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Magic Marinette

Marinette is Zatanna’s older cousin and can practice magic herself. Her magic is different however. For most low level spells she simply has to think of what the spell is intended for. For a harder spell she needs to chant much like Zatanna.

Marinette practices at home with her Uncle Zatara occasionally visiting with Zatanna. Magic comes naturally to Marinette, she likes to claim that it just flows in and out of her.

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Dear boys: You are handsome as hell. It doesn’t matter how tall you are, or strong, or how feminine or masculine you are, or what’s in your pants. You are the kings and princes of the world, and don’t let anyone say you aren’t. And if you want, you can be a fucking princess or queen too. You are allowed to ask for help just like you are allowed to help others. You are allowed to cry, it’s manly as Hell. Slay that eyeliner and dress if you please, or rock that suit. Do what makes you comfortable. Nothing makes you any less of a man. You are enough.

Dear girls: You are gorgeous. You can be petite and wear dresses. You can be 6'4 and ripped in a tank top. You can rule the world, or play a small part, either way you are important. You are a princess and a queen, a prince and a king. Your emotions are serious, regardless if you are on your period or not. You can be nice as you please, or you can live without a care in the world. You can shave your body, or let the hair grow. You can have a small or big chest, you can have a beard, and it doesn’t matter if what’s in your pants isn’t what is expected. Rock that body. Do with it what you please. Nothing makes you less of a woman. You are enough.

Dear nonbinary people: You are beautiful. If afab, you can bind or not, it’s up to you. If amab, you can rock facial hair. You don’t have to be androgynous, but you can if you want to. You are not just a ‘special snowflake’. You are much more than your identity. You can color your hair and chop it all off, or you can leave it its natural color and let it grow as long as you please. Your body shape is perfect no matter how it looks or changes. You are the monarchs of the world, but you can call yourself a queen, king, prince or princess. You can use binary pronouns, or use ones that are incredibly obscure. You don’t have to live up to anyone’s expectations but your own. Nothing makes you less of a person. You are enough.

space shanites

ok but like. space shanties. 

there’s a thing that should definitely be a thing in sci-fi.

Heavy Rain Spell

So here’s a spell to make it rain even harder than before (and I know works too because it is currently thundering/lightning, pouring, and hailing outside my house).

1.) Connect with the rain. You must become one with the rain. Combine your energies. Feel the storm pulsing through you. You don’t need to be standing in the rain nor does it need to be raining but it should be either about to rain or already raining for it to work.

2.) Chant as many time as you feel is necessary:

Lightning flash and thunder crash,

Rain hit the ground with a splash.

After that it should begin to rain harder within the next 30 minutes and the spell will last for 5-45 minutes.

reblogging

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Donald Trump gets attacked by an eagle.

This eagle truly represents America. What a majestic symbol.

sometimes i think we write fic so that we can finally have a sense of control over what's happening in the universe and can ensure that characters get the closure and emotional catharsis that perhaps we (and they) were denied