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Farrah Fawcett on the set of The Six Million Dollar Man, 1974 

Magickal Use of Cinnamon

Planet: Mercury/Sun/Mars/Uranus

Element: Air/Fire

Folklore: First cultivated and used in the East, Cinnamon was burned to purify the temple. It also promotes health, vigor and libido.

Main magickal uses: Clairvoyance, consecration, divination, energy, good luck, love, money, passion, peace, prosperity, protection, psychic development, success Other magickal uses: communication, happiness, harmony, healing, inspiration, knowledge, meditation, purification, spirituality, tranquility, wisdom Lore: Paul Beyerl suggests that cinnamon be paired with tourmaline for best effect. Cinnamon is important as a purification incense in China. Do not use externally on the body, as it irritates the skin.

The sun is typically seen as representing male or active energy and since cinnamon is a sun-related ingredient it is thought to be useful in protection magic. For a simple cinnamon protection amulet, tie nine cinnamon sticks together and hang the bundle above your door to protect your home from from unwanted people and energies. Laying cinnamon sticks along your window sill will serve the same purpose.

Financial and personal prosperity are also related to the sun’s active energy. Cinnamon sticks combined with other “prosperity” ingredients such as whole cloves, ginger and orange sections can be used as a simmering potpourri to help boost your efforts in job hunting, getting a raise or making general improvements to your financial status.

Because of its hot, fiery nature, cinnamon is a natural ally for love and sex magic. Try turning up the heat in your love life by grinding cinnamon sticks into a chunky powder and burning the powder as incense along with equal parts of red sandalwood and myrrh. Or simply place a stick of cinnamon under your lover’s pillow and see what happens.

SPELL:  Money Talisman


  • Five pumpkinseeds 
  • Three Cinnamon sticks 
  • One dollar bill 
  • Green cloth 
  • Green candle 
  • Cinnamon or basil oil 
  • Green ribbon


On a Friday during the waxing moon, assemble all your ingredients at dusk. Take the candle and rub (prosperity, basil, or cinnamon) oil into it while focusing on your bills and debts being paid, see them being paid, picture your self writing checks and smiling all the way to the bank. Light the candle and take the green cloth, add the pumpkin seeds, Cinnamon sticks, and the dollar bill and fold three times, tie with ribbon. Chant while you work and focus on money coming towards you;

Dollar bill, work your will.
Pumpkinseeds do your deeds.
Cinnamon sticks, do the trick,
Bring needed money & bring it quick

Repeat three times burn candle for nine minutes. Keep Talisman near your wallet or purse, and bills to be paid. Expect money to come, know it will and it shall be.

in which jack and shitty accidentally date

based on a dream I had, I present: a short semi-fic about Jack and Shitty and their day-long, beautiful relationship.

Basically, this is what happens:

At a kegster during their freshmen year, in which Shitty is running around being the life of the party even though he’s a freshman, Jack is also in attendance– talking to Berger and Marsh in the kitchen. Jack is there, partly to keep an eye on Shitty, partly because he is surprised by how much he does like some of the guys on his team, mostly because they had won today and Jack is in quite a good mood. Not a good enough mood that he is going to risk going into the living room where music is blasting, but in a good enough mood that he is holding a solo cup of beer and chilling in the kitchen, chatting with Berger and Marsh. He is at ease as Jack ever is– laughing good naturedly as they tease both him and each other and of course, this is when the trouble starts.

The trouble is this: Marsh is drunk and excited that Jack has actually shown up to a Haus kegster and since Jack seems to be in a good mood, Marsh decides to take a risk and ask Jack a Question. More specifically, Marsh rams an friendly elbow into Jack’s ribs and goes:

“Yo, Zimmermann, you like anyone on campus yet?”

A few months prior, that question would have made Jack freeze up. But now, Jack smiles easily (because honestly, it is a rather respectful question– “like” instead of “fuck”; “anyone” instead of assuming “girl”) and he certainly doesn’t want to get into his romantic history or lack of crushes so he smiles, shrugs, and says

“Nah, love’s shitty,” It’s still friendly and he smiles and asks Berg about his crush that the whole team knows about and that should be that.

