except for the dirt


Originally posted by shawnlaveau

When hoodoo was created, most of the people using it did not have ready access to the best ingredients and often had to hide their practice. Consequently, a lot of what was used had to be things people could obtain. This is why hoodoo uses various roots, sticks, herbs, honey, sugar, and other household supplies readily available. There is no exception for dirt. Different kind of dirt is used for different kind of things but some examples include:

Dirt from the crossroads: used for many things including hexing/cursing, summoning certain spirits, opening roads, etc.

Dirt from a bank: Most commonly used in money work. I swear by bank dirt. It adds so much potency to money workings and every time I have used it I have gotten great results. Could also be used in works to get a loan, get approved for a house, relieve debt, etc.

Dirt from a church: This is usually used for works that have to do with cleansing, healing, or otherwise “holy” matters.

Graveyard dirt: A staple in hoodoo, used for many different things including curses, healing, ancestor work, goofer dust, hot foot powder, etc.

Some of these are examples of things that have been used traditionally and throughout hoodoo’s history. However, all types of folk magick utilize whatever you have.

I have in the past used dirt from a car dealership(to obtain a car), dirt from a red ant farm(defensive/hexing), dirt from a destroyed/abandoned building(defensive/hexing), and dirt from a specific apartment complex I wanted to live in. *not all of these are my ideas, but some of them are* 

Folk Magick is and was about using whatever you have around you, and often whatever cost less. Do not ever feel like you can’t do effective, life changing magick with twigs and leaves. You can. Our ancestors did, you can too.


Orphan Black S05E08 - Guillotines Decide

Cosima: An art opening? Do you think that’s a good idea right now?
Sarah: No.
Siobhan: Yes.
Felix: It’s an exceptional idea.

Siobhan: Yeah, so well done, everyone. Felix and Adele, dirt well dug. Delphine, you showed us what to do with it, and we deserve a breather tonight to stand down and support Felix.
Delphine: I think you’re right, Siobhan. I think we’ve earned a break.

“4 years ago, my now husband and I moved into a really old house. In Saskatoon, this area was the first in the whole city to be built. The house is approximately from 1910. The area itself is now quite ghetto. Crack houses down the street, break and enters happening constantly. So, being on edge, my husband and I bought a huge black lab. Dumb as a post, but super loyal and protective. We never got broken into after we got our dog because he had such a loud bark, people outside would cross the street.

Back to the house itself, the house had original vents (like Amityville Horror style) Downstairs there was cement walls, all except for one, which was dirt in behind a large piece of Styrofoam. So when there was a shift in the ground, you could literally hear the dirt crumbling. There was a terrifying room that no one would go into in the basement. It had old paint cans and a kitty litter box from, what I can assume, was years ago. Original furniture remained in the basement and throughout the house. (Ex. Old hide-a-bed, old curio cabinet, and fucking old armoire)

This story revolves around the armoire, which was huge. It had such fine wood detailing, but it was neglected. We never opened it because it was such a creepy antique. We just kind of left it in the hallway and walked by it daily.

One day, on my day off of course, I was waiting for my husband to get home. I started walking towards the door because I thought I heard his car. While walking, I was suddenly interrupted by a horrendous racket. Coming from inside the armoire was a horrible scratching noise. I thought Onyx, our dumb, lovable black lab, had somehow climbed in and was stuck. Frantically kicked and rolling and scratching to get out. It was so frantic, the armoire was literally moving across the floor. At first I was laughing, but the more frantic it got, the more my concern grew. 

I ran and threw open the door, I heard a whimper. Rather than the whimper coming from the armoire, it came from behind me. I swirled around and saw Onyx behind me. He was whimpering and back away. I swung around and faced the armoire, completely shadowed on the inside. The scratching stopped. I ran for the porch door, passing the antique. 

I didn’t get very far, I ran into a solid entity. My husband. Sobbing and fearful I sputtered what happened. My husband stared at me and then, being the awesome guy he is, checked it out. 

