thing a lot lately

Some morning thoughts on “Traditional Witchcraft”

I’ve been thinking about this thing a lot lately and it’s not quite fully formed, so bear with me.

I think when I was a wee witchling I heard the term “traditional witchcraft” and associated it with either British Traditional Witchcraft (BTW aka: Alexandrian or Gardenarian Wicca) or I confused it with hereditary or family witchcraft. Am I completely wrong about how that was presented 10 years ago? I have since learned the difference, but I was just curious if anyone else had a similar memory.

That being said, I do often run into people talking about traditional witchcraft a lot these days. Is there a raising interest, or it is just my currently perspective? I’ve seen a lot of interest in Gemma Gary and a few other writers that I have read. Sarah Anne Lawless has this interesting piece based on a talk that I just read. Which just seems to boil down “witchcraft traditions that are not Wiccan” encompassing Feri Tradition to Luciferianism to Cornish folk magic. is there more to it than that?

I don’t really consider myself a traditional witch, but a lot of my practices draw from folk magic traditions. I prefer to call myself an agnostic secular witch as it denotes my not knowing if we can know deity with my lack of religion. Some of the things in that talk appeal to me, a lot of it doesn’t. I avoid spirits (but I know they are out there) I don’t hedge-ride or any real divination in the sense of seeking out the future, I use divination as advice.  I don’t participate in ancestor worship and I’m a very mild animist., but I do enjoy learning about a lot of different magical traditions, even if they are not ones I participate in or believe in.

I’ve also been thinking that I have seen a lot of interest in Gemma Gary and her books about Cornish Witchcraft. I’m in the middle of “Traditional Witchcraft A Cornish Book of Ways” right now and I find it really interesting that a lot of people are drawn to this quite obscure witchcraft from a corner of England. Is it because it was able to more easily survive that in other place to have something to pass on? I also find the interest, well, interesting because it seems to be a witchcraft that is so tied to a specific place, yet so many people who live very far away from it are also interested in it. Why is that so? Is it a reflection in how we relate to the land that we do live in? At least, that is one of the reasons I am interested. I’m also interested in the historical aspects, the methodology, and hearing the voice of an author as they speak about what they love.

That all being said, here’s what’s going to be weighing down my bag as I head off the Yellowstone on Sunday:

  • The Flame in the Cauldron: a Book of Old-Style Witchery by Orion Foxwood (half finished)
  • Traditional Witchcraft: A Cornish Book of Ways by Gemma Gary (half finished)
  • A Dee Without A Name: Unearthing the Legacy of Traditional Witchcraft by Lee Morgan

All these thoughts aren’t full formed but I’d love to hear your idea about them.


title: home

words count: 1,983

genre: let’s say it’s fluff, but i prefer thinking of it as a slice-of-life kinda thing

summary: Dan’s been traveling a lot lately, meanwhile, it’s still down pouring rain in London. 

status: completed. 

A/N: first ever phan fic. oh god. i don’t even know what is this. oh god.

Phil wakes up quite early before the alarm goes off, to the sound of the pouring rain outside. It’s been raining since last night, and the rain gives no sign of stopping any time soon. He reaches out for his glasses, all of sudden the sight of the grey and gloomy sky outside the window becomes a lot clearer. Thousands of tiny rain drops pouring down at the same time look like tiny pieces of broken glasses.

The house is in complete silence, to the point Phil can almost hear the sound of the rain drops echoing. Phil looks at his phone screen again to check the time, just to make sure he still has some times left before he has to go and wake Dan up, so he doesn’t miss the flight to Sweden in few hours. Apparently Dan does not trust himself, at all, when it comes to waking up on time, “pretty sure I’ll just keep pressing snooze if no one comes and wakes me up” - he said.

He lies back down, burries his face to the warmth of the blanket. He loves this kind of weather, not deadly cold like winter, but just a little chilly, enough for a sweater and a cup of hot coffee.

Dan has been traveling a lot recently, and that results in Phil having to spend time alone at home way too often lately. He realises, being apart from each other, is definitely a feeling that he can never, ever, get used to. Or let’s just say, he’s just too used to having Dan around, just enjoying each other’s company, like the air he breaths, the taste of shreddies every morning, or the opening song of that anime series they’re watching together.

