodded, taking a few minutes to detail the cabins she had available. He selected the furthermost one, lining the outside of the small area that comprised all the cabins, and facing the active volcano. It had been nearly dusk as they’d arrived at the offbeat site, and they could see trace amounts of smoke from it pressed against the orange sky. He’d left Dean outside to watch it. Just before passing the threshold to the lobby, Castiel turned to observe him, silently standing and watching it plume. Such a rare gift, to watch Dean taking a moment to just … be.

He found Dean in the same position in the barren area designated as a parking lot, eyes fixed towards the sky. Cas quietly moved towards him, juggling keys and a handful of pamphlets. The kind woman had insisted he take some, explaining that zip-lining and the sky bridges were some of the most beautiful in the world. They’d get to it - they had time. Now it was much more critical that they practice the near-unheard-of art of doing nothing.

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I’ve Been Waiting For This

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Title: I’ve Been Waiting For This.

Genre: SMUT.

Member: Baekhyun.

Word Count: 1380.

Description: Your boyfriend has been showing a new side of himself to you, how do you like it?

It was three in the morning when the loud ringtone on your phone had you sitting up in your bed in a groggy state. With half open eyes, you grabbed your phone and looked at the name on your screen to see who had disrupted your slumber and was about to face your wrath.

It was Baekhyun. You instantly worried knowing fully well on nights like this Baekhyun wouldn’t call you because he didn’t want you to miss out on that rest you always seemed so deprived of. The phone was to your ear immediately and your voice was filled with worry as you answered his call.

“Baekhyun? What’s wrong babe?” You croaked out as your teeth came down to bite your lip nervously, you were met with the sound of heavy pants through the phone.

“Y/N, open the front door now” The tone of Baekhyun’s voice was dark. You instantly realised there was no life or death situation Baekhyun was stuck in. This was a let me inside to fuck you so I don’t have to use my own hand situation. You were becoming more familiar with these moments with Baekhyun.

Baekhyun was the best boyfriend you could possibly have, many people told you what you had between you was puppy love because Baekhyun was meant to be the sweet, seemingly innocent guy that showered you with love and sweet pet names. And he did do that, constantly too.

But this was a side no one else knew Baekhyun had to him, the rough side where kinks you had never even imagined came to life. It was a side where Baekhyun turned dark, controlling you with simple words and leaving you stunned into breathlessness.

“It’s cold out there you know, now I have to get into your bed twice as fast as I was planning to” Baekhyun growled, you had hardly computed him taking off his shoes as the front door swung shut with your back being pushed against it by him.

With a flick of his finger, Baekhyun locked the door and you gulped as his glimmering eyes stared down into yours with a longing glare, his words leaving him in a throaty growl.

“What took you so long? Don’t you know how painful it is to have to wait for someone to help me with my horniness?” Baekhyun snarled and you simply stared at him as a growl slipped through his lips and his clothed erection rubbed against you desperately, your silence only causing his temper to rise.

“We’re going to your bedroom now” Baekhyun commanded, grabbing you and taking long strides to get your room, already knowing the path without having to turn any lights on from other rushed journies in the pitch dark. When Baekhyun slammed the door to your room open it was dimly lit with the light from the moon reflecting from your window where your blinds were left open.

“Baekhyun!” You exclaimed when your boyfriend wordlessly began stripping you of your clothes. They met the floor with his and you were rushed onto your bed with his body climbing over yours, lips desperately touching every part of your body they could his he crawled from your feet, over your figure until you were face to face again.

“I’ve been waiting for this Y/N. I could only think of you all day, practise was such a drag when all I wanted was to be loving you until you’re unable to walk tomorrow” Baekhyun drawled as his lips travelled to yours and they came down with a crash against your lips that created a steamy battle.

Baekhyun’s hips were already rocking against yours, you could tell he was desperate, his breath leaving him in pants and chokes before he could even enter you. You moaned at the feeling of his skin against yours as a shiver ran down your spine.

Your name fell from Baekhyun’s lips as he gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up at your entrance. He slammed himself into you with a snarl, not giving you any warning. Baekhyun groaned in relief when your walls clenched around him and set to work at a pace so quick it had you shaking beneath him.

With Baekhyun reaching your sensitive spot it didn’t take long for your orgasm to hit you, it tumbled down on you so hard you had to let out a scream to be able to cope with it, your body shook and Baekhyun groaned, his muscles tensing as you clenched around him again. But he wasn’t done with you.

“Get on your knees” He demanded and you moved on shaking limbs, doing your best to do as told as quickly as possible. Baekhyun smirked, his hand squeezing your ass, earning a satisfied groan from you, his lips trailed kisses up your thighs until he was face to face with your heat. His lips connecting with your want had you flinching and you hissed as he licked away all your juices, moaning in delight when your taste remained on his tongue as he licked lips.

Baekhyun’s fingers brushed past your folds and you shivered when you felt his harden nob preparing to bury itself in its home again. With a buck of his hips, Baekhyun set back to work. His hands were on your hips, his nails digging deep enough to leave marks and you whined at the sensation of him rocking into you over and over again.

The new position only allowed Baekhyun to go faster than he was before, slamming into you at an entirely new pace that had you struggling to remain on your shaking hands and knees. You bit down on your lip to hold back a moan. But it came rumbling out of your throat when Baekhyun used your hair to pull you to him.

“Scream my name for me baby” Baekhyun whispered into your ear. Your breath shook as the skin on your back stuck to Baekhyun’s own sweaty skin. Baekhyun’s hand kneaded your breasts hungrily before travelling further down your body to your most sensitive place. Baekhyun’s fingers found your swollen nub and began rubbing harsh circles to match the pace of his thrusts.

“Baekhyun!” His name came out in a cry when his fingers showed your clit no remorse against his hunger for your cries. You could feel the vibrations of Baekhyun’s moans against your shoulder as he bit into the skin in that area. Fresh tears of pleasure mixed with your heated sweat as Baekhyun maliciously continued pounding into you, doing his best to chase both yours and his release.  

