#white supremacy for plants

[whetstonefires]

apropos of another weird anti-grass post is that one thing i feel like should be common knowledge, but know very well isn't, is that mowing your lawn is an act simulating the symbiotic relationship grass has with grazing animals.

like. grass is eaten by grazing animals; it's one of the primary foodstuffs of creatures with teeth and stomachs that are up to the job, because it's so plentiful. a cow is a grass-predator. you'd think that would make cow the enemy of grass.

but grass is optimized to be browsed and walked on. it absorbs that shit like it's nothing, up to the point that these activities start either damaging the root-mat or cutting back the new growth so early that the plant doesn't have enough leaves to eat with.

but the rivals of grass are not so much so optimized. most non-grass meadow plants that don't pretty much lie flat (i'm generalizing wildly here obvs) have stems they depend on, that can be snapped much more easily than the vascular systems of most grasses, especially short ones, and have to start all over again if you compromise the stem an inch off the ground.

and trees, whew. a tree sprout that gets bitten off is just done. it shot its shot.

which means that grass benefits from grazing animals about as much as those animals benefit from grass. they maintain each other.

grass doesn't grow because it inherently wants to be tall. it is, fundamentally, indifferent to tall. it wants sun access, so it can eat, and if it stops growing it'll be in the shade of everybody else, so it goes for it. if everyone is getting sheared off a little above the ground, grass is winning. because grass copes with that like a champion.

and grass-dominated meadow is absolutely a valid biome, and one of the most natural environments for humans.

so mowing a lawn in order to keep it conveniently walkable and mostly-grass is like. technically inferior to hiring some goats like the Mortifying Ordeal guy, if only that could be made a convenient routine transaction and if you were willing to endure the botanically desirable side effect of goat shit. but a perfectly reasonable maintenance method for a small patch of earth you aren't actively cultivating to any other purpose. and cultivating all land all the time is a dumb unsustainable goal and i don't like it.

mowing is fine. grass, ideally local grass, basically anywhere not a desert is splendid.

it's the poisons that are literally just an offense against man and nature.

#dousing your lawn in herbicides and pesticides is like #white supremacy for plants #although honestly i think the anti-grass backlash is more like the #'all masculinity is toxic' movement #anyway #lawn culture #the circle of life #grass #grasses #hoping this does not somehow become a pokemon post like my last grass rant #hoc est meum #herbivores

[anxiouscervidae]

Now that North Dakota lawmakers are trying to make 'identifying as something other than human' illegal as an act of transphobia, can the trans community as a whole stop arguing over whether kins are serious or not

#i dont care if someone wants to be a plant. neither do the republicans. but they DO want all of us to die so #fighting alongside the juggalos and kinnies to defeat white supremacy. the internet is real

[truths89]

Spiritually Irritated

Gaslight and Gatekeep Fake ass weak

Polite white Liberal, right?

Recovering safe black,   Quite the pairing to unpack

Both masked How we maintain the caste

That shadow work gon’ put you out Like a heavy left hook knockout

Best find you a trampoline to get your mind lean Bouncing off the seen and obscene

I’m in the cut, turning over every rock weighing down on my destiny This the flex for me

Self- validation is spiritual irrigation Imma make self-knowledge my vocation

Planting seeds from the top shelf I co-sign my damn self

Harm reduction is like having astigmatism When you can have 20/20 vision

Sobriety is true realism

#truths89 #poetry #zisa aziza #negressofsaturn #white supremacy #whiteness #assimilation #trauma #masking #caste #caste system #white liberalism #shadow work #sobriety #black sobriety #healing #validation #self-validation #seeds #planting

[decolonize-the-left]

Show Me You're Indigenous

No wait let me explain.

Seeing global indigenous solidarity right now and I wanted to say I think y'all should be looking into the history of the land youre on, looking into the support your local tribes need, learning about the native plants and foods and animals around you.

If you do not want to be defined by consumerism, hyperindependence, or white supremacy you must start to build a future for yourselves outside of it.

And what does that look like if not becoming indigenous to the place you live?

Making sure that the land pilgrims and colonizers handed to you isnt something that you exploit, but actively participate in taking care of. Making sure that you don't see the indigenous people or the land as beneath you, but as equals if not teachers.

Because this is your home now too. Isn't it?

And rather than villifying the people who were here first for having a birthright claim that you dont and forcing us to assimilate to capitalism... learn about the land you inherited.

How it works, what and who takes care of it and how it takes care of you. How you can return the favor.

Show us you are not your ancestors. That the change we see online and in support of Palestine is not shallow or just a trend.

By showing through action that not only do you believe all humans are equal but that you are willing to engage and actively help dismantle the systems hurting all of us.

That you're no longer just a settler on occupied land taking advantage of the way the land and it's people are exploited.

Show us that you no longer feel like a colonized person who wants to uphold white supremacy and it's ideals. That you no longer want those privileges or any comforts bought with innocent blood overseas. That you don't want to perpetuate the systems destroying the planet and it's people.

Your people.

Show me that you know you belong on Turtle Island. Show me how you respect your home and land.

Show me that you are not "white" because you know that race was created Solely to create separation and false superiority.

Show me how you've defined yourself outside of it.

Show Me That You Are Indigenous

#show me that you're indigenous #whiteness #white supremacy #native american #Ojibwe #turtle island #usa #native solidarity #indigenous solidarity #landback #colonization #decolonize #decolonization

[honeybleed]

content & warnings: fem!reader, modern au, rockstar!jean, established relationship (reader and jean are married), conflict (is it really a honeybleed jean kirstein fic if they don’t argue) smut (a lot of dirty talk, vaginal fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, horsecock jean supremacy 🤣)

author’s note: happy birthday to my favorite character ever and husband (07/04), i’m real protective over him you know ;-; me against the entire aot fandom for him. he means the world to me and i hope this fic is great for all the jean girls (gender neutral) also, rockstar jean very much inspired by two great series on here! five husbands by @kingkonoha and reverb by @chrollohearttags make sure to check those out!

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You first spoke to Jean Kirstein as he manned the counter at a record store.

An uneventful Tuesday evening. You’d always walk around town window shopping straight after work.

You loved the record store, it was always the best place to discover upcoming bands on the board.

The only downside of going there were the chauvinistic creeps who wanted to quiz you if they saw you perusing through vinyls.

