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A method to Cleanse and Ward after unsavory people visit your house

Personally, I wait 15 minutes to ensure they haven’t forgotten anything (it’s a long, painful wait, I know. Just bear with it!) and then get straight to work!

First off;

If they ate or drank at your house:

  1. DO NOT save any leftovers from that meal, as it is now connected to them. Use it instead in the compost heap to help further along your garden.
  2. Rinse down the dishes they used with vinegar first, spritz with sage-infused water, then proceed to washing the dishes normally.

And now if they did not eat or drink at your house

  1. Open all doors and windows to air out the house.
  2. Light some incense (honestly any will do at this point your just trying to make sure their scent doesn’t linger)
  3. The couch or chair they were sitting on needs to be thoroughly vacuumed.
  4. After vacuuming the couch or chair, cast a consecrated circle around the object and banish their energy from it.
  5. Lightly mist with moonwater and place energized crystals in a spiral in said area.
  6. Dust the House.
  7. Sweep the floors and collect any trash, immediately taking it out.
  8. Wash down all tabletops and counter surfaces with vinegar.
  9. Wash the floors and walls with a mix of lavender/sage/moonwater.
  10. Vacuum the carpets and rugs.
  11. Smudge.
  12. Squeeze out some garlic juice from 3 cloves of garlic and rub into ground outside of door (3 cloves per door).
  13. Mix lemon juice with a drop of peppermint oil and use it to draw a line on the door frame, both sides; make sure you left no line breaks!
  14. Rub a touch of dogwood oil on the outside doorknob.
  15. Recharge your witch balls!
  16. Air out your dreamcatchers if you have any!

If they sat down on your bed

Ohhhhhh boy oh boy oh boy. Guess who’s about to wash their sheets?

Surprise it’s you!

  1. Wash your sheets.
  2. Wash your comforter.
  3. Wash the pillowcases.
  4. Wash the pillows.
  5. Wash the mattress pad.
  6. Vacuum the mattress.
  7. Mist lightly with moonwater.
  8. Place energized crystals where they sat in a spiral.

Optional; write their name on an egg, take it outside, and crush it beneath your heel.

Can be a curse or just an emotional outlet, either way; it feels pretty good.

“But what if I don’t have all those incenses and oils and moonwater???”

Silly, just air out your house and clean it top to bottom using regular cleaning supplies!

If it helps, you can also say the following;

Your body left my house, 
Now, your spirits can too.
And by ‘can’ I mean ‘will’,
It’s time for all of you to leave.

You’ve worn out your welcome,
When you never had any at all,
Out the door with you lot,
Away you go, away!

May you never return here!
May you never come back!
I banish you from this threshold!
Now get the fuck outta my house.”

Me:*is the only one awake at 3am scrolling through tumblr,and hears a noise*

Also me:Hey demons it’s me ya gurl.

One (collective) good reason to watch Kabukibu!

(Among a few others like actually having an interest in learning more about the art and culture without needing to jump into heavy research first which is totally the case for me…)

Valuable life lessons from Kurusu Kurogo:

…on how ridiculous it is to let these outdated gender roles rule and define what you should be…

…that real strength is not exclusive to those who appear strong but can be found in all kinds of people and that it comes in many varieties as well…

…that you weren’t placed on this Earth to be put into one of two categories, the world doesn’t work like that…  

…and that you should value what speaks to your heart, not to some shallow perception of you…

…by ultimately, just being true to who you are.

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COUGHS "I'm just sick of being USELESS." -Richie God Damn Tozier

“I’m just sick of being USELESS.”

“Richie for the last god damn time, do the dishes!” Wentworth Tozier shouted up the stairs before leaving the house, making sure to slam the door on the way out so his son, who was lying on his bed listening to Nirvana, could hear him. Richie groaned and got up from his bed, turning the stereo off and lazily walking down the stairs. 

He hadn’t gotten a chance to see his father that day since he came back from work so early this morning and had now just left for a trip, but Richie could hear him all day.

“He’s useless, Maggie! Absolutely useless! All he does is sit in his room and listen to the crap, when is he gonna get a fucking job?” 

Richie licked his dry lips, remembering his father’s harsh words earlier that day. The sad thing was, Wentworth was right. Richie did just sit in his room all day, he did play loud rock music to drown out his parent’s arguing and the constant negative thoughts in his head, and he hadn’t wanted to get a job at all this summer. So he hadn’t. 

