dead dirt

anonymous asked:

what kind of offerings are good for gathering graveyard dirt? Should you leave an offering even if it isn't from an actual grave (just a cemetery)? Should you leave an offering at a crossroads if you take dirt from there? I'm genuinely curious

Let’s start from the end and work backwards here. X3

Firstly, crossroads are different from graveyards and cemeteries in that they might not have spirits that need to be appeased. However, if you choose to leave or take something from a crossroads (such as dirt), leaving a little something is probably a good idea. Hedging one’s bets is usually wise when it comes to such things (translation: always cover your ass).

Secondly, if you take dirt from anywhere inside the gate of a graveyard or cemetery, whether from a grave or not, it is likely considered consecrated or “hallowed” ground and thus, it’s a good idea to leave something as a thank-you. There are some unconsecrated burial grounds, such as potter’s fields and possibly some family burial plots (not a good idea to take earth from there unless it’s your own family, since these are usually private property), but most of the public ones you see have been consecrated. If you see a chapel or a church anywhere on the property, it is DEFINITELY consecrated ground. And as graveyards go, the older the grave, the more oomph in the dirt.

Before you go about collecting your graveyard dirt, you may want to make a quick obeisance at the gate. Let the dead know what you’re there to do, that you intend to make payment, and that you mean no harm or disrespect.

If you take dirt from a grave, it’s a good idea to know something about the person who’s buried there. You don’t have to look up their life’s story, but it’s good to know who you’re dealing with. Generally, saving the name and dates from the stone will give you something to go on. Some stones will also list professions.

Whatever grave you pick, make sure you ASK PERMISSION FIRST. Call the person by name, ask politely if you may take some earth from their grave, state what you want it for and what you’ve brought them in return, and then WAIT. If you don’t get a prickly go-away feeling after a minute or so, you should be all right. Manners count for so much when you’re dealing with the dead or with spirits of any kind, especially since taking dirt from a grave is asking for the assistance of the person buried there. As in life, a good first impression can make a big difference.

Thirdly, there are lots of offerings you can leave in exchange for graveyard dirt. Here are some of the most common:

  • Coins (preferably silver-colored and reasonably shiny)
  • Bread (any kind will do)
  • Fruit (apples are preferable, but most any kind will do)
  • Milk (any kind, and local is nice if you can get it)
  • Liquor (some spirits may like wine or beer, some may like hard liquor like whiskey; use your best judgement)
  • Incense (a cone or stick burned graveside; practice fire safety)
  • Tobacco (especially in the American South)
  • Flowers or Potted Plant (any kind will do; you can dig a hole and plant the potted item and use the pot to carry the earth away if you’re concerned about strolling off with a baggy of dirt)

If you can’t afford anything listed above, you can leave your own saliva. However, if you choose to do this, spit into your palm and lay it gently down on the earth. Spitting directly onto a grave is incredibly disrespectful and will more than likely garner a bad reaction if the occupant takes offense. Also, any bargain where your own bodily fluids get involved is a much more binding one, so be sure that you’re up for that beforehand.

For addition information, raven-conspiracy has an excellent post here detailing how best to approach the gathering of graveyard dirt.

Essays in Existentialism: FtWD IX

All through the town, the silence of the new world slunk, filling streets somberly, rolling around with the faded trash and debris, prowling on fences and painting windows with dust and decay. The entire world was brown, clumps of dead lawns, upturned dirt, dead branches– it all blurred into the same shade inevitably.

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(ggghhhhh there’s so many great carpet steam cleaning videos on youtube but they’re the worst for making gifs bc the person filming doesn’t hold the camera still or keeps walking back and forth and zooming out from the best parts, or they put a bunch of text all over the screen or the video was recorded in 2006 so it’s grainy and blurry or all of the above :/ the videos themselves are still pretty great to watch, but not so much for making gifs lol)

Stay Alive for Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader) Part 3

Originally posted by thedivorcecrockpot

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Teenaged!Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: Lin finds a teenage girl unconscious at his doorstep and decides to nurse her back to health. As her stay is extended, Lin finds himself attached to the troubled teen that captured his heart.

