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Empath/ Witchy Self- Care

This is going to be a list to help with self-care for empaths but it can be used for witches in general, I’ll be listing many tips. Some may work for you, others may not- feel free to alter them to fit you. The biggest strategy for empaths would be to have layers of wards and intentions around them and on them as a means of protecting themselves from energies that are not wanted and amplifying energies that are wanted/ needed.

Safe guarding your environment.

You can use sigils placed above doors, by your bed, and other places to promote health, good sleep, to keep away spirits, to ward against specific energies, etc. Whatever you need.

Smoke cleanse or cleanse with bells. Use a bell with a ring that inspires happiness or positivism in you. Make sure to get corners and dark spaces- they collect pockets of energy like more open spaces don’t.

Keep your spaces clean and organized- this gives less of a chance of ‘energy cobwebs’ and begets an overall peaceful energy.

Set your bed clothes and blankets with specific intentions or wards. Ideas for this include: anti nightmares, deep sleep, overall comfort, or encompassing love.

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OKAY BUT SMOKE SCRYING

So for those of you who smoke might know what I’m talking about, they make pipes you can smoke out of and blow bubbles through at the end, or even regular bubble blowing kazoo looking things, (hopefully y'all know what I’m talking about) but I saw this video of people blowing the smoke filled bubbles and having them sit on the table and so I thought hey! Scrying!
You could blow the smoke filled bubbles and use whatever safe herbs/or tobacco/or marijuana if you use whichever for the smoke, blow the bubble, let it sit as you focus on the smoke and scry your little heart out

reblog this

if you post your own personal ganj/smoking pictures!

Put whatever tag you use for them *in the tags* (much easier to access via mobile than just placing it in the text)

I wanna reblog you guys and your photos, not just the same old pictures over and over on my dash!

We all were so confident that Jay’s words inspired JHO, but according to Louis the song was already in the can. And there are several versions of the track which may be darker/not as poppy or uplifting. It’s just crazy that even with good intentions, we still got it wrong. Our feelings got the best of us. It was just a “spooky” coincidence those lyrics inspired Louis after the fact. Like. We don’t know the nitty gritty and we probably never will. If that ain’t meta for this fandom, nothing is.

Also, if you were to tell me this time last year that I’d be cheering on the lad crew, rooting Louis on as a newly-single dad who is out and about, partying, socializing and living his life AND being thoroughly impressed/charmed/emotional/batshit over his solo endeavors? I would have asked you to share whatever the hell you were smoking.

Ten-Year Bazooka

Tsuna: “Lambo!” I-Pin shouted, “Give that back!” The children ran around Tsuna’s room, Lambo holding I-Pin’s takoyaki out of her reach. You and Tsuna watched the scene, exasperated looks on your faces. This is how it went every time you watched the kids. Suddenly, Lambo tripped, and the familiar, brightly colored Bazooka came flying from his hair. Tsuna jumped in surprise, and tried to move you out of the way, but it was too late, and you were swallowed by the weapon. When the pink smoke cleared, you sat still where you landed, rubbing at your eyes, as they itched from the smoke. A few moments went by, and whatever you sat on began to shake. You threw your hands out to steady yourself. They landed on a smooth, hard, muscled chest. Opening your eyes in shock, you saw the familiar brown eyes and russet hair of the boy you loved, but the person beneath you was in no way a boy anymore. He’d grown up well. His handsome face was lit up with a grin, the barest hint of a flush on his cheeks as he looked up at you, panting slightly. “I didn’t know you’d been so forward ten years ago, Y/N,” he chuckled, and his body shook beneath you again. Your eyes glanced down at him in confusion, and he grinned as he watched you notice that he was completely bare beneath you. With horror, you realized the situation you’d interrupted with your sudden appearance. You could feel your face go absolutely red. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” You rolled off him, to the side, and his grin widened as he followed your movement and pulled you against him. “You don’t have to apologize for this,” he laughed again, and you cut him a sharp look. He smiled innocently and shrugged, “I’m wondering what my past self’s reaction is going to be to future you popping up. Future you, who, by the way, is equally as bare as I am.” “T-Tsuna!” He laughed again.

