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What to Do if Witchcraft Drains You

Witchcraft requires summoning and manipulating energy. It takes a lot of work. As a result, sometimes spellwork can end up tiring people mentally, emotionally, or physically. If you find yourself drained after a spell, you can do many things:

  1. Eat something sugary, carbs, or fruit. This runs along the same vein as a nurse advising you to eat sugar after drawing blood: The sugar will reenergize you.
  2. Drink tea or water. Stay hydrated! even when not casting spells. In general, oolongs, blacks, and fruity teas can help energize you, whereas green teas and herbals (especially lavender, chamomile, mints and rose) can relax you.
  3. Light your favorite incense or candle. Frankincense, sage, cedar, dragon’s blood, patchouli, cinnamon, pine, and sandalwood are good cleansing and promoting positive energy. Or, light your favorite scent–it’ll automatically calm and re-energize you.
  4. Carry a stone with you. Amethyst, citrine, obsidian, rose quartz, lapis lazuli, jade, and hematite are good considerations for re-energizing and healing spiritual energy. 
  5. …or, carry another special item with you! If you have a special pendant, prayer beads, necklace or other item that means a lot to you and comforts you, it can help restore your energy just by being in your presence.
  6. Take a bath or shower
  7. Take a walk out in nature. Even though you may not feel like working out, exercising can actually energize you rather than deplete you. You can absorb nature’s energies to replenish yours, too.
  8. Take a nap, or get a good night’s sleep. If you want an extra boost, place a healing stone under your pillow to recharge you while you sleep.
  9. Watch a funny movie or video, or read a good book. It’ll relax you, take your mind off your drained feeling, and correct any “off” feelings you may have.
  10. Work on something else that requires minimal energy. This could be crafting, knitting, watering your plants, or even doing your homework. Getting back into the groove of things will help reset your energy and stabilize you for daily life.
  11. Friends! If calling a friend or socializing will relax you, go for it! It’ll make you happier, too.

I hope you may rest well, take care of yourself and have a blessed path! (◕‿◕✿) Sincerely, a witch who’s exhausted after performing spells for four hours.

the king lifts his thin veil of deception; corruption drowns his veins 

to the people who inspire me: have a thoughtful lafayette

@halpdevon @exadorlion @midnigtartist @raythrill @galactibun

hope there aren’t too many people in one post :’)))))

edit: i almost forgot a very important artist! @birdloaf okay, NOW there are too many people in one post 😅

PROMPT LIST — send me a character and a #!

