busting guns

what would happen if the government found out about demigods and thought they were a threat

The signs as iconic Jay Park lyrics pt.2

Aries: When you’re on a date with another dude I hope you get the shits. After you’re done I hope you run out of toilet paper.

Taurus: Bitch you finna have a cow, imma have the herd bitch.

Gemini: Yeah I’ll go refrigerator on yah, half my face missing I’ll go terminator on yah.

Cancer: You’re embedded in my head so get embedded in my bed.

Leo: I don’t need a gun to bust, I’ll bust on a mic, bust on ya chick if she like all through the night.

Virgo: Wanna grab you by your booty, girl let’s shoot a movie.

Libra: Stop you at the airport security, bomb pussy bomb pussy.

Scorpio: Jacob from Twilight cause I go and be on beast mode, eatin mother fuckahs because I be on feast mode.

Sagittarius: I’m ripping it, killing it, thinking of iller shit, rapping, you feeling it good like a clitoris.

Capricorn: Always coughing up these raps so you know I keep it ill, you can call me George Foreman ‘cause I’m all up in your grill.

Aquarius: Y'all in lyrical danger spittin’ heavy when i’m on the mic, electrifying like Benjamin Franklin with a kite.

Pisces: Before I go put it in I’ll go underwater girl just like a fish, and the way I stay down there you gon’ think I’m Aquaman.

Dance With The Devil
Immortal Technique
Dance With The Devil

warning: this song is pretty graphic

to fully understand the story of the song

read the lyrics below while you listen

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
Her son’s heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit-and-run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He built a reputation ‘cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn’t hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don’t project my insecurities on other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
fulfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut-throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well-guarded
And they wanted to test him before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
“This is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw.”
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming, “Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!”
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, 'til he broken her jaw
Them dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
Her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren’t concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness for what she’d gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

I’m falling and I can’t turn back
I’m falling and I can’t turn back

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, 'cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contemplate
His corruption had successfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, 'cause god wasn’t there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen 'cause the story that I’m telling is true
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact, I’m sure he’s standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted
You have a self-destructive destiny when you’re inflicted
And you’ll be one of god’s children that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because a dance with the devil might last you forever


’Cause these words are knives and often leave scars…” ~This Is Gospel, Panic! At the Disco


Decided to try some multimedia but my glue stick ran out and I had to use glitter glue. rip. 

For New Witches: A Guide to Starting Out

We get a lot of asks from brand new witches requesting resources or guidance on ‘where to start,’ and finally decided to write a single post that condenses our ideas and advice in one convenient place. This isn’t the be all/ end all of witchy resources, but it’s a place to start!

First off, the big question:

Who Can Be A Witch?

We run into this one a lot. And the absolute final answer from both Mme Hearth Witch and EstFortis is that as far as we are concerned… 


A witch is a witch regardless of gender, ethnicity, ability, sexual orientation or any other limit that people try and place on the craft. It is a practice, witchCRAFT, and not a religion. Therefore it should not be gatekept like many religions can be.

That said, many folks include spirituality and religion as a part of their path. It’s important to note that certain traditions and cultures within the umbrella of witchcraft will have guidelines and it is important to be respectful of that. 

But it is not required, and many witches are firmly in the atheist or agnostic categories.

You are also 100% allowed to just decide you are a witch. As said, witchcraft is not a religion, so unlike initiatory traditions (Wicca and Druidism come to mind) you want to be a witch, be a witch!

There are no special powers, no birthright, no requirement of a family lineage.

Alright, so now that we have that sorted out… Our advice.

1. Read it all. The good, the bad, and the wtf?!

Reading only things you’re inclined to agree with means you often aren’t reading with a discerning mind. You trust the author/source and you take it all in like a sponge. Now, there’s a time and a place for that kind of teaching, but there is always space for discernment,

Which brings us to the bad and the wtf. Keeping your reading options open means you’re going to expose yourself to many different ways of thinking. I can think of no greater approach to a witchcraft practice than this. You’ll learn what sort of things don’t resonate with you, and how to pick gems out of otherwise second-rate material. And all the while, you’ll be defining exactly what it means to you to be a witch.

2. Learn to cleanse

We don’t just mean showers, although those are great, and you can totally do magic in the shower. We mean from a magical standpoint. 

Ever walk into a room and just feel your mood/emotions take a nose dive? Like, the tension, stress and gloom is almost physically palpable? On the flip side, have you ever entered a space and immediately felt relaxed? These two situations demonstrate some of the most mundane magic we can imagine. While the latter is desirable, and the goal of hearth witches like MmeHW and EstFortis (and other kinds of witches too, but your witch mums are big fans of hearthcraft, lol), the first is a something we want to deal with.

