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Thankful (Tom Holland Thanksgiving Imagine)

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

Summary: Finally you and Tom are able to take a break from your busy lives and spend Thanksgiving together.

Authors Note: This has been in my drafts for a hot minute. I’ve gotten asked how I write so much and tbh there will just be nights where I write my ideas down and then get like 2/3′s of the way through and finish the rest when I have more inspiration. I’ve gotten a couple of Thanksgiving request and I think I might do a couple more little Thanksgiving blurbs (or headcanons because you guys seem to love those). 

Masterlist

Word Count: 1388

Warnings: Fluff

Taglist: @tbholland @stephie-senpai @cersei-lannister @i-love-superhero @chinalois @behxndthemask @ttholland


The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and while you didn’t necessarily agree with that idea it was certainly true of your man. As every second of every day passed you were sure Thomas Stanley Holland was the love of your life. You’d never been a sap, but he managed to bring something out in you. 

The two of you met when he was looking to buy a new house in Atlanta. You were an agent on a house he was looking at. You’d gotten your real estate license freshman year of college, and used flipping and selling properties to help pay for tuition. 

The day you met Tom, all you’d hear was that you had a high profile client but didn’t know exactly who they were. To say you were shocked by how young your client was, was an understatement. Normally prospective buyers showed up wearing formal attire but he casually rolled up in grey joggers, a tight-fitting Nike shirt, and sunglasses. Sweat glistened on his skin and his hair was tousled like he came from the gym. Tom’s jaw also dropped seeing you in a floral silk dress with your curls bouncing on your shoulders and Gianvito Rossi heels lengthening your legs. You removed your Fendi sunglasses, tucking them away in a creme Prada Saffiano Lux Tote. To keep a long story short, that day you ended up with a nice commission and a date to an exclusive restaurant.

Ever since then, you’ve been a couple. Sometimes it was hard considering the fact that he was always filming or on a press tour and you were busy focusing on your firm. The time spent together is cherished and full of passion. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, or at least it makes one friskier in bed. 

Finally, you’d have your man home for a week. No scripts, no press, just being together. He had been filming some secret project in L.A. and they took off for Thanksgiving. Last night, you retrieved him from the airport and the two of you enjoyed each other’s company through all hours of the night.

Gentle buzzing awoke you from your slumber. A soft groan escaped your lips as you attempted to untangle yourself from Tom. He had your legs weaved between his, as his toned arms rested on your torso. Carefully, you get free and head to your personal closet. You slipped off the silky wine-colored negligee put on as a welcome back gift for his return home. Rummaging through the drawers, you settled on a favorite t-shirt of Tom’s that smells like him and nothing underneath. There was no need to dress up since it was just the two of you, besides you liked when Tom came up behind you and gave pats on your butt. 

You quietly exited the closet and checked to see if he was still sleeping. Baby boy, had his head buried in a pillow and was sprawled out on the bed. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You wanted to chastise him for being a such a workaholic, but he was doing what he loved. Gently, you tucked Tom back in under the sheets and kissed his forehead. 

You tip-toed across the hardwood floor trying not to make too much noise and gently shut the door behind you. Glancing down at your phone, you groaned. 5:00 AM. Had to get started now or you’d be eating at midnight.

Making your way to the kitchen, you glanced in a hallway mirror letting out a groan. After last nights activities, Tom somehow managed to convince you to not touch your hair and just fall asleep on his chest. While it was against your better judgment, he was too enticing to resist last night. Now you were paying that bad decision with your frizzy hair. You found a nearby hair tie you had lying around and reached to pull your mane out of your face before being met with a snap. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

You huffed before walking down the hallway to your office and grabbing a thick rose scrunchie. Not your best look, but you’d fix it later. Heading back down to the kitchen, you’d flip the lights on and bask in front of all your pre-measured ingredients. Everything broken down recipe by recipe, every ingredient was perfect down to the final drop. 

If anyone knew how to throw it down in the kitchen, it was you. It was rare when you found the time to cook these days, but when you were in the mood everyone was begging at your feet for more. Tom loved your food, but he’d never had a Thanksgiving with you before so he didn’t know what was coming his way.

In about an hour you had the turkey in one oven, a roast going in the slow cooker, and a pecan pie was ready to go in the oven. Around 7, you figured it’d be alright to turn on some music to help keep you entertained. At the beginning, it started as you humming along but quickly turned into you belting and dancing around the kitchen as you cooked. You were about halfway through dancing to Hips don’t lie when you heard a bang. You turned around to see Tom had fallen while holding onto a vase.

“Tom, what the hell?” You asked turning down the speaker and going over to help him up. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I heard a noise and you weren’t in bed with me so I panicked,” He said standing up. Softly you giggled. 

“Mmm yes, my knight in shining armor I’m sure you would be able to fight off an intruder with a vase,” You shake your head at him.

“I’m Spider-man I can fight anyone off with anything,” He said playfully putting the vase back down. “So what can I taste test?”

“Nothing,” You said smacking his hand away as it hovered over your ingredients. He pouted. 

“Am I supposed to starve until tonight? Is this how Thanksgiving works?” He huffed.

“I already made breakfast for you, it’s sitting on the counter,” You said, wanting to get him out of the way. 

“You’re the best girlfriend ever.” His arms wrapped around your waist as you began to knead the dough. 

“Yes, yes, yes I’m well aware.” You focused on the food, wanting to make tonight perfect. 

“Can I help with anything?” He began peppering small kisses on your neck, making your back arch on instinct. You whipped around and gently nudged him away. 

“As much as I love you, Tom, I need to make sure everything is perfect.” You planted a light peck on his cheek hoping to satisfy him. “Just relax and watch some Netflix or something.”

