mara of the unfortunate face

Sun Pisces, Moon in Capricorn, Rising Virgo, Venus in Aries, Mars in Gemini

[breelandwalker]

Witchcraft Books by Bree NicGarran

Grovedaughter Witchery: Practical Spellcraft

For the witch whose town is devoid of occult shops and covens, learning the craft can be a daunting task indeed. Fortunately, there are plenty of ways for a budding practitioner to make a start.

Stroll down the forest path with Bree NicGarran, author of The Sisters Grimmoire, and discover the surprising ways you can practice your craft with commonplace items from the supermarket and the craft store. Build a travel kit for on-the-go magic. Create your own spells from scratch with a step-by-step guide. Learn how to make your own witch webs and magical powders. Uncover the secrets of walnut charms and witchballs and much, much more. Every page carries tricks of the trade and homegrown charms from the files of the Grovedaughter herself.

From besoms to banishings to a bit of good advice, Grovedaughter Witchery is the ideal book for any witch with an inclination toward a practical, no-frills approach to witchcraft.

The Sisters Grimmoire: Spells & Charms For Your Happily Ever After

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, Who’s the cleverest witch of them all?

With the spells in this book, it just might be you!

Inspired by the well-known works of The Brothers Grimm, this volume boasts over sixty original spells lovingly crafted from favorite fairy tales, along with helpful spellcrafting instructions and several indices to aid you in your journey. All of this is wrapped up with useful chapter forewords discussing the various themes within the tales, some insight into the creative process, and a bit of discussion on ethics and the usage of magic.

Whether you’re ready to yell “All Heads Off But Mine,” looking to turn your luck around with some Buried Coins, or just wanting to show the world What Big Teeth you have, there is sure to be a spell within these pages that is exactly what you’ve been looking for.

After all, who couldn’t use a bit of Happily Ever After?

Pestlework: A Book of Magical Powders & Oils

From the author of Grovedaughter Witchery comes a volume of potions and powders for all occasions, suitable to enhance the craft of any practitioner.

Old standards like Banishing Powder and Blessing Oil meet new classics like Dream Dust and Stargazer Wishing Oil. Need to rid your house of a troublesome spirit? Try a sprinkle of Ghost-Be-Gone Powder. Looking for a way to get your zest back after spellwork? Brim With Vim Vitality Oil might be just the thing. Over 200 original formulae await you within these pages, along with helpful hints, safety tips, and detailed instructions for creating your own magical powders and oils.

Collected for the first time in a single volume, these recipes are the product of twelve years of experience and much experimentation. While magic is never a guarantor of success, the potions within these pages just might give your spells the edge you need.

Visit my Amazon Author Page for listings and book reviews! You can also visit the Willow Wings Witch Shop to order books and other witchy goodies directly from me. 

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[minmos]

this redditor has the fucking battle royale of invasive plants (in the US) happening in their yard jesus christ. sentences of hate and destruction

[heehorde]

[fishfrommars]

This sounds like seasons of fun

[fayriequeene]

[someemochick]

[fishingscam]

op didn’t add a link so here’s a link to his patreon where all of his minis are free to download please support him if you can

[armedjoy]

[sculptingsuccess]

Look we all want a robo dog but if you kill someone with a sledgehammer to steal theirs, they are going to find you. There's no way a 75k$ dog doesn't have gps

[wotsukai-leftlmao]

we are killing the dog

[purplealchemist]

NO.

ALL DOGS ARE PRECIOUS.

Even robot ones.

[perigeeprincess]

its not a dog, its a machine used and designed for police surveillance and the entire reason they made it dog shaped is so idiots like you would go "awwww robot dog how precious" instead of seeing them as the oppressive tools they are.

we're killing the fucking dog

[bluelivesaintshit]

[tangent101]

That's not a robot dog.

It's a four-legged robot spider.

[riotouseaterofflesh]

It is not a dog, a spider, a chicken, a horse, a fish, a tick, a mosquito, a tapeworm or a baby

It is a weapon

There is nothing morally wrong about breaking weapons that are hurting people for any reason other than to prevent those people from hurting others worse

[roach-works]

the dog robots are fully capable of hurting people, and badly. failsafes that would prevent that have not been installed. the police are deploying a thing out in public that can maim anyone who touches it wrong.

look, when i was a kid i was passionately in love with the idea of robots--that humans would one day create another sort of intelligence to share our world with-- and believed very firmly that we should respect and protect all our robot friends from the start, so there would be no violent humans-against-robots revolution or anything.

anyway it turns out that the people trying to keep end-stage capitalism running are really banking on us feeling more love for the robots than for the kind of people they're going to be using the robots to oppress.

so like. maybe lets all agree right now that if a robot is being used to hurt a person, you need to smash the fucking robot. they're going to make the robots really cute. they're going to show us so many movies about how much robots need to be loved. and then they are going to use robots to hurt people.

let's try not to fall for it, okay?

