#witches society

[greenwitchcrafts]

On Samhain, I made this so everyone at our local community event could make their own simmer pot to take home, so I decided to add a little more to it & share! Simmer pots are one of my favorite witchy things to do & they are SO easy.

I hope y'all can find this useful💚

[ofmossandmist]

Starting (or refreshing) your Spiritual Path

Now that we're beginning the descent into '25, I've been pouring over old notes and journals recently - laughing at mistakes that I thought were tragic and practice-ending, and clearing out old spell jars that were pointless from the start.

That's not to say that they're pointless for everyone! But at that point in my practice, I had no intention or even a true desire for the things I was creating spell jars for - I mean, I did (sort of), but not really. I was simply putting herbs and tiny crystals in jars, sealing them with wax, and essentially forgetting they ever existed.

So while I'm starting the journey of rekindling, reshaping, and revising my spiritual practice, I thought I'd share some lessons that I, so cleverly, decided to learn the hard way.

please keep in mind, these are all my opinions and perceptions, and simply what i've found true for me in my reanalysis of my practice. if this doesn't resonate with you, keep scrolling.

1. Research anything that interests you.

While I was definitely inhaling any and all information I could get my grubby lil paws on back then, I certainly wasn't researching any of it. I wasn't doing the work, I took everything at face value and was simply going through the motions. In other words, I was in "spiritual bypass mode" (this is like doing last night's homework by copying the answers off the person next to you three minutes before class starts). I had no idea what it was that I was actually doing. I thought by making these cute little spell jars and sealing it up with a little prayer inside, I'm good! I did magic! Because at the time I believed that magic is whatever you want it to be.

My pisces sun is so funny sometimes because she'll sit there all innocent-like and wise-lookin, then turn around to reveal the most phfffat, juicy, great-googly-moogly-sized ego out of all the zodiacs. I really took a full five years to work up the courage to even ADMIT TO MYSELF IN. MY. HEAD. that I was struggling and something needed to change. These spell jars that I created for happiness, prosperity, self-love, abundance (and whatever else) actually did the opposite for me. I was severely depressed, broke, and the cherry on top: I genuinely hated myself and who I was becoming.

My point: if you don't research, how do you know what it is you're actually doing? You can *feel* your way through a decent chunk of witchcraft, sure, however the long-term implications of working with things you don't fully understand will show up clearly in hindsight only. Read that again.

(Personally, I research things that will directly affect my practice and if I am interested in knowing more, I dive deeper. I am not telling you that you need to know every single herbal correspondence to each one of the dieties in every pantheon ever to exist just because you want to develop a working relationship with Hestia.)

2. Establish a daily practice.

Once you get step 1 down, the rest becomes butter... sorta. A daily practice was wild to me but I relearned what routines mean. They are simply the things we do in our day-to-day that break up the moments we spend in our head. NOT necessarily a to-do list timed to the minute. Meaning: just try shit. Do the things and then learn from said things. Fuck things up just to learn how to put them back together. Ignore the trends and focus on what you want to see for yourself. Your practice can be as simple as brushing your teeth in the morning and poppin an always-classy-double-finger-gun at the mirror for some quick self-love ORRRRRR as intimate as a fullout 37-step, 2.5 hour glow-up designed to eliminate your pores and your enemies. Ya feel? Just try something and see what works for you.

3. Find Community.

This is my number one personal biggest nope. Don't get me wrong, there are times when hermitude is the way to go - but growing in your practice is MUCH easier* when you have a supportive community of people.

I didn't realize the importance of this when I first began to retreat into reclusivity. I thought I could fix my depression (and my life) with half a snickers bar and a borrowed cup of sugar to sweeten the absolute lemons that were getting yeeted at me - there were only three people in my life at this time, but they pushed me to think deeper, differently, and beyond what I thought I was capable of. You can take yourself a great distance on your own, but you'll always go further with support.

*easy is relative. was it easy to admit that I was a terrible friend for many, many years? no. but I became a better friend because of it. it's a lot easier to keep friends when they actually like you. Get me?

4. Gratitude AND Grace.

Oooof, I really struggle to take the time to stop and appreciate all that I am already blessed with in the moment. I get so caught up in "making room for what's to come" and preparing for the future that I'll forget what's already been in my life.