The poster behind him piqued your interest.

“Is that you? Your band?” You enquired as you pointed at the paper pinned to the board.

There was a mixture of bashfulness and pride as he answered.

"Yup... that's my band.” He said triumphantly as he turned to tear it off the push pin and hand it to you. The glimmer in amber irises dancing.

“We got a gig Saturday night.”

“Oh really? What venue?” You asked as your eyes scanned the sheet of paper with a black and white photocopied photograph of them.

He had a guitar slung around him as he was in front of the microphone, a guy with a buzzcut behind the drums and a freckled guy with a bass.

“We had a lead singer but he went solo. Dick.” He muttered under his breath.

“Anyways, why you askin’?” He teased as he wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s Mandalay downtown, you lookin’ to go?”

“Maybe if you invite me…” You giggled.

“You get an invite if I get something in return.”

The sexual tension between the two of you was thick.

Jean was tall, towering over you. With warm, sun-kissed tan skin, and veined and rugged forearms, he was your dream man.

“Maybe I’ll throw a bra on stage.”

"Damn, now you've got my attention.” He smirked, leaning his elbows against the counter as he met your eyes.

“There’s a condition. Only if you don’t totally suck. Can you agree on that?”

"That sounds reasonable enough. You got yourself a damn deal." He chuckled as he beamed confidently.

"You'll be surprised. We're gonna tear that damn stage apart."

You weren’t the kinda girl that did things for other people’s approval.

But as you stood in front of your wardrobe that Saturday evening, piles of clothes scattered across your carpet to the point the nylon pink carpet was out of sight.

Close to tearing your hair out, you never cared but for some strange reason, there was a feeling to dress to impress. Jean didn’t seem like a playboy.

But you knew the pits would be chockfull of beautiful girls, and thus the seed of insecurity was planted and sprouting.

You eventually settled on a grey denim miniskirt that was cut up by you, knee-high platform boots and an asymmetrical off-shoulder black crop top that was embellished with rhinestones in the middle with a heart shape.

Not fully satisfied, you had no time. You didn’t want to be late, and you snatched your purse as you bounded out of your place.

Jean kept his promise, and so did you. He told you he was only a rookie group, and they had been desperately looking to be signed.

But from his wide vocal range to his showmanship, you stood in the pit, absolutely enthralled and mesmerised by him.

The trio were truly in sync but it was as if they worked together to propel Jean.

His eyes lit up when he saw you in the crowds. As if the spirit that possessed him during the songs had warded off almost instantly.

You sure as hell weren’t gonna take off and throw a sweaty bra from all the heat in the tight-packed venue.

Instead, you brought one. You noticed there were already a few littered across the stage, particularly around the drum kit.

The set came to an end, and Jean thanked the audience graciously. But he made a gesture at you to head towards where he was going.

“Are you going to give me a name?” He asked as he leaned across the lockers after he tugged you down the winding hallways.

“Might as well. I did promise. Y/N.”

"What if I want to call you something else?" He grinned.

“…Like?”

"What if I wanted to call you... mine?"

“Ew…never say that again.” You burst into hysterics as you shoved your palm right onto his face.

“But I gotta give my best man some ideas when our wedding comes.”

“Wedding…?!” You exclaimed. “What makes you so sure I’m the woman you’ll marry?”

“A man can dream... and I’m dreaming right now. Besides... you did just throw me your bra. You’re definitely the one.” He cheesed as he gripped onto the lacy black bra for dear life.

He eventually ushered you out of the venue, and there was a sense of pride as you walked hand in hand to the VIP section of the afterparty.

All kinds of people called out his name, the beautiful women you worried about too. But from his actions, it seemed as if he was dead set on you.

It was jumping the gun, for a man you’d only become recently acquainted with to swear you’d be the woman he’d marry.

But in a way, it intrigued you. He had the same passion he had on stage with you.

Things started to become slightly hazy.

The lights in the club were low, you were in a secluded area so the only sounds were muffled music and murmurs of people on the dance floor.

Jean was tipsy from the strong drinks he’d downed at the bar so he kept dipping his head low now and then with a glimmer in his eye. Irises swirling with lust.

He had this effect on you, and he knows how good he does. Eyes flickering looking at your plump and glossed lips with his eyes half lidded.

Moving in closer and closer as if he would throw caution to the wind and ravish your pillowy ones.

He eventually leaned in, his scent aromatic and inviting.

"Do you want me to kiss you..?" He whispered, nudging your head to the side as he inched in closer to the bare skin of your shoulders.

You nodded almost urgently, shuddering at his breath tickling your skin.

"I can't hear you…” He sang as he ran his nose against your jawline.

"Please." You breathed out shakily.

He straightened his posture out and cupped the right side of your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in. He gave you a short and chaste kiss. It was a sweet one, so pure.

It was the beginning of your love story.

“You sure?”

Jean was in Los Angeles and you were miles apart. Or — that’s what you made him think. You were in the same town but you kept it a secret.

“I wanna surprise him.”

“Yeah, but I guarantee he’s gonna be a jackass the entire day if you make him think you’re bailing.” Connie retorted.

“Not my problem.” You said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“C’mon, Y/N! I’ve had a two-week streak here without Diva Kirstein! Do you know how rare that is? And you’re just gonna blow it out of the water and subject me to that?”

“Be a trooper!” You barked as you hung up.

A lot changed in the coming decade. He kept his promise and the two of you wed in a lavish ceremony in the private islands.

Jean was the lead singer and the trio became a quartet with the addition of Reiner Braun, a unique guitarist. So Jean could focus on singing rather than juggling the two.

Jean and Reiner butt heads at first, but bonded eventually. The two men shared a deep love of the blues as they both came from the South.

The rookie band that had to go around handing out CDs were now an established rock group that was fast on their way into going down in history.

Now it was time to break it to him, as you sat in the café of the hotel.

During rehearsals for their show tonight, he practically dived across the room when he saw your contact name flash on the screen.

“Baby, is that you?” He breathed out as he brought it to his ear, clutching onto the phone.

“Of course, it’s me you damn goof.” You snorted.

“Man, it's so good to hear your voice, you have no idea. Got on full on withdrawals without ya, y’know.” He grinned as he absentmindedly ruffled his hair.

“I know, I miss you too. Hopefully you haven’t been giving the rest of the gang a hard time, hm Diva Kirstein?”

