and they are both clean

Room Cleansing Spray

I created this spray because cleansing a space can sometimes be difficult for a witch with low spoons.

I used: a spray bottle, sea salt, a few drops of a relaxing/clean smelling essential oil, and water charged by both moonlight and sunlight (Brigid is associated with both the moon and the sun; this can be changed to fit your practice)

First time I met Brendon, he was in a dressing room, and he was throwing a tray full of fruit into a shower. And I kind of stood there staring  at him for a minute, I was like, what is this little kid doing right now- he was so, so just like, intent on throwing all the fruit in the shower and smashing it. So I just asked him, I was like, ‘What are you doing right now?’ And he’s like, 'Well I wanted to throw the fruit somewhere, but I didn’t wanna make it a mess for whoever has to clean it up.’ So he was both being punk rock and very respectful, all at the same time.
—  Zack Hall, on his first time meeting Brendon Urie

stut--ter  asked:

Thomas, I have to thank you, hug you, and love you. On a car trip with my 10-year old, I said, "I think you will love this" and had him play your recent motivation video. My ten year old and I were in a car, laughing and talking about your personalities. He wanted to watch more and did, me smiling the whole time because a) I think you're hilarious and so does he and, b) you are someone I can share with my son because you're both hilarious AND clean. YAY. Thank you SO much!!! Also: I HEART JOAN.

Ahhhh!!! I literally JUST answered a question about this!! See, this is what I LOVE to hear!!!! Oh my goodness, thank you for sharing this, cause this warms my heart!! I hope you both continue to enjoy the content!!!

dorm tips!!

since everyone is moving into dorm, i thought i could share from my 3+ years of experience of sharing my living space with someone else:

  • okay you pups always keep some extra batteries and lightbulbs; you don’t want it to be 11pm and have no stores open anymore
  • put things on your walls, it’ll automatically make you feel more at home
  • change the locks on your drawers
  • always, always check with your roomate(s) if it’s okay to bring people over; even if it happens spontainously, sending a text when you’re on your way means the world
  • don’t ever, ever let cooked food out for longer than an hour; it just gets super gross and no one wants to deal with that
  • make sure to discuss with your roommate(s) the details regarding the quality of both of your lives: plan a cleaning/washing dishes schedule and stick to it
  • headphones will save your ass ~
  • ask your roommate(s) out from time to time; they’re probably as lost, homesick and new to this as you and it doesn’t hurt to just be… nice
  • have at least 4 cups and extra pillows (throw pillows are OK)!! you never know when you’ll spend lazy afternoons with your friends and you will want to make their stay as comfortable as possible
  • don’t keep your lamp open after 10-11pm. it’s common sense
  • extension cords are the bomb!! have one with you
  • don’t go anywhere without slippers; dorms are dirtier than you might think
  • sharing food is everything, we’re all hungry and broke students
  • don’t bottle things in, you’ll only turn bitter. if something bothers you, talk it out with the person.
  • dry shampoo is a must; it’ll save so much time when you’re in a hurry and don’t want your hair to look gross
  • keep in touch with the people you left behind; skype sessions with people you didn’t even realize you’ve missed are healing the soul
  • air freshener might seem like an unneded addition, but it’ll help so much in making the room feel more put together; especially if all you’ve done in the past days was study. related to that: open your windows
  • have an extra alarm clock! no matter how reliable your phone may be, at some point it will fail you
  • coupons? COUPONS!
  • folding is tricky and the only way to make it better is to practice. or, if you want to save space, you can just roll your clothes
  • it won’t be only about what you want anymore, but more about what you need; weigh carefully if you need another phonecase!!
  • if dorm is too loud, most buildings come with a study space that you can use almost anytime. really, go there
  • your college cafeteria might as well be your cheapest resource when it comes to a proper, warm meal, try to eat some soup at least once/month
  • bedding costs A LOT. okay, there’s nothing shameful in using some old ones, even if it features the most colorful cartoons
  • don’t borrow anything without asking. ever. 
  • everyone seems nice at the beggining; make sure you don’t plan your whole life around the roommate who might turn out to be an asshole

any more tips added are appreciated! send me in any question that you mgiht have or tell me about your dorm experience!!

Sherlock was always upset that he couldn’t have a dog because his dad was allergic.

He comes back after his long, horrible absence and not only has Molly “moved on”, she’s getting a dog with old Meat Dagger McGee.