The problem, however, is that what Alex Berger and Carter Marsh heard was not “Nah, love’s shitty,” but “I’m in love with Shitty.”

Which, of course, is a much bigger deal. 

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Violet Chachki’s dollar store outfit - made entirely out of jump rope, plastic bags, and duct tape - for her Season 7 RuPaul’s Drag Race audition tape! (x)

I wouldnt complain if someone wrote a smutty oneshot where fully-dressed Reyes in a leather jacket, jeans and black combat boots is sitting drinking a whiskey on ice in Scotts quarters and Scott walks over to him completely naked, strattles his lap and drinks the rest of his whiskey glass down with Reyes hands all over him and a long whiskey-flavored makeout session ensues

until you’ve shopped in both the womens and mens sections you have no idea how much clothing companies hate women and want them to suffer.

anonymous asked:

Imagine: A bottle of wine is shared. Baby clothes are drunkenly purchased in secret by a inebriated Yuuri. Two days later, Victor has questions and a very adorable "future Olympian" onsie that he has confiscated from his buyers remorse riddled fiance.

Okay so I LOVE this.

I don’t think I had a lot of concrete ideas about how the Babies Conversation is breached in Babies! on Ice but this is probably how it starts. Yuuri drinks two thirds of a bottle of wine by himself, because Viktor doesn’t really like wine as much as he pretends to (He’s a Vodka Man, as stereotypical as it is) and pulls up the baby clothes Pinboard that Viktor THOUGHT he had password protected on his phone. 

“Vitya?” Yuuri mutters, three sheets to the wind, but Viktor is already drooling on the couch, completely conked. Wine puts him straight out. Yuuri scrolls down the pinboard by himself.

It eventually takes him down an Amazon rabbit hole that ends three hours later, with sixty American dollars’ worth of baby clothes on its way to Saint Petersburg via overnight shipping. Drunk Yuuri isn’t sure why he needs these things, but he’s going to cry if he doesn’t own them immediately. 

Of course, Viktor is the one who receives the packages. Viktor always has something in the mail. Maybe it’s the new placemats he ordered. Or the set of ties he got Yuuri for their anniversary. Or, ooh, the curtains he ordered for the guest room–

“Um,” he says, when the Future Olympian onsie greets him–along with one that says Ice ice baby, footie pajamas that say My big brother barks, and no less than ten other baby clothing items.

“Oh shit,” says Yuuri, whom had forgotten about them until now. 

“These are…baby clothes,” says Viktor. “Like…clothes. That go on a baby. Are you trying to tell me something?” His eyes go very big. “Yuuri. Yuuri, are you pregnant?”

“Um…not…at the moment,” says Yuuri. “But would that–if I were, would that be–something you…would like?”

Viktor clutches a itty bitty pair of socks that say the word foot in ten languages to his chest. “I…yes. I would.”

“We should talk,” says Yuuri.

(Several months later, Yuuri is fresh off his last World Championships, wearing his gold medal around his neck, just announced his retirement at the press conference earlier. He crawls onto Viktor in their bed and says, “Hey, want to make a baby?”

Somewhere in the same hotel, Yuri Plisetsky almost has an aneurysm because something tipped his cheese factor senses off the scale.)

ohsweetcrepes  asked:

/rolls on. i'm craving scarlet pimpernell steve/bucky au stuff.

*subtly tries to roll you off* *sheepishly looks up at followers*

Ok so original pimpernel au tag we wrote. So, your timing is perfect because I could never quite get my head around the power corrupt politician Pierce would have during the Obama administration, but it’s so much easier to see these days.  I’m not saying Pierce for President, absolutely not - Pierce is more like the puppetmaster who smiles to the public and pretends he’s working for The People rather than his own gain.  He doesn’t need to be president in order to hold all the power.


Steve Rogers, political activist, runs one of the best ‘American conspiracy’ blogs in the country. Is a true investigative journalist, on the ground during protests etc. Former BFF of the scandalous, notoriously capricious Bucky Barnes, adopted son of Alexander Pierce.