“I may or may not be the source of our tech guy's current gray hair.” He responded with an uneasy laugh, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Take it easy on the poor guy, alright?” You took a deep breath. “I wish I was calling under better circumstances.”

“Uh oh…what’s going on, honey?”

“I don’t think I can make it to this weekend’s show, Jean. I’m really sorry.”

There was a beat of silence on the line before he spoke with an edge to his voice.

“…What the hell is going on?”

“Just work stuff…but it’s really urgent.”

“Okay…and how long is this ‘urgent work stuff’ going to take?”

You winced. It sounded like he was mimicking your words.

Jean had been in the limelight for coming near a decade now.

And as much as you hate to point out his shortcomings, he’s the man you love after all, he’s become rather spoilt and entitled.

His label loved him. Why wouldn’t they? He was their money maker. He got whatever the hell he wanted with the click of his fingers.

“Jean, I can’t hop on a flight across the States in one night…!” You protested.

Even thought you were telling him a white lie, frustration was building in your system from how he was getting.

“We haven’t seem each other in months. And you’re ditching me for work shit? If it were me, I’d cancel these damn shows and run to you.”

“Here we go with the guilt tripping, real mature Jean.” You sighed as you pinched your nose bridge. “Cos I’m not this megaceleb that can click their fingers and change things because everybody worships the ground he walks on! I’m a regular woman with a 9-5!”

“Don’t you dare use that against me.”

“You know what, call me when you stop trying to rip my head off. Happy fuckin’ birthday, Jean.” You said harshly and cut the line.

You felt bad. Because Jean Kirstein is so in love with you. It’s the sort of love you read in epics.

You’d wave a hand dismissively, but he would walk barefoot on hot coals if it meant he could engulf you in a bear hug and shower you with kisses on the other side.

You let out a sigh and looked down at the vibrant hues of the salad in the bowl. After that screaming match, it didn’t look appetising anymore.

Arguing with Jean always made you feel like shit. Married all these years, but it never calmed down. He was lava and you were ice when it came to butting heads.

Neither one of you wanted to back down.

Crowds stretched as far as the eye could see. The opening guitar chords echoed throughout the stadium.

The audience immediately went into a frenzy as the camera focused on him, projecting the handsome face onto the big screen.

He exclaimed, garnering roars and cheers of excitement and delight.

Only the ones in Jean’s inner circle knew his true feelings. There’d been many times where he was furious or heartbroken but nobody could tell.

That’s how dedicated he was. Jean Kirstein to his core was an entertainer first and foremost.

After three hours of renditions from their hits, remixed versions, and intervals with speeches from each member, Jean was more than ready to skedaddle off stage and drink himself to sleep.

He was a wallowing loser without you.

But his ears pricked up when he heard the familiar chords of ‘Happy Birthday’ begin to play from Reiner’s guitar.

The plastered fake smile suddenly morphed into a shocked expression when he saw your familiar figure wheeling a three-tier cake with sparklers towards him.

“Drama queen.” You muttered under your breath as Jean crouched and covered his face.

“What’s the tears for, eh?” You chuckled as you looked down at him, patting his head.

He gave a soft, breathy laugh, trying not to cry. His voice cracks as he manages to speak.

“…I thought that you weren’t gonna be here.”

“Well, I’m here now. Aren’t I?” You teased but were cut off as he rose to his full six-foot stature and lifted you.

By reflex, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he pressed his face into your shoulder.

The crowd chanted his name and he struggled to wipe the huge smile off his face as he held you, unable to believe what was happening right now. Ashamed of how he yelled at you.

Marco, Connie and Reiner took it upon themselves to scoop the cake and begin to smear it on Jean and you.

You both squawked and shrieked, Jean releasing you so he could get back at the rest of them.

“Connieeeee!” You squealed as you draped your arms around him in the hallways of the venue.

“Hey, hey easy!” He whined.

Jean who was rather tipsy from the celebratory champagne leaned in and latched his lips onto Connie’s neck, sucking a purple mark onto the tan skin.

“Get offa me…!” Connie protested as he squirmed in Jean’s iron grip.

“Can’t I show my buddy some love?” Jean chuckled as he wrapped a bicep around Connie, putting him in a headlock. So much so, that Reiner had to pry Jean off.

“Go spend some time with your missus, huh? Since you were sulking all day cos you thought she wasn’t gonna come.” Reiner guffawed, pushing Jean towards you.

You felt your stomach flutter as there was a predatory glint in his eye as he zeroed in on you.

Yanking you into the dressing room, he lowered you onto the plush seating of the velvet couch.

Kissing Jean was an otherworldly experience, especially when he was away from you for months. The way he would explore the recesses of your mouth with his tongue.

Lapping it up, his fingers digging into your skin to grip your jaw. He wanted to devour you whole.

Sometimes, you’d have to grab a fistful of his hair to yank him away to catch your breath.

Lips swollen and bitten, tingling sensations roaming from your mouth to your core, light stubble grazing your soft skin deliciously that would elicit audible reactions.

You whined his name and pulled him away, chest heaving.

“What?” He sulked.

“I need to breathe, y’know!”

“Can't have you dying on me now, can we?” He chuckled darkly as his forefinger curled to run across your jawline.

His fingers slid under your panties and rubbed against your wet folds. As he leaned in closer, his lips brushed against your ear.

"Do you want me to fuck you right here, right now?"

It felt heavenly. His fingers always knew what made you tick. However, your heart pounded at the prospect of the others walking in.

“I do...so much, I missed you so fucking much.” You stuttered, pussy throbbing around nothing as his fingers continued to stroke your slit, purposely teasing and not fully plunging them in.

"Perfect." He said, locking the door behind you. "Let's make some noise.”

“You're so nasty...”

“Let me make you cum." He started rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb. "We'll see how nasty I can really be."

He revelled in your reactions closely, the wetness of your cunt, the way your body trembled under his touch.

His cock throbbed in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to be inside you. He leant down and bit your neck lightly.

“I want more..mmph…” You said hoarsely as you leaned back to give him more access to the skin of your neck.

"More, huh?" He asks, his voice husky with desire. "I can give you more."

His other hand reached around to squeeze your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple causing you to jolt and gasp into his mouth.

"But first, let's make sure you're nice and wet for me."

“M'gonna cum, Jean...” You whined pathetically as your walls pulsated around his digits. “Gonna cum for you..”