“Baby, I want you to relax too. You work just as hard as me,” He frowned gently holding your chin in his hands. “It’s supposed to be your break love, I don’t need all of this.”

“But I want your Thanksgiving to be perfect,” You frowned as he gently squeezed your cheeks, making them puff up like a goldfish.

“You go honestly give me anything and I’d believe it was the perfect Thanksgiving,” He chuckled. “I just want to spend time with you.”

You looked around at all the food you laid out. So maybe you had a tendency to go a bit overboard. No one could blame you for loving the Holiday. 

“Well I’m not going to waste all this food, it was a lot of work measuring this out,” You said still through squished cheeks. He laughs before letting go because of how cute you look.

“Then we’ll finish it up together and whatever we don’t eat we give to a homeless shelter,” he said. “It is all about giving right?” 

You jumped up, wrapping your legs around his torso and kissing him. What had you done to deserve someone as amazing as him? You pressed your forehead against his.

“You know I love you,” You said unable to contain your smile.

“I had a feeling.”

anonymous asked:

Do you think people put to much stock into temperament testing? I was reading some articles and saw people quoting an American temperament test statistic like it was the end all be all and when I actually looked at what they consider so amazing it was laughable to me because my dog could pass it no problem but he still wants to murder another animal and I'd never put him in a house with a kid. I saw many people shocked when their "cat tested" dog goes after one outside when I was working rescue.

Temperament testing only goes so far, and only sees what it’s designed to let the viewer see. Putting it this way:

Only 1/3 of dobermans pass the WAE, which the ATTS you’ve mentioned is based off of. However, there are some IPO3 dogs that cannot pass the WAE as well, and some dogs that get run off the field at a trial that DO pass. So which is a better test of stability?

The ATTS is frequently quoted as “the” test for bully breeds and how more bully breeds pass than non-bully breeds, which is true. But it does not test for reaction to other dogs, to prey animals, to children, or to resource guarding. Anyone who’s worked with animals knows that those are the biggest triggers for dog bites: adult strangers, children, other dogs, prey animals, and resource guarding. The ATTS only tests for adult strangers. This means that 4/5 common triggers in dog bite scenarios aren’t being tested for, which makes it a really bad test to quote for how stable a type of dog is. Not that I believe bully breeds to be unstable, just that it’s an example of a very poor argument for temperament testing used widely in defense of specific dogs.

I have seen dogs fail shelter and rescue intake temperament tests by biting the fake dog, the “child” doll, or the plastic hand that turned out to be spooked by the unfamiliar stimuli in a very unfamiliar situation and bit as a panic response. I’ve seen these same dogs go home to never have an issue, because they were allowed to adjust to a situation and no one bothered them with weird scary things. I’ve seen dogs that pass those same tests turn around and bite someone because a fake hand and a doll baby is a lot fucking different than a real hand and a real child. I’ve seen dogs pass cat tests and turn around to kill the resident cat as soon as they arrived at the new home. I’ve seen dogs fail cat tests and do fine with a cat brought into the home.

I’ve seen dogs test “very proficient” in instinct tests and then fail at actually doing anything in a real world environment. I’ve seen dogs test “very poor” and then do wonderfully.

At the end of the day, temperament tests are only a snapshot in time. On their own, they don’t prove much. When combined with others, they begin to paint a better picture. For instance, the first example was IPO3 vs WAE. Which is a better indicator of temperament? I would say neither- WAE is a snapshot of an untrained dog and IPO3 is a snapshot of a trained dog, put them together and THAT will be your picture of temperament you’re looking for. Add in an ATT, TT, BSA, CGC, and TDI… and now we’re beginning to evaluate stability as well. But any of those seperately? They tell you the dog’s training, or lack thereof, and not much more.

procraesthetics  asked:

I wonder what would happen if Dudley grew up in the wizarding world but still as a muggle? like kind of reverse AU where his parents are dead and he has to go to Lily for whatever reason? do you think he would become bitter like Petunia about magic?

Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look and not touch.

The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they’d had a shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy–

And now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily walked the halls of the Godric’s Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry always had.

She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up the hall the opposite way. “I think he’s asleep,” James mouthed over Harry’s tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at his sleeping son.

Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. “James,” she said. “How are we going to do this?”

“Oh,” he said. “Hey. Don’t you cry, you’ll start them off– unless you need to cry, I mean, you go ahead, hey, sweetheart, hey, it’s alright, you just let it out.” He stepped forward, shifting Harry gently to his other shoulder, and pressed his forehead to hers. “We tuck them in, okay, that’s what we do next. Then we go to our own bed, okay, and go to sleep, and when we wake up it’ll be a new day.”

“A new day,” she said. “Another day– James, that’s the– I’m so tired.”

“So let’s sleep. It’ll look better in the morning,” he said. “And if it doesn’t look better this morning, it’ll look better in the next one.”

“You promise?”

“Better than that. I’ll show you. Every day,” he said and kissed her cold forehead.

Dudley had not shown up on the Potters’ doorstep with the milk bottles. Lily had gotten a phone call from the landline she still had installed in Godric’s Hollow, about an accident, and she had gone down to the Muggle police station to identify the bodies.

The cupboard under the stairs was filled with spiders, broomsticks, and the sewing machine Lily’s mother had given her when she married James– that’s all. Dudley slept downstairs. Uncle Remus taught Dudley and Harry to knock out coded messages through the wall their rooms shared.

In the backyard, beside a rickety porch and an ambitious hedge, James taught them to fly– first on little tot brooms where their toes brushed the grass the whole time, then out of the barrels of practice brooms James used for lessons and coaching Little League Quidditch.

When the boys turned ten, five weeks apart, they both got shiny new Nimbuses on Dudley’s birthday (which came first), and a set of enchanted Quidditch balls on Harry’s, to share. The Bludgers were enchanted to be very kind but Dudley spent long afternoons whacking them far afield while Harry chased the Snitch at his back.