  • “PLEASE put your shirt back on. please don’t make me laugh at you.”
  • “THIS place is fancy and i don’t know which fork to kill myself with.”
  • “YOU like me? you like my personality?”
  • “YOU my boo. you my boo and i’ve been missin’ you. i’ve been missin you so long.”
  • “YOU know what’s weird? i don’t find this weird anymore.”
  • “GOD, you’re about to say something stupid, aren’t you?”
  • “GIRL, imma marry you.”
  • “I see him and my heart explodes.”
  • “WE all…need to meet new people.”
  • “IT’S kinda stupid how much i’m in love with you.”
  • “SO if any of you have anything else to say to my boo, i will drag you outside and we will handle this la style!”
  • “I’M sorry about the whole kissing thing.”
  • “OH, you don’t have to apologize. i did…kiss you back, a little.”
  • “I hope that you don’t remember that i said any of these things tomorrow.”
  • “YOU’VE been taking care of me my entire life.”
  • “WHEN you’re going through ‘a taylor swift-like range of emotions,’ i should come over, right?”
  • “YOU were the only one that i could talk to. being brown, you have the wisdom of a thousand white women.”
  • “I’D really like to start calling you shawty in public.”
  • “THEY’VE made me weak in my stupid knees.”
  • “I want to spend the rest of my life hearing all your stories.”
  • “IF you hurt her, i will let myself die. and then i will haunt you.”
  • “I am a grown woman that is in love with her ex that has a girlfriend. and i’ve been stealing my neighbor’s wi-fi.”
  • “I’VE made out with half of the guys in this room.”
  • “THEY are not exactly what my mom had imagined for me. you know, she wanted someone maybe not so…white?”
  • “YOU look like a prostitute for wizards.”
  • “YOU look like a homeless pencil.”
  • “YEAH, i’m nervous. yeah, i’m really nervous. i mean, she’s beautiful and she’s super cool…”
  • “YOU know i have a boyfriend, right?”
  • “I hate your ideas. i hate them almost as much as i love you, which is so much.”
  • “NOTHING is more important to me than your future.”
  • “I’M never gonna stop trying to make you happy.”
  • “SHE’S never gonna be happy with someone like me.”
  • “CAN we just take a moment to appreciate them? i mean, the effect they have on people…it’s really incredible. i can’t believe…they’re dating me. i mean, like, whaaaat?”
  • “IF you tell anyone we held hands, i have two people on my phone who will kill you.“
  • “I may be an idiot, but i’m smart enough to know what i lost.”
  • “YOU and i not being together does not make sense to me.”
  • “I’M really gonna need you to step it up tonight, okay? when i see you, i wanna be thinking, ‘who let the dirty slut out of the slut house?’”
  • “I simply want a demographic breakdown of all the guys that hit on you.”
  • “AS my best friend, i expect you to be willing to sacrifice everything for me at a moment’s notice.”
  • “WATCH it, buddy! ‘cause i will calcutta bitch up in here. i will cal. cut. a. bitch.”
  • “YOU’RE not the only one that’s hurting.”
  • “YOU’RE the smartest, ballsiest, bitchiest, truly terrifying woman that i have enjoyed in a really long time.”
  • “YOU don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
  • “YOU don’t know my pain.”
  • “IF i was doing something stupid, you would definitely be involved.”
  • “AND those shoelaces must be tied together ‘cause you are straight trippin’, yo.”
  • “DO i regret it? yes. would i do it again? probably.”
  • “SHE makes you weak and penis dumb.”
  • “I don’t think i can even look at him without getting pregnant.“
  • "I’M gonna ask you to get out of my girlfriend’s bed, man.”
  • “I think i’m getting my period.”
  • “I don’t want nobody to eat me! i got thick thighs! i got a fat ass!”
  • “THEY love me so much, and to be honest, it scares me. i don’t think i deserve all of that love.”


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anonymous asked:

(not a feel) ufshjsjd how did you find out your sexuality, being hypersexual?? where does the disorder end and sexuality begin? its So Difficult hh

it IS difficult, it takes a lot of self-examination and self-defining tbh like, the first step honestly is just not letting anyone dictate your sexuality but you which may be one of the hardest things

so i am an aromantic gay man who has had sex with women before and honestly will probably continue having sex with women because of how my hypersexuality interacts with my sexuality

the reason i don’t just identify as bi or anything else, and how i really figured it out and decided to continue as i am was a process that looked like the following

-i acknowledged in myself that i do not need to be sexually attracted to a person to have sex with them. 

-i acknowledged that sexuality = who i am sexually attracted to, and that’s it

-i acknowledged that i have always been sexually attracted to men, i’ve always ever engaged in romantic relationships with men (altho i am aro and it turns out they are not for me), i am far more satisfied when i am with men, the idea of being with men feels right

-i acknowledged that my hypersexuality makes it so that sexual attraction is not a factor when deciding who i will sleep with

-i acknowledge that while i’ve been aesthetically attracted to women before (which is such a useful term) i’ve never been sexually attracted to them, nor can i even try and imagine myself in a committed sexual/romantic relationship with them, save for a few exceptions

-i express a lot of emotions through sex (i think you’re hot = i wanna bang. i think you’re pretty! = i wanna bang. i hate you = i wanna bang)

-when i have sex with women it is out of compulsion and there is not much driving it besides the need to have sex

-any flings i have involving women also involved men in some way or another, meaning it was a lot of very misplaced sexual tension between us, and also alcohol was involved, so that negates a shitload tbh. i have a very hard time imagining myself hooking up with a woman sober

-even if i have a fling with a woman i would never have any sort of instinct to engage in a committed relationship with them

and, the most important factor

-i don’t want to be bi, because i don’t FEEL bi

i’ve always viewed things like sexuality and gender as a decision. not a choice, but a decision to choose whatever path i’d like to pursue. 

some people would label my willingness to have sex with women as proof that i’m bisexual, and that’s fine. in some people, that’s just how their attraction works! they can decide to go as ‘bi’ if they want to! but i saw how i felt and how i experience attraction and decided that women just don’t do it for me, and that men do. 

i decided that the lack of romantic attraction i felt for men meant i was aromantic, and decided to stick with that, and decided to not pursue romantic relationships anymore because i was aromantic. 

