uses for old robes


They were clothed in the bodies of old men, restricting their powers so that they would only assist to the peoples of Middle-earth and not seek domination like Sauron, who was also a Maia. By inhabiting the bodies of Men they were ordered by the Valar to assist the people of Middle-earth through persuasion and encouragement, not force or fear. Being clothed in the bodies of Men they also became susceptible to all the weaknesses of a physical body, they felt hunger, pain, greed, sorrow, joy, and all other emotions and pains of Men.

Altars & Sacred Tools [2]


Altar Cloths: a variety of coverings for the Altar depending upon the ritual and the season; attractively patterned sarongs are often used for this purpose.

Beverages: variety of acceptable drinks; be they fruit juices, wines or liqueurs.

Candles: votives, tapers, jar, shaped, tea light candles in various colours. Natural tallow and beeswax candles are good, but ultimately all you need are some plain white candles. You can change the colour using crayons, or you could tie a ribbon of the colour called for in the spell around the base of the candle and from that it will take on that colour’s energy.

Charcoal Disks: used for resin incense such as copal or dragons blood.

Cloths: variety of solid colours of cotton cloth for use in spell crafting, for wrapping tarot cards, crystals, stones, holding herbs, making poppets, herbal/dream pillows etc

Cords: the cord designating the three styles of green practice (wild witch, hedgewitch, green witch, kitchen witch etc) are gold for energy worker within a cultural tradition, red for working with the Powers of Nature, and black for dedication to the Goddess and the God. As many styles as have been used, such colours may be combined or braided together. The red is also the Cingulum of Wiccan Initiation, to which later may be added the black after Dedication, but only with the red is the practitioner’s measure taken. The symbology is gold for energy work, red for powers, and black for wisdom and union with the Divine.

Glass Bottles: for herbs, oils, moon water, spell work, and storage of other items as needed. Rinse with spring water and sea salt to cleanse.

Herbs: a variety of herbs stocked in labelled containers (a glass jar is best; do not use plastic) and kept out of direct sunlight; used in spell work.

Incenses: stick, cone, resins in a variety of fragrances, will need charcoal disks made for incense if using resins. Light incense, look for glow, then wave to extinguish the flame so only smoke results (this keeps the fragrance from getting harsh).

Matches: may be regular or long stick variety, or use a lighter.

Musical Instruments: may use drums, bells, flutes, harps, sistrums, cymbals, gourd rattles, other rattles etc to aid in meditation, spell casting, energy raising, etc.

Oils: a variety of essential oils (rosemary, sandalwood, lavender, benzoin, rose geranium, frankincense, pine, Juniper, mint etc) for anointings. (Do not use cinnamon – it will burn) and spell work; also need carrier oils (olive, sunflower, almond, jojoba, coconut, etc) for mixing own fragrance blends. Often, the easiest thing to do if you cannot find the required essential oil, is to go back to basics – instead of dabbing with clove oil, push a clove into your clothes; instead of rubbing a candle with basil oil, rub a basil leaf on it. Sometimes, oil is necessary though. Making your own essential oils is difficult, but you could make an infused oil. Use a simple, plain carrier, such as almond or olive oil. Put some in a small bottle, add your chosen herb, such as rosemary, and leave this to infuse for one lunar month.

Salt: Sea salt, rock salt (Himalayan Rock Salt is best) used in rituals, spell working and cleansings, as well as Circle Castings.

Spring Water: collected in a natural spring and stored for use in spell work and ritual, or bought pre-packaged (remove from plastic container and store in a prepared glass bottle or jar).

Stones: a variety of crystals, semi-precious stones, river and Earth stones for use in spells, healing, and aura work.

Threads: or embroidery floss of various colours for tying up magickal works.

Tiles/Trivets: used under items that will burn hot (such as cauldrons), to avoid scorching a surface beneath.