It was when your walls tightened around Baekhyun that he knew your second orgasm was soon approaching. The sudden clenching from your walls only increased Baekhyun’s pleasure and he threw his head back to let out a blissful moan.

Baekhyun’s arm wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed against him as his body leant back, the pleasure being too much for him to handle the longer it went on. Baekhyun was starting to shake just as much as you were shaking, his nails drawing blood from your skin as his grip on you continued to tighten the closer he got to finding his release.

“Come for me baby girl” Baekhyun leant forward to growl his sinful words into your ear and you whined as your body began to follow his orders. Baekhyun let out a moan so loud you were sure it woke your neighbours up. His orgasm hitting him and his juices painting your walls as he finally reached his high.

Your release came to you a few snaps of his hips after Baekhyun’s and you screamed as it ripped through you, leaving you seeing white and heaving deep breaths of pure exhaustion. Baekhyun pulled out of you, helping you ease yourself into the soft covers of your bed, he followed you and you yawned as he his wrapped his arms around you, snuggling as close to you as he was physically able to.

“I love you Y/N” Baekhyun whispered, giving you the widest smile he could. It was one that made his eyes get smaller and his nose crinkle. You chuckled, leaning in to give him a soft kiss before responding.

“I love you to Baekhyun”

Here’s what I had up my sleeve, this was for my bae @nataliethecutegreaser  because I know what Baekhyun does to you now. *Evil laughter* You shouldn’t have told me that!

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Smoke, Fog, and Haze

Originally posted by hxnnxh-bxkxr

* This is my first imagine so it’s not the best! I will be writing imagines for characters in shows that I love but unfortunately don’t see enough of! Shoot me a request if you have one. This particular imagine will be part of a series of imagines dedicated to Y/N’s love life with the beautiful Jeff Atkins until the unfortunate end.*

-not my gif. credits goes to the creator- 

Also not positive on their ages so I just made it up. OKAY ON WITH THE STORY

Jeff Atkins Series

How they met:

*        Smoke, fog, and haze = write about not being able to see ahead of you

Freshman Year: First weekend of the school year

“I can’t believe you’re actually going to this party,” Clay complained from his position on my bed, his eyes still glued to the tv screen where The Lord of the Rings was playing yet again. I was stood in front of my closet, focused on searching through my clothes when he spoke, making me jump a bit. I groaned and rubbed my eyes as I turned to look at him, a bowl of popcorn on his lap and an annoyed look on his face. “I’m in high school now Clay, isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?” I asked with a laugh, “You’ll go to a party too when you’re older.” “Ha ha,” Clay laughed mockingly as he threw a pillow in my direction, nearly hitting my face, “I’m one year younger than you. And yeah I guess you should go to parties but do you have to do it on Lord of the Rings night?” “Would you rather I go next week during Star Trek night?” “Shut your mouth.” I laughed out loud at my best friend. He was a year younger and while I was enjoying the new freedom of High School, Clay was stuck in 8th grade with our friend Tony. I turned back to my closet, deep in thought once again. “What do girls even wear to high school parties?” “According to the movies, not much,” Clay answered, once again sucked into the movie as if the two of us hadn’t been watching it on repeat every day after school.

Eventually I gave up and undressed before I pulled on some jeans and a cropped sweatshirt, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and slipped on some sneakers before turning back to Clay. “Okay how’s this?” I asked nervously, playing with my sleeves. Clay glanced at me quickly, scanned me and returned to watching the tv, “You look nice.” I giggled at the sight of his pout and sat on the edge of my bed next to him, kind of wishing I was back in my pjs and lounging on my bed as well. “I’m really scared Clay. You and Tony are my only friends and you’re not in school with me anymore. I went this whole week thinking that High School was gonna be this magical place where I found myself and made friends with a clique just like me and that together we’d dance and sing our way through the next four years” I began, making Clay snort, “But the only person who’s talked to me all week was Justin Foley when he knocked me over during P.E..  Like, I’m going to a party alone. That’s kind of embarrassing right?” I admitted with a strained smile, butterflies in my stomach at the thought of going somewhere on my own. Clay sighed as he paused the movie and sat up next to me, our legs dangling off the edge of my bed. “It’s not embarrassing to go to a party by yourself. I mean, the whole point is to make friends right? Look, as bummed as I am that you’re missing movie night, I do want you to go to this party. You’re my best friend, you’re a great person, and any one would be lucky to have you even say two words to them. Just go and have a good time and tell me all about it when you get back, okay? Tony should be here by then.” “You invited Tony to a sleepover at MY house?” “I think we’ve been friends long enough to consider it OUR house. Now get out there and make some friends.” I laughed and placed an annoyingly sloppy kiss on Clay’s forehead before reminding him of the pizza money my mom had left us and grabbing my cell phone. I then made my way to my bedroom door. “OH, and be careful out there. ‘ It’s a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to’ “ Clay quoted making me laugh and roll my eyes. “You’re a huge dork for quoting that Jensen!” I yelled over my shoulder as I made my way to the stairs. “You’re a bigger dork for knowing what I was quoting!” he yelled back as I laughed and made my way out the door and down the street.

I stood in front of the large house just a couple blocks away from my own. The music inside was loud and I could hear the laughs and shouts of the teens just behind the front door. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, being greeted instantly by the smell of alcohol and sweat. I glanced around the room full of dancing teens and made my way to the back where I opened up the back door and walked into the back yard that was just as busy but a bit more bearable due to the fresh air. In this area the teens were just as drunk but beer pong and swimming was involved. When I didn’t notice any familiar faces I seriously considered walking back out the front door and to my house but when I turned back to the house a hand reached out and grabbed my elbow. “Y/N! Leaving so soon? You just walked through the door!” I turned back around, my heart jumping knowing that someone had actually noticed my presence, and came face to face with Justin Foley. “Oh, hey Justin. Yeah I didn’t see anyone I knew,” I answered, pushing some fly away hairs behind my ear. I may have been nervous, but I had gone all through the awkward stages of middle school as confident as possible, and that wasn’t about to change.