He licked his lips at the sight of your face contorting into expressions of pleasure and need for him.

"Fuck, yes..." He murmured as he felt your orgasm hit. "That's it, baby...cum for me."

You skipped out on the afterparty. People were disappointed since it was the last concert of the long tour but Jean couldn’t care less.

He needed to be buried inside you, as soon as possible.

He didn’t even give you a chance to fully undress and kick off your heels as the two of you walked back into his hotel suite.

“Slow down you idiot, we got all night!” You laughed breathlessly as he hurled you to the bed with Goliath-esque strength.

“Need you now.” He muttered, his face in your neck again as he hurriedly yanked off his belt.

You eventually both undressed, and you gasped out as you felt his erection press against your bare thigh, already seeping with pre-cum.

"Gonna fuck you now..." He whispered, his hands gripping your hips. "I’m gonna make you scream my name."

It’d been too long. And you forgot how you used to stretch yourself out to take his dick. You were already soaked from all the teasing and riling up in the car journey home not to mention the way he finger fucked you in the dressing room.

“Too big...” You whimpered when his fat tip grazed your drenched slit, puffy with arousal. “Not gonna fit..”

"Shhh...I'm sorry, baby. We can slow down." He reassured you as he smooched your forehead tenderly.

"Let me make sure you're okay."

He stroked your hair until your breathing calmed down. When he felt your body relax, he moved back between your legs.

"Let's try again," He whispered as he sucked your neck, teeth grazing the skin. "Spread your legs for me, you want it to fit, don't you?"

“I do...want you in me, Jean...so bad...” You panted, long nails digging into his beefy forearms.

He smirked, feeling a surge of desire coursing through him. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds.

"Good girl," He murmured, his voice husky with need. "I'm gonna take you nice and slow, baby. Just relax and let me in."

With a controlled thrust, he began to slide into you, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. He scrutinised your face, gauging your reactions, making sure not to overwhelm you.

"You're so tight around me, baby. I can't get enough of you, y'know that right? My girl." He groaned, his hips pressing closer to yours. "Only my girl knows how to take me in this good...look how that pussy is sucking me in...shit, baby."

His pace became hasty, the sound of your bodies slapping against each other filling the room. He leant down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as he drove deeper into you.

“Cos...it's only for you...” You mumbled, pulling him impossibly close as if your bare chests slick with sweat wasn’t already flush.

You were on cloud nine, the drought was being blessed with thunderous rainfall. And you were beyond grateful, damn near about to cry as your toes curled and your fingers dug into his sides.

The fat mounds of your breasts against his soft pecs, your soft belly against the rigid and taut muscle of his abdomen, the hair slightly tickling.

His sanity was slipping, his restraint shattered by your words. He picked up the pace even further, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he struggled to hold back his orgasm.

"Fuck...that's it...say it again. My girl...my fucking girl..." He mustered out between gritted teeth, feeling a familiar tightening in his abdomen.

His body convulsed as he released inside you, his release mixing with your juices, coating your walls milky white.

He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily, his forehead resting against yours.

"Goddamn.”

“Happy birthday baby.” You heaved out as you leaned in to kiss his temple. “Yell at me again on the phone like that and I’ll ditch you for real.”

He sharply nudged your side, causing you to erupt into laughter.

“Ow…!”

“Well, you lied to me so I’d say it’s even.” He responded as he stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving.

author’s note: omg this is so rushed please forgive me 😭😭 but i wanted to write rockstar!jean for so long anyways. if you enjoyed, please reblog n leave feedback 🥹

#jean kirstein x reader #aot x reader #aot smut #aot x female reader #aot x black!reader #jean kirschstein #aot x fem!reader #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles #jean kirschtein #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschstein smut #aot x black reader

[meraxesmoon]

Ok but imagine the adventures of Daemons Bastard!reader and grumpy grandpa Balerion!!!!

I’m seeing reader coming out and spending her first nights with Daemon and his fam sneaking out to gramps and curling up against him and just crying silently until she falls asleep😭😭😭

Then some random losers one day make fun of reader in the palace courtyard for being a bastard and gramps just pokes his head in and is NOT amused

Gramps just sensing when reader wants to leave somewhere and just yoinks her out of whatever situation she’s in

note: pap pap balerion supremacy

warnings: yandere content, but like, centered around bastard! reader and her dragon, if you squint readers mother is a sex worker, first time dragonrider, I'm obsessed with bastard (name), like she's my daughter tbh

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She absolutely hated Dragonstone, or whatever this cursed place was called.

It was dreary and cold, but she supposed that the weather matched her emotions perfectly. She had a good life before the Targaryen's entered it. She had lived peacefully with her mother and two younger brothers. They had a small hut away from the city, and it had been beautiful. Her mother had a love for plants, so they had a gorgeous, yet humble garden at the back of their home. (Name) thinks that she misses her cat the most, and her brothers.

Mostly her beloved mother.

Her sick mother, who could barely work and provided for them via means she did not appreciate. Everything had been fine until he had shown up. The day (Name) met her father was the worst day of her life. She had been looking after her younger brothers when a white-haired man showed up on their doorstep, and the way her mother's face contorted at the sight of Daemon should have been her first warning that the night would end up terribly.

And it absolutely had.

She had been devastated when she was dragged away from her mother and brothers, and she had been horrified when he loaded her onto his dragon Caraxes like it was nothing. It was, obviously, her first time seeing a dragon, and Caraxes had been huge, both in size and personality.

It had been horrible the rest of the night, because Daemon had forced her to meet his wife and children. Seeing Aegon and Viserys reminded her of her younger brothers, so she had wandered off to the shore once dinner was done to sob about the predicament she had found herself in. (Name) had always been tough, her mother would call her that all of the time.

Now she just felt vulnerable.

Feeling alone, she collapses against a mount of rocks, her small body shaking as she thinks about the circumstances that had led up to this. Except... the mountain of rocks started to shake and make odd sounds. (Name) shoots up from her leaning position and tries to look for a quick escape. Instead, she breathes heavily as the mountain of rocks becomes a very, very large dragon. He was about ten times larger than Caraxes, and he was so dark that the only clear thing she could see were his smoldering eyes, slitted and narrowed at her.

Now, (Name) may have not been around dragons her entire life, but everyone knew about The Black Dread.