Even if the energy levels haven’t reached peak doom and gloom we can still address it. And it’s preferable to deal with it early and often, instead of letting it build anyway!

There are a few different ways to go about this, but we’ll cover a few. This is by no means an exhaustive list, and part of being a witch is to figure out what works for you :)

Physical Cleaning

It’s basically impossible to magically clean a space that is physically dirty and cluttered. While magical cleaning can help clear some negative energy and give us a push to tidy up, a “proper” cleansing requires a space free from cobwebs and clutter.

Smoke Cleansing or Recaning

You may come across this practice under the term smudging however smudging is term from a closed practice belonging only to Native American people. When studying and practicing, be wary of cultural appropriation, and when it doubt, do your research.

Smoke cleansing is often done using sage, however there’s no need to limit yourself. Some alternatives are:

  • palo santo
  • cedar
  • basil
  • lavender
  • thyme
  • rosemary


Rattles can be great when the energy of an area is making you feel antsy. Or if the energy feels very stuck. A lot can be used as a rattle: some popcorn seeds, beans, etc in a glass jar makes a simple one. Or you can get more elaborate and make something special. Bells also work in much the same way as rattles! 

If you want one example of how exactly to cleanse an area, EstFortis’ method is outlined here

3. Learn to shield/protect

Again, this is an area where there are so many different ways to go about it. But here is Mme Hearth’s favorite technique:

Starting at your core, visualize energy coming from the earth and wrapping around you.

Move your hand up your body, as if you were zipping yourself up. That energy still flowing around you, sealing yourself off from “outside”. Continue until the energy has moved over your head. I shake my hand a bit, to release the extra energy, and proceed with my day, wrapped in my little snug cocoon of energy.

4. Cultivate a daily practice

Witchcraft doesn’t exist solely in the big elaborate rituals, or a life which resembles a #witchaesthetic post on instragram. Indeed, it rarely looks like that. There’s a time and a place to bust out the big guns, but both of us here at Witch Mums have found that a daily, meaningful practice that incorporates witchcraft into our daily lives rather than being “other” has been the best way to establish a long term practice. A fancy grimoire and altar are all well and good, but not if they never get used because it takes too much effort.

Little things like the daily shower magic mentioned above, or decorating the house seasonally and making an effort to eat seasonal/local food can do a lot to help a person feel more “witchy”. 

Take a moment in the morning to set an intention for the day. Reflect on the energy of the day before you sleep. Make note of the phases of the moon and align to do lists and tasks to match the energy of the lunar cycle.

5. Question everything

Even this post. Skepticism is the corner stone of any solid practice. Before you include something in your practice, give it a think. Spend time considering WHY you want to include it, and what it means to you. Don’t just add things because you read about it and they sound cool. While this is easy to do, especially in the early, excitable days, it’s not a great way to develop a meaningful practice in the long run.

And it’s worth mentioning here again, be wary of cultural appropriation. Just because you read about a practice somewhere, or see it… doesn’t mean it’s right for you to adapt that practice into your beliefs. There’s being an eclectic witch, and then there’s being part of the oppression of poc around the globe. Be the first, not the second.

We hope this helps. We’re always willing to answer specific questions of course, or go deeper into any aspect of this. But as a general “Where do I start learning to be a witch?” this covers most of it.

The second one I did was Noriko Takaya, from Gunbuster! She is busting the baddest gun of them all: Megatron.

I didn’t opt for the 80′s anime style because I was curious how well her design could adapt to a more modern look. I think I ought to have studied the source material a little closer and captured her more identifying features.

Women vs Men

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel

Word Count: 1,804

Warnings: this is fluffy comedy goodness

Request by @carriemichelle2012: Can you do a story where Sam and Dean and Cas all have a spell cast on them that turns them into women?

Summary: Dean and Sam are turned into women and you are loving every moment of it. You try and mess with them but you don’t know of the older Winchester’s feelings for you. 

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long to be out. If you want to be a Bean or a Queen, pop me an ask!

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Originally posted by slytherin-hunter


You jumped awake, getting out of your bed, grabbing your gun before checking that it was loaded. You didn’t care who it was or what was going on but you needed to protect yourself. You rushed out in the hallway, the scream coming from Sam’s room. You rushed down the hall and to his room, busting in with your gun only to lower it.

