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[dreamingofep]

A Blue Velvet Crush

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

TW: Cussing, teasing, SMUTTT, fingering

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 5.4K

A/N: Hello everyone! This picture of Elvis lives rent free in my head and I knew when I first saw it, I had to write something for it.

If you've never seen some of this performance, I'd recommend watching! I'll make another post with the youtube link!

Thank you again❤️

Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

Mississippi, September 26th, 1956

Traffic was backed up for miles and the buzz in the air was electrifying. You couldn’t hide your nerves though. You weren’t even supposed to be here today but by the grace of God, you got thrown in the ring and had to cover today’s most important story. Elvis Presley was back in his hometown of Tupelo, Mississippi to perform a charity concert. His rise to fame seemed to happen overnight and everyone was dying to see him in person. 

You were just an intern at the Tupelo Mirror and your supervisor that was running the Elvis story got sick this morning. Eric called you at the crack of dawn, frantic that no one was going to be there to take pictures. You had only been at the newspaper for a month and a half, you didn’t want to overstep your role and be too forward, but you mentioned that you have photography experience. You ran your college photography club and were majoring in journalism. You know you can take some decent shots of him. You try to sell yourself, affirming you can do this! The whole reason you were working for the newspaper was to get a better shot of getting a job at a newspaper company after you graduated. You thought this would be the perfect way to gain the experience. And if you got some good pictures of Elvis Presley? That could change your whole life. 

You did have a fondness of the man but like, who didn’t at your age? He was the new cool guy who was causing havoc wherever he went. He was talented and had this luring sense about him. You hadn’t ever seen him in person, but based on the few televised appearances he’s made, he was beyond incredible. You knew he had a talent that no one had ever had. Your parents would always make a fuss if you were watching him and tried to make you feel bad for it. 

“No Christian boy should be moving like that! It’s abhorrent.” Your parents used to say. 

You’d just roll your eyes and grumble under your breath. Your parents didn’t understand that he was something young people could love and be fully immersed in without having to act all prim and proper about it. There was no other artist that would make you feel the way Elvis made his audiences feel. He was passionate and he felt the music to his very soul. It showed so easily he didn’t have to say he loved what he was doing. 

And now you were going to be feet away from Elvis, taking his picture and maybe even getting the chance to ask him a few questions. The cars started moving forward more and before you could get through the gates, a police officer stopped you. You rummaged through your satchel and pulled out your press pass. He quickly nodded and directed you to the portion of the lot where other photographers and press reporters were gathered. You quickly find a spot and throw your car in park. You throw your satchel over your head and grab your camera out of its bag. It wasn’t the most high-end camera but it took nice pictures. You double-checked the camera had enough film and quickly made a beeline to the stage. 

There were thousands of people here already and the buzz in the air was electric. You saw girls jumping up and down giddy that they were about to see Elvis live. You had some of the men standing next to them with a bored expression on their faces like they didn’t want to be there. You had to play it cool though. You had your press badge on and the last thing you needed was for someone to see you acting giddy when you had to be professional today. 

There was a corralled section for the press behind ropes that gave you a bit better access on the side of the stage but it was still very crowded. Not only that, but it was all men here and they were all significantly taller than you. You couldn’t see a damn thing from this area and became worried you weren’t going to be able to get one good photograph of this entire thing!

You try to push and shove your way closer to the front but just get these condescending looks toward you and don’t budge an inch for you. You didn’t expect anything less honestly, the industry was made up of men and wasn’t exactly kind to women entering the workplace. You shake it off, not letting it get to you too much. 

The audience starts screaming as the band takes their place on stage. It’s a small band with just a drummer, bassist, and guitar player. They’re all smiles when they hear the crowd go wild for them. Your eyes are focused on the side of the stage though. You want to get the first glimpse of him when he gets on this stage. 

The audience continues to grow antsy and an announcer hops on stage. He steps in front of the microphone at center stage and taps it with his finger. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, I know you all are very excited to have one of our very own from Tupelo be here today. I need you to give a warm welcome to Elvis Presley.”

The crowd erupts at his name and everyone bursts out in insane excitement. You keep your eyes on the side of the stage and you raise the camera to your face, getting ready for the first shot. 

The audience gets louder and you feel the hair on your arms rise. There you see him. He’s dressed in a velvety blue long-sleeve and loose black slacks with his perfect white oxfords. His hair was greased back and looked shiny. He had his guitar on and made his way to the microphone. From this angle, he looked so tall, his legs easily gliding him across the stage. 

He carried this nervous energy about him tho. He puts his hand in his pocket and grabs the microphone with the other hand. 

Click. 

He starts Heartbreak Hotel and drives the place insane. Everyone is screaming and some girls are even crying. His voice rings out flawlessly and once he starts singing, there’s no stopping him. He can’t seem to stand still. Whether it’s the music moving him or the nerves, he is shaking and moving, making the crowd even more insane.

There are times when the screams overpower his voice coming through the microphone. He has an amused look on his face the whole time though. Especially when he swings his hips and makes the girls go bezerk. You catch yourself blushing at those moves, how he can move his hips so easily as he makes these in-passion faces. He made you feel something you’ve never felt before. It was bad, it was lust driving you to keep looking at what he was going to do next. You wanted him to move more to see just how those hips would move in other circumstances…

Click.

Fucking focus.

He wasn’t afraid to get close to his fans. It looked like he really loved them. You could tell he moved his leg just to get them going and have them look there. Or how he’d say a certain word and prolong it all sensually, it drove the place nuts. Even just the way he held the microphone and dragged it along beside him. He commanded that stage by doing the smallest things. Elvis walks slowly to the edge of the stage where dozens of fans reach out their hands for him. He gets close and reaches out his hand too, still singing and never missing a beat.

Click.

You get the side profile of him but you think it’s going to be a great picture when it develops. What you really want is a perfect picture of his face straight onto the camera. That would be a great way to solidify that you are a great photographer and can do this professionally.

Elvis finishes his set and gets rushed off stage into the building behind the arena. You follow the crowd that’s trying to get to him, hoping you can get another picture of him that’s even better than the ones you took. The other photographers aren’t paying any attention to you and push and shove their way through. You huff annoyed, hoping you can get in there before they close the doors. 

You find a spot on the side but all the men in here are so much taller and crowding Elvis. You slump by the door, frustrated that you might have ruined your big chance to prove yourself at the newspaper as you haven’t gotten a single shot of his face straight on. You wanted to the perfect shot and it seems your opportunity was wasted. 

“Alright everyone it’s time to leave. Elvis won’t be answering any more questions,” a man bellows. Most of the men try to protest but they slowly start to funnel out of the door. You continue to get pushed aside until you’re almost behind the door. You don’t move from behind there because, for a brief second, a devious idea pops into your head. 

Just stay here long enough for everyone to leave and ask for a picture when he’s alone.

Your heart pounds away at just the thought of being alone with Elvis but you had to try it. The worst he could say was no and get out. 

The last few remaining men shuffle out of the room and Elvis yells out that he’ll be right out. The door shuts closed, making your little hiding spot be exposed in plain sight. 

Elvis had his back to the door so he didn’t see you right away. You sighed in relief for that but had to work up the courage to say something to him.

What exactly should you say in this situation? ‘Hi I snuck in your dressing room even though I was told to get out, can I take a few pictures of you for the newspaper?’

You cringed just thinking about it. You took a few deep breaths and straightened out your dress.

“Umm, excuse me, Elvis?” You say sheepishly.

He turns around quickly at the sound of your voice and stares wide-eyed at you. He doesn’t say anything right away and neither do you because seeing him this close and in person is too much.

He is beautiful, in every shape and form, he is beautiful. You’ve never seen such a handsome-looking man before in your life and have no words. Logical thinking went out the window with him and he looks at you with the same expression on his face. You haven’t said more than four words to him but you want him. You want him to look at you and touch you and never stop. Your core flutters at that scandalous thought.

“You scared me there honey. H-how’d you get in here?” He asks with a mischievous grin forming on his face.

“W-w-well I uhhh. Well, I work for the newspaper and I was wondering if I could take a few more pictures of you?” You ask nervously. A long silence fills the room and you are about to turn on your heels and run for the door when he gives you another cheeky smile.

“Sure, I don’t mind at all. What was your name lil’ darlin’?” He asks smoothly.

Lil’ darlin’.

Jesus Christ I’m not going to make it out of here alive with all his charm suffocating me.

“Oh gosh Elvis, thank you so much. This truly means so much to me. And my name is y/n.” You tell him in a hurry. You make sure your camera is on and ready before you look back up at him watching you intently.

“Y/n… that’s very pretty…Where’d you want me, honey?” He coos.

Your heart pounds in your ears and you can’t register anything he just said. All you can do is look at him in shock and can’t believe you’re alone with him. You know how many thousands of girls would kill for a moment like this? And the question he just asked?! Ooh, the sheer audaciousness he has. He knows he's irresistable.

I'd love you to cover me in kisses with those pillowy soft lips...

“Huh?” You say in a daze.

“Where did you wanna take my picture honey? You’re the photographer and all,” he teases. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks and you nervously look down at your camera.

“Oh yeah… sorry… I’ve never really done this,” you admit. His eyebrows shoot up surprised, “First time? Wow, that’s somethin’ for a little lady coming here and coverin’ a story on a day like this. The whole town is making a huge fuss over me, I don’t think deserve it, but it’s very special either way. I’ll make sure to give you the best pictures,” he winks. It feels like your heart just about stopped by that one minuscule movement.

Stop that. Stop that right now!

You sweetly smile up at him and move further into the room, trying to see what angle and lighting would be best. The wall behind him was blue and you thought that would be a perfect backdrop to accentuate the velvet shirt he was wearing and his piercing blue eyes.

“Umm, let’s try with you stand there. I think that would be a nice background,” you say.

He casually takes a few steps back and puts his hands in his pockets.

“Like this?” He asks. You raise the camera to your face, make sure the frame is straight, and push the button.

Click.

He looked good without even trying. He had this golden aura about him. Like he shined from within. He was remarkable and you know that without saying much else to him. Even if you didn’t like him already, you can see the appeal. He was so easy to love. So easy to be around. Everything about him was inviting and warm. You don’t know how you were going to peel yourself away from him…

“Okay, how about one smiling?” You ask. He nods his head and gives you this cute cheeky smile.

Click.

God help me I can’t breathe with this man around looking this good.

“How are they comin’ out honey?” He asks, his southern inflection on honey making you feel like the actual word.

“Oh, just fine. I think they’re going to be amazing when printed,” you try to say casually.

“Oh good… what are you doin’ working for the newspaper?” He asks, fixing the sides of his hair with a comb.

Click.

“I don’t work for the newspaper, not yet at least. I’m just an intern. I’m a student at the University of Mississippi studying journalism and thought it would help to work there for a bit so when I graduate in two years, I can hopefully get a job at a newspaper,” you explain.

He intently looks at you, interested in everything you have to say, “That’s wonderful honey. I think that’s great you’re pursuing that. I don’t doubt for a second you won’t get a job anywhere you apply for,” he says sweetly. You can’t help but blush at his nice words and fiddle with your camera.

“Thank you, Elvis,” you say quietly. He walks over to the sofa that’s up against the wall and casually takes a seat.

He stretches out one arm along the back of the couch and the other rests on the arm of it. His legs were spread open and your eyes can’t help but stare at them. They were so long and he exuded sensuality, it nearly made you dizzy. He sees how you’re looking at him, intrigued with the man that so many found attractive.

You raise the camera to your eye once again as he looks down the lens intensely.

Click.

You felt like screaming like those girls were earlier. You’ve never felt so attracted to someone’s presence. It kind of scared you in a way. 

He moves on the sofa slightly, bringing his hand to his mouth and giving you this luring, sultry gaze.

Oh lord, I’m a dead woman…

Click.

He doesn’t change this pose after the flash goes off, he continues to sit there with his eyes drinking you in. Your body can’t take this, the tension in the room is palpable and you are seriously considering running out now since you have plenty of good shots. Elvis slowly starts to lower his hand from his mouth and you see he was biting his lip behind it this whole time. He slowly drags his teeth across it before letting it go with a pop.

“Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He asks softly.

You can’t hide your flushed cheeks anymore and lower the camera from your face to see if he’s being serious. His eyes look heavy and somber, but he cracks a little grin to lighten the mood.

“Oh, no… not something I normally hear,” you say insecurely.

