water mixture

Champ (being a homophobic asshole): “Hey, you know, humans are *hetero*geneous mixtures, so there!”

Waverly: “That is quite possibly the lamest thing to come out of your mouth.”

Nicole: “And if we’re playing that game, air and water are homogenous mixtures, so you’re breathing and drinking the Gay everyday.”

Champ: “Well…ok…it’s Adam and Eve not..Steve and Eve okay?”

Waverly: *Raises eyebrows*

Champ: “I mean…shit…”

Wynonna: *Plays her “appear around Wayhaught” card* “OH GET OWNED CHUMP!” *Tackles Champ and sprints away*

Benefits of Apple Cider Vinegar

1. Cures Diarrhoea 
- Try mixing 1-2 tablespoons into water and drink. Apple cider vinegar contains pectin that can help soothe intestinal spasm. 

2. Cures Hiccups
- Take a teaspoon of Apple Cider Vinegar and it’s sour taste will stop hiccups immediately.

3. Soothes sore throat 
- Mix ¼ teaspoons of Apple Cider Vinegar with ¼ cups of warm water and gargle every hour or so. Germs won’t survive in the acidic environment that Apple Cider Vinegar creates. 

4. Lowers Cholesterol
- Take half an ounce of Apple Cider Vinegar on daily basis to lower cholesterol

5. Prevents Indigestion
- Mix one teaspoon of honey and 1 teaspoon of Apple Cider Vinegar into warm water and drink it 30 minutes before you have your food especially during parties and family dinner where you know you will be forced to indulge. 

6.Sinus Pain/ Nasal Congestion 
Mix a teaspoon of apple cider vinegar in a glass of water and drink to help sinus drainage.

7. Weight Lost
- Every morning start your day by drinking solution of two glasses of water mixed with two large spoons of apple cider vinegar. This drink accelerates metabolism and burns fat. The acetic acid suppresses your appetite, increases your metabolism, and reduces water retention. 

8. Helps Clear Dandruff 
- Mix ¼ cup apple cider vinegar with ¼ cup water in a spray bottle, and spritz on your scalp. Wrap your head in a towel and let sit for 15 minutes to an hour, then wash your hair as usual. Do this twice a week for best results.

9. Helps Clears Acne
- Acne are typical for teenagers and people with extremely oily skin. In order to eliminate those little skin imposters, simply mix 1 part apple cider vinegar to every 2-3 parts water and wash your face in the morning, in the afternoon and before going to bed. No more acnes definitely.

10. Helps Cure Permanent Fatigue/ Energy Booster
- This modern and extremely fast life style is often accompanied by permanent fatigue that surely leads to anemia. To avoid this, simply put together 3 tablespoons of apple cider vinegar in 1 small pot of honey. Keep this mixture in a jar in refrigerator and consume every night after dinner.

11. Night time leg cramps
- Leg cramps can often be a sign that you’re low in potassium. Since apple cider vinegar is high in it, one home remedy suggests mixing 2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar and one teaspoon honey to a glass of warm water and drink to relieve nighttime leg cramps.

12. Bad Breath
- Gargle with it, or drink a teaspoon (diluted with water if you prefer) to kill odor-causing bacteria.

13. Whitens Teeth
- Gargle with apple cider vinegar in the morning. The vinegar helps remove stains, whiten teeth, and kill bacteria in your mouth and gums. Brush as usual after you gargle. You can also brush your teeth with baking soda once a week to help remove stains and whiten your teeth; use it just as you would toothpaste. You can also use salt as an alternative toothpaste. If your gums start to feel raw, switch to brushing with salt every other day.

14. High Blood Pressure/ Diabetes 
People suffering from obesity escorted with high blood pressure and perhaps difficult breathing, should consume two tablespoons of apple cider vinegar mixed with one average glass of water. This mixture is consumed 3 times a day and the high blood pressure will be history.

15. Headache
- For people who suffer from splitting headaches as a result of stress and hard work simply mix 10 grams of apple cider vinegar 10 grams of honey and very slight amount of chamomile extract! This super soothing balm will just expel the head ache and will provide you nice and calming sleep.

Ostara Tea

since i cant do much for Ostara this year i figured the least i could do is come up with a nice tea recipe in celebration for it, i came up with this from what herbs i have on hand here at school. 


  • ¼th lavender 
  • 1part rose 
  • 1 part lemon balm
  • 1/2 chamomile 
  • ¼th rosemary 
  • a pinch of cinnamon 
  • a healthy splash or two of milk
  • a good spoonful of honey (preferably local) 

boil water,  then steep herbs mixture for  5-10 minutes once steeped strain/ remove the herbs. then add the honey and milk. Serve in your favorite mug and enjoy.

Also dont forget to leave some outside as an offering. (i usually pour it onto the roots of one of my favorite trees) 


ALWAYS research herbs and other ingredients before use to make sure they wont cause any medical complications 

Spell: Ad Quies

A spell for putting someone’s mind at ease & bringing their soul a quiet repose. This is what I used, but it is a bit elaborate, so feel free to condense and substitute/change things as need be.

What you need:

  • Lavender
  • Bay leaf
  • Dandelion tufts
  • Eucalyptus leaves
  • Frankincense essential oil
  • Cup of water
  • Candle with Othala (or any corresponding sigil)
  • Athame
  • Bowl
  • Pen/pencil
  • Items to cast a circle.
  • A semi-dark room.

NOTE: the athame and the casting of a circle are wiccan in nature, but one does not have to be wiccan to utilize these tools/methods. I myself am not wiccan, but find an athame to be a great way to direct my energy. And I choose to cast a circle for stronger spells because I like the idea of having my energy/magick contained in a certain spot. An athame does not need to be a blade (I use a blade-shaped deer antler) and you can cast a circle with any items that hold meaning or value to you (I use specific natural curio items I’ve collected over the years, like wasps nests, fossilized leaves, an alligator foot, etc.).


Make your room as dark as possible to remove stimulus and distractions. Light your candle and cast your circle (this is where the athame and the casting objects come into play). Seated inside the circle, pour the water into the bowl, then add a few drops of the frankincense essential oil. Sprinkle in the lavender, eucalyptus, and dandelion tufts.

Next, write the name of the individual whom you are trying to help put at ease onto the bay leaf, then dip the leaf into the candle flame and let it burn until it naturally goes out, or blow it out before it reaches your fingers (safety first!). Then drop the bay leaf into the bowl, saying the name of the person and the intent as you do so. Example: “John Doe, ad quies.

(Ad quies is Latin for at rest).

Close your eyes, place your hands over the bowl, and focus on pulling forth your energy. Visualize the person as you hope them to be (happy, at peace). Here you can say an incantation if you find yourself wanting to. I like to add a chant that helps ground me and helps me manifest my magick. And because I work with deities, I used:

Feet like roots,

Mind with the gods,

Bring forth my power,

To meet all odds.

When you feel like you’ve focused enough energy, end the spell by removing the circle you cast. Bury the water mixture outside in a fertile spot to encourage its success.


Simple Witch Tips

Greetings! 🌈 so these are things that I do that help me out, I hope they can help you!

- Take permanent mark and mark your perfumes with signs to enchant each one, I.e. beauty, lust, love, luck, protection, ect.

- Use essential oils/paints/sun or moon water/ water and salt mixture to mark sigils on door frames to bring something or use for protection.

- Enchanting make up I.e. using eye shadow colors for certain charms (green for prosperity, brown for grounding, blue for peace, purple for psychic help), using bronzer to help connect with the sun’s energy, lipsticks for increasing the power of your words.

- As above using nail polish and decals to boost energies from your finger tips. A great way to add sigils to yourself without it being too noticeable.

- Keeping good fortunes from fortune cookies - adding them to spells or using the numbers in chants to make the fortune come true.

