will you sink or swim


Buddy has been kind of a jerk on our walks in the neighborhood (leash aggression) so I thought, what better time to dump him right in the middle of it. Sink or swim, you need to socialize!

Holly and I took him and Harry to my favorite off-leash dog park, Magnuson Park. It has a big broad walkway through the marshes to get to the edge of Lake Washington. It’s a free-for-all of dogs the entire length of the walk with every type of dog you can imagine, in singles, twos and big packs with their dog walkers.

And then the trail ends at a broad beach at the edge of Lake Washington. The dogs go nuts when they see the water and realize they can just jump in. Bliss.

Buddy would run out to greet every dog and run back to me to me to check in. He did so great, maybe I can even cancel the Growly Dog class.

you are almost there

I know, every day your body aches 
when getting out of bed
and most mornings the dreams that linger 
on the periphery of your thoughts 
look a lot more like a coffin than a cloud,
you haven’t flown in so long,
but you aren’t sinking

you have learned how to swim
to the shore and your feet 
are finally drying, you are on a path
to somewhere so great 
that self-care will no longer be 
remember to water yourself 
like a plant given as a house warming gift

you will live in your body
and it will finally feel like a home

—  finding paradise || O.L.

Sasuke’s handcrafted flower crown.

Thank you to those who left little welcome messages and support (whether in your tags or via other methods, asks, likes, reblogs, etc.). I read and truly appreciated them all!

@rainbowcicada (no way, we’re not sinking, we’re swimming) @tomato-x-ramen (thank you!!! <333) @bean-paste-man ( 😍 ) @notesofpaint (yes, an amateur still) @schaychan, dark-naruto and others too!

Thank you!!

Too Deep

Summary: When your depression consumes you, you almost don’t make it through this time.

Request: Could you please do a Cas x reader where reader has severe depression? She self harms too? Nobody knows because she hides it well, but Cas finds out one day. Like, maybe they guys are out, and she wears some stuff that shows her scars. Or maybe it gets hotter, and Cas starts questioning her. Obviously angst, but I also want a whole lot of fluff please. Thank you! Requested by Anon <3

A/N: The ending of this is fluffy, I realize this one is a bit darker, so please know that if you ever need to talk, you’re free to come to me. I’ve been there myself, I get it, I know those voices in your head can say some nasty things <3

-Feedback is always appreciated!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Depression, attempted suicide, language fluffy ending

Word Count: 1.2k

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Things weren’t typically this bad for you; but as the blood trickled down your arm and onto the bathroom floor, the only thing you hoped for was death.

You’d kept yourself from giving into the urge for weeks. You distracted yourself. You’d rub old scars, snap rubber bands on your wrists, or even take the less harmful route and burn yourself with a Bic.

But today, you woke up to Dean knocking on your door, telling you to get up and get ready. You’d be going swimming. But you couldn’t run from the sinking feeling in your chest, or the voices in your head that told you you’d be better off dead.

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Just Jack

listen…..i have zero good excuses for this. when i saw this prompt in my inbox, i just couldn’t stop writing for some reason.

summary: Jack Zimmermann, NHL Superstar of the Providence Falconers, is on the verge of coming out as gay. His team’s PR Team insists he establishes a social media presence before he does so that he can better control the narrative after. The only problem? He totally has a crush on the consultant they hire to help him. ao3

            “Listen, I mean this in the nicest possible way, but my job here is to convince people that you have some basic emotions about things that aren’t hockey,” Eric Bittle said from across the table. He was dressed smartly in slacks and a printed button-down that pulled across his biceps appealingly. Jack was having a hard time focusing on anything else. “We all know the Jack Zimmermann ‘story’, but no one really knows just Jack. Does that make sense?”

           “Just Jack?” he asked, blinking at Eric.

          “You know.” Eric waved encouragingly. “What you do in off-season or what you do with your friends on days off. What do you do when you’re not being Jack Zimmermann, NHL player?”

           Jack stared at him blankly. He remembered all of the times that he had to swallow the bile at the back of his throat when someone joked that he was a hockey robot, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember when the last time was that he went out with friends that weren’t also teammates.

           Eric sighed, probably taking his silence for intransigence instead of genuine dumbfounded-ness.

