beads in a bottle

💧 Mermaid’s Tears 💧

a spell to create mermaid’s tears substitute, which can be used to grant small wishes, heal, or even reveal hidden truths.

💧 gather: sea salt, stormwater, seaweed, sea glass bottle, blue and green glitter, white beads or faux pearls. (only use real ones if you want)

💧 fill the sea-glass bottle with stormwater and dissolve the sea salt in it.  

💧 mix in the green and blue glitter, shake thoroughly. 

💧 wrap the outside of the bottle with seaweed. 

💧 put beads/faux pearls inside bottle. seal bottle shut. 

💧 take beads out one at a time for individual uses, whether they are wishes, healing, or revealing the truth. 

💧 when done with each bead, crush or break in half.

You Didn’t Deny It (M)

Originally posted by k-pop-crazy

Word Count: 9.1k (yeah I got carried away)

“But you want Jongin to fuck you.”
Running a hand through your hair, you glare at him.
“Are we really having this conversation right now?”
“You didn’t deny it.” 

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Steam, part 1

A/N:  Thanks as always to my brilliant betas:  @little-black-dress-24, @emulateharry and @niallandharrymakemestrong!  Couldn’t do this without their ongoing support and encouragement.  

“Excuse me,” you mutter, as you push aside the young men and women to get to the gym entrance.   Shouldering the next person gently aside as you approach the gym door, you hear an “Oi!” in return as he moves his gym bag, but you don’t stop to acknowledge the voice.  He notices you, the way you move, and the way you casually ignore the situation.  “Excuse me,” you respond wearily.  

Harry pauses in signing autographs to check you out.  Today, you saw a string of patients, and your shoulders are weighed down by their troubled souls.  Your grey pencil skirt, black knit shirt, and high heeled black ankle boots mask the heaviness of your spirit as you stride with purpose.  He can’t help but observe the sway of your ass in that skirt as your heels make it wiggle from side to side, although it’s mostly your exhaustion and the fact that your feet hurt that moves your hips rather than any desire to be seductive.  His mouth and throat dry as he watches you reach for the gym door handle, shifting your bag higher on your left shoulder, pulling open the door with your right hand.  Inside his jeans, he feels his cock twitch; the woman standing in front of him prods him with a salty “Sign it to Char, please,” as she flashes him a look at her cleavage in the push-up bra and low-cut shirt, drawing his attention back to the crowd around him.  Why he bothered to start signing shit tonight escapes him at the moment.  Now he’ll never get his full workout in.  Taking a deep breath, he tells the group, “I’ll sign five more, and that’s it.”  Over the years he’s learned to set boundaries.

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anonymous asked:

If i remember correctly, a couple of months back somebody asked you about bruce and jason; if they'd ever have a normal, deep conversation addressing their problems. How it'd go? I mean... do they maybe find themselves at a bar after some very peculiar set of events? We're never gonna get a truthful conversation with those two so i'm relying heavily on you to satisfy my curiosity. You're free to make me ache all over from the pain since you can do that well. :D

“If you wanted to watch the game with me, you could’ve just invited me to the manor,” Jason says as he opens the door to the bar. Better food, less drama, and more comfortable seats make Gotham Knights on the 200" batscreen more real and enjoyable than actually being at the stadium. There’s something to be said about the occasional bat flying past your head, but you get used to it. The alternative is some greasy guy’s saliva sprayed all over your hair while he’s screaming to some player to stop dragging his feet.

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Home: Part Two

Request: Can I request one where the avengers raid a hydra base and find an 18 yr old girl covered in blood and dirt? She refuses to talk but goes with them without a fight. Nat cleans her up and cuts her hair and recognizes her as Clints daughter that vanished years ago. When Clint gets to the room the girl breaks down and runs to him immediately remembering her dad.

Plus: Hi! So I really love protected and I thought maybe you could write something were Bucky is new to the tower and still only talks to Steve until he meets the reader who also had a shitty past … they fall in love and heal each other or something … just an idea.