- Using air freshener sprays as a way to cleanse your carpet, bed sheets and pillows, furniture, ect. To cleanse or charge the energy attached.

- Color book pages charged with colors of your choice and intent to bring happiness or peace of mind when hung up (I tape mine to my bedroom windows so when I wake up I am charged with happiness)

- Instead of inscribing sigils or symbols I enchant stickers with power. I use bumper stickers to protect my car (along with air fresheners), I put my stickers on binders for school.

These are just some things I do that help me, I hope these tips help all of you as well!

Weight Loss Tips

Written by: Clarisse | IG: clndng | SC: ohsnapitsclarii

We all want to lose a few pounds every now and then, so here are some weight loss tips that you can start!

  • Drink Water
    Every beauty guru’s and I can’t stress enough on how you should do this. Observational studies have shown that people who drink mostly water have up to a 9% (or 200 calories) lower calorie intake. Drinking water before a meal suppresses your appetite and it’s 100% calorie-free. If you find it too bland, try adding lemon or some mint to it

  • Lessen your intake of fast-foods and sweets!
    Honey, I’m not gonna say to completely stop eating them right away because that’s a hard thing to do and you will just break your streak of not eating because of how badly you’re craving for them, so I suggest you lessen your intake and you will just eventually just stop. Fast-foods contains about approximately 836 calories and they’ll make you feel so bloated afterwards. If that alone doesn’t encourage you to lessen your intake then girl, are you really trying? tsk.

  • Have multiple meals
    I believe having multiple small portion meals throughout the day is better than 3 big portions throughout because they will just make you hungrier, hence, eating more. yikes.

  • Eat breakfast
    Breakfast is very important, honey. Eating breakfast activates your thermogenesis (the production of heat in the body) and stimulates your metabolism. Missing breakfast has the tendency to make you overeat during lunch because of how hungry you are.

  • Exercise
    If you’re like me who’s very lazy when it comes to exercise, I suggest you not to force it. I don’t mean, just because you’re lazy you’re not gonna exercise anymore. What I mean is, start small. Don’t start doing those long-tiring exercises because they will just make you lazier and just lose the motivation (that happened to me! yikes) Start with stretching every morning, it will definitely wake you up! While waiting for the shower to heat up, you can do some squats. Slowly add exercises into your routine and everything will fall into place.

  • Walk/Run
    If exercising fails, walk. Nothing beats walking. Walking alone can help you lose about 450 calories. If you wanna spice it up, go for a run. Running will shed your fats and build muscles. 
  • Green Tea
    Green tea has lots of benefits! Green tea contains small amounts of caffeine, but it is also loaded with powerful antioxidants called catechins, which are also believed to work synergistically with the caffeine to enhance fat burning

  • Brush your teeth after dinner
    Many people recommend brushing your teeth and/or flossing right after dinner. Then you won’t be as tempted to have a late-night snack. Give it a try, maybe it works!
  • Honey with Lemon Water

It is believed that drinking the honey and lemon water mixture every morning on an empty stomach boosts metabolism which helps you lose weight. But this miracle drink does a lot more than speed up weight loss. It also helps you get a clear face and so much more! (this is recommended by me on a general basis because it works wonders!!)

  • Don’t “Diet”
    Diets are honestly good for short terms but not for long term. If anything, people who “diet” tend to gain more weight over time, and studies show that dieting is a consistent predictor of future weight gain. Instead of going on a diet, make it your goal to become a healthier, happier and fitter person. Focus on nourishing your body, instead of depriving it.

Nighttime Sleepy Tea Potion

A simple spell potion for when you need to get some shut eye. 


  • moon water 
  • 1 part chamomile buds
  • 1 part catnip
  • optional: bag of passion flower tea
  • honey to taste

Bring the moon water to a boil, then add catnip, chamomile, and passion flower to a tea diffuser pour the moon water over the mixture into a cup. Steep for five minutes, then remove diffuser. Add at least one spoonful of honey to tea, then stir counterclockwise while visualizing the excess energy leaving your body. Sip before bed, breathing slowly and drinking in the moon’s calming energies. 

Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 1)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

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- Knuckles Playlist

Talk about a third date. 

If it were any other boy you’d probably be out at a restaurant or something on a night like this, flirting nervously across the dinner table while you try to decipher if he likes you enough to take your relationship to the next level. You’ve gone through the dating routine once or twice before, and had a pretty good idea of what to expect; if someone had told you a month ago you’d be standing right outside of a boxing ring while your date and another shirtless man beat each other to a pulp, you would’ve thought they were crazy. 

The crowd around you gasps and your own stomach lurches, empathetically feeling the punch that Ashton just took to the cheek. Blood is already dripping down his face, the source of it located just over his left eyebrow. He looks like a mess yet he’s still on his feet somehow, determined to keep retaliating, apparently even if it kills him. 

“Don’t worry,” Calum says next to you after noticing your concerned expression, “I’ve seen him win in worse conditions.“ 

You want to smile, appreciative of his effort to ease your mind, but every couple of seconds Ashton keeps getting hit, hard. It doesn’t matter to you whether he wins or loses, you just hope that your fourth date won’t have to take place beside a hospital bed. 

"Is it almost over?” you ask Calum, too new to this sport to know the ins and outs of the rule book. 

“One more round after th–Oh!

You missed what happened, but look back at the ring to find the opponent, a man named Donovan Diaz, struggling to stand up. Given the cheers from the audience, it sounds like most of the people here have their money on Ashton, and he just brought them one step closer to profiting. 

The round concludes and the fighters return to their separate corners, two teams quickly making their way into the ring to begin fixing up their boys. You wish you were allowed up there, yearning just to talk to Ashton, to treat him gently after witnessing the beating he’s taken for the last half an hour. Sitting on the short stool between rounds is the closest he’s been to you all night, each break like a minute-long tease that only makes you want to be near him more. You haven’t even said hi to him yet, not given the chance to do so before the match started. 

He knows you’re here, though. He spotted you next to his friend Calum after walking away from the first round, and lost focus for a brief second to give you a smile and a flirty wink. Some crowd members noticed, chiming in with playful remarks and whistles, causing your cheeks to burn bashfully. Ashton seemed so confident and well put together then, but that spark isn’t as evident now that he can barely keep his swollen eyes open while his crew tidies up his blood-splattered face. 

"How long has he been doing this?” you turn to Calum again. 

He snorts. “Boxing or fighting?" 

"Is there a difference?" 

"Ashton only started boxing a little over two years ago,” Calum explains, “But he, uh, used to get in a lot of trouble before that." 

"You mean he used to get in street fights.”

Calum pauses too long for it to go unnoticed. “Look, his childhood wasn’t the best, y'know? His old man used to come home from the bar every night and use the kid as a punching bag." 

You glance at Ashton as he spits a mixture of water and blood into a bucket. His face is clean enough now to show the dark bruises rapidly blooming under his eyes. He’s nodding along to something one of his crew members is saying to him, his earlier enthusiasm overcome by exhaustion. It hurts your stomach to picture a younger version of him having to endure the same type of pain. 

"Maybe don’t tell him I mentioned that,” Calum says. “I don’t think that’s what he meant when he asked me to put in a good word." 

You almost laugh, reminded of Ashton’s charm. Of course he asked Calum to talk to you about him. Even when he’s busy in the ring, knocking the hell out of another man for the entertainment of hundreds of people, he still wants you to like him. 

The next round begins sooner than you’re ready for it to, signaled by the chime of a bell. Ashton and Donovan force themselves to their feet, meeting each other and the referee in the center of the ring. The audience is much louder now that the end of the match is in sight, aggressively encouraging their favorite boxers to win for their own selfish reasons. You unintentionally hold your breath as the men begin circling each other; every movement sets you on edge, unsure of how many more times Ashton can get hit without collapsing. You’d like to think he’s as tough as Calum says he is, but that doesn’t defeat the fact that he’s human. 

