#witchy aunt rants

[witchy-aunt]

spoiler rant abt Lisa Frankenstein

Okay, saw Lisa Frankenstein in theaters on Friday and OMGGG

it was like heathers meets Jennifers body meets Frankenstein and low-key kinda but im a cheerleader but like not gay just the aesthetics and campy bits like it was SOOO good, and I'm saying this mainly because I am a lover of campy 80's flicks and I also love when loser freak characters have like their own kind of pop off moments I also loved it too bc it reminded me so much of Jennifer's body but like if it had a happy ending? which honestly makes sense because Diablo Cody worked on it, like Idek how to explain it but they had the same vibe even w/out the murders AND like the scene where they kill the guy in the woods? that felt so heathers to me, like it also felt like the scene In Jennifers body too but like idk it was just so heathers too especially in the way that they were doing it but it was all like if it was happy instead so i'm very appreciative of that idk it was sooo good tho I wanna rewatch it immediately like the vibes are just so like cult classic film like UGH

#witchy rants #witchy aunt rants #horror bimbo #lisa frankenstein

[artsyaech]

going into next year, remember to keep fighting for disability and mental health rights!

[PT: going into next year, remember to keep fighting for disability and mental health rights!]

remember to:

put image IDs and plain-text on posts

tag eyestrain and flash warnings (DO NOT use #epilepsy, that puts epileptic people in more danger)

remember to tag potential triggers! (very important, i hate it when posts include my triggers and don't tag it)

remember that hyperfixating on / having a special interest in a problematic thing does NOT mean you're a bad person, as long as you acknowledge the problems with it. also, i can't believe this isn't talked about more, but a hatred for a thing can also turn into a hyperfixation / special interest! example: i had a hyperfixation on harry potter in a way that i absorbed criticisms of it and knew everything about it, but only because i wanted to be able to articulate how much i hate it and why. hyperfixation / special interest in something does not mean you like it / endorse it! (rant over)

PLEASE stop clogging up disability tags with fanfiction. yes, it's good that you're representing disabilities, but instead try tagging it with #disabled character or #disabled reader or something of the sort.

something i wanna leave in 2023, but unfortunately don't think will be going away soon is ableist / saneist slang or slang that makes light of disabilities / mental health. examples of this include: "delulu", "letting the intrusive thoughts win", "psycho", "schizo" (when referring to something that has nothing to do with schizophrenia), "bipolar" (when referring to something that has nothing to do with bipolar disorder), "sociopath", "psychopath", "narcissist" + MANY more

please stop infantilizing autistic people. i'm so tired of being treated like a baby.

c-punk is NOT an aesthetic and it is exclusively for physically disabled people. and if you're not physically disabled, call it c-punk.

uplift disabled and mentally ill voices.

below is a list of disabled creators you can support!

@my-autism-adhd-blog. summer (she/they) talks about their life as an autistic individual who has ADHD. super cool blog!

@cripplecharacters. a group of mods help answer questions about writing disabled characters. learned a lot from them.

@mogai-transcriber. (nameless) (she/he/it) describes mogai posts.

@accessmogai. reign (she/her) is a great mogai transcriber too. high quality IDs for all

@cpunkwitch. super cool witchy blog. cassandra (it/he/her/neos/none) is super cool and it's nice to hear a disabled voice in the pagan community.

@crippledpunks. cool positivity blog that talks about disability and educates on cpunk

@accessfashion. multiple mods add image descriptions to outfits. super epic stuff.

@cane-you-dig-it. disability and cpunk stuff. also just a super cool and talented individual.

@autistic-af. i wish she was my aunt, she's super sweet and her cat posts always make my day!

@crippled-peeper. relatable posts tbh.

@crippled-dinosaur. dino (it/he) talks about physical disabilities and cpunk

+ many more! feel free to add to this list

#this is the first of many posts i'll be making on stuff like this #aech rambles #disability #new year #mental illness positivity #positivity #long post

[theantarwitch]

About gods, afterlifes and universes - My point of view.

This pretty much a not witchy post, but more like a long ass rant of something I had in mind since a long time, buried in myself because I have no one to listen me speak about this kind of weird spiritual stuffs, and I really want to express it somehow. Is my vision of how deities and afterlifes works, having in mind that the world is filled with religions and worldviews.

My grandma (who I didn’t knew but people said was a witch) used to say “Each person is a world”, and with the pass of the years, I cannot agree more.

Not only because each person has their own desires and ideas, tastes and dreams, ideals, thoughts, but also because is true, we are small worlds. Inside us live billons of billons of countless creatures from many shapes, forms and sizes. Since huge cells like eggs, to the smallest useless virus, friendly bacteria, parasites, funkies cells, aggressive defensive cells, fungui in our feets, mites in our skin, blood cells walking each corner of our bodies.

Each part of our bodies has a different pool of bacteria, a different group of cells, almost as if they are some kinds of countries in that small weird moving planet called “us”. Us, with our personal countries, walking around on earth, so different and similar to other people, they with their own personal unique countries. Only between humans, but what between you and a cat? Or a cat and a tree? So many differences. But all based in that ocean of living things that co-exist somehow in balance.

What we know about them? Only because our technology allows us to see until certain point, it doesn’t mean the worlds end there. Humans keep discovering smaller and smaller part of atoms, as if there is no END. Maybe each blood cell has inside millons, and millons inside them, and so on until our minds are unable to comprehend the limits. Our minds unable to comprehend if they are sentient, just because we don’t speak their language. Dang it, we don’t even speak “dog” or “cat” and they are fricking big living things who somehow understand our moods and are able to sense storms and smell carcinogenic cells. For us, ants are just stupid bugs, just because they can’t speak human and use a cellphone, no matter if they work collectively and in harmony in ways that human never did before, no matter if they contruct bridges with their own bodies and harvest fungui in their homes. They are dumb ants.

