and a cent to my name

I still have no idea who exactly is trying to write a fic about this due to them being anon so far, so I can’t directly address this to anyone, hello hi..
But the bois need to be addressed as “Sir”, that just occured to me. Mr. whatever doesn’t work with their names, let it be sir. With Fury it’d be “Madam”, ma’m, whatever. I can see her getting a power trip out of it. lol
Unless you already thought of this, and I’m just talking out my ass. Regardless, that’s my two cents on it. 
_

Does anyone have 5 dollars that can go towards being able to eat because I have exactly 20 cents to my name till my computer works again

I have eaten my only packet of ramen this past weekend and haven’t been able to eat since please help my paypal is dj.sugoi.triangles@gmail.com

How to dress store bought candles.

For those of you that don’t make your own candles you can still do something a little special for the store bought ones.

I get my 7 day candles from the 99cent store. Before using them for any spell work you need to make sure that you clean and cleanse them. I like to make a solution of salt, water and lemon essential oil spray it on a cloth and clean the glass and the top of the candle. This part is extremely important. You don’t want some 99 cent store workers energy on the candle not forgetting all the 100′s of people that might have picked it up and put it back :-p 

The candles that I made today are to be used on my altar for Hekate. This candle is pretty basic. If I was doing a spell candle I would write names, actions or something like that on the glass.

Remember, while you are dressing your candle concentrate on your intention for the candle. Thinking about what you’re gonna cook for dinner while making it will tarnish the affect.

What you need

  • Candles
  • Oils (I’m using homemade Hekate oil)
  • Screw or stick (For the holes)
  • Herbs
  • Cotton swab

Step one

Clean your candles and tools

Step Two

Take the screw or stick and pierce holes into the top of the candle. I use a pretty big screw so that I can go all the way down to the bottom of the candle.

Step Three 

Use a dropper to put one drop of oil into the hole. Then use the cotton swab to spread the oil through-out by dipping it in the hole. 

*If you don’t have a dropper you can cover the tip of the cotton swab and coat the inside that way*

*When working with oils, Less is more. The first time I ever used oil on a candle I covered the top with tons of it and it set on fire lol. So be careful!!!*

Step Four

Place small amounts of your chosen herbs over the holes and then use the cotton swab to push them inside. You can add as much of the herbs as you wish, it’s just easier to push down if you do small amounts at a time. I have in the past put small chip crystals down the holes too.

*Some witches add a layer of herbs to the top of the candle. I don’t do that with these ones because I leave them burning for a while and I don’t want the herbs to catch fire while I’m in another room*

Step Five

Once you have finished your candle it’s time to activate it. Some people write a spell or a blessing to say as they light it. Others say their intent for the candle out loud. Find the right way for you.

For this candle I say a little prayer (that I wrote) to Hekate and let her know that these candles are dedicated to her.

Thank you for reading

Brighest Blessings

Rachael-Elizabeth

xx

anonymous asked:

What was your favorite line from sETHER?

the whole thing was a literal religious experience.

But some of the lines I GAGGED @:

“Been through mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back with Drake and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you back with Gucci?
Who next, Puff, Deb or Fendi? You a A-list groupie”

“And to be the Queen of Rap, you gotta actually rap
The whole industry know that your shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can’t have a ghostwriter
And that’s why this is my house, Flo Rida
Niggas done seen Drake penning, Wayne penning
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch ain’t winning
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I’m sorry
You can’t get her online with out Safaree!”

“Mentioning guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz”

“Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro
I might leak the footage of you sniffing them ski slopes
They gassing you up, but you been on E, though
“Pills and Potions,” yep, you been on E, hoe
Got your ghostwriters back, so you think you lit”

“Only the kids believe in you, you St. Nick”

“I’m jealous? Bitch, you was happy when they took me
Best thing that ever happened to you was when they booked me”

“You claimed you never fucked Drake, now that’s where you took me
You fucked the whole Empire, who you trying to be, Cookie?”

“And stop talking numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic
Which means your money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of your budget
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, they finger-fuck it
You make like 35 cents off of each ducat
I own my masters, bitch, independent
So for every sale I do, you gotta do like ten”

“Stop comparing yourself to Jay, you not like him
You a motherfucking worker, not a boss like Rem”

And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped

He couldn’t fuck you for three months because your ass dropped

Now I don’t think y'all understand how bad her ass got

The implants that she had put in her ass popped

I was like, “Damn, 90 days and you couldn’t have box?