Words: 2000+

Warnings: Mighty Dad Lin, Fluff, Bathing, and Sick Reader

Masterlist / Part One / Part Two / Part Four


The second time you woke up, you weren’t on a couch this time. You were in a bed, staring up at the ceiling. You felt awful. Your head was pounding, your nose was stuffed up and it was really hot, but you had the chills. 

You slowly moved to sit up but that was when you noticed Lin asleep next to you, laying above the covers and facing you. His face looked so calm and content, a soft snore leaving him ever so often. He was wearing headphones over his ears and his hair was pulled back into a man-bun. His laptop was closed and sitting at the foot of the bed. 

You slowly sat upright, adjusting the pillows they supported your back as you sat against the headboard. You felt weak. You turned and saw medicine and a cup of water waiting for you on the bedside table. You reached over and grabbed the cup of water and the tablets, popping the tablets into your mouth and take a big gulp of water. You placed the now half-full cup back on the table and started coughing. Your fit was loud and was long enough to wake Lin. You tried to be quiet but the coughs racked your whole body, making you gasp for breath as well. Lin stirred and opened his eyes, blinking away the sleep. He slowly sat up once he realized you were awake. 

“(Y/N)?” He mumbled, sitting fully upright. “How long have you been awake.”

You held up a finger as you finished your coughing. You cleared your throat and shrugged. “I just woke up.” You said in a hoarse voice. 

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Just an Old Legend

Relationship: None

Words: 1,636

Summary: Two brothers and their best friend saved the world, over and over again. Ever since you were a little kid, you’d hear the stories. But, it’s just an old legend, right?

Originally posted by hunterchesters


Out of everything in Gram’s story, that one word had stayed with you for years. You couldn’t have been much older than five or six the first time you heard it, but every day since, that name – Winchester – had been bouncing around incessantly inside your head.

Of course, Gram wasn’t always the most reliable source in the world. She’d caused quite a number of “boy who cried wolf” situations in her old age, so not many folks in town took anything she said seriously. Only the sheriff believed her, but maybe that was because she had her own crazy tale to tell.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine child hide running and falling and his knee is bleeding, he doesn't cry but his eyes are slightly watery and his all pouty. Then tiny ken comes and he's carrying bandaids and gives hide one (its bright orange) hide is so happy that he hugs kaneki and smooches his cheek (hides mom always smooches him when he help her so he picked it up ) hide goes to his mom and waves back and ken. (ノ)`ω´(\)

aNON THIS IS SO CUTE??? but because i’m for tragic Hide, i imagine he doesn’t have parents :’)

It was so painful, so painful, it hurt so much. Tears pooled in Hide’s eyes and dripped onto the dry, sun-baked ground, making dark brown spots like the bits of dirt that caked the bloody wound on his knee. He swallowed sobs, though it was the most difficult thing he’d ever done… It was so hard… So painful…


Hide looked up, his cheeks tearstained and covered in dirt and dead grass. “Neki?” he sniffed.

“I got… band-aids from the… store!” Ken panted as he skidded to a stop next to Hide. He knelt down and raised Hide’s wounded knee.

“Ow ow ow…” Hide said, wincing.

“Sowwy!” Ken said, flustered and panicky, bandage crumpling in his fist.

Hide laughed shakily. “It’s okay, Neki, I’m okay…” He struggled to get up and Ken jumped to help him. They limped and walked to the nearest bathroom, where Ken washed the wound and then straightened the bandage in his hand before sticking it onto Hide’s open wound.

“All better!” Ken said proudly as he patted Hide’s patched-up knee.

Hide felt a rush of joy and gratitude for his best friend. Could he be any happier? He didn’t know. He threw his arms around Ken and smooched that soft, chubby cheek with a loud smack!

“Thanks, Ken!” He stood, hands on his hips with a grin. He felt good as new, and ready for a whole day of fun. “C’mon, let’s go play!”

“B-But—” Ken’s words were cut off as Hide dragged him by his hands and out into the open. He squinted in the bright sunshine. Hide’s smile was as bright as the sun and infectious as a summer cold. He started to smile too. “Okay.”

Hide grinned even wider, if that were possible. “Yeah! Last one over the bridge buys ice cream!”

And he took off just as Ken blubbered, “Hey!”

He threw his head back laughing as he ran. He’d never felt happier.
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