And we can extrapolate the same to the other side. What’s the world, but a mass of millons and millons of living things, encapsulated in countries, so different between others animals and plants, but all living in that unconscient rock. Because is unconscient… right? Right?

Is not like we can’t speak “earth language” … And to the planet, we are smaller than our blood cells to ourselves.

But maybe the earth does speak. Maybe is speaking all the time with the moon, maybe have centuries long discussions with the sun, maybe they are just going somewhere with Saturn, maybe the Halley’s Comet is just a fly that is doing a few spins around us before Jupiter slap it.

And to our galaxy, the planets are not more than ants. And to the universe, galaxies are not more than ants. And who knows to what, our universe is no more than ants.

Each person is a world. And each world is a person.

And just like that, each person has their own “hell and heaven”.

Some old dude in a radio said this idea: “Let’s pretend my aunt loves me af, and I hate my aunt. If my aunt dies and go to heaven, she will want to be around the ones she loves, including me. But I hate her. Is her heaven my hell? If my heaven doesn’t include her, where I will be? With her?”

I like to think that, in this case, your aunt will have just a copy of yourself. The original you will be in where you belong. And where you belong after die? It depends your beliefs.

My dumb idea is: Your afterlife depends to which afterlife you believe.

You are a Christian who believe in their God and the hell and heaven? When you die, you will be judged in accordance to his “moral code” and you will go to hell (endless physical and psychological torture depending on what you hate or make you hurt) or heaven (with God or with all what you like).

You are atheist and you believe after die your soul just disappear? That will happen.

You are Buddhist and you believe in reincarnation? You will reincarnate in accordance of your Karma.

You are a witch who believe that good souls will go another plane of pure bliss? That will happen.

You are a Muslim? Jewish? Hindu? You believe on Greek Pantheon? Old Egyptian afterlife? The endless void? Parallel universes? What you believe is what you will get.

Each person is a world. And as such, have their own plane of beliefs, heaven, hells, gods, energies.

Who knows, maybe each one of the almost endless living things in and inside us have the same. Maybe our own planet will have a heaven or hell.

Because for us is hard to understand the world in the eyes of other living things. For us walk with two feets is normal. Live inside a box, with a screen in our hands, covered by false furr, drinking water and eating bread is normal. To an elephant, normal is walk in four legs, have a thick skin, a long trunk, eat from trees and wander free for the African savanna. Maybe to our planet, normal is have lava wander in their insides, covered with water, air and crust, dancing around a massive orb of fire in the darkness of the solar system.  

And all that make other’s beliefs less valid? Not even close. Everyone must be respected on their beliefs, even if they don’t believe the same than us. If they are not assholes, of course.

What I believe? I’m not sure, my idea is pretty Buddhist in some way. I think after die, our souls go somewhere. Maybe, if we were good, our still sentient souls can go to a place to rest after the struggles of the life on earth, and in some point, choose to reborn as some of the millons of living things in this or other universe, to learn and grow. Maybe, if we were bad, we will born again, in a life where we struggle accordingly to the suffering we induce in this life.

Maybe in some point, after born and grow, we will experience lifes each time richer, until eventually we find out the truth of the existence, the root of all, the ones, or the many, the entity that carry all the universes in their hair.

#spiritual #spirituality #spirit #soul #afterlife #hell #heaven #god #gods #deity #deities #witchcraft #witch #wicca #wiccan #pagan #paganism #pantheon #witchy

[its-a-secert01]

~A father’s Love~ Elijah Mikaelson

Really excited about this one!! Hope you enjoy! And remember Request are open!!!  ______________________________________________________

* “Elijah please I beg of you.” the woman pleaded with the Original   “Now Sarah you know I would do anything for your family but this..you know not of what you ask.”  “It won’t be for long I swear, I just need enough time to make it safe for her.”   “And who’s to say she shall be safe with me, you know how my brother Niklaus is he’ll use her as a pond in one of his games.” “Yes but I believe that you would do anything to protect her and that is why I trust you, after all these years Elijah have I ever asked anything of you?”  Elijah sighed “Give her to me.” the women put a tiny little infant girl in to the vampires arms, she cooed up at him and smiled there was no possible way he could let her here to be a lamb to the slaughter.  “Alright fine I shall keep her with me until your troubles are over.” he said looking back up at the mother, “Thank you.” she almost cried, she grabbed a bag full of dippers, bottles and clothes.  “Your a good man Elijah.” she commented as she handed him the bag, “Just promise me something?” she asked she continued after Elijah didn’t say anything “Promise me if anything shall happen to me and her father you’ll raise her as your own, you’ll love and protect her always and give her this when she’s ready” Sarah handed him a box inside was a necklace with a small gold heart locket on it “I want her to know who her mother was.”  Elijah nodded “You have my word.” he said taking the box after Sarah had said goodbye to the child, Elijah put her seat in his car an they set off for new Orleans.*  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Daddy, daddy!” Leah cheered breaking Elijah out of his thoughts she ran over and jumped in to his arms “Hello darling.” he said kissing her forehead the 6 year old giggled “How was the park?” he asked  “It was great Uncle Kol went on the monkey bars.” she said smiling from ear to ear, “Oh did he now?”   “Yeah auntie Becks said he looked like a giant monkey.” Elijah laughed he loved to see his little girl smile “Well why don’t you go wash up for dinner it’ll be done soon.”  “Okay!” she chimed Elijah let her down and she ran to the stairs to go to her room.  Rebekah sighed leaning against the counter as her brother stirred sauce in a pot “I can’t believe how much she’s grown.” she said   “Yes.” Elijah said looking at her, “Seems as if I just brought her home.” he added   “Despite how i’d hate to ruin a good day we have a problem.” Rebekah said moving closer to him  “At the park Leah’s eye’s they...”  “They what Rebekah?” Elijah asked  