“Well now you’ve seen me! So stick around,” Justin replied with a grin, running his hand from my elbow down to my wrist where he tugged slightly and led me over to a group of people I recognized from middle school. “You remember Zach, Bryce and Kat right?” he asked as the three turned and waved to me. “Oh thank god a familiar face” Kat practically yelled as she desperately hugged me, “I barely saw a single person I knew this week. I thought I was alone here!” A huge weight floated off of my shoulders when I realized that the lost feeling I was experiencing was happening to each of us. “Okay good, it wasn’t just me,” I replied and we both giggled as the three boys rolled their eyes. The five of us caught up and shared a few stories about the summer before Bryce suggested we step into his pool house. Bryce had just missed the cut for kindergarten, making him a few months older than us, him already being 15 while we were just 14.  However those few months made all the  difference as he carried himself proudly as if he had years on us. He led us into the pool house and he and Zach busied themselves over by the bar while Kat, Justin an I got comfortable on the couch; the music outside was so loud that it felt as though the speaker was directly next to me. Soon enough Bryce and Zach were joining us once again, lighting up joints and taking deep puffs, exhaling thick white smoke. I bit my lip and watched, not sure how to respond as I’d never seen someone smoke weed before. Zach and I made eye contact and he grinned as he lazily held out his hand to me, the joint tucked between his pointer and middle finger, “Want a hit Y/N?” he asked and I weighed my options. I could deny the drug and watch my new group of friends as they had fun without me, I could leave the party and head on home to Clay and Tony and spend another night watching sci fi movies, or I could take a hit and see how it goes. Finally I reached out and shakily took the joint, holding it to my lips but stopping as I noticed everyone watching with lazy smiles. Then I took a deep hit from the joint, holding the smoke and releasing it with a choking cough making the others cheer and pat my back. I laughed and tried again and soon we were in a circle, passing the joints around and laughing as we shared stupid stories.

I stood up from the couch with Zach’s help and laughed loudly at absolutely nothing. After an hour cooped up in the pool house, Bryce figured he should make sure his house was still in one piece. When I was standing straight, I stumbled to the front door and pushed it open, watching as the smoke that had once occupied the pool house, poured out the door blocking my view of the back yard. “Whoa dude, it’s so foggy out here,” Zach pointed out making Kat laugh as she slapped his chest and yelled, “It’s smoke not fog you dumbass!” Zach laughed and lightly pushed her away as I waved my hand in front of my face, pushing the smoke away from my eyes and watching as it floated up to the stars. And as I looked foreword once again I watched how the haze lifted and my eyes locked with a pair of unfamiliar sleepy blue ones. The boy ahead of me was playing beer pong and seemed to be focused on our little staring contest as he didn’t notice how the boy in front of him successfully tossed his ball into his final cup.

The boy quickly turned back to the game when he heard the cheering and smiled before tossing back the cup of beer that was in front of him. “He’s cute,” Kat giggled in my ear as she threw an arm over my shoulder and pushed her head close to mine, pushing her weight onto me as well. I assumed it was the weed that was causing me to giggle along with her as I wrapped my arm around her waist, because I had never laughed so much at absolutely nothing before. “Yeah he is,” I agreed as the boy looked at me one more time with a small smile. “You should kiss him.” Kat stated seriously as she dragged me away from the pool house and toward the actual house. My eyes widened, well as much as they could, and I stopped abruptly before she continued dragging me like a toddler being dragged through the supermarket by their angry mother. “I cannot kiss him. He’s too cute and I don’t even know him.” I differed. Kat gave me a dangerous smile as we stopped in the packed living room. I knew instantly that she had a bad idea. “SUCK AND BLOW!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and quickly people were entering or leaving the living room, a large circle forming, the cute boy sitting next to Kat on the couch. Well he was sitting next to her, until she conveniently stood to stretch and sat on the other side of me, pushing me closer to him.

A playing card was produced by Bryce and soon the small piece of blended plastic and paper was in motion. I couldn’t help but drum my fingers nervously on my thigh as I watched the card make its rounds around the very large circle. “You nervous?” the boy next to me asked. And I was thankful for the drugs in my system because I oh so easily turned to look at him with a lazy grin and what I assumed were hazy red eyes. He bit his lip as his eyes scanned my face and he laughed. “What gave it away?” I asked. “The restless fingers,” he answered, reaching out and pressing his hand against mine to stop its nervous movements. I looked down at his hand over mine, and thought that when he noticed it he’d pull it away; but he didn’t, and I didn’t want him to. “I’m Y/N,” I introduced myself loudly over the still pumping music. “Jeff!” he yelled back with a smile, “I think you’re in my art of film class! You’re the girl who fought with the teacher about how the Matrix movie is a cinematic masterpiece, right? He said you were wrong and you called him a mouth breather.” A heavy blush spread across my face and chest and I quickly turned away from the boy who introduced himself as Jeff. “Wait no, I didn’t mean that like in a bad way. It was actually super adorable how defensive you got,” Jeff added as he nudged my arm with his, “quit ignoring me!” I giggled a bit as I turned back toward him, meeting his dark blue eyes. “I’m embarrassed.” I spoke quietly, secretly loving how he leaned in close to hear me. “Embarrassed that you’re passionate about something?” “Embarrassed that I looked like a huge dork in front of a really cute boy.” I corrected, watching as Jeff leaned back slightly while biting the corner of his lip, his teeth grazing it as he slowly released it as he smiled. Before he could respond to me a hand was tugging at my chin and my head was being turned to Kat as she leaned in and pressed her card covered lips to mine. And I suddenly remembered that we were in a group of teens playing a game. I pursed my lips and sucked, the card sticking to my lips before I turned back to Jeff. I tilted my head up and pushed myself up to be closer to his face and Jeff pressed the palm of his hand against the back of my head before leaning down toward me. His eyes looked from my eyes to the card and back before he pulled my head close to his and pressed his lips against the card. I placed my hand on his shoulder and didn’t bother to blow the card away, and I noticed that he hadn’t bothered to suck. So when his face pulled a centimeter away from mine, the card fluttered to my lap before he leaned back in and his lips connected to mine.

