which is really early for me

anonymous asked:

Egyptians don't use Hieroglyphs anymore so how is it orientalist? Shouldn't the gods also be insensitive by that standard?

yes 

it’s complicated and i had written a longer answer saying why i have mixed feelings about the gods of theros since that’s a similar situation but i accidentally refreshed so the short version is, there’s a fine line between a direct translation of something real, and something inspired by something real. ie. some of the gods of theros remind me too much of actual olympians, whereas some of the others don’t, which is one reason why i think that theros was both successful and un-successful. too early to tell with amonkhet of course but what it really comes down to is: is this going to be magical egypt, or is it going to be a new fantasy world inspired by ancient egypt.

i never said they were super racist and problematic for it. i mean i have been asking for an egypt plane since, forever, and i don’t know how best to convey to you guys that you don’t really need to feel ATTACKED by someone saying that they think fake hieroglyphics are kind of cheesy and lame. maybe if it was like, more of a unique looking fake language that would be cool but i think we’re supposed to just read this as literally egyptian writing. again, it comes down to whether or not it’s a new fantasy world or just ancient egypt with magic. 

i know that some people will see words like “orientalist” your snap reaction is to be like YOU’RE READING WAY TOO FAR INTO THIS but that’s literally just a thing that gets talked about, both in fandom and academia, pretty much all fantasy has an aspect of orientalism and it doesn’t have to be a bad thing, it can be cool if done tastefully (ie: kaladesh had a really cool aesthetic), it can be problematic (ie: god so many things. so many), or, imo, it can just be kind of cheesy, such as in this case. 

also, i’m sure you already know this but saying that something isn’t done “anymore” doesn’t really make it not orientalist because orientalism goes hand in hand with romantic nostalgia. that is definitely a thing.

it’s too early to judge the entire plane of amonkhet, which, so far, i REALLY LIKE, so i was only talking about the titles on the invocation cards, and i think that might have been unclear.

The first time I met my boyfriend’s grandparents, I was terrified. First, I really wanted them to like me, and second, he told me they were pretty religious. They’re Roman Catholic, but I’m Jewish, and I didn’t get the impression from the rest of his family that that would upset them, but I wasn’t sure they’d be chill with us dating, and I’m always afraid of those unconscious, anti-semitic micro-aggressions. 

Sure enough, within an hour of meeting me they asked if I was religious, in a way that was obviously asking if I had a religion, and which one it was. I calmly told them I was Jewish, and my boyfriend’s grandmother lit up. Her mother was a Syrian who moved to Brooklyn in the early 1900′s and she grew up in a Syrian and Jewish community in Brooklyn and boy wasn’t it nice to have someone around who could help her with her Jewish pastry. It was really pleasant. His grandfather was mostly quiet. 

After lunch, he and I shared a cup of coffee and some cookies and I told him about my brothers. He asked if my mom was ok with me dating a gentile. And then he looked around, saw we were alone for a sec, and asked me to follow him out to the garage. In the garage he asked me to take an old picnic basket down from off a cabinet. And then he told me to open it. The moment the lid came off I knew. I knew that shade of red. He told me to take it out and lay it across the floor. It was a Nazi flag. Not just a Nazi flag, but one that was big enough to fly outside a government office, like a massive one. I laid it out, ice in my veins, trying to figure out what was about to happen next. And then he told me to take my shoes off and stand on it. 

He told me his vision wasn’t good enough to get into the army, so he snuck on a ship and figured that they’d have to deal with him when he was in Europe, and that’s what happened. He told me he went because they all knew it was bad, and he wanted to help. He told me he took the flag off of some dead Nazis. He told me to go home and tell my mother that I was safe with these goyim she’d never met, that I was loved and welcome and that they’d fight for me. He told me “Never Again”.

He passed away a few years ago, and only after his death, cleaning out his closets did we find his old patches and look up his division. This quiet man who said very little but always shared a cup of coffee with me after lunch was in an anti-tank division, and he and his division liberated camps in Poland. He saw the horrors, first hand. 

Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day. Today is a day to reaffirm our promise of “Never Again”. Today is a day to remember that the only way for things to get better is to fight. Today is a good day to punch a Nazi. Do it for me. Do it for Grandpa Rocco. Do it for the world. 

In honor of Harry’s big day, I wanted to share this cute Harry story with everyone. It’s kind of long, and I’m sorry if I bore you with the detail, but the detail is what makes it interesting, IMO - so I hope you read the whole thing. 

Back in 2014 , my boyfriend, Jesse, was working as a special events media coordinator for a very large and popular venue in London. This was a cool thing because he often would get to meet the talent. He’s met a bunch of different people along the way which of course included, One Direction. 