“They turned black, they where darker then the night sky.” she said just above a whisper “When did this happen?”   “When I said it was time to come home she didn’t want to leave she grabbed my arm and her eye’s turned black.” Elijah filled with fear “That’s what happened to her mother before she went mad.” he said  “But she’s only six! Those bloody witches couldn’t possibly be that curl.” Rebekah ranted “I’m afraid they could, was there anyone else at the park?” Elijah asked  “Not that i seen, you don’t think someone put the spell on her while we were there do you?”   “I think someone just activated her magic earlier then it should have been and cursed her to use it for wicked things.”   “What are we going to do?” she asked “We’ll have to find the person who started this.” Elijah said just then Leah came bouncing in to the kitchen holding the hand of her uncle Klaus smiling from ear to ear.  “Is dinner done daddy?” she asked “Umm yes dear.” he said Elijah placed a booster seat an Leah clammed up on the chair, “It smells so yummy!” She cheered.   “Can I have a drink with dinner?” she asked “After you eat my love.” Elijah said “But I want one now!” Leah wined   

“Now now little girl your father said after dinner.” Klaus spoke up, Leah began to breath heavily  and clinched her little fist, “I SAID NOW!” she screamed she pushed her little hand out in front of her, the table flipped over and Klaus went flying across the kitchen.  

“Bloody hell!” Rebekah said Leah turned towards her aunt with her hand still raised “Leah Sarah Mikaelson if you hurt your aunt, I’ll send you to your room for the rest of the night.” Elijah scolded the little girl lowered her hand and began to cry.   At that time a very Pregnant Haley walked in “What is going on?” she asked “I believe we have a little witch on our hands.”  Klaus said standing to his feet.  “Elijah?” she asked giving him a confused look Elijah sighed  “Her mother was a witch before i brought her to live with us, she suppressed all of Leah’s magic, Now I think someone has undone the spell and put a curse on her like they did her mother. She’ll use all her magic for evil and over time her ancestors will turn against her they’ll drive her mad eventually causing her death.”  Elijah looked down and brought his hand to his eye’s as whipping awake a tear.  “Well brother you didn’t think to tell us this could happen before, Oh I don’t know when you first brought her in to our home!” Klaus shouted scaring Leah she jumped down and ran to her father clinging on to his leg.  “Now look what you’ve gone and done.” Rebekah said to him, Hayley put out her hand to Leah, the little girl ran to the wolf’s side “it’s ok this isn’t your fault.” she said  “Uncle Klaus is just scared.” she added “I am not scare of a child!” Klaus fought back,  “Auntie Hayley can I say hi to the baby?” Leah asked Hayley smiled  “Of course.” Leah placed a hand on Hayley’s stomach and smiled when the child inside kick she got exited and giggled with joy “Ouch!” Hayley let out Klaus took a step towards her.  “I’m fine she just shocked me, when she got exited it was like electricity going through her hand.”  “Elijah she can’t control this!” Klaus said “I know brother I’ll work on it there’s not much we can do now. Leah darling why don’t you go to your room I’ll bring you some food in a minute.” Elijah said the little girl placed her head down “Okay daddy.” she said and made her way to the stairs.  Elijah rubbed the back of his neck and began to past the kitchen “We need a witch to undo a witchy spell.”  Klaus said  “Maybe devina will help.” Hayley added    “It’s possible but she herself is a young witch she might not know how.” Elijah thought more to himself “It’s worth a shot isn’t it?” she asked he sighed  “Yes I suppose you are right, Klaus talk to Marcel see if he can convince Devina.” Klaus nodded and got on the phone  “In the mean time I’ll try to keep her calm, try and stay away from Leah as best you can I don’t want you or the baby getting hurt.”  “She’s only six.” Hayley said  “Yes but a six year old with extreme power all coming on her at once as of right now she can’t control it, even if she doesn’t mean it she could still hurt you.” Hayley nodded holding her baby bump.  Elijah fixed the table and cleaned up the mess, he made Leah a grilled cheese and took it up to her room, when he walked in she was curled up under her blankets he could hear soft sobs coming from her.  “Leah darling i brought you a grilled cheese and some milk.” he said trying to sound cheerful  “I’m not hungry.” she mumbled “Come on you have to eat something.” he said setting the plat down on her nightstand and setting on the bed  “Darling It’s going to be ok I promise.” he added “I hurt aunt Hayley.” she cried  “Honey it’s okay she and the baby are fine.” Elijah said  “And what about Uncle Klaus he is going to hate me.”  “Oh that would be physically impossible love.” Klaus said walking in to the room “I could never hate you.” he added Leah climbed down from her bed and ran over to Klaus hugging his legs “I’m sorry.” she sobbed.  “it’s ok sweetheart.” he said picking her up, “Now I just want you to have something to eat and get some rest uncle Klaus and your father will make everything okay.” he said the little girl sniffed and nodded her head she had her sandwich and milk Elijah picked out her pj’s and got her changed an tucked her in to bed.  “Daddy can you tell me a story?” she asked “What do want to hear?”  “I want to hear a story about a princess.” she said “Let me handle this one brother.” Klaus said placing a hand on Elijah’s shoulder he kissed Leah on the forehead and said goodnight and walked out Klaus shutting the door behind him.  “Now.” he said sitting down next to his niece “Once upon a time there was a brave prince he was strong and noble everyone loved him but he had a secret.” Leah gasped “What was it?” she asked  “He had secret love for a princess, this princess was his daughter not many people new about her in fear his enemies would try to harm her or use her to their advantage so he kept her a secret, to everyone but those he trust...His family. And they swore to protect her from any and all harm.” Klaus took a breath  “But one day the princess grow ill and the prince was scared he would lose her, so they had to tell more and more people about her in order to save her from the illness.”  “Poor princess.” Leah said her eye’s starting to get tired “Yes poor princess indeed for she suffered a great deal but the prince and his family where able to save her with magical friends by their side and the princess lived happily ever after.”  “Did the princess have any brothers or sisters?” Leah asked “No but she had a baby cousin who she loved dearly and who loved her just as much.” Klaus said Leah smiled “good.” she whispered and drifted off to sleep.  ______________________________________________________________ Thought this be a good point to let off, I hope you enjoyed it!! 