The group of teens cheered loudly at the sight of a kiss (despite not being positive on whether the kiss meant a win or a loss) due to the fast paced game, which the pace of Jeff’s kiss completely opposed. His was gentle as he pressed a few sweet kisses to my lips, before my stupid smile made him smile as well and we couldn’t kiss anymore. Jeff looked up at the ceiling to hide his slight blush and I looked down at my lap in an attempt to do the same. I then pressed down on the home screen of my phone and saw the bold numbers reading 2am. “Holy shit,” I exclaimed. It had already been 3 hours, but it felt like it had only been 3 minutes. I stood up slowly and Jeff stood up with me. “Got a curfew?” he asked me and I felt Kat lightly smacking my leg in excitement that I was holding a steady conversation with him. “Yeah … well no, not a curfew. Just an antsy best friend who I really want to be watching Lord of the Rings with and that totally didn’t help my efforts to convince you that I’m not a dork.” I rambled. Jeff laughed and pushed his hands into his pockets nervously before bumping his shoulder against mine, “I can walk you home? If you’re cool with that I mean. No pressure or anything. It’s just really late and I think you’re a little too high to be walking around alone.” “Yeah I’d like that.”

Before Jeff could lead me to the front door I turned back to Kat and hugged her tightly, and glanced over her shoulder to see Zach and Justin giving me thumbs up. “I’ll see you at school on Monday right?” I asked hesitantly, praying that I wouldn’t go back to wandering the halls alone. “Obviously!” Kat yelled as she lightly shoved me with a laugh. I smiled at her and waved at the boys before making my way to the door, Jeff following as he said goodbye to his own friends. Together we made our way down the street and I welcomed the cool air, a complete contrast to Bryce’s stuffy house. We walked the two blocks home in a comfortable silence before Jeff helped me up my front stairs, chuckling as the door swung open revealing Tony and Clay. Their stern father looks were well practiced and they’re arms were crossed as they took in the sight of Jeff. “You guys are still here!” I yelled as I threw myself at them, trying to squeeze them both into a group hug. “She’s really high.” Jeff announced making Tony groan and pull me off lightly. “I’ll go make some food before the munchies hit,” he announced before disappearing into the house, Clay following him, but leaving the door open for me. I turned back to Jeff, who somehow looked even cuter under the unflattering porch light. “I’ll see you on Monday right?” he asked sweetly holding his hand out to me. “Of course. I’ll save you a seat in Film class,” I replied, taking his hand and squealing when he pulled me into a hug. He then pulled away and jogged down the stairs and down my front yard before disappearing down the street and I couldn’t help but let out another squeal as I turned and ran into my house and into the kitchen. “I take it you made some friends?” Clay asked with a smile as Tony put some left over pizza into the toaster oven. “I made friends and I kissed a cute boy and I’m really happy … and this is so good,” I announced as I pulled a handful of stale popcorn from the bowl on the counter and shoved it into my mouth. “Ew you kissed that guy?” “Yes Clay, and it was glorious.” “He was cute. Nicely done.” Tony replied ignoring Clay’s playful disgust. “Maybe I can actually survive my one year of high school without you guys after all.” “We never doubted you.”

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Last Night I...

Played my heart out
Played like no one had ever told me anything negative about my skills, my abilities, my attentiveness, or my motivation.
Played as though I was a veteran member of the team and not fresh meat in my very first bout ever.
Skated smart, skated aggressive, never gave up.
Skated every single position.
Called off a jam because I took an exit hit that rattled me enough that I didn’t think I was ready to continue skating that jam (btw, congrats Luella, I’m feeling that one today!).
Got dead-legged and kept on fighting that jammer.
Went to the penalty box without arguing a single call, even the one I thought was bullshit.
Lost the game.
Won an award for being the most fearless skater on my team.
Got my ass in the way of so many jammers.
Won the afterparty.

I cannot wait for the next bout.

Practical Magic: Witchin’ on a Budget

Help! Josh, I’m looking at all of these witchy supplies, and I can’t afford them! What am I going to do? How can I afford an altar? I’m on a college budget, for Goddess’ sake!

Calm down, love! It’s all going to be alright!

Like hell, it’s alright! I have to pay tuition! I can’t do that if I’m paying for cauldrons and statues! Have you seen the prices on cauldrons lately?!

Breathe. Stop panicking. You don’t have to spend a lot of money to be a witch. In fact, most of us started off with nothing for our altars!

It’s sort of misleading when reading many books available for starting up in witchcraft state that an altar has such and such items on it, or when many spells call for gems, semiprecious and precious stones or metals, or even hard-to-find plants or spices - many of which tend to be exotic or unavailable depending upon the locale of the witch. I’ve read plenty of spells and books that have placed heavy emphasis on having a cauldron (which, I might add, many cast iron cauldrons can run between $10 (American) and $200 (American) depending upon size, quality, and style). And while I’ve been privileged enough to live near several gem and crystal shops, I still see crystals the size of my pinky finger selling for close to $500. It can be a bit disheartening for the new witch. I was there. We all have been.

But I’ve found that it can be a matter of perspective. Either one can perceive the situation as a hindrance, or one can approach it as an opportunity to get crafty! Thus, the crafty witch, the kitchen witch, and the newbie witch all have something in common: the ability to supply herself with all that she needs without spending to pretty a penny.

But how?! I’m not particularly artistic! I don’t even have time to weave a Brigid’s cross!

As a low-budget witch, you don’t even have to be very artistic. Just practical. And with that practicality comes the ability to save time, as well. To get you started, let’s take a look at some supplies that can be appropriated easily for cheap, and then at some other items that can be substituted for others, and of course, at some supplies that can be picked up in dime and dollar stores!

Herbs: Cheap and Easy to Get!