I have a lot of shame around gratitude that stems from my childhood. I was consistently told I wasn't "grateful enough" for all I was given, (there's a lot to unpack there) but what I've learned is that gratitude shows instead of tells, and it shows the Universe that we are aligned with the energy of receiving. That we are ready for 'the next' because we are fully content and comfortable with where we are and what we have.

In the shadow of Grace, lives Shame. It's a line I often use as a compass to lead the way back to allowing myself the grace to make mistakes. To allow my practice to look imperfect. After all, that's why it's called a practice.

5. Change is inevitable.

You already know this, but it's strange to look back on the beginning on your path from the middle of it. Your gifts and interests will grow and evolve and shift and shrink with you. Be open to that change, it's what will keep you centered, fresh, and grounded. Evolution is natural, lean into the evolution of your personal practice.

I think this can lead back to the whole grace thing. For those of us often scared by change, it can be a shocking thing - it may even seem toxic when things change. During times like that, I (personally) turn to meditation to tune inwards. I go deeper to better understand why certain things are resonating with me and if I truly want to incorporate new energy into my spiritual path.

idk how to end this. like what am I supposed to say??? Do you want my whole life story?? This was only supposed to be some cute little "tips and tricks" guide. I just dropped some deep lore pretty casually up there. That whole ego shit? Do you think I wanted to type that??? You've gotten enough from me. Leave me be. Go learn shit, go start your own things. What are you still doing here? Oh, and by the way, you are not obligated to do anything the way you see it online OR IN BOOKS. You do not have to have an aesthetic practice. Your practice is defined by you alone.

So anyways, kids. Do school, stay drugged and fuck your vegetables.

-Moss

[khajiithaswitchywares]

Go hiking. Fake your death. Become one with the forest. Elevate to forest god. The simple things.

[vriskan8or]

let her go

[nostalgicacademia]

Dark Academia Girl

My articles on Dark Academia:

Dark Academia aesthetic

The imaginary of Dead Poets Society

The Secret History a key fandom

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Chat, I regret to inform you that I have added a new hyperfixation…so…

Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!

Alice: Hold the fuck up.

Also Alice, crawling into Lilia’s lap: It’s me. I’m the fuck up. Hold me.

Rio: I have an idea!

Jen: No murder.

Rio, sighing petulantly: I no longer have an idea.

Lilia: I have a bad feeling about this…

Agatha: What do you mean?

Alice: Don’t you ever get that little voice in the back of your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?

Agatha: No.

Jen: That actually explains so much.

Lilia: As far back as I can remember, I’ve always had this little voice in my head telling me to “live it up today, because there’s not gonna be a lot of tomorrows”.

Agatha: You do realize there’s medication designed to get rid of those kinds of voices, right?

Teen: A bird flew in through my window and I’m trying to befriend it.

*later*

Agatha: Why don’t you quit bothering me and go talk to your bird friend?

Teen: Matthew and I are not speaking at the moment.

*the coven, huddling together behind a makeshift shelter to shield themselves from repeated gunshots*

Alice, hastily shoving the others behind her so she can return fire: Agatha, do you have any idea who would want to shoot you?!

Agatha, squashed between Jen and Rio: Many people want to shoot me. I take great pride in that!

Jen, glaring at the group as she hands over bail money:

Alice, tapping her shoulder: What about Teen?

Jen, glaring more: I’ve got to bail him out too? Where’s Agatha?

Teen: No one called her. We used Lilia’s phone call to call Alice and Rio’s to call you. Then Rio used my phone call to vote for American Idol.

Rio: :)

Jen: Rio isn’t answering her phone.

Agatha: Here, I’ll try.

Jen: Alice and I have tried six times each, what makes you think that-

Rio, picking up on the first ring: Hey, sweetheart.

Agatha: The ends always justify the means!

Jen: Do you know who said that?

Agatha: Was it Oprah or someone nice and great like that?

Jen: It was Machiavelli. A decidedly non-Oprah like person.

Jen: I bet you didn’t even finish the thing I asked you to get done!

Agatha: For your information, I most certainly did! Got it done last night!

Teen, whispering to Agatha: You didn’t get it done, did you?