He laughs at his own thoughts, years have passed, it seems like they’re already too old for all those “i miss you”, “i want to be with you all the time” things. Sometimes it feels like words aren’t even needed between the two anymore. Phil understands, and he understands that Dan understands, too, so it’s all fine.

The birds start tweeting outside, calling Phil back to the reality from his dead-end train of thoughts. He leaves his bed, the rain has already stopped, and he’s already few minutes late to wake Dan up.


Dan looks at his phone screen, after finishing dressing up and checking his travel bag once again, just to make sure he packed socks and his laptop charger this time, and realises he still has quite much time left before having to leave. It feels pretty strange to actually have time to have breakfast before leaving the house instead of rushing by seconds, like he usually does. Apparently having Phil to wake him up, much earlier than when his actual alarm rings, worked.

Dan goes downstairs, peeking through the kitchen and sees Phil pouring milk to his cereal on one hand, and the other hand is busy holding the kettle full of boiled water for his morning coffee. This worries Dan a bit, more than anyone, he thoroughly understands how clumsy Phil actually is. People think Phil just makes that up to be relatable and be funny and all that, they have no clues that his clumsiness is so much worse than what’s shown on camera, and the direct “victim” is no one else other than Dan himself.

“Good morning”, Dan says while walking towards the older, leaning his chin, and his entire body weight to Phil’s left shoulder, then slowly hugs him from behind. Phil has that kind of earthy and minty smell to him, which Dan is certainly sure that it’s totally not because of the shower gel Phil is using, very similar to the smell of the grass after raining. Very relaxing.

“Good morning”, Phil giggles, keep adding more water to his coffee, “do you have time for breakfast?”

“Yeah, all thanks to you”, Dan lazily replies, doesn’t move an inch. His eyes feel heavy, all of sudden he feels sleepy again.

“Do you want cereal or some bread? I’m pretty sure we still have some left”, Phil puts down the kettle, tries to move away from Dan’s embrace but the younger refuses to let him go, by holding him tighter.

Dan doesn’t reply, and doesn’t let Phil out of his arms. Phil can feel Dan’s warmth on his back, and he doesn’t particularly want to move away either.

Pieces of shreddies in the bowl slowly absorb the milk and become soggy, the burning hot cup of coffee has been cold down a little already, and the two men silently lean on each other.

Without a single word, but they both understand.

Stockholm is nice.

The weather is perfect for Dan to wear his aesthetically-black head-to-toe outfit without having to worry it will be too hot. He loves wandering in the old streets, and is very satisfied after taking a lot of instagram-worthy photos.

Working with BBC has brought a lot of amazing chances to Dan, including traveling to countries he’s never been to, which is nice. However, besides the time working on camera, his coworkers hardly find the guy to enjoy his trip that much, in terms of “traveling”. People think Dan makes himself out to be someone who is overly obsessed with his phone and laptop just to be relatable, but everyone who has ever spent a certain amount of time with him can be sure, that he really is stuck to his phone all the hecking time. It’s almost frustrating to see.

Dan texts Phil, once every two minutes. He doesn’t wait for a reply to continue, and Phil doesn’t seem to feel the need to reply to every single text either, especially when almost all of them are so random. Or let’s say he probably knows Dan too well, enough to understand that Dan is just typing out random crap to make people think he’s texting so he can avoid interacting with other humans. Or let’s say, Phil probably leaves his phone somewhere and can’t remember where it is.

“there’s a fat pigeon walking around me”

“it almost looks like a penguin”

“i should stop fat shaming pigeons”

“sweden is nice”

“let’s go together next time”

“don’t stay up too late”

“people wouldn’t want to watch another a sleepless night with phil video lol”

“also is it still raining in london”

“i kinda miss the rain lol”

“and london too”

“lol jk”

When he doesn’t text Phil, he goes through Phil’s twitter, just to make sure there’s no shreddies incident happening at home, that there will be no broken pieces of their glass bowl inside the washing machine, that Phil is not cutting himself in 4 places attempting to make a bowl of cereal, because Dan is sure that Phil will tell people on twitter before telling him.

Later on, when Phil finally finds his phone under the sofa cushion, he almost freaks out seeing there are 40 unread messages. He slowly goes through every single one of them, a smile slowly brightens his face, and he isn’t even aware of that.

