The ‘you’re Mature For Your Age’ To Sleeping With A Bed Full Of Plushies In Your Mid Twenties Pipeline

I’m always grateful for kindness too, and I am usually surprised to find it in people. Love you, Robin! 💜

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💗

I really didn’t mean to leave this unanswered 😅 I remember being flustered when I got one from @kayhi808 because kindness like this isn’t easy to find. It just makes me so very grateful 🥹 Sending a ton of love back to you, K!

Low Energy/Effort Witchcraft

Are you perpetually busy? Never have any spoons? This might be the post for you. Note that not everything here may be considered low energy or low effort to everyone, and that's okay :)

Carry a crystal around based on what you need. I have a black tourmaline bracelet that absorbs negative vibes throughout the day. I stick it on a selenite slab when I get home to cleanse overnight, then rinse and repeat in the morning.

Put a bay leaf in your wallet to attract money. If you have time, draw a sigil or a $/£/€ on it.

Dedicate anything you drink to your deities if you have any. I dedicate water and black tea to everyone and my favourite raspberry tea to Hathor. Coffee is for Caim.

Enchant your pill case so you remember to take them on time. Enchant your pills to work efficiently. ("Anxiety begone. Ye be banished" on all of my anxiety pills ✌️)

Draw a sigil on your body wash bottle to remove bad vibes or carve a sigil in a bar of soap.

Enchant your moisturizer to repel the evil eye. I fucking love this one.

Incorporate colour magic into the socks you wear (Goths who wear hot pink socks, I'm looking at you).

Enchant your charger so it doesn't break and so you don't lose it. Enchant your phone too while you're at it.

Sorry, I love enchantments--

Uhhhhh

Match those big ol jar candles to different intentions. Burn a cedar candle to cleanse/banish. Burn a cinnamon candle to draw in prosperity. Burn a citrus candle to uplift mood. This one is fantastic for broom closet witches.

Got a humidifier? Fill it up with moon water. You're welcome ;D

Politely ask the spirits of your plants to ward your space. Feed two birds with one scone this way.

Witchy social media. Scrolling on Tumblr and learning something new about witchcraft counts as witchcraft imo. Saving tarot spreads from Instagram for later counts too. Making Pinterest boards for literally anything also counts.

Keep a digital grimoire if doing it on paper costs too many spoons. I have used Google docs & drive in the past but I currently use Notion (You can copy and paste this way!)

If you still want a physical grimoire, print your stuff out and stick it in a binder or glue it in your journal. Boom. Physical grimoire

Listen to witchcraft related videos in the background while you do other tasks or chores in your home

Preparing a meal? Toss in spices that correspond with good health and drawing in positivity, or any other intention you have

Enchant your glasses to help you focus and "read between the lines" or see what wants to remain hidden (this one is a lifesaver at my job)

It's always so uplifting to see tha you have posted some of your fiction 🤩

Thank you, my friend. I really appreciate you. It’s uplifting to see you in my notes when I post something. ♥️😘

{Monsters in the Dark #4}

Kissing, abandonment issues, insecurities, Billy’s mother, fem!reader.

392 words.

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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11

“What’s wrong with you, man?” Frank asked, watching his best friend turn down yet another beautiful, flirtatious woman.

Billy shrugged, tipping his head back and drinking his beer. If he was honest, he was anxious to get home knowing you were warm in his bed. He jiggled his leg, playing with the paper on the bottle.

“Got a girl, Bill?” Frank asked, amused.

“You know I’m not the settling down type, Frank.” Billy drawled, feeling butterflies in stomach. He’d never been attached to women.

They always wanted him for his wealth and looks, and Billy found them shallow. But you defied every expectation.

He was afraid to tell Frank in case you got tired of him and left. He didn’t want to look like a fool. He took another swig of beer, stomach sick.

This quality over quantity is shit, Billy thought. It was painful and riddled with anxiety.

“Afraid, Bill? It’s that girl you took in for Curt, isn’t it? I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Like you put the stars in the sky. She isn’t your mother.” Frank said, watching Billy carefully.