Nothing was in the armoire. Literally. Nothing. No scratch marks, no smell but musty. It was terrifying. We moved out a couple months later.”

By: tellie  (As it’s nearly Halloween, how about we share some creepy stories? I’ll go first.

Hunter, Never the Hunted: Ch. 1

Eventually Jackson/OC
Summary: A hard working waitress spends her days working at a diner just to makes ends meet. Until one night on her shift, a sketchy character strolled in and slowly her life gets flipped upside down with the unexpected. 

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A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic ever written. I had this idea and thought I’d give it a try. It could potentially be a dumpster fire, who knows. Please be gentle and bear with me. Let me know what you think. The boys will have a longer appearance in the next part. Promise!

Your back was aching and your feet were throbbing. This had to be the hardest 10-hour shift that you had in a very long time. It must be the hot weather that is making people get a little wound or something — you had had to deal with people yelling and barking orders at you all day. It didn’t help that you were short staffed either. That is why you were so relieved that your shift was ending soon.

You take a quick glance around and saw that there was only a single patron still lingering around in the diner. This is typically the normal situation considering the time it was now. You didn’t get many customers around this late. Normally the only ones here at this time is a lonely straggler or two, blowing through town, or a handful of the older teenagers with nothing better to do.

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I Took a Walk for Seven Years

It was August 9, 2009. I was thirty eight years old. My oldest daughter Avis was twelve, and the younger pair, Joanne and John, were nine year old twins. I’d been married for fifteen years. I worked at an insurance firm. And every Sunday, while my wife and Avis went to church and the twins went to my mother’s house, I took a walk.

It was a clockwork sort of arrangement. My wife knew never to push me into going with her, I was an atheist and set on staying that way.

Of course, given what’s happened, my views have changed.

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Dream Snooping

Hey, everyone! This story was inspired by the Toon Henry AU of Bendy and the Ink Machine, created by @squigglydigg/ @squigglydigglydoo ! So if you haven’t seen that, well… You’re probably not gonna understand what’s happening here! I really suggest to go check it out, though, it’s really cool and the art is super charming! While I want to wait a little bit for more of the game story to form my own headcanons, this AU really caught my heart and so I wanted to do something as a gift for Squigglydigg. It’s really late right now and I’ve been writing this all day because is my true day off in like ages. Hopefully it won’t come off as too messy. I hope you enjoy it! (Oh, it’s also on AO3 !)

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Mr Styles.

[Not an AU, set throughout 2014]

Harry enjoys the finer things in life; the fine dining, the fine wine, and fine entertainment. He’s takes a liking to a waitress in his favourite Mayfair restaurant, making sure to ask for her every time. She gives him excellent service, he gives her excellent tips in return. The tips don’t quite cut it though and she finds herself with a second job to cover her time at university in one of the most expensive cities in the world. Harry discovers her second job in a less than chaste circumstance and makes an offer she can’t resist.

“If my boss catches me, he’ll haul me in to the kitchen and throw my hand in the deep fat fryer.”

17.5k // Daddy kink-lite, if I could even call it that.

Be nice.

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Privileged (15/?)

Originally posted by bellamygifs

“When *yn* wakes she finds herself amongst people she never expected to ever see again. Her and Bellamy are reunited and she is forced to face her father for the first time in almost two years and tensions between them are quick to rise.” 

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, some angst 

Notes: Based on 2x02 ‘Inclement Weather’ of The 100.

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“How long are you going to keep me locked up in here?” 

“As long as it takes for me to figure out what to do with you.” Kane replied nonchalantly as he made his way into the makeshift cell he had thrown Bellamy into. 

“Those are my people out there. You can’t just expect me to sit here and-” 

“I don’t expect you to do anything. Your time of acting like your a leader and a warrior is over.” Kane retorted as he grabbed a crate and dragged it over to Bellamy.