Pairings: Clint x daughter!reader, eventual Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,643

Warnings: anxiety attack, mentions of verbal and physical abuse/violence/rape (in a short flashback with no actual graphic descriptions), a little bit of fluff ig

A/N: OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON. So I meant to upload this on Thursday but I was away for the last couple of days looking at a University. I thought I’d have wifi and be able to upload but the youth hostel wifi was awful and I couldn’t even open a page ://// So after a long wait, here’s the next part of Home – this will be a series now by the way guys :)

P.S. there will be more Clint x daughter!reader interaction in other parts, I know this is very Bucky-centric

 (Part One) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five)

You were home.

Home, however, had changed a lot. In the years you had been away, much had happened to your dad. His team, The Avengers, had been formed, broken and then reformed during your captivity and even now there were still subtle pointers to the fracture. After you had asked him to just talk to you about his life for a bit, the details of the team’s temporary split had been one of the (many) things your dad had rambled about in your first few days at the tower.

Morning, kid.

You gave your dad a small smile, shuffling over to the kettle. You had been at the tower for a week now. Things were … interesting, to say the least. You still found it difficult to be around your dad’s team when they were all together. They were loud and you hadn’t been around loud for a long time, at least not loud that wasn’t shouting orders. They did try to accommodate you, speaking softly when they saw you, but in a large group they soon fell into their normal ways. You didn’t mind though; you liked to watch from afar, it was nice to see people so openly happy together.

You still couldn’t speak. Each time you tried it felt as though a hand was closing around your throat. Each time the memories came full force.

‘Shut your mouth, girl.’

‘Say something pretty, girlie.’

‘Scream and it’ll hurt more.’

‘Tell me you want it, pretty girl.’

You swallowed thickly. Your appetite had abandoned you now, and so you found yourself wandering back out of the kitchen with empty hands and an apologetic smile for your dad.

He tried to ask what was wrong but you shook your head, Need to shower. Not hungry.

He looked like he wanted to protest but you knew he was scared of pushing you too hard. You meandered past the commons, where most of the team was already hanging out. You pulled your sleeves down a little to cover your hands as you walked, pulling yourself in, in, in.

The minutes passed in a daze and you soon ended up in an unfamiliar part of the tower. Surprisingly, you weren’t scared. Instead a vague curiosity floated through your mind and so you wandered some more. The sound of grunting and panting drew you from your thoughts and you froze.

Your stomach flipped, like that feeling when you miss a step on the stairs or you go over a hill too fast in a car. You swallowed again.

In and out.

In and out.

The breaths came faster than you’d like, speeding up despite your attempts to slow them down and already the air around you felt thin. Shaky fists clenched at your sides and then came back up, tucking into your arms, in, in, in. Your eyes flickered around, restless, and your heart stuttered like an old car engine before pushing into overdrive, hammering against your chest.

The images flooded your mind, fast and unforgiving.

“Mommy!” the little girl’s voice was frantic as she was manhandled into compliance. She was young and unable to understand what was happening, but she knew to be scared. She was always scared.

“No, please, please, don’t take her. Just me, only me, please!” The woman’s pleading was desperate, sobs pushing their way through her words as she fought to get to her daughter.

But then suddenly the door clanged shut and the little girl was left alone. She didn’t cry. The shock still had a hold of her mind, leaving her motionless, eyes turned towards the door. The cell was small, barely big enough for one person, but the little girl and the woman had always shared it, curled in the corner of the room, whispering empty comforts.

Then the sounds had started, hardly there at first – muffled grunts and panting, the heavy tones of a man snarling commands and in the background, soft whimpers.

The woman had returned a few hours later, bruises adorning her skin and a slight limp in her step. But when she saw the little girl, alone and unharmed, a small, satisfied smile graced her lips. Only her.