“That’s a shame darlin’, you really are. You have the most gorgeous smile, beautiful eyes, and the longest legs I’ve ever seen,” he gushes. 

I’m dead. I’ve gone to heaven and died. This can’t be happening!

“Well thank you very much. I could say the same for you,” you say coyly.

His eyebrows raise at the blunt remark and chuckles softly to himself. He lowers his hand off the back of the sofa and places it on the empty space beside him, looking at it, then looking back up at you. He doesn’t need to say another word, he pulls you in without trying.

You carefully place your camera on the table and take your bag off your shoulder. You make your way to sit beside him as your heart gallops like a racing horse.

He turns his body a bit to face you more and being this close to him is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You have to hold your breath or he might notice how nervous you are.

“No guy back home telling’ you how pretty you are hmm?” He says, tucking back stands of hair behind your ear. All you can do is shake your head no. His fingertips barely graze the lobe of your ear but it makes you feel weak anyway. The arousal dripping from your core is not helping the situation and not letting you think clearly.

“Oh, well I’m sorry men are so blind over there. I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he quips, giving you a cheeky smile. “The most pretty eyes, the most pretty nose, the most pretty pink lips I’ve ever seen,” he coos, leaning in closer until you can feel his breath on your lips.

You can’t take it anymore and lean in, devouring his lips with yours. You let out a deep breath as your mouth touched his, his lips feeling softer than you could have ever possibly imagined. He was so gentle with his kiss, making sure he wasn’t overstepping your boundaries. But you didn’t care about that. You screamed for more from him. More kisses, more long heated stares, more everything. 

You boldly, place your hand on his bicep, pulling yourself closer to him. He responds to your touch and you can tell he likes it. His crushed velvet shirt felt nice underneath your fingertips and felt his toned arms. He places his hand on your cheek, pulling you in with more urgency. You feel breathless, loving the way his skin makes yours feel like it’s on fire.

Elvis softly pulls away, not before biting your bottom lip and letting a sigh slip out of his mouth.

“Those lips darlin’, I could kiss them all day,” he mutters, his eyes heavy with lust.

“What’s stopping you?” You whimper. He grins and pulls you in once more.

You can’t believe any of this is real. The way he is kissing you should not feel so good and yet it does. You put both of your hands on his chest, pulling him closer to you by the collar of his shirt. His hands start to roam along your back, feeling the curve of it and how well this dress fits you. Every inch of you wants his hands placed lower. Right at the spot that is yearning for friction from those perfect hands.

He starts to drag one of his hands to your hip, squeezing there then down the top of your thigh. Need coursed through you and you couldn’t help but open your legs a tad bit. You’re not sure if he noticed, but he let out a pleased hum as he kissed you with more intensity.  

You needed to feel him. You needed to feel how soft his skin would be when it’s pressed against yours. Your hand sneaks into his shirt and feel the coarse little chest hairs he had there. You were right, his skin felt perfect and it only made you crave more. You snake your hand lower and onto the top of his thigh. You make the same movements he’s doing to you and you feel his body melt at your touch. 

You move your hand a bit lower and go to caress the inside part of his thigh and you freeze.

“Oh…” you moan into his mouth.

What you felt underneath your fingertips made you cry in need of him. Dear God, he was blessed in more ways than one. He was so much longer than you expected and it made your heart leap out of your chest. His cock was warm and fully hard in his pants as your fingertips slowly start to rub against him. You pull away from his lips and have to look at what your hand is feeling. 

You were going to die and see the pearly gates if you tried to have that inside of you. But God you didn’t care, you wanted him so bad. You’ve never wanted a man like this in your entire life. Looking up at Elvis, he looks calm and collected, still giving you a heated stare. He looks down at your hand, then back up to you with an innocent look about him. 

“You like what you feel baby?” He asks low. You take a deep breath before answering him.

“Y-yes. Yes, I do…” you say softly, your hand moving along him more. He lets out a pleased groan and adjusts his hips slightly, liking the feeling of your touch on him.

“Do you want more? Do you want to feel what it’s like inside of you?” He coos, leaning in for a soft kiss that leaves you dizzy. Your breathing felt erratic and the ache you had in your core only worsened.

“Yes please Elvis… please,” you beg. He smirks at you and kisses your neck, sending a shock of electricity through you. 

“Can I see what you’re wearin’ underneath this pretty dress honey?” He asks you. You nod your head and his fingers find the zipper of your dress easily. He slowly pulls it down and pulls down the fabric off the front of your body. You help him slip you out of your dress and sit there with your white bra and panties left on. He lets out a pleased little groan as he sees you sitting there, trembling with need. He gently touches your exposed skin, leaving little goosebumps behind. He touches your breasts gently, biting his lip as both of his hands cup them and start to play with your nipples through the fabric of your bra. You can’t help but lean into his touch loving every second of this.

He places a soft kiss on top of your breast as he reaches around and unclips your bra. He quickly puts one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks on it, groaning as he does so. Your back arches into his mouth, craving so much more from him. His other hand roams your body but only focuses on the top half of you. Your core was dripping with arousal and aching to be touched by those long fingers. You guide one hand between your legs and have him put pressure there.

You gasp instantly, his touch feeling better than you could have imagined but also realize you’ve soaked through your panties. He takes his mouth off of you and pulls away to look down at his hand.

“Fuck honey, how long have you been soaked like this?” He grumbles, his two fingers sliding up and down through your covered folds and creating the most delicious friction.

“Since I saw you moving on that stage,” you admit weakly.

He chuckles softly, “Oh honey, why didn’t you tell me sooner… this pussy just weepin’ for me?” He asks as his fingers slide the elastic of your panties to the side and expose your leaking core to him.

“Yes,” you moan. He nods his head and slowly pushes a finger inside of you. You both groan together, filling you so nicely. Your hips rock into his hand, needing everything he can give you. 

You throw your head back as he adds another finger inside of you.

“Elvis,” you moan, your chest heaving for more. He watches you intently, liking how on edge you are for him. His fingers twist and curl inside of you and you gasp for air. He likes what he’s doing and can’t get enough got you either.

“You feel so nice and wet baby. Can I give you my cock now?” He asks.

“Please, I want you Elvis, please give it to me,” you beg, reaching for his belt and unfastening it. He pulls down your panties and you lift your hips to help him get them off. You then work on the button of his pants and slide down the zipper. He lifts his hips up too to take them off and you watch as his cock comes out. Oh God, you were weak by just looking at it. His pink tip was peeking out from his foreskin and clear precum started to dribble down his length. His hand wraps around his length and spreads some of that slickness around the tip of him, moving his hand up and down slowly. You look back into his intense eyes and don’t know what to say.

“You want to ride me, honey?” He asks. The look on your face must have shown the apprehension you had thinking about taking him like that. He rubs his thumb along your cheek and smirks at you.

“It’ll feel so good baby. You’re so wet for me, you’re going to cover my cock in your sweet honey and make us feel so good,” he groans as you watch him swirl his thumb around the tip of his cock. A pent-up moan escapes your lips and quickly straddle his hips, needing him more than ever.

He rubs his length through your folds, covering him in your arousal and making you both moan with the sensation. You hold onto his shoulders and press kisses to his cheek. You feel him line himself up to your entrance and hold your hips. Elvis looks up at you with need and his eyes are begging you to have him. You felt the heat of him pressed there against your entrance and you can’t wait any longer. You start to sink down on his impressive length, moaning as you take the first few inches. He felt so good, filling you so completely and stretching out your tight entrance. He throws his head back onto the couch and groans as you take him, squeezing your hips tightly.

The sounds he makes when he’s getting pleased goes straight to your head. You love the way he groans as you move slowly on him. You never knew you could be so attracted to the sound of a man getting pleased. You take more of him inside you and cry out his name, overwhelmed it can be feeling this good. 

“You feel so good, honey. You like how my cock feels inside you?” He groans into your ear. You gasp as his hips move up into you, stuffing more of his length inside of you.

“Yes, oh fuck yes,” you cry out.

You move faster on him, wanting more of him and feeling your walls fluttering each second. His eyes watch how your breasts bounce as you’re riding him, drunk at the very sight of you. You close your eyes, overwhelmed with all the sensations he’s giving you and those eyes only make it worse and worse. 

Your hips grind at the base of his cock and you both whimper. Your clit rubs at the base of him and you feel your walls start to clench around him. You ride him harder, chasing the high of your orgasm. You look back into his eyes, desperate for him to help you.

“E-Elvis… oh please,” you beg.

“Come darlin’, I wanna feel you come for me,” he groans as he snaps his hips into you, causing his cock to get deeper inside you.

You whimper in agony, not being able to hold on much longer. His hands are back on your hips and help you move more. Your breathing is ragged and your vision is blurry, you thrust a few more times on him and you feel your body shudder hard. Your walls squeeze around his length and cry out his name like he’s your saving grace. He groans with you, loving how good you feel around him. He helps you rock your hips into him more, making you come more than you ever have in your life. Your head feels dizzy and your body feels like it’s floating. You never knew a man could make you feel this good.

You keep riding him and don’t want to stop. He was still making these sinful sounds that sent a pulse straight to your pussy as you hear him getting pleased by you. He bites his lower lip as he stares at you, beaded sweat gathering at his temples and his breathing becoming more frantic.

“Ah, honey you feel so damn good. I need to come now,” he says gruffly. He picks you up off of him and has you stand in between his open legs. He grabs his cock in his hand once more and starts to jerk himself off, staring at you with need. You wanted to touch him again, feel the warmth of his length fill your hand. You boldly get on your knees and take his hand off of himself. You wrap your small hand around him and his eyes roll back in his head. Your wetness covered his length and made it easy to move your hand on him. You angle his length toward your chest and he bucks his forward and falls apart. His seed comes out in thick, hot, spurts and lands on your chest. He groans loudly and cusses under his breath with each stroke of your hand. 

“Oh yes honey, yes,” he moans.

He’s trying to calm down and regain his normal breathing but your thumb continues to tease his extra sensitive head. He groans in agony, loving and hating how you’re playing with him.

“God honey I-I-I ain’t never felt so good,” he sighs. “Come here,” he says opening his arms to you. 

You get up and sit on his thigh, your spilling arousal making a mess on him. You wince when you feel the wetness spread on him and look up at him with an innocent smile.

“Sucha messy lil’ girl hmm?” He teases.

“Mhmm, you’re quite messy too,” you quip, looking down at your chest with him covering it.

He laughs amused, “Well, you felt too good what can I say,” he says cutely, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I had to say thank you in some way for letting me take some pictures of you,” you say shyly.

“Oh, you didn’t need to, but I’m so thankful you did,” he winks.

You kiss each other more, reveling in this moment together, not wanting it to end so soon. But you knew he had other places to be, you couldn’t keep him in here forever.

“I don’t want to keep you from your day. The whole town is so happy you’re here,” you smile.

“Thanks, honey. It’s nice to be celebrated in sucha nice way,” he says caressing your face, “but this might have been my favorite thing I got today.” He says cutely.

“And what’s that?” You ask smartly.

“You, my new favorite reporter.”

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[breelandwalker]

Simple Spell - Full Moon Wish Jar

Intent: To harness the power of the lunar cycle for the manifestation and fulfillment of wishes.

Materials:

Small Jar with tight-fitting lid

Chime candle & fire source

Oil for sealing

Herbs and Items representing your wish

Ideal Timing: Waxing or Full Moon

Find a clear space to work. Make sure it’s free of fire hazards. If possible, try to work near a window through which you can see the moon. (If you don’t have one, that’s all right too, since you’ll be setting the jar out for the moonlight when finished.) Light your candle, focus your intentions, and get to work.

Select herbs and trinkets which fit inside the jar to represent your wish. For example, if your wish is for money or prosperity, you might include coins or small craft gems. If your wish is for health, you might include vitamin pills or a charm representing medicine. Check your books for herbs or crystals that correspond to your wish as well. This is your wish - make the spell your own. The contents of the jar can be whatever you want.

Use the materials that resonate best with you, but remember that your focused intention is the most important component of all. If desired, you can write your wish on a dried leaf or a piece of paper to give the spell a clear direction to work in.

Some common plants associated with wish-making include:

Bamboo

Bay Leaf

Blue Violet

Dandelion Seeds

Dogwood Petals

Nutmeg

Peppermint

Sage Leaf (any color)

Sunflower Petals or Seeds

Once your jar is complete, drip three drops of wax from the candle into the jar and circle the mouth of the jar three times with the oil to seal the charm. Then cap the jar and seal it with wax. Leave your thumbprint in wax on top of the lid. Place the jar somewhere that it will be touched by the light of the full moon and leave it overnight.