“Sit.” He ordered. Bellamy glared at him defiantly but said nothing as he took a seat on the upturned crate, watching as Kane grabbed another crate to take a seat a few metres from him.

“I need you to tell me everything you can about the grounders, and my daughter.”

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Alone, Until I Get Home (7/?)

Summary: In Boston, Henry Swan’s six-year-old brother Ian finds a book titled “Once Upon a Time” hidden beneath the seat in their mom’s old yellow bug. As soon as Henry touches it, he remembers.

Season 3 Canon Divergence-Emma finds out she’s pregnant a few weeks after she and Henry leave Storybrooke with new memories and new lives. Nearly seven years later, another Dark Curse puts her family in danger, and Emma must return to Storybrooke to help them.

Who’s powerful enough to cast the Dark Curse? And how the hell is she going to tell Hook they have a son together?

A/N:  THANK YOU @losttalongthewayy​ FOR READING ALL 20 VERSIONS OF THIS. Also, a few people have asked to be tagged but I didn’t keep track so if you would like to be tagged for updates please drop your name in my mailbox???

Also on: AO3

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Fusion with Damian Wayne (Steven Universe AU)

Just watched all of the Steven bombs
Thought this would be fun to write 💕
Going by actual names to keep things simpler. Mostly Damian’s POW

•Damian was a Spectrolite. His rare gem gleamed proudly on his right shoulder.

•His power was beyond any regular gem’s capabilities. Ominous and brute, he also had a bit of a arrogant attitude to him.

•This obviously made him have a close relation to the Diamonds, he was yellow’s after all

•So when he was assigned a Goshenite, you, he was not thrilled.

•"My Diamond,“ Damian would attempt to explain.
•"I’m fully capable of going to Earth myself, a Goshenite will only get in my way.”

•Yellow Diamond wasn’t having any of it and quickly brushed off Damian’s complaints.

•You were a Goshenite, a ‘common’ gem. Your best quality however, is what the Diamonds needed you most for.
•You had unwavering loyalty and was able to inspire for a better vision.

•Damian needed you, but he would never realize it.

•Damian quickly strode out of the main building in which you quickly followed him.

•"It’s a-“ you began.
•"Honor to be with me? Yeah I get it.”
•"No,It’s a pleasure to work with you.“

•You always smile at him hoping he’ll get less tense.

•"tt, don’t speak to me unless I instruct you to. Your a Goshenite after all.”

•Boy was he cocky

•Upon arriving to Earth he flat out ignored you

•It wasn’t until an encounter with the Crystal Gems that he decided he’ll talk to you

•"A Goshenite can fight right?“
•"I wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t.”

•After that tango you both retreated to the designated target of the Kindergarten.

•"Your combat is exceptional.“ Damian said brushing the dirt off his clothes

•You actually saved his life, but that’s the little stuff right???
•You still humbly thanked Damian with a smile
•He felt something in his body when you smiled-Was that pain from fighting or something?

•Damian knew that you naturally kind and caring
•Doesn’t admit it, but you make the mission to Earth less frightening.
•He concluded that the feelings he’s having towards you right now is part of your healing powers affecting him.

•The kindergarten was a barren place filled with infinitive indents of former gems.

•Damian was inspecting one particular site when a corrupted gem lurched forward at him

•"Damian, Watch out!” You exclaimed.

•Pushing him out of the way was all that you remember before it became a blur.

•There was this feeling of bliss and confidence surrounding his body.

•There was another feeling that he couldn’t describe, the Crystal Gems defined it… it started with a L and ended with a E…

•Damian could groggily see the ground, but looking for his device that he carried he noticed that his hands weren’t his own. It was a misty shade of blue, not his regular dark shade.

•He was in a fusion… with you.

•Fear struck him and no doubt you too considering you were both fused

•Unauthorized fusion was not only one of the highest acts of treason, it was considered one of ultimate betrayal to your Diamond.