Agatha, whispering back: I don’t even know what she’s talking about.

Lilia: I am at a loss for words!

Teen, glancing at the camera like his mom like he’s on The Office: Despite being lost for words, Lilia yelled at us for the next 45 minutes.

Agatha, carrying Señor Scratchy out of the room:

Señor Scratchy: *snuggles under her chin*

Agatha, kissing his head: You are being punished. Please stop being adorable. I love you.

Teen: I got a trampoline tent for summer sleepovers!

Jen, whispering to the other adult witches: …think of all the sex.

Alice: There are two types of people.

Rio: If you wanted to eat someone, you could put a fire under it and slowly roast them :)

Lilia: …three. Three types of people.

Jen, cautiously: I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before, but…Teen, you are a little crazy.

Teen: Aren’t we all a little crazy here, Jen?

Jen: No, I mean you’re aging-ballerina, child-chess-prodigy, professional magician kind of crazy.

Teen: It’s my mom’s fault. You know, we come from a Jewish family, but she used to tell me the reason Santa didn’t come was because my room was too dirty.

Rio: I’ve come looking for trouble. And if I can’t find trouble, I WILL create some.

Alice: Do you trust me?

Lilia, smiling proudly at her: Yes.

Alice, who has been completely panicking: Wait, what? Why?!

Agatha, awkwardly glancing around for help: Er…Alice, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know what to say to people who are crying. So I’m just gonna hope that the tone of my voice makes you think I do, okay, sweetie?

Alice, sniffling: …thanks, Agatha.

Agatha, patting her on the back with a bit too much enthusiasm: No problem, kid.

Lilia: I told Agatha about it weeks ago!

Teen: She WHAT?

Agatha: What??? Lilia says insane shit all the time, how was I supposed to know this one was true?!

Lilia: Bank accounts are a sham created by the shadow government!

Agatha: SEE?!

BONUS:

Wanda, watching from the afterlife: so…when exactly do kids grow out of that whole emo, rebellious stage?

Lorna, shrugging: I don’t know. Alice is still in it.

[luckydaikon]

[natsgrave]

THE MANUSCRIPT | wanda maximoff

the only thing that's left is the manuscript. one last souvenir from my trip to your shores. now and then i reread the manuscript but the story isn't mine anymore. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist whispers of heartache m.list

It was a serene Saturday afternoon, and Y/N and Wanda were cozily ensconced in their favorite spot in the living room. The fireplace crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the room. They were wrapped in a shared blanket on the couch, Wanda's head resting on Y/N's shoulder, a feeling of contentment enveloping them.

"Y/N," Wanda began softly, breaking the comfortable silence. "Have you ever thought about what our wedding would be like?"

Y/N smiled, tilting her head to look at Wanda. "All the time. What about you? What do you imagine?"

Wanda's eyes sparkled with excitement as she shifted to face Y/N fully. "I've always dreamed of an outdoor wedding. Somewhere surrounded by nature, maybe a beautiful garden or a vineyard. Lots of flowers, twinkling fairy lights, and the sun setting in the background."

Y/N nodded, picturing the scene vividly. "That sounds perfect. I can see you walking down the aisle, looking stunning in a dress that flows with the breeze. I'd be waiting for you at the altar, feeling like the luckiest person in the world."

Wanda blushed slightly, her smile widening. "And what about the ceremony? How do you see it?"

"I think it should be intimate," Y/N said thoughtfully. "Just our closest friends and family. I want it to feel personal and meaningful. We could write our own vows, speaking from the heart about our journey and our love for each other."

Wanda's eyes misted over at the thought. "I love that idea. Our own vows, spoken with all the emotion and memories we've shared. It would make the moment even more special."

Y/N reached out, taking Wanda's hand in hers. "And after the ceremony, we could have a reception under the stars. A big tent with fairy lights, good music, and delicious food. Lots of dancing, laughter, and love filling the air."

Wanda squeezed Y/N's hand, her heart swelling with happiness. "Yes, and we could have a dance floor set up in the middle of the garden. Our first dance as a married couple would be to our favorite song, something that means a lot to both of us."

Y/N grinned. "Maybe 'Can't Help Falling in Love'? It's timeless and beautiful, just like you."