Gokudera: “Oi! Get back here, stupid Cow!” Gokudera snapped, as he chased Lambo around a park. You sat watching with a smile on your face, holding I-pin on your lap, eating a popsicle. You and Gokudera had been asked to watch the kids while Tsuna studied for a big exam, and you’d agreed happily, though Gokudera had been reluctant. Things had gone alright until Lambo had insulted Gokudera, causing the chase. “Hayato!” You scolded as your boyfriend pulled out his dynamite, throwing it at Lambo. It exploded at the toddler’s feet, sending him flying in the air, the familiar Bazooka falling from his mess of curls. Gokudera caught him, shaking him roughly, not noticing the Bazooka’s descent. It came down over him, making him drop Lambo, and there was a disgruntled shout as it fired. Lambo came scrambling into your arms, sniffling, as pink smoke filled the area around your boyfriend. As it cleared, you blinked in surprise. The man standing in front of you was a few inches taller than the Gokudera of your time. His hair was a little longer, and his facial features had sharpened just slightly. The scowl on his face remained the same, as did the two chains that hung from the belt loops of his black dress pants. A blush lit up your face as he turned his green eyes towards you. Just like that, it was like a loyal puppy had replaced the fierce mafioso that your boyfriend had become. “[Y/N]!” he came towards you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He took a deep breath and pressed his lips into your hair. “You’re so small! Wait until the future you hears about this! You’re gonna laugh so hard when I tell you what you’re wearing right now!” He looked down at your capri pants and short sleeved shirt you were wearing, his grin widening. “What the hell is wrong with what I’m wearing?!” you demanded, giving him an angry look. “Nothing, nothing!” Gokudera saw your annoyance and backtracked quickly. “It’s just, in my time, you fight with your flames, but they surround your legs, so you don’t normally wear modest pants like these.” “We’re still together in the future?” You asked, a small smile gracing your lips. Gokudera looked down at you, his eyes soft, and full of love. “We’re more than just together. We’re married in the future, [Y/N]. We live in bliss, but there is one major issue that keeps coming up.” “And what’s that?” the look on his face worried you. Gokudera opened his mouth to answer, but there was a puff of pink smoke again, and your present boyfriend appeared before you. Gokudera was on his knees, gripping his hair, a look of complete agony on his face. “Hayato! What’s wrong?!” “We live with the damn Cow!” You sighed in relief and grinned.

Yamamoto: Light brown eyes stared at you, shocked, pained and hopeful. He looked so much older than the boy you’d left behind in the past, eyes haunted and face scarred, but without a doubt, he was your Takeshi. He ignored Tsuna, Gokudera and Lal Mirch, as he approached you with apprehension. “Is it really you?” he murmured, taking your face in his hands, stroking his thumbs over your cheeks. Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt him shaking, just slightly. Realization dawned on you that, ten years in your future, you were dead. You’d woken up in a coffin when you’d arrived, just like Tsuna had, but you were strongly in denial. But the look on Takeshi’s face was too much evidence for you to ignore fact. You reached up, placed your hands over his, and looked into his eyes sadly. “I don’t know what’s happened in this time,” you admitted softly, “and I don’t know why we’re here. But, whatever happened…I’m sorry, Takeshi.” “[Y/N]!” he spoke your name in a sharp inhale, and pulled you forward, pressing his lips against yours, pouring every emotion he had into it. When your breath was gone, he pulled away, gathering you into a tight hug, scared to let go.

Ryohei: “This is so extreme!” “God, you haven’t changed at all.” You grumbled, nursing a headache as your boyfriend, who was apparently your husband in the future, pumped his fists in the air, surrounded by an aura of flames. “You look so extremely cute, [Y/N]!” He hoisted you up and began carrying you around the Vongola’s underground base. Apparently your future self had been there with Giannini, looking after things. “Ryohei! Stop it!” “I’m never letting you out of my sight again! To the extreme!” “You’re the one that went to frickin’ Italy!” Ryohei paused, then grinned at you from over his shoulder, “You’re extremely right! We should go there more often, [Y/N]! You’d love it, to the extreme!” As he jumped around, you began to feel sick, your lunch threatening to come up. “That’s nice and all, but could you extremely PUT ME DOWN!?”

Lambo: You stared, wide eyed, as a little boy in a cow suit ran around the room you shared with your boyfriend, shouting about candy and sweets. You were aware the little boy was the same person you had fallen in love with, but you’d be damned if he continued to shout. “Oi, Lambo!” you growled, making the child stare up at you with wide green eyes. Whatever harsh words you were going to say vanished as your heart melted. “Come with me, we’ll see if we can find you some cake.” “Cake!” Lambo cheered following after you as you made your way to the kitchen. You sat him on a seat of phone books, and handed him a slice of cake, sat down, and watched him eat, making sure he didn’t choke as he shoveled the cake into his mouth. When he finished, he slammed the fork on the table, got up, and latched himself into your arms. “Thank you, [Y/N]-chan! I love coming to the future to visit with you! You’re my favorite person! You can be my minion! Will you help me kill Reborn and become the best Hitman ever?!” Your lips twitched, and your face split into a grin, “Sure, Lambo! I’ll help you out.” “Yay!” There was a poof, and the weight on your lap increased, and you looked up into your boyfriend’s eyes, which were shocked. “My, my,” he muttered, “why am I in your lap?” You stood up, dumping him on the floor, “Baby Lambo is going to try to be the best Hitman ever,” you explained, before going back towards your room, “I’m gonna take a nap.”