I had just met Jesse in the early part of 2014 so we weren’t dating yet when 1D was in town. I wasn’t a 1D fan either, so when he told me about it I didn’t really care. It was only after I saw Harry on SNL later that year (I think it was December) that I actually was fuming with envy that Jesse got to meet him.  

Before the 1D show, Jesse first spotted Harry from a distance. He was walking down the hallway and peeked in to one of the dressing rooms only to see a long-limbed “skinny kid” lying on the sofa, with a woman standing over him with her hand on his forehead, as if she were gauging his temperature. Jesse didn’t know who the woman was or who the kid was (he couldn’t see because his face was turned toward the back of the couch). Anyway, the woman spotted Jesse walking by and waived at him to hold up a minute because she wanted to talk to him. She walked out of the room and shut the door behind her so she could talk to Jess in the hallway. She introduced herself (yes, you probably already guessed it was Lou Teasedale) and explained that H wasn’t feeling well and wondered if there were any blankets around, but she asked that he keep the news to himself - rather than getting someone else to find the stuff and bring it to them. Jesse, of course, was happy to provide whatever was needed (because he’s like that) and he scurried off to get it (even though this really wasn’t his job, he was happy to help and he liked the “spy stuff” about keeping it quiet).. 

When he brought the juice and blanket back to the room, Harry’s eyes flew open and he smiled, Lou introduced Harry to Jesse, except when she said his name, Harry got it wrong and thought she said Jeffrey. Harry said,  “Hi Jeffrey, thanks”.  Jesse, of course, didn’t have the heart to correct him, so he just smiled and nodded and waived and told him he hoped he’d feel better before the show. Harry gave him a thumbs up and said “thanks, you too” (LOL) and Lou smiled and hugged Jesse and thanked him, then Jesse left the room.

He assumed this was the first and only interaction he’d have with Harry, but lo and behold, it wasn’t. 

About two hours later, a completely revived Harry was bouncing around in one of the media rooms where 1D was meeting some photographers and some fans for a meet and greet type of thing. He was clearly feeling much better and had a huge cup of coffee in his hand while he was smiling and laughing and talking. 

Anyway, being that he’s Harry, he spotted “Jeffrey” across the room and walked over to him, shook his hand and thanked him again. Jesse asked him how he was doing, and Harry said he was fine he’d been struggling with hay fever but he was feeling better after  his inhaler and an hour under a humidifier mask (not sure what that is, but…ok). 

Someone  else called to Jesse from across the room, and it was only then that Harry realized he had his name wrong, that he wasn’t “Jeffrey”, he was Jesse. So Harry was embarrassed and shook his hand again and RE-INTRODUCED himself to Jesse. LOL, So they chuckled about it for a little bit and Jesse said Harry was really sweet and polite and funny. They chatted about what Jesse had done before this job and they ended up talking about a motorcycle museum that Jesse used to work at and Harry was thrilled, so they chatted about that for a little bit. 

Then Harry finally went off to do his thing and Jesse never saw him again, but I always thought it was a neat story because it just reiterates what everyone always says about Harry. He’s sweet, funny, very down to earth and easy to talk to. Jesse was impressed with him (and he doesn’t impress easily), and their interaction has been something Jesse and I talk about once in a while. He likes to use it against me, because he’s an ass-hat, but our love of Harry Styles has become one of the many things Jesse and I have in common. He even knows I have a tumblr blog about him and he isn’t disturbed by it at all.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got - thanks for reading. 

Don’t be a turd. Tag your Mass Effect: Andromeda spoilers.

All right, it’s time for me to be a grumblebee! 

The early access for ME:A starts on March 16, which means Tumblr is going to be flooded with gifs, squeeing, updates, new characters, and spoilers. I don’t want to harsh on anyone’s enjoyment of the new game, but please be considerate as you play, whether you get early access or not! 

Not everyone will get to play right away, and not everyone plays at the same pace. Tagging your posts and putting major spoilers under a cut/read more will go a long way toward helping everyone enjoy the game! 

Just tagging something as “spoilers” isn’t effective. Something like “mass effect: andromeda spoilers” is much more useful! For reference, here’s my blacklist in XKit: 

I’ll be adding more as they crop up, but please, please, please be considerate of everyone else in the fandom, and tag your posts! No one likes being unwillingly spoiled, so please help everyone experience the game first-hand! 

Thank you all, and may we all get through this last week intact and ready to smooch the love interest(s) of our choice! <3

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Sorry for not posting for a very long time, had a rough time + non-academic work has been piling up non-stop, but I sneaked in some study time!!