The jar should work for about a month, or slightly longer if you’re working with a supermoon. When the next full moon rolls around, you can recharge the jar by leaving it out overnight again, or make a new jar with a new wish.

Recipe suggestions under the cut. (And if you like this spell, you'll love my books!)

Happy Witching! 🌕💜

Health, Wealth, & Happiness

Lavender

Rosemary

Rice

Bay Leaf

Juniper Berries

Apple Wood Chip or Apple Seeds

Seal with Breath

Protection

Rosemary

Basil

Sea Salt or Table Salt

Holly Leaf

Juniper Berries

Seal with Sage or Dragon's Blood Oil

Healing

Basil

Echinacea

Horehound

Lavender

Hyssop

Seal with Basil Oil

Luck & Success

Clover Blossom

Galangal Root

Rosemary

Sassafras

Allspice Berries

Seal with Amber Oil

Money-Draw

Rice

Allspice

Orange Peel

Juniper Berries

Rosemary

Seal with Orange Oil

Love

Rose Petals

Apple Wood Chip

Lavender

Basil

Cherry Blossoms or Cherry Stones

Seal with Rose Oil

Jinx Remover

Sea Salt or Table Salt

Coffee Grounds

Rosemary

Sage (any type)

Black Peppercorns

Seal with Vinegar

[thefairywithboots]

I'm Gonna Put You Down For A While (Robert Plant x Fem!OC)

Hi! So I'm back with some more Robert/Evanna. I just got the random inspiration for an idea for these two late at night, and bust it out overnight. It's not as good as my usual stuff but smut and angst is what I have the most fun writing. So I hope someone enjoys it. :)

Takes place in early 1970. Evanna has been seeing Robert Plant for the past four months, and the more she spends time with him, the more she feels herself falling for him. But Robert does not want to be in a committed relationship with anyone and wants to keep things casual between the two of them. Evanna respects this decision and decides to stop sleeping with him. But quitting the Golden God is not easy.

Rating: Mature (very smutty, minors please dni!)

Warnings: Angst, smut, counter sex, high sex. Hurt/no comfort.

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After spending four years in a relationship in which affection was withheld from her as a form of punishment, there was one thing that Evanna was sure of: she hated being toyed with. 

Robert had made it clear from the beginning that he wasn’t looking for anything long term and had wanted to keep things between him and Evanna casual. She was okay with that at first; the man had thousands of groupies at his disposal, ready to fulfill his every desire. Why would he want to be tied down to one woman? 

But Evanna did not like being used for pleasure and discarded. Every time she went to bed with him, she could feel a piece of her soul leaving her and being attached to him. 

She was speeding towards inevitable heartbreak, and she knew it. 

She eventually decided to break things off before it ended in tears and yelling like things had ended with Geoffrey.  

The contrast between the two of them was like day and night. When Evanna thought back on her relationship with her ex, she was filled with memories of coldness and paranoia - as if she were walking on eggshells that would someday cause him to explode on her again. But with Robert, he was like a bright ray of sunshine that warmed her from the years of being frozen to the bone. Being wrapped in his arms made her feel safe and loved. 

The idea of walking away from that feeling made her feel like an iron fist was clenching at her heart. The coldness was threatening to take her over again… 

Evanna was setting up her camera in the photographer’s pit several hours before the concert. Hyper-focusing on her job used to help her stay distracted from her personal life problems, but after falling into Robert’s arms - into his bed, multiple times over the past four months - she felt like this was only making her problems worse.  

Still, the quietness of the empty venue gave her a chance to try and clear her thoughts. 

That was, until she felt a familiar warmth as a pair of hands planted themselves on her hips. She mentally groaned, turning around to find her face against Robert’s chest. She had to tilt her head back to look into his face to find him grinning down at her.  

“Shouldn’t you be backstage warming up?” she asked him while taking a step back to free herself from his intoxicating spell. 

Robert let out a quiet chuckle. “I’ll be fine, darlin’. I’d rather be warmin’ you up.” He snaked one arm around her waist, pulling her up against him. She gasped, her hands flattening against his chest. He was wearing a button-down black shirt, and she could feel his warmth practically searing her through the fabric.  

“I have to work, Robert…”  

“Not for the next couple of hours,” he said while leaning in to give her neck and ear a playful nip. She could hear the rational part of her brain screaming at her, reminding her of her decision to stop giving her body to him if they were not in a serious relationship. But she couldn’t help herself. It felt so good. He felt so good, just with his kisses alone. 

“I thought you said you didn’t want anything serious…” 

“That doesn’t mean we can’t still enjoy each other,” he said, an infuriatingly smug smirk playing across his beautiful face. 

He led her to the side of the stage, propping her up on the platform and peppering kisses along her jaw and neck. She let out a heavy sigh, feeling tempted to just let him kiss her worries away.  

But she couldn’t. Not knowing that it would eventually lead to her eventual heartache. 

She placed both hands on his chest and pushed him away. He gave her a confused expression. 

“Robert… I can’t do this…” 

He took a strand of her auburn hair and twirled it between his fingers. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked the question in such a gentle manner, she almost felt guilty for pushing him away. He had let her know from the beginning what the nature of their relationship would be. It wasn’t as if he had led her on to believe he wanted anything more than sex.  

It’s your own fault for developing feelings, she told herself. 

“No… it’s not you… I just… don’t want to continue having sex if there’s nothing else there,” she explained, unable to look him in the face as she kept her head down. 

She could feel Robert soften, even as she wasn’t looking at his expression. “Did I not make you feel good?” 

She furrowed her brow in bemusement. Is that really what he thought? That he hadn’t satisfied her? 

“What? Of course you did. It was… the best sex I ever had…” She felt her cheeks burn as she admitted that to him. She could feel his hand gently stroke her chin to bring her eyes up to meet his. She didn’t want to tell him the real reason: that he had made her feel too good, and that every time he entered her, she felt a piece of her soul leave her and cling to him. 

He placed a hand on her cheek, and she couldn’t stop herself from melting at his touch. He was so warm. 

“We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to,” he said while leaning in to murmur in her ear. Even as he spoke these words, his voice was low and seductive, and she could feel the heat pooling between her legs. 

Despite her insistence that she distance herself from him, she felt an emptiness in her heart as he finally had to pull away to get ready for the concert. She turned her attention back to her camera as the venue started to crowd. 

Back when Evanna’s relationship with Geoffrey had been mentally and emotionally draining her due to his constant emotional abuse, music had been a balm for her soul, healing her and wrapping her in an embrace that seemed to soothe every bit of hurt that he had caused her. 

Now, it would have had that same effect on her if Robert had not been on vocals.  

His voice had a way of seducing everyone in the crowd, of captivating the most unwitting spectator. Before, while Led Zeppelin’s music had felt like an embrace and comfort against the pain that Geoffrey was causing her, now it felt like an embrace but in a different way. It felt like he was making love to her all over again but with his voice. She knew that the same moans and shrieks that he made on stage were the same noises he made while she rode his cock. 

As did probably half the girls who were watching him backstage right now, she thought to herself bitterly. 

One of the roadies beckoned her to come backstage to get closer shots of the band. Evanna followed him.  

Evanna focused on getting closer shots of each individual member, zooming her lens in to capture their faces. She saved Robert for last, though she felt tempted to skip him all together. 

She let the music carry her away, her attention switching between Jonesy’s basslines to one of Jimmy’s guitar solos to some wildly aggressive drum solo that Bonzo was doing.  

Jimmy was in the middle of one of his ten-minute guitar solos during Dazed and Confused when one of the groupies were passing around a joint. Evanna stared at the long stick, thinking about how it was a very bad idea before taking a drag out of it. Perhaps it was due to her lack of experience with taking drugs, but she was pretty sure this was very strong weed. 

Someone had brought out a couple of sofas from the dressing rooms to the side of the stage and Evanna soon found herself sitting next to Robert and several other girls. The joint was passed to Robert, and he took a drag, seeming to be a lot more seasoned than she was when it came to marijuana. 

The thoughts she had earlier of distancing herself from Robert completely vanished as she stared at him through her marijuana-induced haze. His golden hair seemed to dance all around him like the rays of the Sun. His face was so beautiful, she thought. He was a Sun God whom she wanted to worship and bow at his feet like he had done with her so many times before in bed. 

She clung to his arm and leaned her head against his shoulder possessively. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders before bringing her lips up to meet his. They kissed passionately, and she was seemingly oblivious to the groupies giving her envious looks. 

Robert eventually had to pull away to go back on stage after Jimmy’s guitar solo was over. He was obviously buzzed from the joint but sang beautifully regardless.  

Everyone and everything were so beautiful, Evanna realized. The colors and stage lights were coming to life before her very eyes. Robert transformed into a deity as bright and as beautiful as the Sun. Jimmy transformed into his dark, Moon-like counterpart. Jonesy and Bonzo’s rhythm section ingrained itself into her very blood, causing the music to pulse through her veins. 

Evanna knew that she had to take as many pictures as possible while the colors were this beautiful. She circled the stage, snapping as many pictures as possible. She grinned, thinking to herself ‘this is my best work yet!’ 

Robert excitedly announced John Bonham as the percussionist before Jimmy and Jonesy started out the riff of Moby Dick. He quickly rushed over to Evanna, taking her by the arm and leading her to his dressing room. Every thought of staying to get pictures of Bonzo, as well as staying away from Robert to protect her own heart, was out the window. She didn’t protest as Robert led her away to his dressing room, lost in a kiss as their hands were exploring everywhere. 

By the time they reached his dressing room, they wasted no time. She quickly got rid of her jeans before sitting up on the counter. Robert unbuttoned his tight bell bottoms before pulling them down to his knees. He gripped her hips before pulling her against him. He kissed her as he slid himself into her. 

Evanna threw her head back and moaned in sheer ecstasy as she felt that sharp sting of him stretching her. The world around her seemed to swim as she clenched around him as he slowly started thrusting. Her hands clutched at his shoulders to steady herself as their pace quickly sped into their familiar erotic dance. They moved in sync with one another, their moans and grunts loud and unapologetic. 

“Evanna…” Gods, she loved the way he moaned her name, as he tasted each syllable on his tongue. She panted and buried her hands into his hair as she pulled him closer to her, pressing her forehead against him as his thrusts became deeper and quicker. Being this close to him felt like she was making love to the Sun itself. His heat and radiance felt like it was searing her skin, and his golden hair was making a curtain around them both, wrapping her in the golden rays of the Sun while she was being ravished by it at the same time. 

She felt a sharp stinging in her clit as he thrust into her deeper, causing her to clench hard around him. 

“Fuck, Robert, don’t stop…!” she whined as her back arched against the mirror on the wall.  

She could feel a low growl in his chest as he unbuttoned her blouse while keeping the pace of his thrusts. He seemed visibly annoyed by the black lace brassiere that was creating a barrier between his mouth and her breasts. She could feel him fumble around for the clasp and push the thin lace away to tease her nipple with his teeth and tongue.  

She moaned louder, winding her hands through his hair, trying to keep the Sun on her for as long as possible, not caring that she would end up badly burned afterwards. The rush she felt from him being inside her was worth the price she would eventually pay. Because like the Sun, she knew he could never fully be hers, she realized with an ache in her heart. 

She moaned in time with each of his thrusts. Bonzo only had a few minutes left of his drum solo, so they would have to make things quick. As his thrusts became deeper and more deliberate, he took her nipples into his mouth, sucking and tugging on them with his teeth, turning them into taut points.  

“Robert, I’m getting close-“ 

He shushed her, kissing her softly before holding her hips more firmly against his so that he could thrust into her so deep, the tip of his cock brushed against her cervix. 

She cried out as she held onto him tightly, which only pulled him deeper into her. She could feel his balls tighten against her, the sound of their skin slapping against each other filling the room. She quietly prayed that no one would walk in on them, though even if they did, she knew that neither of them would be able to bring themselves to stop. 

Robert’s face buried into her neck as his pace became faster, causing her to clench around him again. She felt his breath against her neck as he murmured something that sounded like “unghh, come with me…” 

She panted as her hands convulsed in his hair, her face contorting with pleasure as her back arched. They both climaxed together - two orgasms that were so powerful, it was as if the Sun had exhausted itself as the explosion engulfed her, heat searing her skin, melting away her resolve until her soul lay naked before him as they both rode out the waves of pleasure. 

