BABY
My hair is almost long enough to start doing it like this :B
Original inspiration for the cut I got
BABY
My hair is almost long enough to start doing it like this :B
Original inspiration for the cut I got
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James Potter, human disaster:
Beatrice and her family had agreed not to talk about the witch who lived next door. They weren’t quite sure if she was a witch although sometimes she would find her neighbour outside her door with herbs of all different kinds humming a chant, after that her mother gave her the benefit of the doubt assuming she was a part of “one of those up and coming religions, you know the ones with the gurus”. Beatrice was quite certain she was a witch. She had read about all sorts of witches in books she got from the library across the street. Her mum had bought the house solely because Willow Creek’s one and only library happened to be right in front of the small yellow house Beatrice called home. It was a fixer-upper as her mom would have said, but the ‘fixing upping’ never seemed to happen. The green kitchen tiles were chipping and sometimes if Beatrice listened really closely she swore she could hear mice in the floorboards.
The first time she had met the witch was when they moved in. Her mom insisted on making apple pie, for the neighbours, that wasn’t even that good since her mother had done it in a rush and always said recipes were a suggestion. Beatrice had been given the task of bringing 3 apple pies to the two houses down from her (she was meant to bring four but the fourth one burnt). After twenty minutes of arguing in which Hunter, Beatrice’s younger brother said he couldn’t do it because he had homework, although it was Christmas break, and her father told her he would take away her cell phone privileges, Beatrice was forced to the cold streets of her new neighbourhood to deliver three pies that smelt a little like crab apples.
The witch’s home was a teal colour with pink shutters. If that hadn’t been clashing enough, she had painted sunflowers in horizontal strings along the panels of her home. The door was a bright yellow, naturally. The house looked like a playhouse from the outside and Beatrice wondered if the witch had always lived here, as she noticed the teal paint chipping close to the windows. The home smelt of lavender and the front walkway was lined with large stepping stones that had been lifted from any snow. Beatrice walked cautiously along the stones and wondered if maybe she could just leave the pie on the doorstep…or just throw it away all together. After all, there was no car home, although she wasn’t sure if the woman owned a car at all. Just as she reached the doorstep and lifted a fist to knock since the doorbell had been recklessly torn out, the witch opened the door. She had glasses that took over her face and large beady green eyes, much like the colour of her home. She was wearing a lilac robe, and her long bushy brown hair was tied in a messy braid that reached all the way to her hips. Beatrice had been so scared she almost dropped the pie as she handed it into the woman’s long thin fingers. The witch whispered a raspy thank you before Beatrice could run away as fast as she could, her combat boots full of snow when she got home.
Beatrice couldn’t stop thinking about the witch ever since she saw her in person. Her family endured the odd occurrences of seeing the woman in the snow dropping piles of string and mumbling under her breath. On one such occasion, she watched the witch tie orange string all the way up the large willow tree that was in the center of their circle neighborhood. It took her nearly 3 hours, and had fallen off the wooden ladder she had brought 4 times.
After Beatrice had told her best friend Suzie about the witch during their weekly homework session at the library, Suzie triple dog dared Beatrice to go up to the door of the witch’s home and knock three times before running away.
“It’s like a ding dong ditch minus the ding dong,” Suzie had said after Beatrice had described the broken doorbell.
After fifteen minutes of stalling in which Suzie offered twenty dollars and a strawberry ice cream, Beatrice finally decided to leave the library to ding dong ditch (minus the ding dong) the witch.
Suzie, not wanting to be too close, but close enough to see her face was on the edge of the sidewalk across the street waiting. Beatrice had a strong sense of deja-vu as she stepped on the stones of the witch’s front yard. Just as she reached the last stone the witch opened the door before Beatrice could knock. Beatrice had promised herself she wouldn’t be scared this time, and forced herself to look into the woman’s bright green eyes.
Before Beatrice could come up with a good enough excuse as to why she was here, the witch spoke in her same raspy voice that had kept Beatrice up for weeks.
