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🍎 ｡:*• ─ WITCHY SENTENCE STARTERS.    ›   ( a compilation of witch-themed quotes from various media & some original ones. feel free to adjust them to better fit your muses ! )

1.    ❝ Relax… it’s only magic. ❞ 2.    ❝ Are you a good witch or a bad witch ? ❞ 3.    ❝ I am wicked in many ways. ❞ 4.    ❝ You say witch like it’s a bad thing… ❞ 5.    ❝ There’s a little witch in all of us. ❞ 6.    ❝ You have witchcraft in your lips. ❞ 7.    ❝ I’m not good, I’m not nice, I’m just right. I’m the witch. ❞ 8.    ❝ For all you know, a witch may be living next door to you right now. ❞ 9.    ❝ You’d think they’d never seen a girl and a cat on a broom before. ❞ 10.  ❝ You didn’t think you were the only magical person in town, did you ? ❞ 11.  ❝ Witches are a bit like cats. They don’t enjoy each other’s company much, but they do like to know where all the other witches are, just in case they need them. ❞ 12.  ❝ There is a lot more to magic than waving your wand and saying a few funny words. ❞ 13.  ❝ The day we found magic, I thought we were going to change the world. ❞ 14.  ❝ There is no magic when one no longer believes. ❞ 15.  ❝ Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. ❞ 16.  ❝ Now when it comes to Santa Claus, most mortals don’t believe he exists … just like they don’t believe in witches. ❞ 17.  ❝ Remember, ‘Peace on earth, goodwill to men’ includes witches. ❞ 18.  ❝ I am a witch. A real house-haunting, broom-riding, cauldron-stirring witch. ❞ 19.  ❝ Ha !  A witch ?  Moi ?  Oh, you can’t be serious. Do I look like a witch to you ? ❞ 20.  ❝ In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of is me. ❞ 21.  ❝ I put a spell on you because you’re mine. ❞ 22.  ❝ What you gonna do ?  Hit me with your love spell ? ❞ 23.  ❝ Say that again and I will turn your tongue into a flower. ❞ 24.  ❝ Isn’t there a spell to fix this ? ❞ 25.  ❝ You know what it says on love potions… shake well but don’t tell. ❞ 26.  ❝ Are you sure this potion is safe to drink ? ❞ 27.  ❝ Never put your faith in a prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a witch. ❞ 28.  ❝ You got involved with a witch, and when you do that … weird stuff happens. ❞ 29.  ❝ By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. ❞ 30.  ❝ You need to learn to fight. When witches don’t fight, they burn. ❞ 31.  ❝ In the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven, they would kill her. ❞ 32.  ❝ For some, witchery was a choice, but not for me. ❞ 33.  ❝ We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. ❞ 34.  ❝ I’m going to be a very good witch from now on. ❞ 35.  ❝ I almost died at the hands of a witch. But that past made me stronger. ❞ 36.  ❝ Who doesn’t enjoy a good scare every now and again ?  Especially this time of the year. ❞ 37.  ❝ You gotta be a real witch, the way you fly that broom !  You think maybe you can teach me how to fly it ? ❞ 38.  ❝ If you help me gather everything I need for the spell, I will do anything you want. So what do you say ? ❞ 39.  ❝ A witch never gets caught. Don’t forget that she has magic in her fingers and devilry dancing in her blood. ❞ 40.  ❝ Some people will say that not all witches are evil, that their powers could be used for good. I say burn them all ! ❞

Which team shall I join considering my 5′5.5′’  height falls somewhere in the middle?

BRUH YOU ARE 5'9.5 AND YOU ARE FIFTEEN WHY THE FUCK AM I SO SMALL. EVERYONE ON TUMBLR IS TALLER THAN ME

I know at least 1 person who’s shorter than you who I will tag :) @sugawxra-koushi :P woops

Aggghhhhhh!!!! Now he’s in my head, AGAIN. and i won’t be able to function and waste my day away, AGAIN.

Why Must My Brain Do This?!

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

posting this bc i havent seen it anywhere here

which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

“ummmmm ur bra strap is showing :/ ”

I've been on Tumblr for years, but my husband knows my main account so I started this side account.

I've seen Tumblr move mountains for people so I'm hoping and praying that you guys can move mountains for me.

I'm 26 years old. I've been with my husband since I was 16 and he was 20. I know now that he was attracted to me because I was young and manipulatable but at the time I was so flattered that an older college guy wanted to be in a relationship with me.