Ashton stealthily dodges a sudden punch swung at him, and doesn’t hesitate to backlash with a few of his own. If anyone in the stands wasn’t already ejected from their seat with adrenaline, they certainly aren’t sitting now. Ashton seems to have found a groove, delivering a number of rhythmic hits to one targeted area on Donovan, mercilessly backing him into the ropes. You bite your lip anxiously. Calum cheers beside you. For a moment it looks like Ashton might actually win this thing. 

But Donovan refuses to go down that easily, and at the last second pulls a move that switches his and Ashton’s positions, forcing Ashton against the ropes instead. With his momentum Donovan makes up for the blow that missed before, striking Ashton’s exposed stomach directly, and sending him to his knees. He buckles over, extending one gloved hand to hold himself up while the other instinctively covers his newly found weak spot. 

"Come on, Ashton,” you whisper under your breath, your words of encouragement getting lost under the roar of the relentless crowd. 

It takes a second or two for him recover, but Ashton proves to have not run out of strength yet. He begins to sit up slowly, giving the audience the show they came for, but before he can get his second knee off the ground, Donovan returns with one last malicious strike to Ashton’s jaw, and then it’s over. Ashton limply drops to his side, and he doesn’t try to get back up. 

Your eyes widen with fear. The crowd immediately starts to shout at Donovan, booing and cursing amongst derogatory names. It’s one thing to be upset over the results of a fight, but these people sound genuinely offended. 

“Diaz better get disqualified for that,” Calum remarks angrily. 

You look to him, hoping he’ll fill you in on what’s going on, but he’s too caught up in his own rage to be of any informant to you. 

Ashton still hasn’t gotten up yet, and that worries you. This is the first time you’ve ever seen someone get knocked out; you don’t know how long it’s supposed to last. The referee and the man who cleaned Ashton’s cut earlier have surrounded him, trying to get him to respond. What’s probably less than 20 seconds feels like an eternity to you, but to your relief you finally catch a glimpse of Ashton’s hand moving, followed by the rest of his body. The two helpful men grab Ashton’s toned arms to lift him up while a third person joins the ring to contribute to leading Ashton down the steps. Once he’s on his way to the locker rooms, the ref exchanges hushed words with a few other officials on the side, then crosses the ring to talk to Donovan, who looks more angry than ever.

“Can we go see him?” you ask Calum, not completely expecting an answer. 

“Hang on,” he brushes you off, keeping his focus on the referee. Your attempt to wait patiently fails miserably, the nerves in your stomach driving you insane. 

Eventually the announcement is made that Donovan, as Calum predicted, has been disqualified from the fight. You’re not sure what he did wrong and quite frankly you don’t really care, as long as Ashton’s okay. 

“Good,” Calum mutters his distaste, glaring at Donovan. “Alright, let’s go." 

Nobody’s sitting in their chairs anymore so you have to keep your eye on Calum as he guides you through the sea of people, taking a turn down the wide hallway that Ashton disappeared through. The noise behind you begins to lose its volume the farther down the hall you go, and you’re grateful to be able to hear yourself think again. Crowded areas have never been your favorite. Calum takes a left turn and you follow suit, almost running into him when he stops in front of a door guarded by a tall man in all black attire. 

"Go ahead,” he says to Calum, opening the door for him. Calum walks in without a hitch but you aren’t given such an easy privilege. “Who are you?” The guard holds out his arm to block your path. 

Before you can try to reason with him, Calum speaks on your behalf. 

“She’s his girlfriend." 

You swallow, knowing that’s not entirely true. 

But it’s enough. "Go on in,” the guard steps back, granting you access to the private area. 

You thank him politely as you walk into the room, even more nervous now that you’re this much closer to being face-to-face with Ashton. He’d have every right to be in a bad mood after what just happened, so you hope you’re not intruding, that he still wants to see you. 

The people from Ashton’s team come into view and Calum offers a passing greeting, turning right to walk into a second section of the room where the lockers are actually located. 

“He asked to be alone,” one of the individuals warns, and you recognize him from the breaks in between rounds. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Calum waves them off, walking into the area anyway one pace ahead of you. 

Over Calum’s shoulder you see Ashton sitting on a bench, holding what looks to be an ice pack to his colorfully bruised face. His hands have been relieved of the boxing gloves but not the tape that’s still wrapped around his tattered fists. The sweat his body was sporting in the ring doesn’t shine over his skin as much, the air conditioning of the locker room cooling it down, but loose curls of hair that managed to escape his bun still stick damply to his forehead. He’s a proper mess, but a handsome one at that. 

“You look like crap,” is the first thing Calum addresses. 

Ashton opens his eyes, apparently unaware that the two of you walked in, and smirks. “You should see the other guy." 

"Mess him up pretty good?" 

"Him and his five friends." 

"Right, mate, now you’re full of it." 

They both chuckle, and you’re relieved to find that Ashton still has his sense of humor. He takes a deep breath, directing his attention to you. 

"Hey, gorgeous." 

You smile sympathetically. "How’re you feeling?" 

"I’ve been worse." 

"Not by much,” Calum interjects. “Quit letting people beat the shit out of you, would ya?" 

"Good advice. I’ll try that next time.”

“Happy to help.” Calum lets his hand fall on Ashton’s shoulder, who grunts in pain. “Anyway, glad to see you’re still alive,” he takes a step back, glancing at you, “I’ll give you two a minute." 

Calum strolls into the other part of the locker room, leaving you alone with Ashton. Over your last few dates you’ve grown used to having him all to yourself, and this is how you prefer it. 

He turns to you again, his expression one that suggests he knows he’s in trouble. 

"Ashton,” you sigh, closing the distance between the two of you by sitting next to him on the bench. 

“You shouldn’t see me like this,” he says. 

“A little late for that, isn’t it?” You reach for the ice pack pressed to his cheek. “Let me." 

He allows you hold it there for him as your other arm snakes over his shoulders. He scoots closer, cuddling into your chest, accepting your affection like a sleepy child. He’s hurting more than he’s letting on, and you’re the only person he doesn’t feel obligated to put on a brave face for. 

Your fingers tamper with the band holding his hair back, pulling it out and catching the short strands between your fingers. He lets out a content breath, relaxing into your touch. 

"You scared me,” you confess.

“Did I?”

“You weren’t getting up." 

He smiles inappropriately, taking away from the seriousness of your concern. "You don’t have to worry about me, angel." 

You beg to differ, but opt to delay that talk, unwilling to admit how much you’ve grown to care for Ashton over the short amount of time you’ve been seeing each other. The information Calum spilt earlier about Ashton’s childhood only added to the fire, and you can’t help but wring your heart over the thought of the unconditional nurturing little Ashton was denied as you run your nails soothingly along his scalp. 

"You’re much better at this than Calum is,” he murmurs. 

“At what?" 


You laugh, still impressed by his lighthearted attitude. "He told me you asked him to put in a good word." 

Ashton smiles, shifting to curl one arm behind your back to wrap around your waist, and lazily grazes your stomach with his other hand. "How’d he do?" 

"I’m here, aren’t I?" 

He gives your side a light squeeze. "You are,” he says appreciatively, then comes to a realization. “You are. Don’t take this the wrong way, but how’d you get in here?" 

"Oh–Calum, uh, told the guy outside that I’m your girlfriend, and he bought it." 

"My girlfriend,” Ashton echoes to himself. “I like the sound of that." 

You’re about to vocalize your agreement when you’re cut off by a sudden commotion coming from the entrance. It sounds like someone forced their way inside, despite the many demands yelling for them to stop. 