I’m very grateful for me bc I pushed myself to wakeup early (8am, in which i usually wake up @ 1pm). :’^)

I’ve been so inactive yet I’ve reached 350+ followers 😭😭 Thank you so much!! It means a lot to me, really.

brysontiller: man… i’ve been a lot of places in my life. few of which i feel like i actually belonged in. been around a lot of people who have made me feel like i don’t belong. as an artist even sometimes, doesn’t really feel like i belong here. no one has ever made me feel like i belong somewhere until You came along. when i’m at home and you wake me up early for breakfast, when you sneak into the basement while i’m recording to ask can we watch movies, i feel like i belong there. As your dad. As your friend. As the person who tells you “Yes” when mommy said no. i always feel like i belong there. and i’ll always be there. I love You. We belong together. won’t be long until we’re back together ♥️

Truth or Dare ? Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings : None

Words : 1770

Request : No, just a thing I thought about and kinda liked?? Hope you enjoy, and if you don’t.. meh, sorreh

Note : There might be some mistakes, tell me if you find some ! + GIF is not mine xx

Originally posted by dearremuslupin


It was nearly 10pm in the Gryffindor common room, the boys, Lily and you were sitting on the floor around the small table near the fireplace. The beautiful red headed girl was sitting on your left and Remus was on your right, facing Sirius and next to him, James. Peter had been really sick lately so he went to bed early, leaving the five of you alone for what was supposed to be a homework session which of course took quickly another turn, much to Remus and Lily’s disappointment. They always held the title of the « nerds » of the group, though they didn’t mind it and couldn’t even try to deny it.


« Let’s play a game ! »


James had said these words with way too much excitement, and the smirk that started to grow on his face was enough for you to know that he had a bad Potter idea, again.

The exaggerated eye-roll Moony gave him after that proved that he thought exactly the same thing, actually only Sirius seemed to be enjoying the idea because he knew that his best friend always had the best plans to have some fun.


« Which game do you wanna play, Prongs ? » asked the dark haired boy sitting next to him.

« Well I was thinking about Truth or dare, I know how much Y/N loves this game. »


He winked at you and you just sent him a death glare that only made him laugh harder. You didn’t like that game, in fact you hated it. The last time you played you had to ask a Slytherin guy out on a date, and he had had the great idea to say yes. It had been the worst date of your life and when you came back to explain it to the boys, they found it really hilarious and teased you for days. Well, all of them except for Sirius who strangely never said a single word about it.


« Do I really have a choice ? »

« Nope Y/N, I’m really scared you don’t.» answered Lily between two giggles, as you just laid your head on Remus’ shoulder as a sign of resignation.


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You had been playing for almost an hour, and right now you were watching Remus and Lily coming back from their respective rooms, wearing each other’s clothes. Lily looked more cute than ridiculous, but the black skirt that was barely covering Moony’s thighs made you all cry from laughter -except him, of course-. His cheeks were red and he mumbled something incomprehensible before sitting down next to you again, waiting for the four of you to calm down and get back at the game.


« Well it’s my turn and since you laughed at my face so bad, I’m choosing you my dear Sirius : truth or dare ? »

« You are evil. Truth. »


On the opposite side of the table, Sirius and James were looking at you, both smiling slightly and waiting for the question. Your eyes met Potter’s first and he winked at you in a childish way, before meeting Sirius’ gaze. Merlin, those eyes made you weak. To say you liked him was an understatement, you always had, since day one. Well how could you not ? He was charming, nice, funny but yet, you never had the courage to tell him about how you felt. He was so popular with the girls of the school and even though he only talked about it with his « mates », you knew he had a lot of hook ups and assumed he just wasn’t into stable relationships. You got back to reality when Remus cleared his throat, before he spoke again.


« Are you in love ? »

The question was simple, but everybody in the room froze, staring at Sirius. If his eyes had been knives, Remus would have died ten times already. Lily gently hit Lupin’s shoulder, saying something about how it wasn’t nice to ask such personal things. You took a sip of your tea, acting as if everything was normal but deep inside you, you could feel your heart beating fast and you weren’t even sure you wanted to hear his answer. Your Y/E/C eyes met his again, before he looked back at Remus and answered with the most calm and clear voice you had ever heard.


« No, I’m not. »


You instantly felt dumb about thinking he could have given the opposite answer, and finished your tea, avoiding him for the rest of the night.