Looking back there were a lot of red flags. He didn't like any of my friends and he told me who I could hang out with and when. He told me that my school work wasn't important because I was going to be a stay-at-home wife after high school while he went out and earned a living. As teenager living in a household that was unstable and on the brink of collapse, the idea of having a strong man take care of me was very appealing and so I overlooked the red flags.

He liked to get me drunk. He'd take me to his shitty apartment and he would load me up with Mike's Hard Lemonade and Smirnoff Ice and then we'd fool around. I had a lot of pregnancy scares from 16-17 because he didn't like to wear a condom and when I was drinking it was harder for me to insist. When I was 18, I got on the pill at least. He was always pushing my boundaries in the bedroom. I'd say no to something and he'd give me the silent treatment until I let him do it. Or he'd just do it even though I said I didn't want to.

He graduated college the year I graduated high school, and we moved in together. From the beginning, he was controlling, keeping tabs on me and watching the bank account like a hawk, but I chalked it up to needing to be frugal. We were really poor, but he promised to take care of me.

Eventually, though, I had to get a job to make ends meet. He didn't like that. The first time he hit me was when I told him I'd been interviewing for jobs. It wouldn't be the last.

God, just. Ten years I let him tell me I was helpless without him, I was weak, and stupid, and only he would ever love me. I let him hit me. I let him separate me from my friends and family. I let him kick my cat.

But I'm done. I'm going to get me and Midnight out of here.

At such moments, I realize that all these stupid stereotypes about us do not have the right to exist

This is actual perfection. THANKYOU SO MUCH!

A block

Loki x reader

Word count: 1 548

Summary: when a writer's block hits you, your amazing boyfriend is there for you

Warnings: angst, implied smut (teeny tiny bit) and besides that just good old fluff

A/N: kinda messy oneshot, possible typos and grammar mistakes, enjoy <3

You were lying in your bed. Raindrops were softly tapping on the nearby window, lulling you. Light from your opened laptop was illuminating your bedroom, keeping you from falling asleep.

Not the light, rather the opened tab. Word document. Empty. Not a single word. You turned your body towards wall and hid your head under a pillow.

It has been like this for at least two weeks. You used to have so many ideas, so many stories that begged to be let out of your head onto the paper. Or a computer screen.

That was a long time ago. Your head was empty now. No idea. No new adventure. No nothing.

You tried anything. Meditating, reading books and watching movies for inspiration, even writing down some of your dreams right after you woke up only to realise they make absolutely no sense.

You wanted to write again. You wanted to create. But you just couldn't anymore.

'It will pass,' you told yourself. 'It will pass and soon I'll create again. Just like before.'

~~

It didn't pass. Not one bit. You don't even check tumblr anymore. You felt miserable even without seeing all those beautifully crafted stories written by people who actually do something instead of lazying around, like you are doing now. Curled up on your couch, watching a movie you don't even pay attention to.

You felt like the laziest piece of garbage in the world. Like, how can writing be so hard? Just sit down, hit bunch of keys and create senteces. That's it. It's THAT easy. So why does it feel like the most difficult thing to do?

You groaned and hit your face with a throw pillow. 'You're stupid. So stupid. Lazy, stupid, illiterate-'

"Darling? I'm back," Loki's voice called for you, stopping your negative train of thoughts.

You stood up and ran to hug him. You could've knocked him down with the force you collided with him, if it wasn't for his godly strength. You nuzzled his neck and murmured. "I missed you. I'm so glad you're here."

Loki wrapped his arms around you and brought you close. "I missed you as well. How have you been without me?"

You smiled at him. "It doesn't matter. I'm better now, when you're with me," you stood on your toes and softly brushed your lips along his thin soft ones in a loving tender kiss.

You felt his big hand cup your left cheek, turning your face slightly to the side and deepening the kiss. His tongue met yours in a passionate dance only you two knew steps of and danced only when you were all alone. His hand slowly slid down to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. Your fingers got lost in his coal black hair, tugging here and there, making him moan into your mouth.

You loved moments like this. When you reunited after a long separation and it was just the two of you again, two people who simply love eachother. These moments make you forget everything that troubles you. *He* makes you forget everything that troubles you. The pain and guilt over your laziness in your chest disappeares, beeing replaced by a warm love Loki was pouring into you.