You can often buy these tools and supplies inexpensively at witchy conventions or on the internet, but ordinary, nonwitchy shops can also be good places to look. For example, for an athame, check the $2 stores for a nice letter opener, for pentagrams, check the clearance aisle of your local supermarket after Christmas for “Star of Bethlehem” items; cloth gift bags make great charm bags, or receptacles for your tarot cards, dried herbs are not ideal but may be easier to find and use than fresh, especially if you don’t do a lot of herbal magick. Otherwise, it’s easy to grow herbs in a small pot on your windowsill. For cauldrons, look in garden centres for pots, or kitchenware stores for soup terrines. Besom Brooms can be found in hardware stores. For robes, you could use old fashioned nightgowns in plain white, or purple (the colour of occult knowledge), or your favourite colour. Ideally, they should be made from natural fabrics, such as cotton or wool, and you could embroider them with sygils, your magickal name, the names of deities, or other symbols.

When you absolutely cannot find the right coloured candle or make the right smelling oil or are simply unclear about what is needed, use something plain, because that is pure energy and you can never go wrong with that. White as a colour is always good, which is why new members  in most covens wear white. Use white candles when in doubt. And a non perfumed  massage oil for anointing yourself, your wand or other equipment will always work, although it may not be as potent as the specified item.

3am with you: Dan Howell (Part 2)

read part 1 here :)

Warnings: language, drinking, feels

“Ok, let’s just think this though,” Dan said, running a hand through his hair. 

“What is there to think about? We are in some random person’s flat!” I spoke back in some odd mixture of yelling and whispering. 

Dan squeezed his eyes shut and put his head in his hands. “Okay, let’s start with when we left the party, what can you remember?”


“By the way, I’m (Y/N)" 

With that, we set off down the street. I already had a few drinks in me, so I was getting a bit giddy.

"So (Y/N), tell me about yourself,” he said you as we strolled down the empty streets.

“Well, I know sign language,” I say (well, kind of, I still always forget the difference between thank you and fuck you, but same thing..)

“Really?” he said, somewhat surprised.

“You can say it comes in…handy… sometimes.” I poked at his side and laughed. He threw his head back and laughed as well, maybe a little too much, but seeing his face light up and the little dimple pop on his cheek made we laugh just as loud.

We walked along the road until we neared an old bar, illuminated by a blinking light that said ‘KARAOKE' 

Only about thirty minuets after that, we had finally had enough drinks in us where public humiliation is irrelevant. Dan and I clambered onto the stage. As the bar filled with more drunkards and lonely souls, we sang on, half drunk on vodka and half drunk on the moment. 

We stumbled around the stage, microphones in one hand, glasses in the other. Occasionally, Dan would sling his arm around my shoulder and look into my eyes with his drunk ones, while singing some cheesy old 90’s love song that everyone has heard too many times.

“You know,” Dan said as we stumbled out of the bar,“your not too bad of a singer.”

“Well thank you, your not too bad yourself,” I giggled. 

He went on to tell me stories about when he was growing up, and how he used to sing in plays. We were talking way too loud, as we were now walking in quiet and wealthy neighborhood, but at this point I was too drunk to care.

“Hey look!” I said, pointing down an ally between two town houses. There, behind the house, was a backyard oasis. Fairy lights dimly illuminated a small pool, which I could only assume was heated, as steam rose from its surface into the chilly night air. “Come on!”

We snuck between the two houses and Dan helped me over their fence (cheekily squeezing by bum in the process). Once over, I took both of Dan’s hands and, walking backward, I lead him towards the pool with a small smirk. Then, I slowly lifted my shirt over my head, stepped out of my jeans, and lowered myself into the pool. I beckoned him in as well. He slipped in, in just his boxers, and swam over to me. He, being much taller than I, was still able to stand; I quietly floated.

“You know, this is very much illegal,” he whispered. He was very close to me now, and I was too tired and drunk to swim any longer, so I threw my arms around his neck and by legs around his waist. For  a while there, we studied each others faces. I thought it was cute the way his hair curled at the ends now that it’s wet. His deep brown eyes–memorizing. I felt him leaning in towards me, and I closed my eyes. 

“Hey!” we heard someone yell behind us. An old man in a robe and holding a flashlight came running out of his house. “Shit, run!” Dan yelled. 

We clambered out of the pool, quickly grabbed our things, and hopped the fence. We laughed as we heard behind us, “I’m calling the cops!”