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It had been five days since you played the childish game, and five days since you last spoke to Sirius. You were avoiding him and everyone could tell that, but only Lily knew why. She always knew about your feelings towards him and she tried to talk about it with you but you didn’t want to. Right now, you just needed to move on and concentrate about the essay you were working on. The library was almost empty and you were alone, now that your best friend had left you to go to one of her classes. You jumped when a hand found your shoulder, turning around quickly to meet a certain dark haired boy you knew too well. But for once, he didn’t smile at you nor did he seem happy at all.


« For Gordic’s sake Sirius, I nearly had a heart attack. »


Completely ignoring what you just said, he took a sit next to you, frowning and letting a loud sigh escape from his lips.


« What did I do to you ? » He didn’t let a single sound escape from your mouth and continued. « You haven’t even looked at me for days, don’t tell me you just need some time alone or one of those silly excuses, because you’ve been acting normally with everyone. Everyone except me. »


He spoke louder with every word, clearly mad at you and not giving a damn about the fact that you were in a place supposed to be quiet. You sighed, looking at him right in the eyes, something you didn’t think you were capable of right now.


« I didn’t think you would notice it, why does it matter to you? »


He gave you a confused look, while you were just praying that somehow he would just shrug his shoulders and leave, but you knew him well and Sirius was not gonna leave until he had a clear answer to his questions.


« Maybe because you’re my friend, maybe that’s why I fucking care about it ! »


This time he was shouting, half angry, half frustrated. You let out an ironic laugh, closing your book quickly before standing up, knowking that if he kept on yelling you would get just as angry as him and you didn’t want to fight. Not with him, not now, not here.


« Yes, I’m your friend. But you’re not mine. »


He stood up with a speed you didn’t think was possible, and your heart broke when you saw the deeply hurt expression on his face. His dark eyes were staring right into yours, and you could feel his body tense in front of you.


« If I’m not your friend, then tell me, what am I ? »


You opened your mouth several times, but words didn’t come out. You knew you couldn’t escape, you knew you had to tell him, here and now. You took a deep breath, staring at the ground because you didn’t have the courage to look at him.


« I can’t believe you never saw it. Maybe you didn’t want to after all but here we go. I like you Sirius. More than a friend does, more than Remus likes James. I always did and now I feel so stupid for thinking even for a second that you could feel the same. I feel stupid for thinking you, Sirius Black the great women magnet, could feel anything at all. »


In a strange way you felt released, but now all you wanted to do was get out of this place and that’s why you didn’t let him a chance to say anything and started to walk towards the great Hall as fast as you could. Before you could reach the exit, a large hand grabbed your foreharm and made you turn around, bumping in the tall chest of the boy you left just seconds ago. He didn’t let go of your arm, holding it even more strongly while you slowly looked up at him. There was a look on his eyes that you had never seen before, and you couldn’t tell if it was grief or anger.


« That’s the way you see me ? Like I’m some kind of monster that can’t feel a damn thing? Well I’m sorry to tell you that you’re wrong Y/N, just plainly wrong. I knew I shouldn’t have lied the other night during that stupid game, but I thought you knew me enough to know I was lying. I do feel things, and yes, I’m.. » He looked down for a second, closing his eyes while inhaling, before staring right back at you again « … I’m fucking in love with you. »


His words were rough, and his lips even more. He crashed them on yours as soon as he finished speaking, cupping your face between his hands. The book you still held fell to the ground and it took you a few seconds to realise what whas happening. You moved your hands to his hair, pulling him closer, as you felt him smile through the kiss, moving his lips against yours while gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. You slowly broke your embrace, your foreheads still touching and couldn’t help but smile, giving him a peck on the lips.


« I feel like an idiot. »

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you before whispering in your ear.

« Well now you’re my idiot. »


__________


Hidden behind a book shelf, a brown haired boy smiled childishly to his lover, holding his hand out to her.

« Sorry Lils, but it looks like you owe me ten galleons. »

hello!! you probably know my blog if you’re tagged and you probably also have no idea what my name is or what i’m about so here: i’m bee, i’m a brown muslim girl who grew up in dubai but my parents are indian, also i’m pretty gay

so i’ve been on tumbler.org for about four or five years, and left, but i came back in early summer 2016 after i read throam. i didn’t really do anything with it besides make shitposts and ramble about my life which is why i was so surprised when i found out im getting closer to 1k, and i decided to do this thing (that literally no one asked for now that im at one thousand followers wtf??)

anyway here’s a little thank you to every single mutual that has tried and failed to be proper friends with me and still stuck around even though i couldn’t really be friends with any of them bc my offline social handicap decided to follow me here as well, and to every mutual who’s been so incredibly nice to me, and every mutual who i see in my notifs and every other blog that doesn’t follow me back but has inspired me to keep this up (keep what up lmao) alright im gonna stop rambling

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Bullies

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Pairing: Winchesters x Sister
Word count: 974
Warnings: Angst, talk of bullying
A/N: Based on this imagine. Actual things I’ve had said to me- screw bullies. <3


Dean stormed in the front door, slamming it behind him. His sight was set on you. Not only had be been called out of work, which he couldn’t afford, he had to go down to your school and have a nice chat with your principal.