After your mouths separated with a wet pop you stood there, forheads touching, eyes closed, smile playing on both of your faces.

Loki's quiet voice broke the silence. "You said you are better now, which means you were unwell before. What happened?"

You shook your head. You wanted that pain away from your chest for a little while longer. "I don't really want to talk about it. Not now."

Loki's hands moved from your waist to your hips, drawing small circles with his thumbs. "Alright. I won't pressure you. You will tell me when you are ready. I can take your mind elsewhere. Much more-," he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the side of your neck, "-pleasurable place. If you allow me."

Of course you did. You didn't want to think about anything other than him tonight.

~~

Loki's heartbeat under your right ear slowly woke you from your dream. His arm was wrapped around your waist, his naked legs tangled with your own under your sheets.

Loki's affections took your mind off your misery, but it soon returned. It's only a matter of time till Loki asks if you'd written anything new. He always asked about your creations. His disappointed face after telling him you haven't written a word for nearly 2 months haunted you in your dreams.

It started to dawn. Loki was a morning person and with every new ray of sunlight a new wave of anxiety washed over you. What if it's the first thing he asks? What would he, a skilled poet and story writer, say about you and your inability to write even a small drabble?

"Mhm, mornin' darlin'," he mumbled with extremely raspy voice and the deepest british accent you ever heard and pressed a small kiss to your temple. You snuggled into his chest and mumbled a quiet 'morning'.

"Do you want some breakfast?"

You felt his fingers run up and down your spine. "Right now?"

"Right now."

"But I wanna cuddle with you..." you pouted at him.

Loki chuckled and pecked your pouting lips. "Tell you what my love, I'll go make a quick breakfast, then we can lazy around in our bed the whole day. What do you think? Besides, I think you need it, you are working so hard all the time the word 'lazy' and 'break' probably left your dictionary."

And there it was again. The guilt. You didn't think you worked hard at all. If you did, you'd have finished all your drafts and WIPs while he was away.

You were so grateful he had closed eyes, he didn't see the sadness crawling back on your face. You forced some strength into your voice. "That sounds lovely."

Loki then stood up, put on his favourite sweatpants and padded barefoot into kitchen. You pulled his pillow to your chest and inhaled the smell of him. It calmed you down a little. But the thought of other people being productive and you just lying in your bed being SO LAZY to even make yourself a breakfast didn't leave your head.

'I can at least reread my story ideas, maybe that will start my creativity' You sat up, your eyes fell on your table where your laptop is. Where it usually is. But its place is empty.

'Fuck'

You started to panic. You remembered you left it in the kitchen. OPENED. UNLOCKED. LOKI WILL FIND IT. HE WILL SEE.

In the speed of lightning you put on some clothes and ran to kitchen.

You were late.

Loki was sitting at the table, your laptop opened infront of him. His face was the epitome of poker face. He lifted his head and looked at you standing in the doorway. "Sorry dear, I didn't mean to look through your laptop. I was just curious if you have written anything new and- are you okay?"

You didn't realize tears were running down your cheeks until he brought you back to reality.

"I'm sorry Loki," you wiped your tears.

"Why are you sorry? Writing is your hobby, not your work. You don't have to write all the time," he walked to you and cupped your left cheek, his thumb wiping new tear away.

"I know, but.... Everyone is still writing and I'm not. I mean- writing is so easy and I can't even do that anymore! I'm just lazy a-and out of imagination and m-my grammar is horrib-" Loki stopped your rambling with a single finger against your lips, making you look into his face.

"My love, whoever told you writing is easy is a filthy liar. Nothing about creating a whole world using only your words is easy. And while you can have grammar mistakes and typos here and there, I always get lost in the story I barely notice them at all. You are not lazy for taking a break."

"But this is not a break," you hid your face in his chest, hugging him to you. "I don't have any ideas. I want to write, but I don't know what about," you felt his fingers thread through your hair, caressing you.

"Then start out slowly. Write about your memories. Small parts of your life that make you smile. They are all little stories only you know and can share with the world. And sooner than you notice, inspiration will hit you again and you will write just like before. But for now, my darling, baby steps."

His words helped you, a lot. You still kept your face pressed to his chest, listening to his breath, his heart. His fingers were gently scratching your head in a calming rhythm, his other hand kept your torso pressed to him.

"I love you Loki, thank you for helping me," you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek.

"Always my dear," he kissed your forhead. "Always."