#elijah mikaelson #daughter #klaus michaelson #rebekah #kol mikaelson #witches #father #story #the originals #tvd #alwaysandforever #family

[junearmstrongs]

hello cutest pies !! i’m bird, back at it again in and so stoked to be bringing you june armstrong! she’s the lead guitar/backing vocals for gone girls and my teeny-tiniest, sunshine-iest babe. rages about a... few things, laughs about a trillion more. baby burnout with a heart of gold ♡ (a fuckin’ lot) more under the cut!

just a pastor’s daughter from dingle bells, oregon. technically a double pastor’s daughter, since both of her adoptive parents are pastors at a church in the next town over. it’s the largest church on the oregon coast and the bane of june’s existence. it’s all fire and brimstone under a thin layer of smiling proverbs and potluck luncheons, as so many churches are. june coming out as bisexual at thirteen turned out to be a very polarizing subject for the church, and june left immediately after.

the only part of church that june ever liked was hanging out at her grandparents’ house afterwards. their entire family – aunts, uncles, cousins, and all – gathered at their estate every week and enjoyed an unrivaled sense of community built by june’s grandmother. even outside of their family home evenings, grandma madeleine had a soft spot for june and her two sisters, and would take them to every zoo, museum, opera, and theatre within driving distance, making sure they experienced all the culture that their parents had no interest in showing them.

in 2015, when june was seventeen, her world was absolutely wrecked by the passing of her grandmother. by then, june was well into blossoming into a little punk who regularly skipped gym to play guitar in the orchestra practice rooms and semi-regularly skipped entire schooldays to join beach cleanups after big storms and go to concerts in portland. after losing her grandmother, june doubled down on rebelling against her parents. the summer before she left for college, she lived on a couch in a friend’s garage so she wouldn’t have to live with her parents.

june has worked at trio cinema since she was sixteen years old and trying to convince her Very Serious Parents that she was a serious person with drive and initiative (thus deserving of more freedom). this has given her the unique opportunity to have viewed the 1980s classic ferris bueller’s day off a record 297 times. this number is constantly growing. her Very Serious Parents are not convinced that she is a serious person.

nowadays, she lives in an apartment with three girls she met in an introductory psychology course during her single year of college. the other girls have all dated each other but it’s mostly chill vibes in front of june. they make up for any tension by being what some would call overly-affectionate with her. when she first moved in with the second-most important girl group of her life, the affection was pretty scaled back, but now they’re all a little too comfortable with each other.

in an attempt to teach her some discipline, june’s parents started her in violin lessons around the fifth grade. she dutifully learned how to read music, but abandoned her violin lessons less than two years later. after that, she spent a couple of years slowly teaching herself guitar until she discovered rush at fifteen. then every single day after that was spent strumming on her first guitar (a gift from her grandmother) until she got good enough to play her favorite rush album start to finish. her foray into making her own music started out clumsily, but that all changed with gone girls. besides the time june broke her leg doing a jump off of one of her amps, there’s nothing clumsy about how hard gone girls goes off.

despite some internal skepticism, june is an enthusiastic fan of the zodiac, tarot readings, psychics, and anything relating to witchcraft. she’s cleansed every apartment she’s ever had with home grown sage and owns several different crystals for healing, joy, love, strength, etc. her love of the occult started with her aunt when she was young, primarily from watching hocus pocus and buffy the vampire slayer over and over. they also read stephen king stories and made homemade bath bombs together, which always felt particularly witchy.

her crowning achievements include: being voted “most likely to be late” by her graduating class, hotboxing a showing of encino man and calling it the ‘stoned age smokeathon 2k16’, and being blocked by director richard kelly on twitter for harassing him about donnie darko theories, questions, and straight up crazy rants.

when she’s not chowing down at rosie’s or finding inner peace at the town’s most graffitied half pipe, june keeps up to date with as many oscar hopefuls and arthouse newcomers as she can, and spends a considerable amount of late nights on her laptop, watching old classics that make her nostalgic for a time she didn’t exist in. her trivia trophies are some of her proudest possessions and her banishment from as many trivia nights some of her proudest memories.

if you’re down, check out june’s about page here and her pinterest board here! i’ve also got a connections page here that’s only halfway shitty. i’m ready af for plots and you can hit me up on discord or tumblr ♡

#religion tw #homophobia tw #death tw #junebug; headcanon #here we go!!

[parkerparts]

witchy witch, won’t you grant my wish?

Parkner Halloween Week Day 3: Witches, Magic, “Were you always able to do that?”

i was going to write a fic for today, but i didn’t have the time, so have a hc list (it’s really just a whole plot in bullet point form please read)

villager!harley x witch!peter

abbie is desperately ill, and no doctor can cure her

harley blows up at their mother, scared that the treatments are doing more to damage abbie’s health than to cure her

he storms to mj’s house, and after ranting to her, she tells him a story

“the forest is sentient. if it likes you, it will reward you and help you find what you need. if it dislikes you, you’ll die. it’s full of the stuff of fairytales - nightmares and fantasies alike”

“like what?” harley asks

“a fountain of youth, probably. magical herbs, elusive spices. maybe a gnome or dwarf or something with magical healing powers.”

harley leaps up, scaring mj, and says, “i know what i have to do.”

later that night, he sneaks out with a packed bag and goes into the forest, hoping to find something, anything, that will cure abbie

he’s been lost in the forest for about a week, and his supplies are running out, and he thinks that the forest dislikes him, and this is how he dies

but then he stumbles across a clearing

more specifically, a cottage in the clearing

harley stumbles up to the door and begins to knock, but before he can, the door is yanked open

revealing the most stunning boy harley has ever met

“who are you? how did you find me?”

harley stutters, “i’m harley, from rose hill. i was wandering around the forest, and i just happened to find your house.”

the boy looks at him for a long time, an unreadable expression on his face, but eventually he opens the door wider and gestures for harley to come in

“the forest doesn’t just let anybody find me. what makes you so special, village boy?”

rude, harley thinks, but he keeps it to himself because there’s a pretty forest person inviting him into his house, and he really doesn’t want to screw that up

“i don’t know.”

peter scoffs, gesturing in the direction of a chair as he busied himself making tea

“what are you doing in the forest in the first place?”

harley swallows hard and says, “it’s my sister. she’s sick, and i was hoping i could find something in the forest that would cure her.”

peter studies him for a long moment before saying, “i think you’ve come to the wrong place.”