Coming out of the kitchen, Sam raised an eyebrow. “What the hell, Dean?” He asked. “You’re home early…and pissed?” His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were full of anger.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked. More like demanded, really.

“She’s in the dining room. Jewel came over to study and do their homework.” Sam motioned behind him. “I was just starting to prep dinner. Why?”

Dean licked his lips before answering. “She’s been ditching school, that’s what.” He hissed. “Apparently, she’s missed so much that they called me in. I’m one step above truancy officer.” Sam’s eyebrows went up at that. “Yeah, exactly.”

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A/N: After 1x07 I typed out a quick little text post (which you can read here) and it inspired me to make it a full-fledged fic about Jughead moving in with Fred & Archie. Hopefully this will help pass a little time until the new episode. Almost 5k words of Bughead fluff. Enjoy!

just looking for something (something like home)

He moves in with the Andrews men early on a Saturday morning.

Not that he could really call it moving in considering his entire life fits into a backpack but at least he’s got a room to call his own.

The basement, to be exact.

Fred sets up a cot in the corner, near boxes of Christmas decorations (he’s pretty sure those haven’t been touched since Archie’s mom left) and old rusty tools and lawn equipment. He sets his backpack on a rickety tool bench but doesn’t move to unpack.

“Sorry it’s so cold down here,” Fred is saying as he throws a fitted flannel sheet over the cot’s mattress. “We’ll get you a space heater or something before winter comes.”

“Alright,” Jughead says although he’s not really paying attention. It’s not that he’s not grateful for Fred’s generosity, he is but he can’t help but think about his dad at home alone. Probably drunk, even though he promised to get his act together.

Just a month, maybe two.

Not a chance in hell.

Jughead is glad Archie is at football practice because there’s a question on the tip of his tongue that he’s a little embarrassed to ask.

“Just curious,” he starts but his voice shakes a little and his hands are sweating. He runs them down the front of his pants and clears his throat. “Is there a uh… um…a girl policy?”

Judging from Fred’s expression he’s just as surprised Jughead asked as he is.

“A girl policy,” Fred repeats. “Well, Archie has girls over but they usually keep the door open. And no sleepovers.”

Jughead laughs and holds up his hands. “Yeah, of course. That’s not really what I was talking about. More just…in general.”

Fred gives him a knowing smile and it makes him want to melt into the hard concrete floor under his feet.

“Betty is more than welcome in this house whenever she wants. She always has been and that won’t change just because you’re dating.”

Dating.

What a foreign concept. It’s something he’s still getting used to, if he’s being honest. He’s never had a real girlfriend before and he’s not even sure he knows how to be a boyfriend.

Then again, Betty kissed him after he walked her home so he’s hoping that means he’s doing alright so far.

“Great,” he says a little too enthusiastically and he blushes a little when Fred grins. “Thanks, I mean. Betty is…”

“A great girl,” Fred finishes and Jughead nods. “You’re a lucky guy, Jug.”

He just laughs and shakes his head because that is a statement that is so unfairly untrue that if he didn’t laugh about it he’d probably cry.

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“Why don’t you move your hips for me?”

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The bass of the music rumble into your ear, letting your body vibrate as you feel Derek’s hands on your waist.
You still can’t believe that you really convinced him to go come here with you. But after giving him your pout face which led into long, passionate sex, he finally said yes.
“Why don’t you move your hips for me?” Derek whispers in your neck, lips brushing against your slightly sweaty skin.
His hands slide down to your hips as you start moving them in the tact of the music. A pleasant shudder runs down your spine as you hear his growl and how his body pressed on yours.
“Think we can leave early?” He asks and you nod with a smile, kissing him.

Vets X-ray Pets, Not Wallets

Early on in my career I saw an elderly Golden Retriever owned by a single mom with 3 kids. The entire appointment she kept saying how she barely had money to feed her kids and she really hoped this visit wouldn’t be expensive. Her dog ended up having multiple abdominal masses, one of which appeared to be bleeding into his abdomen. She was devastated by the news and then said her mother would be coming in to help cover the cost of the visit. When she asked me what we should do the first thing I thought about was how difficult it would be for her to pay for surgery and chemotherapy. I thought about her kids not getting new school clothes because all the money went to pay for their dog’s surgery. So I told her the best, most kind option was euthanasia. She agreed and we euthanized the dog, they took the body home to bury it.