Harry had a scar on his forehead, like a jagged bit of lightning. Dudley had no scars– the car crash that had killed his parents hadn’t touched him where he sat strapped into a car seat in the back, chewing on a stuffed dinosaur toy.

Lily did not believe in lying to the children. She was bare years off being a child herself, and spare moments on the far side of a war. When Dudley asked about his parents, she told him there had been an accident. She pulled pictures off the shelf and wrote Petunia’s old university friends for more.

Photographs came by mailman, the images still and unnatural to Dudley’s eye. Every day he’d gone out to play, for years, he’d been waving at the picture near the back door of his aunt and uncle on their wedding day, and they waved back every time.

“She was very clever,” Lily said. “Your mom liked to know everything.”

“And my dad?”

“Vernon liked… cars?” James offered. “That’s the word, right, Lily?”

“I didn’t know him very well,” Lily said. “He liked drills, I think; he worked for a firm that made them, and he talked about that a lot.”

Dudley brushed his thumbs over the dull edges of the photos. When Lily went off to Auror headquarters the next morning for work, James bundled the boys up and took them on an impromptu invisible tour of Grunnings Drill Manufacturing Inc.

They tiptoed down halls and past water coolers and ringing fellytones. They held hands under the Cloak as they dodged around the machines on the manufacturing floor, thumping and pounding and whirring away loudly enough that Harry and Dudley could whisper to each other under the noise. An elevator took them all the way up to the top floor. Harry whistled cheerily and eerily along with the elevator music while the Muggles slowly edged toward the doors and pressed floor buttons lower than they’d originally wanted.

There were boxes and cabinets and folders and desks and staticky monitor screens full of numbers strewn in endless grids. “Merlin’s knuckles,” said Harry, who was seven and a half and rather proud of this expletive. “People can look at this all day, their whole lives, and not die?”

“Work is hard work,” said James.

“At least mum gets to curse things.”

“But my dad liked it?” Dudley said, peering at a white board that was bleeding enthusiastic marker. “There’s a lot of things, here. Maybe he liked knowing things, too.”

When the boys asked about the scar on Harry’s forehead, Lily and James looked at each other. “You know how sometimes we sit with Uncle Remus and talk about a war?” James said. “Or with Ms. Amelia or Mr. Mundungus.”

“Mr. Mundungus is kinda smelly,” Harry said helpfully.

“It’s not nice to say so though,” said James, and Lily made a face.

“Are we raising them to be nice?” Lily said.

“I’m trying,” said James.

“You talk about a war,” said Harry and shrugged. Dudley nodded.

“There was a very bad man, in those days,” said James.

“Voldemort,” said Lily, and James made a face.

“He was so scary a lot of people don’t like to say his name, even now,” said James. “And he was coming after us because we had been fighting against him, in the war. He came to the house and he tried to hurt you, Harry. But it didn’t work. It hurt him instead, and gave you that scar.”

“Is he going to come back?” said Dudley, who was paler than his normal pink.

“No one’s heard of him since then,” said Lily.

“Where were you?” said Harry, because all his life they had been right there.

“Oh,” said Lily, but her throat closed up.

“We were at Dudley’s mum and dad’s funeral,” said James. “Our friend– our friend Sirius was watching you two. The bad man, he came to the house. He. Well. I.”

“Sirius died,” said Lily, one hand squeezing James’s knee and the other reaching down to brush hair off Dudley’s forehead. “You lived, Harry, and Voldemort vanished. And that’s why sometimes people stare in the streets, baby.” James tweaked Harry’s collar absently.

Two days after they had buried Lily’s sister, the Potters had stood together in the first chills of November and buried James’s brother.

Sirius had been burned off the Black family tree years before. Lily and James had talked to his cousin Andromeda, to Remus, and then they had laid him to rest in the Potter family plot. At the wake, they’d told old jokes about squirrel breath, shedding, and man’s best friend. Remus had fallen asleep on their couch and stayed for a month.

It took a two hour row with HR for Lily to get two passes to the Ministry’s Bring Your Kid To Work Day.

“He’s a Muggle.”

“He’s not,” Lily snapped. “He’s family.”

She had to get permission, sign a million forms, and she also had to take the boys in early so that Dudley could get smothered in the spells that would keep the Anti-Muggle wards around the Ministry from activating on him. “If a Muggle stumbles in somehow, they just see a funny-smelling supply cabinet and turn back around,” Lily told Dudley. He nodded and dragged Harry off by the wrist to go look at the fountain.

The windows were pouring sunlight into the underground room– the maintenance workers had just gotten a win on their contract negotiations and had banished the grimy rain-spattered windows of the previous weeks. The light hit the falling water, the golden statues, and the small excitable crowd of Ministry dependents who were gathering in the atrium. Dudley was fishing about in the fountain for Knuts to toss back out again, elbow-deep, and Harry was laughing and coming up with weird wishes to make on them.

Lily hadn’t said son. She’d said family, and that was true enough, wasn’t it? She didn’t say son– she had a son, and she had a nephew, a ward, another child who came to her after nightmares and scraped knees. It was not less, it was just words.

Lily worried about stealing more things from Petunia. Tuney had shrieked at her, in ladies’ restrooms and suburban foyers, had hissed at her in grocery store aisles and family dinners, because Lily got everything. And now Lily had her son.

Lily could just imagine it– could just see Petunia’s face twisting and chin stabbing at the air. You could have anything, and you took my son– my son!

“You left him to me,” Lily whispered, but that wasn’t quite right. “You left,” she whispered, and that wasn’t quite right either, so she strode off toward the fountain to ask the boys if they wanted to go see the Auror spellwork ranges. Dudley’s sodden shirt sleeves dripped all over the Ministry floors. Harry’s hair fell down into his eyes and they both grinned bright enough to rival the spelled sunlight.