And he’s willing to use that friendship to gain access to Pierce’s inner circle, because he looks at Pierce and he sees the snake underneath the kind smiles of the man who turned down a Nobel Peace Prize.  It nags at his conscience a little, but Bucky Barnes is no longer the loud-mouthed kid who used to stand next to him to defend the helpless.  Bucky Barnes has turned himself into a ‘let them eat cake’ meme, is featured on the cover of trash magazines half-dressed and drunk, and doesn’t blink an eye at homeless vets.

The only good thing about him is that for every time there’s a story about him fucking a celebrity or a scandal about him driving under the influence, Pierce’s public image takes a dive.

So Steve shores up his reservations, sacrifices his good memories of Bucky Barnes in childhood, and goes to say hello to his old friend.

And Bucky is everything they say about him.  He’s irreverent and flighty and doesn’t catch on to jokes insulting his intelligence.  He wears thousands of dollars worth of clothing while doing forced charity work at shelters.  He drives a car worth the cost of most middle-class homes.  The first time Steve met him again at an event, Bucky went down on him in the bathroom and then grinned up at him, saying ‘what are friends for?’ before dragging him home for the night.

And Steve? Steve falls for it. He sees past Pierce’s oiled subversive charm. He’s exposed scandals and bribery and corruption, but he doesn’t see past Bucky’s fractured mask, taking him in on surface level and not looking deeper.

Except - well. Steve Rogers is the only one who remembers the old Bucky Barnes, and that person has been so systematically and ruthlessly destroyed, that there’s this tiny glimmer on the periphery of Steve’s awareness that asks if it’s on purpose.


Bucky Barnes is bored.  Everyone who knows him now knows that he lives his life in pursuit of the next rush to alleviate that boredom, but not a single one of them can see that what he’s bored of is the game of pretending that he’s so much less than he is.  It takes everything he has not to react sometimes when he sees some injustice in the world around him.  It takes a lot of effort to pretend to be the public persona of Bucky Barnes, and he’s given it everything.

Only. Then Steve Rogers comes back into his life, and Bucky knows why.  If anyone could see Pierce for what he is, who could follow the bread crumbs that Bucky had been able to leave, it would be Steve Rogers.  Steve makes the game interesting again.

So Bucky brings Steve back to the family mansion, leaves him in rooms with sensitive documents after riding his dick.  He grins and flutters his eyelashes and feeds Steve all the information he needs for his expose-all expose.  


When Pierce tries to stop the article Steve is writing, the mythic Winter Soldier shows up (name a layered reference to the Winter Soldier Investigation and the The American Crisis by Thomas Paine) - no one knows who he is, or who first gave him the moniker, but there’s a rumour that if someone tries to stop the truth coming out through violence, that he’ll be there.  He grabs Steve and his laptop and his backup files from his apartment and pulls the fire alarm right before Steve’s stove explodes.

He drops Steve and the laptop off at 'Steve’s boyfriend’s apartment’ and keeps the backup files to put in a safe location, and Steve wonders at why  anyone would think he’d be safe at Bucky’s place.

(and what Bucky will think that he’s there, since they’re fuck buddies at best)

But when Bucky returns an hour later, wearing sinfully tight jeans, a shirt that defies public decency laws, and smelling of cigarette smoke and alcohol, he blinks at Steve in his pyjamas sitting on his couch, grins widely at him, and drags him into the bedroom.

Steve is on edge the next day, waiting for something to happen.  Bucky lounges on the couch napping off whatever he’d done the night before (besides Steve), and occasionally opens one eye at him to tell him to relax.  Late afternoon he gets up, showers, hands Steve a suit to change into, and brings him to supper at a very high end restaurant.

When Alexander Pierce sees Steve with Bucky, his expression goes tellingly blank for a moment, before he reaches across the table to shake his hand, and Steve knows.  He knows exactly who tried to have him killed, and watching Bucky smile blithely and eat like nothing is wrong grates at his nerves more than the way he napped all day had.