"Oh, Gods..." she mumbles, her lips turned downwards in a nervous manner. (Name) looks at the ginormous creature in front of her and can't help but take notice of how beautiful he was. Once her eyes got accustomed to the darkness of night, she could see his black scales and his large snout. Balerion's nostrils flare as he glowers down at the small human before him, she was so tiny that she looked like an ant to him.

Wiping the tears from her cold cheeks, (Name) wonders why this fearsome creature hasn't burnt her to a crisp yet. She had woken him from a nap, and she knew how unpleasant that could be. Not only that, but she had heard that Balerion was the oldest dragon, even more old than the Queen of Dragons, Vhagar. He was well past two hundred at this point, and (Name) was surprised to find him here of all places.

Though... Daemon had mentioned something about his older brother dying recently and that the king was a good man. King Viserys had been Balerion's last rider, so maybe the dragon was just trying to find somewhere to rest. So, this had been her uncles dragon, (Name) realizes as she stared at the majestic creature in front of her.

Balerion lets out a loud sound, one that sort of reminds her of a sound a cat would make when excited, and he bumped her with his nose, knocking her over immediately. (Name) let's out an 'oof' before falling on her behind. However, a giggle left her lips as she did so, finding the whole situation quite funny. This dragon, who was about fifty times her size, just booped her with his huge snoot.

Balerion adjusts his weight, and his huge, battered wing comes down next to (Name), and he lets out another sound, this one more whistle-like. His crimson eyes connected with (Name)'s, and she freezes when she realizes that she can understand what he wants from her. It was like something just connected in her brain, chaining her consciousness to Balerion's.

Hesitant, she grabs onto one of the many horns sticking out of him and she starts to climb up Balerion's wing, her skin tingling as she felt his scales. Balerion had many scars and blemishes on his body, showing how experienced he was, and (Name) found that amazing. She makes it up to his back finally, and settles on a saddle, which was much too big for her. Her small hands gripped the steering straps and she nervously wraps them around her wrists, just to make sure she wouldn't go flying off.

(Name) didn't know High Valyrian, but she remembered something Daemon had said before Caraxes had started flying.

Steeling herself, (Name) shouts out the word.

"Soves, Balerion!"

And they fly.

i just made this a lil drabble of the first night, I'll do more parts bc i love this concept ♡ also I love dissecting how the bond between a dragon and rider works, it's so interesting to me

tbh vhagar being claimed by aemond is my favorite scene

#cw: yandere content #cw: yandere blog #cw: yandere #yandere daemyra #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere team black #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere content #yandere #kay writes #rhxegal

[all444miles]

can you please do 42!miles with a baddie like a Megan type vibe? SHE HAS A PINK JEEP

💗💗💗💗

— SHE A BADDIE

— pairing: e42!miles x fem!black!reader — genre: fluff — summary: what its like for 42 miles to date a reader with a "baddie like megan" vibe. — a/n : i felt like i was a lil lazy writing this, sorry ! can yall tell i got excited abt the jeep n the attitude part.. its litch what kept me writing this whole thing 😭 also, a car creeper is those lil things u slide under to fix the underside of ur car — a/n 2: changed the way i start writin a jus a lil, petition for head over heels 42 miles supremacy !! + this was so fun.. like i was writing this n i was like "lemme be this when i grow up" LMAOOO so ty for the request anonnn, mwah and enjoy !!

MILES FALLS IN LOVE with you every second. like, honestly, just do anything, he's wrapped around your finger.

maybe he'll try and hide it, but you make him fold 24/7. you dont even have to do nothing.

it's just something about your energy, the way you dont give a damn about nothing, he just loves it. y'all are like beast boy and raven.

"mama, you killin' me right now." "hm? did i do somethin'?" "i love you so, so much. i swear, you make me weak." "aww, hun, I love you more." "yeah, keep dreamin'. now, lemme love on you."

hype man, hype man, HYPE MANN

when I say if you want to do anything he's here for it, he's here for it.

you wanna get your hair done? he's at your service.

you wanna go to the mall? he's already throwing you the keys to your jeep.

you wanna get your nails done? show him your options (he always likes the french tips, esp this.)

"Y'know Miles, i think this set ain't looking too good no more.." "You wanna get new nails?" "Mhm, wanna help me pick?" "'Course I do, let's see em."

does not care what you wear, he's always gonna say you look gorgeous. plus, he can fight. but, he's always got his hands on your waist. always.

you're your own girl, he knows that. he spoils you, yes, but he'll always let you do your own thing.

he can't explain it, but when you refer to him as "my man", or your anything, really, it does something to his heart.

yk when latto goes "ty to my man"? yeah, that's you.

"My nails? Yeah, my man helped me pick 'em."

you have attitude. Miles doesn't mind, he's a "yes ma'am" kind of guy, but if it's to him, hes gonna shut you down.

a lot of the times, you won't care, and it won't end in an argument, becuase he's still shutting you down regardless.

"Miles, you lost your shit or sum." "Amor, drop that tone f'me, aight?"

you are a party animal, and Miles? He'll just be in the back, watching you do your thing with your friends. If you ask him to dance with you though, he will for sure.

Will he throw money on you? Yes, yes he will. (Not sexual btw !)

Your jeep. He has his own car, but he honestly loves yours the best.

He helped you decorate it, all pretty and pink

He will happily get in your jeep while you blast Megan or Rihanna because c'mon now, who wouldnt?

I'm insistent he's good with mechanics, so he'll tune your car whenever you need him to, bryson tiller or tory lanez playing while he does so. (i'm losing my shit rn.)

"Cariño, ¿puedes pasarme esa llave inglesa? It's to ya left." (Baby, can you pass me that wrench?)

he'd say, sliding out from the car creeper under the hood of your pink jeep, sliding back in after you passed him the tool.

and after about 15 minutes, he'd come back out, putting a dirty cloth over his shoulder, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

its a sight to see: white tank top, slightly stained with grime from fixing your car; his favorite gold chain glistened in the sun, adorned with beaded glints of sweat from his neck.

"Aight, i think she's good, you can start her up if you wanna." "Yay! thank you for fixing my car, baby, I love youu."

you'd squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck to plant a kiss on his cheek, your pink tinted lip gloss staining his face.

"Ain't no problem princesa, I love you too."

