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aulirowitch Thank you! 

I mentioned in passing that I made progress on the red box but that things went weird, this is what I meant. I had originally intended it to be stark and a bit plain, I was angling for an almost vintage feel but this organic circuitry-like stuff asserted itself. This is pre-varnish for ease of handling, it’s going to get MUCH shiner. I’ll still be adding lace and sparkle bits after it’s cured enough to be comfortably touchable again.

lrn2magick:

Please reblog if you’re older than 25 and/or you’ve been studying magic(k) for more than a couple of years.

I <3 my younger friends and followers, but I’d also like to follow some witches/Pagans/occultists in my demographic or older.

Hello, I’m definitely over 25 ;) I’ve studying/ practicing witchcraft and related topics off and on for many years.

Easter rhododendrons and a chubby bumble in Blairgowrie.

casketscratcher:

visitscotland:

A Highland Coo and her calf wandering down an empty road, Argyll and the Isles, Scotland. Credit: Andy Maclachlan.

Adorable fact: when Hairy was little he thought they were called Highland Munch-Munches and his parents never corrected him.

I wasn&#8217;t expecting to die of cute today&#8230; *plots ways to work munch-munch into casual conversation*

casketscratcher:

visitscotland:

A Highland Coo and her calf wandering down an empty road, Argyll and the Isles, Scotland. Credit: Andy Maclachlan.

Adorable fact: when Hairy was little he thought they were called Highland Munch-Munches and his parents never corrected him.

I wasn’t expecting to die of cute today… *plots ways to work munch-munch into casual conversation*

It's not a coincidence that most pagans on here lack basic hygiene and resort to the internet for friends. I have a hard time calling myself one of them, between the otherkins, godspousing, astral children, letting their offerings mold, and talking about their wild god sex.

Anonymous

punkwitch:

I’m totally only a pagan for the wild god sex, let me tell you.

I had to snork at that one. I’m super fussy about daily grooming so hygiene isn’t what keeps me from socializing off-line =p

As for the rest of those accusations, someone seems to be suffering a huge case of NIMBY or perhaps envy.  

Absolutely nothing

has gone to plan so far today. On the other hand I did get some painting done but it was co-opted by weirdness. Still, it’ll be ready for varnish Monday and I can focus on summat else. I hope I can cook my dinner without anything else going sideways  O_O

aulirowitch:

thesecretlifeofpyris replied to your post “I really don’t feel like I can do this anymore.”

What’s going on, little one? Are you okay?

I will be, sweetie. Thanks for asking. :)

Okay, if you’re sure. Remember my ask is always open!

This Is What Goes Through My Head When I Edit My Own Writing

terribleminds:

Who wrote this drivel?

Shit, it was me. It was me.

This thing reads like a fucking VCR repair manual. Is this even English? It’s got all the grace and elegance of a drunk girl puking in a potted plant at a frat party. It’s got all the speed and potency of an old man with a colostomy bag…

It’s no picnic on the editorial side of the fence either. It becomes more intense when you pile on continuity if you’re working with a series.

What’s this? No.

Wait. I thought Character X was dead *re-reads previous death scene* Yep, they’re dead and can’t be shanking Character Y, sorry.

If Character X is busy poisoning someone at the castle…They sure as fuck aren’t riding through the woods on an hours long rescue mission AT THE SAME TIME.

It’s great that you’re setting the mood, and giving you’re characters so much detail but I’m pretty sure all that lace edging and bullion embroidery would leave your dainty fencer spavined, right before they catch fire on a torch. No, stop.

Please clarify this passage; it made me drink, a lot. The hangover didn’t improve it.

This section/dialogue is muddy; how long has it been since you’ve had a conversation with someone other than your child/ children, spouse/ partner or barista? Hrm, you might wanna fix that. 

Sometimes there’s a lot of gibbering, swearing, thumping of desks and noping the fuck away before I give my poor monitor a glasgow kiss. Not that it’s responsible for making me feel like word-salad is dribbling out of my eyes and ears but then neither are you, dear writer, not really. This is where my particular talent lies; untangling threads, finding the groove, smoothing the way forward. So that your story; the dream or nightmare that lived inside you, unfolds, breathes and above all shines like it should.

thetwistedrope:

thetwistedrope:

Only in Dreams
"I can only provide for you in dreams. Once you wake up, it all disappears".

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Based off of my own experience with non-physical partners, gods and family.

oh wow this made it back across my dash.

Oh, my heart =C