His name as well as a string of curses came rolling off her tongue as she clung to him in the aftermath. 

She had never come undone so easily with anyone else. Not even her ex. Fuck, she couldn’t even remember that guy’s name in this moment. 

Robert’s face was still buried in her neck, his teeth sinking into her neck when he came inside her. But she had been so caught up in the throes of her own orgasm, she hardly felt the pain. 

When they finally stopped moving, she was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. He was still inside her, as if she was too warm and comfortable to ever want to leave. Bonzo could be heard reaching the end of his drum solo, so they only had a few more minutes. 

He whimpered something into her now bruised neck: “I love you.” 

Evanna flinched, thinking that she must have misheard him. 

“What did you say?” The haze of the joint she smoked earlier was wearing off, and she was no longer having psychedelic visions. The aftermath of their encounter was still in full effect, however. 

Robert raised his head to look at her, resembling a confused lion cub. His face was pale, as if just realizing that he said that out loud. 

He pulled out of her suddenly, leaving her with an empty and cold feeling.  

“I’m sorry, Evie, I didn’t mean…” 

Evanna’s brow furrowed. He never called her by her nickname. He had always used her full name, as if he couldn’t bear to be parted with even a syllable of it.  

She reached for him, but he pulled away, tucking himself back into his trousers and zipping them back up. 

“Robert, please-“ She didn’t know how to finish that plea. Please don’t leave her? She had known from the beginning that he had never promised her anything.  

She reached for him again, but he pulled away, unable to meet her eyes. She felt her heart break in her chest. 

“I need to go back out…” he whispered while keeping his eyes averted to the ground. 

“Robert, please don’t feel sorry… I… I lo-“ 

“Don’t,” he cut her off, this time meeting her eyes even though it pained him to do so. “Don’t say anything you’ll end up regretting.” 

She shook her head and took a step closer to him. “I don’t regret you.” 

He gave her a pained look before slowly raising his hand as if he wanted to stroke her cheek but pulled his hand away at the last moment. 

“Do you regret me?” she asked softly. 

He didn’t hesitate. “No.” 

“Did you mean what you said?” 

Robert opened his mouth but then closed it, a pained look in his eyes as his mouth formed in a tight line. “Look, I’m not… built for relationships, okay? It will just end like it did with-“ He cut himself off and looked away from her. 

Jimmy and Jonesy were back out on stage now, performing the end of the song. Robert turned to leave. 

Evanna grabbed his hand. “Robert, I-“ 

“Evie, I have to get back onstage.” 

“Why are you calling me that!?” 

His brow furrowed in confusion. “Everyone calls you that.” 

“I know, but you never do! You…” She tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to come forth. Everything she had known was going to eventually happen was happening. “Why are you acting like this…?” 

Robert took a deep breath. “Look, maybe you were right about us needing to stop sleeping with each other.” 

“Funny how you say that after you just finished fucking me!” 

One of the roadies pounded on the door. “Plant! They need you back onstage!” 

Robert turned to face Evanna, her eyes glistening with tears. “I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t think…” He couldn’t finish his sentence without confessing to feelings that he obviously did not want to have. “I need to get back…” 

He turned and left the dressing room, leaving Evanna in there with her disheveled clothes and hair. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks despite her attempt to fight them. Her heart ached in her chest as she adjusted her clothes back to their original state. She couldn’t stop herself from feeling this way, from having her heart be drawn to the man who she knew deep down could never give her what she truly wanted. 

The words he had murmured into her neck had hurt her the most because she genuinely did not know if he meant them or not. And if he hadn’t, then it only broke her heart more because she had. She had felt this way ever since he had offered her his shoulder to cry on four months ago. It hadn’t happened immediately, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had fallen so deeply in love with him, and nothing could pull her out of it. 

[amaralionelli]

About me

I go by Amara or Ghost. She/He/They.

Most of my stories include queer characters because, well, I am.

I'm an old person with a big kid job who's working towards getting a grown-up job (aka I work full time and go to college. Someone help me!)

I'm central timezone, but work overnights, so that's when I'll be most active. It's strange, I know.

While I'm not new to Tumblr, I am new to the writing and reading communities here.

I got into writing like most people I know my age, through roleplaying stories with friends back in the golden days of Gaia Online (my age is showing , huh?)

I am. Super dyslexic. Feel free to kindly point out any spelling or grammatical errors I make. I try my best, but nothing is ever perfect.

I love meeting, and talking to, new friends! Community is very important to me whether it's my local queer community, or my many online communities. Let's get to know each other! My inbox is always open 💙

My WIPs

The Whimsical World of Tobias James Barton.

His name was Tobias James Barton, born the 31st day of October in the year of 1830. All Hallows Eve as it was. He was turning 13 this year, though he couldn't for the life of him recall a single thing from before he was 12 years of age .

A boy with terrifying strength and a mysterious past meets a man with a book and a secret. Together, they solve mysteries, fight magical beasts, and cause general chaos wherever they go.

The Prize Fighter of Iskana (link to Wattpad)

Ferris is an untouchable. Bred for war and a life of violence. A beast who was only good for their strength and obedience. It was all they knew. When they are whisked away to the desert country of Iskana as punishment for stepping out of line, they are sure it would be the end for them. The universe, however, had much different plans. It's in the palace of Iskana where they meet the rather strange demon prince that turns all that they knew about life, and love, upside down.

Pandora

War is coming to them, but the people living peacefully on the planet of Pandora can't feel it. Skye Wilder is on the cusp of adulthood. He'll be graduating high-school soon, moving into an apartment with his cousin, Karul-An, and his off and on boyfriend, Justin, while joining the engineering program at the community college just two star systems over.

Or at least he thinks he will.

Things take a turn when his estranged older brother, Vincente, shows up with some plans of his own.

[catholic-saint-tournament]

I was raised Protestant so I don’t have any background knowledge here but I’ve always been SUPER curious about the saints and how it all works, no obligation to explain don’t worry about it, but I’m finding this tournament very interesting and a bit educating. Like I didn’t know about the whole “pre-saint” thing (can’t remember the word well enough to spell it) like the church or whoever designating that someone will become a saint once they die if I’m understanding that right from the context clues I haven’t googled things yet for further research.

OK! Happy to help! The professor in me won't let this ask go unanswered.

There are two kinds of saints. Capital S saints are people who the Church has declared are in heaven/with God because of a) exemplary, holy lives they've led, and b) signs of miracles (often medical ones) where people pray for their intercession. Little 's' saints is anyone and everyone in heaven. So, in theory, your grandparents, great grandparents, etc.

Big S, canonized saints, is what this tourney's all about. What Catholics believe: when people go to heaven and they are with God, they are literally closer to God than we are. When Catholics pray (talk) to saints, NOT WORSHIPPING, that is reserved for God and God alone, they're asking for help. Worship = praise, love, adoration, service, acknowledging power/glory/majesty. Praying to/talking to - let's have a chat.

Think of it this way: have you ever asked a friend to help you move? You've got a super heavy package and need help taking it from point A to B. Technically, you can do it all by yourself, but you can get a friend to help you, or several! Catholics ask these saints, or friends, to help with prayer requests.

We believe that the saints can hear us when we pray to them, and will help us. They want to help us! You'd help a friend in need, yes? This is what the saints are for all of us. Friends! Free friendship for free help with God! What a fabulous deal!

The pre-saint business comes with beatification. When a holy person dies, there's a five year waiting period before their cause can be opened for canonization. In the past, 3 miracles were needed, but now only two are needed for canonization.

The process goes like this - person dies, wait 5 years, go through investigation to make sure the person was actually a good person. Martyrs go straight to Blessed stage (2nd to last before Saint). Venerables are non-martyrs but still super cool holy people. They need at least two miracles. Martyrs need one.

In the past, incorruptibles were considered miraculous, e.g. people whose bodies mysteriously/miraculously don't decay after death. Nowadays it's not considered good enough for a miracle because burial conditions can impact this and it's hard to verify. I mean, people still go apeshit over incorruptibles (I do) but it's not enough to be a miracle.

What IS a miracle: very commonly it's medical miracles. Tumors that disappear overnight. Diseases that disappear. Things doctors said couldn't happen and then they do happen.

The Vatican hears thousands of cases a year, they have a team of medical professionals, and most of the miracles don't qualify as miraculous. They're REALLY rare. For a lot of saints, it can take hundreds of years to go from one step to the next because the professionals try to prove that there was no medical reason why something would disappear or be healed.

The miracles, combined with holiness, 'prove' that these people are truly with God because God has worked through them to produce a miracle. The miracle is not the saint's doing, per se, but rather God working through the saint. We thank the saint for 'bothering' God enough to hear our prayers.

Again, you can go to God directly, but imagine if you had a ton of friends bugging God about the same thing. The persistent widow of Scripture comes to mind, or all the prophets' bothering God in the Hebrew Scriptures. The more friends you have bothering God, the better off you are.

This is why Catholics, in particular, are SO fond of Mary. She is the mother of Jesus, the mother of God, and what's Jesus going to do? Ignore his mother? Hell no. He's going to pay attention, and maybe it doesn't always work (Mary's a busy lady with all our prayers) but she listens and intercedes for us.

This is why saints are so rad. They're normal folks like you and me who led exemplary lives across so many circumstances and are now enjoying the splendor of heaven.

I'm personally gunning for little 's' saint. I doubt I'll be cool enough to be a canonized saint, and that's ok by me!

[lionheartapothecaryx]

Wake up it’s the 1st of the month …. 3/1/24

Happy Venus Day 💕 Life Update

As a black, neuro spicy love witch, I’ve always struggled a bit with the shop, blog, group and managing a business especially when I'm not in a creative space but finally I've been inspired again.

So let me reintroduce myself again. I started this blog almost 4 yrs ago and it took off really quickly, gaining lots of followers overnight. This was right around COVID and there was a renewed interest in Hoodoo and love magick around that time. I’ve mainly posted vintage photos, wrote articles and shared spells and had so much fun interacting with all of you.

I started off 2023, grieving a difficult breakup and reflecting on lessons learned about myself, my former relationship, his spiraling addiction and uncertainty about the future. On top of that, I got to the point where I quit working at my high paying but super intense civilian job that was leaving me constantly exhausted, giving me severe panic attacks and driving me crazy.

I decided to take a sabbatical and reconnect with my body, self and my craft. I’ve always struggled a bit with imposter syndrome and the past few months have been difficult but healing for me as I reconnected with spirit, the elements and my spiritual allies. I finally got my spark back and found a good creative space after working with the spirits of Mercury and Venus.

Some of that inspiration has come in the form of creating new spell oils. The past few months I’ve had multiple recipes come to me repeatedly. After struggling to figure out the logistics, finally I can start testing oils out on myself and a few other volunteers before I place them in the shop. It’s been such a cool but confusing process, I wanted to share with all of you, if you still care 🤣 what I’ve been up to.

The first spell oil that I’ve been working is called Love Uncrossing, inspired by myself, other women, friends, clients, SW’s, crazy experiences and some of the strongest people I know. In traditional Hoodoo, an uncrossing is used to spiritually repair and fix an situation or individual with crossed conditions. To be crossed is to be blocked up, stagnant, unlucky, jinxed or even hexed. As a practitioner for hire, I’ve come across crossed conditions for love work so often, I know it’s fairly common.

Experience has taught me as a devotee of Venus/Aphrodite and the Venusian Arts that real genuine love doesn’t always come easily for everyone. Life is full of wonders but often unfair. Whether it’s the grief of a bad breakup, the intense pain of heartbreak, aggravating soul ties, deep traumas, negative cords an attachments or simply never ending bad luck, love does not play fair … but it can be.

For my SW’s friends who regularly work the club, do other forms of s-work or are ex industry, I’ve found that protecting and clearing the sacral, life force energy regularly can protect your spirit, energy and mental health, shielding you from intense burnout. I’ve charged the oil to assist with this. Even if you aren’t in the industry though, regularly cleansing and protecting your life force/ sacral energy can help with bringing you more balance and stability, within yourself and others.

For survivors of SA & abuse (physical, emotional, and s*xual) this oil is also spelled to assist with healing and overcoming any traumas associated with that. As a survivor myself, I understand the unique difficulties that come with processing light and heavy traumas, so I worked hard to create a spiritual blend that covers a variety of issues.