[adreadfulidea-deactivated202402]

I think a surprising amount of writers don’t realize that tragedies are supposed to be cathartic. They’re intended to result in a purging of emotion, a luxurious cry; the sorrow caused by a great tragedy is akin to fear caused by a good horror movie – it’s a “safe” sorrow, one that is actually satisfying to the audience. It can still be beautiful! It’s isn’t supposed to just be salting the earth so nothing can grow.

But that’s how you get grimdark: writers who don’t realize that they’re supposed to be doing something with the audience instead of to the audience.

[jadewhisper]

#i once heard a lecture where someone said that the great appeal of tragedy is to see terrible things happen to people you’re supposed to#empathize with and see yourself in#and that the catharsis comes from seeing someone’s life go horribly wrong and still have the author hold your hand and tell you#‘this story mattered. even though it had a sad ending it still mattered. even if you don’t succeed your attempts matter’#grimdark tells you that the world sucks and nothing you do matters#well-written tragedy tells you that sometimes the world sucks but everything you do matters so so much#your story is still worth telling even if you never achieve that happy ending#or if you lose it along the way#people have inherent value and their stories deserve to be told no matter if they turn out okay or not#and in a reality that has no concept of ‘fair’ that shit just hits good man!!! feels good!!!!! it’s COMFORTING

[notbecauseofvictories]

My best friend and I have a standing video chat, and we spent most of our most recent call talking about how we’d turn a Standard Lifetime Christmas Movie into a horror film. Best use of two hours I can think of.

[notbecauseofvictories]

Synopsis: the jilted Big City fiancé, understandably alarmed by the fact that the woman he loves visited Christmastown to settle her estranged aunt’s estate and immediately stopped returning his calls, heads to Christmastown. At first, all seems—weird, but in a comprehensible way. It really is just a couple weeks before Christmas, after all. Maybe that young widow who owns the bakery is actually very concerned about the bank foreclosing on Christmas Eve. Carolers roam around like street gangs, and if they all look strangely similar, that’s just because of the old-timey dress. And it’s a small town, so…sure, everybody shows up for the tree lighting in town square, or karaoke at the hot chocolate bar.

In the space of 15 minutes he bumps into—literally, bumps into—a chef, carrying cupcakes for the school’s Christmas bake sale; the head of the animal shelter, whose Adopt A Puppy For Christmas forms scatter charmingly around her; and a schoolteacher who keeps looking off in the distance and sighing like a woman with a private sorrow. But it’s a small town, and…yeah. It’s a small town. (When he asks the schoolteacher what grade she teaches, she looks at him blankly and says ‘Children. I teach children. Child—children. Children.’)

Except…the longer he stays in the town, the stranger things get. Christmas lights keep flaring and flickering in inexplicable ways, and no one seems to notice except him. The snow feels strange, almost tacky—like sugar, except it smells faintly chemical, burns his nostrils when he inhales. The town is supposed to be less than 500 people and he cannot fucking find his fiancée.

Once, he turns down an invitation to Christmas karaoke (wasn’t that last night?) and takes that time to explore one of the nearby subdivisions. Only—at 8pm sharp, just when the karaoke is starting, the subdivision goes dark. Every light on the block: streetlights, Christmas lights, house lights, motion lights, even the growl of central heating, switches off. A dog was barking just a second ago; now it’s quiet. The subdivision goes eerily still, and doesn’t pick up again until an hour later, as couples in bright Christmas sweaters come walking back to their houses arm-in-arm.

“Did you enjoy Christmas karaoke?” they ask him, smiling toothpaste commercial smiles. There is nothing behind their eyes.

He doesn’t know how to answer, and so flees back to his hotel—well, the charming B&B owned by a plump woman with no discernable personality beyond “cheerful” and “weirdly invested in giving him romantic advice.” He stops only in the deserted town square, to look up at the huge Christmas tree there. It’s decorated in wild abundance: cloth-of-gold bunting and red ribbons; string lights that somehow manage flicker like candles in the wind; heavy red ornaments, shaped like drops of blood.

He thinks he can hear it whispering.

He puts his head down, and hurries back to the B&B; doesn’t stop until he has a solid oak door and a quilted comforter between him and whatever that was. (He dreams of old forests and things bleeding; he dreams of Coca-Cola ads and General Electric and clean, not an adjective so much as a prayer. He dreams—)

He wakes up to a woman with dark hair and dark eyes hovering over him. “Asshole,” she greets him, profane enough to make him go still. “Hello. You’re fucking it all up.”

….this is how he meets Ruthie. It only gets weirder.

