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I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending

Don’t use “traditional” witchcraft tools/practices if they don’t feel right to you. There’s no right or wrong way to be a witch, and things like crystals/herbs may not resonate with you. That’s totally fine.

Maybe your witchcraft is poetry. Maybe your witchcraft is music. Maybe your witchcraft is crafting, or exercise, or cooking, whatever! If something feels right to you, don’t be afraid to try it because it doesn’t seem “witchy” enough. Your power comes from within; listening to yourself will make your magic stronger.

the fatui harbingers are so funny to me because it's like eight of the sexiest queer goths you've ever seen alongside the pringles man

bitches mad he can experience childhood whimsy and delight. CEO of moisturized and in my lane. "my gf is mad at me I hope I die" personified

Something REALLY interesting about this scene

At the beginning of the scene Miles confronts Gwen about the 'small elite strike-team' comment.

Gwen lies and plays it off, saying that most of them are part-time anyway.

IMMEDIATELY after that in the next line dialogue, Hobie confronts Gwen and asks her 'Gwendy, how much have you told him about his place in all this? - Maybe not enough.'

Hobie is expressioning disappointment towards Gwen. He doesn't approve of her lying to Miles, knowing what's gonna happen to him. He doesn't agree with them keeping him in the dark - which is why later in the scene he says

'I haven't gotten a Scooby Doo, mate. But that's what they want.'

He's warning Miles that they're keeping in him the dark, on purpose.

ONCE AGAIN Hobie showing foward thinking and outwardly disapproving of the obviously unfair treatment that Miles is given. He's not angry at Gwen, but he's willing to tell her straight up that she's not doing or telling Miles enough to protect him.

Miles deserved to know Miguel's motives BEFORE meeting him. That's why he pointed it out then.

He's ALWAYS looking out for Miles

Sometimes I hyperfocus so hard on something, I forget I’m a person until someone interacts with me. I feel like some wild animal seeing a human being for the first time. I’m like “oh yeah I’m supposed to speak and stuff”

This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune

A Penny For Your Troubles - A ShinKami Oneshot

(i drafted this ages ago for a story i wanted to write and haven’t touched it for months. i finally worked up the courage to post it so enjoy. or don’t. your choice.)

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“Care to dance?”

Shinsou’s heart leapt out his chest as he turned to see Denki standing behind him. The blonde’s hair was carefully slicked back in an attempt to make himself look more distinguished, but the same old mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he smiled.

“I’m afraid I can’t accept your offer.”

“Why not?”

“You still owe me gas money for driving you here. Until I get that, I won’t even look at you.”

With that remark, Shinsou quickly turned back around so Denki couldn’t see the way that he looked at him.

The way he longed for him.

And being the oblivious idiot that he was, Denki didn’t notice as he plopped down next to him, sighing in defeat.

For a while, it was quiet.

Just the pair enjoying the beauty of the garden before them.

And just as soon it started, the silence quickly ended. Denki fumbled on the bench in a desperate search for something and Shinsou couldn’t help but stare as the blond unknowingly made a fool of himself. He pulled out his wallet and turned to him with the widest smile etched into his delicate features.

“If I give you 20 bucks, on top of the money I already owe you, will you dance with me?”

Shinsou’s head whipped towards him, and in that moment it seemed as if the word surprised was permanently slapped across his forehead. He paused, contemplating his choice, before answering.

“Make it 25 and I’ll even do the waltz.”

“Deal.”

Denki stood and placed himself in front of Shinsou. Gracefully, he drags him back into the slightly crowded ballroom. As he laced Shinsou’s hand with one of his own, Denki’s other hand awkwardly made its way down to the male’s hips before quickly settling back up on his chest. Noticing this, Shinsou smirked at the blonde’s nervous laughter, lacing an arm around his waist.

Soon enough as they began to spin in small circles, careful not to draw any unnecessary attention to themselves, it all clicked together.

In that very moment, it was as if their hearts were beating in sync. Time slowed down and the world seemed to revolve around just the two of them. They danced to a rhythm that only their hearts knew and didn’t seem to care if a single soul judged them for it. They stared at each other as if they were the last two people in the universe.

And at that moment, it seemed like they really were.

i cannot stop thinking about the scene where peter b turns around like he just realized miguel is genuinely insane it is so funny

like ohhhhh. okay. yeah he’s gonna maim that 15 year old.

Boxer Miguel Boxer Miguel Boxer Miguel B-