You gasped and put your hand over your mouth at what you saw. Sam was staring into the mirror on his wall, turning to you in horror. Well, it was Sam, you knew it was Sam because this was his room and he walked into it last night but that’s not who was standing in front of you.

Another scream erupted from Dean’s room two hallways over and you sighed, leaving Sam’s room to rush over to Dean’s room. You busted in to find the same thing that happened to Sam, happened to Dean.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Dean yelled out, pushing past you to go to the bathroom. Sam jogged next to you and despite what happened to them, he was still tall. It was normal for women to be tall but this was Sam so of course he would be abnormal.

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Thank you for being here. Today was a rough one.

You’ve been there for me before.

apanoplyofsong  asked:

Bonus quick prompt for whenever you want something to fill: "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Bellamy hums, raising his champagne glass to his lips to disguise the murmur into his earpiece. “It’s no worse than Marrakech. Or Bosnia. Besides, you never think my ideas are good.”

Clarke huffs on her end and he smirks. She’s been his handler for a little over eight months now and he knows by now that critiquing his ops is how she shows she cares about him. 

Their first missions together had been battles, Clarke sticking too close to the rule book and Bellamy pushing back with experience and recklessness. He’d thought she was a princess of a desk jockey who was going to cramp his style and she’d thought he’d been undercover too long to keep his morals straight and it had been… rough, to say the least. But over time she figured out that his heart was in the right place, and he figured out that it actually helped him to have someone there to work out a smarter plan when he wanted nothing more than to bust in, guns blazing. He trusts her like he doesn’t trust anyone else, because she earned it, and he thinks it makes them a good team.

He thinks it would make them a lot of good things together, but that’s a separate issue he’s dealing with.

“Some of your ideas aren’t awful,” she grumbles. “That yacht that one time was fun.”

“I thought you hated that one because you had to be in the field.”

“I hated the bikini,” she grumbles. “Nowhere to hide my gun. But we were on a boat in the middle of the Mediterranean. It’s not my least favorite place we’ve ever been. Leagues better than this stupid gala.”

Bellamy spies his mark across the room and zeroes in his gaze, distractedly murmuring, “I liked the bikini. Wallace, nine o’clock.”

“I’ve got eyes on him,” she says after a moment. “You remember your cover?”

“Are you forgetting how much you quizzed me last night? I remember Lovejoy’s name better than my own at this point. Besides, I’m pretending to fence a Van Gogh, not make an arms deal. I’ve got this, Clarke.”

“Be careful.”

“Always am.”

This elicits a noise somewhere between frustration and concern from her but she doesn’t say anything else as he makes his way over to the leader of one of the world’s most notorious crime rings. Of course, Clarke is right and the plan does fall apart under pressure, but really, how was Bellamy supposed to anticipate that Wallace would have planted a bomb? She calls into HQ and they get Raven to talk him through disarming it, but in the end there’s not enough time. All he can do is evacuate the building and make a run for it.

When he finally makes it outside, soot and sweat mixing on his skin, he’s barely staggered down two of the wide steps before he’s got his arms full of Clarke. She clings to him and after a beat, he wraps himself around her just as tight. 

“You’re okay,” she’s repeating over and over again. Her body shudders, her tears wet on his neck, and he clutches her closer. 

“I am. I’m okay, Clarke.”

“Damn it, Bellamy.” She shoves him back, wiping furiously at her eyes. “This was so much worse than Marrakech. You are not allowed to die on me, okay?”

Her voice breaks and it breaks something in him too.

“I’ll do my best.” He pulls her back in with an arm loose around her shoulders and she lets him, closing her eyes when he kisses her forehead. “Wallace?”

“The away team got him a few blocks over.”

“I assume they’re waiting for us to debrief.”

“Probably.” She inhales shakily, linking her hands behind his back. “I just need another minute.”

“Take all the time you need,” he says, rubbing circles on her back that are as soothing to him as they are to her. They stand like that for a couple of minutes, a moment of calm amidst the chaos and sirens and panic all around them, and then she straightens and lets out a breath, offering him a small smile.

“Ready?” He asks, unable to stop himself from wiping a streak of his soot off her face with his thumb.

“Ready.” They fall into step as they head toward the surveillance van and after a beat of consideration he takes her hand. She laces her fingers between his without comment. He walks her to the driver’s side and she lingers by the door.

“You did good tonight,” she says. “Even if you took ten years off my life.”

He swallows and opens the door for her, giving her a hand up even though she doesn’t need one. “Thanks.”

Clarke smiles at him, and it feels both more promising and more dangerous than any other lead he’s ever faced. He’s so screwed. 