“I’ve just got some tea on the stove, would you like some?” The witch asked in a calm tone. Beatrice wondered how much money Suzie would give her for entering the witch’s house. She mumbled a thank you before turning to see Suzie’s petrified face as she walked through the yellow door.
The witch’s home was surprisingly bright. Every inch was covered with plants of all different sizes and shapes. Beatrice admired a spider plant at the entrance as she followed the witch into the kitchen.
The house was cluttered, but in an interesting way. Beatrice’s eyes couldn’t look fast enough at everything she wanted to see. There was clocks all over the room each at a different time, incense filled the home burning in different corners. There was yarn and knitting needles on the couch with a very small sweater being made. The kitchen was lined with pots hanging from the ceiling. The counters were a pink tile and hundreds of spices were lined above the orange stove. Beatrice watched as the witch carefully selected spices and herbs from fresh plants around the kitchen. She skillfully poured in the boiling water before sinking the tea in with a metal pod.
The witch seemed as if she was gliding above the floor as she walked. She wore a long burgundy robe and golden jewelry covered her arms. Her hair was left unruly today, reaching down to her thighs without it being tied. She passed a warm mug to Beatrice and gestured for her to sit at the circular wooden table in the corner of the kitchen.
They sat in silence for a while, Beatrice admiring the home and soaking up the scent of the chai tea.
“Have you always lived here?” Beatrice asked breaking the silence.
“25 years, so not always, but very long.” The witch smiled as she could feel the girl’s curiosity. She watched Beatrice’s eyes shoot back and forth looking at the muffins in the glass jar, to the moon cycle chart in the sitting room. She had thought about the girl many times since she had last seen her. She had forseen a loss in the family and she wished the girl well. She had even performed a spell on the willow tree with orange string to save the girl from harm.
“That is very long.” Beatrice agreed as if it now made sense how her home was so full. Beatrice’s home had never been this warm. She could not find a better word to describe it, her home was filled with white furniture and black rimmed photos. She had a tv that took up most of the wall in the living room and her mom had designed her bedroom to be themed blue.
The witch did not know what to say but found comfort in the silence. She thought of different spells she could do to save the girl from the pain she would feel from the loss. Perhaps a witch’s ladder or maybe a rain dance. She gave the girl a special chai tea that gave peace of mind, she thought a clearing of the head would do well for Beatrice. The witch didn’t know what to say but felt as if there was something to be said.
“There is hurt here in this home. I know it may not seem to you as if there could ever be hurt here or ever have been, but there is. I hope you know that there is pain in even the warmest of places but that is not something to be afraid of. Pain is often what makes a place heal, makes a place even warmer than before. Pain makes us grateful. And happiness comes from gratefulness and not gratefulness from happiness. You are a bright girl, I saw it in your eyes the moment you came to deliver pie. Do not let that brightness go away. Do not forget about the stories you read in the books or the make believe you played as a child. Do not let yourself forget the warmth you have felt. Because although you may feel as if you have never felt warmth, you have in different ways and you must find those ways whether it be through others or yourself. I know you are afraid of me, and perhaps your family as well, but I always have tea brewing if you ever do fancy a cup.” In the moment, Beatrice had not known why the witch’s words had been spoken, only did she know that she felt terrible for every single judgement she had made to the woman. She wished she could have apologized for all the times she had spoken about her at family dinner or at a sleepover with friends. She wished she could have told her about all the things she had said to reconcile her newly discovered sins. But there was nothing to be said. The two women sat in silence as they finished their tea and nothing was ever the same again.
fleur delacour falling in love with bill weasley because he sees her. his youngest brother looked and went hair-eyes-teeth-legs, thought body, thought sex. her whole life, men have been looking and seeing a thing, not a girl. since she turned thirteen and bud-breasts pressed up against her shirts and boys at school wanted to sit close, men back home lingered too long in hugs.
until she was fifteen she dressed herself in shame before she put any clothes on at all. wore everything a few sizes too big, a few inches too long. draped herself in thick fabrics to hide the body beneath them. never learned that hot eyes on her were the fault of their owners, not her. took the uncomfortable stares and the endless flirtation as a fact of life. was fourteen the first time she dared to say “stop looking!” and met only laughter.
it’s not until she’s nearly sixteen and her sister is turning ten that she sees eyes begin to slide over her and to gabrielle. a friend of their father’s, not even that deep into a bottle of wine, caresses a child-round cheek and murmurs a line from lolita, eyes too bright and lips too dry. gabrielle flickers a panicked glance around the room. that look is so familiar. the same hour fleur switches her baggy sweatshirt for a crop top and rolls her skirt over two inches.
they will look at her. never at her sister.