The scene wasn’t a memory, it couldn’t be. The girl in that memory was too young, barely three years old and you had only been taken when you were fourteen. And the cell had been different to the one you were kept in. But you didn’t linger on it; your nightmares and memories often overlapped and intermingled, the lines between reality and the imagined blurring and distorting. She looked like you, you thought, but you couldn’t be sure because you didn’t really remember what you looked like as a child. The woman’s face was already fading from your memory, partially blocked from view by broad shoulders and faceless men.

“Y/N?” the voice spoke quietly, close to your face, and you realised he must have been trying to get your attention for a few minutes.

You looked up.

Bucky? You signed the word even though he probably wouldn’t understand, to show him you’d heard.

His hair was pulled back in a low bun at the nape of his neck. In his metal hand was a gym bag with a towel draped over the top and in the other was a water bottle. Small droplets of sweat had beaded around his hairline.

He gave you a tight smile, an echo of worry in his wary eyes, “Are…” he hesitated, “Are you ok?”

You were taken aback by the question. Bucky was the only one of the Avengers who hadn’t made an effort to talk to you. You had understood why though; from your observation of the team and how they interacted, it was clear that Bucky felt uncomfortable around the others. And though they made every effort to include him, and seemed to genuinely want to get him to open up, it was clear that they couldn’t help but feel similarly.

He mainly spoke to Steve, the big man who had scared you at first but was now one of the only ones (apart from your dad and Natasha) that you felt comfortable around. Though you had never spoken to him, you already felt a sort of kinship with him – you were both outsiders, both not-quite-fitting-in with the group.

You nodded, despite the fact that you still felt shaky and nervous.

Bucky frowned, “You looked really scared just then. I came out and at first I thought- well, I thought you were scared of me,” he said slowly.

You glanced at him. It was true that at first the man had scared you. He was big and powerful, just like the men who had hurt you, so it was natural. However, after seeing him around the tower, seeing that he was gentle and quiet, that fear had eventually dissipated.

You shook your head, trying to convey what you meant but it was obvious that he was having trouble deciphering your meaning. You sighed and looked around, but there was no where you could write on and you didn’t have a pen.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head - something you used to do with your dad when you were a kid and he didn’t have his hearing aids in, before you learned to sign fully. You reached out slowly, knowing that sudden movements were not one of Bucky’s favourite things.

He looked at you questioningly, but allowed you to take his arm – the flesh one – and hold it in front of you. You looked up at him and flashed a small smile before looking back down at his arm.

He read out the letters as you traced them on his skin, “N-O-T Y-O-U.” A smile flickered onto his features and he continued reading, “H-E-A-R-D N-O-I-S-E-S,” he frowned in confusion but then recognition crossed his features, “You mean like, punching a bag, grunting, that sort of thing?”

You nodded.

“And that…” he trailed off waiting for you to continue. You struggled with what to write, not wanting him to go to your dad if you said too much. “M-E-M-O-R-I-E-S.”

You could tell that he didn’t fully understand at first but then he seemed to think it through and sudden understanding, then sympathy, then anger, then more sympathy flew across his face in a flurry of emotions. You thought back to what you said, had even that been too much? Too revealing?

“S-H-U-S-H,” he read out. There was a micropause as he realised what you had spelled and he laughed, shocking himself and you. He turned serious again, but at the pleading look on your face, relented, “Ok, it’s your choice and besides, I don’t know anything other than, ‘heard noises, memories’.”

You smiled gratefully.

“Where are you going anyways, doll?” The word slipped out, once again surprising the both of you but you smiled at it. It was sweet.

You shrugged.

“Wandering?” he asked, you nodded again, “Yeah, I do that a lot too. Do you want me to walk you back to the commons?” He asked this hesitantly, like he wasn’t really sure if you would consider that acceptable. You could have found your way back relatively easily, but since he looked so unsure of himself, you accepted and the two of you began walking back in the direction you had come.

He let out a chuckle, “You know, it’s strange being the talkative one for once. Usually Steve is the one trying to get me to talk.” You grinned and shrugged again. From what you had seen so far, Bucky wasn’t a naturally shy or quiet person, just hydra-lysed (yes you did just make a biology-hydra pun in your own head, fourteen year old you was a biology nerd and even now some nerddom remained). You were sure that eventually he would find his way back to being to his old self.

