#friday full moon

[the-corset-witch]

today is a full moon, on a friday, which is good for self love (and other love/lust matters) but I'm going to suggest a spell for self love

This is a super easy one, we need a slip of paper, a writing utensil, and if you're feeling fancy a bit of thread in a color you personally love & think represents the self love you want to have

We will take our writing utensil, we will write an affirmation on the bit of paper.

*If you are like me and feel better with almost too specific directions, here they are. My paper is the size of a business card folded 'hot dog' style (or horizontally, thank you google!), my pen color is black (what I had) and my affirmation is "I appreciate myself, even my flaws". I have chosen a baby pink embroidery thread- again, the thread is completely optional.*

Now, fold your slip of paper up nice and tight, however you like. I like to roll mine up like a little scroll.

If you've chosen to incorporate a bit of thread you will wrap & tie it around your affirmation. I like the number 3, so I wrap 3 times, and tie 3 knots, while repeating my affirmation 3 times. If you like a different number, go with it!

Final step... Go look up at the moon, and then leave it for the moon. If it's cloudy, that's fine, you can leave it outside to bask in natural energies all the same. Tonight, for me, it is cloudy.

*If you want, you can tell the moon your affirmation, and thank her for helping you see something to love in yourself even in the darkest hours, which is how I end this spell, but you may choose to end it another way, if you like*

[stagbel]

Some stolitz texposts cause, the irl full moon is FUCKING TOMORROW and there’s still no info on the episode, so I’m kinda hoping this will magically summon the release date lmao

[summerwages]

coming and going...moon magic...

[robineisenberg]

strawberry moon tonight 🍓🌕

[autisticblitz]

Day 1 - Cheek Kiss ❤️

a drunk clingy Blitzø is a must 😌

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Continuation of last Friday's prompt, as some of you asked for.

Extraterrestrial or an Illusion?

It takes a while to calm down. John’s screaming doesn’t last that long, but his heart races like he’s run for hours. He looks down at the two phones in his right hand. One is his own, the other is Sherlock’s, and John has no idea how the latter got there. The text Sherlock sent him only minutes earlier and John’s reply are still visible on the screen when John taps it.

Someone in the hall. Come at once. Be careful. SH

In the hall. Where are you?

John does not believe in anything paranormal, but he can’t explain this. The full moon still shines brightly, but John can see that clouds will soon obscure it. He shivers slightly from an unexpected chill, as if something cold just passed him.

Sherlock. Must find Sherlock.

He gazes at the stairs, takes a firmer grip on his gun, and ascends cautiously to the upper floor. No sounds from anywhere are heard. Apart from his pounding heart and his breathing. 

When he reaches the landing, he hesitates. 

Left, or right?

As he turns left, a sudden darkness sets in the corridor. The clouds have hidden the light from the moon effectively. John swallows hard, switches on his torch again, and walks to the first door, which is slightly ajar. He opens it carefully, and to his relief it makes no sound.

The room he enters is a nursery. All the toys are old, and some are even broken. A doll with half torn off hair, stares up at him with empty eye sockets. He turns around quickly with his gun raised. When he realises what’s making the sound he reacted to, he feels the hair on his head stand up. 

An antique rocking chair in a corner of the room is moving as if a person sits in it, but there’s no one there apart from John. The windows are closed, so it cannot be explained by the wind causing the chair to rock back and forth. He makes a sweep around the room and decides to move on to the next door. The chair stops rocking once he reaches the threshold.

His pulse slows down after he’s searched the other rooms. They’re all empty. He turns to explore the rooms on the right side of the stairs. A bright light makes him gasp, before he understands that the clouds have moved away from the surface of the moon.

Full moon frenzy can make the most rational person a little unhinged.

He takes a deep breath and opens the first door. It creaks. A lot. John winces, but there’s nothing for it. His determined steps carry him over the threshold and into a bathroom. In the corner is a large bathtub that stands on claw feet. On the floor is a wooden bucket. A big hole in the bottom tells him that it hasn’t been used for decades. The cabinet on the other wall is open, its doors long since removed. All the shelves are grey with dust and in the upper corner is a fragile spider’s web.