I’ve already done a post about how to get into makeup, and one about how to get into SFX, so I figured I might as well make one for skincare. I have extremely sensitive, extremely acne-prone skin, so when it comes to skincare products, I’ve literally tried everything. It’s gotten to the point where I’m the “resident expert” that all of my family and friends come to when they need help figuring out which products to use.
I think a lot of people don’t take proper care of their skin because they have the misconception that it’s time-consuming and/or expensive. Honestly, I spend less than two minutes on skincare on most days, and I only use affordable products that are available at drug stores. No matter who you are, you can afford to take good care of your skin.
There are other product names that you might see floating around online (like “essence” or “facial oil”), but these are the basic products that you need to know about. Honestly, if you have a good cleanser, toner, and moisturizer (plus maybe a face mask or two for occasional pampering), then you don’t really need any other products, because those three will get the job done.
This post goes into detail of all the products and tricks I use in my own personal routine, if you’re curious.
I hope this post was helpful! If you have any questions about specific products, or about treating specific skin conditions, feel free to message me and I’ll try to help in any way I can.
masterlist (there’s more beauty/skincare tips on there, if you’re interested)
jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed?
lavender; soundcloud or vinyls?
primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?
lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?
bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month?
gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself?
lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests?
whirling butterflies; would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits?
apricot drift; how do you feel right now?
everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having?
queen’s cup; what are you craving right now?
lavender dream; turn ons/offs?
water lilly; when was the last time you cried? why?
lily of the valley; did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?
winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream?
honey perfume; favorite movie ever?
desert rose; do you like yourself?
snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity?
night owl; how many countries have you visited?
heliotrope; have you ever been in a castle?
creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?
lantana; what’s on your mind right now?
pumpkin patch; what’s your zodiac sign?
tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.
daphne; do you believe in karma?
queen of the meadow; ever been in love?
wisteria; whom do you admire and why?
angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?
remember me; did you make someone laugh today?
iris; do you believe in ghosts?
lilac; if you could go back in time which time period would you visit?
caramel kisses; would you want to live forever? why/why not?
primula; what makes you sad?
rain lily; was today typical? why/why not?
queen anne’s lace; who do you trust the most?
lady’s slipper; what did you have for breakfast today?
forget me not; do you have any regrets looking back in your life?
lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe?
violet; favorite tv show?
sunflower; share a favorite quote.
snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like?
tiger lily; do you have any hobbies?
peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you.
tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared?
honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger?
sweet pea; who means the world to you? why?
love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read?
foxglove; who is your favorite cartoon character?
magnolia; coffee or tea?
crown imperial; would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved?
snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person?
bell flower; what is your biggest addiction?
cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy?
moonflower; what’s your favorite color?
freesia; do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not?
sundrop; are you a morning or a night person?
poppy; have you ever dealt with a mental illness?
clover; how would your friends describe you?
dandelion; do you consider yourself and extrovert or an introvert?
lilly; what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do?
anemone; describe yourself in 3 words.
lotus; best memory as a child?
angelonia; what is your eye and hair color?
dahlia; do you like crystals?
buttercup; if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?
baby’s breath; what’s your hogwarts house?
calendula; biggest pet peeve?
blanker flower; would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet?
blazing star; share a secret.
carnation; would you rather live longer or happier?
petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why?
bluebell; do you wear glasses?
nymphea; forest or river?
orchid; do you like exercise?
pansy; do you like poetry?
morning glory; any special talent that you have?