Did she at least compensate? Start giving you mad top?

Her name Minaj, right? She ain’t throw you some bad thots?”

He said “Nah,” that’s when I knew you was really a trash bop


“Talking shit about me to a deaf bitch
And usually I have sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard of hearing from untreated gonorrhea”


“I’m the bad girl when she the one out here misleading the black girls?
All these fake asses influenced by that girl
Dying from botched surgeries, what a sad world
But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob”

“"Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki Minaj
You paid for your brother’s wedding? That’s hella foul
How you spending money to support a pedophile?
He a walking dead man, sending threats to him
I guess that’s why they call you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin’ ‘bout your money long and your foreign sick
Why you ain’t help your bro hide his cum from forensics
You probably somewhere overseas, foreign sick”

DEAD.

“Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
We call that Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants”

VH1, watch this
You just got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch

yellowgoingblue  asked:

“i work at a little market/store and u came up to the register with a candy bar but didn’t have enough money to pay for the entire thing. but don’t worry, i got you, fam” au: I saw this and my mind screamed, "ANDREIL".

ok i combined both of these and neither is fully what you asked for but i hope you like it anyway!!!


It’s hot the way only New Jersey gets hot, America’s swampy asshole, thick damp air under an impermeable layer of smog, the sun mocking him from where it hangs between a few grey clouds that indicate but don’t promise an upcoming rain.

Neil’s jog is taking much, much longer than usual thanks to an unbearable amount of traffic. It doesn’t help that he’s had to reroute himself to get some British candy bar from the one Wawa that—without explanation—carries British candy bars.

He gets there eventually, eight miles away from his apartment and so fully dehydrated that he’s questioning how the fuck he’s going to make it back. Wawa is, as always, an oasis: refrigerators line the walls, and within them, blissfully, is cold water. He grabs a bottle and drinks half of it in the aisle before even going on the search for the Mars Bar.

The candy aisle has nothing, just mostly-depleted cardboard boxes of Snickers and Twix. The international section is mainly Latin American and Asian goods, and then, crammed between coconut water and Goya goods, a box of Mars Bars.

Like the boxes in the candy aisle, it’s empty.

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OH MY GOD THIS IS REALLY NOSTALGIC.

HEY EVERYONE who love 19 days and recognize my existence

I change the way I colored this little comic a little bit, especially on the lighting effect. Hope it gives a pleasant feeling while reading it. I drew this on Krita, and the text tool is shitty so I ended up writing the dialog with pen tab :(

I usually included some rant along the fanart I made, and this one is going to be a reaaaaally long rant (okay, maybe not, but still) so I’m putting a tab below to help you skip the rant lol

PS: I hope you’re not scared seeing He Tian’s body *sobs I had hard time configuring the body without references :’(

Keep reading

  • Me: I'm going to get a decent amount of sleep tonight.
  • My brain at 3 am: VERONICA OPEN THE-OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE VERONICA OPEN THE DOOR, VERONICA CAN WE NOT FIGHT ANYMORE PLEASE CAN WE NOT FIGHT ANYMORE!!!HEYO YOU WESTERBURG TELL ME WHATS THATS SOUND HEYO WESTERBURG COMIN' TA PUT YOU IN THE GROUND, HEYO WESTERBURG GIVE A GREAT BIG YELL, WESTERBURG WILL KNOCK YOU OUT AND SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL!! DAD SAYS ACT OUT AGE YOU HEARD THE MAN ITS TIME TO RAGE (BLAST THE BASS TURN OUT THE LIGHT, AINT NOBODY HOME TONIGHT) DRINK SMOKE ITS ALL COOL LETS GET NAKED IN MY POOL!!!! OH LOOK HEATHER'S GOING TO WHINE WHINE WHINE ALL NIGHT, YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE WHY NOT KILL YOURSELF!!!! I LEARNED TO COOK PASTA I LEARNED TO PAY RENT LEARNED THE WORLD DOESN'T OWE YOU A CENT!!! CANT WAIT TIL LATER MY PANTS ARE RUBBING LIKE A HOT CHEESE GRATER-MY BALLS ARE IN YOUR COURT-AND MAKE THESE BALLS NOT BLUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! I NEED IT HARD I'M A DEAD GIRL WALKING.I'M IN YOUR YARD I'M A DEAD GIRL WALKING-I'M HOT AND PISSED AND ON THE PILL-GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR MAKE THIS WHOLE TOWN DISAPPEAR!! MY NAME'S PAULINE I LIVE ALONE MY HUSBAND LEFT MY KIDS ARE GROWN. IN THE 60S LOVE WAS FREE, THAT DID NOT WORK OUT WELL FOR ME, I HAVE STRUGGLED WITH DESPAIR I'VE JOINED A CULT CHOPPED OFF MY HAIR I CHANT I PRAY BUT GOD'S NOT THERE SO STEVE I'M ENDING OUR AFFAIR!!!!!THERE WAS A BIG SWORD FIGHT IN HER MOUTH YES WE'RE CONVINCED IT, WENT DOWN IN HER MOUTH (I HOPE SHE RINSED IT!)!!!!! ARE WE GOING TO HAVE A PROBLEM, YOU GOTTA BONE TO PICK, YOU'VE COME SO FAR WHY NOW ARE YOU PULLING ON MY DICK, I'D NORMALLY SLAP YOUR FACE OFF, AND EVERYONE HERE COULD WATCH, BUT I'M FEELING NICE HERE'S SOME ADVICE LISTEN UP BIOTCH!!!! SAY HI TO GOD [BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM]!!!!!!!!!
  • Me at 7 am: Well shit.
Hey I have like 30 cents to my name rn and I don't get an actual pay check until four weeks from now and I need to be able to feed myself for at least a few day so it'd help me out if you can send some cash my way! My paypal is lucilleinthemorning@gmail.com and my cash me is cash.me/$valentinesdean