"Where is he?” an accented voice disrupts the otherwise calmed atmosphere. “Irwin!” is shouted before the man the voice is coming from storms around the corner, turning out to be none other than a fuming Donovan Diaz. 

He comes to a halt when he sees the two of you cozied up on the bench, mockery already taking form in his eyes. “Aw, isn’t this a sweet picture.”

You’re not surprised that Ashton retracts his arms from you and sits up, internalizing the pain in the face of someone less forgiving. Recomposed and impenetrable, he addresses you softly. “Will you get me a water bottle?” His eyes flash to a cooler on the far side of the room, making the message clear. He’s not asking for the sake of a favor, just to send you away from this confrontation in case Donovan unpredictably tries anything. 

Begrudgingly, you get up and leave Ashton’s side, trusting that he knows what he’s doing.

“Yeah, grab one for me, too,” Donovan taunts, clearly enjoying himself. 

“What do you want?” Ashton cuts to the chase. 

Donovan rolls his jaw, taking a threatening step closer. “I’m just making sure you know you didn’t win that fight.”

“Nah, I didn’t win. You were just disqualified,” Ashton retorts. “Thanks for that illegal hit, by the way." 

"What can I say? You piss me off. I couldn’t help myself." 

You open the lid of the cooler, shuffling the melting ice as you remove a plastic bottle from it. 

"Hope it was worth it.” Ashton leans against the back of the bench, tilting his chin up to rest his head, a smug smirk plastered across his face. 

“What the fuck is so funny, huh?” Donovan steps closer again, and you flinch despite not being in his path. Would he really start another fight right here? 

You’re not willing to find out, knowing that even in his current condition Ashton would have too much pride to back down. With a full water bottle in hand, you begin to make your way back over to the bench, standing behind its corner cautiously. 

“Get out,” you dryly demand, protective instincts kicking in. 

Donovan raises his eyebrows, almost acting impressed. He glances you up and down, chuckling patronizingly. “That’s cute, princess. You think you’re bad?" 

"I wouldn’t mess with her, Don,” Ashton warns from his seat. On the outside he looks unbothered, but there’s a new, intimidating edge to his voice, one that you hope you never find yourself on the receiving end of. “She’ll win." 

Donovan must notice it as well, staring you both down one last time before rolling his jaw again and leisurely retreating, acting like it’s his choice to walk away.

Your shoulders slump after he’s gone, unaware of the tension you were holding until this point. Now that you can think clearly again you’re not sure where everyone in the other room went–surely they would have interfered if they had been around to see Donovan walk in. 

"Well we’re even,” Ashton declares, “You sure just scared the hell out of me." 

You refill the seat beside him, and he repositions himself to face you fully, placing his hand on your hip to slide you closer. In the process you cup his face, careful not to irritate his injuries, and connect your lips to his. 

It’s a short kiss that Ashton wasn’t expecting, but craves more of as soon as you pull away. 

"That was nice,” he says sweetly, feathering his fingers down your cheek and pouting your bottom lip with his thumb. “If the feeling in my face would just return I’m sure it’d be even better." 

You laugh, defeatedly lowering your head to his shoulder and hiding your face in his neck. 

"There’ll be plenty more for you to feel later.”

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight  | Part Nine



Have you ever wondered just how detergents are able to get grease and oil off a surface? This simple example demonstrates one method. In the top image, a drop of oil sits attached to a solid surface; both are immersed in water. An eyedropper injects a surfactant chemical near the oil drop. This lowers the surface tension of the surrounding water and allows the mixture to better wet the solid. That eats away at the oil drop’s contact with the surface. It takes awhile – the middle animation is drastically sped up – but the oil droplet maintains less and less contact with the surface as the surfactant works. Eventually, in the bottom image, most of the oil drop detaches from the surface and floats away.   (Image credits: C. Kalelkar and A. Sahni, source)

Aight, so this is MY complete skin care routine. Y’ALL 👏🏾 DO 👏🏾 NOT 👏🏾HAVE 👏🏾TO 👏🏾USE👏🏾 THIS! So do NOT come for me and the stuff I USE FOR ME. ON god. Don’t do it. You will be BLOCKT.

For those of you who sweetly inquired - this is for you babes as well as the homie @diamond-heiress . My mom is an esthetician and she has given me the A-Okay to do what I do and my skin is as close to perfect as I can possibly get it.

Originally posted by candyfornia

Alrighty, so here it goes: 

I wash my face, neck, and chest using Boscia Black detoxifying cleanser, once with my hands, then a second time with a Konjac sponge (this is MUCH less abrasive then most facial scrubbers but incredibly effective). 

Rinse with warmer water (not hot but not luke warm either) I make sure my pores are fully open. 

I get my Salux towel and lather it up with my oatmeal soap and scrub THE shit out of my body, thoroughly cleaning everywhere. This is how I achieve RADIANT even skin with no ingrown hairs.  The Salux towel is excellent for those with keratosis of the arms - much like me.

***controversial product alert***

I may or may not use Apricot scrub. But note that I said that I may use it. I am not recommending it nor endorsing it. So stay in ya lane.

I then get my pumice stone and scrub my feet - I detest cracked feet. Those are amongst the first things to go when getting up in age, so please take care of your feet. You don’t have to go get them done every two weeks like I do (that’s really my own vanity kicking in) but take care of them while you have em.

I use a bath oil all over my skin before I get out of the shower 

I do not towel dry off (I am a fan of air drying lmao) - mom says dragging a harsh towel over your skin promotes wrinkles prematurely. Plus, the extra moisture is pretty helpful in conjunction with this Shea butter mixture I make, detailed below.

Next, I get a cotton pad and put my rosewater Thayer’s witch hazel on it and do a pass over my face and neck just to make sure everything is thoroughly clean and to restore the balance to my face. 

Next I do either a sheet mask (3 days out of the week) OR a “heavy duty” mask such as: peel off cucumber mask (1-2 a week),  Aztec clay mask (1-2 a week), collagen mask (2 a week), peel off charcoal mask (varies because that shit hurts mayne, it’s hard enough out here for a pimp y’eard

Sheet masks are gentle enough to do every day but I reserve 3 days a week those and 1-2 of the remaining days of said week I will go for any of the other more “heavy duty” options. I DO NOT do the heavy duty masks every day, I limit it to maximum 2 days a week because I don’t want to run the risk of my skin thinning.

***CoNtROveRsIAl ProDUct ALeRt***

I use coconut oil.

Anyway, after applying the mask, while my body is still damp (I may derma roll, I may not) I smooth a Shea butter mixture over it. This mixture is comprised of: Raw African Shea butter, pure rose hip oil (my holy grail), Vitamin e oil, *********coconut oil*********, and Bio Oil. 

Then I go and let both my body dry and let the mask do its thing. 

Once sufficiently dry I remove the mask. (I do not let the Aztec clay mask get desert dry, I let it sit until I feel it tighten up and then I re-dampen it, wet a towel with hot water, then scrub it off because I need to get whatever it brought to the surface, off.)

If this routine is done in the morning, I put Hyaluronic acid serum on my face (it does NOT make my face peel - that’s not what it’s for) prior to my makeup, if done the routine in the evening, I use vitamin C oil.

If I have a breakout, which is next to never, I will apply a retinol from my mom’s spa - This DOES make my face peel, or in my case, dry out the breakout and remove the first layer of skin so that the breakout does not cause a dark spot. 

I then apply 4 drops of Rose hip oil to my face and neck. Rose hip oil mixed with water is my face primer. Rose hip oil has got the sauce.

In short, I’m an oily bitch by the end of it. But oily people stay preserved ya dig?

I use Medex on my lips. 99 cents at ya local Walgreens - EOS could never. 

Me makeup-less: 

Tragic ass eyebrows doin me mad dirty. 