Richie walked into the kitchen and grabbed the washing up liquid and poured some into the sink before letting hot water fill it halfway. He let some of the pans soak for a bit whilst he scrubbed some of the other plates and bowls, grumbling to himself about his father and that he was glad he never got to see him. He didn’t know what to say to him if he did see him anyway. 

A loud ringing erupted from the hallway and Richie looked up to see a figure at the door, a short figure, and he smiled. He set the plates down and rushed over, yanking the front door open and opening his arms for Eddie to walk into.

“Ew, your hands are wet!” Eddie jumped back after feeling a sliminess on his back. “What have you been doing?”

“Washing dishes.” Richie shrugged. Eddie laughed as Richie let him in, shutting the door behind him.

“Richie Tozier doing the dishes? That’s a first.” Richie felt something twinge in his chest at that, and he frowned. Eddie teased him all the time, he did the exact same thing back. So why did it hurt this time? 

“You want any help?” Eddie asked, walking into the kitchen. “I thought we could play video games later but if you’re doing chores I’ll help you out in case you end up wrecking the place.” Another twinge. 

“Uh, no. It’s fine, Eds. I’ll do it myself.” Richie said, his voice a little quieter than it was a moment ago, and more down. Eddie frowned, but decided to sit at the small table in the kitchen and watch his friend do the washing up. Neither of them spoke for a while, which only made Eddie worry. Richie was always chatting, usually you could never get him to stop. 

“Are you okay, Rich?” Eddie asked after a while. “You seem…different.”

“I’m all good, Eds. You know me, I’m never down.” Richie looked over his shoulder at him with a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Eddie pursed his lips and leaned back in the chair.

“Something happened, didn’t it?” He asked quietly and Richie looked away.

“Just…Wentworth being Wentworth.” He sighed. “Nothing new.”

“What did he say?” 

“It’s not important. Hey, pass me a towel?” Eddie wanted to say something, but he stopped himself and reached over to grab the tea towel hanging near his head. Richie leaned over to try and reach it, but ended up slipping on some soapy water he had splashed onto the floor. They two boys watched in horror as one of the plates slipped from Richie’s hand and smashed onto the floor, breaking into hundreds of pieces and leaving both of them completely silent. 

“Oh, shit!” Richie cursed, bending down to start grabbing at pieces of the plate. 

“Richie don’t!” Eddie cried, kneeling down and trying to swat his hands away. “You need to wear gloves! Otherwise you’re gonna-OW! Fuck!” Eddie reeled back as he felt a piece of the plate Richie was holding slice open his thumb, and he winced as blood started to seep out and run down his wrist. 

“Shit, I’m sorry!” Richie exclaimed, rushing to get some paper towels and wrapping it around Eddie’s thumb. “Eddie, I didn’t mean to!”

“It’s fine, don’t worry, I just need to run it under some cold water is all.” Eddie said, but he gulped as he looked down at his thumb that was already turning the paper towel a deep scarlet. Richie stared at it before looking down and shaking his head. 

“Fuck, I’m so stupid!” He grumbled. 

“Richie, it was an accident!” Eddie said but Richie was already standing up and walking to the other side of the room.

“I can’t do anything right! First the dishes, now you! I’m just sick of being useless.” Eddie paused, feeling his breath leave his body.

“Is that how you think of yourself?” He asked quietly. “Useless?” Richie looked at the ground sheepishly as Eddie stood up and walked over to him.

“It’s…it’s something my Dad said earlier. To Mom. He said I wasn’t doing anything with my life, and he’s right. I’m not. I can’t do anything.” Richie mumbled, and he felt tears burn his eyes. Eddie stared at him for a long time, before reaching down with his good hand, and taking hold of Richie’s fingers.

“You are not useless, Richie. Please don’t ever believe what your Dad says. Because its all bullshit.” Richie looked into his eyes and sniffed.

“You think so?”

“I know so. Screw Wentworth Tozier! Just…carry on being you. Because everyone loves the real you. You don’t need to do dishes to prove that.” Eddie smiled and Richie smiled back. He let his thumb run over Eddie’s knuckles and the two laughed slightly at their hands clasped together. But it felt right, because Eddie always made Richie feel better. 


Before You Go ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

It was stupid. It was a really fucking stupid idea, and she knew it. As soon as Zach opened his mouth it was guaranteed that whatever came out would be an outstandingly bad idea. And it was.