When he once again stands in the doorway, he freezes. The other three doors are all wide open. Before he entered the bathroom they were closed. His palms start to sweat again, and he almost loses the gun.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “If this is a trick, Sherlock, I’m going to kill you with my bare hands!”

The house is still eerily quiet. He steals himself for an encounter with whatever this house is concealing. Two of the rooms are empty, but the third, and last one is not.

A gigantic four-poster bed is oddly enough placed in the middle of the room instead of by the wall. It’s made of dark brown wood with twisted posts. John can’t see if anyone is lying there, because all four sides are covered with velvet curtains in dark green, adorned with gilt embroidery.

Apart from the large furniture, the room is bare. He walks around the bed, trying to get a glimpse through an opening in the curtains. When he finally finds one, his heart skips several beats, and his gun slips out of his hand. His trembling fingers clutch the velvet curtain and shoves it aside. On the bed lies Sherlock, dressed in his suit and Belstaff. His face is lit up by the moonlight. He looks peaceful, but too pale for John’s liking. The lack of pulse does that to a person, he muses, before everything goes black.

To be continued...

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[shelovesskiez]

15.11.24

© - Shelovesskiez

[homvlily]

friday the 13th

underneath the serene december sky, the stars fall like raindrops racing down the window glass and the gemini moon illuminates the surrounding blackness a sleepy, navy blue. i am as safe as a mouse snuggled deep in it’s burrow, the steaming hot tub reminiscent of the loving warmth of a mother’s pelt. i listen soundly to the singsong voices of my dearest friends; there is no where i’d rather be than here, in this very moment, filled to the brim with the hot drink of tender love.

@homvlily (2024)

[danwhobrowses]

Well Critters the year is almost up, at least for me here in England. Aside from the general pensiveness and reflection of the past year, it also means I'm about to (technically) complete my first full year of following the CR episodes as they came out; a year full of twists, turns, uprisings, downfalls, and just so much going on - only for the campaign to now be nearing its end.

We knew the end was coming sure, but since December's 4SD announced itself as the last of the campaign the number of episodes remaining has grown more finite, likely to be around 1-4 more episodes, and confronting the end is very different to acknowledging it ending. Admittedly in the confronting part I've become a liiiiittle bit of a mess, loaded with panic and worry beyond my own control; I sometimes tell myself that I'm being silly, they're fictional characters, the story's likely already recorded its end, and I never had any control or influence on the story to begin with, but as expected such attempts are both hollow and in vain. It's been a while since I was this invested in a story, or fandom for that matter, and the fact that most key and decisive moments will be determined by dice rolls continuously does nothing to soothe my nerves, or my uncertainties towards how it'll end - after all, the hardest battle has yet to be fought, the biggest decisions yet to be made, and Ludinus Da'leth is way WAY too calm about being trapped in a Force Cage for my liking.

I wonder if the fear and dread was the same for those watching the end of the previous two campaigns? If it was more or less than it is now by comparison? In hindsight, while the final stage so far feels more grounded compared to the more spectacular, massive miniature, larger-than-life endgame battles against Vecna and Lucien's Neo-Somnovem phases, it feels like the stakes are riskier for Bells Hells, on a low Level 15 with no cleric, dismal openings for additional support, and little wiggle room to get creative, especially since killing Ludinus - who continues to be touted as the 'strongest mage of our time' and could get even stronger depending on which way Matt goes with him - alone potentially won't end the overarching conflict, though he should still die nonetheless. At the very least I want the Hells (as we have for VM and the Nein) to all be free to live happily, be it settling down, embarking on new adventures, or just being the best they can be - and doing so with the people that mean the most to them - and at the very most I want them to make the best and kindest decision for the world as a whole, which I hope they get the chance and take the opportunity to do so.

