then there is something seriously wrong with you

neojet280  asked:

If you want to trick us, don't tell us when we're right or wrong. Just say it's a Theory! A Game Theory! Thanks for watching! (But seriously, the easiest way to trick us is to call our guesses what they are, theories)

But I can’t lie to you when you got something right. I like being nice to my readers…

Besides, even with all this, you don’t know what my comic really is about. Or what will happen in the future. That’s still a secret, ohohohoh~. *Flowey grin*

Originally posted by hetsura

Things I Think Newbie Tarot Readers Need To Know

1. You can store your decks in whatever way you choose. There’s no real right or wrong way, aside from tossing them in the trash. 

2. You don’t NEED a “sacred space” to read. You can read hanging upside down on the monkey bars if you’re up for a challenge.

3. You don’t need to be a witch to read tarot. I say again, YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE A WITCH TO READ TAROT.

4. Tarot cards hold as much power as you let them. Some view them as sacred items, others view them as just a fun card game. No one else can tell you how to view them, that’s just a personal thing.

5. There is no real *set* way to read. The majority of the reading is intuition-based, so trust your gut.

6. You don’t need thousands of decks. (Though, I mean, you may want them.) The amount of decks you have/don’t have doesn’t measure your abilities.

7. Don’t get put off by people who think your reading was irrelevant in their life. Sometimes, readings take time to actually manifest. You’re doing great. Don’t let this deter you.

8. The amount of times you cleanse your deck is ENTIRELY up to you. Some people do it after every reading. Some people do it..well, maybe never. The choice is yours.

9. There is no right or wrong way to shuffle your cards. At. All.

10. Sometimes reading for yourself can be hard. It’s okay to have someone else read for you. Seriously.

11. Don’t be intimidated if you’ve just started. We’ve all started from day one. 

12. You may run into some elitists, and while you shouldn’t punch them in the face, you should make sure what they say doesn’t make you uncomfortable in how you do things. This is all YOU, not THEM. 

Feel free to add on to this if y’all have a little something to put. 

Ravenclaw Headcanons

• having a good conscience after finishing all of the work
• being so interested in something that their head and heart seem to burst in excitement when they start reading about it
• binding their hair back before starting work
• waking up early to go for a run
• ‘Look at the moon!’
• ‘You’re doing it wrong let me…oh now it’s too late you’ve ruined it…’
• they take birthdays too seriously and want the whole package (party, presents, wishes, …)
• patiently explaining their friends everything they didn’t understand during the school lesson
• being lazy when they aren’t interested in a certain topic
• procrastinating and then panicking
• asking too many questions
• being friends with pupils from every house
• they believe that everything has a reason
• sending and owl to their parents every week
• being way more rebellious than others might expect


Gryffindor Headcanons

Hufflepuff Headcanons

Slytherin Headcanons

You decide to attack artists, developers, creators, and authors because you don’t like what they produce, because of the canonized ships/or the fact they like ships you don’t, because of their gender, their sexuality, and for the main fact you can’t tell the difference between fiction and reality, etc..:

You are a bully, you are an abuser, you are not a good person, something is seriously wrong with you.

You attack people over fictional material. You care more about fictional human beings than real human beings. You absolutely sicken me.