Other things I do to maintain my devilish good looks:

Whiten my teeth with Walgreen teeth whitening strip trays. $15 magic. 

Wax/pluck my brows

Get my bi-weekly mani-pedi

workout daily

Eat clean

I’m a psychopath - I know.

Originally posted by artsy-blog-aesthetic


My weak ass annoyingly simple makeup routine: 

I spray my face with rose hip oil and water mixture (shake that shit up first)

Fill in brows with black eyeshadow (you heard me right - and you could NEVER clock me on it)

Do simple brownish eyeshadow with brow bone highlight using LA Pro girl eyeshadow quad in Harmonize


Spot conceal with LA Pro girl concealer in toast

If I’m being extra, contour in Dark cocoa but since I don’t get out much, I set my face with LA Girl pressed powder in Toffee and keep it moving. 

Contour with random chocolate colored powder.

Bronze in dark deep by Mac or Glow by Milani.  

I don’t highlight, shit doesn’t look right on me. 

Put on Medex lip balm, line lips in coffee bean by Jordana, and gloss that shit with dollar store clear gloss like it’s 2002.

Me in my bum ass Makeup:

And before y’all come for my filter game - here is one sans filter:

Ya fav could NEVERRRRR and you will deal

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

And I REITERATE - THIS IS MY ROUTINE. I am not recommending NOR SUGGESTING that you use it. IF you do - that’s ya own deal homie. ION WANNA HEAR NO COMPLAINING.

Buggy Brownies and Thigh Highs (Smut)


A/N : First ever smut!! This took me a good few sessions to write and also Harry’s legs make me weak.

Word Count : 3500+

Summary : Y/N spends the morning doing what she loves most, making brownies and riding Harry’s thigh. 

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Leaning against the kitchen counter, a cup of tea laced between my fingers, I watch Harry with a fond smile as he grips a bag of self-rising flour in one hand, and a regular bag of flour in the other. Even though half his body is turned, I can see the small frown of his lips as the corners of his mouth sink deeper and the confused expression across his face tightens.

“Y/N,” He begins, turning his body to face me and I can’t help but bite my lips to stop a chuckle from escaping them as I stare at what he’s wearing. A pink satin pyjama tank top is wrapped across his chest, his nipples evidently straining to break free from the suffocating material. The unmistakeable sound of clothes ripping silences Harry who is halfway through asking which flour he is supposed to use, and he sends me a bashful grimace as he prepares himself to be scolded at knowing he’s ruined my favourite pyjama top. To be honest, if it wasn’t for how cute Harry looked at the moment I would’ve whined but Harry is too adorable to chew out so I just shake my head instead.

“Sorry babe…” Harry starts, “I’ll buy yeh another one but a size or two up so a can wear it too.”

I raise an amused eyebrow questioningly.

“What?” Harry asks defensively, “The silk is comfortable and soft around my torso and yeh wear my shirts all the time!”

At that he gestures accusingly to my body and I glance down to see my attire. A long silk shirt hangs from the frames of my shoulders, vibrant colours and swirls lace a pattern across the predominantly black background and I tug at the rolled up sleeves so the material falls and pools around my wrists.

“I wear your shirts because I look hotter in them.” I tease, reaching down to pop open another button. Harry swallows roughly, eagerly agreeing as his eyes don’t tear from my fingers which softly toy with the button. Unlucky for Harry, my plans for this lazy Sunday morning consist of baking, only baking… for now.

“But you just look like a drag queen in mine.” Harry’s eyes snap up, any sexual aura in the room now evaporated, and he greets my teasing grin with an equally challenging glint in his eyes.

“At least a look fabulous in this top, darlin’,” Harry says, loosening his wrists and consequently spilling a little flour. “Yeh couldn’t pull this tank off even if the colour did suit yeh.”

Harry jumps and raises his arms in a victory hoot at the ‘sick burn’ and the straps of the top completely tear apart. I break into fit of giggles at his guilty expression and soon enough Harry too gives a small chuckle before apologising profusely.

“Sorry sugar.” He says before pulling the tank top off completely; leaving him standing in the kitchen with only a pair of tight boxer briefs adorning his legs.

“S'okay love.” I sigh, but Harry shoots me a very cheeky grin and shakes his head.

“No, Y/N. A was apologising to the sugar.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks and a wave of embarrassment washes over me as I realise Harry knocked over a bag of sugar when he lifted his arms victoriously. Using a hand to cover my face, I groan, frustrated that I fell for such an obvious trap and Harry giggles as he scoops the sugar back into its bag. With his back turned to me, I dare glance through the gaps in between my fingers and I rake my eyes over Harry’s bare back as it ripples and tenses. I can’t help but stare, he’s gorgeous. Though his body is not particularly muscly, it is toned and touring abroad has done wonders for his skin; leaving him deliciously tanned, almost like a caramel apple.

I sit back abruptly as Harry finishes cleaning up, determined not to give him the satisfaction that I was staring but the quirk of his lips reveal he knows I was ogling him and he winks irritatingly.

“Seriously babe?” He asks, “If yeh done harassing me with yeh eyes, a’d like to know which flour I’m su'posed to use to make these goddamn brownies.”

Fighting back an eyeroll, I stand up from my stool and join him beside the bowl with ingredients.

“I don’t know…” I reply, eyes fliting between the packet of normal flour and the packet of self-rising flour. “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to use self-rising flower for baking.”

“Even for brownies?”

I shrug and Harry must reckon that’s a good enough answer as he drops the bag of normal flour before eyeing the self-rising flour and pouring about half the bag in. As he cracks a couple of eggs and adds some butter, I realise we probably should’ve invested in a set of scales because brownie mixture is not supposed to look so powdery. Also, aren’t you supposed to use coco powder? Harry and I used hot chocolate powder as a substitute but that in itself poses an issue because the tub said it’s use by date expired four months ago.

Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

After we add some water to bring the mixture together, Harry takes the role of cleaning up the kitchen while I spoon the mixture into a baking tray (of course, making sure to leave a tiny bit of brownie mixture for myself and Harry to lick while we wait for the brownies to bake). Just as I draw away from the oven after placing our soon-to-be brownies in the oven, Harry’s strong arms wrap around my middle and he pulls me close into his chest. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and snuggles close, dipping the tip of his freezing nose right into the warm pool of my skin and I elicit a small yelp.

“You’re freezing, Haz!” I squeal, touching the spot he just nuzzled. “You need to put something on.”

Harry cocks his head to the side. “Put somethin’ on?” He toys, taking a step closer to which I take a step back until he traps me between his arms against the kitchen island.

“A’d like to wear this sunshine,” He tells me, amusement clear in his voice as he fiddles with the hem of the shirt between his thumb and forefinger. “Can a have my shirt back baby?”

His lips are dangerously close and with such a short distance between us, I struggle to think straight. Reciprocating his sultry change of mood, I slide one of my hands into his dry hair and place the other dangerously close to a carton of nearby eggs. Harry swallows harshly and his eyes flutter closed as I pull him closer and latch my teeth onto the lobe of his ear. I nibble gently and soothe the skin over with the flat of my tongue before tugging on his hair roughly to expose his neck.

“Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry…” I daunt, placing wet kisses down his neck softly. Suddenly, Harry juts his hips into mine and I bite my lips to stop a shaky breath. An overwhelming desire to properly kiss him floods my body, and I almost give into my primal instincts but when Harry tugs on the hem of my shirt I’m reminded of my mission.

“You’ll have to kill me for this shirt.” I whisper before quickly grabbing an egg from the carton, circling my arm up and around, and smacking the shell right down on top of his skull.

Not waiting for his response, I shove him back and run to the other side of the island. Harry, completely shocked, whips around sending egg yolk flying everywhere and I slap a hand to cover my mouth as I begin snorting at the sight of my furious, shirtless but most importantly egg-soaked boyfriend.