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

#— 🍧: 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 ! #miles morales #atsv #earth 42 miles morales #prowler miles #spiderman #atsv miles #earth 42 miles #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales blurbs #black!fem!reader #atsv imagines #atsv prowler #atsv miles morales #spiderman atsv #atsv x reader #miles morales appreciation #miles morales imagines #earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales drabble #miles morales earth 42 x reader #miles morales fluff #miles g #earth 42!miles #42 miles morales #earth 42 #earth 42 miles fluff

[botaniqueer]

Seed Sources

I updated the sources list for 2024! Here is the Google Docs link for sharing off Tumblr. A lot of my gardening guides are written with the Pacific Northwest in mind, but this should useful for most folks on Turtle Island. For people elsewhere I'm not 100% sure how many of these are able to ship off-continent but it's worth checking out! EDIT: I have found out the hard way that indented bullets do not work on Tumblr for web browser so I have tried my best to make them visually distinct. The Google Doc is formatted properly though.

General/Big Brand Seed Shops

Burpee Seeds

Ed Hume Seeds

Johnny’s Seeds

Renee’s Garden

Territorial Seed

Independent online fruit and veggie shops 

(More exotics and rare cultivars)

Adaptive Seeds

Breeds plants specifically to adapt them to the Pacific Northwest

Alliance of Native Seedkeepers

Indigenous-owned seed company

Experimental Farm Network

A network of plant breeders with an extensive collection of unusual cultivars and species of edible plant that don’t commonly appear elsewhere.

Very reputable

Pro-Palestine

Fedco Seeds

Good on social justice issues and have awareness of white supremacy

Maui Seed Company

Lots of Hawaii-growing species, plus soaps!

Pricey

Smart Seeds Emporium

Some of the photos are enhanced stock photos which is a little annoying, but I have ordered from them

True Love Seeds

Works with Black and Indigenous populations to source seeds and does education projects regarding race and ethnicity

Contains unusual seeds from breeding projects

Pro-Palestine

Uprising Seeds

Pro-Palestine

Local to the Pacific Northwest

Succulents and Other Ornamentals

Mesa Garden

Smart Seeds Emporium

Lots of ornamentals in this shop as well as food plants

Germination can be inconsistent on some of their seeds

Avoid/Blacklist

Baker Heirloom Seeds

Take credit for seeds from other sellers, including Indigenous farmers.

Work with Cliven Bundy and upholds white supremacy

#plantblr #plants #resource #Remembered I had a seed sourcing list and figured I should update it for 2024 after making that post

[ainescribe]

the irony of being indian and supporting israel is completely omitting british colonialism from your history and walking over the sacrifices of people who were labeled terrorists, who died to free us. we're a free people because of them. and supporting israel is pure disrespect to that.

what would bose say? gandhi say? nehru say? all these men were not perfect human beings. they had flaws. but they wanted us to be free. they were arrested, assassinated, silenced, humiliated as they rallied for freedom. india once stood for palestine. a lot of us still do, those who refuse to let people suffer, those who still hold their humanity close.

you call yourselves nationalists yet you forget the scars the west brought upon us. you forgot jallianwala bagh. you forgot the bengal famine. you forgot the artisans who lost their businesses, their hands and pieces of our culture. you forgot the farmers who lost their revenues, razing their crops and their source of income and food down to plant indigo just to dye british clothes. you forgot the women raped, the children murdered, the traditions lost, the cultures appropriated, the razing of queer and sexual identity to the ground. all of them. you have forgotten all of them.

in the end, the extremists in this country are bootlickers to white supremacy and islamaphobic rethoric. we're already mimicking the actions of our oppressors. we're already silencing the voices of minorities. we're already letting states burn and hate crimes run rampant as we begin a regime of fascism of our own.

we're still the west's dogs in the end.

we were never free.

#from the river to the sea #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free gaza #free palestine #israel is an apartheid state #india #colonialism #britain #british #noah schnapp #i am ashamed.

[ramayantika]

Iconic Bollywood women but make it aesthetic

Madhubala

Writes letters, silver jhumke, light coloured flowy kurtis, reads poetry, loves jalebis, has the most beautiful smile, gentle soul, doesn't know how many people fall for her, loves children, moon gazing, dreams of living in an haveli, night time existential crisis, wants to twirl in a white anarkali while someone showers marigold petals, black and white Bollywood movies, falls in loves deeply, stores every small memoir of her friends and loved ones.

Rekha

Desi dark feminine energy, has the most updated wardrobe, blessed with wit and sarcasm, center of attention in a room full of people, best dressed, piercing eyes that gaze deep into your soul, laughs loud and hard, silk sarees, gajra in her hair and wrists, walks like a queen, rarely posts on social media, highly intimidating, eats the spiciest pani puri/gupchup/golgappa, Miss Popular, will turn you breathless with a side glance.

Sridevi

Literal embodiment of sunshine but hides her inner feelings, secretly in love with a boy in her neighbourhood, wears colouful bindis and juttis, has learnt singing and dancing, loves sitting beside ponds and rivers, possesses mischevious eyes, you can never be angry on her, can transform into an outspoken diva within seconds, acts like a heroine in her room or when home alone.

Madhuri

Has a proper skin care routine, loves chocolates, loves eating achaar, light lipsticks, the most graceful in the room, fake scenarios expert, blushes easily, hates waking up early, plant mother, loves playing with puppies, makes birthday cards for everyone, breezy outfits, has the best thumkas to rock a wedding sangeet, warm hugs and forehead kisses.

Aishwarya

Owns too many sarees and desi outfits, gold jewellery, perfectionist, artist but chose science, loves reading about history, philosophy and space, a hidden genius, your school/college crush, can and will beat you in a debate, gajra supremacy, has a pretty voice, should be a model, loves winter, holds hands under the bench, winks and steals your heart.

I know there and many more but abhi ke liye itna hi? Plij! Also do tell who else do you want to see so I can post them in the other parts.

#samridhi speaks #desiblr #types of girls #desi aesthetic #bollywood #aesthetic

[sylwanin-was-right]

Teylan also made a comment before making tsaheylu with the plant that they might not be true Na'vi because they werent raised that way and never knew their clans songs and stories. I really like that Ri'nela reassured him that because they held onto their faith (their faith in Eywa) and because they born Sarentu Na'vi but are reconnecting, they are Sarentu Na'vi regardless of their circumstances.