Negative things about the signs
  • Aries: Why must you be so damn impatient? When someone is speaking and they are speaking kind of slow for your taste or whatever you interrupt them and start talking about something else, preferably about yourself. Just no.
  • Taurus: Ok girl just chill, you are not always right and even though you know you're not you're just too damn stubborn to admit it that you were wrong. Seriously chill.
  • Gemini: Omg make up your damn mind, do you want this or do you want that? You can't play people like that. Oh and think before you speak because you tend to hurt people's feelings because you're not really thinking that it might hurt them or just don't care. Please no more.
  • Cancer: Oh dear Cancer please don't take everything so harshly. Not everyone is out to get you, you know? And even though someone tells you that you need to improve on something it doesn't mean you are a failure and should give up on everything. Not everything is that black and white.
  • Leo: Oh my god. Why are you like this? You don't have to act so egoistical all the time because in reality you are just so damn insecure. You get angry too quickly and are way too possessive. You might scare people off if you keep acting like that.
  • Virgo: You're very dismissive when things aren't going your way and if you don't think something is perfect you judge people really harshly. And for some reason this doesn't apply to you. Hypocrite much?
  • Libra: You may act all nice but in reality you are the biggest gossiper out of all the zodiac signs. You might even backstab people and not realise that you are actually in the wrong and not the one you were just "gossiping" about. You're pretty shady my guy.
  • Scorpio: You're pretty manipulative and you don't even realise it. Things have to go your way. Also you must take revenge on someone who wronged you 10 years ago. Relax and drink water or something. The person who wronged you has probably forgotten anyways.
  • Sagittarius: Well...you people are pretty moody. Actually you are in a great mood most of the time but when something isn't going your way you get reaaaallllyyyy moody. And everyone will know about it because you take it out on everybody. Even that guy in the store you don't know has to know and feel that you aren't in a good mood.
  • Capricorn: You never take responsibility for anything that happens in your life. If something happens you make someone elsa take care of it for you because well it wasn't your problem. Or so you believe.
  • Aquarius: You're sooooo...Unpredictable! What's going on in that head of yours!? Where are you going? Anywhere you feel like going. Please stop.
  • Pisces: If I'm going to be completely honest with you, you can be a total bitch when something you want just isn't happening. Also overly emotional. You cry over everything! Honey, get a grip!
He tries to make you jealous (Zach Dempsey)

shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.

prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey

Originally posted by pitterpratter


“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”

"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”

You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.

Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be. 

The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.

It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.

“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”

"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”

"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.

The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”

"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”

You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.

The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.

The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.

You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”

Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”

You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.

-

You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.

Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.

The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”

You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”

“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.

“Okay, talk.”

“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.

“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”

“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”

“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, right. Of course not.”

“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.

“What’s so bad about going out with me?”

“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”

“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”

His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”

He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”

“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”

“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?”
“Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.

“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”




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My thoughts on 13 Reasons Why Characters (Contains Spoilers)

Hannah Baker: I hate everything that happened to Hannah.Those terrible scenes just grabbed my heart and crumbled it into dust. She went through so much and felt like she had no one to talk to. Majority of her friends just betrayed her except for Clay Jenkins. The only thing about Hannah that I found messed up about her was that she pushed away the one person that actually wanted to be there for her. 

Clay Jensen: I felt bad for him, having to hear about the awful things done to the person he loved and watching him struggle to try and get justice for her. I just wished he was able to overcome the fear he had when talking to Hannah and told her how he really felt. There was that moment where he was a dick to her when she tried to talk about the car accident and he completely shut her down. 

Tony: Ever since the beginning i got this mysterious vibe off Tony and i didn’t really like it but i realized it was all for Hannah and honoring what she wanted, I’m really glad he decided to show Ms. Baker the tapes even though I was dying for him to tell her sooner.

Jeff Atkins: OMG WHY?!? JUSTICE FOR JEFF TOO! He had absolutely nothing to do with the tapes and all he wanted was Clay to be happy and to be with Hannah. He was such a sweet guy who definitely didn’t need to go. 

Jessica Davis: I loved her, then i hated her, and then I felt really bad for her and like Hannah I hope Jessica gets the justice she deserves. I really liked her at the beginning, she was such a cool person and her and Hannah were so so similar. They had that friendship, where you can consider each other sisters. But then I hated how she automatically blamed Hannah instead of Alex for the list that he made and then blamed her for end of their break-up. She didn’t even try to listen to Hannah. And I hated that she didn’t want to see justice for a girl who was once her friend. But then it all started to make sense and it was because she was fed a soup full of lies by her boyfriend. 

Justin Foley: I feel like Justin Foley actually does have a good heart but he just didn’t make the right decisions. I loved how much he cared about Jessica but what he did to her was completely awful. But, it killed me when he called out to his mom after her boyfriend just choked her son and she just walked away. And what really also got to me was when he told Jessica about almost jumping and said he couldn’t because he was thinking about her almost made me forget about what he did but then Jessica told him off, and I remembered the pain he helped cause her. It’s clear that what he did was eating him up inside (as it should) and now he just has to live with that

Bryce aka dickshit: FUCK HIM. HOPE HE CREMATES IN HELL. If you watched the show, i’m pretty sure this is all I need to say about that disgusting animal. 