Several days later my hospital manager got a very angry phone call from the owner. She had been speaking with a friend whose dog had many of the same problems and had undergone surgery. The owner was furious that I had not even offered surgery as an option. She would have borrowed the money from her mother had she known. I euthanized her dog without discussing other options because I thought I was helping her and her children.

I have never made that mistake again, much to the chagrin of some clients. When presented with an estimate for care some people become angry and ask me what makes me think they have X amount of money to spend on a hamster. Other people laugh because to them, it’s just a cat and they would never imagine spending that amount. But lots of people don’t even bat an eye and tell me to proceed.

My job is to offer the absolute best care for animals, not to try and guess what people can and want to pay for. There is usually a plan B, C, and sometimes D and E if A is too expensive. Always keep that in mind when going to the vet before you become upset at the cost of something. There is nothing wrong with saying you just cannot afford it and you’d like to know the next best option.

Also remember though that sometimes, there is no option B. Unfortunately there are some cases when it’s either option A or euthanasia. Not because the vet doesn’t want to help but because the nature of the disease or problem requires a certain treatment. Euthanasia is far from being the cowards option or the option of someone who doesn’t care, sometimes it really is the kindest choice.

Discuss all of your concerns with your veterinarian and be honest about what you can and cannot afford and we will do our best to help you.

PLEASE READ—HELP ME PUBLISH MY BOOK

I’m an aspiring novelist. I’m currently in the process of trying to complete and publish my first book, which will be a modern retelling of Edgar Allen Poe’s Annabel Lee, about the trials that two teenage boys face falling in love in an early time period. As an LGBT writer, I want to create more stories with diversity and representation available for teens and young adults.

I need to gain support, for this book. It seems a little silly to ask, but this will never become a thing unless there is a real following and genuine interest for the story. I was told that gaining interest on social media is the best and most efficient way to start my career and make a living from this.

Truly, this will NOT be able to happen without tremendous support from all of my followers, as well as anyone who wants to support diversity in young adult literature and young, aspiring authors.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, if you are at all interested in reading, knowing more about, or supporting me and this story, LIKE AND REBLOG this post. Gaining a following is one of the biggest and most important steps in gaining the momentum needed to self publish or to get a decent publisher, and any support, whether it is liking or reblogging this post OR following my blog, it would be IMMENSELY helpful.

Tumblr has always shown momentous support when it’s been needed, and I would really, really appreciate anyone who is willing to help get this jump started. I will be posting excerpts, updates, and recording my experience as it happens, as well as continuing my regular prompt filling that I do now.

Thank you SO much in advance, and please feel free to send me an ask if you’re interested in learning more!

work thoughts (+ encounters with people)

-messing with mad-eye moody’s catchphrase “constant vigilance!” led me to the name “constance vigilant”, which I think would be great for a lady bounty hunter or something

-on a similar note, spoonerizing “jubal early” (that one creepy guy from firefly) makes “herbal julie”, as least phonetically speaking, and I’m not really sure what to do with that knowledge.

-today our ice machine at the cafè was messed up so I had to cross the building and fetch ice from the events center kitchen on the other side.  as a side note, I had to go through the adjacent thrift store to get there and it’s super dark and creepy pre-opening.  anyway, as I was shoveling ice into various containers it occurred to me that I was kind of stealing the other kitchen’s ice, so let it be known that I am the Ice Bandit.  no ice is safe from me!!

-I once asked my coworker who has a fairly thick accent if it made her angry when I asked her to repeat things (I’d been kinda obsessing over it so I had to ask).  she told me no, it’s much worse to be laughed at or imitated.  

-I think she’d have a right to be frustrated even so, but the long and the short of it is that all anyone can do is be as respectful and attentive as possible, and if you’re freaking out about talking to someone with an accent it is going to be way way harder to understand what they’re saying.

-everything is easier when you relax.  it’s like a lifehack, but UNATTAINABLE

-devil music lady came back today and, while she was getting water for her friends, said to me, “it would be hard, being invisible, wouldn’t it?  people would just bump into you and you’d be like ‘hey, I’m right here’!”.  I was confused but happy to engage in a weird hypothetical because that’s my jam, so I babbled something about how it was true, the downsides of being invisible might outweigh the benefits.  

-and then she sprang the (totally unnecessary and weirdly passive-aggressive) trap and briefly waxed eloquent on how jesus was the invisible presence of god on earth and how he must have felt when people “didn’t notice him” and…I dunno, it was weird.

