448. Slytherins can’t stand having a messy inbox and will reply to messages as soon as they get them just to get rid of their notifications
Tag: non witchy
Ok listen… when you have the blessing of the Mom Friend to fuck someone’s shit up, you know that person is bout to die and deserves it
There’s only one thing worse than coming up with names for your ocs ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s coming up with their surnames
Some good resources for that include cities, dog breeds, and less common first names. For instance the surname of one of my main characters is Bedlington, from the terriers, and another one is Myles-Morris, which is just the names Myles and Morris stuck together. If you have a baby names book or even a good dictionary, it helps. Also collect interesting surnames from your friends–as long as you ask them if they mind being immortalized in book form that works really well.
Additional ideas: Old timey trades are often surnames (blacksmith, mason, banks, fisher, ect.) Look at street names in your area, types of trees another common one (Maple, birch, cedar), Make anagrams of other words this could even be symbolic (traitor = Mr Attrior) this could recognized though so use carefully. Ask women in your family what their maiden names were or what their mom’s maiden names were. Twist around first names/add a couple syllables (Tanya = Mrs. Tanyani).
“A Thread of Tips” by Shelby
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mindblowing stuff! 😁
So, what, it goes holy ground, mmmm
the basement,
holy ground?
Tfw u disassociate and embarrass urself
Tagged by @fyeahsecularwitchcraft thanks!
1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.
2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.
APPEARANCE
I am 5’7″ or taller. I wear glasses. I have at least one tattoo. I have at least one piercing. I have blonde hair. I have brown eyes. I have short hair. My abs are at least somewhat defined. I have or had braces.
PERSONALITY
I love meeting new people. People tell me I am funny. Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine. I enjoy physical challenges. I enjoy mental challenges. I am playfully rude to people I know. I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it. There is something I would change about my personality.
ABILITY
I can sing well. I can play an instrument. I can do over 30 pushups without stopping. I am a fast runner. I can draw well. I have a good memory. I am good at doing math in my head. I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute. I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling. I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch. I know how to throw a proper punch.
HOBBIES
I enjoy sports. I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else. I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else. I have learned a new song in the past week. I exercise at least once a week. I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months. I have drawn something in the past month. I enjoy writing. Fandoms are my #1 priority. I do some form of martial arts.
EXPERIENCES
I have had my first kiss. I have had alcohol. I have scored a winning point in a sport. I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting. I have been at an overnight event. I have been in a taxi. I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year. I have beaten a video game in one day. I have visited another country. I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts.
MY LIFE
I have one person that I consider to be my best friend. I live close to my school/work. My parents are still together. I have at least one sibling. I live in the United States. There is snow where I live right now. I have hung out with a friend in the past month. I own a smartphone. I own at least 15 CDs. I share my room with someone.
RELATIONSHIPS
I am in a relationship. I have a crush on a celebrity. I have a crush on someone I know. I’ve been in at least 3 relationships. I have never been in a relationship. I have admitted my feelings to a crush. I get crushes easily. I have had a crush for over a year. I have been in a relationship for over a year. I have had feelings for a friend.
RANDOM
I have break-danced. I know a person named Jamie. I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce. I have dyed my hair. I’m listening to a song on repeat right now. I have punched someone in the past week. I know someone who has gone to jail. I have broken a bone. I have eaten a waffle today. I speak at least two languages. I have made a new friend in the past year.
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If someone ever tries the “imagine you have a bowl of skittles and three will kill you” thing, I’m gonna be so obtuse about it. I just will not understand.
“Imagine you have a bowl of skittles-“
I don’t like skittles.
“Uh, ok, imagine you have a bowl of m&ms-“
Don’t like those either.
“Sigh. What candy do you like?”
Twizzlers.
“Alright, good. Can I go on now?”
Ya.
“Imagine you have a bowl of twizzlers, and-“
Woah, woah, woah. I can’t eat a whole bowl of twizzlers.
“OH MY GOD! Just imagine you have some kind of bowl of candy, and three of the candies are poisonous!! You wouldn’t eat it would you? Right? It’s the same thing with refugees. A lot of them can be good but we can’t risk the terrorists!!!!”
Wait. …are you insinuating that we eat people?
“JESUS CHRIST”
old people really need to learn how to text accurately to the mood they’re trying to represent like my boss texted me wondering when my semester is over so she can start scheduling me more hours and i was like my finals are done the 15th! And she texts back “Yay for you….” how the fuck am i supposed to interpret that besides passive aggressive
Someone needs to do a linguistic study on people over 50 and how they use the ellipsis. It’s FASCINATING. I never know the mood they’re trying to convey.
I actually thought for a long time that texting just made my mother cranky. But then I watched my sister send her a funny text, and my mother was laughing her ass off. But her actual texted response?
“Ha… right.”
Like, she had actual goddamn tears in her eyes, and that was what she considered an appropriate reply to the joke.I just marvelled for a minute like ‘what the actual hell?’ and eventually asked my mom a few questions. I didn’t want to make her feel defensive or self-conscious or anything, it just kind of blew my mind, and I wanted to know what she was thinking.