Courtney Crimsen: Hate her. Hated her. And still hate her. I understand she didn’t want people knowing she was lesbian but that was no reason to throw Hannah under the bus. Coming out is hard, especially when you go to school with a bunch of judgmental, immature idiots but that’s still not a justification for what she did. And then i absolutely hated her when she tried to stand up and protect Bryce like he wasn’t a rapist who raped not only Hannah but Jessica too. I get she was lying to herself about him not be a rapist so she wouldn’t have to consider herself a lesbian but she just needed to finally admit the truth to herself. 

Sheri: I liked her and….. i don’t hate her. She should’ve called the cops but I understand her reasons her hitting and running a stop sign. She was scared. But she should’ve never left an slightly intoxicated Hannah there after she offered her a ride. But i do feel like Sherri has her heart in the right place by hanging around the old man who got in the accident and by finally going to the police. 

Alex Standall: I hated him for making the list and letting Jessica be mad at Hannah for it. But he was the only one who actually had a brain in the ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. He was the first one to actually wanted to tell the truth and accept the punishments. He was also a sweet character and I really hope he isn’t dead. 

Zach: I thought he was sweet too. But i didn’t like how he didn’t speak up for Hannah and actually take into consideration that she needed help, but i can’t really blame him for the fact that he was scared and it’s hard to know that there’s something wrong with someone and actually being able to help them. Knowing that there’s something really dark about a person and just freezing up with fear and not knowing what to do. And what people do in situations like this is they take the easy way out and just ignore it and act like it never happened. But i truly think he actually liked Hannah. 

Tyler: Fucking creep. Seriously he should have his camera shattered into a million and one pieces. And i know this is just a theory but i just wanna put this out there and most of you are probably thinking this too but i’m pretty sure Tyler shot Alex. He had all those guns and he took down Alex’s picture. It makes sense. Anyways, i don’t understand why he was trying so hard to try and get into the  ‘lets take Clay down so the world won’t know about all the horrible things we’ve done” group. I think he’s a psychopath and that side of him will unravel in season two of this show.  

Marcus Cole: I thought he was actually a nice guy when he asked Hannah to go out with him and then once he came and hour late and sexually assaulted Hannah that’s when I hated him. He cared wayy to much about his reputation. 

Ryan: self-centered douche bag. The only moment i’ll applaud him is when he shut Courtney down when she tried to deny Bryce was a rapist. I saw his point on having her poem open to the world and about her struggles reaching out and connecting to other people’s problem but it was personal and he should’ve asked for permission. 

Mr. Porter: What’s the point of having a guidance counselor if they’re not going to help guide you out of your problems?? I’m happy he felt bad for not being able to stop what Hannah did to herself. Out of all these people, he was the only one that actually gets paid to help people out of their problems   

  • *something horrible happens*
  • a rightfully concerned individual: omg are you okay?
  • my emotionally stunted air-moon ass: lol, whatever, it's No Big Deal, shit like this happens to people all the time... The Worst Thing I can do is blow it out of proportion,, god forbid I experience Emotions, much less Talk about them lmfao... what am I, five?? don't think so haha nice try but ur barking up the wrong tree here

I seriously miss my beautiful crispy boy so much! I honestly don’t know what I was expecting from Honest Hearts when I first played it, but it is still definitely one of my most favorite game DLC’s of all time!

I don’t even know how many years it’s been, but I’m still recovering from it not being canon to take him with me as a permanent companion. Graham, how could you hurt me?? D: 

(Had to reupload. Something went wrong last time.)

Ok but you know what trope I love and don’t get NEARLY enough of?