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My Rich American Family

by reddit user aliceinvunderland

I am part of a rich American family, in a rich American suburb, full of rich American people.

Life is hell.

Every morning, me and the rest of the Wives get up at 5:00am sharp. Fifteen minutes of jogging around the neighborhood, five minutes in the shower (set to cold), twenty minutes for hair and makeup, and then five to get dressed. If we’ve managed that in time, meaning no later than 5:45am, we might be allowed solid food with our coffee.

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🔔 BELLS IN WITCHCRAFT 🔔

Originally posted by marklsmovingcastle

Bells might just be the earliest form of superstitious practise that I remember. My baba attached three sakura-patterned suzu bells on my schoolbag as a kid, purportedly for good luck and protection from evil spirits – and Japan is far from the only place to have associated bells and bellringing with mystic practise. They’ve been used worldwide to ward off evil and carry messages – and in a more metaphysical sense, sound is the movement of energy through substance. Sounds have the potential to work powerful magic.

Here are some of the ways I’ve found utilising bells to be helpful to my craft. While I’m more likely to use traditional suzu type bells, your own background, path and culture will likely have its own types of bells – and as ever, bells can be ornate antiques or they can be a bottle cap in a tin can, as long as they’re used with intent.

GETTING STARTED

🔔 As with so much of the craft, if you’re new to the witching bell, it’s a matter of exploration and experimentation. Get a “feel” for what works for you and the specific bell you’re using.

🔔 It’s good practise to ensure that the bell itself is cleansed, warded and protected – you don’t want anything nasty tapping into that power. All witching tools can do as much harm as good, intentional or accidental.

🔔 A good way to begin incorporating bells into your craft is infuse them into any typical ritual that you’re comfortable with, or even just a prayer or moment of contemplation at your altar if you have one.

🔔 Give the bell a soft ring while focusing on the energy it’ll ripple and move, try to track the movements it creates and what it touches. The tone it’s sending out.  The most primal and versatile use of the bell – and what many of the below come down to – is simply another manner of physically channelling energy, giving it shape and direction.

PROTECTION

🔔 “Passive” bells such as windchimes or small bells attached to belongings you don’t want disturbed are a starting point. They will scare off some forms of spirit all by themselves, especially if appropriately blessed, charmed or enchanted. Or cursed.

🔔 Gently tolling can draw energy into a ward or circle you are forming and enforce its protective properties, or for a simple cleanse, letting the sound travel to every corner of the area you are protecting. It’s a little more “cutting” than a smoke or incense cleansing, which I view as more “gentle” forms of cleansing. Both have their uses.

🔔 Harder tolling is, in my opinion, one of the most powerful ways in which to enforce a banishing – however, it’s best to you know what you’re doing with the bell before you go bashing it about.

DISCERNMENT

🔔 Bells can have quite the effect on your perception and awareness. Ringing and then stopping, listening to the silence left in its wake, can bring you new perceptions or make things you’d previously missed obvious. Let it attune your mind and senses to something new, whether that’s in your thoughts or something with a little more presence. Visualise travelling with the sound, taking heed of the energies it touches and disturbs. Take note of the echoes – you’ll learn what they mean with experience.

🔔 A set of windchimes can let you know if something is passing through or if there’s some unusual energy afoot – and, yes, it may also just be letting you know that it’s a particularly breezy day, but that’s witchcraft for you.

CONJURING

🔔 This can be as simple as calling good energies to witching tools, spell jars, tarot decks, crystals, altars and shrines, your favourite teddy bar, anything at all.

🔔 With spirit work, it can truly help to magnify your “calling”. This can range from gently bringing your latest offering to the attention of your friendly neighbourhood house spirit – all the way to trying to catch the attention of something more. Be mindful, however. As I said, I consider bells pretty powerful tools and a call that’s too loud is not good spirit work practise for the spirit worker’s own sake. It can really help coax something out of hiding if you’re gentle with it, though.

COMMUNING

🔔 Some use bells to mark the beginning and end of a ritual, and I’ve read that in Wiccan practise an altar bell can be used to invoke the Goddess, although as a non-Wiccan, I’ll welcome corrections on that if I’m wrong.

🔔 In my experience, very simple forms of communication via bell work a lot better than anything too complex – “come here” and “stay away” have already been covered, and other than that they can serve as greetings or signals of a start or end of some practise or ritual, the opening or closing of a door, etc.

🔔 They can also serve as a warning or a litmus test regarding spirits, a signalling of your presence and awareness, lack of fear, or willingness to defend – but be prepared to deal with whatever responses these garner.

BINDING

🔔 Bindings are where you most often see that famous (clockwise) circular motion of the bell, embodying the meaning of the spell. This can be a simple binding to seal a spell or charm or enchantment, or a spirit-binding.

🔔 Personally, spirit-binding is something I do as little as possible simply due to my beliefs holding the autonomy of spirits in very high regard. However, sometimes situations arise that call for it, and I’m aware that not all bindings are unwilling. Far from it – and some spirits are dangerous when unbound.

🔔 As an animist (believing that all things, including inanimate objects, contain a spirit of their own), I consider gently nudging a spirit back into its physical form a sort of semi-binding, and that can be useful.

I’ll leave you all with a note that I am an urban apartment-dwelling witch through and through, so I understand that we can’t all be jangling away at all hours. I myself have a glass windchime in my front window that makes a distinct but muted sound when disturbed by passers-through, and highly recommend wooden ones also. I also only use my small and relatively quiet suzu bell for my crafting – one given to me by my baba herself.

Feel free to add any of your own findings, and happy tolling.