-I’d had just enough caffeine to make me chatty and extra weird so when this one guy with an amazing curly mustache and earring came through the cafè as he does, I asked his name, introduced myself, and told him he looked like a “cool pirate”.  he laughed, I got flustered, he said he didn’t mind and he’d “been called much worse”, to which I replied, in absent, high-pitched tones of distress, “oh, well, that’s…” and then kind of shuffled off to clean something.

-it’s been a weird day

-the ipad keyboards at work are unreliable at best so today when I was trying to type “broccoli cheddar” I just wrote “bro.” instead.  bro.

-I feel like conversations are supposed to be like…a squirrel jumping nimbly + fluidly from branch to branch.  but my squirrel (especially when I am low on spoons) will sometimes hesitate and lose momentum, or just completely miss the branch, or do some kind of acrobatic fucking pirouette in entirely the wrong direction?

-dammit squirrel

-anyway that’s all from me

Waking up early is a struggle for many students, me included. As someone who wakes up at 6am every school day I know this all too well. So I decided to create this post to give you some tips on how to make it a bit more manageable to wake up early. 

It can be really difficult to force yourself out of bed but I think that there are more advantages than disadvantages to it in the end.

So here we go!


The night before

Start your night routine 1 hour before you want to close your eyes for the night. For me that time is 9pm since I want to go to bed at 10pm. So I try to stop studying around that time and start making my bag and such. That usually takes 30 min which means that I have 30 minutes for myself before bed. 

Put out clothes for the next day. This is a classic but it works really well. Check the weather for the next day and choose appropriate clothes. This way you will save time in the morning and won’t have to stress about what to wear. 

Make your bag. This is very effective and saves loads of time in the morning. Put all your school books in your bag for the next day and add any snacks or drinks that you’ll bring. 

Put your alarm somewhere you can’t reach it. Put it away from your bed so that you have to get up to turn it off. This way you are less likely to get back to bed. Also it prevents you from using your phone into the endless hours of the night. 

Put your alarm so that your have more time than you need in the morning. I personally don’t like being stressed in the morning so I’d rather put my alarm for a bit to early. 

Have a glass of water by your bed. In case you get thirsty in the middle of the night. 

You will have to go to bed on time. This is unavoidable if you want to feel alive the next day. I personally like to go to bed at 10pm. I’ve never been much of a night person. I would recommend getting at least 7 hours of sleep. 


In the morning

Let all that light in. Don’t dwell in the darkness because you’ll just make it more difficult to get up.

Don’t snooze! I know that it is tempting but don’t do it! You’ll just go back to bed and be more tired and get up an hour later and then be late for class. 

Splash your face with cold water. A kinder version of the cold shower. I personally don’t like to shower in the morning and this works just as well. 

Get dressed ASAP. Then you feel more awake and you’re less likely to go back to bed. 

Do something that you like. I like to watch a tv show episode in the morning because I really like my tv shows and it also gives me a reason to get up on time. If I don’t get up on time I won’t be able to watch my episode. But you could do anything that you enjoy like sudoku or drawing. It becomes a good start of the day. 

Food! I am personally not a big fan of breakfast to early in the morning so I eat really slowly which is another reason for why I like to have a lot of time in the morning. Make something that you know you like, and if that an is avocado sandwich then great but simpler stuff like a cheese sandwich works just as well. 

Decide on a time that you will leave the house. This will make it easier for you not to lounge around at home for too long.


Benefits of an early start

You have time to exercise in the morning! I know that this isn’t something that people like but it is a very good way of waking up. You don’t have to do a full out work out routine, it can just be a 20 min yoga session or a light jog. 

You add like 3 hours to your day. This is what enjoy the most when it comes to waking up early. It really feels like your day becomes twice as long. 

You can distribute your studying time. I personally like to study in the morning if my classes start after 9am. That way I don’t have to do all of my schoolwork in the afternoon. 

You get some me time. Wether this will be in the afternoon or in the morning is up to you. But in the end you will have more time for yourself. You can also be completely by yourself in the mornings since you’ll be the only one awake. I quite like that. 

You get to enjoy the sunrise! 


This advise is based on what I like to do in the morning so everything might not work for everyone but I hope that you might find some of it useful. And be patient, because it will not be easy to wake up early on the first day. But if you do it for a while it will become easier :)

Don’t have a whole lot of time for clean sketches, but I may come back to this idea someday. These sketches were actually inspired by a dream I had a few nights ago. Which seems kind of weird to me, since I’m not really a fan of Ruby Gloom. Still, the idea was too cute for me to ignore, so I decided to finally work on some sketches.