“the forest led me here, and i don’t think the forest makes mistakes.”

peter looks away, but not before harley sees the hurt shining in his eyes

over tea, they talk

harley learns that peter is a witch 

he meets peter’s pet/familiar, a giant spider named ned, who’s giant and scary but actually a cuddle bear

peter trained under his uncle until he died in a tragic accident, killed by his own magic

his aunt wanted nothing to do with magic after that, so she banished peter, and peter took refuge in the woods

“i’ve been out here for three years now. i’m trying to teach myself magic with uncle ben’s books, but it’s hard, you know? and i’m scared i’m going to end up like him.”

by the time the sun is setting and the kettle is empty, harley asks, “so can you help me?”

and peter, with the trace of a sad smile on his face, replies, “i can try.”

the forest doesn’t let them leave for two months

in that time, peter trains with harley’s help

harley grows increasingly worried about abbie, but he trusts peter, and he trusts the forest, so he stays, hoping she won’t be dead by the time they return to rose hill

harley and peter also get to know each other really well

peter hasn’t seen another person in three years, and he has a lot to talk about, and harley’s fascinated by his stories

harley also doesn’t have many friends, other than mj and his sister, and he relishes in the fact that he and peter get along really well

he buries the growing crush he has on the witch

he’s never done well with emotions, and he tends to mess up the few relationships he has with other people, both platonic and romantic

he can’t afford to mess up whatever it is he has with peter, not when peter is his only chance of curing abbie

one night, on a full moon, a werewolf stumbles into the clearing

“it’s fine,” peter says. “the enchantments around the house should hold up.”

but then a noise alerts peter, and they realize that ned was outside, and the werewolf is advancing on him

“no!” peter screams, running out the door, ignoring harley’s panicked cries. “don’t touch him!”

with a surge of magic, peter curses the werewolf back into the forest and strengthens the enchantments surrounding the clearing

harley stands in the doorway and watches as peter picks up ned with shaking arms

“were you always able to do that?”

peter looks up at with shining eyes and says, “no”

a couple of weeks later, peter says he’s ready, and the forest lets them out

they take some food and water and head back to rose hill, following the path the forest gives them

one night, harley’s unable to sleep, and judging by the amount of movement coming from peter, he knows the other boy is lying awake too

“harley?”

“yeah?”

“i was reading in one of the books that magic, good magic, is strengthened by love.”

“makes sense. love is a really strong emotion, harley replies, trying to keep his voice from shaking

“i think my magic has been a lot stronger since you came.”

“it definitely has. you’ve improved.”

“harley,” peter says softly, sitting up.

harley sits up too, looking at peter with soft, scared eyes. “peter.”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

that night, under the stars, they share a kiss, full of pining and fear and hope

and maybe love

the next day, the arrive in rose hill, and harley’s so nervous that he’s practically sprinting towards his house, dragging peter alongside him

harley bursts into their house, and there’s abbie, lying on her bed, her golden hair and blowing face reduced to a grey pallor

their mother sits beside her, crying, but she looks up when the door slams open

“harley?”

“mama,” harley says, and he’s almost crying too, comforted by a gentle squeeze of peter’s hand, “mama, it’s me, and i’ve brought help.”

“i thought you died! i thought that one of my children died in the forest and the other one is dying right before my eyes.”

“mama, it’s okay,” harley says, and he’s definitely crying now. “this is peter. he’s a witch, he’s going to help us.”

his mother steps aside, and peter gets to work

when the spell finishes, abbie gasps, and her bright blue eyes blink open as a golden light fills her and spreads through her body

harley hears his mother’s choked-up cheer, and his heart lifts, but then peter collapses

“peter!” harley shreiks, catching the boy in his arms. “peter!”

peter cracks open his eyes and smiles faintly up at harley

“i did what had to be done.”

“you traded your life for hers,” harley whispers through his tears. “peter, you idiot.”

“it was the only way i could guarantee her life.”

“but i can’t lose you too.”

peter chokes out a laugh. “you’ll be okay.”

“peter,” harley says softly.

“i love you, harley.”

the light goes out in peter’s eyes, and harley cries

“peter, i love you,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to peter’s lips

then all of a sudden, like magic - no, it is magic - a golden light washes over peter’s body, just like abbie, and peter gasps awake, back from the dead

“harley!” he cries out, and harley is too amazed, too dumbfounded by what just happened to even say anything back.

“it’s me,” he eventually whispers. “it’s me.”

#parkner halloween week 2019 #peter parker #harley keener #parkner #harleypeter #abbie keener #ned leeds #michelle jones #parkner au #fluff #light angst #bella writes #bella headcanons

[whitedeergirl]

Molly Leigh - Blackbird Witch.

Molly Leigh’s cottage. Demolished some time in the 1880s.

Burslem in Stoke-on-trent is not an enchanted place. It is, I think it’s fair to say, thoroughly disenchanting. The industrial revolution arrived with its china clay and its firing kilns and its rows of narrow, overcrowded terraces, and sooted up the magic, leaving it buried under ash, potsherds and urban sprawl. But once upon a time Burslem marked the threshold between the forest and the moors, a place of fertile farms on rich creamy clay and plentiful springs. And witches.

