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[bijoubratt]

Glamour Magick

What is glamour?

Simply put, Glamour is an illusion. 

Is glamour real? Can it really change my appearance?

Yes, glamour is real! No, it cannot change your appearance. It is used more so to embody traits & gain confidence. It alters your aura, therefore altering the way you may be seen/perceived.

How do I use glamour magick?

Typically, glamour is intertwined with your “getting ready” routine. Think of glamour spells as a pretty coat you put on before leaving your house, or a pretty pin in your hair that makes you feel beautiful. Its one of the types of magick that we can use to transform mundane activities into enchanting activities. Here are some examples of intentions:

-be kind, appear softer, appear stronger, gain confidence, to look powerful, be sexy, speak with confidence in front of a crowd, be focused, etc.

i do not recommend using glamour for any of the following: make _____ love me, to banish or hex, to get a job, to get money.

remember that glamour is about giving you that extra boost to achieve your intention. its like a crutch, use it to enhance your aura… for example: instead of “making ___ fall for you” you can use glamour to exude a sexy and confident energy, which will likely draw him into you by highlighting your best qualities. instead of “getting a job” you can use glamour to help you come across as professional, powerful,and focused which will likely result in gaining respect from your interviewer and leaving you on their mind for the position. 

How to cast glamours

Most glamours are very simple, and you likely have the tools you may need already. Simply 

1. pick your intention  2. choose what tools/methods will work the best for your needs 3.Write your spell down 4.cast it!

Ex. 1. I want to appear to be softer. 2. I decide i am going to enchant my perfume by drawing a sigil on the bottom of the bottle in pink sharpie, and charge it with a short incantation. 3. Draw up your sigil, and write/find an incantation that sits with you well and helps your energy flow. You can sing a song as well, whatever gets that flow going. 4. Cleanse & Do the damn thing! 

Here are some glamours to refer to if you aren’t comfortable creating your own yet:

Keep reading

[mistmoonandheart]

We all need to stay safe every once in a while. Envision mist surrounding you as you chant either out loud or in your head.

[exigencelost]

Okay look. Stephanie Meyer contributed four (4) cool things to the contemporary fantasy genre, which I shall now list here in the hopes of getting it out of my system. In descending order of importance:

1. Writing a story about a girl who wants something. Plot driven by a woman’s (non-vilified) desire. Truly dreadful execution but still a good idea, sort of a literary incarnation of the “he a little confused but he got the spirit” meme.

2. The fact that when Bella becomes a vampire she can still breathe but “there’s no relief tied to the action” which I remember verbatim because it fucking slapped. The idea of human physical sensations being partially defined by our mortality and the sensations still exist after you become undead but your experience of them is fundamentally different because you no longer need any of it? Extremely cool. The closest Meyer came to taking an interesting stance on vampires being dead.

3. Werewolves are immortal but they can literally stop whenever they want. That shit’s hilarious. Curse of immortality who.

4. The fact that vampires don’t sleep or get tired so their communally-raised baby doesn’t have a crib because she is always in someone’s arms. That was extremely cute and there’s a different, better book contained somewhere in that specific concept.

[hugintheraven]

5. Depression being represented by like 6 blank chapters titled with months.

[princessstabbity]

[probably-voldemort]

my uncle brought his one night stand to meet me in the hospital when i was born

i guess they’d just gotten back to his house when he got the call from my dad and they detoured to the hospital before i would assume going back to his place

but like imagine your otp

“i know we just met like half an hour ago and we definitely came here to hook up but like my brother just had a baby so would you mind putting this on pause for a bit?  you can come meet her too she’s probably a really cute baby”

[probably-voldemort]

when my sister was born, apparently my parents just ran into him in the lobby of the hospital

they thought he’d somehow magically found out my mom was in labour and he thought they’d gotten his message to come pick him up

he’d possibly broken his arm playing beer pong apparently and was very drunk

apparently there was a confusing conversation in the lobby before my uncle decided to skip the x-rays he was supposed to be heading for and sit outside my mom’s delivery room and occasionally bring in vending machine snacks

i guess there was a minor panic probably considering he didn’t actually make it to x-rays until a few hours later after deciding labour was taking too long and the people at x-rays were really concerned on how long it’d taken this drunk guy to make it from the er to the x-rays

anyway, he made it back to my mom’s hospital room after my sister was born with a cast and the x-ray tech’s number