Something that, as a kitchen witch, often bothers me is that there are many books out there that state that you have to use herbs and spices that are fresh or wild, or have to be kept in glass or natural packaging, or have to be organically grown. To all of that, I say bullshit!

As it is, organic herbs are often marked up in price. Glass packaging is also a mark-up in price. Using fresh herbs and spices limits you to a certain time of the year for many of these plants, or renders you incapable of using them at all (shiitake mushrooms have many uses, but are practically impossible to find fresh in my area, so they always are bought dried). Using wild herbs places you in a somewhat dangerous predicament, as any herbalist or botanist would warn of similar yet poisonous or toxic plants that may be found (a great example is the wild fennel that grows on California’s central coast: the seeds are delicious and particularly useful for teas and cooking, but look nearly identical to hemlock seeds, which also grows wild in this area and is extremely toxic). Another risk to wild gathering is that some herbs have a particular period of time in which they’re safe to consume: elderberry is only safe when completely ripe, for instance, limiting harvest time to a few weeks out of the year.

Rather than forcing yourself to go to the nearest Whole Foods or organic market, I would instead say that what you have in your cabinet works just as well! Dried herbs in plastic packaging picked up for ninety cents at the dollar store? Use it! Can only find ground herbs? Use them instead of the whole herb!

If you’re a witch who leans toward gardening, dollar stores often have inexpensive seeds for herbs and veggies! The college witch who wishes to have fresh herbs and plants can easily have a small herb garden on a windowsill. For years, all of my needs for basil - culinary and witchy - were met by the one basil plant I’d been growing, and it always had more leaves to offer!

If you live in an area where a certain herb is difficult to obtain, research substitutions with herbs that have matching correspondences. There’s no way for me to acquire star anise inexpensively where I live. However, if I need to improve a social situation, I can replace anise with an herb like lavender or rose hips.

Rocks, Crystals, and Gems

Herbs and stones are extremely prevalent in magic. For every intent, it seems like there are two or three stones that correspond to it. But it’s not easy on the wallet, nor necessarily practical, to go to a gem shop and buy a chunk of lapis or citrine or amethyst. On top of that, many witches (myself included) will often provide a word of warning, as budget shopping for stones can be misleading. Some stones, such as turquoise, amethyst, citrine, rose quartz, and lepidolite tend to be swapped out with similar stones that have been dyed to match the colors of the real deal, then sold under the different name. Instead of lepidolite, for instance, you may find  yourself buying dyed mica. Instead of amethyst, you could be buying clear or smokey quartz that’s been dyed purple. And more common is finding that your inexpensive turquoise is actually epoxy!

For the sake of budget, I’m the kind of witch who recommends using herbs and spices instead, and building your collection of stones slowly. Many of the stones I use have been gifted to me, and the ones I’ve bought were done so on special occasions. If you’re set on using stones, gear yourself toward clear quartz, which is generally fairly inexpensive and is the jack of all trades in witchcraft.

In addition, there is absolutely nothing wrong with using stones found in your local environment! Work with the stones as intuition guides you. Sometimes, the most powerful magic is derived from local stones. A great example is chert. While common, it is a very hard stone capable of forming sharp edges. It’s rarely seen or used in witchcraft, but can make for a powerful stone for protection, well-being, hexes, and grounding. If you’re a flint knapper, you could even craft an athame from chert!

Cauldrons, Chalices, Athames, And Offering Dishes

I have a beautiful chalice and offering dish that I use in my rites. I’ve also got a cute little cast iron cauldron. But I’d acquired these after a year of saving up. Going out and buying these may be impractical for the newbie budget witch.

Cauldrons are ancient and synonymous with witchcraft, but when you get to the bare bones of what a cauldron is, it’s simply a metal pot. For centuries, if you didn’t have a cauldron, you were in trouble because it was your go-to cooking implement used for everything from boiling water to making soups and stews to even slow roasting meats. Many kitchen witches are aware of the power their pots and pans have. If you have a rite that calls for using a cauldron, you can use a pot or other fire-safe container!

Similarly, a chalice, when bare-bones, is no more than a cup. A glass or cup from your kitchen would work just as well as any brass goblet!

Athames are somewhat tricky depending upon the tradition. For a kitchen witch, your athame could by synonymous with your chefs knife, but for many other traditions, an athame is never used to cut material substances. Your finger works just as well, but if you feel the need to use a knife solely for magical properties, simple knives can be acquired at dollar stores, or you can set aside a knife from your flatware and use it only for magical purposes.

Offering dishes are entirely optional, and not every witch uses them. These can be any simple plate or bowl.

All of these dishes can be bought at dollar stores, thrift stores, or discount markets.

Jars, Bottles, Vials Galore!

This is a fun one! It allows you to get crafty and thrifty at the same time! Jars, bottles, and vials are easily purchased inexpensively at dollar stores and thrift stores, and Amazon has a lot of options for small bottles and vials in bulk for less than $10 (American). But say you want to avoid buying such bottles and jars. Reuse what you gain from grocery shopping!

As someone who likes to spend a lot of time in the kitchen, I come across plenty of herbs in glass jars and bottles. Jellies and preserves are almost always sold in glass jars. Soy sauce and sometimes ketchup are sold in glass bottles. Wine, beer, and some vinegars are available in glass. And keep an eye out for other, less conventional options that might appear in your kitchen! I occasionally buy caviar if it’s on sale and I feel particularly indulgent (and living on the coast, it is easier to obtain inexpensively depending upon the grade). Since the flavor of caviar is best preserved in glass, it’s almost always sold in little glass jars which I then reuse.

Even some condiments are useful! As I work in a restaurant, tabasco sauce bottles are thrown out all the time. I will occasionally “rescue” the little bottles, clean them out and remove the labels, and use them for my witchy projects. If you find yourself at a restaurant and finish off such a bottle, be sure to ask if it is alright for you to take the bottle home with you!