Hibari: Red flames clashed with purple as you and Hibari sparred in the underground Vongola base. The Tsunayoshi Sawada of ten years ago was watching, eyes wide, jaw dropped in awe. He had no idea how you found out about the Mafia; the Hibari of his time was adamant that you be kept out of the loop, and out of danger. This Hibari, however, seemed to tell you everything, and was confident you could hold your own in a fight. Just as Hibari was swinging a tonfa at you, you were engulfed in a cloud of pink smoke. The metal stopped a hair’s breadth from your neck. Your eyes were wide, your flames were gone, and your age had dropped ten years. Hibari’s tonfas were gone and away in an instant, and he placed his hands in his suit pants pockets. “Wh-Hibari-sama?” you murmured, [e/c] eyes moving over his sharp features frantically, confused. It was a complete 180 from the person you’d been just a few seconds beforehand. “Where am I? What’s going on? Why do you look different?” “[Y/N].” Hibari placed a hand on your head, fingers threading through your [h/c] locks, “don’t worry about this. You’re in a…” his face turned sour as the lie left his lips, “sumo training facility.” “No more lies,” you said, looking at him with narrowed eyes. Hibari stiffened. Ten years ago, those were the words you’d said before forcing him to tell you everything about the Mafia. “Tell me the truth, Kyoya, or whatever it is we have is through.” Hibari sighed and started explaining everything, however reluctantly, as Tsuna watched, with a small smirk. Apparently, keeping you in the dark was simply not meant to be.

Mukuro: Your cheeks were alight with a fierce blush, as you stared at the man across from you on a king sized bed. Just seconds ago, you’d been with Mukuro, ranting about your day as he listened quietly. Then Lambo had come running in, tripped over thin air, and came tumbling towards you, Ten-Year Bazooka encompassing both of you. When the pink haze had cleared, Lambo was no longer with you, having been transported to wherever his ten-years-older self had been, and you were in the arms an older Mukuro, who was smirking at you, his heterochromatic eyes twinkling in amusement. You had propelled yourself from his arms in his shock, which got you in your current position. “I’m sorry,” Mukuro’s voice held no true apologies, “you must be shocked to be in my arms, [Y/N]. After all, I am your lover ten-years in your future. Let me help settle you down.” The Kanji in his right eye changed from 6 to 1. Suddenly, arms wrapped around you, and a familiar scent filled your nose. A scent unique to your Mukuro. His quiet ‘Kufufu’ echoed around the room, and you glanced back to see an illusion of the Mukuro you’d just left. Turning your head forward again, you gave a quiet gasp, as the future Mukuro was close to your face, his breath fanning over your face. “Better?” he murmured. Lips pressed beneath your ear, and a nose bumped yours gently as two pairs of hands started to roam. You reached up and gripped the future Mukuro’s white shirt tightly, giving yourself something real to hold onto, letting your eyes slip closed. The future Mukuro moved forward, and his lips danced across your jaw, towards your lips. There was a quiet poof and everything stopped. A soft clearing of a throat made you open your eyes back up. You were back in your own time, Lambo sitting on the floor, snoozing, and Mukuro sat, perched on the edge of the bed, with his collar ruffled, love bites on his neck, and a very slight blush dusting across his nose. “I see we were in much the same predicament,” he muttered. You blushed as well, and you both looked away from each other.

Chrome: You placed a cup of tea in front of Chrome, who was staring at you as though you were a gift from the heavens. You decided to put up with it, seeing as how she’d only just appeared from ten years in the future. You weren’t even sure how Lambo had managed to hit her with the Bazooka. When you’d come into your dining room, there she had been, the pink smoke clearing around her. “[Y/N],” she said, her long hair falling into her face. You sighed and pushed it away. She gripped your hand tightly, frowning. She looked incredibly beat up, as though she had just been in a fight in her time. “Oh, Chrome,” you murmured, “What has Mukuro gotten you into this time?” You had respect for Mukuro, because he kept Chrome alive, but you very much disliked the fact that he constantly got her into trouble. You weren’t sure what had happened in the future, but you were positive that Mukuro had something to do with it. “It’s not anything we can’t handle, [Y/N].” Chrome promised. Then she looked up at you with those awed eyes again. Finally you gave in, “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Chrome blinked and looked down, blushing slightly. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” she admitted, “Boss has been sending us on a lot of missions lately. It’s nice to see you, even if it is you from the past.” “Well,” you grinned and sat down next to her, still holding her hand, “we’ve got about three minutes left until you go back to your time. Let’s make the most of it.” Chrome smiled at you softly, and the two of you talked until she went back, your thumb gently stroking her knuckles the whole time.