Zach’s family was out of town, so naturally that was cause enough to have a kickback. Without much coaxing from Zach and Montgomery, she agreed to hangout with them and their friends. It wasn’t like her, not really. She didn’t partake in their idiotic endeavors. But it had been a rough week and she wasn’t doing too well. She didn’t want to talk about it. She just wanted to distract herself with bad ideas and bad influences.

“Since when do you hangout with them?” Jeff had questioned, his arms crossed over his chest tightly in a way that made the veins pop out.

“Me and Zach have always been friends, you know that,” She shot back, not wanting to have this conversation.

“Okay but you hate Bryce. You have literally referred to him as ‘everything you despise in this world’. And you’re not overly fond of Montgomery either,” he pinched the bridge of his nose in the way that he always did when he was frustrated and didn’t understand.

“I’m not asking for your permission. You’re not my third parental guardian,” she snapped, her tone a lot harsher than it should have been. He wasn’t being controlling, he wasn’t telling her not to go. He just didn’t understand why she wasn’t acting like herself.

“I know, and I’m not trying to be,” he sighed, his lips were pressed together tightly, “Before you go just tell me why. You’ve been acting different and now you’re hellbent on hanging out with people you don’t even really like that much. You know they’re not gonna get up to some stupid shit.”

“Bye, Jeff,” she walked away. Her voice was flat and her face was expressionless.

“Just be careful, please!” He called after her, but it went in one ear and out the other.

Why do we push away those who care the most and run all too willingly to those who don’t really give a damn? Maybe because when someone cares they make you confront the things weighing you down. Maybe because when someone doesn’t care they’re more than happy to encourage every rash impulse you have. Sometimes we don’t want to talk through our problems. Sometimes we want to drink a fifth of vodka and forget our own names.

The kickback had started out fine enough. All the usual suspects were there and it was chill. But then Montgomery noticed the two new golf carts parked outside. They were shiny and untouched, completely untarnished. That was an invitation, and an ominous one at that. Everything Montgomery touched turned to ruins.

It all sounded like so much fun. Let’s race the golf carts. What could go wrong? The better question would’ve been, what could possibly go right?

It was fun, at first. It was fun until she found herself on the ground, her head aching and everything blurry. The shrieking of metal rang in her ears as everything had come back into focus. They crashed. It wasn’t catastrophic, but there was damage— damage to the carts, damage to them.

Her face felt wet and her right eye felt swollen. She didn’t have to look in a mirror to know there was a gash on her right temple while her right eye was bruising. Suddenly she didn’t want to be there anymore.

Zach had, unsuccessfully, pleaded with her to stay. She wasn’t having it. She shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

So now she stands on Jeff’s front porch with a dish towel pressed against her temple, feet shifting anxiously. Zach had dropped her off since he had been relatively unscathed in the wreck, just a few superficial scrapes. Zach’s a good friend, but he’s a little dumb and very much not Jeff.

The door swings open, causing her to jump back slightly. The light leaking out from the opening causes her eyes to squint as her figure is illuminated, blood splotches and all. Jeff stands in the center of the doorway with a confused expression twisting his features until he registers what he’s looking at. He blinks hard in surprise, his lips parting to say something.

“Before you say anything,” she stops him, “I completely acknowledge that I’m a fucking idiot, and trust me, I hate me more than you do right now.”

“Babe,” he sighs exasperatedly, “ I don’t think you’re an idiot, and I could never hate you. But I am on the verge of a heart attack, so please come inside and tell me what happened.”

She nods in compliance, following him into the house. They walk up the stairs in silence. The house is empty except for them. She regrets every decision she’s made in the past twenty four hours. She gave up a night alone with her boyfriend to get in a golf cart wreck with Liberty High’s most infamous jocks.

They reach the bathroom and she hops up onto the counter, waiting for Jeff to finish collecting whatever it is he thinks will patch her up. She parts her legs for him to stand between as he reaches to take the blood soaked towel out of her grip.

He frowns when he sees the gash on her temple. It’s not too deep, but it still doesn’t paint a pretty picture. The bleeding has stopped but the bruising becomes harsher as time passes. The feeling of cold water being dabbed onto her temple is soothing, or maybe it’s just Jeff’s presence.

“We crashed some golf carts,” she says quietly, looking up at Jeff through wet lashes.

“Is everyone okay?” he asks, reaching for the rubbing alcohol. The cotton pad becomes saturated with the liquid before he brings it to her wound. The second it grazes her skin she lets out a hiss of pain, gripping the edge of the counter.

“Yeah,” she breathes out as the pain subsides, “Everyone is fine.”

“Did it make you feel better?” he inquires as he places a series of butterfly bandaids on her skin to close to gash. His voice is so calm.