Now, running down the street in the dead of night, half drunk, and half naked may have looked strange to anyone else, but I was having the time of my life. We stopped behind a tree to put out clothes back on.

“I can’t believe we just did that!” Dan said to me. 

“I know! Did you see his face? Priceless!” I laughed back at him.

“Should we get a cab or something?” he questioned as we found our way back onto a main road.

I gave him a small smirk, “No way, it’s only two, the night has just begun.”


“Holy shit, we could have gotten arrested.” Dan pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“It’s still kind of funny. I can’t believe I sang karaoke.” I joked.

“Be quiet, if you haven’t noticed, we are in some else’s house!”

Just then, we hear noise coming from a door on the other side of the room. Dan and I lock eyes, and I give him a small nod. He walks over to the door, and slowly opens it, me peering over his shoulder. Inside, there was a small bathroom and there, on the counter, was a baby.

“Is that a fucking baby?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yup…” Dan said, his voice shaky.

“Dan, why do we have a baby?” I ask him, shocked.

“I have no fucking clue.”

AN: Hello Hello Hello. So obviously I am going to continue because I realized Dan could get into so much shit in one night and it would not fit in two parts. Stay tuned guys, there’s more where this came from!! Please comment or send me a message about what you thought!

Part 3
TVLine | Outlander Season 2 Costumes: Back in Scotland

The plaid that Claire wears during her time with the army is called an arisaid, and if it looks like she just wrapped one of Jamie’s pieces around her body… well, she kinda did. “It is a woman’s kilt,” Dresbach says. “Everybody thinks of them as these little, pleated skirts. And a kilt is such a different thing. It’s a giant, long piece of fabric that’s more like a sari; it’s wrapped and twisted and all these different things are done with it.”

Because Caitriona Balfe is in so many scenes — many of them shot outside in Scotland’s famously damp weather — “we’re always trying to figure out how to keep her warm,” the costume designer adds. “And the smartest way to keep her warm is the way she would’ve kept warm in the 18th century, and that is the arisaid. It was like, ‘She needs something like the guys have. Oh! Why not use something like the guys have?’”

Dresbach on Claire’s tartan: “When we designed all of our tartans, we looked at the plants and berries and roots and things of that geographical location and picked our dye from there. In the 18th century there would’ve been different weavers in different villages, and we figured that their color palate would’ve been very similar. There would’ve been some wiggle room. There weren’t tartans the way we see it in the Victorian time, like 'This is Clan MacKenzie! This is Clan Fraser!’ We did do a nod to that; Clan Fraser has a bit of a red stripe woven in and MacKenzie has blue, also because some of those colors can be more expensive in order to get the depth of color. But yes, she’s just wearing one of our generic Outlandertartans. It was something we designed and wove.”

When Colum reappeared at the Jacobite camp, the show sneakily telegraphed the ailing laird’s pain by using an old costume in a new way. “See that long quilted robe he has on? He wore that in Season 1. It’s lined with rabbit fur. The idea I had for that was I wanted this to be a garment that Colum had made for himself,” Dresbach says. “He’s in so much pain. People in that kind of pain, you often hear them say, 'My skin hurts…’ So I lined it with fur, because the idea is that it would be really soft next to his skin. And the quilting on the outside was to give an indication of warmth, that he might be cold a lot of the time. And yet it’s a very regal bathrobe. [Laughs]” She notes that the head of Clan MacKenzie wore the robe in private in Season 1, “but by Season 2, he has degenerated enough to the point that it is now a public garment. You get the feeling that he is in complete pain all the time. The formalities are really breaking down with him as the disease takes over. It’s a lovely little character moment that I really enjoy.”

For the scenes that called for Black Jack Randall to be out of his captain’s uniform, Dresbach and her team wanted to maintain his rigid style. “A lot of military men, you see them even in modern day, when they’re out of uniform it’s almost as if they’re still in it. There’s a formality to a man who’s used to being dressed in the most formal way possible,” she says. “With Black Jack, we wanted him to carry that same clean, elegant look. It was an interesting thing to do, to figure out what does he look like not in uniform. It’s very odd.”

She adds: “Ron [Moore, showrunner] has always said, ’[Randall] is a military man, and he’s formed by his military experience.’ I wanted to keep that personality. He’s not suddenly going to go into some version of jeans and a tee shirt or whatever that is in the 18th century!”