Molly Leigh, North Staffordshire’s most famous witch, lived in a cottage in a forest on the edge of Burslem, which is a pretty perfect start to a folktale.  Born around 1685, she started to establish her witchy credentials very early by virtue of being able to eat ‘hard crusts’ at only a few hours old, and her preference for suckling animals instead of her own mother’s milk - which to be fair, would cause a stir.

She went on to further disrupt the 17th Century idea of normal by remaining unmarried, being extremely ugly, refusing to go to church, and indulging in, what seems to be, some classic trolling of the local vicar, Rev. Thomas Spencer (a notorious drunk, with no sense of humour). Oh, and she had a pet blackbird, who she conversed with regularly and was considered her closest associate. All of which makes me want to friend her on Facebook immediately.

The Reverend, however, probably wouldn’t have sent that friend request, as he was her chief accuser of witchcraft; although the whole blackbird familiar wouldn’t have helped. Ms. Molly Leigh responded to this accusation by sending her blackbird to sit on the sign of his favourite pub, The Turk’s Head, which, according to the Rev. made the beer instantly sour and caused the angry inebriate to take to his bed with dreadful and prolonged stomach cramps*. In a fit of revenge, not only did he try to shoot the poor bird, but he also accused Molly of causing him to be drunk for three weeks straight. Yes, it was definitely the witchcraft and definitely not the alcoholism. Case closed.

Despite the bloodshot rantings of the gun toting pastor, Molly Leigh lived a long(ish) life and died of natural causes around 1746. She was buried in St John’s churchyard in Burslem. Her blackbird outlived her, staying close to her cottage and clearly irking the neighbours. Enter the unsteady Reverend once more, bearing a grudge and not completely sober, he decided to break into Molly’s cottage and catch that darn bird, only to witness the ultimate beyond-the-grave trolling move: Molly Leigh sitting in her rocking chair by the hearth, chilling with her blackbird. The Rev. and his band of doughty men fled in terror.

And now I want to follow her on Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat.

Molly’s tomb in St John’s churchyard.

The Reverend, now convinced he was being haunted by the Witch, brought in three vicars from the surrounding areas to help him subdue her feisty spirit. Four Revs to deal with one Molly Leigh. They caught her blackbird, opened her tomb, some say drove a stake through her heart, and then interred the poor bird with her dead mistress. They also moved her tomb so it lay in a north-south alignment and not a christianly east-west. The witch now subdued, the Rev. went on a huge bender and had blackbird nightmares for the rest of his short angry life.  (Not a part of the original story, but my personal addition to the canon).

However, what makes Molly Leigh’s story particularly compelling is the fascinating mixture of classic folklore embroidery and hard documentary evidence. She existed. We have a photograph of her home, which was still standing in the late 19th century, and we have the paperwork: her Will has recently entered the public domain, and tells a story tantalisingly close to the folk tale.

Molly Leigh was single, had a blackbird/ black bird familiar, lived on her own and was hounded by the local vicar for her refusal to attend church, but what the folk tale doesn’t reveal is that Mistress Leigh was a single and successful business woman and landowner. She sold milk and dairy products, was a hay and straw trader, and even, according to some accounts, ran a sort of village savings bank. She owned not only her house, but houses and land in Staffordshire and Cheshire. She was a working class, powerful, single woman whom the church could not touch; a rare find for those times. Cue the impotent rage of the local clergy.

North Staffordshire moorlands. Photo by Baldhiker.

Her legendary status of solitary witch, although necessary for the purpose of storytelling, was it seems, untrue. She may have lived alone and in a fairly isolated cottage but her Will illuminates her worldly connections, and they are all women. She’d previously provided her best friend Alice Beech (perfect name), with a house and land, and not only was this left to Alice in the Will, but a stipend provided to secure Alice’s future and the future of her descendants. She did the same for her mother, aunt and cousins, but excluded, in the strongest possible terms, her step-father (although he is called father-in-law in the will), Joseph Booth:

“I do hereby expressly order and declare that Mr Joseph Booth, my father-in-law, shall have nothing to do with the rents and profits of the said lands but is hearby utterly excluded and debarred,”

Um, not a fan then.

She also ensured that the money she left to her cousin Ann was protected from Ann’s husband. A bold and progressive move at a time when men automatically controlled their wives’ finances.

She also left money enough for Alice Beech to buy forty six-penny loaves each year to feed the “poor inhabitants and widows of Sneyd and Burslem”. Her work for the good women of Burslem did not end there. On the death of her mother, aunt and cousins, she instructed her solicitor to sell her remaining estate and build a hospital for the “reception and habitation of the poor women of Burslem” and to provide them with food and clothes.

Yes. An 18th century witch built, what was probably, North Staffordshire’s first women’s shelter.

And Molly Leigh’s legend lives on. In recent times, 1979, 1987 and 1989, there have been various schemes to renovate the 16th century churchyard of St John, and even remove the churchyard for the expansion of the main road. One hundred and seventeen headstones were eventually moved and the remains re-interred elsewhere, but Molly’s tomb was left undisturbed. Her legend remaining so strong that many of the men selected for the job declined to undertake the work.

Even today, the story of Molly Leigh is passed down to the next generation, and in a truly classic homage to this iconic local witch, she even has her own spooky rhyme, to be said three times as you circumambulate her uncanny tomb:

“Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh, chase me round the apple tree,

Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh, you can’t catch me,

Molly Leigh, Molly leigh, chase me down all the holes I can see.”**

So here’s to Molly Leigh: business woman, philanthropist, feminist icon and blackbird witch.

Blackbird Art.

*That is a very useful blackbird. I need one.

** Um, I know. If I had a rhyme named after me that was so off the beat, I’d jump out of my grave and cause trouble, too.