Accidental sex

“Anything you can do I can do better INCLUDING THAT” sex

“You played a prank on me and now I’m going to play one on you except oops this accidentally got hot” sex

“You made an inaccurate assumption about *insert sexual or sexuality misnomer here* and I’m going to teach you the truth” sex

“You think you’re so smart so I’m going to teach you a lesson” sex

“Do you think I look good/hot/provocative in this? Wait is this turning you on???” sex

“You don’t know what *insert kink here* is and I’m really bad at explaining things and now we’re doing it oops” sex

“I bet I can dance/move/act like that and I don’t even have to be a dancer/stripper/actor/whatever wait are you turned on?” sex

“I lost a bet to you and the circumstances were supposed to be a joke but I took them seriously” sex

“You were joking about something and I took you seriously” sex

“You seem to think that __ won’t feel good and I intend to prove you wrong” sex

“You’re intentionally getting under my skin so I threaten to spank you/playfully spank you and now you look like you just got banged against a wall” sex

“I didn’t know you were a sub and when I called you a good boy/girl you almost cried” sex

“I didn’t know you were a dom and when I called you Sir/Ma'am you almost jumped me” sex

“Playing a prank on our freinds to make them think we’re a couple and now we’re in bed together” sex

“I’m fixing you *insert appliance/furniture/house thing hee* for you and now I’m sweaty and half naked and you’re drooling” sex

“I noticed the way you were watching me eat this popsicle so I purposely started making it an inuendo and now we’re both hot and bothered” sex

“Haha that thing they do in movies/porn/online is so corny like no way that’s actually hot haha oops it is” sex

“Freinds can totally watch porn together and nothing can happen…. no they can’t” sex

“I showed you *insert sexual thing here* as a joke but you’re actually turned on” sex

“You found my sex toys and I teasingly offered to demonstrate them welp here we are” sex

“I started pretending to dirty talk to you an hour ago and it stopped being pretending 58 minutes ago” sex

“All I’m saying is that I’ve been told I’m a good lay, wanna find out?” sex

“You said you don’t like __ but I bet the people you were with just don’t know how to do it, I, however, have experience and bet I could make you like it” sex

“We platonically slept together last night because of circumstances and we both woke up horny” sex

“This started as a tickle fight and it isn’t tickling anymore” sex

“We’re just bros being bros and doing something 100% platonic but somehow we’re turning eachother on because of not-so-burried feelings for eachother and we can’t make it stop” sex

Accidental sex ok?

People fear someone falling out of love with them, but no one usually questions what it’s like to be the one falling out. They can’t picture feeling that something must be horribly wrong with you because there’s no other plausible explanation for why your heart doesn’t flutter when you look at him like it used to. It was the position I never thought I would find myself in, yet here I was, looking at the man I supposedly loved and not feeling a thing. If there was anything there, it was negative. Annoyance, anger, sadness, the complete opposite of everything he used to make me feel. It wasn’t right to let him believe things were okay, so I told him. Watching his facial expression drift from a quiet seriousness into a brokenness I never thought I would cause, I wished I didn’t mean the words I said but I knew I did. I couldn’t keep running away, after all, where could I go when the person that used to feel like home no longer did?
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: Telling the guy you love that you’re falling out of love for the same reason you fell in love with him.
On gate-keeping, “real witchcraft”, and...cooking?

Maybe it’s just the select posts that end up crossing my dash, but I feel like there’s been an uptick in posts in the witchcraft community about who’s a “real witch” and who isn’t. A lot of these posts also seem to propose that there’s some value in gate-keeping who qualifies as a witch or not.

I compare my witchery practice to cooking a lot and here’s another damn instance of it. 



Some folks are lucky enough to end up under the mentorship of top-notch chefs and get to absorb all that knowledge and experience. The number of folks who get to do that is TINY compared to the number of folks who are learning to be cooks.

Some folks are able to go to culinary school and learn a particular tradition or style of cooking, which gives them a base skill set to take with them into the restaurant world.

Some folks learn to cook by watching the TV shows on PBS or the Food Network and that’s how they get their initial instruction on the “right” way to do things. Some people learn to cook from their grandmothers or aunts and learn specific family traditions of cookery.

Some people learn from trying out recipes from the internet or reading recipes out of books.

EVERYONE IS STILL COOKING.

Not everyone *wants* to train under an expert chef and run a Michelin-starred restaurant. Not everyone *wants* to spend all of their time going to culinary school and working in the restaurant industry. Some people are happy being able to cook nice food on the weekends, or are happy to learn a few skills that noticeably improve their execution of otherwise mundane recipes.