At least from what I remember from the dream, it kind of played out like a TV episode. Skullboy finds a really old book in the library that has a peculiar-looking family tree on it. He sees what looks like his name, and another that looks like Jack’s name. This prompts him to make a trip to Halloween Town. After all, who wouldn’t want to find out whether or not they came from a long line of royalty, or at least related to one? The only trouble is both names are too smudged out to confirm for sure. I don’t remember too much after that, but I think the rest of the episode was them looking through Halloween Town’s catacomb/labyrinth-like city archives to find out both who the family tree belongs to, and if they’re actually a part of it.

Don’t know for sure if I’ll come back to this or do much with it, but I may decide to make a few more sketches someday. Who knows? :U

Elemental Ritual of Self Blessing

Day 1 of @chaosundone‘s 31 Days of Pop Culture Spells Challenge - Write a spell inspired by the first character/fandom that made you interested in Pop Culture Witchcraft.

I was drawn to witchcraft initially by Kate Forsyth’s The Witches of Eileanan series, which are a fantastic series of books. The titular witches work in a Wiccan-esque style of magic, worshipping a nature goddess, casting circles, working with the five spiritual elements. It is what got me interested in Wicca, and though I now practice a secular craft, it is still very much influenced by those early readings of Forsyth’s witches. (If you haven’t checked them out, you really should. I cannot recommend them highly enough.)

This ritual is designed to take place in the hours before dawn, so that the completion of the rite happens as the sun rises. A period of fasting should take place before the ritual commences. Draw on the floor (or trace in the dirt if you are outside, ideally) a five pointed star inside a circle, large enough for you to move and work in, with the top point pointing in a north-east direction. At this top point place seeds of a plant that represents you, or that you identify with. This is to represent your Spirit. Working clockwise, place incense or a feather at the next point for Air, a candle or cauldron fire at the next point for Fire, a large bowl of water for Water at the next point, and a pot of soil at the next point for Earth. Gather any other ritual items that you usually use to cast a Circle.

Cast a Circle in your usual manner.

Sit at the top point of the star and meditate on the ritual, on what you wish to achieve, on what the purpose of the ritual is. You are blessing, cleansing, and empowering yourself with the power of the five spiritual Elements. Breathe deeply and slowly, allow yourself to slip into a trance-like state. When you are ready, say:

“I come to a sacred junction of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, to bless myself with the powers of the Elements. I bring the Spirit. May my heart be kind, may my mind be fierce, may my spirit be brave.”

Go to the eastern point of the star and circle, and waft the incense about you, or wave the feather around your body.

“I bless and cleanse myself with the Element of Air.” Breathe deeply of the air, feel the oxygen fill your lungs and flood your cells through your blood. Think of the life giving power of air, and acknowledge it’s destructive power; in your mind, find the balance between the two. “I breathe deep and give thanks, for without Air we would surely die.”

Go to the southern point of the star and circle, and hold your hands out over the flames. 

“I bless and cleanse myself with the Element of Fire.” Feel the warmth of the fire spread through your body. Think of all the ways in which fire gives us life by keeping us warm, giving us life, and even being able to cook food with it. Acknowledge as well the dangerous elements of fire, of how easily it can turn from a tool to a weapon. Find the balance in your mind. “I warm myself and give thanks, for without Fire we would surely die.”

Go to the western point of the star and circle, and anoint your forehead with the water.

“I bless and cleanse myself with the Element of Water.” Take a drink of the water, feel the coolness flow down your throat. Think of the life giving powers of water, that it makes up the majority of our planet and of our own bodies. Think also of the destructive power of water, of floods and tsunamis. Find the balance. “I drink deeply and give thanks, for without Water we would surely die.”

Go to the northern point of the star and circle, and immerse your hands in the soil.

“I bless and cleanse myself with the Element of Earth.” Feel and absorb the earth’s nourishment though your hands. Think of our planet, which sustains all life. Think too of the danger of earth, of earthquakes and landslides. Find the balance. “I take nourishment and give thanks, for without Earth we would surely die.”

Return to the top point of the star and circle, and take your seeds, the source of life and growth, and consecrate them and name them for yourself. As you do this, reflect on why you selected this particular plant, on what it means to you, on how it relates to you as a person. As the sun rises over the horizon, plant the seeds in the pot, and water it deeply with the water.

“I plant myself in the womb of the earth, nourished by the water of life, to grow strong by the fire of the sun, to breathe back the air of the world. As this [name of plant] grows, so do I grow. As this [name of plant] is strengthened by the Elements, so am I strengthened. May my heart by kind, may my mind be fierce, may my spirit be brave.”

Close the Circle in your usual way. Care for your plant, for it is a representation now of yourself and your connection to the Elements and to the world.