•Quickly you both spilt up
•Chests panting heavily he looked up at you with the utmost disdain

•"Don’t ever speak of this or else we’ll both be shattered.“

•The journey back to Home World was awkward and uncomfortable

•He only asked one question “What was that ridiculous word the Crystal Gems used?”

•It wasn’t until much later he realized that he wanted to fuse with you again
•The feeling he had fused to you is what he wanted to feel like everyday

•He wanted to feel the emotion love with you.

{ f o r e v e r | jean kirschstein x reader }

Originally posted by tatakaeeren

| angsty jean x dying!reader |
| set in ep. 11; season 2 |
| word count: 587 |

You couldn’t feel anything except the extricating pain that throbbed through your body.

You laid in the dirt limp and useless. Praying for the pain to stop.

The last thing you remembered was a titan blindsiding you and throwing you off your horse with a faint sound of a familiar voice shouting your voice.


You coughed and the taste of iron invaded your tastebuds. Looking at the sand brown dirt beside you, it was stained with splatters of red.

“Jesus…” Jean grimaced at your damaged body and rushed to your side. He sat on his knees and gently shifted your body to where your head was resting on his thighs.

He further looked at the damage done to your body. A giant puddle of blood forming under you from a giant gash in your back.

“Hi.” You looked up at your boyfriend and smiled weakly. Jean gently pushed a few stray hairs out of your face and smiled back down at you. He wiped away dirt that your on your cheek and a spot of blood from your lips. Tears running down his handsome face.
“Hey…” He rubbed the sides of your face gently.

“Why are you so sad?” You asked making Jean furrow his eyebrows at you. You lifted your head up trying to look at your body but Jean quickly stopped you.
“No, hey. Look at me. Okay? You’re alright… you’re alright.” Jean’s voice cracked as he spoke.

He was lying. You most definitely were not alright.

“Am I dying?” Your eyes were locked onto his amber ones, your eyebrows furrowed.
“No…” He shook his head. “You’re fine, baby.” He smiled weakly.
“Ah..” You smiled. You were delusional from the amount of blood you lost. You weren’t aware that you were in fact dying and Jean knew this.

Your world was started to fade in and out as you never lost eye contact with your boyfriend.

“I feel sleepy.” You said blearily and Jean’s heart sunk. “Can you sing our song for me?” You asked.

The tears on Jean’s face never seemed to end as he watched his first love fade away in his arms. Your face was pale and your eyes seemed to have lost much of their life but there was still that same sparkle he saw when he met you years ago.

“Hearts beat fast,
Colors and promises,
How to be brave,
How can I love when I’m afraid..”

Jean sang to you softly as he watched your eyes become more distant. A small smile formed on your lips as you took your final breath. Jean’s eye widened as he noticed your breathing had stopped and your eyes looking off into nothingness.

“No…” Jean whispered as he shook your body gently. “God, no…” He leaned down to your chest listening for a heartbeat.


“No… no! No!” Jean moved from under you and his lips connected with your lifeless ones in an attempt to give CPR.

Jean pumped your chest repeatedly as he sobbed.

Fuck! No! Wake up! I love you! There’s no me without you!” Jean yelled furiously. His tears were hitting your bloodstained uniform.

Jean knew his attempts were useless. You were gone.

Jean screamed at the top of his lungs. It was loud enough for the others in battle to hear.

Jean rested his head on your chest as he sobbed.

“We were supposed to be forever…”

anonymous asked:

superman as a character is a bad character, nothing can hurt him except some rocks from his home planet, which makes no sense. taking dirt from earth to the moon wont suddenly make gravity stronger on you. you just cant have an unbeatable character and expect it to be interesting. (unless you take the one punch man route)

Wrong, Skitty can defeat Superman

Princess ‘n the kNight

Words: 6112 

Genre: Fluff, Adventure, Modern Fairytale, Royalty/Princess!Au  

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“Dear lord of heavenly mercy.” The leaves crunch with Yoongi’s footsteps as he looks upon the treetops to recognize the top of a 300 m cowering tower.