I live for chilly autumn afternoons. You’ve just walked home, the sky above is gray and there’s a chill in the air. With every step you take, your combat boots that are laced high to your knees, crunch upon leaves of orange, red, and yellow. On your way, you pass bales of hay and pumpkins that grin at your back. A black cat scurries past your feet and you slip inside your house. You put the kettle on and make yourself a cup of pumpkin spice hot chocolate. Your favorite halloween movie is on and you throw on your sweatpants and your favorite flannel. There’s a cinnamon scented candle burning on the coffee table and an untouched plate of apple cider donuts. Buried beneath the covers on the couch, your hands wrapped around a mug, you let out a sigh. This is what you live for. Outside, the wind howls and the moon reveals itself behind thin layers of fog. Just before you nod off, you’re sure you see a witch flying across the sky. Your dreams are full of swirling colors of gold and red and black cats that trail after cackling witches.

Solitary Samhain Celebration tips

So, looks like you guys like my posts about how to (lowkey) celebrate witchy holidays when you’re on your own. So here goes another one, this time for Samhain, all hollows eve, Halloween, Tempora dell'ombra, Day of the dead (fret not is the translation for the Italian term, I’m Italian and I do celebrate it, so it’s ok), or whatever you have.

- pull out old pictures, of when you were little, of when your parents were little, of when your grandparents were young

- frame pictures of loved ones who passed away

- have family tell you stories from the past, have friends tell you stories from their families and past

- write down your family tree, look for your roots

- light a candle and leave it out in the night to help lost souls find their way

- leave food offerings out in the night, or set an extra plate at your dinner table

- put up wards against all types of unwanted guests (salt on the window sills, a bag of iron nails near your door, a broom left outside)

- light some incense and cleanse your house and yourself

- sit down with an homemade pumpkin spice something and write in your witchy journal

- carve a pumpkin

- collect fallen leaves

- eat seasonal produce (pumpkin, mushrooms, chestnuts, etc…)

- divinate, if you have no tools it’s the perfect time to start (for lack of tools you can pick up any book ad do bibliomancy, look this up)

- and if you don’t know what to ask when doing divination, ask for an advice that can act as a motto for the incoming year

- pray for ancestors and gone souls

- dance with your shadow, meaning learn to recognize your flaws, learn from them, learn to work around and with them, learn to accept them (if you cannot shed it of course)

- dance with your shadow, meaning learn to see yourself at your worse, get scared of what you could do if completely unleashed in the worse possible way, be thankful for it because this way you can see your light

- put out food and water for small birds and little critters to pass the incoming cold months

Bad Penny

Here’s a fun little jinx I used to cast a lot.

You Need:

~ A penny

Hold the penny in your left hand. Get angry. Whatever makes you angry, think of it now. Make a fist around the penny and hold it up to your mouth. When you’re good and angry, start swearing at the penny, calling it nasty names, telling it ugly things. Go on as long as you like. (This is a great way to vent!)

When you’re done, say, “Pass it on.”

Drop the penny in the house of someone who’s annoyed you, use it to pay at a business that’s done you wrong, give it to someone you want to inconvenience, sow discord in the world for the lulz, go nuts. I used to charge ‘em by the handful and scatter them downtown when I was partially homeless and hated everyone and everything.

Notes:

As some of you may have realized, you can use this as a way to cleanse! If you don’t want to weaponize the penny, say “Hold that for me” when you’re done charging, and dispose of it safely or cleanse the penny.

Do not keep the penny. Just do not. I once cursed a penny, dropped it so it landed in my shoe by accident, and had a stunningly shitty day. It takes ten seconds to cast if you have a penny and you’re already angry. Storing them up just means they go to work on you. So if you want to carry ammo, just keep uncharged pennies on you and charge them as needed.

{Final Chapter: PART 30} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; N/A.

“And in the end, he had everything he had only ever hoped of having; her, only her - for the rest of time.”

Warning: Although this chapter doesn’t have an M rating, there are some scenes of slight mature/sexual content.

This is the final chapter to this series! If you would like to read my author’s note, I have placed it at the end of this post after the chapter for those who wish to see it~ Thank you, and I hope you enjoy IWSY’s final chapter ^^

{Part 1} // {Part 29} {Final Chapter: Part 30}

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Hit and Run (Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader)

Requested by:@s-e-x-l-o-s-t ( you should really write an imagine where a reader is friends with steve and the kids and in that scene where steve gets out of the bus to confront the demo-dogs one of them attacks him but the reader gets the nail bat and kick the hell out of it and the kids are like omg wtf the demo-dogs go away and steve just kisses the reader, sorry this is so long, you’re writing is incredibly good!)

Summary: You weren’t expecting to spend your evening with a bunch of middle schoolers, and Steve Harrington in the middle of a junkyard, fighting yet another demogorgon. Or demogorgons. 

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: few curse words here and there and some smooching ofc

Note: I changed the scene up a little and made her attacking the demo-dog on the bus! It’s still basically the same!! I hope you like it :))

HELLA Spoilers for Season 2!!

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

You were planning on spending today in doors, either drawing or studying, not in the back of Steve Harrington’s car with a middle schooler in the front giving you mad attitude while telling you this story of how this demon-slug he found Halloween night turned into a demogorgon and ate his cat. Then escaped the cellar he locked it in by digging through the ground.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, staring at Dustin with complete bewilderment, “It ate Mews!?” you frowned now, Dustin nodded, and you pouted slightly, “That’s fucked up, your mom came over crying about if we’ve seen Mews the other day!” you pointed, Dustin sighed.

“I know, I know- but I can’t exactly tell her that some demogorgon ate her cat now can I?”

You scowled at him, shaking your head and then looked to Steve, “So what’s the plan?”

