I’m gonna start posting Witch tips for people who don’t have a whole lot of money if anyone has suggestions, let me know.
So tip #1: making your own incense
I don’t always have enough money to buy incense, the only shop in town that sells it is a smoke shop that you can’t enter unless 19+ and they sell it for ten bucks for like 3 sticks. Plus, the incense is loaded with perfumes and chemicals which just aren’t my thing. So I’ve started making my own. It’s sooooo easy and most online tutorials are super expensive and complex.
*Crushing your herbs is optional
In a bowl, mix together the following ingredients
•dry (crushed) herbs of your choice (you can Google what kind of herbs to burn) I chose lavender, chamomile, and rosemary.
•honey (keep mixing in more honey until herbs create a thick paste)
After mixing, form into balls or cones and create a flat base.
Leave balls/cones to dry out for a few days.
Then once dry, place in incense burner and burn.
(Bonus, these last longer than the sticks and once it’s fully burned you can make incense with the ashes)
the kids show sportacus water bottle flipping and when sportacus first tries, he lands it and the kids go WILD. they soon discover that sportacus will always land it 100% of the time. he is confused but keeps doing it to amuse the kids
Apparently all I needed to get out of my funk was a change in fanart! I love how Percy can just sit at the bottom of the ocean, completely dry and comfortable-like, in a bubble if he wanted LOL. I absolutely love this series! (this is also the first time I’ve actually tried drawing a shark… they’re a pain 0___0)
the sea was angry. the water thrashed and rolled and boiled and the sailors hung onto the rails of their ship, hanging on for dear life as they hoped that their captain would get them through this.
it happened so fast. faster than anyone could have possibly imagined. one second jared was hanging onto the ropes, his hair hanging wet in his face and then in the next blink he was gone. taken by the sea as their prisoner. as their offering.
jensen found him washed up on shore, wet and cold and bleeding and barely alive and he hovered over the man’s body, brushing his hair out of his face and pressed a light kiss to his lips, healing the wounds that scattered his body.
jensen was told the dangers of the land, of the men that walked on it. he was raised and breed to fear the ones with legs but there was something about this one that drew him in. jensen watched, waited for air to fill the man’s lungs again.
and before jared truly woke, jensen disappeared back beneath the waves, silver white scales catching the last rays of the sun.