I also have a shop, theblackvelvetunderground.tictail.com and I do writing commissions!

I have my cash.me link update (its cash.me/$valentinesdean) so please reblog this version I’m so so sorry for all the confusion

tiny brain: captain flint

softly glowing brain: james mcgraw

larger, cosmic brain: to claim that he is “truly” one or the other is to do the storytelling a disservice. he is not a pair of personas, he is one person, which makes the problem far more complex. we see elements of darkness in the flashbacks and elements of virtue in the main arc, he was never portrayed as entirely one or entirely the other. however, even if we accept the narrative that flint was a separate man born of mcgraw’s tragedy and rage, it follows that flint has his roots deep in mcgraw, and mcgraw always contained the potential for flint. the half-lie told and discomfort felt when using one name and neglecting the other is the point — if there was one thing black sails set out to do thematically, it was to complicate the notion that people, their stories, or their relationships can be easily defined. 

TRULY TRANSCENDENT BRAIN WITH ALL-SEEING EYE: thomas’s husband

Hey guys i hate to do this again but I need a little bit of help!! I only have like 50 cents to my name at the moment because im in between jobs right now and i need some help. I’m also diabetic and I need to pay for my medication. I would really appreciate it if anyone could help me out.

my square cash is : cash.me/$emiddlebrooks

0n0hn0  asked:

Y'all got me fucked up reading this fucking train-wreck you call your "lives". I laughed. I cried. I screeched. I debated with myself over the stupid decisions you've both made. I debated with myself over how I'm debating with myself over a blog with fictional characters with fictional lives. I've stayed up all ungodly hours in the morning having a breakdown over this fucking blog. You keep this shit up. If I had a cent in my name, you'd be one cent richer my friend.

Bless you, homie! You know, if you ever get that cent in your name, ask-spiderpool’s Patreon page is right here. A lot of wholesome goodness to be found there. That goes for all you out there who do have some cents. 

anonymous asked:

If you aren't busy, what about a Kiba and Sakura baby? (Well, if I may add my two cents, how about twins/triplets/whatever? Sort of like a dog litter and Kiba is apart of the Inuzuka's...)

Akamaru cuddles are the best~ Kiba would snap a hundnred photos just of this lol

Kiba deservs all girls tbh lmaooo So Sakura was on bedrest since carrying one baby is hard enough, she had three babies to keep in for as long as she could. Staying in the hospital for that long by yourself is really lonely so Kiba would visit every day for as long as he could to keep his wife company. 

Their names are Mimi (L), Teiru ©, and Kuchi ®.

She’s a genius. She’s a master. She made me a better actor. I think any actor she works with, there’s an elevation in their abilities, upping their game. I felt like I was working with a master, like someone from the Golden Age. Someone superior to my skills as an actor in every way. She’s Meryl reborn. Well actually, she’s Saoirse, that name has the same recognition like Meryl [Streep] for being the best. Because she is the best. So absolutely, certainly, 100 per cent, we are going to work together again. I look forward to it. I don’t know when that will be, that is one busy actor. But I know she wants to bring me to Ireland, I’m fully on board.
—  Ryan Gosling talking about Saoirse Ronan (September 2017)
Pete's Coffee

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: In which a boy orders coffee and a girl makes them.