Phil understands.

There were few seconds where Phil hesitated if he should sacarstically reply Dan, telling him pigeons have feelings too, then sneaks in a few lame puns. In the end, Phil decides to tell Dan the exact thing Dan was trying to tell him through all the texts, simply because he knows Dan’s ironic sense of humor doesn’t let him to say cheesy stuffs like that anymore. Phil can almost hear Dan’s laughing voice while making fun at him for what he’s about to say.

After all, they have a life time to laugh at each other’s lame puns and jokes, or have nonsense conversations.

“i miss you too”

“also buy more almond milk on your way home”

Dan comes home, soaking wet from head to toe.

He actually arrived at home way earlier, but when he was few blocks away from their apartment, he suddenly remembers about the almond milk Phil told him to buy on his way home. Dan convinces himself that they can order from Tesco later and have the groceries delivered to them next mornqưưing, still in time for Phil’s everyday cereal routine, but he doesn’t understand why in the end he still decided to go back and buy the milk himself, either.

When he walks upstairs, he finds Phil soundly sleeping on their couch, his hands still holds tight to the xbox controller. Looks like someone falls as sleep while playing again. This doesn’t surprise Dan at all.


“I’m home”

Phil opens his eyes slowly, then find the younger holding a plastic bag on his right hand, while his left hand is busy taking the shoes off. Phil silently looks at Dan’s tall figure almost blocking the door, and he can never stop being amazed at how much Dan’s grown since the first time they met, certainly Dan was already much taller than Phil thought he would be back then, but having Dan to actually grows taller than him is what he never expected. He laughs at his own thoughts, at how much he sounds like a proud dad looking at his son who is now taller than him, shoulders broader than his.

He stands up, feeling a pain on his neck and his back, definitely the result of falling asleep while sitting up.

“I thought you’d come home earlier. So I kinda got too hungry and had dinner by myself already”

“Yeah, supposedly”


“I forgot to buy almond milk, so I went back in town”

“You silly… you didn’t have to! We can always order online can’t we!”
Dan laughs, and doesn’t reply.

“Let’s order pizza”

“I thought you already ate”

“That was 3 hours ago”

“Okay then, but I have to take a shower first”

Dan walks up to Phil, kisses him lightly on his lips. Ah, yes, the earthy and minty smell. Now he really feels at home.

Phil wonders later if he knows Phil actually sent that text telling him to buy milk so that he felt less awkward about the “i miss you text”, or if he knows that Phil’d rather have him coming home few minutes earlier.

Either way, Dan’s home, and everything is okay.


Dan turns off his laptop and decides to go to bed at 1AM. That’s actually pretty early for him, considering how he occasionally has internet-until-5:30AM nights. He stretches his shoulders, puts aside the laptop and walks up to his room.

His face lights up a smile when he sees, under the dim light of his bedroom’s lamp, Phil soundly falling asleep. He takes each step lightly so Phil does not wake up from the noise, then crawls on the bed, while he hugs the older from behind. He burries his face on the area between Phil’s neck and shoulder, not sure the tingling feeling is given by Phil’s hair poking him on his forehead, or it’s the warmth and earthy, minty smell from Phil.

Phil slightly moves away a little, leaving a little more space so Dan can lie comfortably.

“You’re not making fun of me, aren’t you”

“Why would I?”

“I was certainly sure that you’d laugh at me because of that cheesy text”

Dan giggles, in the silent night where they can only hear the sound of a car rushing down the road and rain drops outside, holding Phil a bit tighter and doesn’t reply to what Phil said. If he knows about the draft text that never get to be sent on Dan’s phone that he mindlessly typed down after reading the text from Phil, he’ll surely be the one that being made fun of.

After all, they still have a life time to laugh at each other’s lame puns and jokes, don’t they. 

The night deepens, and it’s still pouring rain in London.