*** this is not intended to be a substitute for proper mental health services. Item is intended as curio only.

After carefully gathering the right herbs, I’ve been crafting and charging the oil for the past few days.

I wanted to create something energetically restorative, with abundant free flowing energy, that also cleared stagnant energy. It needed to be cleansing but also help with dissolving blockages in all matters of love and relationships. Than the oil was imbued with strong protections. I found this part to be really important because it’s easy to be re-traumatized, especially if you’re dealing with heavy traumas which sets you back and impedes your progress and healing process. It’s kinda like picking at or having a scab ripped off accidentally. Likewise if you want the best results in love magick, you can’t leave it up to chance.

The last thing I did was enchant the oil to cut and clear out any negative cords, soul ties and spiritual attachments and then spell it with a soothing potent healing energy using the highest quality lavender and other herbs so the healing process wouldn’t be super painful or stressful.

For those who are spiritually sensitive like myself, spiritual hygiene is a important part of our regular routine. The oil will serve as a multipurpose spiritual primer, to remove, cleanse, heal, attract and grow more love for themselves and genuine love from others. It can be used generally, to maintain your spiritual hygiene in all matters of love and relationships or be set for a variety of aforementioned intentions. The oil is blended to work on five spiritual levels, the auraric field, soul, energetic/sacral/lifeforce, mental, and physical.

I hyper focused on this project because I want you guys to love it as much as I do. I also wanted to give something back to the community, I cherish. I know you guys appreciate my passion and attention to detail.

Before launching the spell oil, it will be beta tested on myself and a few other volunteers.

Thanks for reading and catching up with me. What do you think ? Is this oil something you need ?

Shoutout to my spirit team for sending me the downloads and recipes.

With Love, Gratitude & Magick

Lyonessa 💕

aka The HoodooBarbie

[eyestumblin]

thoughts on Barbie (2022)

If you're at all interested in this movie and its discourse, Broey Deschanel's video and Verily Bitchie's are worth your time. They explain how the film is propaganda to sell toys (of course) but its main purpose is to revitalize Mattel's brand and begin a new "marvel cinematic universe" with their IPs. Bringing beloved indie directors in as a promise they'll sneak authenticity through the corporate machine is part of that marketing tactic. Apparently, it's worked for Barbie despite many of the people who celebrate it feeling fatigue with Disney-Marvel for over-saturating the cinema landscape using the exact same tactics. Maybe because this time it's with the toys of their childhood instead of star wars and comic books it feels subversive, brave, and refreshing, but Barbie's vision of Girl Power is not even meekly rebellious and certainly not feminist.

There is a purposeful void where the feminism should be. It is the strawman that anti-feminists imagine: not a movement of liberation and equality, only a cry of "I want to be the one doing the oppressing!".

I understand how a Wakanda-like vision of a world without misogyny is a delightful fantasy to live in, and the few lines explicitly calling out impossible, often contradictory double standards held over women may be a wake up call for those who have not engaged with this conversation before. For baby's first feminism, simply recognizing what misogyny is and how it wears down and degrades women can be a powerful experience. However, there is no discussion of how and why patriarchy causes and enforces misogyny or how to dismantle it.

The movie acknowledges the male characters, especially Ken, as emotional beings with understandable pain, and gives him more attention than the troubled mother-daughter relationship that seems like it should be the core of a film for and about women. His existential crisis is a parallel to Barbie's, and so for a satisfying conclusion, it's important they both get the answer to their question: "Who am I? What do I need to be to deserve love?".

"You're not an accessory, you should just do your own thing without a woman" is a fine answer for Ken, but is an incomplete offering for men under patriarchy. For all the runtime this movie sinks into men, it seems to go out of its way to avoid ever acknowledging how patriarchy harms them, too. Bell Hooks said, "The first act of violence that patriarchy demands of males is not violence toward women. Instead, patriarchy demands of all males that they engage in acts of psychic self-mutilation, that they kill off the emotional parts of themselves." Will Ferrell's declaration that he wants to be tickled is the closest thing to acknowledging how patriarchy robs men of full access to their own lives but unless you already know feminist theory, it's just a throwaway joke on what a goofy little guy he is.

From birth, patriarchy teaches men the answer to the question of how to be worthy of love is a lifelong gauntlet of contests. Who collects the most valuable things (women being objectified and included in this tally), who can endure the most isolation and pain, who can conquer and stand alone at the top. Stepping on women is normalized as an easy way to raise ranks in these contests before even competing with other men. Treating women as equals is punished because it's not participating 'correctly' if he doesn't seek power over women and other men (I kept waiting for Allan to be some kind of comment on this, but nope!).

The word Patriarchy is littered throughout the script and used as a magic spell to transform Barbieland overnight without any further exposition. Men are framed as the adversary, but the happy ending is not to free everyone from patriarchy. Systemic injustice is not challenged, men and women do not unite as equals. Barbieland returns to Matriarchy and the narrator chuckles about how someday, perhaps, the Kens will only face the same level of oppression human women do on earth.

I saw more memes about Ken than any other character, and although there's validity to claims that he's most popular because men always get more positive attention than women, it's also definitely a consequence of the film's choices. He gets the most fully formed and sympathetic arc, a music number, and most marketable quips and visual gags. Getting through heartbreak and learning "I am Kenough" is a lot easier to relate to and make fun memes of than a flawless, immortal being meeting her creators and choosing to develop cellulite and die.

The reception of this movie has been enormous and enthusiastic, surely in part because its marketing budget cost as much as the movie itself. I was curious whether criticism and lack of accolade was really just misogyny at work as much of the internet believes. The conclusion I've come to is that Mattel strategically planned Barbie to be championed by women and rely on real misogyny ("pink movie for girls bad, cannot be good movie") to blot out any and all criticism of its weak writing and insincere, toothless social commentary. This happened with Ghostbusters 2016; the wailing and fury of nostalgic misogynists was so loud, it made denouncing them feel like an important fight to take up rather than just free advertising and clout for a mediocre, cynical corporate product.

I totally understand the ~fun~ parts of this movie and I'd enjoy watching some of the spectacle again. It's just frustrating to see Mattel catching earnest people hook, line, and sinker in the year 2023 even after a decade of seeing others strung along behind the same boat. They've successfully packaged the movie as important through implied (but critically absent) connection to feminism when all that's inside is, for better or worse, just a colorful plastic toy (20$).

[theforstdragoncoven]

Spell casting for the modern era.

Im a middle age gentleman who has been trying to find love for awhile. So I decided to do what any witch would do in my situation. I cast a spell to bring love into my life. Now first off I didn’t cast this spell on any specific person. I am a firm believer that free will always wins out and you cannot force anyone to love you or be attracted to you. So I made this spell kind of open ended. Now this post isn’t a recording of my success or failure in my endeavor and the exact way I cast the spell isn’t important. I’m posting this to provide some spell casting pointers to anyone who may be in need.

First all spell casting is manifestation. Manifestation is bringing thought and idea into reality. The thought and idea is to bring love romantic love to be specific into my life. Being specific about your desired outcome is of course very important. The more specific you are the better your chances of success but you don’t want to be too specific for doing so can easily lead you into expectations and expectations can be dashed.

Never forget the principle of correspondence. “As above so below” What does this mean? As you do above or in the spiritual world so should you also do in the physical world. For example if one wishes to bring love into their life not only should you be spell casting but you should also be putting yourself out there in the physical. This can be hard of course but you’re looking for a physical outcome so why would you not put in the physical work. Let’s say I want to bring money into my life. Do you think it’s just going to poof into your bank account? This actually is a great check for yourself. Is what your wanting realistic? Can you envision exactly how this thing could come to reality? We are not wishing upon a star or tapping our heels together.

Which leads into open mindedness. If you cast a money spell and find 20 bucks on the ground your spell was a success. Again I can’t stress enough that unrealistic expectations are the bane of spell casting. This is why we teach meditation and mindfulness. Only when your eyes are open can you see the little things, the signs, the traps, the pitfalls and the way forward. How often have we become discouraged because things didn’t go as we envisioned. Well I’m sorry to say that we can’t always see how these things will come to fruition. When dealing with unknown quantities sometimes we can’t know how the manifestation will come to be.

And then of course there’s patience. Not everything happens overnight. It might take days, months or even years for your spell to come to fruition. How often do we get discouraged because we didn’t get it right away. Remember those unknowns? Maybe you had to experience something to get to where you need to be. Sometimes you gotta get lost to find the way.

So what’s the point of spell casting? What’s the difference between this and just letting shit happen? Because of choice. We are beings of choice and self empowerment. We don’t have to be a bump on a log. We don’t have to have a come what may attitude. Remember magick is the art and science of creating change in accordance with your own will. We can desire change and we can act to bring that change about. The difference is we have the power to create change and make our lives what we want. It doesn’t have to be supernatural but sometimes it just might be.

[writerniks007]

In this article, you will learn Simple Easy to follow 6 Powerful Free Love Spells that Work Overnight in 24 Hours or Less even if you’ve never cast a love spell before.

[jackalope78]

The Diagnosis

When I started this tubmlr back in December, I wasn't really quite sure what I wanted to do with it. I still miss Livejournal and have long wanted some kind of replacement. Now though, I need a place to work through medical shit, someplace mostly anonymous where I won't accidentally hurt my friends with my anger. Because oh my god I'm angry and hurt and scared, but I also don't want to put that on the people who love me because they don't deserve it.

So hello void, this is my scream. Feel free to yell back, I completely get it.

I'm going to put down a timeline of the past three weeks, because I don't want to forget it.

March 21 I noticed my feet were numb. Like a Reynaud's attack but I wasn't cold. Thought hm... I should probably go in to the doctor about that.

March 25, noticed my legs were not quite as sensitive as they should be after a shower, the towel felt weird when I dried them

March 26, morning. Called the helpline for my insurance. The nurse I spoke to was very nice and calm, but I could hear the "OH SHIT" in her voice as she said, "I need you to go to the emergency room, these are the hospitals near you that we work with, please don't drive yourself, if you can't get someone to take you, we can arrange for an ambulance"

This is indeed about when I realized this was serious. still didn't know how serious but you know... maybe it's better that these things happen in stages.

Anyway, I called my very dear friend. someone I knew was currently taking a work sabbatical, and asked her if she could come pick me up and take me to the ER. I then went to my weekly work meeting, as I knew that it would be a while before my friend would arrive. Meeting went well, friend showed up, I told my boss I needed to go, and off we went.

I was seen pretty quickly for being a non bleeding patient in the ER. They did some tests, including an MRI of my spine, and that showed bad things. Bright spots. Demyelinating Fassomething I can't be bothered to look up how to spell right now. So around 4pm (we got there around 11:30AM) they admitted me to as an inpatient there in the hospital because they wanted to do more tests. Another MRI for starters. My friend, who stayed with me the whole time, did I mention she's a dear friend and an absolute champ, went to my apartment to bring me pajamas and feed my cat and get some overnight supplies like toothbrushes and toothpaste and deodorant. She also made me a little snack "hey you're in the hospital and it sucks" care package and it was the absolute best. Have I mentioned she's the most amazing? Cause even in this relative anonymity she deserves a shout out. I let my boss know that I was being admitted and then called my parents to give them an update. They live halfway across the country and I didn't want to worry them, but also they should know. I told them I was fine, don't panic. Don't fly out. I would keep them updated.

Here's where my timeline goes kind of fuzzy? Time is liminal in the hospital and it can be hard to keep track. It both expanded and shrunk down to nothing. I did get another MRI, this time of the brain and neck and both with and without contrast. I'm pretty sure that happened on the 27th. A neurologist came to see me. Again I think on the 27th. Due to the results of the second MRI they said they wanted to do a lumbar puncture, but the techs were swamped so it might be Thursday, but more likely Friday. The neurologist also mentioned that she's leaning towards multiple sclerosis, but she couldn't be sure until after the lumbar puncture. But I should prepare myself for that.

Sometime on the 28th my arms went a little numb. Because stress. So they decided to do an intravenous injection of a steroid. which meant I had to get a new IV port put in because damn my little rolly veins and their inability to hold a port. That in an of itself was an ordeal. I had quite a few nurses come in to try and find a good vein, they had to call in the specialty nurses to do it, but since they had a trauma to deal with, it didn't happen till late. I was there in the bed, one nurse on each arm, putting in two ports so they wouldn't have to do it again. I absolutely went to the zone out place. I shut my eyes and started humming "In The Bleak Midwinter". Why that song? I HAVE NO IDEA. I love it, it's one of my favorite carols, and it's soothing in a way I can't describe. The weirdest thing for me is that since they came so late in the night (around midnight I think) I didn't have my glasses on, so I have no idea what either one of them looks like, one was male, the other was a woman with big curly hair that she had up in this high poufy ponytail. They were just blurry shapes with hands.

