Happy birthday, dear sunshine TEN! Our eternal beautiful smile, sweet lover, innocent baby, you’ve been blessing our eyes and hearts with your hardworking, spectacular performances and even during hard times your smile never faded! You are the best like always! The one who always helps the others before him, the one who always makes you smile, the one who always makes your heart flutter…once again, happy birthday precious baby!♥♥♥♥♥
🌙 moon witch kit – white and black candles, white and black envelopes, bottle, matches, pentacle, bay leaf and salt vials, ring, quartz, two blue goldstone charms, three selenite sticks, black wooden tray.
☠ Sigil/secret witch kit – lace, chalk, dried rose, acorn, pinecone, pentacle, candles and vial in pocket tin.
🌱 green/cottage witch kit – green antique box, pentacle, green tea light, vials necklace, embroidered pouch, small white candles, acorn, amethyst, arrow charms.
🌊Sea witch kit – two medium shells, three small bottles, one larger. Mermaid charm, two rings and a sun necklace, canvas pouch, two shark teeth, wood pentacle and perfume bottle, blue tealight.
🌹 rose/beauty/love witch kit – pocket spell book, dried roses, bee charm, “true love” ring, small white candles, matches, white lace cloth and antique small box.
These are just what i have so far, any suggestions for things to add to these boxes?
Summary:Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Crowley. Mentioned: Ash, Bobby Singer, Garth Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1,596 Warnings: Language, angst Author’s Note:This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.Miss the beginning?Italics are flashbacks.
It was during a meeting the next day, one that Y/N was sitting in on, that an unexpected visitor dropped by.
He waltzed in without even knocking. “Hello, boys,” he rasped, cigarette-tainted voice gruff cutting through the smoke-filled room like a knife.
John stood tall, anger coursing through him. “Crowley,” he greeted the new arrival with a firm handshake. “We weren’t expecting you.”
The shorter man shrugged and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his black jacket. “Heard what happened to Sam,” he stated simply, eyes scanning the room until they landed on the youngest Winchester. “How you doin’, Moose?”
Sam bristled at the nickname no one had been able to convince Crowley to stop using. “Right as rain,” Sam ground out.
“Glad to hear it,” he lied as he started walking deeper into the room.
“What do you want, Crowley?” John demanded. He was still pissed at his sons for going behind his back, but the fact was that one of Crowley’s men shot his son.
“What?” Crowley feigned offense. “Can’t I drop in on my old friend?”
imagine a pocket-sized you collecting wildflowers in a meadow. once your arms are loaded with flowers, you shuffle through the grass back to yoongi. the pale boy is lying just a few meters away among the blades of grass and dandelions, happy to finally have a chance to soak up the summer sun. you sit by his head and begin tucking flowers into his pretty silver hair until it’s beautifully decorated with lovely pinks, sunny yellows, and soft purples of delicate petals.
yoongi cracks a lazy eye open to peer at you when you giggle and tousle at his hair. he tells you that you need flowers as well, and when you point out that these flowers are too big to fit in your hair, he sits up and smirks. careful not to shake the blossoms out of his own hair, he slowly searches through the flowers surrounding him. when he finally finds one he likes, he bends toward you with a small smile playing on his lips and gently places a sweetly-scented buttercup over your hair. he sits back to admire you for a moment before he chuckles roughly and whispers, “perfect.”