Happy Birthday!

Ways to Honor Loki

Here’s a list of things I’m starting to do for myself that also honors Loki! Feel free to use any of these for yourselves. :)

1. Do the Harder Thing.

If faced with two potential decisions, I now try to go for the harder but ultimately more rewarding option, which I’m not naturally inclined to do. This is especially helpful if long-term goals keep falling to the wayside!

2. Speak where you might be silent.

Fear often stays my tongue, but for no good reason. Now I try to speak up when I want, and share what I want, and do the things I want that fear would otherwise stop me from doing. 

3. Take the wheel.

This one’s actually developed out of necessity of working with Loki. My life’s been in chaos, but I can either flounder in the waves or ride out the storm. I’d rather do the latter, even if it’s hard. See item 1.

4. Face the Unknown.

There are a lot of things I don’t know how to do, but when the time comes to do it, that shouldn’t stop me.

As far as I’m concerned, it’s damn near impossible to remain stagnant with Loki around, and it’s bitten me in the ass when I’ve tried. Figured it’d be better if I started to make the moves before he does!

Fictober Day 2

Prompt:

“Maybe I love you a little bit too much.”

Aziracrow, angst

Crowley thought that they'd have a chance, he really did. But the moment the words ‘I forgive you’ left Aziraphale's mouth, he knew it was over.

“Don't bother.”

The rest is history, but what happened after? He drove off. And for the first time, the radio was silent.

The next few months were miserable. He never even raised his voice at his plants. One night, he got low. He prayed.

He secretly hopes Aziraphale hears him, hopes that maybe, just maybe, he'll come back.

“I thought it'd be me and you, side by side, angel.” He cries out, hand feebly holding onto a bottle of whiskey. “For eternity. You gave me hope, angel. Something I haven't felt for millennia. Maybe I love you a little too much, but I'll never let you go.”

Afterwards, Crowley swore he heard Aziraphale's voice, but when he called out, he never got a response.

“Oh, Crowley. You'll always have my heart.”

This is to pride discourse like when a new guy comes into the wrestling ring w a chair. Absolute mayhem to the discursive ecology

October Prompts

Theme: Canon

Happy October, everyone! This month, we're going for a canon theme. While you do not have to write canon complaint works, we hope these words are magically able to trigger your creative side.

Pick a word, get inspired, write a fic, and don’t forget to Keep It Mini! Tag us, and we’ll reblog it for you.

Check out our Rules and FAQ for more informaton. Still need last month’s prompts? You can find them here. Got an idea for a theme? Send us an ask!

Love from your Wolfstar obsessed mods. 💖💖💖

do you think, for a potato chip, being dipped in an onion-based condiment is like seeing an old friend for the first time in years, both of you fundamentally changed and soon destined to die but nonetheless still here in this moment?

Me and my faggot music

My History as a Baby Witch

Hello, I'm Nikki! I'm 24 out of Florida. I'm a Baby Witch.

I started my magical journey 8 years ago back when I was 16. I fell in love with Wicca as soon as I heard about it. I loved the beliefs, I loved the freedom, I loved the mystery of it all, and I loved the idea of witchcraft. I realized right then and there that I felt at home as a Wiccan.

I lived in a very Christian family and had to practice in secrecy for a very long time. I learned a lot of things. Color correspondences, candle magic, sigils, and kitchen magic. It helped me keep my practice hidden but it also stunted my growth as a witch.

Now that I can practice openly I've come to Tumblr to seek information and to possibly join a community that can guide me through this journey of becoming a witch and learning more about witchcraft.

If you have any information you'd like to share whether it be a community to join, information on altars or other types of magic, or anything else please feel free to reach out to me. I'll try to respond as quickly as I can.

With that said:

Bide the Wiccan law ye must, in perfect love, in perfect trust. Eight words the wiccan rede fulfill; if ye harm none, do as ye will. Ever mind the rule of three; what thee sends out comes back times three. Follow this with mind and heart. Merry ye meet, merry ye part.

Update 1 (9/14/2024):

Since writing this first post I've definitely reflected on my beliefs and have learned of the injustices of Wicca. I no longer feel comfortable calling myself Wiccan and have instead found myself as a Hellenic Pagan. I do not stand for cultural appropriation and I'm taking steps to undo any injustices that I may have done while Wiccan.

Why do pro lifers show you a picture of an embryo and be like "THIS is what you're killing". Bitch ew I don't think we were meant to see that shit. What the fuck is that thing. Are you fucking kidding me it's just in there like that? Do you see how fucking terrifying that is. If I ever get pregnant this shit will haunt my nightmares just knowing that's what it looks like. Looking unblinkingly unseeingly at my insides. 🤮 Get out!!!!!!!

Someone: You can't do everything your friends do. If they jumped off a bridge, would you--

Regulus Black: Yes.

Everyone:

Regulus: I'll go first.

James, with spray bottle: No, Reggie.