So what’s it going to be, huh? Do you want your menorah or candy
cane? Hm? Hanukkah or Christmas? Don’t worry about it, buddy. Because in
this house you don’t have to choose. Allow me to introduce you to a
little something that I like to call Chrismukkah.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” - Martin Luther King
And it made me realize how well it fits Sasuke in relation to team 7.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that.” The darkness can just mean the feeling of loneliness Sasuke feels and nobody being able to understand his pain. “Only light can do that.” We all know who signifies light: Naruto.
“Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”Love is Sakura. She knew Sasuke’s heart was filled with hate, but no matter what she tried to make that hate turn into love. As explained in the Databook, “the one that filled his lonely existence with the emotion called love was Sakura.”
Just a little something I found interesting. I miss my children dearly ;u;
Quickly written to get the idea out of my head. Might not be any good.
Call stands with his back to Magisterium, blood running down his arms. At the end of his arms, his hand held Miri and his other hand was a fist. In front of him, Alex Strike stood next to Aaron. Behind him, Call heard the sounds of running, meaning Tamara, Jasper, and Celia had finally caught up. Aaron’s eyes met Call’s, making Call’s heart race in such a way he was sure was the adrenaline. Call felt a hand touch his shoulder as his best friend turned to face the two in front of them.
“We will not let you do this,” Tamara spoke, “We are going to stop you,” On Call’s other side, Jasper squeezed Celia’s hand and then spoke.
“Magisterium is not going to fall today,” With a laugh, Alex spoke.
“There is nothing you can do,” He patted Aaron on the shoulder, “You will fail,” As he said the last word, Aaron moved forward and Call yelled out.
“Move!” His friends scattered. Aaron came toward him, chaos dripping from his hand. Call swung his hand out as Aaron’s came toward him, counting the chaos with the magic of his soul. He tried to catch Aaron’s eyes, wanting to end this battle quickly. Aaron knew what Call was trying to do, so he used his chaos to distract Call. Now he was to busy blocking Aaron’s attacks and was getting more faint as the fight went on. A blast of air knocked Aaron to the ground and Call turned to see Tamara turning back toward Alex, air wrapping around her arm as her hair was being lifted from behind. Celia and Jasper were throwing everything they had at Alex, but their actions did not do much. Call turned back toward Aaron, using earth magic to hold him down. Call kneeled next to him and looked his old friend straight in the eyes.
“Callum,” Aaron spoke, “I’m so sorry,” Call pushed Aaron’s hair out of his face.
“I’m sorry,” Call responded, “I should have been the one to die,” He took a deep breath as the earth magic holding the other mage disappeared, “I’m sorry,” In his mind, Call saw the familiar image of Aaron’s tainted soul. And then Aaron’s eyes closed, the battle ended. Call struggled to get back up to help his friends, but ended up falling back to his knees next to Aaron. Everything was getting blurred and he was sure it was from the blood loss. The last thing he saw was Tamara’s surprised face
From time to time we all need to cleanse our sacred space where we connect to spirits and the divine. When this happens for myself, I brew up a little something I like to call Séance Water. This water is meant to cleanse surfaces or mirrors that are used in divination or any type of trance. It keeps your area cleansed of physical and spiritual dirt while simultaneously allowing the good woo woo back in. Here’s how you can make some:
I like to start off with a nice cast iron cauldron or dutch oven. If you don’t have one that’s okay. Put your cauldron on the stove and add the following:
2 cups water
¼ cup vinegar (I like to use apple cider vinegar)
1tsp lemon juice
1tbs dried mugwort
1tsp dried juniper berry
¼ cup dried rose petal
Once you have these ingredients in your cauldron, you want to just warm them up. Don’t boil them as this isn’t good for cast iron, just heat them on low for about ten minutes. I like to give them a good stir at this time and make sure my herbs are being blended into the mixture. Once it’s warm remove from heat and add 7 drops of Rosemary essential oil and 7 drops of Cypress essential oil. This step is optional of course.
Let the mixture cool some and then strain (or don’t) into a bowl, jar, or spray bottle where you can easily distribute the mixture onto a wash cloth. Saturate your wash cloth in the potion and cleanse away all of those spiritual, and physical, nasties. I find that this solution works wonderful on highly, let’s say used, surfaces and mirrors. Once the surface is clean, allow to air dry.