Wanda's cheeks flushed with warmth. "I love that song. It would be perfect for our first dance." ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦���

Y/N stood in the middle of the sprawling garden, taking a deep breath as she surveyed the space. This was where their dream would come to life, where Wanda's vision of a perfect wedding would unfold. The garden was a beautiful, verdant expanse, with lush greenery and vibrant flowers blooming everywhere. It was a picturesque setting, and Y/N could already see the transformation beginning in her mind.

The first step was to ensure the area was properly prepared. She had spent weeks coordinating with a team of landscapers and gardeners, making sure every detail was perfect. The grass was meticulously trimmed, and the flowerbeds were overflowing with colorful blooms. There were roses, lilies, daisies, and tulips, each chosen for their vibrant colors and sweet fragrances. The garden's natural beauty would serve as the perfect backdrop for Wanda's special day.

Next, Y/N focused on the seating arrangements. She wanted to create an intimate yet elegant setting for their guests. She decided on wooden chairs with white cushions, arranged in neat rows facing a beautiful archway covered in flowers. She enlisted the help of a skilled florist who spent hours weaving flowers and greenery into the arch, making it a stunning focal point.

As she supervised the setup, Y/N couldn't help but smile, thinking about how Wanda's eyes would light up when she saw everything. She knew how much this day meant to her, and she was determined to make it perfect. The ceremony area was taking shape beautifully, but there was still so much more to do.

Moving on to the reception area, Y/N envisioned a large tent set up in the middle of the garden. The tent would be draped with white fabric, creating a soft, romantic atmosphere. She worked closely with the rental company to ensure the tent was spacious and elegant, with enough room for dining, dancing, and mingling.

Inside the tent, Y/N decided on round tables covered with crisp white linens. She chose centerpieces of wildflowers arranged in mason jars, adding a touch of rustic charm. Each table was set with fine china, polished silverware, and crystal glasses, creating a beautiful contrast with the natural setting. Small, flickering candles were placed around the centerpieces, adding a warm and inviting glow.

The dance floor was another important aspect of the reception. Y/N envisioned a wooden dance floor under the stars, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. She spent hours stringing the lights across the garden, ensuring they were evenly spaced and would create a magical atmosphere once the sun set. The lights would not only illuminate the dance floor but also add a whimsical touch to the entire area.

Y/N also arranged for a small stage where the band would play. She and Wanda had chosen a local band known for their ability to set the perfect mood, from soft, romantic ballads to lively dance numbers. The stage was decorated with more flowers and lights, blending seamlessly with the overall theme.

The food and drink were carefully selected to match the garden setting. Y/N worked with a caterer to design a menu featuring fresh, seasonal ingredients. There would be a variety of appetizers, a sumptuous main course, and a selection of decadent desserts. A long wooden bar was set up at one end of the tent, stocked with fine wines, craft beers, and signature cocktails. Bartenders were instructed to create custom drinks that reflected Wanda's tastes, adding a personal touch to the celebration.

Finally, Y/N turned her attention to the smaller details that would make the day truly special. She designed a welcome sign made from reclaimed wood, with elegant calligraphy welcoming guests to their wedding. She also created personalized wedding favors-small potted succulents with tags that read, "Let love grow." These would be placed at each table setting, giving guests a beautiful and lasting memento of the day.

The final touches were in place. The garden was a vision of beauty, filled with vibrant flowers, twinkling lights, and elegantly set tables. Y/N stood at the entrance, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She hoped that Wanda would love what she had done, even though the day wasn't exactly what she had envisioned for them both.

As Y/N took a deep breath, she felt a presence beside her. It was Natasha, one of Wanda's closest friends and someone who had been a rock for both of them through the planning process.

"Hey, Y/N," Natasha said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "You did a really great job with everything. It's absolutely beautiful."

Y/N turned to her, a grateful smile spreading across her face. "Thanks, Nat. That means a lot coming from you. I just wanted everything to be perfect for her."

Natasha nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It is perfect. Wanda is going to love it. You've put so much heart into this, and it shows."

Y/N looked down, her hands trembling slightly. "I just want her to be happy."