He was always good at noticing Billy's subtle facial expressions. He knew he’d hit the nail on the head when Billy looked away, tongue swiping his bottom lip.

x

Billy stood in the doorway to his room, watching you sleep. Fuck, you were pretty. You yawned, and stretched. “Billy?” You murmured.

He shed his coat on the chair in the corner of the room. “Hey, baby.” He said, laying over you. You wiggled your hips making him groan. Your soft body fitted perfectly against his.

“Did you miss me?” He asked, kissing the corner of your lips.

You smiled, “Always miss Billy when he’s away.” You told him honestly.

His heart threatened to burn from his chest as he kissed you. Your lips parted for him, sighing softly into his mouth.

Your fingers settled in his hair, smoothing it from his face. “Mine,” you said as he pulled away.

His lips twitched up, “Yeah?” He asked, your claim on him soothing his insecurities, laying his chin on your soft chest.

“Mhm!” You hummed, stroking his forehead.

Billy’s eyes fluttered, hating how hungry for your affection he was. His eyes burned into yours, “All yours,” he said.

He wasn’t lying, either.

No other woman compared to you.

billy would be the type of person to be dragged to a local book sale and act like he hates it but buys the reader whatever they pick up. not caring how expensive it gets, just as long as reader is happy

𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗍 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖯𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖤𝗍𝗌𝗒*.❨⊹

Lucky Charms Sugar Cookies

{Monsters in the Dark #3}

PTSD, nightmares, mentions of sexual abuse, kissing, fem!reader.

286 words.

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@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11

Billy felt like a weight was on his chest, he was vaguely aware he was sweating, and mumbling in his sleep. He was all around Billy.

Arthur.

Billy was crushed under waves of helplessness and rage, he thrashed swinging the stickball bat. Pain exploded in his shoulder, and he screamed into the darkness.

He jerked at a gentle touch. Yours. He blinked at you in the dim light. He worked to slow his breathing. He fucking hated feeling vulnerable.

He grabbed you, pulling you against him, lips pressing to yours urgently. You melted against him as Billy fought for control. His fingers dug into your hips, and you sighed pressing closer to him.

Billy pulled back, his dark eyes looking like pits as they stared at you. He looked wild and untamed. You didn’t know what was upsetting your roommate.

“What’s wrong, Billy?” You asked softly as he nuzzled your neck.

“When a grown man tells you that you’re pretty, you know nothing good is comin’.” Billy murmured hoarsely, “I was eleven.”

You felt a deep sadness for that helpless boy. But Billy wasn’t a boy anymore, and he certainly wasn’t helpless.

Your eyes watered, and Billy smiled darkly. “Don’t look at me like that sweet pea. It made me stronger.”

“You were a child. Billy didn’t need to be strong, he needed to be safe.” You said lips trembling.

Billy kissed you hard, fingers pulling on your hair. This was why to Billy you were a cut above everyone else.

He loved your soft heart. It was comforting, even though Billy was hard pressed to admit he needed comforting.

He was never letting you go.

They’d have to take you from his cold, dead hands.

Croissant appreciation post. The beanie remains

ok no I'm still annoyed about what they've done to anne elliot. why must every heroine be beautiful, smart, confident, witty, flirtatious, funny, independent, firm-minded etc.?

what about shy women? humble women? lonely women? women who are just sad and a little bit pathetic? not firm enough to speak their mind? not strong enough to know their mind? who are riddled with anxiety and embarrassment? who have genuine faults and mistakes they regret but are too mortified to acknowledge? who know they are being taken advantage of but who keep sacrificing their own happiness to maintain the peace and reputation of their family? who are smart in their own way and happy with that even if it doesn't amount to anything that can be paraded around as a talent? do they not deserve to have their stories told?

I've had enough of snark!!!!! enough of smugness!!!! i wanna see a heroine who is so miserable and lonely and who feels everything so deeply and who yearns so bloody hard for years that she collapses when he finally gives her that letter!!! i want pathetic pining!! i want miserable social interactions!!! i want stolen glances and subtle questions and agonising despair until a confession so cathartic that i faint with her!!!! i want to feel something real!!!!!!!!! god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!