Thrifty and Frugal

Thrift stores, dollar stores, swap meets, and dime stores are your best friend if you’re a budget witch. Much of what I have today is a result of browsing through such stores on days when I’ve been able to set aside fifteen dollars. Candles can always be found in dollar stores, and if you enjoy using spirit candles, saint candles, or seven day candles, you’re guaranteed a good supply of them at dollar stores. Same thing with tea lights, tapers, and even emergency light candles and matches!

Thrift stores are ideal for anything ranging from crystals to small tables for altars, and are perfect for getting that wine glass or set of jars!

Swap meets are a little more pricey, but give you the opportunity to haggle if need be, or to find what you would least expect at a steal (my boyfriend has a Marseilles tarot deck that I was able to get for about $3 - a deck like that could easily go for five times that price).

Just be sure to cleanse anything  you get from thrift stores and swap meets, as you never know what kinds of energy may be attached!

In Conclusion

It’s easy to be overwhelmed at the sheer cost of getting started in witchcraft, but if you know where to look and what to look for, you can cut that cost down significantly and make it easier to supply yourself. And there’s never anything wrong with building up your altar over time. My own altar is the result of nearly a decade of collecting and buying in very small amounts, and much of what’s present on it had been gifted to me by friends and fellow witches.

I even know several witches to delight in creating their own supplies from scratch, carefully crafting the pentacle on their altar or whittling their own god and goddess statues from the wood they had left over from various projects.

Keep an eye out, and you’ll see opportunities left and right! Have fun, and remember that it’s not the quality or origin that matter. It’s the magic within yourself that makes for the most powerful spells!

Blessed Be! )O(


On 25th May 1991, Michelle Lodzinski, single mother of 5-year-old Timothy Wiltsey, took her little boy to celebrate Memorial Day weekend at the local carnival.  But what should have been a fun trip soon turned to tragedy when Timothy went missing while waiting in line.  Or at least, that’s what Michelle reported to police.  But despite claiming to be at the carnival for over an hour, police could find no witnesses who had seen her there with Timothy, and the car park she said she had used had in fact been closed on that day.  10 days later, Michelle said that her son had been taken by 2 men with a knife, later changing her story to 2 men and a woman.  When no such suspects could be identified, police honed in on Michelle.

5 months later, a teacher discovered a Teengage Mutant Ninja Turtles shoe in marshland near a business park.  Highly publicised as the shoes Timothy had last been seen in, the teacher took his finding to the police.  Upon seeing it, Michelle denied it was her sons.  When 3 weeks passed with no action taken, the teacher passed the story on to the local newspaper, resulting in front page news and forensic testing on the shoe.  Sadly, these tests were inconclusive. It was soon discovered that Michelle had actually worked at the business park, which she conveniently omitted when relaying her work history to the authorities. When a fresh search of the area was conducted, law enforcement discovered the matching shoe, alongside Timothy’s skeletal remains.  Due to the severe decomposition, his body had to be identified with dental records, and no cause or time of death could be confirmed.

It wasn’t until 2014, on what would have been Timothy’s 29th birthday, that Michelle was arrested and charged with murder. After being found guilty in May of this year, her sentencing was postponed while she appealed for a retrial.  Her appeal was denied on 25th October.

‘Two birds one stone’ing this one folks xD Hope you don’t mind, anons and @takeawalkpigeon :) I also chose to fill this omegaverse-style so yeeeep.

This labeled as Safeguard. Posted and updated at my ao3 account here. My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

Jack was leaving the office late, enjoying the hour as the surrounding halls and offices in the lower levels were quiet. He listened to the satisfactory slap of his shoes, enjoying that the sound he made was filling up the empty space of after-work hours.

He stopped when a bang caught his ears- like someone kicking a desk or maybe an office door. Someone with a mind for vandalism? Ooh-hoo, right up his alley. The alpha was giddy at the idea of scaring the crap out of some peon, or maybe a little pre-bedtime strangling to soothe him to sleep.

He turned a corner and found light coming from one of the cubicles, and was sneaky in his approach. While he was expecting espionage at the very least, instead he heard a sob, much too loud for someone attempting mischief. Alright, probably someone working late. It wouldn’t be the first employee he’d come across having a breakdown at work, and hell, it wouldn’t be the last if he had anything to say about it. The sight that greeted his eyes though was far from what he expected.

There was an omega inside the cubicle, scent strong and a bit enticing to his nostrils. An omega about to go into heat, he realized. As Jack stepped into the light, the younger man jumped back, completely startled with wide eye full of fear and tears against the opposite wall. He knocked a few things off the desk in his efforts to put space between himself and the sudden alpha invading his space.

Jack took in his appearance with a frown: swollen-shut eye, bloody nose, fat lip, face wet with tears, and he could smell the fear coming off him in waves. The wounds were quite fresh, and the surrounding area was a mess from an obvious scuffle. There was a previously potted plant on the floor, pencils and pens everywhere, and a picture laying on the floor of the omega with friends.

He had an attractive face, Jack thought. Though currently one wouldn’t be able to tell.

The omega looked stunned, and he was shaking; visibly trembling. Jack didn’t usually command this kind of fear until after he’d yelled at someone. The younger man was currently trying to work himself into the space between the wall and his desk– cowering, Jack realized. Though he was used to healthy fear from his employees regardless of endotype, his brain reminded him that omegas tried to make themselves small when threatened. The cowering actions were preservation from perceived threat; the side of the younger man’s face which wasn’t swollen was currently scrunched into a furrow of worry.

Jack growled lightly in the back of his throat with annoyance. The behavior, the sights, and the scents before him all made Jack incredibly uncomfortable; the mix of violence and omega heat-scent were far removed from one another in his mind. And the younger man’s fear of him was instinctual.

It immediately rubbed Jack the wrong way as he knew it wasn’t necessarily his grand self and reputation that had put the fear of God into this omega, but rather his own alpha scent. He enjoyed a bit of cowering after he yelled at someone for some incompetent bullshit, sure. But not like this. Not someone scared within an inch of their lives and reverted to instinct from no causation. This was an omega trying to protect his person at the base level, and it aggravated something angry inside the alpha.