Steve shrugged, “We’re going to lure it somewhere secluded and kick it’s ass- you know like last time,” he answered nonchalantly, “You’re here because for some reason you’re really good at gameplans…”

“Yeah, so like last time eh? Set up a trap? I’m not going to cut myself again like I did with Nance and Jonat-”

“No-no, Dart is attracted by raw meat,” Dustin cut you off, you turned to him.

“Who the hell is Dart?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like you were too slow of a thinker for him, “Dart is his name, (y/n)! But that doesn’t matter- what matters is that he grew, and now it’s roaming free and we have to kill him before he kills, so if the next thing you say isn’t how we are going to do it, then don’t talk at all!” Steve turned to Dustin like he was about to scold him or something.

You glared at the kid.

“First up, don’t talk to me like that you little dweeb, and second- it’s clear we have to get a bunch of meat and make a trail- it’s smart, but not that smart because it’ll follow,” you said, leaning back and digging through your bag, “Then we get gas like last time and-” you flicked the lighter in your hand up, Steve glancing at you through the rearview mirror, “and light it’s ass on fire,”

“And where will we get that much meat?”

“Oh you know we’ll just find it lying around- hey maybe we’ll skin and gut a cow, Dustin! It’ll be a fun experie-”

Dustin was about to clap back at you before Steve told you both to shut the hell up.

“Obviously we have to buy meat, and you-” He pointed Dustin,”Stop talking to her like she’s some kind of idiot, she fought one before, so she knows what the hell she’s doing,”

You crossed your arms all smug.

Dustin just simply turned away, saying something under his breath about ‘she didn’t really fight it’. Steve turned back at you, winking, you offered a smile before looking down at your feet. In a way Dustin was right, you didn’t really fight it, but you did help Nancy and Jonathan plan how to trap it.

You let out a sigh. Just an hour earlier, Steve had showed up at your house, telling you to put on your shoes and jacket because he needed your help. You, of course not wanting to pass up another opportunity to hang out with Steve, agreed. That was before you saw Dustin, looking impatient in the front seat of his car and were told you were going to fight another demogorgon.

You huffed slightly, and rubbed your forehead. You really, really didn’t want to do this, you thought you’d never have to ever see one of those things again.

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“Growing Up a Winchester”  Sam/Dean x Sister Reader

Word Count: 3,867

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister Reader, some Castiel x Reader

Summary: While on a long road trip to a hunt, you reminisce about your memories growing up with your brothers, from the best ones, to the worst, to the most awkward.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, angst, light smut between Cas and the reader

Flashbacks are in italics.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

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You’re sitting in the backseat of the impala, looking out the window at the scenery. Dean, of course, is driving, and Sam is sitting on the passenger side, sleeping. You have a hard time sleeping in the car, so on long car trips like this, you have a hard time. Thankfully, Dean is usually always awake as well, and serves as your entertainment.

Growing up as the youngest Winchester sibling was not always fun and games, especially being a teenage girl. As much as your brothers love you, they know absolutely nothing about teenage girls. You more often than not felt like you were raising yourself, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your brothers are your rock, and you would never leave them.

You can barely remember the first time you’d met Dean. Your dad, John, had gotten your mother pregnant and throughout the first four years of your life, he was very in and out of your life. He’d only show up at your house once a year, normally on your birthday. He’d call on holidays, but you were too young to hold a conversation. A little after your fourth birthday, your mother had passed away from cancer. You had nothing and no one else, and your dad John came to your rescue.

“Hey, kiddo.” John had told you, picking you up from the hospital. He looked tired, the bags underneath his eyes more prominent than you had ever seen them.

“Hi.” You say quietly. You didn’t really know what was going on. All you knew was that your mommy was in a better place and you were going to live with your dad. You remember being nervous, because to you, your dad was like a stranger. You knew nothing about him.

“Do you have your stuff? You’re comin’ to stay with me and your brother, Dean. Dean’s excited to meet you, you know.”

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Me: *sees a car pass my house*
My brain: !!! You’re being watched !!! They’re stalking you !!! Close your blinds !!! watched !!!!
Me: can you like,,, shut the fuck up and be realistic for once please

{PART 25} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook dreams of having the future with you that he always envied human’s of having. But as soon as he arrives home, his entire world - and everything in it gets turned upside down. He must make a choice in the face of evil; while evil holds you in its grasp.

“And he found strength in the only thing that he was powerless to; it had always, from the very beginning; been her.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} //{Part 24} {Part 25} {Part 26}

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[LYRICS] B.A.P YONGGUK - YAMAZAKI

With YAMAZAKI(,) fill my insides
Burn the intestines and brain that have become lazy
(I) don’t do drugs(,) the things you guys command
ROLE MODEL that is like a mannequin(,) you do it instead YO
For the fear of the old bastards(, I/we) take a shot*
THERE VOICE GOES UP
The wicked WORLDWIDE walk
The challenge you guys can’t do if you came back from death
We’re still young(,) every night(,) pour (alcohol) it in
Put away the alcohol with the weird marks and queer colors
I’m YAMAZAKI, my swag is alive oh, thank you
In our house living room is ALCOHOL COLLECTION
Hey(,) take a shot(,) YAMAZAKI

Because of the scent that spread through the veins(,) DANGER
VIBE that has become hot(,) wake up wake up(,) you’re dead if you slack
ATTENTION, ATTENTION
EVERYBODY YO CHEERS say cheers*

When this night passes(,) there’s no way (you’ll) be of the right mind

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Yongguk guk guk

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers eers eers
I’m YAMAZAKI, my swag is alive oh, thank you