#Molly Leigh #folklore #local history #witchcraft #witch #paganism #chant #blackbirds #magic #tomb #writing #books #writers of tumblr

[urban-witch-tales]

1K FOLLOWERS...STORY TIME!

Honestly guys you have no idea how surreal this is for me. I didn’t start this blog for followers (although SUPER appreciate it) or likes, or reblogs. I started this as a way to save all the Wicca/Witchy stuff I can find seeing as I’m somewhat a closeted witch.... So for my 1k followers I’m gonna do a little Story time.

All of my life i was raised catholic. I got baptized, did my first communion, was even in sunday school to do my confirmation while in High school, but i never agreed with it and never connected. I ended up not completing my confirmation and refused to do so. Fast forward to about 20yo, mom even asked me to complete my confirmation but I’m kinda struggling with the whole aspect of catholocism and christianity. but I also felt lost not believing in anything.  There were just too many unexplained things in life that i couldn’t just chalk up to “things happen.” I definitely believed in a high being but couldn’t commit to Christianity because there were sooooo many things that i just couldn’t deal with or agree to. At 21 I had my daughter and was having her baptized by the catholic church because thats just what we did, so even though i didnt even agree with it (nor did my bf/father to my child) its just culturally what we do. theres this class you have to take prior to your child being baptized and everything was all great at first. Priest was talking about how its our jobs as parents and god parents to raise the child in the church and to follow the path of god and jesus..... and then all of a sudden it wasnt anything about baptism, He started ranting about gays going to hell and being sinners, he ranted about premarital sex being a sin. and People having kids out of wedlock, at that point i was FURIOUS seeing as me and my bf were not married. it took everything in me to not storm out. and all i kept telling myself was that it was almost over. Had family not flown in to see this baptism i probably wouldnt have done it. but for me it was the breaking point i refused to be apart of something that was so vile. And yes i know that not all catholics feel this way and not all churches spew that bs.... but the majority of the churches i went to did. and the majority of people in my culture that were catholics/christians believed this. so i was done. 

fast forward to 24yo, october 2018.... still struggling to find something that i could agree about spiritually... i felt like i was missing something. And even spoke to my aunt about it but she couldnt really talk much about it because she was raised catholic and thats just all it had been her whole life. One day Im just thinking about it and it just popped into my head.... Wicca!! Since middle school, about 13ish i had been interested in wicca. But as mentioned above that wasnt going to happen at 13. But im an adult now and i figured i can make my own decisions and believe and worship how i want to. And thats the beginning of my path. I dove into research and studying of Wicca and witchcraft. I instantly fell in love and connected. For the first time ever i wasnt confused, or lost. everything i read i agreed, and felt like it was right. I loved the idea of a duotheistic Goddess and God. that they are omnipresent and not just some god residing sowhere far that i have to fear or i wont get into heaven. I loved that the Goddess and God werent portrayed as something you worship because they are superior, but because they work with you and are by your side. 

So because i wasnt ready to open up about this to my family i started a tumblr for all things Witchy and Wicca.... I started this for me to just keep track of all the things that interested me and that i want to try. I never for a moment thought that i was going to end up with a 1k following. This is really amazing and I have no idea even how to express the excitement i have towards this! I really hope this continues to grow. And please guys don’t hesitate to message me or send asks! I’m all for getting to know the witchblr and wiccablr community!!! 

And i want to give a shout out to my 1000th follower! @winter-vblack thank you so much!! and thank you to everyone who’s followed me thus far! 

Blessed be!! 🌒🌕🌘

~Astria Artemisia ✨🌙

#witch #witchcraft #solitary witch #wiccan witch #witchblr #witches #witches of tumblr #witches blog #wicca #pagan wicca #solitary wiccan #wiccan #eclectic wicca #wiccablr #wiccans of tumblr #wiccans blog #wiccanstuff #wiccans #everyday witchcraft #everyday witch stuff #everything witchcraft #everything witchy #witchythings #witchy tumblr #witchy things #witchy thoughts #witchy #witch tumblr #witch things #witch thoughts

[jvnearmstrong]

Headcanons 003, 004, & 005

June is a blatant and unashamed sucker for zodiacs, tarot readings, psychics, cleansing rituals, and anything remotely witchy. She’s cleansed every apartment she’s ever had with sage and owns several different crystals for healing, joy, love, strength, etc. Her love of the occult started with the Cool Aunt in her life when she was young, primarily from reverently watching Hocus Pocus and Buffy the Vampire Slayer away from the judgmental eyes of her parents.

June’s crowning achievements include: being voted Most Likely to be Late by her graduating class, walking all seven of of the Postmates CEO’s dogs at once when they were in town, and being blocked by director Richard Kelly on Twitter for harassing him about Donnie Darko theories, questions, and straight up crazy rants.

Her favorite flowers are her mother’s favorite flowers: blue irises. They remind her of her grandmother’s garden, which used to be her favorite place on Earth. There, she wasn’t punk rock or rebellious or a burnout. She was just June, a kid who liked bugs and stories and snickerdoodles.