I relate to that on a personal level as someone trying to reconnect to my own cultures. I'm not as close to naming my tribe as Ri'nela, Nor, Teylan, So'lek, and the others, and outside of the game, I know there will be great obstacles to researching my heritage (like the notorious "1870 wall"), but I also know I have a peoples and we were resilient, as evident of our survival, and my life today. Its important to be rooted to your ancestors and to the land as a reconnecting, decolonizing person. But often times imposter syndrome takes over and I feel like I cant or even shouldnt find and name my roots, and honor them in my everyday life through my personal identity.

That anxiety is sourced from many places, including personal issues. But external factors like the forced of white supremacy are a major obstacle to feeling secure in reconnecting. Teylan probably feels similarly, since he among the kidTAP-ped generation was relatively the most suggestive to RDA information. I relate to his anxiety around exploring his roots when faced with their prescence. But I also love the reassurance the whole squad has that nothing can undo what they already are. 💙

#oel.mine #Teylan #avatar frontiers of pandora #frontiers of pandora #frontiers spoilers #sarentu #na'vi

[wakandamama]

You ain't raise the Federal minimum wage.

You ain't erase student debt

You didn't place rent or interest caps

You didn't protect affirmative action and positions of Diversity and Inclusion at a federal level

You didn't protect our rights as citizens to our personal bodily autonomy

You didn't protect People of Color

You didn't respect and act accordingly to tribal treaties with MULTIPLE Native American tribes.

You allowed the 90% complete erasure of the separation of Church and State violating MILLIONS of citizens religious and cultural freedom rights

You allowed, as defined by both domestic and global law, cruel acts of inhumanity against immigrants, refugees, and minority citizens of this country. At federal, state, and local levels

You allowed those immigrants interment camps to remain

You allowed further millions of Americans to die from a public health crisis

You allowed further degradation of our already fragile and corrupt systems of regulations for the things we need to have in order to survive and provide for our familes

You allowed the continued progress of militarized police brutality and the devaluing of justice

You allowed the economy to turn to absolute shit for anyone not a fucking millionare

You are ACTIVELY FUNDING AND BACK MULTIPLE GENOCIDE THAT AMERICAN PEOPLE DO NOT FUCKING WANT TO DO!!!

You are ACTIVELY ALLOWING THE ESTABLISHMENT OF DOMESTIC MILITARIZED FASCISM AGAINST AMERICAN CITIZENS

You are ACTIVELY ALLOWING THE POWER OF VOTING TO BE RENDERED NEAR NULL AND VOID BY IGNORING AND NOT FEDERAL BANNING ACTS OF GERRYMANDERING

You are ACTIVELY AVOIDING THE REASONABLE MEASURES THAT NEED TO HAPPEN AT A NATIONAL LEVEL TO PREVENT OUR PLANT FROM BEING UNHABITABLE IN 40 YEARS

Every campaign promise you declared, has failed. Spectacularly and Exponentially, fallen on your face, failed to accomplish. To the point you have grossly lied and coved up most of atrocities and violations of citizens rights, then have the nerve to gaslight the nation as evidence is live streamed to us.

This statement covers more than either of those two old white privilege fucks about to thumb wrestle over whose turn is it to helm the final stage of America's fascism. This about all the politicians in Congress, in State Houses, in Mayors Office, who fill their pockets, lie, and sell out the citizens that trusted them to do the right thing. To actually want to improve our nation and communities for the longevity of our nation.

And for any blue or red coated muthafucka wearing the white glazed goggles of white supremacy wants to argue me bout "lesser of two evil" as the Black ass and Indigenous ass daughter of a man who march in the Million Man March and has been protesting since shes was 11 please fuck all the way off.

#politics #police brutality #poverty #genocide #fascism #american fascism #this country is a joke #fuck trump #fuck biden #fuck congress

[globalriseofblackpeople]

A lot of black men think black women are they only ones rejecting misogyny. Black men think misogyny is their friend when in reality it’s apart of white supremacy that’s plagues the whole world . White supremacy has men of all races suppressing the feminine energy around the world . In men’s mind the world being at balance is them sitting on top of everything else being beneath them like women , plants , animals . That’s is a European mindset . When true balance is everything working together .

Why you think so many nations slaughter animals but the millions they have no regards for nature and the ecosystem. Why you think so many nations have laws against women . Why do you think so many nations disintegrate forests like it’s nothing .



#misogyny #white supremacy #white insanity #black power #knowledge #black women #black men #black knowledge #racism #global issues

[veganpropaganda]

‘There is no ethical consumption under capitalism’. This is sometimes invoked to dismiss the vegan ‘lifestyle’ as futile. What are your thoughts?

Ah, the rallying cry of people who don’t want to think critically about their own participation in a violent system. This is rhetorical violence at its finest. We exist within capitalism as both victimizer and victim. And we have to make choices every single day about the extent to which we perpetuate violence to one another.

Do you personally have the tools to eat a plant-based diet at all times? Maybe, maybe not. But do you believe in animal liberation, or do you mock it? Can you adjust your attitude to be inclusive of vegans/ism where you are able? Those are the real questions. Because I’m guessing by most people’s relentless, vicious antagonism toward animals and vegans, the answer is secretly that we hate other animals. But if that’s the case, own it. Own the fact that liberation is not your goal, but a better position on the hierarchy. And own the fact that you don’t want to deconstruct white supremacy and systemic oppression. You want it to work better for you and yours.