ALL OF THESE PATHS ARE VALID.

Folks from different regions cook differently and use ingredients differently or use entirely different ingredients. Folks from other countries have different food traditions. Folks from areas that have been colonized may have had their food traditions interrupted and their recipes now aren’t the same as their ancestors’. What all these people do? IS STILL COOKING.

There are literally a million ways to make a dish and every person will do it a little or a lot differently. THIS IS OKAY. If you don’t like how someone made a dish? That’s fine, personal preference. But you don’t get to say they can’t cook just because what they did wasn’t to your taste.


People do witchcraft how they can and how they want. There are a million ways to caste a spell and not everyone wants to make being a witch the main aspect of their life. People moonlight. Some people take it more seriously than others. THIS IS OKAY. THESE PEOPLE ARE ALL STILL WITCHES.

Just because someone does something differently than you would or in a way that you don’t consider as witchy, doesn’t mean that the other person is doing it wrong. If you don’t like that someone else is doing, you don’t have to engage with them! But you don’t have the right to decide whether what they’re doing is real witchcraft or not.

It’s Okay, I Hate Me Too. (Langst)

I posted this on AO3, but I decided to post it on here too because I love it so much ahah (also this is OOC)~

Being overlooked wasn’t a foreign feeling for Lance.

Back at the Garrison, he often heard a plethora of insults directed towards him, said by students and instructors alike. A lot of them from Iverson, the dude who oversaw the cadets. Man, he hated Iverson.

He happened to be strolling past a group of his peers. They were looking at him from the wall they were propped up against.

“Did you hear about that one guy Lance? He just failed his simulation test for the fifth time in a row.”

“Yeah, I did. The dude’s pathetic. How’d he even get accepted into the Garrison in the first place?”

“He only got into the fighter pilot class because Keith dropped out. I’m shocked Lance wasn’t the one to get dropped.”

“He can’t even handle the shit in the cargo pilot class. He’s pathetic.”

Lance just smiled. It’s okay, I hate me too.


“We’re going to have to visit the Worbla planet for some supply negotiations,”  Allura says, after shortly gathering all the paladins plus Coran for a meeting. “The Worblon are fairly nice aliens, so the negotiations should go fairly quickly. So be on your best behavior,” Her light tone disappears as her eyes land on Lance. The mood suddenly becomes more hostile. “Especially you, Lance. You stay in the back. I don’t want you messing this up.”

Lance lets out a nervous, breathy laugh. “Got it, princess.” Allura narrows her eyes even more. Great, she doesn’t trust me. I should’ve seen that coming, though.

The castle-ship lands on the planet. The Worblon gather around the paladins in awe, talking amongst themselves.

“Can you believe it?! It’s the paladins of Voltron!”

“Strong and mighty, strong and mighty.”

“Amazing!”

Allura gains a confident stature when the leader of the Worblon comes forward. They both go somewhere else to talk. Shiro and Keith have a private conversation. Pidge and Hunk had a ‘who can fit their fist into their mouth’ competition. Lance stood by himself until several aliens approached him.

“Excuse me,” The Worblon said, looking up at Lance. “Aren’t you the blue paladin of Voltron?”

Lance gave a soft smile. “Yeah, I am. I pilot one of the legs.” And I’m also the most overlooked member of Voltron…

“You’re not as uptight as the other members,” Another smiled. “I like that. You’re very lighthearted. I don’t think you get stressed in battle. The others are so serious, so scary. You’re, ah, cool.” Lance’s eyes lit up and he gave a genuine grin. This was the first compliment he’s ever received.

“Thank you.”

LANCE!” A voice screeched from behind him. He turned around and saw the fuming face of Allura stomping towards him. Her fists were balled up, and she had gritted teeth. The Worblon he talked to slowly backed away. Lance gulped. What did I do now?

“I specifically told you to stay in the back! What are you even doing?!” She yelled, and the other paladins looked at Lance. They all had the expression of “Jeez Lance, you already messed up?”.
“You’re messing things up again, aren’t you?!”

She turned towards the Worblon. “I apologize for whatever he did. He doesn’t seem to have any seriousness in his body.” The Worblon looked at her, confused.