“i already miss you the minute i left our apartment, wish you were here, it almost hurts”

“lol jk”


hey everyone! as you may know already, i currently run this blog on my own, and have for the past year and a half or so. i’ve tried very hard to keep it consistently updated, but there are times when i am too busy with school and work or when i am going through some emotional stuff that makes it hard for me to motivate myself to post - and so i’m looking for some help! if you are interested in becoming an admin, please message me the following information off anon:

  • your name/what you would like to be called
  • your timezone
  • how many hours a day you can dedicate to the blog
  • are you familiar/comfortable with navigating fansites? if not, are you willing to learn?
  • do you know korean? (optional, i’m just curious as the blog could use a proper translator)
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that’s about it, but don’t hesitate to tell me if there’s anything else you’d like me to know! i’m really hoping to get at least one other person on board here so that i don’t have to keep apologizing for not updating. ;; thank you!

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry babe but I have to unfollow you because a lot of things have been very triggering lately ily stay strong

No honestly it is 100% okay, you need to look after you & keep yourself away from triggers :)
I’m proud of you for recognising me as a trigger x


“Son of a bitch! Again? What’s happening lately?” Dean grabbed a box of salt in one hand and a bar made of iron in the other one.

The lights were flickering heavily and the EMF pointer was crazily high. Things like this happened a lot to the Winchester brothers lately. Something about it was…different.

Sam and Dean were standing armed in the middle of their motel room, waiting for some creep of a ghost to attack them when suddenly a figure appeared on the other side of it. Their eyes went wide and their mouths fell open.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice was nearly above a whisper.

“Hi guys,” you said, shooting them a small smile.

“Y-you’re…you’re dead? Y/N, what happened?” Sam struggled to keep his voice steady.


“When?” Now Dean stepped closer to you and turned his back to his little brother so he couldn’t see his expression. His pure green eyes were soaking yours in and your heart began to pound hard against your chest. Familiar feelings.

 “A few days after we last met. So that’d mean…three years ago,” you avoided his eyes.

Realization hit him. He remembered this day so well. You and Dean were on a date and it was one of the best evenings both of you ever had. He wanted to confess his love for you, but all of a sudden things ended up in a dumb fight about you being a bad hunter.

”Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I said back then-” His eyes were filling up with tears. He loved you. He loved you so bad and his heart began to ache.

”Don’t, Dean. Don’t you dare! It’s not your fault, okay? It’s mine. I wanted to prove that I’m a good hunter and I failed. I got myself killed by a freakin’ Wendigo,” you said and now you were crying too. “At least I got so save two kids,” you whispered while looking to the ground.


You locked eyes with him again. “I still love you, Dean. I always will.”

”Forever,” he whispered and his hand reached out for you. You faded and he sank to the ground.

[gif credit: x]

anonymous asked:

I don't get it anymore ! This site used to be funny, about Colin Morgan, about the world, interesting ... But now : boring, always the same blablabla about asexuality, problems with sexuality, stupid " artists", US- " Problems" only , seldom something new about Colin Morgan .What happened ?

What it comes down to is two things: 1) I have been working a LOT more recently, which leaves me a lot less time to Internet. 2) Colin hasn’t done a lot of new things to report about of late. When I see non Colin things in passing that I relate to, I reblog them. Once my Co worker is back from maternity leave, I am hoping that things can go back to normal. :)

tonight, day 15, is extra late cause i had a lot of things to do today but! i was very productive! it was good! i’m so tired now though oh my god thank goodness i don’t have work tomorrow!

this is a potential look for the headmistress of hecate academy. I don’t think I remembered to mention this before but all instructors are also practicing witches in their fields, they don’t only teach, they go out and do the things they’re teaching as well. this keeps them in touch with current events & in touch with current best practices in their field. also keeps them sharp!

typically the headmistress is a witch who has been involved in the academy and the community for many years. about what you’d expect for someone in such a position!

the current headmistress is also ultra gay, and it will be stated in the canon text somehow, not just word of god later. like i don’t wanna draw many comparisons between Witch Way and Harry Potter but. like. we’re gonna come out and do this. Maybe her wife will sit next to her at a holiday dinner, and that will be all that we gotta do.

How to cheer up your boyfriend - a novel by Oikawa Tooru

I don’t have an excuse
Based on this. Has this been done yet? 

…He can’t remember much about what happens next, so blinded was he by grief and fury, but it was a long stretch of heavy darkness and cuts and blood and screaming and suffocating sadness, and when he finally comes to, the Corrupted is dead, an ugly mirthless sneer still twisted upon his austere features.