“"Oh Y/N… Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” Harry taunts, mocking me similar to how I did before. He places a hand on the bag of self-rising flour and runs his other through his dripping hair. “Yeh should not have done that.”

In seconds, whatever remaining flour we had left is thrown right at me and I’m left coughing and spitting out flour as Harry creases in the corner while I mentally scold myself for being such an idiot and leaving my mouth agape.

“You suck.” I grunt, after spitting out the remains of clumpy flour and Harry’s grin grows wider if that’s even possible.

“And yeh swallow, my dear.” He winks before lunging for me. Harry’s long fingers find my sides instantly and he tickles me ruthlessly, taking every opportunity he has to blow raspberries into the crook of my neck. I squeal and slap his forearm but Harry only laughs, places a soft kiss on my shoulder, and slides his fingers up my body as he slowly peels his shirt off my body, leaving me completely bare besides the pair of cotton knickers hugging my bum. Harry shoots me a triumphant toothy smile as he pulls the shirt over his head and pushes his arms through the powdery sleeves; I, in contrast, pout and Harry ceases the chance to lightly trace my bottom lip with his forefinger. I don’t even think about when I automatically drop my lower lip further and gently suck on the tip of Harry’s finger.

The mood of the room flips dramatically.

Suddenly, I’m all too aware of Harry’s other hand caressing my hip and how his hooded eyes don’t even glance away from my lips that pucker around his finger. His eyes flutter closed as he gently pumps it into my wet mouth and I hum softly while reaching my hands up and running them through his sodden locks. The cold metal of his rings send waves of shock through my body, causing me to shiver as my body begins to shake at the temperature change.

“Are y- are yeh cold, love?” Harry stutters, pulling his glistening finger from my mouth - a string of saliva following. My eyes snap open and I nod quickly, letting a small whiny ‘yes’ slip past my lips.

“Maybe we should do somethin’ to warm yeh up then love? A don’t want yeh getting a cold…” Harry winks and he pushes himself up onto the kitchen island so that his bum and thighs rest on the surface but the rest of his legs dangle down. With a playful glint in his eyes, Harry pats his bare thigh invitingly and offers me an outstretched arm as he pulls me up on top of him.

Taking his hand, I climb up. My breasts swing as I move and my lack of clothing gives Harry easy access as he dips his head forward to suck and bite and leave marks all over them. He takes his time to treasure my body, nibbling lightly on my left nipple and rubbing the other; Harry uses his large, masculine hands to cusp and knead the rest of my breast and I automatically arch my back to give him more area.

Eventually he pulls away and Harry looks up at me through his darkened gaze. In a split second, I grab the sides of his face tightly in my hands and slam my lips onto his. A low, deep growl erupts from Harry’s throat and he drops his fingers to my thighs. Gripping them firmly, Harry groans into the lustful kiss and pulls me closer, determined to eliminate any space between us. My hands fly to his biceps for leverage as he hauls me up his thighs, my fingertips gripping his arms so tightly that little crescent moons are left in my wake.

“Ride my thigh, baby.” Harry pants, his damp breath fanning over my lips hotly. The lust in his eyes send waves of shivers through my body and the hairs on my arms stand up as goose bumps texturise my skin. “Ride me.”

His hands part my thighs and I happily oblige, following his movements and removing my panties as he plants his hands on my hips to steady me. From this height, I have to duck my head so that it doesn’t smack against the ceiling and the position is not all that comfortable but in seconds Harry has me back down into the comfort of his arms.

“Ride me baby, ride your daddy.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

Lowering myself onto Harry’s thigh, I grind lazily against the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. My lips part in a silent moan and Harry snakes one hand to the crook of my neck and captures my lips once again, while the other clutches the fleshy fat of my bum causing me to jitter forward and rut my hips right across his thigh.

“Harry…” I moan loudly, finding a rhythm and hazily grinding down on his structured thigh. The feeling is incredible, the friction rubbing against my nub providing a perfect sensation that flows in the blood around my body and makes my toes curl. Coupled with Harry’s wet tongue and perfect fingers, I really can’t imagine how I managed to live without this stupidly idiotic but all the same amazing boy for so long.

“Harry!” I cry out as Harry stretches his lanky leg across the kitchen and rests his foot against the corner of an opposite counter. The new position allows Harry to bounce his leg and a sob escapes my lips as his muscular thigh greets me halfway and heightens the pleasure.

“Don’t stop, fuck Daddy! Don’t stop!”

“Fuck…” Harry grunts, swiping a hand across his face trying to fathom how he got so lucky. There’s too much for him to handle as his eyes jump from my jiggling breasts to my euphoric expression to my bare pussy jerking across his thigh. Worse yet, Harry’s internal struggle only grows worse as I finally tug him free of his boxers and wrap my petite hand around the base of his throbbing and rather sore looking cock.

“Daddy, you’re so worked up.” I tease, instantly dropping his cock and moving my hands to fondle his balls. Harry groans loudly, throwing his head back as he fights the urge to thrust into my hand.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N.” He warns dangerously but I giggle and rub the skin of his balls between my fingers anyway, deliberately ignoring his leaking cock. This time around, Harry physically can’t stop his hips from levitating and I bite back a triumphant grin because there’s no better feeling than having your boyfriend like putty in your hands.

“I’m not teasing Daddy, just having a little fun is all.” Sending him a confident wink, I pinch his sac and Harry almost sobs, the pressure almost too much, too perfect to handle. Quite frankly, Harry isn’t finding the situation as humorous as I do and so he grabs my hips dominantly and presses me down harshly on his thigh so that I’m practically scraping against his skin. A high pitched moan escapes my chest and a few tears find their way down my cheeks, the pleasure absolutely indescribable.

“Yeh speak to much, love. I think yeh need something to keep yeh quiet.” Harry says in a raspy, rushed breath. I watch as he whips his head around, egg yolk clumping his curls together so that they fall in front of his eyes. A thin layer of sweat has formed around our bodies like cling film so I swipe my forehead with the back of my hand, but leave Harry untouched; the perspirant only highlighting his naturally toned body and adding another element of rawness to the whole ordeal. Suddenly, Harry turns back around, the bowl of raw brownie mixture in his grasp.

Harry gradually submerges his middle and forefinger into the mixture, then raises his hand and beckons me forward. I obey without hesitation and open my mouth enthusiastically as Harry slips his two fingers in. Unfortunately, neither of us thought to taste test the mixture first and so within seconds of pushing his fingers into my mouth, I gag and spit them out trying with all my might not to dry wretch on him or myself.

“Shit Y/N, did a push yeh too far?” Harry rushes, an atmosphere of concern complimenting his words. God bless the poor lad; worry floods Harry’s face as he fears he may have been too forceful and noticing his guilt, I immediately rush to correct him, hoping he hasn’t already fallen into a turmoil of distress.

“No, no of course not.” I exclaim. “It’s just those brownies are going to taste like utter shit.”

I can’t help myself from letting a few chuckles loose and when Harry catches on, he too begins giggling (though there’s still a hint of nervousness in his voice, concerned still laced in his knitted eyebrows).

“Yeh okay then? A haven’t poisoned yeh have a?”

Shaking my head no, I tilt my head to the side and stare at Harry for a moment. Reaching up, I use my thumb to iron out the creases in his forehead and I place a kiss upon his lips.

“No Daddy, I’m perfect.”

At that, the mood certainly returns to its musky and lustful atmosphere and I grab Harry’s cock tightly - but not so tightly that it hurts him; just the right amount of pressure to keep him crazy.  I begin moving my wrist, flexing my fingers around his cock and base trying to draw another whimper from him and I’m eventually rewarded when he cries my name.