But there’s something about Bucky’s smile that looks the same way it did when he won a fight at 7 years old that makes the hair on the back of Steve’s neck tingle with awareness.  He’s having supper with Alexander Pierce, and even with all he knows about the man, Bucky is the one who feels like he might be the most dangerous person at the table.

New beginning (Oneshot)

(A/N) First of all: I, personally, don’t have anything against Taylor Swift. I took her as a character, because of the relationship she had with Tom some time ago. It was the time, I just lost interest in Tom Hiddleston for a few weeks. So, if you want to hate on me, go ahead, but don’t think I will take you seriously or change anything because of that.
Second of all: Enjoy!~ And thank you to the kind anons that asked me to write this! Sorry it took so long! <3

Summary: Imagien working on the set of ‘The Avengers’ and falling in love with Tom Hiddleston. You being way to shy, don’t tell him about your crush. But as your bestie, Taylor Swift, visits you, she crushes on Tom and they become a couple, even though she knew about your crush. The rest of the cast comforts you and helps you to get over it.

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Taylor Swift

Warnings: negative things about Taylor Swift, a little angst I guess

Original: here


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Originally posted by cheers-mrhiddleston

Just as I finished preparing everything for today, there was a short knock on my trailer door. Strange, the actors weren’t supposed to arrive before 10 am.

Opening the door, my best friend Taylor stood before me, grinning from ear to ear. “Taylor!” I threw my arms around her neck, and pulled her against me. “Why are you here? Aren’t you busy? Come in!” I was so excited to see her. She was always busy with her music, and since I got more popular, more and more movies asked me to do the make-up for them.
We sat in y trailer together, talking and catching up. Taylor told me about her new songs and the planned tour and I told her everything about my work here, and more importantly about my crush. Of course, Taylor already knew about him, but there was always news.
Just as I was finished fussing about him, a knock sounded at my door. This time, instead of my best friend, my crush stood before me. He smiled up at me and handed me my daily coffee.
“Good morning Y/N! How are you?” Getting out of the way, I invited him inside. “Just fine, thanks Tom. What about you?” Yes. My crush was the famous Tom Hiddleston. I don’t know how I got into this situation, but I decided long ago, that there was nothing to do about it. So, I just accepted it and lived with him being a great friend of mine.
“Just peachy!” His never fading smile, caused my heart to skip a beat. “And who might you be?” Tom turned towards Taylor and my heart sunk. It always went this way. I crushed on someone, they met Taylor and soon she had a new boyfriend. That’s why, I stopped introducing my crushes to my best friend. So much for that matter.
“Now I’m insulted! Taylor Swift, hi.” The two of them shook hands, smiling at each other.
What made it worse, they flirted. And they didn’t stop. Only when I finally send Tom away, the two of them stopped.
While I finished Roberts make-up, Taylor told me, she needed to use the toilette. She left the trailer and Robert immediately shot me a small smile. “Rough morning?” Letting out a small sigh, I smiled at him through the mirror. “That obvious?” Robert just nodded.
“You know about my crush, right? Taylor and he flirted the whole time. I should be used to it by now. I mean, that’s how it always goes.” Instead of answering, Robert stood up and pulled me into a hug. “Let’s go.” Since the other actors weren’t required to come today, Robert pulled me outside. I wish he hadn’t.
Taylor and Tom were standing together, chatting. Well, Taylor was flirting, touching his arm, playing with her hair and so on. Rolling my eyes, I felt Robert squeeze my hand. “Don’t let it get to you. You know, you’re way better than her. You’re prettier, smarter and your personality is way better than hers.” I smiled at him and together we walked to the set.


The next few days were quiet. Taylor stayed here and accompanied me to set every day. Although, she spent most of her time flirting with Tom. That’s how my days were spent. Doing make-up, listening to the actors trying to cheer me up and trying to not follow the impulse to kill Taylor.