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              “I think that Clarke can see Lexa’s position, in a way. If Clarke was in Lexa’s position, I don’t know that she… She might do the same thing. Yes, she’s an optimist. She’s always trying to find the best solution, but… Clarke, she’s done some difficult things and made some hard choices. When you survive, you sink or swim. You just have to make that choice. Who comes first? You have to make a choice at the end of the day. …. Who you can save and who you’re willing to

                                                                          Alycia Debnam Carey

To Conjure a Familiar Spirit

I regularly get quite a few asks in regards to recommended books – asking if I have a list, etc. – and I always have to go into an explanation about, while learning from books is perfectly fine and fitting for some (I dare say even many) the true body of my practice comes not from books, but from teaching spirits. Yes, I can’t deny, I’ve read plenty of books, but they never stick with me like the lessons learned through spirit. Of course, I’m also the person who is always saying: Just do it.

Witchcraft is a continuous learning experience and sometimes you have to just trust yourself to get things done. There always seems to be a lot of fear-mongering in the community: words of warning, deterring and mysterious statements – all of which I’ve never bought in to. I’m all for pushing you into the pool – sink or swim – and if all else fails, I’ll throw you a line and drag you back out (with an wink). Fear is the Witch’s worst enemy: fear of the Unseen, fear of the Unknown, fear one’s true nature, and it is in the deep and dark recesses that one might find truth. Do not give into the fear – overcome it – for when the mind is poisoned by fright, the frightful things come knocking.

I digress. Familiar spirits: the wise and knowing (occasionally mischievous) dead – be they devils, discarnate witches, Ancestors, it matters not! For the Witch and the Familiar are a dynamic pair!


In the night, collecting your items which you will take with you to the cemetery: Chalk/Pemba, a black/white/red candle and a few offerings that echo who you are. These offerings – paired with later spoken words – will attract like-entities who jive with who you are and what it is that you seek. You may bring a vessel with which to house the spirit, or – as I recommend – you may wait and create a vessel befitting the spirit, with touches of personal flare. These offerings need not be extravagant. Things like: beads, coins, spirits (as in the alcohol kind), food, fabrics, and anything that you think sums up who you are.

Once you arrive, locate a place such as a mausoleum, a brick gate-column, anywhere with a wall on which you might draw a door. It’s best to choose a place where no one person is interred, but a variety or none at all. This is so that you don’t get stuck kicking it with whoever happens to be buried there and disturbing their “peaceful rest” or what have you. In regards to the door, don’t be afraid to personalize it as well! I’ve always been favorable to the pointed-arch, but do what you feel fits.

Arrange your offerings before its mouth and place the candle at its center. Take a moment to collect yourself and focus on the kind of person you wish to bring through. Don’t dwell on minor details, just construct a general energy or set of principles. Alternately, you can ask for someone who will give you what you need and not what you want. This is for those who wish to grow and grow quickly, accepting the obstacles that come along with growth. When you’re fully prepared, light you candle and place your palm on the door.

Make a plea. Ask (aloud is best) for a spirit to come – one willing to teach, one glad to teach (and perhaps one that is patient, if you happen to need that!). Again, don’t get bogged down in the details. Be specific enough, but receptive to what Spirits come. Knock three times – Beetlejuice, anyone? – and wait. It may take a few moments (I like to blame in on the traffic) but you will know when they have come. Having the Sight helps, but so long as you are attune, their presence will be clear. Introduce yourself – if fitting your abilities, allow them to introduce themselves, as well. Sometimes names are a little tricky to make out – for me, anyway – so it may take a while before you get their name down completely. If you cannot hear them, you may give them a name: you’ll know whether or not they like it, don’t worry! If they don’t, keep spit-balling until you get one that sticks.

Spend a few days getting to know them – it may work out, it may not. Be amicable, you can always repeat the process if you don’t jive quite right. If you get on nicely, however, you should construct a Spirit Vessel! It offers them a physical attachment to our plane and thereby allows their energy greater access to this world. After that – I can’t say, as all relationships are different and all have different lessons to teach and values to instill. It can be a very personal experience and you may find that keeping a journal of their teachings valuable, and it’s always fun to look back on the how far you’ve come.

For more useful information on a similar subject, I recommend checking out my post: La Muñeca de Tutela!

In retrospect, I suppose this doesn’t have to be done at a cemetery – that’s just where I’ve always done it and is most probably a reflection of who I am! So, by all means, mix up the locale! Go to your witchy place – even if that happens to be a bedroom (chalk comes off of most walls just fine – trust me, I know).

photo: Witch of Endor, Mikolaj Ge

anonymous asked:

how would you characterize bucky, steve and nat's musical taste in ALiL?? like bands and overall genre... love your writing 💕 💞 💕 💞

This is, without a doubt, one of the best asks I’ve ever gotten because music genuinely owns my heart. So, without further ado, here’s the musical taste of all the main characters in “A Lesson in Love”.

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