“He didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, we were just complimenting him. You should be more like him, he’s very lighthearted compared to the serious faces of you guys.”

Allura just gave a forced smile and commanded all of the paladins to go back onto the castle-ship.


“Did you trick the Worblon or something?” Allura asked him later, during a meeting. “We all know the real you. You’re not the one to be complimented on.” Ouch.

“Yeah,” Pidge piped up. “You don’t take anything seriously. You don’t do well in battle either. What’s there to compliment?” The others laughed. Lance just bit his lip and exited the room. It’s okay, I hate me too.


Well, at least the Worblon were nice enough to compliment him.


Lance and the other paladins were currently in a battle with the Galra. Ships surrounded them.

“Pidge, use your invisibility cloak to get us close to the main ship. Keith and I will cover while you and Hunk shut down their ion cannons. Hopefully Pidge will get the information they need,” Shiro speaks from the com, but pauses. “Oh, and Lance, just don’t do anything stupid. We don’t need you goofing off and jeopardizing the mission.”

Lance sighed. “Got it.”

They all split up, each lion tackling their own problem. Lance just wandered around, carefully aiming the giant energy rifle on his lion to blast random Galra ships in his line of vision. He wanted to be careful, because if he fucked something up, then Shiro was going to scold and berate him while the other paladins looked at him with no pity.

Suddenly, the ion cannon blasted Blue, and she went spiraling off into space. Lance got dislodged from his seat and was hitting nearly every wall inside of Blue.

A weird-looking sheet of metal got lodged into Lance’s side. He screamed in pain, and he widened his eyes at the sight of the blood. Another piece of metal punctured Lance’s right eye. He saw a flash of blindingly bright light, and then darkness. He screamed his heart out, and then blacked.


When he woke up, he discovered that the inside of Blue looked like a crime scene. Blood was everywhere. He looked down at his armor to find out that it was damaged severely.

“You okay, Blue?” He rasped, and Blue responded with a purr. She was alright. “Good. ‘Cause I’m going to need you to fly us back to the castle-ship. She started moving.

He reached for his helmet and put it on, hoping to communicate with his teammates to signal that he strayed. Instead, he heard more slander.

“Lance screwed up again. “ Pidge.

“We clearly gave him instructions, how hard is it to follow them?” Keith.

“They were simple orders. I’m honestly kind of shocked.” Hunk.

“Don’t be. When he gets back, I’ll make sure to reprimand him for the trouble he’s caused.” Allura.

“I second that. He needs to learn to take things seriously. We’re saving the universe, this isn’t a board game.” Shiro.

Lance threw his helmet to the other side of the area. He felt tears coming out of his eyes, and he released a shaky breath. He tried his best to huddle into a ball. It’s okay, I hate me too.


Lance put Blue into her hangar and slowly limped into the halls of the castle. He was forced to perform an impromptu stitching on his side with a random first-aid kit he found because the wound was starting to become worse. His eye, however, was a different story. It was still bleeding, and the area around it was slightly swollen.

He heard the voices of his teammates coming from the meeting hall. Holding his side, he limped over to the door. He stopped when he heard the topic the teammates were talking about.

“Honestly, Lance is quite pathetic. He can’t hold off very well on his own, judging by his performance in this battle.”

“He didn’t get his beauty sleep,” A chorus of laughs echoed. “You know how terrible he gets without his beauty sleep. Or manicure, whatever.”

“He acts so much like a kid. How did his parents even deal with him? He’s in his late teens. I’m sure his family was glad when they heard the news of him moving out.”

“He’s a walking, talking disaster.”

Lance slowly opened the door and limped into the room. His teammates, Allura, and Coran gasped at the sight they saw. That was the first time he saw the look of sympathy directed towards him on their faces. He coughed, and blood splattered onto the floor. He gave a weak smile.

“It’s okay, I hate me too.”

RANT REALLY QUICK!

