Keep The Flame Going For Those We Have Lost To Suicide. 

witches ladder

a witches ladder is a knot magick spell. you can make it into a bracelet, put it on your wall, give it to a loved one, etc.

you say/think each phrase while tying a new knot.

you will need:

a piece of string/rope

focus

intention

this spell is pretty flexible and can be used for many things. all you need to do is think about/visualize your goal while tying the knots. you can also write down your intention. make sure to protect yourself before and during the spell.

i would like to note that there are multiple versions of this spell, this is the one that resonates with me.

spell:

by knot of one, the spells begun

by knot of two, the magick comes true

by knot of three, so shall it be

by knot of four, the power is stored

by knot of five, my will shall drive

by knot of six, the spell i fix

by knot of seven, the future i leaven

by knot of eight, by knot of eight, it will be fate

by knot of nine, whats done is mine

My boyfriend signed up for an Economics class last semester that had a professor who was described by other students on Rate My Professors as “a little offensive but still funny” and “you will still learn if you do the work and attend his workshops.” On the first day of class, he pointed to an Asian girl next to him.

“Are you Chinese?” he asked.

She looked bewildered and said, “Yes…?”

“How do you feel about the One Child Policy?”

The entire class went silent.

She glared at him, “I’m American.”

He shrugged it off, “Yeah, but you’re Chinese. So how do you feel about being the only child in your family?”

When I peruse through class lists, one of the very first things I want to know is whether or not I will be in a safe environment with a professor who cares about their students. Rate My Professors is the most commonly used tool for students to decide whether or not a professor is right for their learning style. It’s a tool for students created by students. But when such tools actively work against students who want to give proper warning about professors, what does that tell you? Does RMP care about student safety? Or is it doing everything in its power to protect corrupt educators? Should students compile a list of corrupt professors to combat RMP’s new policy if they don’t reverse this rule?

The Chinese woman and the rest of the students had to endure a semester filled with violent racist, sexist, and classist rhetoric (he later humiliated a student for 15 minutes for having an old Ford—what he described as a “loser car”) with a professor who only taught outside of class hours instead of during class hours. There are many more stories like this one because students pay for a class they weren’t expecting.

Because students can’t say “racist and sexist”, people have opted for “problematic” with examples as well as synonyms. You can contact them here to ask them to change their policy.

That moment of confusion and annoyance when you remember that practically all of the fandom, half the cast, and probably even the directors ship the same ship but it’s still not canon after years

i am so wildly ordinary like grass growing on pavement

Ranjish he sahi, dil he dukhane ke liye aa

Aa phir se mujhay chodh jaane ke liye aa

-Ahmad Faraz

Oh what I would give to sleep in your arms tonight

“I would never leave. even when things got hard. I have endless forgiveness, understanding, and patience for you. I always will. And endless love to go along with all of that. I wish I could tell you this. I love you. I miss you dearly.”

well yeah, it’s gay. And gay is always the way.

Me to my best friend talking about all my gay ships.  (via absentmindedproff)

[Destiel Fic] “What’s A Nap Between Friends?”

Summary: The first time they fell asleep on the couch together was an accident. The second time definitely wasn’t. But it doesn’t mean anything. Right?

In which Dean is being a chickenshit about his feelings, even though he really likes waking up in Castiel’s arms.

Categories: Light Angst to Fluff, First Time, Canon World Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester Words: 5,960 Rating: Explicit Tags: Bunker Fic, Dean sucks at dealing with his emotions, fallen!Castiel, surprisingly dominant Castiel, Bottom!Dean, Top!Cas

My Notes: Set in some happy no-so-distant future when everyone is safely living in the bunker. Sorry I left Jack out of this, I love him, he just made for one more character than I could juggle. Assume he’s off doing good things.

The first time it happened, they were watching a movie. Sam had just set up a new TV room, he’d reorganized a storage room and installed a new flat screen TV. Then he’d dragged in an old couch he’d found Chuck knows where. It was one of those super long, mid century couches, with squared off arms and olive green upholstery. Dean loved it.

Dean had insisted that Cas needed to watch The Searchers. Ever since Cas had fallen, Dean had been trying to distract him as much as he could, and they were currently making their way through classic westerns. They’d been watching movies at the table in the library before, but the movie room was far more comfortable, even if Dean didn’t want to admit that to Sam.

Dean knew that Cas was struggling to find his groove as a human. Even though it had been the angel’s choice to give up his grace this time, that only made things a little easier. Some things were still difficult for him to accept. When Dean had gotten cut up on their most recent hunt, Castiel had moped for days, upset that he hadn’t been able to heal him.

Sam and Mary had turned down the invitation to join them for movie night, so it had just been the two of them on the couch. There was more than enough room for them to spread out, but even still, Castiel had chosen to sit directly next to Dean. It made him squirm a little, but he didn’t mind having the other man close.

Castiel was wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt, one of several Dean had loaned him when he’d sacrificed his grace and was suddenly in need of clothes. He may or may not have chosen that one because of how well it went with the fallen angel’s eyes. It looked good on Cas, Dean had no intention to ask for it back.

It had been late when they started the movie, and Dean was tired from a poor night’s sleep the day before. So he hadn’t even noticed when he’d nodded off.

The next thing Dean knew, he was slowly waking on the couch. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and another moment to realize the warm body snuggled against his chest was actually Castiel. Dean blinked down at the unruly mop of hair, noticing that Castiel had an arm across his chest and his own arm was wrapped around the fallen angel’s waist. Their legs were tangled together, their two bodies fitting together easily.

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