Friday the 29th I got the lumbar puncture. WHICH WAS A NOTHING PROCEDURE. Holy cow, medical dramas lie about that one. I went in, they had me lie on my belly, they numbed the skin with something that felt like a tiny pinch, and then they raised me up on an angle. And the doctor said, we're just collecting the fluid now, we'll be done soon and I said, "wait you stuck me already". Absolutely nothing. Best thing I had done. Way nicer then the MRI. (I hate those things).

I was released late Friday, I had another injection and then I could go home. I needed to go to my provider on Saturday for the third injection (I ended up being told to go have it done again on Sunday and Monday).

On Monday April 1, I had some kind of weird reaction to the stress and just everything and got a bout of vertigo. I did go back to urgent care, a friend went with me. They wanted to do another MRI, just incase, so it was anther overnight for me. Then Thursday April 4 I had something? I don't remember, but once again I was back at urgent care. I was fine. And they found a last minute appointment with a neurologist, which was nice because the one I had originally was for April 23rd to go over test results. And that's where I got my diagnosis of multiple sclerosis. Yay. It's been a week now of digesting and processing the news. I have had a call with a clinical pharmacist to go over the medication they're going to put me on. I need to get blood drawn for more lab tests. I have an upcoming appointment with a physical therapist and another doctor. But god is this a lot to process and deal with.

On one had, it explains SO FUCKING MUCH about various things that have been happening over the past- god I don't even know -5ish years? On the other hand, why the fuck didn't I push harder or even go to the doctor about these things. Why did I (not even the doctor, but ME) just chalk all this up to being older, fat, and out of shape. Please, please if I could tell the internet one thing, don't chalk things up to getting older. Please talk to your doctor about small changes that you notice. Even if you do think it's just that you're getting older and you're kind of out of shape and maybe a bit fat.

[lunarcovehq]

We're the new romantics... heartbreak is the national anthem, we sing it proudly. We are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet.

SWEET HEARTS WEEK - VALENTINES DAY EVENT

For the residents who were here last year, it may be hard not to take note of the crisp chill in the air or the way the temperature seemed to drop overnight. Last year, V-Day was a horrifying reminder of how safety, for anyone outside of Lunar Cove or within, was not guaranteed. But, this year, marks a glimmer of hope. It's a time of new beginnings.

The protective barrier around Lunar Cove once again needs to be reinforced. But, to kick off the newly rebranded as Sweet Hearts Week (formerly known as 'Single's Week'), your leaders have decided to band together and show their support. Rather than have the Fae Court and Coven work to restore the magic of the barrier while the rest of the town celebrates, the barrier restoration will be a town wide effort. While the fae and witches pool their magic together, the werewolf and vampires will parole the border acting as guards to prevent any intruders from sneaking in. Meanwhile, back in town, the humans will be in charge of gathering supplies, passing out refreshments to make sure no magic user faints under the toll the barrier can take to reinforce, acting as medics and making sure every resident is wearing a protective charm to prevent any other spells from taking over residents.

Once the barrier is safety back up, the true celebration begins! Sweet Hearts Week is offering a number of fun activities around town where residents can enjoy themselves. From ice skating to a potentially traumatizing game of paint ball, Sweet Hearts Week has something for everyone of every species and is a chance for the town to come together and embrace what makes each and every resident unique.

REMINDERS

This is a character-driven event starts today and spans from 2/12-2/18 in character, though the event will run from 2/14-3/3 out of character.

Please keep your eyes out for multiple plot drops that will be happening throughout the week which your characters can continually react to.

The tag for the event is lunarcoveevent10. Everything from pictures, outfits & threads etc. should be under this tag. Starters should have both the starter and event tag. 

This event is totally optional, we just wanted to give you some starter ideas/fun activities your characters can participate in for February/for the start of March.

For anyone looking to bring in new characters, we will continue to have regular acceptances throughout the event. 

Feel free to react to or post starters for any of the below in whichever order you would like.

Last, but not least, we hope you have fun!

ACTIVITIES

Lock & Key - The fan favorite event is back- unlock your heart and stomach down at Joe’s Pasta & Pizzeria! Each participant will be paired by Joe himself. Half will be given a key and the other half a lock. Once you find your pairing, you and your partner will be given a romantic candlelit dinner to share a pizza your heart. Disclaimer: There are no discounts for entry.

Love, Laughter, and Latte - Have you ever seen someone cute at a café, but were too nervous to say hello? Have you ever found yourself people watching while you wait for your coffee and wonder how the people on the table in the corner all know each other? Well, this year, the Daily Drip will be hosting a Secret Message party all week long. If you're getting a bite to eat and a cup of coffee for here, your table can write secret messages or conversation starters on slips of paper for one of the employees to pass along to a person of your choice anonymously. The person can then write back and you can have a full conversation via notes, only to get to chose whether you want to reveal your identity or not before you leave. Planning to take a cup of coffee to go? The Daily Drip is also accepting call secret messages that they will write out on the sleeve of your intended's cup (and if the person of your choice doesn't swing by the coffee shop all week, they'll deliver it to your intended's door. You can even customize the foam design & include pastries with your order).

Sweethearts and Sweet Tarts Galentine’s Day Brunch - During your lunch break, swing by Rose Tinted to enjoy an instagram worthy Thirsty-Thursday brunch with bottomless mimosas and 90′s Girl Band playlist running on repeat.

Be Mine or Wine Tasting- Swing by Ambrosia for charcuterie and wine tasting. This event is Black Tie attire and will have a menu tailored for each guest from a number of different cheeses, chocolate-themed dishes and beverages. Reservations only. They won’t accommodate any walk-ins. 

Break-Up Bar & Exhibit- For any newly singles out there who aren’t ready to get into something new just yet, swing by the Break-Up Bar & Exhibit at Art in Motion. Enjoy a wide variety of comfort foods, settle into one of the many bean bag chairs set up in the exhibit and watch classic break-up scenes in movies. There is even a Wall of Broken Relationships set up along the back of the exhibit where you can add a memento of a relationship you are grieving or are moving on from.

Kiss & Tell Kissing Booth Mixer - Swing by the Starlight Bar for half-off cocktails if you visit the Kissing booth. Donate a dollar to get a smooch from the town’s most eligible bachelor and bachelorette volunteers at the Kissing Booth. All proceeds from the night go towards cleaning up the Cove’s beaches.

The Polar Plunge- With a fresh layer of snow on the ground and a chill in the air, this is the perfect excuse to take part in the town’s annual Polar Plunge hosted by the Wolf Den. Get some Valentine's themed cocktails and or shots in you, provided by Bad Moon Brewery, before stripping down into your underwear and taking a dip into the sound.

Decades of Love- Don't miss the decades themed pop-ups all over town where you can go on a date in 'the past'. Swing by Hero Comics to be transported back into the 90s, Roller Rocket will be 80's, Broken Records will be all things 70's, Victory Lane for the 60's, Peggy's Diner for the 50's, High Tide for the 40's, the Stingray Boathouse for the 30s, Cabaret for the 20's and New Leaf Bookstore for the 10's. Each establishment will come equipped with decade themed cocktails, food and historical costumes are required upon entry (though if you don't have an outfit that fits the decade, clothes can be provided for you by Blush Boutique as long as they are returned on your way out).

Wanna Dance with Somebody Soiree- Get ready to dance the night away! Swing by Follow My Lead for dance classes where you can learn a number of different styles of dance as a couple. If you already are in a relationship, make it a date night and, if you're single, it's time to mingle! Follow My Lead will pair you with a dance partner per song so you can have a chance to meet some of your fellow neighbors you might not have bumped hips with just yet.

Cupid's Getaway- The Hideaway is bringing your big romantic gestures to life. Teaming up with other establishments around town, the Hideaway will transform any establishment around town for two hours into a private venue of your choice. If you want to have the library to yourselves for a date, the hideaway will make it happen. What to have a private spa day for the girls, the Hideaway will turn your Galentines' fantasies into a reality. But, just remember, once your time slot is up you must vacate the premise as its time for your carriage to transform back into a pumpkin and the staff will take apart the decorations around you if need be.

Love Sucks - If Valentine's Day isn't your thing, swing by the Country Club for an Anti-Valentine's Day Birthday Bash celebrating none other than Meena Raja's birthday. The dress code is all black though you are encouraged to dress in full black-tie or wear as many or little clothes as possible. This is a night of debauchery and fun with heated pools, hot tubs, gambling tables, a chocolate fountain and endless champagne. All are invited (whether you are a member of the Country Club or not) except for J.C. Carvalho who has been banned from the Country Club and will be escorted from the premises on sight.

Don't Burst Our Bubbl.- Bubbl. will be open all week offering blankets to bundle up in where you can sit around the fire, roast smores, indulge in all you can eat chocolate desserts and pastries and watch the snow fall overhead.

Love on the Horizon- Swing by Pier Pressure for arcade games and fun. You can win a friend or loved one a stuffed animal, ride the Tunnel of Love, or meet at the top of the Ferris Wheel to take in the views of Lunar Cove from up above. Legend has it that whoever you end up with at top of the Ferris Wheel will change your life for better or for worse.

Melt Your Frozen Heart- Join Broken Records at the Ice Skating Rink to be able to skate to your hearts content to your favorite tunes.

Cupid vs. Frosty- Swing by the Beach to partake in the Snowman Building Contest. Best snow creation will walk away with all you can eat Ice Cream from Happy Scoops.

ACTIVITIES TO COME

Painted Love- Plot Drop to Come.

Snow on the Beach- Plot Drop to Come.

[astrologysupport1]

White Love Spells That Work Overnight

While magic is a practice deeply rooted in spirituality and cosmic alignment, it’s essential to understand that White Magic Spells may not provide overnight results. Instead, they work gradually, over time, to create a harmonious and lasting change. Patience is key when working with white love spells.

Insights into Black Magic

Black magic, on the other hand, involves the use of dark and malevolent forces to achieve specific, often harmful, goals. Pandit Kapil Sharma Ji strongly advises against engaging with black magic, as it can have severe consequences and can negatively impact your karma. White magic is always the preferred choice for matters of the heart.

White Magic Spell to Make Someone Think of You

One of the most common desires in love is to make someone think of you. White Magic Spells can help you influence the thoughts of the person you love in a positive way. The mantra “Om Kleem Shreem Hreem Thriptamaya Namah” can enhance the energy of your intention.

White Magic Love Spells – Ideas and Inspiration

White Magic Love Spells come in various forms, each tailored to meet specific needs and desires. Here are some ideas and inspiration to help you navigate the realm of white magic for love:

Love Attraction Spell: If you’re looking to attract new love into your life, use the mantra “Aum Shreem Hreem Shreem Kamle Kamalalaye Praseed Praseed” to enhance your magnetism.

Rekindling Romance: To reignite the passion and spark in your relationship, the mantra “Om Shree Radha Krishna Namaha” can help mend bonds and rekindle affection

Pandit Kapil Sharma Ji: A Trusted Guide in Matters of the Heart

Pandit Kapil Sharma Ji is a name synonymous with trust and authenticity when it comes to astrological guidance and white magic spellcasting for love. With a wealth of experience and deep insights into the cosmic forces that govern our lives, he brings a unique blend of knowledge and spirituality to assist you on your romantic journey.

Pandit Kapil Sharma Ji’s approach is grounded in a strong belief in the power of positive intentions and cosmic alignment. He believes that the universe has a way of responding to our pure desires, making White Magic Spells an effective means to manifest your romantic aspirations.

When working with Pandit Kapil Sharma Ji, you can expect a personalized and authentic experience. He will take the time to understand your unique situation and intentions before recommending the most appropriate white magic spell and mantra to help you achieve your love-related goals.

Empowering Yourself with White Magic Love Spells

White Magic Love Spells empower you to take control of your love life in a positive and respectful manner. By using these spells, you can invite love, understanding, and harmony into your relationships, both new and existing. These spells serve as a conduit for channeling your heartfelt desires, and when performed with genuine intent, they can bring about beautiful changes in your romantic life.