[unofficial-sean]

[alicentsgf]

i get that its very amusing to you guys but when non-brits make fun of heavily accented british dialects and say they're impossible to understand or they sound funny or stupid its just like... why are you helping these elitist english pricks out? its historical fact that the upper class in the UK Deliberately cultivated a southern ""english"" accent amongst themselves that they decided denoted 'status' and have since called all other british accents 'unintelligable' in order to protect class boundaries. accent is Such a sensitive race and class related subject here - oftentimes your accent is Assumed to indicate if you're intelligent or not which is just Bullshit. its used to gatekeep jobs and housing and schools. so can you at least Try to stop making fun of british regional/working class accents and bully the posh english twats instead. we get enough shit at home without americans or whoever else on twitter joining in

tl;dr:

[argusden]

And this doesn’t just go for Scotland/Wales/Ireland either. The North of England gets hit with this sort of thing too, wouldn’t be surprised if Cornwall does as well. Not as badly perhaps but it is still the case.

[alicentsgf]

i am talking about regional accents! but im mainly talking about the fact the uk has class specific accents. 2 people in london can grow up in the exact same borough. one in a nice house. one on a housing estate. and end up with totally different accents. one speaking Cockney. one speaking RP.

my mum spent hours of my childhood trying to get me to pronounce the H in 'house' and 'water' with a hard T because she knew it was gonna shape how people saw me

accent privilege is Alive in the south too

Chavs: The Demonization of the Working Class by Owen Jones – review

This persuasive book about the label 'chav' makes a nonsense of the idea that Britain is now classless, writes Sean O'Hagan

[alicentsgf]

I legit just saw a fucking post making fun of british people who pronounce water bottle like 'wah'ah bo-ole' and one comment underneath was like 'um nah don't group us in with the chavs i dont speak like that' because honestly its true only "chavs" speak like that and this perfectly demostrates the issue that everyone seems blind to and im sick of it. americans are helping reenforce this classism/racism and EVERYONE JUST FUCKING IGNORES IT because they either don't understand or don't care about PoC in the UK. The accent you're making fun of is an accent disproptionatly belonging to BAME individuals in the inner-cities, especially London. It's basically the UK's equivalent of AAVE (as it's not only just an accent but has an attached dialect) but the UK never had segregation so white people from the same communities have the same accent. I get that it doesn't matter to a lot of you but if you've ever interacted with one of those posts you should reblog this and stop interacting they're not funny anyway i don't get why its so amusing to you guys to aggravate people over the way they speak thats so cruel.

[disasterlarper]

You know as a former clown breeder I do have to say that breeding clowns isn’t as easy as selecting your male and your female and putting them in the same enclosure. 

First, you have to make sure your female is ready to mate. If you put a male and a female together when the female is not ready, you’re going to waste time, effort, and supplies. Really, check your clowns for readiness to breed! Each breed of clown is ready to mate at different intervals (as little as 14 day cycles to as long as 3 years), so it’s probably best to do your research on your clown’s schedule. It’s fairly easy to decipher if she’s ready, once you’ve gotten down the basics of what clown readiness looks like.

This female is not ready to breed. Her natural markings are still very bright and colorful, and her “fleshy” tones only really extend on her hands and somewhat on her face. An inexperienced clown breeder might consider this clown ‘ready’ because she’s getting rather mono-chromatic with her markings on her legs and arms, but this should never be mistaken for the fleshy tone that signals a female is ready. 

This female is ready. The flesh tone has extended from her hands up to her elbows, and I’d bet you money the tone extends beneath the knee as well. Her facial markings are much brighter, and her variety and intensity of color tell me this clown and well and truly ready to mate. How exciting!

Second, your clowns have to be properly fed. I know people have previously gone over proper clown care and feeding (fresh spun cotton candy is a must, they’re obligate candyvores), but introducing the breeding pair can be a very stressful time for clowns. It’s a good idea to supplement your candy diet with some fresh salted popcorn, or maybe giant novelty lollipops- you know, regular clown treats. This will help your clowns feel more at ease as they transition into your breeding tent. 

Finally, clowns can be particular about when they mate. You’ll know it’s happening because of the distinctive high pitched honking both breeding partners produce. It can take up to a week for clowns to acclimate to their mate and the tent you’ve transferred them to, so don’t get discouraged if you put your clowns together and nothing happens for a few days! They may just be skittish. Feel free to introduce additional toys and treats like a fresh batch of balloons or a unicycle to try to help them feel comfortable. 

What I’ve found with my clowns, back when I did this, is that most clowns seemed to prefer breeding between four and seven a.m., when chances for frivolity and merriment are low regardless. Now, the honking is extremely loud, so if you are going to breed your clowns, invest in some earplugs and a white noise machine. 