“Look! More seeds Yoongi!” Taehyung dashes to a nearby bush.

“Remind me why I came with you again? God.” Yoongi squints as the sun beams down on him, sweat forming.

Taehyung sprints around excitedly and Yoongi follows slowly from behind. “Hey what’s that?” Curiously, Taehyung pushes an ivy wall aside and disappears. Yoongi sighs and chases him down.

“Look hyung!” Taehyung points and Yoongi tilts his head so far back that he almost falls over. A huge stone tower reaching the sun sits in the middle of the forest. “Let’s climb it!”

Taehyung begins to step on some pushed out rocks on the tower. “Uh…how about no.” Yoongi grabs the back of Taehyung shirt and starts dragging him away.

“Aww but hyunnnnnggg.” Taehyung goes limp and starts to whine but Yoongi continues to drag him away from the looming fortress.

“No Taehyung. I stupidly agreed to join you in collecting seeds. We are not climbing a damn tower. Not today boy.” Yoongi’s voice is stern and he lets go of Taehyung. “I’m going home so do whatever you want.” Today was enough sun exposure for him. He was going home and back to bed.

Taehyung drags his feet behind him - following Yoongi, pouting.

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Nevermore (Reprise)

Chapter I - I Am Damaged 

 He is damaged, far too damaged. Remnant is full of fairytales and legends, but it is just as full of beasts and demons, and his misfortune only marks him out as an outcast. The souls that Salem has taken are lost; they are beyond redemption, as he will soon be.

Team STRQ is shattered. One dead. One lost. One traitor. One damaged. 

By watching the turn of the clock, Qrow can see that there’s not much time left before the same fate repeats itself on the ones he loves.

                                                             ☨ ☨ ☨

He was born to the wind and sky, a bird in flight. Born to the blood of the tribe, spilled across the pavement, and to his sister, one whom darkness knew well. Melded to a team— to Taiyang, the one of sunshine, and Summer, shackled to silver and murdered by a legend. He brought misfortune wherever he planted his roots, abandoned the ones he loved, created a spot of turbulent darkness in a beacon of shining light.

A beacon, one that glowed like a star, erected from nothing. His home, now an empty shell. He remembers the one who stood apart from the crowd, unencumbered by the troubles of everyday life, untouched by humanity’s strife, the spirit of light.

The man who was devoured by fire and burned to nothingness, swallowed up and spat out into shards, consumed by the breath of autumn.

Qrow remembers this: his copper eyes.

He thought he’d never see them again.

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10 Things I Hate About You(Reader x Poe Dameron)

Word Count: 2851

Summary: No one can break down the walls and barriers of wits and stubbornness that the reader has put up. Not one guy has ever come close to even sharing a glance with the reader that wasn’t intended to kill. But Poe, with his cunning charm, was set to change that, thanks to a bet initiated by Finn.

A/N: You all know the movie. If you don’t, I highly suggest that you watch it because it’s so so so good. I’ve switched up the poem a bit to make more for my story and the sw universe. And as always, if you’re not in a star wars mood, this isn’t for you. Enjoy!!

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anonymous asked:

Sorry to be a bother, but do you think I could get the RFA + Saeran reacting to a MC who has to report a close relative for abusing them in the past? Bc I have to do that soon and idk I'm hoping it'll make me less nervous. If you can't do this, no worries. Sorry to bug you :/

RFA + V + Unknown with an MC who is reporting an abusive relative

(AN: Threw in V too because why not! I’m so sorry you’re stuck in this situation, it’s amazing that you’ve stayed so strong and I hope all goes well for you, Kind Anon! You’re not bugging me at all, dear! I really do hope all goes well! And that I’ve done this enough justice!