To my strong bald-headed brothers(,) take a shot*
To my sexy sisters(,) do more(,) two shots
Never be frugal with good alcohol
It was our grandfather’s saying
Take out another glass and drink(,) Yamazaki
The beginning may be humble, but the end be prosperous
You will be the real me (and) I will be the real you
The bastards with much fear all become a gangster
But what importance is that(,) when tomorrow comes(,) you wake/sober up
Warriors(,) drink up, AY
Don’t think of anything else(,) enjoy this moment like a fool
To the killer FRUITS and French’s CHEEEEEEEZ
(Is) YAMAZAKI

Because of the scent that spread through the veins(,) DANGER
VIBE that has become hot(,) wake up wake up(,) you’re dead if you slack
ATTENTION, ATTENTION
EVERYBODY YO CHEERS say cheers*

When this night passes(,) there’s no way (you’ll) be of the right mind

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Yongguk guk guk

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers eers eers
I’m YAMAZAKI, my swag is alive oh, thank you

To the soul that has become dark red because of the devils that have stuck on
Open the curtain and hide(,) look at another me
The sense and realization that have nearly fully burned
Don’t all fool around with the evil
The place that I am
The crime and punishment have woke(,) to choke my neck
Are coming closer(,) so a glass of Yamazaki
Wet the throat(,) toss it back(,) cheers*

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Yongguk guk guk

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers

YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI YAMAZAKI
Cheers eers eers
I’m YAMAZAKI, my swag is alive oh, thank you

*Notes:

“꼰대들에 동공 지진을 위해서 한잔 때리네/For the fear of the old bastards(, I/we) take a shot”

꼰대 is a street slang for old men who, basically, are rude and believe that the sun rises of their ass.

동곤 지진 directly translates to “pupil earthquake” and is termed for the moment when one is flustered/confused and cannot figure out where to exactly put their eyes; it’s also for a moment when they’ve realized that they’re wrong and or found out. I translated this to “fear” for the second term of translation (the realization of being wrong or found).

한잔을 때리네 in directly translation means to hit the glass. This usually means (not to actually smack the glass) but to take the shot and slam it down on the table. It’s also used in everyday dialogue (usually by the young adult/middle aged) to go for a drink. “야 한잔 때리자” could translate to “Hey, let’s go for a drink.”

“EVERYBODY YO CHEERS 짠해/EVERYBODY YO CHEERS say cheers”

짠해, in direct translation, means to do cheers as “짠” is the sound that is made when two glasses clink together (it’s the Korean term for cheers). To say “짠해” can mean (well, several things, but in this case,) to take a drink. When someone says “야 짠해”, while lifting their glass, it means to clink glasses and drink.

“맷집이 좋은 나의 빡빡이 형들 한잔해/To my strong bald-headed brothers(,) take a shot”
맷집이 좋다 means to be thick-skinned or resilient.
빡빡이 refers to either being bald or having shaved their heads.

“내가 지는 곳은 죄와 벌이 깨어 나의 목 매러 다가오니 야마자키 한 잔을 목 젖에 들이부어 짠을 하면 돼/The place that I am The crime and punishment have woke(,) to choke my neck Are coming closer(,) so a glass of Yamazaki Wet the throat(,) toss it back(,) cheers”

The translation was written in odd order for the spacing it was used in the Korean speech. “In the place I am at, the crime and punishments have woken and are coming closer to choke my throat; so throw back a glass of Yamazaki and wet the throat – say cheers.”
들이부어 means to toss back and throw in. In this case, it would means to toss back the drink.

source / trans by banillajoko 

Houses as things I've Said

Gryffindor: *listens to news report on how our phones give off the same chemicals as marijuana in the brain* Ha! Yo Chris, pass the phone.

Hufflepuff: If I’m not up by 11:40 make sure the fishes have a balanced breakfast.

Ravenclaw: Got water?
Yeah I’m 65% water.
Okay, but how do I drink you?

Slytherin: *Me buying 3 packs of 72 ego waffles* Shut up Alan! I have needs that you’ll never understand! You could never understand.

megaglitterytragedystuff  asked:

Can you explain when to use para and por? I always get them wrong :/

¡Hola! 

I answered a similar question before, and I made a Google document about this. But I’ll post it here (because I get this question a lot) with some extra things. :)

Well, first of all I don’t recommend you to learn “por and para” as “to and for” because this is not always correct, and you might get even more confused. The truth is that these prepositions don’t have an exact translation in English or any other language, so the only thing you can do is to know the uses and differences between them.

This is how I recommend you to learn them:

POR: reason, cause, method, way, duration
PARA: purpose, goal

I think para is easier to understand. Para always refers to a purpose, a goal or an effect. So if you’re not sure which one to use, ask yourself “Does the next phrase after para talk about a purpose or goal? If yes, use it. If not, 80% of the times is por. (I say “80%” because this is not an official rule. This is just something I thought about to help you choose the right preposition).

Now let’s see some examples to make this clearer:

por vs. para

  • ¿Por qué? - Why? What is the reason?
  • ¿Para qué? - What for? What is the purpose?

  • Lo hice por ti. - I did it because of you. (You were the reason)
  • Lo hice para ti. - I did it for you. (You were the purpose)

  • Trabajo por mi madre. - I work because of my mother. (She got me a job / she is the reason I got a job).
  • Trabajo para mi madre. - I work for my mother. (I work in her business / I’m her employee).

  • Una canción escrita por mi amigo. - A song written by my friend. (My friend is the reason why this song exists now)
  • Una canción escrita para mi amigo. - A song written for my friend. (The song was dedicated to my friend)

✧ por + [place] = way, route (focus on direction, not destination)

  • Por aquí. - This way
  • Me fui por la avenida. - I went down the avenue. (The avenue was the way I chose to get to my destination.)
  • Lo vi cuando pasó por la ventana. - I saw him when he passed through the window. (My window wasn’t his destination)
  • Caminé por el parque y vi esta flor. - I walked through the park and I saw this flower. (I was walking around the park without a definite destination)
  • Ayer pasé por tu casa. - I passed by your house yesterday. (I was going to another place and casually your house was on my way).
  • Viajé por varios países. - I traveled around several countries. (I’m not specific about each country I visited)
  • ¿Por dónde te vas a ir? - How are you going to go? (What’s the way you’re going to choose to go?)