i decided the dysphoria i felt meant i was trans, and decided to transition, and from that moment on i was just me. 

i think it’s a lot easier to just treat it like that instead of something that falls into your lap that you suddenly have to organize because, tbh… not only is sexuality and shit fluid, it’s also just a mess in general, it doesn’t always fit into nice easy boxes. i can be a messy confusing gay to people and that’s fine by me because i know i’m gay because i decided i am and any actions i take because of my hypersexuality won’t affect that!

and who knows.. maybe i’ll discover later that i rly do have a sexual attraction to girls and that it just happens to be less intense than my attraction to other ppl!!! and that’s fine! i’ll just decide at that point to go by the ‘bisexual’ label than ‘gay’. it can honestly be that easy :3 <3

Helping Hand P2

Summary: Who knew that being saved by spiderman would start a blossoming friendship… or maybe something more?

Requested: No

Word Count: 2.4k


Warning(s)?: flUFF HEAPS OF FLUFF, MY POOR BABY INJURED (if thats even a warning)

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Originally posted by peterparkerimagine


Part 1  Part 3  Part 4

Helping Hand 

Once you let ‘Bug Boy’ inside your room you began to make your way over to your en-suite. You walked over to the sink and bent down, opening the cupboards to grab your first aid kid which you have learnt to keep fully stocked for future 'encounters’ with Bug Boy. 

“So what happened this time?” You asked as you walked back into the room, the first aid kid in your hands. It was kinda weird that over these past few months you’ve kind of became he’s nurse. Every time he got injured he seem to come to you, needing some patching up. 

At first he kept apologizing, saying he was sorry to keep coming to your apartment when he got injured but you always stopped him. You wanted to help him, in any sort of way you can… I mean.. that’s what friends did for each other right? 

Were you guys friends? 

“Just the usual- *grunt* someone trying to rob a bank” he says then grunts again. You quickly walked downstairs into your kitchen to grab some ice, making sure to be quiet during your trip seeing your parents were asleep. 

You walked back into the room and locked the door to save yourself from any misunderstandings if your parents did happen to decide to come into your room. 

You shake your head, just noticing the very visible scratch like marks that ripped through his suit, blooding seeping through slowly. You still wondered how the hell he hasn’t wound up dead or at least in hospital. You weren’t an actual nurse so if he broke something there was really nothing you could do. 

You began to attend to his wounds, first starting with cleaning most of the blood off of his suit. 

It wasn’t awkward when there was a silence, kind of peaceful actually apart from the grunt here and there from 'Bug Boy’. 

You use to wonder who he was but stopped asking after a while. He didn’t want to tell you and that was fair enough. He said it was too dangerous if someone knew who he really was and you could kind of understand, after all your dad was a cop. You knew what it was like walking around with a target on your back. 

After cleaning the blood you noticed there were more wounds underneath.

“Okay Bug Buy, you need to take off your suit” You remember the first time you asked this you were nervous, you thought he would of objected and shooed you away thinking you were weird but instead he obliged. You tried not to stare as he took of his suit, leaving his pants on and his mask. 

He took of his suit like you had asked. Well more like demanded but okay. 

Again you found it hard not to stare. For the past three weeks your stomach started doing this weird thing everytime you saw him. It was weird, you didn’t even know the guy for crying out loud bu then again you did… 

The process for cleaning him up could take hours which gave you guys a chance to get to know each other. And that’s exactly what happened. 

He would talk about his non 'hero’ life, leaving out his name of course, and talked about things he loved to do. 

For starters he was a photographer and a huge geek, he loved science with a passion so much that once he developed these abilities from a spider bite he created his own webbing!

I mean come on it was pretty hard not to be impressed. 

But little did you know as time went on you would begin to develop feelings for the boy. Yes boy, you would ask him questions, the curiosity getting the best of you. He wouldn’t answer at first but over time he divulged a bit more of himself with you. 

For example you found out he was 16 and in fact went to the same school as you, Midtown Science. 

You always left your most important question to ask just before he left, 'Who are you?' 

He never gave you a response or simply shook his head. To say it wasn’t annoying you would be a lie but at the same time you understood why he wouldn’t tell you. It still doesn’t mean you wish he trusted you enough to tell you… 

“It was weird actually, these guys were all dressed up as the avengers!” He laughed and so did you. Grabbing out some alcohol and a cloth you began to gently dab over the wounds, cleaning them. He winced lightly here and there and you apologized under your breath.