I see so many fan fictions or smuts about girls who are “perfect” which consist of the girl having .
-pale white skin
-plump pink lips
- skinny waist
- thigh gap
- long straight hair
- Blue or green eyes
- perfectly shaved
- perky breast
-short hieght
-straight perfect smile
-small thighs

When most people who read these things have none of those things. I never see stories about girls with dark or tan skin. Not straight hair. Thick thighs or just naturally thick in general. Like girls are not Perfect and girls don’t always shave. Girls don’t always have perky breast or a thigh gap or a skinny waist and stuff like that. Not all fans are Asian or pale white. You have all types of nationalities not just asian. And It honestly bothers me that it’s always about pale girls that are perfect. I’m white and I’m kinda pale but I don’t have small boobs or a thigh gap or a skinny waist and my hair isn’t straight and my eyes are brown. And TBH its a lot of work being a girl and people don’t show That in there stories.

Like girls don’t always have time to shave and wax just for the guys pleasure. And I am forever seeing stories where the guy is dominant and like makes the girl do all the work. Girls can be dominant too. There’s literally the same smuts or stories with different idols. They all have the same story someone gets jealous over stupid things like the girl saying hi to another man. THAT IS NOT SOMETHING TO GET JEALOUS OVER. And getting jealous over something like that and dragging the girl home to slam her against the wall and call her a slut while fucking her brains out is not Ok. If anything it teaches young readers that, that’s okay and that’s love when it’s really just a guy being a jealous dick. Like if a guy did that to me I would probably leave him or punch him in the face. Yeah some people are into that but still there’s limits to these things. Honestly don’t get me wrong people who write these stories are great writers but seriously.

STOP STEREOTYPING WOMEN!! If you don’t like my opinion then don’t read it. You don’t have to be a dick about it 🙃
His Nickname For You (All)

Warnings: NONE

Word count: 610


Originally posted by moan-s

Scott: “Love”

He loves to call you this ever since you first said “I love you”. He remembers the way you were so shocked when he finally said it to you. He remembers the way your eyes lit up so wide and the biggest smile grew on your face. Scott loves to make you blush and smile by calling you love. His favourite thing is when he just randomly calls you it, and you shiver every time because it makes you so happy. Just the word coming out of his mouth can make your day.

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

Stiles: “Babe/Baby”

Stiles, being the sarcastic human that he is, only really uses pet names in two circumstances; if he’s making a stupid comment or really looking after you. For example, if you’re both in class and you get something wrong, he will say something snarky like “Seriously babe? You didn’t get that?” Stiles does it purposely because he knows you blush and cringe at his words. But then you can also get sensitive Stiles, the one who really loves you and will do anything to care for you. If you’re upset or worried about something, he will gently rub your back and place a kiss on the top of your head, whispering soft words like “You can do this baby” and “I love you, baby” just because he can, and just because he loves you.

Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Derek: “Princess”

Derek loves to spoil you and treat you like royalty. Like his princess. You love the way he will compliment you randomly, whether it be on something small like he likes the way your hair looks, or something big, such as he loves the way your eyes light up when he walks in the room. Derek knows that you have a really long day with school and then work straight after, so when you get time to go to his loft, he makes a big deal for you. He will relax you by giving you massages and telling his princess how much he loves her and playing with your hair to make you melt into his arms. It’s in those special moments that Derek realises he will never get so lucky in life then when he managed to get you to be his princess.

Originally posted by ultimateteenwolf

Liam: “Bub”

You hate this nickname so much, but at the same time you love it with all your heart. It started off when you were teasing Liam over text and you tried to call him “a silly little pup” but it autocorrected as “bub”. He then turned the teasing on you and now calls you this nickname to annoy the hell out of you. But you don’t mind really, because it comes from Liam. If it was anyone, you would snap their arm off at the elbow, but because it was YOUR Liam that did the messing around, you didn’t care. You loved it. But he was never to find out ;)

Originally posted by laheys-girl

Isaac: “Beautiful”

Isaac loves to make you feel good…yes like that but also by simply calling you nicknames that make you smile. If he knows that you’re feeling down, he will make an extra effort to make you feel special. He will do simple things like kiss you for a long time, buy you flowers or hug you tightly, or it could be massive gestures like taking you out for dinner. He knew you dealt with body image issues and constantly doubted yourself, but he told you not to. He makes you feel like a princess and would do anything to make sure you knew it. Isaac loves you with his whole heart and won’t ever let you forget it.