Charles himself isn’t going to last very long either; he’s beyond tired, he’s nearly drained of blood, and he wants to go to where Erik is, wherever he is, but he’s completely alone now, waiting for whatever is going to happen next. The tears still flow for his dear lover, guilt bleeding through his being like ink through paper. 

- The Other Candidate



“I spent two years making 1989. Two years gives you enough time to grow and change and let things inspire you. I was listening to a lot of late 80’s pop music and how bold those songs were and how that time period was a time of limitless possibilities. In thinking about that, this album is a rebirth for me. This is my very first documented, official pop album. 1989 is the most sonically cohesive album I have ever made and my favourite album I have ever made.” - Taylor Swift

An Open Letter to Donald Trump

To the (dis)Honorable Donald Trump,

You don’t know me, and I don’t ever care to know you, at least not personally. I doubt you’ll ever actually see this. You have been saying a lot of things lately, and you seem to be garnering power because people are listening, either because they are angry or because they agree. I’m absolutely flabbergasted at those who actually agree with you.

Since your only real stance seems to actually be on immigration, I want to talk to you, American to American:

My great-grandfather, Hy Rubin, came to this country from Romania way back last century (maybe even before). He was an Ashkenazi Jew. Maybe you’re unfamiliar with the term, but it’s essentially Central and Eastern European Jews, from places like Poland, Russia, and Romania, all of which are part of my ancestry. He was a very well-renowned illustrator in the 1940s, he made quite a living for himself despite not being born in this country. 

What am I getting at? He was an immigrant. Why did he come here? For opportunity, so he could make a living in his art somewhere it would count for him. This is why many people come to America - it’s advertised as the “Land of Opportunity.” People want this.

I want to give you a fun fact, by the way: according to The Institute on Taxation and Economic Policy, undocumented workers actually pay an estimated $12 billion dollars in taxes every year. These are people that are working. There are some people who, believe it or not, are sending money back home so their families can have a better life.

You have a comment about how “somebody’s doing the raping” when undocumented immigrants come over? How about you, Donald? Remember back in 1989 when you violated your ex-wife and then had her lie about what you did? And your lawyer said “marital rape cannot be rape”? I don’t know, I see the word in there, so it must mean one thing.

Also, the comments you made about how if Ivanka “wasn’t your daughter” you’d be dating her? And you’re blasting undocumented workers?

And now you use the term “anchor baby.” Women do not use their children for citizenship. Children who are born in this country are automatically citizens, and now you want to take that away from them? You really hate immigrants that much?

Why don’t you just come out and say it, Donald? You’re a white supremacist. At least if you were honest about it, people could stop finding excuses to try to defend the dumb things you say. You have said in the past,  “Black guys counting my money! I hate it. The only kind of people I want counting my money are little short guys that wear yarmulkes every day.

Actually, let’s just list off a bunch of racist things you’ve said, and make it easier:

“Laziness is a trait in blacks”

“China’s Communist Party has now publicly praised Obama’s reelection.  They have never had it so good.  Will own America soon.“

“What a convenient mistake: @BarackObama issued a statement for Kwanza but failed to issue one for Christmas”

“According to Bill O’Reilly, 80 per cent of all the shootings in New York City are blacks – if you add Hispanics, that figure goes to 98 per cent. One per cent white”

It’s really disappointing that people like you, because I feel like if they learned about the real you, you would be dead in the water.


Ariel V. Rubin

P.S. Just because I’m upset with you doesn’t mean I’m “bleeding from down there.” But maybe if your generation had proper sex education, you could learn how a menstrual cycle works.

Feeling homesick at college? I have some suggestions...

1) Walk around campus, actually explore it. A lot about being homesick is not being familiar with a new area. You REALLY need to do this. Everything you used to know has changed, and you need to get used to the change. The more comfortable you feel in your surroundings, the more comfortable you will be in general.

2) Pick a day that you and a friend/roommate/classmate can get together the same time every week. Doesn’t matter if you’re just sitting on the promenade people watching. That constant companionship got me through every winter, and that’s the hardest time.

3) If there a regional food from where you live have someone send you it (in bulk, preferably). I’m from Cincinnati and we have a restaurant called Montgomery Inn, and even as an adult I have an entire shelf of their bbq sauce in my pantry. The most simple things can make a difference and change your day, and this is it for me.