Honestly…. fuck Rika like lmao the more I play sevens route the more I don’t like her or yoosung (or anyone for that matter)
Like yoosung doubts that she did anything wrong and I’m like duck this two timing bitch like bye bitch this is the Rfa now @ravensfundraisingassociation (the r is for Raven obviously)

Also the more I play sevens route the more I hate everyone
Yoosung you didn’t like V from the beginning so don’t sit here and tell me you know exactly how I feel you,don’t like you are still sucking Rika ’S dick shut up

Zen i’m sorry but this movie doesn’t have a script nor a screenplay so I’m gonna need you to go sit down go smoke your cigarettes go do whatever you do I don’t care you’re stupid too like omg relax stop relating this to movies this is real life

Jumin
Oh my sweet Jumin

From the bottom of my already broken nonexistent hearts
Fuck youuuuuu

I’m sorry that we all didn’t grow up with millions of dollars, like you don’t even know what fried chicken is you don’t understand the struggle; family is not the answer to everything especially when you have a background like seven you don’t even know your mom so you don’t know what it feels like to be hit over the head or starved by one🙄🙄🙄🖕🏿 y'all are all too caught up on missed little dead blonde girl who needs to be thrown into a volcano because she is literally the cause of all the worlds problems
Like Rika who you mean DJ dirty Rico🤔🤔🤔🤔 she is literally the leader of said cold I do not care somebody go toss her off the bridge
saeran bby some get you some of this pussy– I have already forgiven you in my heart of hearts you did nothing wrong I love you let me help you please

V I’m pissed at you too, but for different reasons- why do you keep protecting her ass??? Like fuck her she’s been nothing but abusive to you 🤔🤔🤔 like wtf sell her ass out and fight yoosung bc he’s acting like he was fucking her
This isn’t the incest coffee commercial sit down
Jaehee is like the only one who understands abuse and what seven is going through like jaehee thank you so much you are my life
Tldr; fuck everyone and everything (except V and jaehee) seven deserves real family

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They’re always asking what’s next. The next tour, the next album, the next whatever. Like I’ve ever thought about what’s next. You want my advice, buddy? Drink, smoke, fuck – do whatever you want. You’ll either end up dead in a ditch somewhere or selling out seats in Carnegie Hall. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fucking thrilled I live the kind of life where doing coke in Madonna’s bathroom is, like, an average Wednesday. But it was either blind luck or divine intervention that got me here, and I’m pretty sure God doesn’t look out for people like me.

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Smoky Living Room- Johnny Storm

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

You choked on the smoke that filled the level of the Baxter Building. Coughing you pulled your cardigan so it covered your mouth as you pushed through the smoky halls.

You hadn’t seen any flames outside, and you couldn’t hear any panic, so you were probably the only one who had noticed whatever was going on. As you got into thicker smoke you could hear someone swearing so you sped up your pace getting closer to your living room.

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Smoke in the Rain: Cleansing

Originally posted by lilliputianmoonshiner

It had been raining for quite a bit, over here (which was much needed, so this is no complaint), and life always loves to throw us curve-balls. During one of those rain showers I found myself thinking up and performing this little cleansing, and it helped me with my anxiety way better than just smoking a damn cigarette - so I decided to write it out, in hopes someone else might benefit from it too.


What you need:

  • yourself
  • a rain storm
  • a cigarette or vape pen
  • it could even be a joint or blunt (you do you, beau!)

All you gotta do is…

  1. Go outside during a rain storm with whatever you’re smoking. You don’t have to stand directly under the rain, if you don’t want to. I didn’t. It’s hard to smoke a damp cig, after all, but it is possible.
  2. Light what you’re smoking (if applicable) and take a looooong drag. While you’re doing so, imagine that all of the negative energies you’ve been feeling are pooling at the center of you - or just, you know, in your lungs. Take your anxiety, frustration, anger, uncertainty, self-doubt, anything that you’re feeling and form a big and nasty ball with it.
  3. Exhale the smoke, exhaling that negative energy and releasing it into the Universe and into the rain. Completely expel your lungs - or at least as well as you can, without hurting yourself.
  4. Take a few deep breaths, now, as much as your lungs can hold with each breath. Absorb the scent of the rain. Listen to the sound of it landing around you. Imagine the energy of the rain filling you up with new and clean energy, replacing the negative that you just expelled with a sense of refreshment, new beginnings, youthful positivity, and confidence. Imagine it washing over you and through you.
  5. Repeat the process until you’ve finished smoking.

Abundance be upon you.🕷

meghans started smoking but it bothers me bc shes not a smoker at all like it rly doesnt suit her in the slightest and she has asthma too? and obv im not gonna tell her what to do. but anyways i kind of hate smoking and i’ll smoke half a cig maybe at a party but i care abt my health a lot too n hate second hand smoke it just smells gross imo… anyways :-// not to be judgy but i really hate how people here think its cool to smoke like all the artsy students im just like :–/ y'all arent any cooler if you do or dont smoke. whatever this sounds bitter but yeah