You of course have the ability to change or substitute any of the listed ingredients. I would say only that I never like to use salt or white sage in my Séance water or any cleansing solution that is for dealing with objects connected to my spirit guides. We wouldn’t want them to leave forever, now would we?
i just. love soldier/spy so much. especially slow burn with a sudden realization stuff
like there’s a battle going and it’s going badly, spy ends up stranded with no time to cloak and no allies nearby
then suddenly bam! soldier’s there blastin dudes left and right, they make it out, maybe they win and maybe they don’t but it’s right then and there lookin at soldier all rugged and bloodied with his shirt strategically ripped to show off some muscle that spy realizes oh no, oh god, he’s in love with this buffoon
especially if he’s just broken off relations with scout’s mom and he’s decided okay, no more relationships, from here on in he’s a hardened professional and, to quote another ex, professionals don’t have feelings
but then here’s this doof? this stupid, overly happy, blunt guy who runs around being as unsubtle as possible who’s about as opposite from spy as you can get but spy’s head over heels here and he just. can’t stop thinking about him
then they have a big victory and everyone’s celebrating and in his giddiness spy kisses soldier right then and there full on the lips
everything kinda slows a minute and spy’s like oh god oh no oh shit and there’s a moment’s pause before soldier kisses him right back and nothing else matters
then of course they’re inseparable, spy constantly giving soldier little gifts like hella quality cigarettes and lil chocolate assortments, gives him cute pet names and gentle kisses on the cheek and forehead and hands and soldier’s as blunt and carefree as always and does big spine crushing bear hugs where he just sweeps spy up and won’t let go
Let it be a trick PART 1 - Platonic! Hamilsquad X Schuyler sisters X Reader
(I ended this on a little bit of a ??? note because this seemingly innocent fic is actually going to be a little something I like to call “Happy to Angst to Oh Fuck”)
“ALEXANDER HAMILTON, IF YOU’RE THE REASON EVERYONE IS LATE I’M GONNA CARVE YOU LIKE A PUMPKIN!”
You screamed up to Alexander from the bottom of the stairs. It was Halloween night and to celebrate, you were all headed to the biggest party of the season, which Thomas Jefferson threw every year. The only reason everyone in the house was able to snag an invite was because Angelica talked him up and got everyone to go due to ‘’services rendered’’
Everyone was standing by the door in their costumes, tired of waiting and eager to get to the party. Lafayette was dressed as Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas) , Hercules was Freddy Fazbear ( Five Nights at Freddy’s) , John was a Ghost Buster (Ghost Busters), Peggy was a Zombie, Angelica was a Vampire, Eliza was Emily ( Corpse Bride) and you were Dorothy (Wizard of Oz).
“I’m coming!” You heard Alexander scream back as he walked down the stairs, revealing his impressive Victor (Corpse Bride) costume. Eliza squealed with happiness and ran over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Why do we have to go to Jefferson’s party?” He spat the name “Why can’t we just trick or treat like we usually do?”
“While you can never be too old to trick or treat,” Angelica said, putting a hand on Alexander’s shoulder “You have no idea what I had to do to get you invited”
“Gross!” John said, shaking his head and opening the front door. “Can we go before Angelica reveals more details of her ‘services?”
“Please.” You said, making a bee-line for the door. The others soon followed, packing into two separate cars. You sat in the driver’s seat, putting in and turning the key. Alexander, Angelica, and Lafayette got in with you, buckling up before you started driving towards your destination
You didn’t know it would be your final destination.
I've been wondering something... Since Frisk is now calling Sans and Papyrus by name, I'm now curious. Since Toriel visits them, I'm now curious as to what Frisk calls her (if they've called her by anything yet): Toriel, Mom, or maybe just Tori? Is she okay regardless of what she's called? ((Also I'm sorry that my question is so long! ><;; ))
Alhamdulillah I usually always have some of the more friendly encounters with the rednecks in this area. I was at a red light and this dude in an old truck pulls up next to me, redneck as hell. He looked at me and said something and I didn’t hear because of my music so I slowed it down and lowkey got ready for an argument because of all of what’s going on and the area is a bit racist and I did have a Quran hanging on a decor in my car, so I was kind of expecting anything and stayed cautious. But he just asked it he could go in the turn lane when it turns green lol I was like sure yo then he complimented my Mustang and we talked about the engine and all that good jazz until the light turned green.
You bit down on your bottom lip, smiling as you thought of Cas outside some motel room, phone to his ear just for you.
“Like you do,” you confirmed. “Seven pm on the dot. You’re getting pretty consistent.”
He looked at his watch just as the hour turned. He was in a different time zone but he always kept his watch to yours; it made him feel closer to you.
“And how are things there?” he asked.
“Same as yesterday. Quiet.”
“Did you have a nice day?”
“Nicer now,” you grinned, and heard the quiet breath of his laughter. You closed your eyes and smiled, counting yourself lucky. Not everyone’s guardian angel called them every night to ask how their day was.