“Shit, Y/N! Keep doing tha’!” He begs, his leg bouncing like crazy. This only spurs me on more, and I jerk him off lazily, both of us moaning and kissing each other in unison. Harry’s eyes are screwed tightly shut and he rocks his hips into my hand urgently, chasing his release with breathy grunts and moans. My chest tightens with pride as Harry’s fingers dig deeper into my skin and he begins shaking his head because he just can’t comprehend how good it feels. Sweat drips from his forehead and I use my hand to push back his falling curls to free his face. The expression he sports is one of pure bliss and I almost wish I could freeze time, just so that I could stare at him like this for however long I want. I realise though, Harry orgamsing is a better sight to see.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me - are yeh close?” Harry struggles, the hope in his voice clear as day. Relief shines in his eyes as I nod excessively and he clenches his fingers around my hips even more.

“So close!”

Without warning, Harry’s fingers have suddenly slipped under me and he rubs my clit furiously, rolling the nub between his fingers. It’s more than enough to send me over the edge and I squeeze Harry’s cock as I slump heavily over his body, coming loudly. My final moan triggers Harry’s own orgasm and he thrusts into my hand one more time before long spurts of come are landing on my arm and belly, sticky and slightly warm.

After coming down from our highs, we take a moment to lie there together, limbs sloppily intertwined and damp skin sticking.

“I love yeh so fuckin’ much.” Harry whispers, carefully drawing his hand out from underneath me and using those exact fingers to free my eyes from stray strands of hair. He places a soft kiss on my lips, ever so gently caressing my jaw juxtaposing the animalistic and crazed lustful self he was only a minute ago.

“I love yo-” A shrill ring abruptly cuts me off as the oven timer sounds, alerting us the brownies are done. Harry jumps immediately, and lightly places me down on the island before hopping over to the oven and opening it. The metallic device produces a tin of sickly grey looking brownies and my face twists at the sight of disgusting lumps of butter swimming in the tin.

Although both our standards where low, the brownies end up succeeding our already awful expectations and land themselves the title of the worst brownies we have ever tasted. Harry sighs and I can tell he’s a little disappointed.

“Am sorry these are shit, Y/N.” He huffs, chucking the entire batch into the bin with a grimace displayed on his face.

“Harry, love, don’t be upset.” I coo, delicately cupping his chin with one hand and with a confident wink, I run my fingers through his drying come on my stomach and stick the digit into my mouth. “I much prefer tasting you anyway.”

Needless to say, those buggy brownies were soon all forgotten about.

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PS. Let me know if you enjoyed and send in any requests!

Slime Tutorials!!

This is a recipe for butter slime that doesn’t use cost, cornstarch or borax! It uses contact lens solution instead of the borax- water mixture, but you can substitute that in as well! Her channel has a BUNCH of slime recipes!

These are a few compilations by @maqaroon on how to make different slimes! This channel is run by the same girl who runs CutLifeHacks

This is the bubblegum slime recipe I used to make my Fluff Slime!

Crunchy- bubbly Slime 😍 (//trypo )

Soft Serve Slime (originally from Instagram)

SUPER jiggly slime!! (Warning: this girls voice is…. not my fave)

A really great channel for lots of slime tutorial is “Will It Slime?” He gives measurements and does all kinds of slime and even alternate recipes for the same type of slime!!

Sore throat remedy

Warning: self-made remedies, potions, etc. NEVER replace a professional consultation and should in no way be used to replace proper medication. I am no doctor of any sort, and should not be considered as such. Please take care of yourselves.

This drink can be used even if you do not believe in magic and/or witchcraft, because I chose my ingredients according to their medical properties rather than their associations, even if they still work that way.

It can be used if you have a sore throat or just if you like the taste. However, I would strongly advise you not to drink it if you have any kind of mouth infection (bad teeth included) because it will hurt. 

You need, in order:

- Lemon juice (1-2 teaspoons) // I associate it with Apollo, Greek god of the Sun, poetry, divination and diseases, father of Aesculapius (the god who protects doctors). Lemon is known for its antiseptic properties and it has a good taste. 

- Honey (1 big teaspoon) // I associate it with Eir, Norse goddess of medicine. Also with Sif, Norse goddess of bakers and hard work (among other things). Honey too is a strong antiseptic, and soothes both your throat and the taste of the mixture.

- Boiling water (as much as you need to fill your mug) // To dilute everything. Warm water helps your throat to relax. Can be replaced by warm milk if you prefer.


- Rosewater // I associate it with Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love and passion. I chose this association because she is one of the goddesses I work the most with. It also give the remedy a very good taste.

- Orange tree flower water // No association in particular, I just really like the taste and it has always helped me relax.

- Ginger root powder // in small quantity because the taste is strong. It is also a natural antiseptic (but I don’t like the taste so it’s up to you to put it in or not).

The witchy part:

For secular witches: call each of the ingredients while rising your mug and call their healing properties too. Stir counterclockwise to banish the sickness and germs, then stir clockwise to bring healing and calm to you.

For Pagan witches: do exactly the same, but also call the gods and goddesses you associate the ingredients with and while stirring clockwise call for their benediction and advice in your remedy-making activities.

Et voilà ~

“Alpha” Glamour

This glamour is meant to give you a powerful appearance, like the Alpha of a pack. With this glamour people will think twice before fucking with you.

Originally posted by byaxell10

What You’ll Need

  • Blueberries
  • Clove
  • Carnation
  • Devil’s Bit or Devil’s-Bit Scabious
  • Elm bark
  • Foxglove
  • Licorice
  • Salt Water
  • Limpet Shells
  • A Red Candle
  • Mortar and Pestle
  • 2 medium sized bowls
  • Confidence

What To Do

  • Surround yourself with the Carnations and Foxgloves in a circle.
  • Pour the salt water into the bowls and place the shells in them too.
  • Take the blueberries, carnation, and devil’s bit and muddle them together until they are finely mixed.
  • Burn the elm bark, clove, and licorice to ashes and put them in the mortar with the rest of the stuff.
  • Muddle the ashes into the mix.
  • Pour/scrap out the muddled mush into one of the salt water bowls.
  • While stirring the mixture with your finger counter clockwise say/think with full confidence in yourself “I am the wolf, I am the Alpha, they are the Omegas, they are not above me, they do not even think of attacking me because I am not someone to attack.”
  • Dip your fingers in the mixture to make them metaphorical claws.
  • Then dip your fingers into the clean salt water and limpet bowl to seal these claws.
  • To keep your glamour up you must not let your confidence wane.
wet (m)

request: shower sex. pwp. 

word count: 2,702

A jolt of hands, followed by a loud shriek and you suddenly find yourself wrapped within a strong pair of arms. Pressed firmly to his bare chest you hear the familiar chime of his laughter and you’re certain then that Jeon Jungkook would be the death of you. Lathered in scented suds you attempt to twist around within his grip only to slip upon the tiled floor, amusing him further.

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Perfectly Easy (and Tasty) Microwave Mochi Recipe

For those of you who are interested, this is how I make mochi. I used to do it the traditional steamer way but that took forever, and this is just as tasty but pretty quick to whip up! Also, there’s no possibility of you accidentally spilling boiling hot mochi all down your arms as you try to transfer the glop between cheesecloths (yes that’s happened to me and it was NOT. FUN.). If you don’t know what mochi is, it’s a Japanese sweet rice treat that is absolutely addictive: chewy and soft and YUM. I’m part Japanese and lived in Hawaii for a lot of my life so it’s a staple comfort food for me! I used to make it only for New Year’s and special occasions, but now that I microwave it I can make it whenever I want. Which is good, because look at how gorgeous it is:

Microwave Mochi Recipe (makes about 20 pieces)


  • 1 ½ cups mochiko (glutinous rice flour. Sold at most grocery stores in the Asian food section, look for a white box)
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • 1 ½ cups water
  • 2-4 drops vanilla (this is optional, or you could use coconut extract/other flavorings instead, but I like vanilla)
  • Approximately 4 drops of food coloring. Traditionally you color mochi pink or green, so 4 drops of either green or red, but of course the color is really just up to you.