There are mild spoilers in this! I didn’t go in to any details about the abuse, because we all experience it differently, and so I mainly just focused on how they would try to comfort you! Enjoy!)

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Request: Hey, i was wondering if you could write one about Jack Lowden. Something like the reader and Jack had known each other, and being best friends since they were kids but then y/n moves to NYC when they were teenagers and they lost contact for 6 years or something like that. And then make a reunion before dunkirk begins filming, and that everything arises from there? ((They had been in love with each other since ever but none of them ever told the other person)) I would love to read that!! Thank you

A/N: I was inspired by ‘Begin Again’ by Taylor swift for this


Back before social media and Facebook blew up, staying in touch with someone half way around the world just wasn’t very doable. You could write letters of course, and make long distance phone calls, but it was all so hard.

Which is why you lost touch with your best friend when you moved to New York for University.

The first year at University you had been able to stay in contact with Jack, but then the letters became less and less until they stopped all together.

It had been 6 years since the last letter was sent or received.

The one thing you regretted most in your life was never telling Jack how you felt. You had been in love with him all those years ago. You may even still be in love with him.

It would explain why none of your relationships ever worked out. Most of the guys you dated were good guys, with the exception of one or two who were dirt bags. But most of them were sweet, yet you always found yourself comparing them to Jack. No one was ever good enough.

It drove you mad.

Currently you were on your way to a little cafe down the street from your apartment. It was your first day off in nearly a month, and you were definitely going to enjoy it.

You had your favorite book with you, and you planned to relax in the cafe for most of the day. It was the one place besides your apartment where you felt most comfortable.

“There’s my favorite customer!” The cafe owner exclaimed once you walked in the door, a wide smile on her face. “How are you doing dear? Its been a while since I saw you!”

“I’m doin’ well Mrs. Shelley. But works been kickin’ me butt.” You told her, a tired smile on your face.

“Go sit dear, I’ll bring you your usual.” Mrs. Shelley told you, causing you to send her a grateful smile.

Taking your seat in the corner of the cafe, you pulled out your book and started reading. You were only a few pages in, when Mrs. Shelley was setting down your drink and a pastry.

“Oh, I didn’-” You started, confused over why she had brought you a pastry.

“It’s from the handsome gentleman in the corner.” Mrs. Shelley cut you off, pointing towards the other side of the room with a small wink.

Following in that direction, your eyes locked with a familiar pair of startling blue eyes. You froze instantly, breath catching in your throat.

“Jack.” You whispered, eyes widening as he began to make his way over to you.

“I knew it was ye, Y/N.” Jack muttered, pulling you out of your chair and into a bear hug. “My god, it’s so great to see ye.”

“H-how are ye here?” You asked in surprise, pulling away from the hug so you could look at him. Time had sure been good to him. His hair had grown longer since the last time you’d seen him, and he now had facial hair. For lack of a better word, your best friend had become sexy.

“Im in town fer a few weeks filmin’ a show. I was walkin’ back from a meetin’ when I thought I saw ye comin’ out of an apartment buildin’. I wasn’t sure, so I followed ye. I knew as soon as I saw ye open that book. Will ye ever get sick o’ it?” Jack teased, a gleam in his eyes.

“No, not ever.” You replied, sticking your tongue out at him. He chuckled, stepping closer towards you.

“There’s somethin’ I need to-”

“I’ve been meanin’ to-”

The both of you laughed as you talked at the same time. This was a common occurrence, especially when you had to tell the other something.

“You go first.”

“Go ahead.”

Once again the two of you laughed. This was so typical of your friendship, it’s like the past 6 years had never happened.

“Together then?” You asked, a smile on your face. Jack grinned in response, nodding his head.

“I love you.” You both said at once, causing the others hearts to flutter. After a few silent moments of staring at one another, you finally spoke up.

“Well, that was easier than I thought.”

But on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again.