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TonyMoly Panda’s Dream So Cool Eye Stick Review

After trying out and loving the Etude House Eye’s Cream products, I was quite determined to try out more eye cream in stick form.  I came across the TonyMoly Panda’s Dream Eye Sticks and was very keen to try these out!

TonyMoly’s Panda’s Dream line comes with 2 different types:
- TonyMoly Panda’s Dream Brightening Eye Stick
-TonyMoly Panda’s Dream So Cool Eye Stick

The TonyMoly Panda’s Dream So Cool Eye Stick is a portable stick-type eye cream that provides moisture and cooling effects to the delicate area around the eye.
To use, apply the product gently from the inner side to outer side.  Tap lightly with finger tips for better absorption.

The TonyMoly Panda’s Dream So Cool Eye Stick has an adorable panda design. The eye stick comes in a twist stick packaging. Once the lid is removed, there is another plastic protective cap on the top of the product itself. There is 9g of product in total.

My eyes are usually quite puffy in the morning, but with the application of this cooling eye stick, the swelling is reduced quite dramatically. The So Cool Eye Stick offers a very light cooling effect that is quite minimal and lasts for a short time so it doesn’t cause any irritations to the eyes. The product glides on smoothly and doesn’t tug on the skin during application. It offers moisture to the delicate skin around the eyes. The eye cream leaves the eye area feeling fresh with no greasiness or stickiness. It is convenient to use with its twist design and roll over application which doesn’t cause a mess or take too much time to apply, making it perfect for use in the morning. Overall, this product is pretty great and I’m excited to try the brightening version next!

-provides a cooling effect
-non-greasy and fresh feeling
-easy application + convenient to use
-doesn’t cause any irritations
-glides on smoothly

Cons: None

Overall Rating: 4.5/5


Jamie Benn Imagine - Third Floor (requested)


“I’m so fucking sick of sitting in these bars every night,” Jamie told me. “I just want a girlfriend, but I can’t get a girl to stick around for me than a night. Which is weird, right? Because aren’t girls usually the ones who want to be in the relationships and avoid the one night stands?” He continued, sipping from his beer as we sat at the bar.

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Nature Sibling Tidbits
  • Amaya loves children just as much as Jasper, but simply cannot spend as much time with them.
  • Normally, Thundurus and Tornadus are documented to be the ones who fight, while Landorus intervenes. Amaya did try to start fights with Coro when they were younger, but she could never get him to throw a punch back. Things settled down eventually and they became close
  • Jasper has two main ways he bonds with people; grooming and play. He normally roughhouses with Amaya, while he and Coro take it easy
  • in regards to the roughhousing; Jasper is almost always hyper and energetic after a session with Amaya.
  • The siblings were raised by other Landorus, Tornadus and Thundurus
  • Coro is almost always the one who gets the other two new clothes, as he is the one who is the most comfortable going into towns
  • Amaya has an affinity for water more than anything. She prefers making simple rain storms rather than lighting or thunder storms, and gravitates towards bodies of water in her travels.
  • While in Therian Forme, Coro often preen/grooms his siblings out of habit.
  • In fact they all groom/preen each other a lot.
  • The three of them aren’t as inseparable as they might seem. They all travel their separate ways a lot, but always find each other at least once a month and are inseparable then //weeps
  • They often sleep together in one big pile during those times
  • Jasper’s ‘homes’ are mostly forests and large trees. Amaya’s are waterfalls, lakes, streams and other areas near fresh bodies of water. Coro’s are mountains
  • Coro knows the most languages out of the three, followed by Amaya, then Jasper
  • The three siblings often playfully tease each other for their verbal quirks (I.E. Jasper’s old english slips, Coro’s occasional use of the more modern slang, Amaya’s habit of picking up accents)
  • It has been at least one hundred and fifty years since Jasper created a meaningful relationship aside from Amaya and Coro
  • Coro is fully blind in his right eye (though he tries not to let that be known as it is something someone can take advantage of) and is easily startled when anyone approaches from that side. Amaya and Jasper made it a habit to announce themselves when they arrive in his presence before doing anything else.
  • Said habit is now ingrained in their lives, and the two siblings continue announcing themselves when they arrive on a scene even when Coro is nowhere to be found.
  • Jasper has very sensitive hearing. Heartbeats are one of the most calming sounds to him, so he will often rest his head on Amaya/Coro/Yvette’s chest in times of stress
No Guard

I’ve always loved buzzing my hair close, but usually made the clippers leave about 0.125 inches (3 mm) on my head. I was quite fine with it. But over time I noticed to like the way a even closer cut looks like. It was tempting to me.

Once, when I was cleaning up my outlines after another self-cut, I came the idea of just letting the unguarded clippers “accidentally slide” over the rest of my scalp. After a moment of hesitation, it happened. A light stripe of not even 0.01 inches (0.4 mm) short stubble went from my forehead to the back of my head. Right in the middle. I let my fingertips slide over the fresh chopped area and it felt uncommon, but it felt good. Soon I found myself cutting the rest, curious about how it would turn out.

Since that day I have never used any guard again. The next step will be smooth, but that may take some more time.

— B

Honestly the multicultural festival in my town was great. I got to watch some martial arts demonstrations and listen to a native american speaker and his music and singing and he did the coolest hoop dance (dude is 62 and he’s dancing with like 28 hoops around his body!). He spoke about diversity and acceptance and it was,,,, such a breath of fresh air for this area. Also Indian food and crepes so big and sugary they almost made me sick,,, that was a thing.

And there was a group of Tibetan Buddhist monks being hosted by the Unitarian Universalist church (AKA our resident Gay Church) and they did their chanting and music and dance, but they also made this incredibly beautiful and intricate sand mandala (by memory!!!) which took them three days. It’s supposed to house a deity inside of it and bring peace. And during the closing ceremony for their work they dismantled it (its supposed to represent the impermanence of life, but I couldn’t help but feel bad it was so pretty and they worked so hard aaaaaa) but we all got some sand from it and then there was a processional type thing down to the river where they tossed the rest of it in the water as a blessing to the community and it was all so nice!!