[random-reblogger-298-deactivate]

Your uncles got mad game dude

[babyfairy]

me bothering my friends

[homiedepot]

Me forcing my friends to listen to ABBA

[somecutething]

A very happy poodle

[woody112704]

@bax16 @supesean

[bax16]

Him bounce

[fluidpuck]

Two fair men lie in water warm and slow,

As brothers are they joinēd heart to heart;

But Cupid hath not struck them with his bow;

Lest that be thought, they sit five feet apart.

[justanotherboringsstuff-deactiv]

Fuck you

[tarydarrington]

I saw your Wildmother. She was looking over you and smiling.

[trickfootpike]

It is just a day of travel of that same, ten-foot-wide, continuous tunnel, and it is maddening.

[astaireistyping]

Reblog this because it matters. Lol.

[sandersstudies]

I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”

[rebelminds]

I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.

[snarling-through-our-smiles]

I once lost my keys at a frat house.

My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.  Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.  I do not remember this part.

The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.  I stood there, right in front of the front door.  This was a novel experience for me.  I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.

A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. 

“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back.  “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”

He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

“Go wherever you want.”

I’d never seen a frat house post-party before.  Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.  A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.  I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.

I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.

“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.

I told him I did.

He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.  I told him I was looking for my keys.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”

I didn’t doubt him.

Twenty minutes had passed.  I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.  I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.

As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.

“You need help with something?”

“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”

“What do they look like?  I’ll put it into the group chat.”  He was already pulling out his phone.

No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.  It was worth a shot.  “Um, it’s just a ring of keys.  The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.  Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”

He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.

“Alright, I sent the message out.  Good luck.”

And with that, he turned and left.

A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.  It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.  One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.

“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.  “Girl!  Hey, GIRL!!!  We found your keys, girl!!!”

They circled around me.  I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.  One of them split himself off from the crowd.

“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”

And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.

“Yes,” I whispered.  “Oh my god, yes.”

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

The cheer went up.

Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs.  I thanked them again profusely.  There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.

[0-memento-mori-0]

I think the best “Boys will be boys” situations are when they all collectively share one brain cell over the most simple of tasks

[parkchanwoohoo]

J.K. Rowling why do you do this to yourself and more importantly to others

[parkchanwoohoo]

PLEASE QUIT THIS SHIT, JOWLING KOWLING ROWLING!! STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS!!

[stinkyhat-deactivated20231213]

master let dobby watch

[find-the-beauty-within]

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

[priincessolivee-deactivated2025]

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

[thechaotictrickster]

Heck yes

[howtocan]

Baby bird season is incoming and I’d like to remind everyone that birds do not have a significant sense of smell. Bird parents will not reject birdlets because you have handled them.

If you see smol birbs with few or no feathers on the ground, you can safely put them back into their nest, bird parents will still care for them.

If you see smol birbs with some or most feathers on the ground, please leave them there, as bird parents are probably nearby watching and feeding.

[jumpingjacktrash]

nakey bird = accidentally fell out, is cold and scared, put back in nest! if you can’t reach the nest, try to put it on a wide branch or fork so predators can’t get at it as easily.

scruffy feather bird = starting to try the fly thing, not very good at it. only put in nest/branch if predators abound, i.e. you have four outdoor cats and they’re licking their chops.

fluffy feather bird = smol fly guy! do nothing. can probably get away from predators and will flip its shit if you pick it up.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Reblogging this because I’d always heard the ‘Don’t touch a distressed bird its mom will reject it’ thing treated as fact before now, I didn’t realise it wasn’t true…

[illogical-bullshit]

Spring is coming, time to reblog this again.

[pukicho]

For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in.

[destrochao]

Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

[pukicho]

Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

[lunah-goodbye]