That’s how you can get your clowns to mate, but this is getting really long, so I won’t go into clown gestation specifics for now, or how to care for the young. Just know your work is far from over. 

[thyrell]

can you imagine being a professional clown and finding a screenshot of a tumblr post on clownstagram or whatever where someones sharing a picture of you in costume and saying its what a clown looks like when theyre in heat.

[libraford]

I think part of the issue is people assuming that everyone MUST want to move upwards. Like... it's the next logical step for a person to want to move up the chain: from worker to manager, to district manager, eventually owner.

But I always think of growth like plants.

Aspens grow tall to reach the sun, for sure. But dandelions grow deep, understanding themselves fully so that if some misguided fool tries to uproot them they'd have to try damn hard. And then there's thyme and other creeping plants, which spread themselves out so much that if you chop a part of it off it roots wherever it can find dirt to root in.

It's okay not to have lofty dreams. You know what kind of plant you are better than anyone else.

[aphony-cree]

This reminds me of a business problem called The Peter Principle that’s been written about for years but few businesses have been willing to make changes because of it

The concept is that a worker is really good at their job, so good that they clearly deserve better compensation for all they bring to the company, but business is structured so that the only way to get more money is to be promoted to a higher position. A new position comes with new job requirements, but not everyone is going to be right for those. Example: an amazing computer programmer might be useless at managing staff, but if you promote that programmer to head of the department they’ll be required to manage staff. It seems like the best thing for everyone, the company included, would be to put that employee back in their original job and let them keep the higher salary since they clearly do the job well enough to deserve it. However companies want those lower level jobs to be seen as undesirable so workers will feel upper staff deserve their higher wages. Because of this, putting the employee back in the job they’re right for is considered a demotion, so instead companies let the employee keep the upper level job they’re bad at forever or until they have just cause to fire them. Clearly the company was better off with them in the job they were good at, but the illusion of hierarchy to justify higher waged employees is more important

Just because capitalism says everyone should climb the corporate ladder doesn’t mean it’s actually the right thing for everyone

[harrytheehottie]

read this again and again and again and again and

[meghanmclovin]

You know what’s really hot? Not having to guess someone’s feelings or intentions

[eco-socialism]

[zenosanalytic]

Fun Fact: the US military is actually EXEMPTED from safe-disposal and antipollution laws, and this is actually how we ended up getting official confirmation of the existence of Area 51 under Bill Clinton; the Air Force was forcing soldiers to handle without safety gear(!) and Burn(!!) Toxic Waste(!!!) and, Of Fucking Course, that gave them all sorts of exotic cancers which killed them painfully, leading to a lawsuit from their families.

So... THAT is the sort of shit the US government uses all that UFO malarkey to coverup, which I’d humbly ask you to consider the next time the History Channel breathlessly tells you the Navy is “Confirming” UFOs exist.

[cavehags]

Thus is the defining characteristic of gay millennials: we straddle the pre-Glee and post-Glee worlds. We went to high school when faggot wasn't even considered an F-word, when being a lesbian meant boys just didn't want you, when being nonbinary wasn't even a remote option. We grew up without queer characters in our cartoons or Nickelodeon or Disney or TGIF sitcoms. We were raised in homophobia, came of age as the world changed around us, and are raising children in an age where it's never been easier to be same-sex parents. We're both lucky and jealous. As the state of gay evolved culturally and politically, we were old enough to see it and process it and not take it for granted--old enough to know what the world was like without it. Despite the success of Drag Race, the existence of lesbian Christmas rom-coms, and openly transgender Oscar nominees, we haven't moved on from the trauma of growing up in a culture that hates us. We don't move on from trauma, really. We can't really leave it in the past. It becomes a part of us, and we move forward with it.

For LGBTQ+ milennials, our pride is couched in painful memories of a culture repulsed and frightened by queerness. That makes us skittish. It makes us loud. It makes us fear that all this progress, all this tolerance [...] can vanish as quickly as it all appeared.

The 2000s Made Me Gay, Grace Perry

[jhscdood]

[runawaymarbles]

Coming from a reference group where everyone’s first queer movie was either Rocky Horror or Brokeback Mountain, it’s fascinating to talk (in person!) to gay teenagers who grew up with Korra and Stephen Universe and She-Ra. 

[sophiamcdougall]

Honestly I got culture shock at how things changed just between 1997 and 2001, so yes things have been ... fast. (Although also far too slow, of course.)

[valtsv]

math people scare me. math people will be like "math works in mysterious ways TO YOU. i get it though." and they do and it's fucking terrifying.

[valtsv]

and if you ask them to elaborate they will but then you'll wish they didn't

[valtsv]

[polyglotplatypus]

please listen to this poor man losing his shit as he reads an article blaming millenials for killing the mayonnaise industry that was written by a babyboomer upset people don’t want to eat her bland salads anymore