4) A photo of a place you love is really great. I actually decorated my apartment at college with photos of all over Cincinnati. Photos I took myself, and even some old ones I pulled of the museum catalog online. Also, I really liked being able to talk about those places, because they had obviously meant a lot to me.

5) People are going to tell you “go out and join groups!” - but if that makes you uncomfortable, don’t do that. Do things that interest you, or even just talking to people in classes, will have you making friends. (I highly suggest not joining groups freshman year because it gets overwhelming really fast).

6) When my best friend of many years transferred to FIDM in Los Angeles, we both got really sad. It’s hard leaving people you know so well! We decided to start a pen pal system, and we did that for YEARS. I still have random post it notes she’s sent me with positive affirmations and random notes from the kids she used to nanny (I’m a sap). It brightens your day, especially if you’re not telling the other one something is coming.

7) Don’t be afraid to schedule Skype catchups, or FaceTime to your friends and family! Honestly, they will be worried about you too, and it’s really nice when you visit and you don’t have to tell them a million stories at one time, and not have any real fun while you’re home.

8) I just remembered calling my dad crying two weeks in to term and going home and stealing the couch pillows from his living room… he was not as upset about it as I thought he would be, and it made me really happy having a piece of home around. Maybe ask your parents before you swipe something, but this probably made the biggest difference for me, personally.

9) I know I said don’t join any groups if you don’t want to, but you can always find an animal shelter nearby. They are always in need of people to walk and play with the dogs, or even just socializing the cats. Pets are a great way to relax, and you don’t have the added stress of upkeep like you would if it was your own.

10) If your a month or so into the term, and nothing is getting better, please reach out to your schools counselor or health center. Depression and anxiety only get worse if left untreated, and it’s okay to ask for help. College is stressful enough, it’s okay to talk to someone and it’s okay to not be okay.


Sooooooooooooooooooooo I made a boob fundraising thing. Cause ‘lack of chest’ dysphoria has been bothering me a lot lately and this was a suggestion.

So reblog or donate if you wanna support me getting a bigger chest <3

Though definitely no pressure~ This in particular has just been bothering me a lot lately, so hoping I can take care of it sooner rather than in a few years :(

anonymous asked:

Do you just stop talking to people? With no real reason? I do this and just want to know if im alone or messed up or something.

Yr not alone! This is a very prevalent thing in my life, especially lately, and something that brings me a lot of guilt !!! It is almost indefinitely rooted to some form of anxiety, in my case and yours but unfortunately it’s not always easy to pinpoint the exact reasoning! Over the past year or so, I’ve isolated myself from nearly everyone! Even the ppl I care about most, I can/do go weeks or months or a lifetime without speaking to. I love getting to know new people, but for some reason, apart from a select few, I cannot seem to maintain a relationship with anyone regularly. Talking to people, responding to texts or call, messages, ect has become such a stressful and anxiety provoking thing to me that I avoid it altogether!!! Mostly because of unknown fear! And I do not mean this in a #relatabl;e post type of way! It is a real and scary entity!! Sorry for ranting a bit, but yes you should know you are not alone. I know other ppl who operate more or less in this way as well. As far as how to deal with it, that is something I am still figuring out. I guess an issue is that I almost feel detached from caring and I have just accepted it as part of myself. Therapy could be helpful in this way or just a lot of introspective soul searching and seeing where the behavior comes from specifically! Hopefully the people around you understand your intentions and know that you aren’t trying to hurt them. For me personally, I almost feel better disappearing from people’s lives, rather than trying to explain that I have fear or anxiety or a broken brain. It just seems like a burden on their life and I would rather just have them move on and live freely! This is not a good thing and we all deal with things differently, generally in the wrong way without guidance, but nobody is perfect! Anyways, I am sorry if this doesn’t help at all but I hope it at least brings some comfort that you are not a bad person or alone. I hope you find a way to address and deal with this. Only u know what you want, so maybe this is a sign that you need to change something in yr life and you aren’t happy with it. U are not obligated to talk to anyone however, don’t forget that. Put your own mental health first and foremost and don’t force yourself into conversations, friendships, or relationship that bring you stress or anxiety, without addressing those two things first!!! Good luck my friend