As the music started to play softly, signaling that the ceremony was about to begin, Natasha gave Y/N one last encouraging smile. "Are you ready?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart aching but resolute. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Natasha gave her one final squeeze before walking towards the seating area, leaving Y/N standing at the entrance. She watched as the guests took their places, the garden filling with an air of anticipation and excitement.

And then she saw her— Wanda, looking breathtakingly beautiful in her wedding dress, her eyes sparkling with happiness taking in the beauty of the garden and the thoughtful details that Y/N had put into making her dream a reality. Wanda's gaze found Y/N's, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Wanda's eyes softened, and she mouthed, "Thank you," her expression filled with gratitude and love.

Y/N managed a bittersweet smile, nodding slightly as she mouthed back, "You're welcome."

As the wedding march began to play, Wanda turned and started her walk down the aisle towards her groom, Vision. Y/N's heart clenched as she watched Wanda move gracefully, every step taking her further away from the dreams they had once shared.

Y/N found a spot at the back, where she could quietly watch the ceremony without drawing attention. She saw the joy in Wanda's eyes, the love between her and Vision palpable. It was a beautiful ceremony, filled with heartfelt vows and tender moments.

As Wanda and Vision exchanged rings and sealed their union with a kiss, Y/N couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They flowed freely down her cheeks, a mix of sadness and acceptance. She was happy for Wanda, truly, but the ache in her heart was undeniable.

Natasha found her after the ceremony, pulling her into a comforting hug. "You did great, Y/N. It's okay to feel what you're feeling. Just remember, you're stronger than you think." Natasha placed a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "You're incredibly strong for doing this, Y/N. Letting Wanda go and still making sure her day is perfect— it takes a lot of courage and selflessness."

Y/N sighed, her eyes glistening with tears. "I just… I love her so much. I want her to have everything she's ever dreamed of, even if it means I'm not the one standing beside her."

Natasha gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Wanda is lucky to have someone like you in her life. And remember, you're strong enough to get through this. You've shown that already."

Y/N nodded, wiping her tears away. "Thanks, Nat. I needed to hear that. I just… I need a moment."

Natasha gave her a reassuring pat on the back before heading back to join the other guests. Y/N took a deep breath, looking around the garden one last time. She had poured her heart into this place, for Wanda's happiness, and that was something she could be proud of.

As she walked away, leaving the newlyweds to their joy, Y/N felt a sense of closure. She had given her all, and now it was time to find her own path, her own happiness. The garden, with its beauty and memories, would always be a testament to the love she had for Wanda, a love that was selfless and true.

Ans now, the only thing that's left is the manuscript. Now and then Y/N reread the manuscript, but the story isn't hers anymore.

hi, everyone! i hope you like this one, i really don't know how to feel about this... i hope this is good enough and reblog is highly appreciated!

[jewishcissiekj]

ok but you do know the Nightsisters in tcw enslave the Nightbrothers and are an actively oppressive society right. don't let the whole 'oh they're badass girlbosses' shit get to your head. they are the problem.

[fandomnerd9602]

Miguel looks around at all the new spider totems…

Miguel: this is absurd! We’ve reached the amalgamation point! An Infinity Warp!

Spideypool: oh lighten up, Duke Leto. It’s awesome!

Y/N: yeah it’s how I met my girlfriend the Spider Witch.

Miguel: Spider Witch?

Wanda, the Scarlet Witch-Spider person amalgamation floats in…

Wanda: hello detka

She kisses Y/N softly…

Wanda: what do you say we go spin a web together? (Winks)

The two swing off together…

Spideypool: that’s amore

Miguel:

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Andrew MacKenzie - Apparitions & Ghosts - Arthur Barker - 1971 (jacket design by Tom Simmonds)

[greenwitchcrafts]

Please read. I've seen so many witchy creators using this term inappropriate lately and it feels as if I'm talking to a wall. PLEASE research everything you see when people are attempting to teach you stuff on the internet. You can be a witch & do practices while still being respectful of others.

[callmeurrbunny]

your eyes, as wide as the horizon,

they sucked my soul inside like voids.

i want to always look at them,

for an eternity is not enough.

[night-orcid]

[lunarharp]

uhh another modern au agott follow-up. They've gotten progressively sillier

[applebrooklyn]

"Oh, I can't

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you."

("ivy", taylor swift)