The internal heartbreak:

TFP is either gonna be the best finale in history or one of the most disappointing

What I’m talking about when I’m talking about Soft Bucky

If Steve’s Mister Leadership, then Bucky’s Mister Nurturing.  He grew up the eldest kid in a busy family and there’s no way he doesn’t know a thing or two about infant care.  Soft Bucky who had always harboured some little aspiration of going to college, but gladly took a job out of school instead because his family was stretched thin enough as it was.  Soft Bucky who dreamed of one day spending the summer in a cabin in the mountains with Steve, where Steve could practice his sketches and Bucky could finally write that novel he knew he had in him; the clean air would do them both good, he reasoned, and you could see so many more stars without the city lights to get in the way.  Soft Bucky who wanted to show all the wonders of the universe to Steve.  Soft Bucky who always had Steve’s back in a fight, and was there to ice down his bruises and bandage his scrapes.  Soft Bucky who was never afraid to give Steve a damn good talking to when he was too stubborn to slow down and put his own needs first.  Soft Bucky who’s always longed for a little family of his own, but never really let himself dream of it because fellas like him didn’t get to dream of nice things like that when he was coming of age and realising that the only person he ever wanted to make a little life with was his best friend Steve.

Soft Bucky who was proud to be posted with the 107th when he was drafted, and was the damn best at what he did because he wasn’t about to let his men down, not because he revels in battle, but because he is loyal and kind.  Soft Bucky who’s first question when Steve burst in to save him (because of course, if anyone was going to be there exactly when he needed someone, it was going to be Steve), suddenly so strong and tall, was not how it happened or what amazing things he could now do, but whether it hurt.  Soft Bucky, who quietly deferred when he saw that he was not the only one who looked at Steve and saw that he was made of the most beautiful stardust in all the universe, whose love would become a ghost story, a tale told in a whisper, an almost, and a can’t-be, because that was all a fella like him could hope for in those days, but Steve was happy, and he would be grateful for that.

Soft Bucky who fought and fought and raged before he would let himself become submerged, until there was nothing and no-one left to live for, who watched some blank and ersatz version of a person using his body, over and over, for things he could never unsee, clawing at the walls of his mind, until Steve and his stupid stubborn fists punched through with a few little words and set him free, and in his shame and confusion, for fear of the hurt he had done, he ran.

Soft Bucky who spent two years keeping his head down, drifting from country to country while he pieced together his history, following a labyrinthine treasure map until he found himself.  Soft Bucky who could have spent those two years, and all the intelligence he had in him, hunting down all the people who had hurt him and picking them off just as easily as he could shoot a row of cans off of fence posts with a sniper rifle, but who chose not to take revenge.  Soft Bucky, whose revenge is just to live, and be kind.

I’m talking about Soft Bucky who at first was afraid to tell Steve how much he remembered to protect him, who was so torn between regret that he had caused Steve so much trouble, and gratitude that, at long last, he is back where he belongs.

Soft Bucky who’s going to be in therapy for years, who still wakes up in a cold sweat, haunted; soft Bucky who bristles at the idea of taking orders, of being controlled, who mentally maps out all the potential exits every time he enters a room for the first time, but slowly lets himself feel safe.  Soft Bucky who has friends he loves who love him too.  Soft Bucky who finds purpose in using his hands to create rather than to destroy: kneading flour and water together into soft dough to bake bread, feeling the comforting scrape of pen against paper as he scribbles down old memories and new stories in his many notebooks - and later, using wood reclaimed from old barns to build beautiful nursery furniture as they await the arrival of the new member of their family.

Soft Bucky who still upbraids Steve in no uncertain terms if he catches him going out without a scarf in winter, who loves his family and friends more than words can say, who likes going to the farmer’s market on Saturdays and brunch on Sundays.

Soft Bucky who lives with gratitude and love, who finally gets to live the things he never let himself dream of, because somehow, he and Steve woke into a world where fellas like him can, so they do.

That’s what I’m talking about.

  • Martha: JD? What's wrong?
  • JD: The world is bleak and meaningless. Future generations will have to clean up our horrendous messes both politically and environmentally. Relations with other countries have become tenuous at best and collapsed at worst. We will more than likely never make it off this planet before our hubris and mistreatment of our home come back to ruin our civilization, making mankind a pockmark on the corpse of a once vibrant and bountiful-
  • Martha: Ok, let me stop you there. I meant right now. At this moment.
  • JD: So did I.
  • Veronica: I told you never to ask him generalized questions.
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#a lover’s spat #or two hamsters bickering

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Yurio:</b> Yuuri? What's wrong?<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> The world is bleak and meaningless. Future generations will have to clean up our horrendous messes both politically and environmentally. Relations with other countries have become tenuous at best and collapsed at worst. We will more than likely never make it off this planet before our hubris and mistreatment of our home come back to ruin our civilization, making mankind a pockmark on the corpse of a once vibrant and bountiful-<p/><b>Yurio:</b> Ok, let me stop you there. I meant right now. At this moment.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> So did I.<p/><b>Viktor:</b> I told you never to ask him generalized questions.<p/></p><p/></p>