“But that wasn’t the weirdest part-Ahh” He says. You glanced up to notice you lent in a bit too far. You didn’t realize how close you guys were to you could practically feel his breath fan across your face, it was weird, even in his mask you could hear and.. feel him perfectly. 

You willed the butterflies in your stomach to stop, it was making it almost impossible for you to concentrate properly. 

Just breathe Y/N.

“Yeah and then these blue like lasers things were streaming out of- hey are you okay?” Shit. You glanced up noticing your hand had stopped moving and just rested gently near his open wound. You quickly retracted your hand, a blush starting to cover your cheeks. Your head was down so at least he couldn’t see you blushing. 

“Yeah I’m fine” your voice came out a little shaky. You began to work on his wounds again, cleaning them and making sure none of them were too deep that he needed real medical attention. 

You felt his hand on top of yours, stopping your movements. Gosh you could practically hear your heart beat in your ears. 

You hand was beginning to shake a little, he seemed to notice and held even tighter. No you idiot your making it worse.

You didn’t lift your head, you could practically feel fire dance across your cheeks and without a mirror near by, you weren’t too sure on just how obvious your blush was. 

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” You shake your head agreeing with him. You knew you could, you trusted him, with your life. So much that it actually scared you. 

“Yeah I’m just-” You were trying to find the right words to use. 

“Stressed” well it wasn’t a complete lie. 

You hadn’t realized the position the both of you were in till now. You glanced around to see he was leaning against your bed on the ground with you practically between his legs, the rested on either side of you and were bent at the knee. He seemed relaxed in this position but you were far from it. 

“If it’s this whole thing I really am sorry I really should just-”

“No!” He looked at you, you couldn’t tell what expression he wore across his face but you could sense it was one of confusion. 

“I mean, I don’t mind really, it’s nice to be able to help in some kind of way” You finish off, nice save. 

You continued on, grabbing some gauze and tape from the first aid kit. You began to gently press the gauze against his skin, grabbing the tape to tape the side so that it would stay on. You made sure the gauze had some alcohol on it to keep the wound cleaned and to make sure no infection would begin. 

He grabbed your hand softly making your heart begin to race all over again. 

“Thank you” You finally glanced up. You wanted to take off his mask so badly but you didn’t. 

“What do you look like?” Oh my god you didn’t just say that. You were just wondering aloud and unfortunately loud enough for him to hear. 

You were expecting him to laugh at you or shout at you or something but… nothing. It was silent.

And for the first time the silence felt.. awkward. 

“Why?” He asks. Does he always respond with to a question with a question?

But it was a good question. How could you answer that? You knew what you wanted to say but you couldn’t. You couldn’t get the words to escape your mouth. You were utterly mortified in this moment. 

You gulped nervously, you could feel your palms beginning to sweat. Just make something up Y/N…

“Uhhhh to help soothe the curiosity?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as more of a question than a statement. You were too nervous that you couldn’t think straight. You looked away quickly and began to pack up the first aid kit. You didn’t seem to notice how he lent closer, well it wasn’t till you felt the tingles run along your neck. 

You could feel his breath fawning over you again. You momentarily stop, not turning your head just in case this was all just a wonderful dream that you didn’t want to end just yet. 

You went on, slowly putting everything back in and zipping up the bag. 

Everything was silent again, though it felt like something has shifted. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but something was definitely different. 

Putting the bag down on the ground, you turned your head to face him, beginning to think of a joke to tell him seeing that was your go to when you didn’t know what to do, which was quite often.

Instead you froze.

Expecting to meet the red mask with black holes as the eyes where he could see out of was replaced with a face. A quite handsome face which startled you to no end. You grew tense. 

The boy in front of you had a head full of brown curls that were left in a mess, probably from the mask coming off. 

You could also notice a few faint freckles scattered across his cheek and his nose, you couldn’t tell from far away cause they were faint but up close you could see them clearly. 

You finally mustered the courage to take a look at his eyes. They were so brown. You’ve always found brown eyes kind of dull and boring but his weren’t, it was like a swirl which held secrets, secrets you wish you knew.

You weren’t quite sure how long you were staring at his face for but you didn’t care.

You opened your mouth to speak. But all thoughts flew from your mind when you glanced down at his lips. You didn’t realize how close they were. You also wouldn’t think they would look so pink and beautiful and so- inviting. 