After the last day of filming was over, there was a party, where everyone was going. Taylor had to go somewhere and would join us later, so I had no one to get ready with. Thankfully, Scarlett offered to help me get ready. After all, she wanted me to impress Tom tonight. I wasn’t as optimistic as Scarlett, but I didn’t want to pull her down. After all, she was the one most annoyed by Taylor.
She even managed to convince me to wear a short, wine red dress, paired with black heels, but only light make-up. She pinned my hair up and gave me a small purse, for my phone and other stuff I needed to take with me.
I really looked impressive. The last touch, was a silver necklace with a red heart.
Together, we took a taxi to the party. I was really excited, after all, this could be the night that could change everything! I couldn’t stop grinning at the thought and Scarlett joined me.
The optimistic look on things was short lived. In the taxi, I got a pop up message from my news app.
“Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston new dream couple?”  Underneath the headline, was a photo of the two, walking, holding each other’s hand. After scrolling through the article, I found another picture. They kissed. The picture literally showed them kissing.
My heart stopped beating and my eyes welled with tears. Scarlett noticed my change in behaviour and took my phone from me to see what caused that.
Her grip on my phone tightened and I was scared she would crush my phone. “Just-Just don’t believe it! They always make things like that up!” Her voice was strained. She knew just as well as I did that this article and its content was true.
After just sitting there for a few seconds, she asked me if I wanted to go home, but all I wanted to do in that moment was to confront Taylor. Ask her why she always did that.
As soon as we arrived, Scarlett took my hand and led my inside. It wasn’t too hard to find Taylor and Tom. They stood, in each other’s arms, by the bar.
“Y/N…” Robert came to stand next to me and Scarlett and pulled me into a hug. “I know. I know.”
The others came too, standing around me, offering me comforting smiles and hugs. But, I needed to do this.
Walking up to the two of them, Taylor’s eyes instantly widened. “Y/N-“ “Can we talk? Outside?” Taylor nodded and followed me. We walked out of the back door, and into a dark alleyway.
“It just happened Y/N. I can’t explain it and I’m-“ “Sorry. I know. I…just thought you were better than that. I thought you were my best friend. Obviously, I was wrong.” I couldn’t even look her in the eyes. “Don’t say that…” Her voice was pleading and she tried to catch one of my hands, but I pulled them away before she could reach one.
“Don’t say what? That you knew right from the beginning that I liked Tom? That you know I’m incredibly shy, so I won’t speak to him about that? That you…still felt the need to add him to your collection? Please…never talk to me again.”
She tried to hold me back, but I just walked by her and re-entered the club. I passed Tom, who also tried to speak to me, but I just kept walking.
The group that formed around me earlier, was still there, waiting for me.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here and go for a drive.” Scarlett grinned at me, showing me Robert’s car keys. “Wait! Where did you get those from?” He tried to grab them, but Scarlett took a step back and out of Robert’s reach. The two of them raced each other to the exit, causing me to chuckle.
“Let’s go.” Chris and Chris took one of my hands each and together we left the club.
Our first stop, was a gas station, where we bought different kinds of alcohol.
“Yeah! Let’s forget everything about those idiots and drown our sorrows in cheap alc and ice cream!” Robert screamed as if he was already drunk. “You’re unbelievable!” I laughed, letting me be pulled close by him. The next stop was McDonalds, where we ordered food for I don’t know how many people. We sat there, in our million-dollar clothes and stuffed our faces with fries, cheeseburgers and nuggets. They all helped me, forgetting reality for a few hours and make it a lot easier to face it the next day.
In the end, everyone slept at my place and woke up the next morning extremely hungover. While brewing fresh coffee for my friends, there was a knock at my door. Rubbing my aching head, I went to open it.
“Y/N, listen-“ Before I even registered who disturbed my fine morning, Tom already started talking. And even though I had a killer headache I was quick to cut her off. “Both, you and I, now there is nothing I should listen to. And either way, you’re not the one that’s done anything wrong. It just happened.” Not letting him answer, I shot him one last, sad smile and closed the door.
Turning around, Scarlett stood in front of me and pulled me into a hug. It was time for a new beginning. New friends, a new best friend and a new crush. Maybe this time, he would actually become my boyfriend, not my best friend’s.