It’s important to remember that love spells should always be cast with the utmost respect for free will and consent. They are not intended to manipulate or control someone against their wishes. Instead, they help create an environment where love can flourish naturally, where hearts can open, and souls can connect on a deeper level.

Harnessing the Power of Mantras

Mantras are sacred words or phrases that carry deep spiritual and cosmic energies. They are used to amplify the intentions behind your white magic spells and enhance their effectiveness. Here are a few powerful mantras, as recommended by Pandit Kapil Sharma Ji, to complement your white magic love spells:

Om Kleem Shreem Hreem Thriptamaya Namah: This mantra enhances the energy of your intention to make someone think of you and increases their awareness of your presence.

Aum Shreem Hreem Shreem Kamle Kamalalaye Praseed Praseed: Use this mantra to attract new love into your life, inviting positive energy and magnetism.

Om Shree Radha Krishnaya Namaha: To reignite passion and affection in a relationship, this mantra can mend bonds and bring back affection.

Aum Hreem Shreem Kreem Swaha: For healing after a breakup or emotional trauma, this mantra promotes emotional healing and self-love.

Aum Gauri Shankaraya Namaha: To encourage commitment and a deeper connection in your relationship, this mantra brings unity and stability.

Aum Kleem Krishnaya Namah: For improved communication and understanding in your relationship, this mantra can enhance clarity and empathy.

Aum Mahadevaya Namah: When you seek to protect your relationship from negativity and external influences, this mantra provides a shield of love and harmony.

Conclusion:

The world of White Magic Love Spells, guided by the wisdom and support of Pandit Kapil Sharma Ji, can be a powerful and transformative journey into the realm of love and light. These spells and mantras, when used with pure intentions and respect for the cosmic energies, have the potential to create the loving, harmonious relationships you desire.

Remember, love is a force that should be nurtured and cherished, and White Magic Love Spells are a means to enhance the love already present in your life or invite new love into your heart. With the universe as your ally and Pandit Kapil Sharma Ji as your guide, you can navigate the journey of love with confidence and grace, inviting positivity and affection into your life.

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Turtlethon Extra Slices: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990) (Part 3 of 3)

This is the third and final part of a special Turtlethon retrospective exploring the 1990 live-action Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. Parts one and two covered the development of the movie and the first two acts: in this segment we look at the final act, the film’s impact and its legacy.

Arriving in the pick-up truck, the Turtles return to their sewer home alongside April and a reluctant Casey. Once there, they quickly pick up on a spy being in their midst. Danny is hiding nearby, and reveals that he has run away from home. He winds up staying overnight with the team, while a claustrophobic Casey returns to the truck to monitor things above ground. Impressed by the art of the Turtles that April created while on the farm, Danny is gifted an illustration of Leonardo that he folds away in his pocket.

I maintain that what happens next is the corniest thing in the entire movie: Danny is seen fidgeting as he sleeps, apparently having a nightmare where he hears the duelling voices of both Shredder and Splinter. It’s too on-the-nose, and perhaps would have worked better without allowing us to hear the voices too, not everything has to be spelled out. He slips by the now-sleeping Turtles and April to escape to the surface, returning to the Foot’s hideout. Casey spots this from the truck and decides to track him.

Danny again meets up with Splinter, who via another flashback recounts an earlier portion of his backstory. Here it’s explained how he learned his moves from his owner Hamato Yoshi, “one of Japan’s finest shadow warriors”, who was caught in a heated rivalry with Oroku Saki over their mutual love of a woman named Thang Shin. It was Thang who, out of concern for Yoshi, encouraged him to flee to America with Splinter as a means of putting the rivalry with Saki behind them. Saki would go on to murder Thang; upon returning from work Yoshi discovered this and was also attacked by his old rival. Splinter escaped from his now-broken cage and ravaged Saki’s face; in retaliation, Yoshi’s rival used his katana blade to slice the rat’s ear. Splinter’s actions weren’t enough to save his master, whose feud with Saki had reached its gruesome conclusion. When Danny asks what happened to Saki, Splinter can’t say, but points out that his symbol appears on the headband now worn by the teen.

As Casey adopts a Foot ninja uniform to further infiltrate the criminal operation, Danny is confronted by Shredder. He discovers the illustration of Leo provided to the boy earlier by April and takes this as confirmation that the Turtles have returned. Insistent on handling things himself this time, he orders his men into action, commanding also that Splinter be killed. Casey attempts to confront Danny, but learns of Shredder’s plans, and the two head off to intervene.

A battalion of Foot Soldiers charge into the sewers but this time the Turtles are ready for them, easily seeing off a first wave and prepared to take on the one that emerges soon after. Meanwhile Casey and Danny work to free Splinter, only to be confronted by Tatsu and a group of the youths still present in the compound.

In the sewers the Turtles continue to see off the Foot Soldiers, with April assisting from the sidelines. Back in the gang's hideout Casey receives a severe beatdown from Tatsu, but has the good fortune to be hurled into a shipment of golf clubs. Now in his element, he uses one of the clubs to fling Shredder’s underling across the room. The assembled hoodlums intervene on behalf of their master, but Splinter and Casey point out to them that neither Tatsu nor Shredder care for any of them, the masked villain’s claims that the Foot are one big family simply a ruse created to have them do his dirty work. Ultimately Casey and Danny carry Splinter out of the building, the stunned teens offering no resistance.

The Turtles fight off the waves of Foot ninjas and move up to the surface, climbing further still as they defeat more of the flunkies while working their way towards a nearby rooftop. With the ninja army now exhausted, the green teens stand triumphant but soon find themselves face-to-face with the final boss: The Shredder. Our heroes are incredulous upon learning his name and quip about his moniker sounding like “a kitchen utensil”, but their attempts to take him on individually go nowhere: Raphael goes first and is quickly grounded; Leo follows and finds himself in a similar position. Mikey and Donnie each confront the villain in battles that occur off-screen but fare no better. As the team regroup, Casey, Splinter and Danny arrive on the ground below, accompanied by members of the Foot who have now been convinced to switch sides.

Leonardo leads the Turtles into a further attack on Shredder, convinced that by defeating the villain they can make him reveal the whereabouts of Splinter; meanwhile Casey spots a group of Foot Soldiers who have remained loyal to their master climbing up the side of the building to offer Shredder assistance. He uses a nearby garbage truck to knock them back down and sees off the remaining ninjas on the ground.

Shredder and the Turtles battle further, briefly reaching an impasse until the villain goads Leonardo by insisting that Splinter is already dead. A furious Leo charges at him but winds up beneath Shredder’s foot, a spear pointed directly at his face; the other Turtles are warned that if they don’t relinquish their weapons, their leader will be the next to go. Reluctantly, the Turtles toss their gear over the side of the building, Michaelangelo’s nunchucks ending up wrapped around a nearby ladder that provides access to the roof.  Shredder laughs at the naivete of his foes, informing them that as a group of three with their weapons they could have still beat him, but now all of them will follow Leonardo in perishing at his hand.

Just as all seems lost, Splinter emerges, declaring that he knows Shredder is actually Oroku Saki and explaining he was the rat that leapt out of the cage to defend the honour of Hamato Yoshi years earlier. Shredder removes his mask to reveal the scarring caused by Splinter during the incident; this is another way in which the cartoon and movie continuities differ, as on TV Shredder’s entire getup seems to be at worst only to serve his own ego, or at best (as shown in the season seven episode “The Legend of Koji”) an adoption of the same ninja attire worn by his ancestor, Oroku Sancho. In either event, cartoon Shreds has no scar, but here there’s some justification for why he dons the mask.

Furious at the sudden return of this ghost from his past, Shredder hurls himself at Splinter, but his spear is tangled in the nunchucks, now held by his rodent enemy and the only thing preventing him from plummeting off the side of the building; as with the “fellow chucker” sequence from earlier in the film, this portion of the movie was drastically edited for the UK version, ruining this most pivotal moment. Splinter tells Shredder that “death comes for us all”, and continues to give a speech that seems to be intended to suggest he’s not going to take the easy way out and allow his master’s old foe to fall to his demise; Shredder is having none of this, and attempts to hurl a dagger remaining in his belt at the rat. In reaching to catch the dagger with one hand, Splinter is forced to relinquish his grip on the tangled weapons, and so Shredder drops into the garbage truck parked below.

If there was any possibility that Shredder survived the fall, then Casey’s actions next suggest he has no qualms about doing to the villain what he did to both Yoshi and Thang Shin (and presumably would have done to Splinter and the Turtles, given the chance); he activates the crushing mechanism of the garbage truck. Shredder’s helmet is seen getting mangled in the process, just to rub it in. If anyone watching has an issue with one of the movie’s protagonists going out of their way to kill its main bad guy then take solace, I suppose, in the fact that within a year a second Turtles movie will arrive and somehow... he gets better.

Then again, remember that the very first Mirage Turtles story – from which this film, and everything else TMNT-related draws upon – had the Turtles straight up kill Shredder then and there. Viewed from that perspective, this is, in its own way, an apt ending.

The Turtles are reunited with Splinter. Danny gives April back the money he stole from her wallet days earlier and begins the act of rebuilding his relationship with his own father, now insisting that he wants to go by “Dan” instead. Charles doesn’t seem to buy him as a Dan, and frankly neither do I. Having patched things up with his son, the station boss goes on to try and do the same with April, begging her to come back. April insists on getting a deal at least as good as May Williams has at Channel 5, and I love the implication that every odd-numbered station in town has their own rival reporter named after a month of the year. The “I See What You Did There” gags continue as Chief Sterns arrives and begins grilling one of the hoods for information: he’s informed that the criminal hideout Shredder operated out of is “on the east warehouse over at Lairdman Islands”. 

April and Casey get their end of the movie kiss in as Spunkadelic’s “9.95” plays us out; on the roof, the Turtles celebrate this as well as their own victory, considering the right word to describe how good they were. Splinter finally intervenes with his own suggestion: “I have always liked... cowabunga.”

Okay, but... that doesn’t even work in the context of what they were going for. Ehh, perhaps it doesn’t matter that much: the Turtles share a triumphant “cowabunga” of their own and everyone goes home happy.

AFTERMATH

In terms of its performance, TMNT exceeded all expectations, putting to bed any concerns that its darker approach would alienate younger filmgoers. A lot of this could be attributed to timing: much like 1986’s Transformers: The Movie and 1999’s Pokemon: The First Movie, the 1990 Turtles film debuted within the first few years into the life cycle of the property (from the perspective of the kids who made up the larger chunk of those buying tickets, anyway); all three films rolled out around the time that their respective franchises peaked in popularity, resulting in a perceived decline in interest afterwards as kids simply became burned out.

What differentiates the 1990 Turtles movie from the other two feature films mentioned is that, inarguably, TMNT did everything right. Any squabbles that occurred in post-production didn’t lead to the finished product being diminished in a way that would be obvious to the audience: it achieved exactly what Mark Freedman intended it to in raising the profile and legitimacy of the Turtles beyond what the cartoon was capable of. Remarkably, the film managed to find the sweet spot between the MWS and Mirage Turtles, presenting a project that pleased fans of both. Elements from the cartoon that were beneficial to the story, such as April’s role as a reporter and the colour-coded bandanas worn by the Turtles were retained, and throughout the Turtles are still allowed to goof around, while also displaying emotional maturity largely absent from their Fred Wolf counterparts.

And yet we still must acknowledge that for those of us introduced to Turtles through the cartoon, key elements of it that were omitted raised questions at the time. The absences of Krang, Rocksteady, Bebop and the Technodrome were glaring; it was easy to reason, however, that there just wasn’t time or space to work them into the first movie, and that they were being held over for the inevitable sequel. The fact that the Channel 6 regulars, who could easily have been incorporated even if only in cameos, are absent here speaks to Eastman and Laird’s desire to explicitly not use elements created by Fred Wolf’s camp if they could help it. None of this would prevent a growing schism between MWS and Mirage in the years that followed over who really deserved credit for Turtles becoming as successful as it was; the resulting bad blood would directly affect the creative direction of the second TMNT movie the following year. The divide between the television and movie aspects of the franchise was touched upon by Rob Paulsen in his autobiography, Voice Lessons, where he revealed that the actors who voiced the cartoon Turtles had taken it as a given that they would do so for their respective characters in the movie too; the revelation that a different group of actors would fill the roles was both a shock and disappointment to them.

