I Forgot How Fucking Weird November Is Theres No Afternoon Its Just Night After 2pm

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- what you call the things in the first two pictures - how you pronounce the thing in the third picture (caramel)

@fairylland These are my favorite and most used witchy books.

The Encyclopedia of Crystals by Judy Hall The Crystal Bible (also by Judy Hall) The Pocket Spell Creator by Kerri Connor (great for beginner witches! So easy to work with) Grimoire for the Green Witch by Ann Moura Practical Prosperity Magic by Ellen Dugan Wiccapedia by Shawn Robbins and Leanna Greenaway

I am 50% bitter and 100% salt

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.

I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.

Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.

Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.

My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.

Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

I made a little film! It’s here if you’d like to watch it! 

ot4 things

group chat has to remind mari to eat/sleep/stretch if she’s been designing for too long

alya: hi mari this is your hourly reminder to fucking get up and stretch oh my god you’re probably crouched over that chair like a shut in go for a walk gdi

adrien: ok so…..i texted you four hours later…..like you told me…..i hope you’re eating. lunch is important.

nino: get some h2o up in that bitch or i swear to god dude

alya has to call a fucking intervention every time she loses more than ten ladyblog followers overnight

one day, just to fuck with her, the three of them all unfollow her the same day and she bursts into class screaming 

“we’re not mutuals anymore ????? who the fuck why the fuck ???”

when someone’s sick or having a bad day, adrien stops by their house and drops off little care packages bc he’s literally perfect

photocopied notes from class, homework, water bottles, snacks, medicine, candy, a get well card, you name it

alya takes pictures of all of them and keeps an album

mari keeps the cards in a scrapbook for her shitty days

nino cries almost every time he gets one

the three of them pitch in to do one for adrien when he’s sick but he somehow manages to outdo all three of them consistently

nino starts an instagram account that’s literally just videos of mari and chloe fighting. alya and adrien both help moderate it

mari has no idea it exists so like sometimes the three of them will be cackling over nino’s phone and try to cover up what they were doing when she walks by

she thinks she missed out on a meme or something

everyone in school follows it

they rabbit a new anime every week bc adrien just keeps finding new ones and he always says “no trust me they’re so good” and they can’t say no to that face, he’s so excited, literally how adrien

kid has a good taste in anime, so six hour binges on saturday night are at least entertaining 

yuri on ice left mari and nino crying and adrien recorded it for posterity

adrien and mari make gym days a thing on sundays bc for some reason they’re fitness freaks and when did that happen they’re also so ripped like how ? ?

mari and adrien go through the whole shebang: cardio weights, machines, stretching, you have it

alya just stays on the elliptical the whole time watching reality tv on the televisions above her

nino stays on his phone the whole time walking on the treadmill instead of actually running

adrien: they’re working up to it. 

mari: we’re going for a run next week. no technology allowed.