Writing is Hard, Part 4: Dry Humping

Summary: Dean doesn’t understand the allure of dry humping.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


“Where does Sam think you are right now?”

Dean shrugs at you, hair dripping from the light rain that’s falling. “Can I come in?”

You head back for your chair, next to the table that holds your pizza, and leave the door open behind you. Dean follows, shrugging out of his jacket and shaking his head like a dog, though his hair is too short for it to do much good. “I told Sam I was coming to your room,” he says, a forced casual tone to his voice as he drops that bomb.

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anonymous asked:

prompt!(after hawkmoth is defeated) Chat confesses to ladybug and she says no to him. since hawkmoth is defeated and he thinks ladybug hates him. he doesnt go out as chat anymore. He "gets over" ladybug and dates/marrys mari. on their wedding day she tells him that she is ladybug. mari talks about how she misses chat and adrien gets really mad and it some hows leads to adrien saying to mari "I HAVEN'T USED THAT NAME IN YEARS" and mari is just like oh shit

Thank you for the prompt anon! Also…. did you ust ask me to use a meme in a reveal? Anyway this is a  meme reveal.


Marinette rushed into the room, closing the door as fast as she could without ruining her dress. She didn’t expect to spend her wedding day like this. She glances up, noticing her future husband looking at her curiously. She better start explaining before he gets another idea of her wanting to call off the wedding out of silly reasons.

(Seriously, the last time he thought she will break up with him and cancel the wedding cause he picked the wrong appetizer.)

“Adrien, I really need to tell you something.”

His green eyes grew bigger and the curiosity turned to fear. Rushing to like side Adrien, tangled his hands in a pleading gesture. “Please, don’t say you aren’t going to marry me anymore. I promise I will be better. I won’t eat the last tarts in the fridge anymore. I won’t use the last lavender bath bomb, I won’t play with your yarns again!”

Marinette rolled her eyes. God, her husband to be was such a  bridezilla. She grabbed his hands and squeezed reassuringly.

“I’m not leaving you, Adrien. But I have to confess something. Something that I should have done a long time ago. I’m sorry I never told you.”

Adrien blinked. “You don’t think my ass is cute. That’s it, isn’t it?” a normal person wouldn’t look so heartbroken over being told their ass isn’t cute, but then again, Adrien wasn’t exactly the picture under the definition of normal person.

“I think your ass is very cute and sexy, but this isn’t it.” Marinette took a deep breath.

Telling your soon to be husband that you were a superhero is hard enough, but telling him you also miss your partner who happened to be a really loyal dork in a cat suit… yeah, it just became harder. But Adrien was the love of her life and she knew he’d understand the fact that she wished her old partner would be at the wedding and her sadness over the fact that he wasn’t. He hadn’t seen him in years and missed him terribly.

“Adrien, what I want to say is that I was Ladybug.” Adrien simply stared at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you! And it kills me cause I miss Chat Noir and I wished he was here too, cause he had been such a good friend and I’m sorry. Again.”

Adrien seemed to regain some composure and Marinette was happy he was screaming. But when his eyes looked in the distance with that seemed like sadness she began to worry.

“Chat Noir.” he said idly. “I haven’t used that name in years.”

Marinette was outraged. Did that tol shit just meme her on their wedding day? The nerve! And… wait… what did he say? Realization drowned on Marinette.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

maybe a common recurring example i see of how bad sj ideas (or decent ideas used poorly) ruin relationships is this:

“My friend/partner/family member from a different culture wants to share part of their culture with me [a garment, decorative item, holiday, festival, ceremony etc]. Is it cultural appropriation if I accept? Should I refuse?”

the common sense answer to this question is of course no and no, but I have seen people say in seriousness that a “good ally” should refuse, and I think the fact that people feel they must ask this question in the first place is a sign that something is seriously wrong in the the way people are taught to think about themselves and others, and about culture in this case

I think this is an example of being so preoccupied by the pressure to see yourself and your friend as simply relations in a power structure, that you stopped seeing yourself and your friend as people, and stopped seeing your friend’s gesture as a expression of love.