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kassischaos

The girl guide to queer pipeline is REAL

esperastra

crystalcat-witch

☕ Sleepy Time Tea Spell 🛌💤

some of my first successful spells were sleep spells. I’ve suffered from insomnia since I was a kid, so I had always found ways to make myself fall asleep. As an adult, I’ve turned to spell casting and bedtime rituals. Here is a small spell I made for my nightly tea time. You will need the following

Tea cup/mug with a handle or plate

Sleepy Time tea (or any soothing tea you prefer)

Natural sweetener such as lemon, apple, or orange slices

Start by brewing your tea however you see fit. I always follow the directions according to the tea. Let your tea fully steep. As you add the sweetener, think in your mind

“My day is done, my energies are drained. It’s time for me to remove this strain. As the tea seeps inside my soul, may my eyes get heavy, and my movements slowed.”

When drinking your tea, take your time. Be calm and slow with your movements. I always use this time to make sure my body begins to physically unwind. Let your mind slowly unravel as you relax into your seat or bed.

I hope you all have a restful sleep 💖

sad-empty-lost

I want to be held so fucking tight by someone who actually thinks I’m worth something

patrocles

no you dont understand, i’m obsessed with him

no you dont understand i’m obsessed with him

dickslapthestate

ngl, this song slaps way harder than it has any earthly right to

murphyhatesme

I died! Source (X)

miabicicletta

queens

english-history-trip

Reblog if you too are a derelict cargo of treasure of the shore of the nuptial sea

geomagics

Ice enough no longer exists for these BURNS

flowerytale

Sylvia Plath — The Bell Jar

kindofwriter-reblogs

A note on “predictable” storytelling

I just watched Detevtive Pikachu and let me tell you, I absolutely loved it. The animation was adorable, the storyline was interesting, the acting was great.

But before the film even started I’d already guessed what the twist ending was going to be.

And it ruined nothing.

Not only did I get an immense sense of satisfaction, but watching the big reveal was actually my favourite part. It’s almost like audiences wait the entire movie to see the plot-climax.

But you know who didn’t guess the plot twist? My five year old brother. My little cousin. The kids I babysit for. You know, the majority of the target audience? And my dad, who wasn’t particularly invested in the plot, but thought the ending tied the story up nicely.

And you know what else? No one on the creative team for DP needed to put out a big announcement saying ‘do not under any circumstances spoil our film’ and yet I hadn’t encountered a single spoiler prior to watching the film today.

I know a million people have said it already, but the types of people who guess the endings of films/books/series usually do so because a) they’re just as invested, if not more so, than the creators b) they’re a writer themselves, therefore very familiar with plot structures c) the creators intentionally laid groundwork for their big reveal.

When DP ended I didn’t think ‘God, that was predictable.’ I thought ‘wow, that’s exactly how I would’ve ended it if I was writing!’ And that’s not a bad thing: that’s 100% customer satisfaction!

Stories should surprise with the little things: unexpected friendships, startlingly beautiful quotes, bursts of character development. But I’m all for the plot being carefully laid out and easy to follow.

botherkupo

This!!! I’m so sick to death of writers trying so hard to surprise their audience that they butcher characters and satisfying storytelling along the way.

Like I’m editing an author’s fantasy series at the moment and have accurately guessed all the major stuff that was going to happen, and that is a good thing. It means that clues were left. It means that if someone is trying hard enough to find the little details and piece it together, they’ll be able to get a good idea of where the plot and characters are heading.

An “out there” plot twist does not = a satisfying story/ending.

c3rvida3

I fully understand that it's considered rude to sanitize your hands after shaking hands with a group of people, and I just want everyone to know: I'm not doing it because I think you're disgusting and I want to get your internet stank off of me; I'm doing it because I know the statistics about cis men washing their hands.

c3rvida3

I'm a strong, capable adult. If I wanted to touch fifty dicks in a single afternoon, I'd do it myself. I don't need your hand outs.

labelleizzy

holy shit does this one land differently in the 2020 coronavirus pandemic hellscape

wildsurvival

bear--hearted

This is a beautiful graphic but it doesn’t explain the pros and cons of each fire type.

The Swedish torch is good for an efficient and contained fire, it’s controlled and good for cooking over and produces less light and heat than other fires. It can be difficult to keep going once you burn through the original log

The teepee is your traditional campfire. Good for heat and light not great for cooking, burns through fuel fairly quickly

The star fire is one of the slowest burning and not well protected but provides an even heat good for slow cooking and is excellent if you have limited fuel and need the protection a fire can provide

The lean to is a compact and efficient fire that evolves into a dense and hot bed of coals. The structure creates a good source of air flow which can help damp wood burn. A slightly better cooking fire that isn’t as bright. It also provides protection from wind on one side

The platform fire is incredibly hot and will create a very thick bed of coals but it doesn’t have a lot of air flow and is a little harder to get started.

The log cabin is big and bright and has lots of air flow which again is good for damp logs. You can also use this structure to start a smaller fire in the middle while drying out bigger logs. This fire will crumble into a messier bed of coals that don’t produce particularly even heat for cooking.

The modified leanto is excellent if you need it to perform multiple functions. The side with more fuel will burn bright and hot and the side with less fuel will burn less hot but more evenly and controlled, this gives you different cooking options.

rinitachan

reblogging for writing purposes. the exact reason will come soon enough.

santapau

Now you know.

santapau

I must reblog this comic from time to time to make sure I skip the theatrical curse.

fencehopping

Embroidered snowy steps>

katskrochet

EMBROIDERED?

coolcurrybooks-deactivated20230

All of these books are queer, but they all have back blurbs that don’t say they’re queer. While this can be a pain if I’m scouting for queer SFF, it can come in handy for people in a situation where they don’t want to be reading queer books openly.

Please do note that I don’t have hard copies of the books on hand so it’s possible that an author quote or something mentions one being queer (I feel like this isn’t super likely, but I don’t want to rule it out). Some might also have author biographies mentioning that the author is queer. Also, some may be shelved as LGBT on Goodreads or categorized as queer on Amazon. So if you’re planning on asking for any of these as holiday gifts, I would suggest going to the Amazon page or where ever your relative is likely to buy it from and double check that it’s something you’d be comfortable with sharing openly.

I wish I had more pansexual books, but the ones I know of tend to mention queerness in the back description.

With the exception of The Spy with the Red Balloon, these are all books I have read or are currently reading. If you want to recommend others, feel free to do so in the replies!

You can find my other queer book recommendations here.

Links to the queer books database (or Goodreads if the book hasn’t been added yet) are available below the cut. You can find information on content warnings there.

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dreamycastaway

The original pride flag and the sewing machine it was sewn on

no-longer-another-bondi-blonde

“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.

During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.

On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.

In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, “Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”

Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a “sinner” and already dead to her, and that she wouldn’t even claim his body when he died.

“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, “Oh, momma. I knew you’d come”, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, “I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.

Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him

and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.

After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family’s large plot.

After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.

Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, “They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here’d come the money. That’s how we’d buy medicine, that’s how we’d pay rent. If it hadn’t been for the drag queens, I don’t know what we would have done”, Ruth said.

Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family’s plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.

For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the ‘Cemetery Angel’.”— by Ra-Ey Saley