Part 1: Caffé Mocha

Side Note: This is a story that will have five parts. Fun fact about how I came up with the title is where I live there’s actually a coffee shop called Peet’s Coffee. And then the lovely name was created, so, welcome everyone to Pete’s Coffee.

Friendly PSA: Please do not steal my writing without my permission, or flat out steal it at all. It’s super disrespectful and 100% plagiarism. So, if you’re someone who does steal other peoples’ work, think about what you’re doing before you hit that copy button. Thank you!


Originally posted by butteryplanet

Ring. Ring.

“Hello, welcome to Pete’s Coffee, what can I get you?” You spoke into the phone from behind the counter, the phone pressed between your shoulder and ear as you were currently making another drink for a different customer.

“Erm.. Hi.. Uh.. Can I get a Caffé Mocha please?” The boy through the phone spoke, you nodded to yourself, knowing full on well he couldn’t see you as you wrote down his order on your note pad.

“Alright, would you like a small, medium, or large?” You asked, leaning against the counter as you waited for him to reply, your foot tapping the ground impatiently as you waited for him to respond.

You didn’t have all day for him to figure out what he wanted.

“Oh! -Um, I’ll take a medium, -yeah a medium please.” He rambled on, as you quickly wrote it down.

“Okay and what kind of milk would you like in that sir?” You asked, looking around the small coffee shop to see if anyone else had entered.

“Erm.. What kind do you have?” He asked, making you rest your hand against your forehead.

“We have Non-Fat Milk, 2% Milk, Whole Milk, Soy Milk, and Almond Milk.” You replied, hearing him take a deep breath through the phone, did you overwhelm him or something? It was just milk.

“Uhm.. Okay.. I’ll have Almond Milk,” He answered through the phone, you started writing it down when he quickly spoke again, “-NO! -Wait, can I actually change it to Non-Fat Milk please?” He apologized, making you roll your eyes slightly as you scribbled out Almond Milk on you note pad and replaced it with Non-Fat.

“Yes, that’s fine. Is that all sir?” You asked through the phone, seeing another customer walk in, you motioned one of your coworkers to help them.

“-Actually, can I get the Egg and Cheddar breakfast sandwich please? That will be all thank you.” The boy through the phone replied, as you swiftly wrote down the last of his order.

“Okay that will be thirteen dollars and twenty-seven cents, can I have a name for the order please?” You questioned, grabbing a cup for his drink and a sharpie.

“Yeah! Sure, my name is Peter, Peter Parker.” The boy answered through the phone, as you wrote down his name on the cup.

“Alright, your order should be ready in about five to ten minutes, have a nice day!” You replied as he said a ’thank you!‘ before hanging up the phone, you then went to create the Caffé Mocha, along with the Egg and Cheddar breakfast sandwich.

You then wrapped his sandwich up, placing it on the counter, and put his drink next to it, then went to help the next customer.

A few minutes passed and the door to the shop opened, and in came a boy, out of breath as if he had run all the way here.

“Hi, I’m P-Peter, Peter Parker.” He breathed out, shakily bringing out the money from his pants pocket.

“Yes! Correct me if I’m wrong but, you ordered one Medium Caffé Mocha, Non-Fat Milk, and an Egg and Cheddar breakfast sandwich to go right?” You smiled, as he nodded, handing you the money he owed, which you accepted.

“Thank you, and this belongs to you,” You handed him his drink and sandwich, which he eagerly took, thanking you once again as he started to leave the shop.

“I’ll see you around Caffé Parker!” You shouted, waving him goodbye, making him shyly smile and shout, “My names Peter!” Before leaving the coffee shop, and disappearing down the street.

You didn’t even notice the generous tip he had given you.

I have weathered many turns, my love, and I have darkened many days.


I have splintered many masts, my love, and wasted shots, and torn my name


like ink-soaked paper in my hands.


Through all of this I held fast to you, whatever is left. Kept it hidden in my pocket, behind a mirror, carried it like a seashell


in the palm of my hand – but do not think I would let the sea touch you, darling, I would not dare.


The roar was only my own blood, calling your name in my ear.

—  Ten Years Drowned, Blue.