As critical a part of the TMNT mythos as the first live-action movie was to American kids, in the UK its significance was greater still, serving as the effective grand finale of our localised version of Turtlemania. The fact that the Turtles already had a movie on the way when the franchise was introduced to British children in the early months of 1990 spoke to the fact that they were a big deal: the hype continued to build throughout the year as the release was held off, resulting in an agonising wait. (From personal experience, I can attest that this resulted in the inevitable “My dad’s uncle works at Nintendo” style tall tales from kids who insisted that they had seen the movie while on holiday in the US.) Partners in Kryme’s “Turtle Power” becoming a number one single in the summer only raised the profile of the movie further, but this brought with it an odd branding quandary: here was a song that explicitly referred to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and the BBC – who had gone out of their way to commit to the butchered Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles branding they had insisted upon for the cartoon – were now unable to avoid airing the song and its music video on their radio stations and TV shows. This heralded the creation of what was effectively a second Ninja Turtles brand, running in parallel to the Hero Turtles one and intended to market movie-related products to older consumers.

There is some evidence to suggest that releasing the movie in the UK under the Ninja Turtles banner wasn’t always the plan. A version of the film retitled “Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles” would make it to selected Asian markets with altered dialogue, removing references to ninjas and downplaying the connections of the characters to Japan. This was never going to stand up to scrutiny, as such themes are far more integral to the movie than they were to the cartoon. Ultimately, the UK received the ninja version, but with a curious vestigial tail remaining: the original theatrical run and VHS release had an alternate version of “Turtle Power” running over the closing credits, the lyrics instead referring to the Hero Turtles. (As previously stated, this first run UK print was also edited to remove sequences where Michaelangelo’s nunchucks were used prominently; the German version somehow fared even worse, adding wacky sound effects throughout to soften its dramatic impact and bring the tone in line with that of the cartoon.)

Finally, with December looming, the movie landed in UK cinemas: the cover of the 24 November 1990 edition of the all-purpose youth culture magazine Look-In featured the headline “THE TURTLES MOVIE ARRIVES AT LAST!”, a nod to the by now infuriating wait we had been through. Big summer movies thought to have broad kid appeal were commonly delayed until the festive period during this era, with the thinking being that children would have more free time to see movies at Christmas, when school wasn’t in session, while also distancing the films from competing with summer blockbusters that had broader appeal; both Ghostbusters films and Transformers: The Movie also received this treatment. Arguably this approach worked against Turtles in that the brand had suffered from the BBC placing the cartoon in rerun purgatory since the summer, and the scarcity of TMHT action figures on store shelves was beginning to generate resentment. In that context, the long-delayed arrival of the movie could be viewed as a final, hurried dash across the finish line, the end point of a single calendar year in which the Turtles were overexposed to such a degree that by January, the public was ready to move on.

In the clip above from the BBC’s own Film 90, professional grouch Barry Norman can barely contain his contempt for the film and seems to begrudge the nation’s children getting the opportunity to see a movie they had waited all year for. Also included is a behind the scenes look at the Creature Shop’s work on the then-forthcoming second Turtles film, and a glimpse at the storyboards used in the first outing.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles marks the end of an era: in the years that followed its release the idea of such a high concept comic book movie being handled entirely with practical effects would become increasingly quaint, computer-generated imagery soon emerging as the established way of doing things. Two further TMNT movies arrived in 1991 and 1993, which will get their own Turtlethon retrospectives later this summer. A further CGI Turtles movie would follow in 2007, followed by a pair of uh... contentious films in the 2010s from Michael Bay’s production company Platinum Dunes. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie debuted on Netflix in 2022, with the Turtles returning to the cinema in animated form later this summer with the new movie Mutant Mayhem.

NEXT TIME: The animated Turtles undergo an extreme makeover in an attempt to survive the mid-90s, as season eight gets off to an explosive start in “Get Shredder!”

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July 8, 1937 – The Philadelphia Inquirer

Chatter in Hollywood (Louella Parsons)

Carole Lombard isn’t going to be lonesome while Clark Gable is away on his hunting trip, because what should her old friend Director Walter Lang do but up and buy a house, and if there is anything in the world Carole loves to do it’s to furnish a house! In fact, she’s made Walter a promise he won’t even buy an ash tray that hasn’t her official sanction. Between scenes out at the Selznick Studio Carole is selecting drapes and carpeting, not to mention pictures and furniture sketches. Maybe Carole’s feminine taste wont’ be exactly the makings of a bachelor’s paradise, but Walter’s going to take it and love it – and besides Fieldsy says it’s okay. 

July 9, 1937 – The Courier Journal

Chatter in Hollywood

How do you think Carole Lombard leaves the studio every evening? In a limousine with liveried chauffeur? No indeed. Clark Gable, who is working at MGM only a block away from the Selznick Studios, calls for her usually in a station wagon with guns, tents, and other camping paraphernalia hanging out of the back. But Carole doesn’t mind. Life to her is a lot of laughs anyway. She and Freddie March spend all their free time on the “Nothing Sacred” set practicing with BB guns, so it’s practically worth your life to visit that set.

(Oakland Tribue/July 9, 1937)

July 10, 1937 – The Missoulan

A Screen Celebrity Visits

Missoula is no different from any other place in the country when a screen celebrity stops here, even briefly. 

It was close to midnight when Clark Gable swung into the Garden City from Pocatello on his way to the Jennings hunting lodge near Glacier Park, which is to be his headquarters for a foray into the wilds after a big game. But the hour did not prevent his receiving attention when he stepped into a café for a “snack” after retiring.

The Missoulan’s story of his arrival caused a demonstration of Missoula’s feminine population in front of his hotel Friday morning. How accustomed the screen star has become to such sudden descents upon his manly person was shown by the smiling nonchalance with which he hastily scribbled his autograph as books and papers were thrust at him from all directions.

Apparently, this attention from the populace goes with the job. It is part of an actor’s technique always to be ready to face the multitude, to keep smiling, never to give offense and to accept whatever the great public demands without show of resentment. 

Gable is a master at this sort of thing, through long experience. As he stepped into the Gable care to be whirled up through the Flathead to Jennings’ place, he was the same smiling, unperturbed personality that he was when he first emerged from the hotel to face the crowd. Ordinary male persons wondered how he kept his poise under such circumstances. Apparently it is all in knowing how and never forgetting that one is an actor.

July 10, 1937 – The Wichita Eagle

CLARK GABLE WILL TACKLE BIG GAME

POCATELLO, IDAHO, July 9 — (AP) Bearded Clark Gable seated himself in an expensive roadster today and rode away for a spell of big game hunting in the Idaho wilds – but not before the autograph chasers got him. 

Stopping in this southern Idaho city overnight en route to Montana on a hunting and fishing expedition, the screen star smiled:

“Hunting big game is a real (not reel) thrill. I hope to add a bear skin to my lion trophies. I enjoy ‘roughing it’ in the mountains. It peps me up, gives me renewed vigor.” 

Clerks said he called Carole Lombard on the telephone before leaving today for Sun Valley lodge, in the fringe of south-central Idaho’s primitive Sawtooth mountains. 

Surrounded by scores of girls, the actor scribbled his name on hotel stationery, blank checks, café menus and dozes of scraps of paper.

Two admirers even slipped into his room last night and carried away two belts and buckles. Clerks recovered them.

July 11, 1937 – Great Falls Tribune

Clark Gable In Park Area To Hunt Bear

GLACIER PARK, July 10 – Clark Gable, top ranking motion picture actor in the hearts of a multitude of female fans, arrived here last night and promptly endeared himself to more women by amiably signing his name for autograph seekers before retreating to the seclusion of the Charles Jennings guest ranch, 14 miles southwest of here, to begin a three-week bear hunting trip.

Jennings went to Great Falls earlier in the week and flew to Pocatello to meet Gable and return in the latter’s auto to Glacier Park.

Locks Up Car

On arrival, Gable went to Glacier Park hotel and made several phone calls, then locked his car in a garage here to prevent its dismantlement by curio seekers. He and Jennings then made the slow trip over mountain roads to the Jennings ranch.

At 10 p.m. Carole Lombard, noted screen actress and reportedly a close companion of Gable, called the actor from Hollywood and it was necessary for a messenger to make a three-hour round trip journey to bring Gable back to the hotel to talk to her. The long delay, it was reported, alarmed the actress and she queried park people excitedly, via the telephone, as to whether an accident had occurred. 

Dons Cowboy Clothes

The feminine idol had changed form street clothes to a cowboy suit and after conversing with Miss Lombard went to the Log Cabin inn, where he had lunch. Mrs. B. Connor, proprietor of the inn, showed him a snapshot taken 10 years ago when Gable and her husband were extras appearing in the “Painted Desert.” The actor autographed the photo after recalling how the two of them had played together in short scenes.

Gable and Jennings will leave Sunday for the hunting trip high in the mountains that will be their headquarters on the three-week hunting trip. 

Jennings met Gable through the former’s brother, Talbott, who is a Hollywood scenarist. This is Gable’s first visit to the Glacier Park area in Montana.

July 13, 1937 – Democrat and Chronicle

Lombard Awaits Gable Call

Snapshots of Hollywood: Carole Lombard staying home every night until she gets that long distance call from Clark Gable, who’s gone a-hunting.

July 16, 1937 – Shamokin News Dispatch

Big day for Brown Derby celebrity gawkers – Barbara Stanwyck and Bob Taylor arrive just a moment before Clark Gable and Carole Lombard whisk up in his station wagon.

July 18, 1937 – Knoxville Journal

Clark Gable and Carole Lombard’s birthday remembrance to L.B. Mayer a huge cake composed entirely of gardenias. 

July 18, 1937 – Evansville Press

Besides the popularity of the people involved, there is a good reason why Hollywood’s NO. 1 romance is between Robert Taylor and Barbara Stanwyck – they don’t mind admitting they’re in love. 

Now there are Clark Gable and Carole Lombard: When either is interviewed (by appointment made through the publicity departments) correspondents are cautioned in advance that love is not to be brought into the conversation. Of course sometimes a reporter will blurt out Silly Query No. 37: “Are you and Mr. Gable planning marriage?” 

Miss Lombard, who can blush at will, will blush and exclaim: “Why, how perfectly absurd! Cl – ah- Mr. Gable and I are merely friends. I don’t know where all this romance talk comes from!”

July 19, 1937 – Fort Worth Star Telegram

Leafing through a 3-year-old fan magazine while I waited in a dentist’s anteroom, I ran across an article in which Clark Gable, with amazing courage, had named the 10 “most beautiful” women in Hollywood. His list included, in the order named: Mrs. Clark Gable (now practically ex), Norma Shearer, Joan Crawford, Kay Francis, Jean Harlow, Claudette Colbert, Greta Garbo, Grace Moore, Helen Hayes and Lily Pons.

You know, search as I might, I couldn’t find Carole Lombard’s name anywhere in the list. 

July 20, 1937 – Spokesman Review

Feud Still On

Joan Crawford and Carole Lombard are still feuding, but Carole is adding more fuel to the quarrel by constantly referring to the days when both were Charleston hoofing champs – an accomplishment Joan would rather forget…

July 20, 1937 – Akron Beacon Journal

Short Notes

Clark Gable joins Carole Lombard each evening to view the rushes of her new picture… 

July 22, 1937 – Columbus News

Carole Lombard still has a sleek town car, a limousine and a roadster or two, but she isn’t using them much these days. Every afternoon when she finishes work at the studio, up drives a station wagon all filled with fishing paraphernalia and driven by Clark Gable and off go the two most irrepressible merrymakers of Hollywood. She claims she likes the station wagon better than the limousine and she’d rather go fishing than attend a fashionable party. Clark agrees with her.

July 23, 1937 – Star Tribune

Gable, on Hunting Trip, Calls Carole Twice Daily

By Sheilah Graham

Hollywood, July 22 – Clark Gable telephones Carole Lombard every morning and evening from his hunting retreat in Pocatello, Idaho, but they can’t hear a word they say because every operator from there to here listens lowdown…

July 30, 1937 – South Bend Tribune

Hollywood Is Naïve

In spite of all its pretended sophistication, Hollywood is the most naïve town on earth, and I have never seen the fact more convincingly demonstrated than the other day in the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer café. Carole Lombard had come to MGM to pay the boyfriend, Clark Gable, a visit and they entered the café together. Such craning of the necks you have never seen! Everyone in that huge room stopped eating and stared. Until Clark and Carole were seated, you could have heard a pin drop; afterward, for a good five minutes, the place buzzed like a beehive. And the Gable neck was very, very red. 

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