  • First you need a microwavable bowl. I use a tupperware container, it’s shallow but wide, like a pan. Any microwavable container that’s big enough would do though, I imagine.
  • Mix mochiko and sugar together in the bowl/dish until well blended (I use a fork). Add water to mixture and stir until no lumps are left, the mixture should be liquidy and smooth. It has a consistency similar to that of warm syrup. I like using a fork because it’s easy to break up the lumps and make sure the water’s well-integrated. Now add vanilla and food coloring, and stir until color is even throughout mixture. 
  • Put microwavable dish into the microwave and loosely cover with plastic. If you are using a tupperware container that comes with a lid, like I do, then just rest the lid askew on top of the dish so that it can vent but is still mostly covered.
  • Ok, now here’s the trick on how to make sure it turns out nice. Microwave the mochi on high for seven minutes total, but not all in one go. Here’s how I do it: Microwave 2 minutes, then take out of microwave and stir with that handy dandy fork. The edges will be more cooked than the middle, so mix it all together and try to get it as even as possible, then place back in microwave. Microwave 2 more minutes, then repeat; mixture will be stickier now. Microwave 2 more minutes and stir again, then microwave 1 more minute, take out and stir, and you’re done! The mixture will be really glossy and brightly colored now, and very very hot. It will also be basically glop, so stirring is more just folding the mix a little to make sure it’s even. So to sum up: Microwave 2 minutes and stir, repeat twice more so you have a total of 6 minutes, and then microwave for 1 minute and stir one last time. I microwaved for eight minutes once and the mochi wasn’t nearly as good, it got hard, so STICK WITH THIS TIMING.

  • The mochi will be VERY hot. Let it sit for … I’ve never timed it, but I’m guessing it’s about five minutes. Basically you need it still warm, but not hot. You want it to still be pliable so you can shape it, but don’t want to burn your fingers! While the mochi is cooling, you can make the powder you need to coat it in. This is also very simple:


  • ½ cup potato starch (again, should be in Asian food aisle. Some people use cornstarch. DON’T USE CORNSTARCH.)
  • ¼ cup granulated white sugar
  • Pinch of salt (not very much at all, you don’t want your mochi to taste salty, eew. I think the original recipe I’ve adapted this one from called for ¼ t but that was too much for me, so I just use a tiny pinch now. Your call.)

In small bowl, combine potato starch, sugar, and salt.

… There, you’re done making that! Easy, right? XD

Now it’s time to shape the mochi.

[Technically, you could just leave it in the pan to cool completely (depending on your dish’s shape) and then cut it up into pieces with a plastic knife. If you’re planning on doing that, then mix the mochiko up in a separate bowl and oil your microwavable dish with vegetable oil before pouring mochi mixture in to cook. I’ve never done it this way though so I’m not sure how well it would work, considering you’d be stirring a lot. If you want to try though, it’s probably doable.]

The most important thing to remember is that warm mochi is incredibly sticky, but it doesn’t stick very much to plastic. This means that whatever utensils you’re using/surfaces you’re putting the mochi on should be plastic! To shape my mochi I actually use two plastic spoons I got from Yogurtland, haha, but to each their own.

Anyway, once the mochi is cool enough, take a plastic spoon and scoop up some mochi! Approximately a Tablespoon per piece is what I do, but the size is really up to you and your spoon. I use two spoons so I can scoop with one and then use the other to separate the scoop from the rest of the mochi, and to make sure the scoop is shaped nicely–you know, like when you shape cookie dough with two spoons? Like that.

So scoop up a dollop of mochi, and then drop it into the starch/sugar/salt mixture. Roll it around in the starch until it’s coated. Then pick it up with your fingers and just roll it in the palms of your hand until it’s a nice smooth ball shape. This is fun because it’s so squishy, like a stress ball. And finally, place on a plate to cool! You don’t have to worry about it being sticky any more because the powder coats it to keep it from being sticky. Aaaaaaaand you’re done! Just repeat with the rest of the mochi until the mochi is all nice and powder-coated, and that’s all. All that’s left is to eat all the mochi, which is, alas, way too easy to do. So yummy.

More fun things to do with Mochi:

  • Make mochi ice cream! No more going to the store for your mochi ice cream fix, just make your own! Microwave only six minutes (2 + 2+ 2) and then shape as usual but flatten instead of leaving a ball shape. Scoop a bite size dollop of ice cream, place in center of flattened mochi, and fold mochi closed around ice cream. Make sure it’s well coated with the powder, and return to the freezer to eat later :D
  • Wrap the mochi around other things too: Lychees, strawberries, sweet red bean paste …
  • If you add cocoa powder to your mochi mix before microwaving it, you make chocolate mochi!
  • You can also use green tea in lieu of plain water to make green tea mochi! I’ve never tried substituting other liquids but I know coconut milk works, and I am planning on making a batch of chai tea mochi soon :D

This recipe turned out pretty long because I ramble but honestly this stuff is SUPER easy to make. So have fun with it, happy eating, and happy new year! :)

Essential oils for hair growth:

Here are some oils to add to your hair to make it grow longer and more healthy, and how they each work!

Tea Tree Oil

Tea tree oil is known for its many talents. It’s powers date back thousands of years when it was used to cure viruses such as the common cold. Now it is a common ingredient used in over the counter acne medications.

Tea tree is a natural antiseptic which helps get rid of bacteria or fungi.

When applied to hair this is very beneficial to those who suffer from scalp irritations like dandruff, or lice. It acts as an exfoliant by removing debris from the scalp, allowing hair follicles to clear. Clear follicles mean room for natural oils to coat the hair and an easier environment for new hair to push through. 

Bur Oil

Bur oil is a precious gem many of us ignore. Bur, or burdock, is obtained from the burdock root. The oil is rich in fatty acids and phytosterols.

The fatty acids found in burdock are very rare and help hair grow. It helps by providing nutrients that  help the oil glands and hair follicles function.

Peppermint Oil

Peppermint oil is also essential for hair growth. This oil serves as an astringent which helps balance the scalp’s PH level.  Pure peppermint oil can be strong, so dilute it with water before applying.

This oil works by penetrating the scalp and regenerating the hair follicle.  Once this type of environment is created on the scalp, circulation will increase, and your hair will grow.

It can also help prevent hair loss, fight dandruff, and reduce excess oil! Excess oil can clog the follicle making it hard for new hair to resurface.

Lavender Oil

Lavender is an essential oil often added to products for fragrance. Originating from the Mediterranean, Lavender was used as a healing and relaxation aid for disorders such as stress and insomnia.

As we know, stress is proven to cause hair loss issues such as alopecia.

For hair, lavender aids in improving circulation and fighting infection. It can also be used to treat scalp conditions such as psoriasis!

Maintaining a healthy scalp is essential for healthy hair growth, which is why lavender can be a hero product.

Jojoba Oil

Jojoba helps to moisturize the hair, by acting as our scalps natural oils.

Jojoba can be used to hydrate any part of the body, it even makes a good makeup remover.

The jojoba shrub itself is known for it’s ability to withstand harsh environments. If this plant can live worry free in the desert, imagine how well jojoba’s moisture can bind to your hair.Making sure your hair is hydrated at all times will ensure your strands don’t get dry and brittle.

How to use:
Add 20 drops of each of these to a spray bottle and dilute the oil mixture with water. Spray your hair with the mixture, specifically on your scalp, and leave it on for a few minutes. 
Alternatively, add a few drops of one or more of the oils to your shampoo and conditioner and lather heavily and leave in for as long as you can.

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