The boys stumbled over each other trying to get into the little room you were kept in.
“Y/N they sent something up for you!” Newt excitedly bounced as he fiddled with the box.
Minho plopped down on the foot of your bed causing you to wince in pain, “I’m sorry baby!! I didn’t mean to, here” he adjusted you a little, “better?” He kissed your hand in the dim light.
“Much,” you smiled from discomfort.
“It says we need to inject this into a vein and you should be could in a matter of days,” Newt pulled out the needle filled with the cleansing toxins.
You flinched at the site. As much as you hated needles, it was worth it to make the pain go away. A week ago you came down with this strange illness that prohibited you from doing much work. It caused some vomiting here and there, severe headaches, and even some sores were appearing, causing you to be in utmost pain, making it hard to move, especially without breaking into a sweat, another one of your symptoms.
“Just do it!” You screamed holding out your arm closing your eyes shut. Your boyfriend squeezed your hand, “It’ll be ok baby,” Minho soothed.
All you remember is feeling a sharp pinch as the boys hovering over you slowly faded to black.


You slowly opened your eyes and sprang up in your bed, not remembering where you were. The surroundings gone from all memory. You threw your covers off and took small steps toward the door, your legs wobbled with weakness as you slowly turned the handle and shielded your eyes to the bright outdoors.
You made your way into the fresh area surrounded by high stone walls, boys at work everywhere. Slowly adjusting, you dropped your hand and slowly turned around. Beginning to panic, you ran, as fast as you could, trying to find a way out.
It didn’t take long for your feeble legs to give out and you plopped on the ground, unable to move and shaking from fear.
“Y/N! She’s awake guys!” A deep voice rang out. In a few moments a boy with dark chocolate eyes and olive skin stared down at you, sweat dripping from his brow as if he was running all day long. “She’s awake!”
“Um, excuse me, but who are you and where am I?” You said with confidence.
“Princess, you really don’t remember me?” The boy said, helping you up.
“No, and don’t call me that,” you backed away from his grip, staggering into the other boys.
“Your boyfriend, Minho,” he walked closer realizing the gap.
“Get away from me, I don’t know you!”
“Guys, something’s wrong,” a little boy piped up.
“Way to state the obvious, Chuck!” Your"boyfriend" replied, “let’s get her back to the hut!”
The boys grabbed you gently and ushered you back, kicking and screaming. They tucked you in and gave you something to ate, leaving you all alone.
You quickly gulped your meal and set the plate down, sighing.
The door creaked open again causing you to jump, the sight of Minho was quickly revealed.
“Leave me alone,” you croaked.
He cautiously sat down on the end of the bed, “Hey, you didn’t wince!” Noticing your confused look he said, “right you don’t remember. Anyway, I know you don’t remember me y/n, but if I have to, I will do anything I possibly can to make you fall in love with me again,” he handed you a flower cheekily smiling. You took it timidly and gave it one quick sniff before nodding your head for him to leave and placing it by your side.
“I love you,” you heard him whisper before the door closed shut for the night, sending shivers down your spine.


You had spent two days cooped up in the dark room, bypassing your time by carving little designs in the wooden walls with a knife you saved from dinner. The boys never questioned your decorative work.
You were in the middle of carving a face of a boy, with slight resemblance to Minho, you couldn’t take your mind off him. You wanted to remember, your really did. All of a sudden, the door burst open and Newt and a boy named Thomas rushed in carrying your said boyfriend, who was clearly passed out. You slowly sat up and peered over at the bed next to you, now surrounded by boys.
“Minho?” You whispered, not even realizing you now stood in back of Newt. He slowly moved over and you now hovered over his limp body. You knelt down, and pushed back his wet hair.
Someone piped up saying he was hurt by a rogue monster you never heard of, leaving the only sound in the room being a light smack to be quiet and Minho’s staggered breaths.
“Y/N,” Minho managed to say your name as his face grew more purple, and his eyes rolled back again.
You looked around at the boys, “We need to get the serum in him, now,” Newt said holding a needle. Just the sight of the glimmering tip brought a memory flooding back. The roles reversed, Minho hovering over you. You gasped and quickly shot a glance at the suffering boy, trying to keep his eyes focused on you.
You leaned closer, inches away from him now, your lips collided into a sweet kiss. Memories flossed back at the spark of his touch. Traveling through the maze together, campfire endeavors, every special moment in between sending a surge of butterflies through your stomach. You pulled away after a few seconds, and he gasped for air, that being to much of a strain for him.
“I remember,” you said, and he smiled brightly, even though the rest of him was slowly slipping. You moved out of the way so the boys could administer the serum.
“You only have a few moments with him, before the changing happens at least…” Alby said resting a hand on your shoulder before he left you two alone.
You turned toward your ill boyfriend, “I remember it all,” you smiled.
“Come here,” his hand lifted towards you and you took it, grasping tight.
“Whatever happens, know that I am deeply, madly, truly in love with you, and nothing will ever change that,” you said.
“I’m in love with you too, y/n, and I promise that somehow everything will work out for us,” he stroked your cheek before wincing in pain, “I’ll see you soon…”

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair. || Accepting.


It had been about a few several months since Michael had came out of the cage, thanks to both Lucifer and Castiel. His sanity was contained, thanks again to his brothers, but at times he finds himself having a hard time telling the different from an illusion and reality. Michael was in a state of trance where his mind was blank while aimlessly watching the surrounding area. Green fresh cut grass, wind blowing gently against his vessel’s skin while sitting down on the wide spread of grass. 

He didn’t feel it at first, but he felt a hand by his ear. It snapped him out of daze. It was Castiel. The archangel’s hand was brought up to his ear, feeling a little wild flower in his hair. He pulls into his hand, looking right at the flower. After a few seconds, he looked to his side. There he was, Castiel, just sitting there wide a small smile on his face. “… Thank you.” His expression was blank, but the gesture actually touched Michael.