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The Dance- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by temipanarin

Ok so here’s number two for the day! I might be able to get one more up tonight, we’ll see! Anyway! Enjoy guys!

Warning: mentions of alcohol and drinking

Anon Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do an Andre B imagine in which you guys break up for 2 months bc he thought it was the best for the relationship bc u 2 travel a lot and such, but you come back to DC and it was one of the teammates birthday and Brandi Holtby invited you to the party but you guys end up dancing bc everyones got a date and you don’t and end up having a great time and you can take it from here! Thanks you luv! x


              “Come to the party she said. It’ll be fun she said.” You took a sip of your beer and snorted. “Yeah, right.”

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Cause I Never Wanted (Chicago P.D.)

Title: Cause I Never Wanted

Fandom: Chicago P.D.

Rating: T/PG-13

Author’s Note: This is set in the immediate aftermath of 4x17. 

A neatly folded quilt is pressed into his arms, and he tries to offer the blonde woman standing before a grateful smile. Tries to convey his appreciation for her letting him crash here, for her putting out freshly fluffed pillows and neatly ironed sheets on the couch despite the assumptions she’s making about why he’s here. Assumptions that cause her reminder about the bathroom being just down the hall to sound clipped and short thanks to the anger and solidarity she’s failing to suppress.

And, yet, he still tries to convey his appreciation. Tries to repress the thoughts in his head – the dark ones, the kind that sneak up on him when he least expects it – long enough to make the corner of his lips pull upward and mumble words of thanks because he knows his brother probably sprung this on her. Knows he doesn’t deserve Nine Shore making sure he has ironed sheets and enough blankets or offering him a sad smile as she reassures him that she’s sure he and Erin will work it out.

“An apology does wonders,” she offers with her characteristically bright smile. Any other night and he’d have to bite his tongue to keep from telling her to run. To stop pinning her hopes and dreams on a guy like his brother because women who smile as she does, who see the world as glass half full deserve more.

Tonight, though, his tongue sits loosely in his mouth and his hands remain empty of any proverbial stones he might cast. And yet his head still nods slightly even as he casts his gaze downward because he hopes she’s right, hopes that the woman in his life believes in that, too.  

“Thanks, Nina,” his brother pipes up. The words, the interruption forces his gaze from the flowery pattern on the blanket in his hand to the other side of the room where his brother leans lazily against the door jam. Forces him to watch as Nina crosses the room, gratefully takes one of the three open beer bottles in Will’s hands, and leaves the two of them alone in the living room.

“So,” Will draws out as he moves over towards the made-up couch, “Erin figured out who Abby was and kicked you out, huh?”

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Friends [Part 2]; Optional Bias

author’s note: the positive feedback on the previous part was absolutely overwhelming! i’m so glad that you all enjoyed it! feel free to send me any feedback or constructive criticism that you have (especially for the smut, because i know i need to improve)! i hope you all enjoy this part! also i’ve given the wife/fiancee a name, Hana, in case you all are confused to who Hana is.

**warning for shitty smut below the cut.

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“And this is the dress that I like the most,” Hana tells you, scrolling through the many pictures of wedding dresses on her phone. She stops on a gorgeous dress. The dress is long-sleeved, but the sleeves are only lace instead of the smooth satin like the rest of the dress. The back of the dress dips down to the model’s lower back, and your eyes widen at the price written in the bottom corner. 

“It’s beautiful.” You tell her, faking a smile as she nods her head vigorously and continues scrolling through photos of dresses and wedding cakes and every other thing that she had to be excited about. You feel awkward and upset, especially giving her advice to marry the man you’re in love with. 

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Hana rests her wine glass on her knee after finally showing you each of the dresses she had narrowed her choices down to. “Of course,” You nod, smiling brightly at her.