It's still difficult to ready myself for it ending mind you, since I could have very easily spent another year with these idiots and still not be fully ready to say goodbye to them. On that however, I know not everyone shares my sentiment; some are truly ready for the campaign to be over and for C4 for explode (pun intended) onto the scene with brand new characters that in a few years time we'll also likely be unready to say goodbye to, and that's fine. But for all that can and will be said about Campaign 3 - positively and critically - it has very much delighted, disheveled, and deranged me for most of the year, usually at my desk of work, so trying to brace myself for the climax has, and continues to be, a lot of mental effort. Keeping myself positive and hopeful in these situations is tough especially when on the verge of a big battle; sometimes the negative thoughts creep in, Youtube videos full of pessimists and clickbait titles appearing unwantedly on my recommendations don't help, nor does the memory of what happened the last time the Hells were in a major boss battle at the tail end of their time on Ruidus, but when the campaign does end I want it to be looked upon fondly, and a lot of that does hinge on its conclusion. Obviously, I trust the group and Matt's storytelling, but that is only to an extent; defeating Ludinus is something I know Bells Hells are capable of doing - so long as the dice gods play ball and Matt doesn't inexplicably overbuff Ludinus to the nth degree like he did with Otohan - but the Predathos decision remains the root and focal point of the campaign's criticisms for good reason, often overshadowing and playing obstacle to character growth and direction. There is a satisfying and spectacular conclusion in there, but navigating it - even for a group that embraces 'when given two options, we pick option 3' more times than not - let alone achieving it is a very delicate path of fine margins, one that can indeed make or break the campaign - and a lot of my worries lie there, that and approaching/confronting an entity so voracious and eager to escape that it makes the gods terrified enough to deliberate breaking down the Divine Gate.

Without talking more to death about the god stuff and Predathos thing like we the fandom have already done aplenty, there's not much else I can say except that I'm worried but also trying to be hopeful. The campaign ending in tragedy or a pyrrhic victory is possible but it's not an outcome I personally desire or want to entertain. You could perhaps aptly translate that to my general feelings towards the new year too; having wants and wishes, hopes and hesitancies, fears and fandom, just currently a bit more compressed here than it is for the full year - and given our recent run of the years playing dystopia simulator, I'm more hopeful in one than the other right now - and perhaps it would do good to start the year with something to smile about. Right now, it's just that it's happening; it's happening, it's soon, and it's very apparent how close we are to finishing, which means I'm panicking and rambling, and panicking, and of course, rambling. I don't know what emotions will January send me through, but I do hope with all my being that they'll be positive ones.

So whether or not you reached the end of this, I wish you all a Happy New Year and, much like the end of Campaign 3, I hope it's a good one.

[the-corset-witch]

Fucking love when the full moon lands on a friday

[yourmoodboards-areonfiirree]

Ethan moodboard with Werewolf inspo!

✰ self indulgent! ✰

(All images found on pinterest)

[beatrix33]

full moon release date!!! let’s go!

[aphrodite-kallisti]

[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

Halt and Catch Fire (2014-2017) season 4, episode 2: "Signal to Noise"

[dinosaurwithablog]

It's Friday the 13th so instead of Santa Claus, I give you kitty claws!! Have a great day, and don't spill the salt! 😁🖤🖤🖤

[psychelis-new]

The more I walk on this path knowing myself and how my fears originated, separating from them, the more I feel this fresh sweet air around me keeping me company and comforting me, giving me peace of mind, calmness and love. And I am so thankful for it. Thanks for being around<3

Please y'all too, keep an eye out for signs (eg. specific animals, colors, shapes, letters, words, numbers, smells... anything) that remind you you are not alone. Not even when you feel so lonely and left out, struggling to be accepted and loved, seen, cared for. Be positive: everything will change soon for the best. Keep hanging on. Keep taking good care of you, know yourself and love yourself exactly for who you are: you are so perfect already, good and "bad". Do not trust the opinion of those who cannot see the real whole you or never wanted to. To keep trying to do your best is one of the many reasons why you are so deserving and worthy.