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etsyfindoftheday 1 | 10.16.17

paper flower finds by paperpetalshoppe

paperpetalshoppe’s handmade flowers are crafted out of cardstock and you get to pick ALL your favorites!! a bouquet or a garland, you get to choose!

Some Herbs for Love:
  • Apple Blossom: Add apple blossoms to teas, incense or potpourri when working on love magic.
  • Bleeding Heart: Plant bleeding hearts around your front door to invite love into your home.
  • Lavender: To bring love your way, carry lavender flowers in a sachet on your person, or hang stalks of it in your home.
  • Periwinkle: Include periwinkle flowers when making love magic poppets.
  • Tulip: Wear a tulip close to your body if you know you’ll be around the person you’re in love with, and they’ll be more aware of you.
  • Violet, Daisy & Daffodil: Make a garland to wear in your hair, or carry a bit of violet, daisy or daffodil in your pocket to attract a new lover.
  • Yarrow: Yarrow is associated with Venus and Aphrodite - use it in rituals in which you call upon deities of love for assistance.

daisy-entendu  asked:

Do you have any rabbit themed diys? Thank you!!

Yes, I do! Hope these will help you!

DIY Bunny Clay Bowls

DIY Sock Bunny

DIY Origami Bunny Garland

DIY Pom-Pom Bunnies

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Celebrity Challenge: 25 female celebrities 05/25

Kristin Chenoweth (July 24th, 1968)

“Not everyone is going to like what you do or what you have to offer; however, if you can’t see yourself doing anything else, and you have the drive and ambition, get the training and go for it.”

anonymous asked:

Cute, harmless Naegiri would be nice...

Sayaka Maizono sparked the paper crane project at Hope’s Peak Academy. After an earthquake splintered a nearby city, she suggested the students in the school make paper cranes to raise money for the relief effort. Each crane cost one hundred yen and homeroom teachers split their classes into groups of four with the idea that interclass competition would increase productivity. The prize? Probably a fleeting sense of victory and fingers hatched with papercuts.

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thisbirdhadflown  asked:

Prompt: Hartwin and hating the gift your SO gives you ('tis the season)

Hopefully this isn’t completely awful?



Eggsy bounded down the stairs eagerly. For the first time since he was 6, he was excited about Christmas morning and the gifts Harry had carefully piled beneath their tree. Most of them were for him, he knew, with Daisy at a close second only because Santa had dropped about a dozen gifts off with Michelle the night before.

He smiled at the decorations, at the strings of tinsel and twinkling fairy lights and the paper garland Daisy had made in class and begged Harry to drape around his butterflies. All in all, for the first time in a long time, Eggsy felt like it really was a family holiday.

His mum wouldn’t be by until 9 or 10, once Daisy had woken up and torn into Santa’s gifts, but despite that, he couldn’t wait any longer. He was positive he could open up some of his gifts and re-wrap them with nobody—Harry, he meant—the wiser.

Carefully, with one more glance toward the stairs, Eggsy picked up a small box, brightly wrapped in red with silver ribbons. Using the edge of his fingernail, he carefully pried up the tape on the side, unfolding the precise wrappings to slide out its contents.

A book. Small enough to fit in his pocket.

Good Manners for Nice People Who Sometimes Say F*ck

“What the fuck?” Eggsy breathed, wincing when he realised he was proving the title right.

Without even realising what he was doing, Eggsy had made his way back upstairs and dropped the book on Harry’s head, jerking the man out of slumber. There was a gun pointed at his head before Harry realised who he was and he dropped it, hands splayed to show he wasn’t going to hurt his partner. “Eggsy? It’s … bloody early,” he said. “What’s wrong? Is it Daisy?”

“What the fuck’s this?” Eggsy demanded, waving at the book. “I—I thought we was past that, yeah? You been givin’ me lessons an’ shit; you tired o’ the pleb already?”

Harry blinked. “Of course not. I thought you’d like it.”

“Like bein’ reminded I ain’t posh an’ proper as you?”

“Did you open it?”

Eggsy hesitated, then picked up the book, surprised when it proved difficult to pry open. When he did get it open, he smiled softly. He’d been complaining to Merlin that if they were going to use lighters as hand grenades they needed a way to carry more without being suspicious.

There, nestled in where the pages of a book ought to be, were three extra lighters and two extra pairs of cufflinks—the last time he’d used the garrotte wire on a mission he’d ended up caught on a loose nail and nearly gotten his head blown off disentangling himself. This way, he could just lose the links and have backups handy.

“Oh,” he breathed. “Harry … it’s perfect.” He leaned down, pressing his mouth to Harry’s for a moment. “Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome, love. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go back to sleep,” Harry murmured softly. “We have a few hours until your mother and sister arrive. Perhaps now you can wait until they’re here to open the rest?”

Eggsy slipped back into bed with Harry, head tucked up under his chin. “Happy Christmas, yeah?”

“In four hours, it will be. Shut up and go back to sleep, Eggsy.”

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