“For Charlie, we wanted to follow the paintings we’ve seen of him. And the paintings we’ve seen of him were really quite over the top and flamboyant,” Dresbach says of dressing the prince in bright hues that make him standout from the rest of his army. “You’ve seen what generals and kings and nobility wore to war and it’s like, wow. You could not get away with that right now. Your men would turn on you and be like, 'What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ But then, they really looked to their leaders to be as over-the-top and bigger-than-life as possible.”

justhannibalinthekitchen  asked:

hey (it's justkylo-ren lol) I voted for you to keep your current url bc I like it a lot. and can I have a #4 for Obikin ?

Thank you! Uhm, it turns out that this is a learning exercise for me. Did I say ~100 words? This is ~600… And it’s also my first ever Obikin! (And this seemed like a legitimate excuse for clothes swapping at the time…)

Obikin - Clothing Swap - 625 words

“And the purpose of this is…?”

“As I have already explained to you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, starting to sound a little weary of Anakin’s constant questioning, “the ki'iroek rely almost exclusively on scent and sound to see the world around them. Our deception won’t last long, but it will buy us the time we need.”

“Must I really wear your musty old robes?”

“They’re not musty! Now hurry up and undress.”

Anakin dredged up the driest look of contempt he could, thoroughly underwhelmed by his Master’s plan - he didn’t see the point in going to all the effort for just a few minutes’ advantage - but Obi-Wan didn’t see his expression, the old man already focused on letting his heavy cloak slip from his shoulders and reaching to his waist to unfasten his belt.

Anakin had to look away, his cheeks flushing as he started to draw off his own clothes. He, in part, could understand the plan, but why - of all the places they could be sent and of all the missions they had to undertake - did this one have to involve deceiving ki'iroek and swapping clothes with Obi-Wan in a cramped skeleton of an old ship? He supposed he should be grateful his Master hadn’t deemed it necessary for them to wash themselves thoroughly too. He wasn’t sure he could have survived that. Thankfully a precursory swipe of his own skin with a damp, lightly scented cloth was all Obi-Wan had directed.

A bundle of clothes was placed on the ground next to him as Anakin was still undressing, his movements for once slower than his Master’s. He felt eyes on his back, and grit his teeth as he felt himself blushing even harder.

“Look away,” he commanded.

Obi-Wan gave a light laugh. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Anakin flung his clothes, rather childishly, behind him, knowing from the sound and the soft ‘omph’ that he’d hit Obi-Wan in the face. Allowing himself a small smirk, Anakin started redressing as quickly as he could in the strange clothes.

They weren’t dissimilar to his own, but, still warm from Obi-Wan’s body, they felt different. Anakin could understand the reason for changing their clothes to help with the deception: his Master’s robes smelled distinctly like the man now quickly dressing behind him, and Anakin struggled with the peculiarity of wrapping himself in the other man’s scent. It felt oddly… comforting.

Struggling to school his features, Anakin slowly turned when he was done, not sure what to expect. Although they were roughly similar in proportion, he gave a smirk as he saw his Master trying to find just an inch more room around the waist.


Obi-Wan just gave him a piercing glare, ignoring the comment. “You had better return my clothing in pristine condition.”

They both knew he’d do nothing of the sort, and Anakin gave a low laugh. “Of course, Master.”

Obi-Wan shook his head wearily, hands reaching to draw the large hood up. It wasn’t necessary, but was habitual.

“Right, let’s get this over and done with. The sooner we return, the sooner I can be rid of your clothes.”

Following his Master as Obi-Wan took a step in the direction of the settlement, Anakin drew the hood of Obi-Wan’s cloak over his own head, the hem falling to conceal his eyes. It didn’t quite conceal the devious smirk - Anakin rather liked the idea of Obi-Wan wearing his clothes and surrounded by his scent, and also found a strange comfort in being clad in the other man’s garments.

The longer Anakin drew this mission out, the longer Obi-Wan would be forced to wear his clothes, and the more they would smell of the other man when they were finally returned to him.

He was going to make this last as long as possible.