#junebug; headcanon

[liber69]

Closet Witch Rant

So even though I’m in the closet (both the gAY and the witch kind) my mom is pretty aware of my witchy interests, and she said “as long as you don’t become a Wiccan like your dad’s crazy sister haha” because my dad’s side of the family is all crazy and one of my aunts o his side goes through these religions as she does husbands. She’s a Christian scientist now but for a while she was Wiccan. I’m not Wiccan, but I gotta defend those who are but I can’t and so my mom thinks all Wiccans are crazy and fnnvfnijfnwijrv

#witch #closet witch #wicca #wiccan #rant #witchcraft #secret witch

[becomeonewithnoodle]

Tagging game thing (i guess i dont know how stuff works)

A- Age: 16

B- Birthplace: Winfield Illinois (its in the Usa)

C- Current time: 9:13 PM

D- Drink you last had: homemade iced coffee

E- Easiest person to talk to: no one is easy to talk to, if i had to pick one though, maybe @vizantiyskaya

F- Favourite song: i dont have a favorite per say, just a small list of songs that are in no particular order that i really like, feel good inc, ripple by grateful dead, passive by perfect circle, rebel flag by icp (yeah i know, dont judge me) just a girl by no doubt, and american idiot, eleanor rigby  (sorry for the rambles)

G- Grossest memory: having to look up necrotising faciitis for a school project (dont, just dont, its a lot of body horror)

H- Horror, yes or no?: if its done well and i’m in the mood

I- In love?: im constantly in love with like 7 different people on different levels to where i can’t really date anyone cause what if this other person im also in love with asks me out, i dont want to tell them no, but im no cheater, my life is a mess

J- Jealous of people?: i mean yeah, of all sorts of people, those who were raised in witchy families, or that can burn candles in their house, or have regular relationships with either of their parents, im gonna cut this off here before i rant again

K- Killed someone?: im mildly concerned that this is a question, no i havent killed anyone, only my ocs for angst storylines (and even then i usually bring them back because i feel guilty for killing them)

L- Love at first sight or walk past again?: who is this referring to ? who do i have to walk past again, i mean, i believe in a sort of love at first sight (more a chemistry at first sight)

M- Middle name: Annmarie or Ann Marie no one can remember

N- Number of siblings: ive got a half sister

O- One wish: that i had the courage  to tell someone something without feeling like theyll hate me for being so goddamn indecisive (sorry)

P- Person I last called: my mother

Q- Question(s) you are always asked: people ask me if im ok a lot

R- Reason(s) to smile: the grateful dead shirt i got the other day that smells like incense, guitars, it almost being the end of the year, my friends, found items of clothing, new gorillaz music

S- Song you last sang: ripple by the grateful dead (this post if like a scratched record i swear) i sing it when i get frustrated 

T- Time you woke up: 6:38 am, my school starts unnaturally early

U- Underwear colour: (this is a bit invasive) rainbow, no joke

V- Vacation: my last vacation was to my aunt’s cabin, there are no new ones in sight

X- X-Rays: i once got my foot x-rayed cause i fell really badly, but thankfully it wasnt broken

Y- your favourite food: I dont like eating, but if i have to my dad’s al pastor is my most recent favorite

Z- zodiac sign: im on the cusp of saggitarius and capricorn

sorry this got weird and rambly

I tag @thepokeyqueen @vizantiyskaya @astrasflowers

#long post #tag thing #this is weird #tmi #sorry

[witchy-aunt]

“Bundle of nerves” I’m outside your house with a gun.

#witchy rants #witchy aunt rants #fanfic writing #writing #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #smut #fanfiction writer #fanfiction writing #smut fic #smut writing

[moon-addicted-kid-blog]

My mum may have been a witch (long rant, FYI)

So my mom had this drawer full of things that are very useful to my witchy endeavors- imported incense, candles (fucking tons of them, unfortunately, these somehow went bad and turned into shriveled waxy shit piles) and an incense burner (no more accidentally catching bowls of rice on fire), and now-useless herb sachets from literally a decade ago (I helped make them when I was little). I was only a little surprised, because my mum did have a spiritual phase at one point, and lots of people like incense and candles. Even though these WERE plain white unscented ones and the incense looked expensive and the scents are a little odd.

Then, I found a brass thingy in that drawer. I think it's a snuffer. Anywho, I look on the bottom, hoping to gain some clarity as to what the actual fuck it is, when I see, in tiny purple letters next to a pentacle, "The Witch Shoppe"

... so I knew my great aunt is supposedly a Wiccan and a witch and in a coven (take this with a grain of salt, the relative who told me is a bit inaccurate at times), but did my mum's spiritual phase actually include Wicca, or in the very least witch craft? I mean, we have a shit-ton of quartz somewhere and she did know about how you charge it (though I debate whether she was right, can you charge a quartz with sunlight?) I never thought my mum might have been like me at one point.

That brings me to these questions: Why'd she quit? Why'd she stop doing the spiritual stuff? Why didn't she and my great aunt have a nice witchy chat? Why the fuck didn't I know this? Does this mean that in an alternate timeline I was raised as a Wiccan? Do I have a bone to pick with someone here? What the FUCK?

Fellow wiccans and witches, any insight on this?

#baby wiccan #wiccablr #new to wicca #wicca #wiccan #witch #witches #baby witch #witchblr #witchcraft #my mom may have been a witch #someone help #my mind is exploding here #and we aren't close enough to talk about it #i can just IMAGINE how that would go #oh gods no #hnng #help

[witchy-aunt]

"wait.. you guys actually imagine yourself as y/n?"

well, yeah??? it's a reader insert an x reader if I wanted to read a story where I didn't imagine myself as y/n I'd read someones oc or shippy fics. I'm deranged enough to read fan fiction, and i'm sure as hell deranged enough to want to think about me dating the fictional love of my life. what do u think reader inserts r for???

#witchy rants #witchy aunt rants #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic writer #fanfiction writing #fanfiction writer #fic writing #fanfic writing

[witchy-aunt]

I always get excited for Tumblr messages only for them to be

"Hey beautifulKx *user*RZ wUu my name is Delilah I'm really naughty all the time and I really want tq EBb qVa you to JjU meet *sketchy link u most definitely should not click* kwk plsss be quickk im awaitingg you there"

#witchy aunt rants #witchy rants

[witchy-aunt]

I wanna make my own “John winchesters journal” with like even things that would technically be considered in the realm of fannon because I’m way too obsessed with that stupid show and I love any lore about supernatural beings and I think that’s be so fun to write about

I also have a history of not doing things I wanna do so who knows if I’d ever actually do that

#supernatural #witchy rants #witchy aunt rants