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Captain & Corruptor

Summary: A night out with friends turns from playful to sinful when you decide to have a little more fun with a certain super soldier.  
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Word Count: 2997
Warnings: NSFW, explicit content, language, dirty talk, unprotected sex.
A/N: So I went from writing Steve as a stubborn little shit to pure filth in the matter of a weekend. Alrighty then!! Well, it’s Sinful Sunday and this is a thing that happened!

Originally posted by sheisraging

Sleazy bars were not hard to come by in New York City, and tonight, you and your friends found the perfect one. They might as well have named the damn place Debauchery. Dark, crowded, provocative music blaring through speakers; the air was stifling because of all the bodies grinding on the cramped dance floor. Definitely perfect.

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The Walls Sweat

I think I need to move again.

The doctor called it agoraphobia. I call it a rational reaction after being stalked for two years by an ex boyfriend. The moment he was finally jailed, I picked up everything and got out of there. Mom said I could move in with her, but I didn’t want her to see what I’d become.

The new apartment was across the state, cheap, and had plenty of delivery services. Once I entered that building, I resolved the closest I’d get to leaving it was to get the mail every other day. I worked from home, freelance writing. Unpredictable, at best, but I’d managed to get it to work for me.

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I was thinking about mundane ways to use the Champions abilities, like lowkey magic that can be hidden as decoration. Magical art projects if you will.

  • Revali’s Gale would be good for calling up the wind, and maybe even a storm. So perhaps windchimes? Make one yourself, or buy one and decorate it. Have Vah Medoh’s symbol, a bird charm, or a sigil for ‘vah medoh’ or ‘revali’s gale’ on it. This is easier to do if your chime is made of wood or glass. Let any natural wind or rain cleanse it.
    If you need some wind, channel Revali’s brash confidence, and then chime it. Chime once with a soft whistle for a light breeze, three times with a middling whistle for a strong gust, and chime ten times with a sharp, loud whistle to call up a storm.
  • Mipha’s Grace could be a sensory bottle, filled with light blue water and silver glitter, and little seashells and other ocean things. Tie a little elephant charm around the top with some twine or green thread to represent Vah Ruta, or draw sigils for ‘vah ruta’ or ‘mipha’s grace’ on it.
    When you have extra energy or are in a particularly good mood, charge the bottle with it, and think of Mipha’s kind, calming presence. Shake whenever you need it, letting all the good energy run through you and cleanse it in moonlight, rain or running water. Make it small, and you can carry it with you, or make a big one in a jar and maybe add a waterproof led light for extra calming affects.
  • Daruk’s Protection would be a fun one. Take a small fish bowl and a cork that fits, or any wide mouth glass jar with a cork lid (even better if it’s red!). Make a little poppet or popsicle stick house to represent you or your space. Draw a Vah Rudania’s symbol or a sigil for ‘vah rudania’ or ‘daruk’s protection’ on the house or on paper to stuff the poppet with. You can also draw it on the bottom of your cork. Add a layer of red sand and sea salt to the bottle, and drop in the poppet or house. Put the cork in, and if you want, tie a little lizard charm to the top.
    Envision a shield that deflects harm and toxicity covering you/your space and charge the jar, thinking fondly of Daruk’s courageous and friendly nature. Cleanse in the sun or with healthy plants that have agreed to help you.
  • Urbosa’s Fury would probably be the hardest, but I think another sensory bottle would work. Instead of blue water have it clear, with red, yellow and orange glitter, so it looks like a desert sunset (or, if you’re a desert witch, maybe you can use actual desert sand?). Get some lightning bolt charms, jacks (like the game), and maybe some glass beads and add it to the bottle. Draw Vah Naboris’ symbol or a sigil for ‘vah naboris’ or ‘urbosa’s fury’ on the bottle, or tie a little camel charm around the top.
    Cleanse in the sun, during a thunderstorm, or on top of an electric device like a tv or a charging dock. Shake hard when you’re angry, letting it all out into the bottle to charge it. When you need a quick curse, call up Urbosa’s righteous fury, shake the bottle and release the energy like a bolt of lightning with a snap of the fingers.