About media theory, tokenism and total liberation. Interview with Christopher Sebastian by Trudi Bruges of CripHumAnimal

#vegan #veganism #animal liberation #total liberation

[commajade]

i had a korean friend (living in korea, not korean-american) who told me once that he thought korean people felt a kinship toward black americans because of their history of being continuously exploited (on the korean side he meant by china/japan/the US). obviously i took that with a grain of salt because i'm not ignorant of korea's relationship to antiblackness but i still think about it a lot.

i think an important distinction needs to be made here in which the people of korea, the people of the korean peninsula, the people of joseon, are an ethnically homogenous civilization with a shared national identity of 500 years under the kingdom of joseon and shared cultural history of 5000 years. the koreans who are able to enact material and ideological antiblackness right now are the ones benefitting from the US neocolony that is the republic of korea and the ones that are diasporic (especially in the imperial core). the dprk has historically been aligned with the ongoing political struggle of black people in the US and the black panther party frequently published the writings of kim il sung.

here's a document from the dprk about US antiblackness and the oppression of the black panther party around 1970.

and if you see here, it's simply on a basis of morality and moral political ideology that the korean people stand with black people in the US, there doesn't have to be emotional commonalities. it is simply political and moral necessity to speak up about our support. we are being oppressed by the same regime of US empire and global white supremacy and racial capitalism, it is of the utmost importance to stand in solidarity with other people in struggle.

it's also very cool to see this kind of document. "trenchantly flaying the US imperialists for their occupation of South Korea" goes sooo hard. the US is indeed "the chieftan of world imperialism, the ringleader of world reaction and the common enemy of the world people." the dprk's political morals are a really refreshing reminder that korean people do not all have the same relationship to global hegemony and there have always been korean people who are against empire and struggling for liberation.

and what you're actually talking about here is about the empathetic resonances between the political struggles of black people and korean people, which do exist. they are there and it's important to feel them to begin any kind of political work as a korean person, though politics should not be based around anecdotal and emotional resonances only. korea was known as the shrimp between 2 whales between china and japan for 5000 years and china's word for korean people is eastern barbarians. many artistic, technological, and cultural innovations credited to china and japan are actually korean. china and japan would kidnap hundreds of artisans and scholars every time korean people invented something they wanted and usually the korean kingdom (unified silla, joseon, etc) was a vassal to china or economically beholden to japan so they couldn't stop it. even cherry blossom trees that are the japanese national symbol were first taken from the silla kingdom. and then planted all over joseon during japanese occupation hundreds of years later to show that joseon now belongs to japan. the constant cycles of theft, labor exploitation, disrespect, and humiliation are present in both peoples for sure. and korea spent decades freeing ourselves from japanese colonization and succeeded, only to be overtaken by US military occupation 3 days later. and then divided in half and made to be in perpetual war with our other half.

there are resonances with black people's constant struggle against institutional, ideological, and cutlural violence that seems to be never ending because of the strength of the US empire and global antiblackness. but both of our people can and will be freed, and the empire is decaying as we speak. we both have a lot of our people working for the colonizer's side but that can shift as well. i believe it. we have the same enemy and we outnumber them, we have been struggling for liberation and will one day succeed.

the important distinction here as well is that black people have singularly been exploited in the form of chattel slavery and the ideological work of whiteness to justify chattel slavery is the racial formation of the entire world. the entire world operates on an economic and ideological system of antiblackness.

i think every korean person coming to terms with the truth of the world needs to necessarily do massive amounts of academic and internal and physical work to come to terms with global antiblackness and our part in it, to redistribute any resources we have and support black people's vital struggle against empire. that is the first step to actual material solidarity, korean people have to make those changes within themselves and their lives first. like to even be able to relate to black people normally without the distortion of global narratives about blackness is going to require a lot of work. restructuring the way you and relate to the world and changing how you move in the material world as a result of that political realignment is deeply necessary for undoing the antiblackness embedded in everyone.

#asks #korean history #dprk #long post

[hiswitchcraft]

hey, hope you are well!

i'm a beginner witch and one of my goals in witchcraft is to eventually do deity work.

i was wondering if you could give me any insight into the practice you may have and any things to look into on this path?

thanks so much!

So deity work is actually not an inherent part of witchcraft! Not all witches are religious, Pagan, or work with deities. I don’t. I just practice the craft, so unfortunately I don’t have a lot of insight on that front.

If you’re new I do have some general insight and things I think a new witch should keep in mind, things to watch out for, you get the idea. You were probably asking about deities but I'm gonna tell you these things anyways!

What I Think a New Witch Should Know

Bad ideologies - I'm not gonna sugarcoat this one. There's a lot of nazis and TERFs lurking around. New age stuff can be (almost always is) a pipeline to ideas that are based in white supremacy and anti semitism and I see a lot of people just ending up caught in the web of anti semitic conspiracy theories when they're into new age stuff. A lot of TERFs will say things like "we're the daughters of the witches you couldn't burn" or that only women are magical or can be witches. Now the concept of the divine feminine has been appropriated and is turning people into tradwives and TERFs and spreading bioessentialsm and basically just spreading transphobia and taking people down the alt right pipeline. I know I mention this is a lot but it's really important to me! Practice research skills. Consider where ideas come from and their history before internalizing them.

Each witch will have their own rules - I generally do not tolerate cultural appropriation and strongly encourage people to ward, so those are the closest things to rules that I preach, but at the end of the day there are no universal rules. If someone says "you have to/can't do this to be a witch" like 99% of the time they're full of shit. People who are BRAND new contact me with the same 10 misconceptions all the time. Be weary of people who say there are strict rules, they may just be preaching their beliefs as facts.

Safety & discernment - The other two kinda go over this already but this is just a general suggestion. Practice regular safety precautions and discernment! Discernment is asking things like is this suggestion safe for me? Where did this idea come from and what's its history? Or for your own practice, could this experience have a logical, not spiritual, explanation? This will keep you from falling for bad ideas and misinformation but also from burning yourself on candles, ingesting herbs you don't know anything about and rendering your medications ineffective, following essential oil advice that will give you a chemical burn, assuming that an experience is spiritual when it is not, and so much more!

Learn what you want - You wanna know what I think you should look into? Dogwhistles. Okay that was me being a little bit funny, we already talked about TERFs and watching out for them. While dogwhistles are a generally good to know I think as far as your witchcraft practice and research goes, you should learn whatever the hell you want. As I've mentioned in my pinned post, I have built my practice and beliefs from scratch and approach teaching with the same goals in mind for you. You wanna know what you should learn? I don't know. You tell me. If you want some general suggestions? Do actually learn dogwhistles. Learn about practices that are closed so you do not appropriate from them. Learn about warding and go outside and learn about the animals and plants around you! But as far as practices go, like tarot or spells or spirit work? Learn about the ones you think are neat.

Also if you wanna know about deity work, specifically working with the Greek pantheon or Aphrodite, I think @teawiththegods is pretty cool. She's nice. Ask him stuff!

I hope this helps 💕

#witch #witches #witchraft #witch tip #witch tips #witchy tip #witchy tips #baby witch tip #new witch tip #baby witch tips #new witch tips #beginner witch #new witch #baby witch #what I think a new witch should know #misconceptions about witchcraft