Your could feel your lips suddenly becoming dry. You licked them carefully, moisturizing them while still staring at his lips. 

Though what you didn’t know was the fact that he saw the whole thing and it made something stir inside of him. It left him confused, it was a weird sensation but it was nice. 

“Don’t.. do that” You watched his lips as he spoke. You grew confused.

You glanced up into his eyes with confusion. You were just ignoring all rational thoughts at this point. 

“Do what?” you asked, your voice soft seeing as your faces were close, subconsciously licking your lips again. You weren’t aware of what you had just done. 

He watched this movement closely with his eyes, unknowingly licking his as well. 

Suddenly he yearned to touch you. And so he did. He caressed your cheek with his hand and ran his thumb across your cheek, slowly bringing it closer and closer towards your lips. 

How could he have not noticed how beautiful you were.

Of course he knew the second he laid eyes on you but how come he didn’t notice just how beautiful. He was utterly confused with himself. 

You just lent into his touch, enjoying the feel of his warm hand on your cheek. You were sure you were dreaming.

And you never wanted this dream to end. 

It seemed agonizingly slow. The feel of his hand against your cheek and his thumb lightly tracing different patterns. But even you didn’t notice just exactly where his thumb was travelling. You were enjoying this too much to even care.

It wasn’t until you felt his thumb rest softly against your bottom lip. You opened your eyes, you don’t even remember closing them to begin with. 

But you did, you opened your eyes and stared into his. You just watched as he traced your lips with his thumb, he looked so concentrated on your lips it was adorable. It was almost like he was tracing every inch, memorizing the curves and the bumps. 

You weren’t sure what to do. You knew what you wanted to do but you didn’t have the courage. 

“Who are you?” You asked, his thumb staying against your lip as you spoke. He felt the vibration against his thumb which sent his stomach churning but this was in a good way. 

He just shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter” He says before moving his thumb back to your cheek. He brought up his other hand to rest against your neck and brought your face closer to his. 

His lips were softly placed against yours. You weren’t sure what you were doing so you kinda froze. It wasn’t until you felt him move his lips against yours that you suddenly had this overpowering feeling to kiss him back. So you did.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you, enjoying the feeling of his mouth moving against yours. You practically feel the butterflies erupting inside your stomach and your heart burst with joy. 

The kiss lasted roughly 15 seconds. You didn’t want it to end but it had to, you guys were human and oxygen was essential so you guys pulled away to breathe. 

“Are you ever going to tell me your name?” You ask out of breath, it almost felt as if you had just ran a marathon but without the numbing feeling in your legs… though your legs were feeling like jelly so you were thankful you were sitting down and not standing. 

He moved his hands down to your waist pulling you even closer to him. You tried not to let that fact that now your torso was against his and you could feel the warmth of the skin mix with you own cloud your thoughts.

“Peter..Peter Parker”


A/N: Lemme know if you guys want another part to this cause if not then this is the end for this little imagine series called 'Helping Hand' 

anonymous asked:

Hi Everyone, I am a mid-20 yr old Black women. I have fallen on hard times and is need of money until I can find work. I have started school again in a new city and will need text book money and money for transportation and bills. Since being here I lost my job because they changed my hrs to the same time as my graduate school classes. I am on anon due to being embarassed by my situation. EVERY BIT WILL HELP OUT. THANK YOU I had to put () so the ask will go thru paypal(.)me/AdminDonation

So this is an anon from one of my dear friends who I can absolutely confirm is a lovely person and completely undeserving of the setbacks she’s had to face since her move. She’s has been doing her absolute best to make ends meet, but that’s hard to do without support. I’m not in a position to financially help her myself, and maybe you aren’t either, but if you could help signal boost this so it reaches someone who can it would be much appreciated by both her and me!

The link to donate: paypal.me/AdminDonation

Crafting help: I’m a paint hoarder, what do I do with it all?

So I have some paint. Lots of paint. I’m talking upwards of a couple of gallons of sample size house paints that I took from my school (they were free and NO ONE was taking them sssoooooo). If you know me from school, you probably have seen exactly how much paint I have, all in varying shades of burgundy/pink/cream/grey/etc.

It’s a lot.

We’re talking huge amounts of high end house paint with barely any duplicates.

So I guess my question is…what the hell should I do with it all? I’m seriously asking for suggestions because I have NO idea what to use it for. Please give me ideas.