“And Bellamy?” She says, stopping him before he shuts the door. “I like the tux.”

Wild Things

Originally posted by charliehunnnamm

Originally posted by blacktabs

Originally posted by rubandscrub

A/N: here is the first chapter of my series called Wild Things. Leah Morrow is the princess of Samcro. Clay & Jax are very protective of 17 yr old Leah, things go downhill when she starts dating a very dangerous boy. First chapter is short but GIVE FEEDBACK PLEASE! 😍

It was the dead of night when I heard small tapping on my window. I wipe away the tiredness as I slipped my glasses on. I looked out my window to see my sweet boyfriend Mason throwing pebbles at my window. I quickly text him and tell him he’s asking to die by coming here. He jumped onto the tree and made his way inside my room. He instantly takes my head in his hands and kisses me.
“Babe..if my dad OR my brother find you in here, we’re both dead!” I whisper to him, he just rolled his eyes and pulled you on to his lap.
“Come On Baby, I’m not scared of them.” Mason says with a shrug, he has no idea how crazy my family was. Mason hand traveled up my thigh as I leaned in to kiss him. The kiss turned into more, and before I knew it was on top of him. As I peel off my tank top, my bedroom door opened.
“Who the fuck is that?!” My big brother Jax says as he pulls his gun on him. You slid your shirt on and ran in front of Jax. Mason stood up, shirtless, he couldn’t but roll his eyes.
“Jesus Christ Jax! He’s a friend! Go!” I yell at Jax who didn’t bear to nudge, he pulled out his cell phone. “Mason go” I tell him as he goes to leave my window, Jax pulls him.
“Don’t come near her again punk” Jax threatens him, causing Mason to laugh. I sighed loudly as I sat on my bed and sparked a cigarette.
“Do you really have to ruin everything for me?!” I complain, Jax sat next to you and took the cigarette.
“You’re smoking now too? You’re 17 come on Leah.” Jax mumbles out to me, I rolled my eyes and opened my bedroom door. “You can leave Jackson. Thanks for ruining my night.” I spit out, Jax hung his head low as he left.
I put my headphones on to try to drown my night out. I understand Jax is my brother but fuck he is ruining so much for me. I close my eyes and start to get lost in my music.
“Leah Morrow! What the fuck were you thinking by having a boy here?!” My father yells as he enters my bedroom. Throwing my headphones to the side, I look my father dead in the eyes.
“You And Jackson both! Stop ruining my life!” I scream out, crossing my arms tightly.

“No boys allowed here. You’re 17 damn years old Leah.” My dad spat out before leaving the bedroom. I lock my bedroom door and dial the number of the one person who would understand.
“Hey Leah everything alright?” I heard my friend Juice answer the phone. “Not really Juice. Got into a fight with both dad and Jax. I don’t know what to do anymore.” I admit to him with a big sigh.
“Did they find out about Mason?” Juice questions you, ever since Juice became a prospect, you guys had a brother/sister type friendship, he knew everything about you.
“Well, Mason popped up at my house out of the blue, we were making out and Jax busted in with a gun. He ends up calling my dad. They keep ruining everything for me.” I sighed pretty big as Juice did as well.
“Aw shit. You know they do that because you’re the baby and they love you” Juice begins to say before I cut him off. “Yeah but they’ve ruined half my high school experience” I say as tears started falling down my face.
“I know Leah, its bullshit. Let me call you right back, Jax and Clay got here.” Juice tells me before hanging up. Anger filled my body, I grabbed a bag and started stuffing clothes into it.
I slid out of my window and started running towards the street, Mason told me to meet him at his apartment. The walk was about 30 minutes but I decided to go the longer way, soon enough mom will figure out I’m gone.
The familiar sound of your ringtone started playing over and over. Pulling your phone out you had 5 missed calls from mom, 10 from Dad and 16 from Jax. I roll my eyes and send Jax a text saying I’m okay but I’m not coming home.
Walking up the apartment stairs I see mason leaning against his door, a cigarette in hand, a bottle in the other. I smiled to myself, knowing tonight will be a good one. I walked out and gave Mason a long kiss before taking his cigarette. My phone went off again, you notice it was Juice.
“Hello?” I answer, a sigh of relief came across Juice.
“Where the hell are you? Clay and Jax are going insane Leah” juice admits, I took a big swig of the bottle, Mason head in your neck, leaving kissing.
“Tell then I’m fine! I gotta go bye juicy!” I excitingly say, hanging up before he could answer. I take Masons hand and led him into the apartment.