✧ para + [place] = towards, “on my way to..” (focus on the destination)

  • Voy para el centro. - I’m going to downtown. (I’m on my way to downtown).
  • Nos vamos para Perú. - We’re going to Perú. (We’re on our way to Peru).
  • Viajamos para el Caribe en 30 minutos. - We travel to the Caribbean in 30 minutes. (On our way to the Caribbean in 30 minutes)
  • Voy para tu casa. - I’m on my way to your house.
  • ¿Ya vienes para acá? - Are you coming here? (Are you on your way?)

✧ por + [time] = for, in (during)

  • Trabajé por 8 horas. - I worked for 8 hours.
  • Se fue por días. - He left for days.
  • Ha estado viajando por meses. - He/She has been traveling for months.
  • No lo vi por años. - I didn’t see him for years.
  • ¿Por cuánto tiempo tienes que tomar los medicamentos? - For how long do you have to take the medications?

✧ para + [time] = due (deadline)

  • Tengo que terminar esto para las 8:00. - I need to finish this by 8:00.
  • La tarea es para el miércoles. - Homework is due Wednesday.
  • El proyecto es para la próxima semana. -The project is due next week.
  • Tengo que ahorrar 500 dólares para junio. - I need to save 500 DLS before June.
  • ¿Para cuándo es la tarea? - When is the deadline for the homework?

✧ por + [method] = by

  • Te envié las fotos por correo electrónico. - I sent you the pictures by email.
  • Le hablé por teléfono. - I called her/him on the phone.
  • Lo contacté por Facebook. - I contacted him by Facebook.
  • ¿Por dónde me mandaste los documentos? - How did you send me the documents? (Through what? what method?)

✧ por as cause

  • Por dormir en clase reprobé el examen. - Because I slept in class I failed the exam.
  • Lo has conseguido por todo tu esfuerzo. - You’ve got it because of all your effort.
  • Por comer mucho, ahora me duele el estómago. - Because I ate too much, my stomach hurts now.

✧ exchange / change + por

  • Quiero cambiar mis dólares por pesos mexicanos. - I want to exchange my dollars for Mexican pesos.
  • Te cambio tu sándwich por mi ensalada. - I’ll trade you my salad for your sandwich.

✧ gracias + por

  • Gracias por ayudarme. - Thank you for helping me.
  • Gracias por la comida. - Thank you for the meal.
  • Gracias por todo. - Thank you for everything.

More examples with gracias + por.

✧ para as goal

  • Trabajo todos los días para ganar dinero. - I work everyday to make money.
  • Hago ejercicio para bajar de peso. - I exercise to lose weight.
  • Practico para mejorar. - I practice to get better.

I hope this was useful! :)

Among The Beasts: Cursed

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

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warnings: smut, violence, swearing. that’s pretty much it. also, it may contain some physical descriptions that might not fit yours. :)

Imagine: Five years has passed; now it’s time to face yours biggest fears and try to save the people you love.

Word Count: 3217


Y/N, in the past five years, had learnt a few tricks on sneaking out of her house to meet up with Kol Mikaelson, her best friend and, as it was bound to happen, caring boyfriend too. It had to be a hidden relationship, though, for his parents could never know she still remained so close to him.

A couple of months ago, his mother, Esther, decided to forbid their friendship. According to the brown haired boy, she said it was way too dangerous to be close to such a wicked family as the Hales; he could get hurt and the great matriarch could not bear losing another child. Although Henrik’s death was not your fault, it was horrible to be accused like that.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N decided to shake those thoughts out of her head. They brought up a dark side of her: it got her wishing to make the blonde woman pay for all of that; through torture or maybe even put an end to her life. Again, this was the vicious wolf speaking; craving revenge. Urgh.

“Kol?” Y/N/N queried, in a whisper. “Are you in here?”

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His Control (M)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,942

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Description: After showing off to his friends what he could do more push-ups than them, you felt like he was going overboard with his competitive side. Ignoring him for a couple weeks, made a new side of him come out.

Warning: Dom!Kook, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink and Orgasm Denial

A/N: I made a bet in a group chat that I wouldn’t say anything sexual about Jungkook for a month. I won but during that month, I would type out how a felt about this “unnamed guy” aka Jungkook. So, after the month was up, I decided to change all the ‘He’s to Jungkook. The beginning is kind of based on Episode 12 of Run BTS. I can’t believe I wrote all of this filth. Well, looks like I’m going to hell after this. Also, I didn’t edit it. So, if there’s any mistakes. I’m sorry


Whenever he walked over to you, there would be a huge smile on his face. It would have seemed as if he won the lottery or if he found out something interesting that he was ready to tell you about. Jungkook’s smile made you feel like you were stuck in a trance and everything around you was moving slowly. Whenever you looked into his considerably large eyes, it would feel as if it was only you and him in the world. He had that effect on you and you never knew it. He had his days where he would annoy you to the point where you would ignore him for days on end. Especially on this particular day, he was showing off way too much and you were not having it.

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What Are You Wearing?: ArchiexReader! Oneshot

heeeey my friends, sorry for the lack of writing recently. here’s a quick lil oneshot I threw together, which is kinda similar to the Goodnight Texts:ReggiexReader! that I did :) this was a request, so I hope its okay?! Also, really sorry that its so short! More Archie stuff coming soon (including smut)!

PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK IN MY ASK :)

Summary: Archie can’t sleep so decides to text his girlfriend…

Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of smut. 

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