Turns out that she’s using the ellipsis the same way I would use a dash, and also to create ‘more space between words’ because it ‘just looks better to her’. Also, that I tend to perceive an ellipsis as an innate ‘downswing’, sort of like the opposite of the upswing you get when you ask a question, but she doesn’t. And that she never uses exclamation marks, because all her teachers basically drilled it into her that exclamation marks were horrible things that made you sound stupid and/or aggressive.
So whereas I might sent a response that looked something like:
“Yay! That sounds great – where are we meeting?”
My mother, whilst meaning the exact same thing, would go:
‘Yay. That sounds great… where are we meeting?”
And when I look at both of those texts, mine reads like ‘happy/approval’ to my eye, whereas my mother’s looks flat. Positive phrasing delivered in a completely flat tone of voice is almost always sarcastic when spoken aloud, so written down, it looks sarcastic or passive-aggressive.
On the reverse, my mother thinks my texts look, in her words, ‘ditzy’ and ‘loud’. She actually expressed confusion, because she knows I write and she thinks that I write well when I’m constructing prose, and she, apparently, could never understand why I ‘wrote like an airhead who never learned proper English’ in all my texts. It led to an interesting discussion on conversational text. Texting and text-based chatting are, relatively, still pretty new, and my mother’s generation by and large didn’t grow up writing things down in real-time conversations. The closest equivalent would be passing notes in class, and that almost never went on for as long as a text conversation might. But letters had been largely supplanted by telephones at that point, so ‘conversational writing’ was not a thing she had to master.
So whereas people around my age or younger tend to text like we’re scripting our own dialogue and need to convey the right intonations, my mom writes her texts like she’s expecting her Eighth grade English teacher to come and mark them in red pen. She has learned that proper punctuation and mistakes are more acceptable, but when she considers putting effort into how she’s writing, it’s always the lines of making it more formal or technically correct, and not along the lines of ‘how would this sound if you said it out loud?’
Reblogging for reference because I’m working on this exact question for the book right now.
@candlelight-magick b e h o l d
Eyyyyyy thanks!
Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.
Farmer Brown talks as he works. This has always been known. When he is feeding the chickens, he wishes them good morning. When he is plowing the field, he thanks the soil for its service in providing his family food. So when he comes to the decision to build a temple, he speaks.
“I heard about them temples out West. The ones where people sometimes see gods, and they help humans. Well, I figure my family could use a little help. Not sure what god might make a home here-“ He sits back, wiping sweat from his brow. “-but it’d sure be nice if you were kind. My sweet little Jamie needs kindness. After Marsha passed… she’s been so lonely.”
Farmer Brown stands up, a small but bright temple before him. “Oh! Before I forget.” He places a bowl of oatmeal in the spot he cleared for offerings. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
He doesn’t look back once as he walks home.
The next morning, Farmer Brown wakes up to the sound of barking.
“Look Papa!” Jamie cries, crutches tossed to the side and a joyful smile on her face. “A puppy!”
Sure enough, a dog is happily squirming in Jamie’s lap. Farmer Brown immediately picks up the dog, putting it down a few feet away.
“Careful, Jamie! You don’t know where that thing came from. It could have fleas. Or worse!”
Jamie frowns and points out the nearest window. “She came from over there.”
Farmer Brown looks in the direction Jamie pointed. He can see the edge of the forest and can just barely make out the small temple he’d built only the day before. He looks down at the puppy, considering.
Jamie continues to chatter, unaware, or perhaps too excited to care, of her father deeply thinking. “And look, Papa. Her fur is soft and clean. She looks like she came straight out of a pet store! …can we keep her?”
Farmer Brown sighs, rubbing his forehead. “I suppose. But you gotta wash her first. Just in case. Think you can handle that?” He doesn’t even look at her crutches, only waits for her response.
Jamie’s eyes light up. “Of course! Of course! Thank you so much!” She squeals.
As soon as she stands up, the puppy perks her ears and follows Jamie, tail wagging the whole time.
Farmer Brown watches in wonder as they disappear into the bathroom: he can’t remember the last time he saw Jamie that happy. Soon, however, his brain is reminded of a thought he’d entertained several minutes earlier.
He takes his time walking to the temple; there’s no rush. When gets there, the bowl from yesterday is in the exact same place, but it’s been scraped clean of oatmeal. He picks up the bowl and leaves a pink carnation, one of Marsha’s favorite flowers, he remembers absently.
He ignores the skeptical voice in his mind and bows slightly. “Thank you.”
Then he turns around, and Farmer Brown walks home.
From behind a tree, a woman watches. She does not look godly, but she is definitely not human, not anymore. When Farmer Brown is far enough out of sight, she picks up the carnation from the temple, smiling the kind of smile one only exhibits when receiving a gift they will deeply cherish. She looks back up, staring at the house where Farmer Brown and Jamie live, now with the inclusion of an excited puppy, and the reintroduction of a beautiful smile. Her eyes are full of love.