anonymous asked:

hi!! i was wondering if you or any of your followers had any ideas for stimtoys that are i could make out of/look like soda bottles and cans? (eg. galaxy/glitter bottles in cola colours, how to seal opened soda cans with stuff that rattles inside, how to seal an old ramune bottle to make galaxy bottles, stufflike that?) [kind of an odd ask but soft drink is one of my special interests and the fact that there aren't squishies shaped like soda cans or ramune bottles is a crime haha]

Anon, I thought this was a tough one. I’d been thinking about can drink tabs made into chain maille and general sensory bottle tutorials as the closest I might get, until I happened across something quite awesome on eBay.

I hope you’re located in the US, because the shipping is expensive otherwise, but check these out:

[image description: six clear plastic slime containers with grey plastic drink-can lids wrapped with knock-off labels mimicking famous drink brands like Fanta (Fanda), Gatorade (Gutorade) and Sunkist along other brands unrecognisable to this Australian. Two light-skinned hands to the left of the slime cans show a clear purple and a clear green slime oozing over the fingertips holding it.]

Drink can slimes: $1.99 USD, sold at random, ships from the US.

I then spent the next half hour leaping up off my bed (at midnight, mind) because I kept having ideas I wanted to add to my draft.

If you wanted to put something inside an empty, clean drink/soda can (I apologise: I’m Aussie and the words “soda can” don’t go together in my lexicon) I fear that you’d have to seal the tops with an epoxy putty or clear resin (depending if you want it to be transparent). I don’t think anything else would hold it shut without peeling or unsticking over time. Maybe a good glue like Liquid Fusion (discussed and linked in this post) as it has been used to cover holes similar to a putty or resin. If you do that, though, I don’t see any reason why you couldn’t make a drink can rattle.

For galaxy, sensory bottles, a plastic or vintage bottle would work just as well as any other bottle. (Although I have no experience with ramune bottles when it comes to getting non-liquid items inside said bottle.) We’ve collected a few tutorials on this now:

Glitter Jar #1 | Jellyfish in a Bottle | Lava Lamp | Nebula and Sand Bottles | Calming Bottle | Glitter Jar #2 |

You can also fill bottles with stimmy items like marbles, buttons, beads, dice, water beads or kinetic sand. I’ve got some examples in the photos on my stimmy room ask.

There’s a link on this post to a tutorial for making maille (you could make earrings, bracelets or just sheets of maille for holding) from drink can tabs. If you want to show off your special interest whilst still being a little subtle or stealth, or just have it as wearable jewellery, this might be a good way to do it.

If you have new or vintage metal bottle caps (the kind that look like mini pie dishes) you might like to try making this DIY clicker toy.

For fidgets, you might want to collect a few drink can shaped puzzle erasers. Easy to pull apart and put back together again, over and over! I bought this set from K-Mart ($2 AUD) which is a knock-off version of this Iwako set ($5.75 USD, an add-on item on Amazon).

I don’t know what your favourite brand is, but if you’re into beading, I found a list of results for Kandi bracelets and fidgets with the Pepsi logo! These look to use peyote stitching, and you can find tutorials for this here.

If you want to buy fidget/stim jewellery, try Etsy. There’s all sorts of things in this search - I used the terms “pop can jewellery”. There’s a whole section of pop tab bracelets, but you might also like things like these very stimmy pop tab earrings ($15.04 AUD, ships worldwide from the US).

It also crossed my mind that one could try making an I Spy Bag shaped like a drink bottle or can, with small bottle and tin miniatures inside for hunting, but this might be more complicated to design, make and source. Dollhouse bottles, for example, might work for this - I’ve actually got a collection of 1/12 and ¼ scale bottles. Sylvanian Families figurines have playsets that come with miniature drink cans and Coke/soda bottles, even, so they do exist.

I hope this gives you some good ideas, anon. I think there’s a few ways here you can enjoy your special interest and stimming all at once! Like always, if there’s something I haven’t mentioned, please comment away!

- Mod K.A.