“No,” she whispers, “It only made it worse.” She drops her head to rest on Jeff’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around his torso. He envelopes her in his arms, rubbing circles on her back with one hand and stroking her hair with the other.

“Then why’d you do it?” he asks softly.

“I’m so stressed and nothing is going right. I’m so tired,” her voice cracks as she bites back tears.The weight of everything hangs over her. It’s overwhelming and it makes it hard to breathe.

“You’re okay,” he coos, “I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry, Jeff. I’m so sorry,” she says into his shoulder as a few tears escape.

He pulls back to take her face between his hands, wiping the few stray tears making a trail down her bruised face. “You’re forgiven. Honestly you were forgiven the moment you showed up at my door. Just don’t shut me out, okay? Your problems are my problems and I don’t want you to ever have to go through anything alone.”

“I won’t,” she promises, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers against her lips as he presses his against hers in a soft peck. “I love you,” he echoes as he kisses her nose. “I love you,” he breathes as he kisses her forehead. He repeats it for each part of her face his lips touch.

“I am so lucky to live in a world where you exist,” she smiles serenely.

“Yo soy el afortunado,” he grins backs, “How about I run you a bath?”

“That sounds absolutely perfect. Boyfriend of the year award,” she gushes, kissing his face.

“Yeah well you’ve had a rough week and you could use some relaxation,” he rubs his hands down her arms before turning towards the bath, “also you smell like blood and dirt.”

She rolls her eyes, hopping off the counter whilst removing her clothing.”I’ll forgive you for that jab if you get in the bath with me.”

“Think we can both fit?” he arches an eyebrow.

“We’ll just have to get close,” she grins, tugging the hem of his shirt up to pull it over his head.

The warmth of the bath water caresses her skin as she lays with her back pressed against her boyfriend’s chest. Her eyes are shut as she lets the rest of her senses absorb how at peace she is in this moment.

“This is so relaxing,” she sighs, cuddling further against Jeff.

“Mhmm,” he hums in agreement as he dips his head to kiss her cheek, then her neck, then her shoulder. “How does your head feel?”

“Hurts,” she shrugs casually.

“Do you want me to go get you an ice pack?” he offers, concern dripping off the words.

“I don’t want you going anywhere. I’ll grab one before I go,” she assures, tilting her head back to kiss the base of his throat.

“Uh huh, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting you walk away from me twice in the same day. With your luck you’ll trip on the way out and break your leg or something,” he laughs as he shakes his head. She can feel his laughter vibrating against her back. It’s a nice feeling.

“You raise a good point,” she mirrors his laugh, “I’ve made enough reckless decisions for the night.”

“Exactly. So just stay with me.”

“I can’t turn that down. Thank you for helping me put myself back together.”


And just like that another truth became apparent. Sometimes we pull away from the people we care about the most. And sometimes we run towards the people who are blatantly bad for us. But in the end we find ourselves at the place that our heart recognizes as home.


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Massage Room (Ethan)

You sat quietly in the dimly lit massage room. Towels were rolled up neatly on the table, candles were lit, some nice plants were scattered about and all the oils were laid out on the table behind you. Since you had been stressed to the max at your new job, your wonderful friends thought it would be a great idea to treat you to a nice massage to try and ease some of the stress off of you.

Who were you kidding? Nothing could ease all the stress you were under. Being a first year intern had it’s ups and downs, you weren’t sure if you’d even survive to make it through the rest of the year. Everything nowadays was so cut throat and you just wanted to do your best to save your ass. Your friends couldn’t quite grasp that though.

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I finally unpacked some figs!

I moved several months ago, but it’s been such a crazy summer at work that I’ve put off doing certain things around the new house. Obviously, I unpacked the essentials first; clothes, dishes, cooking utensils, h&b stuff, etc. But now I’m starting to get around to unpacking the good stuff. The stuff that turns my house into more than just a structure in which I reside. The stuff that makes this place my home.

They’re a little crowded for now, but I will space them out more as I start reassembling my book shelves. I also need more horizontal space for my Kore kara no Someday NicoMaki pair, as well as the larger Alter Ghost Story Maki and Christmas Promo Nico and my two pairs of Nendoroids. I would put them all in the empty space in the upper right right, but I have CD racks that will go there eventually. 

New to my collection since the last time I posted pics anywhere on the net; YohaRiko! I definitely need more of this adorable pair. I may also change their positions so it doesn’t look like Yohane is walking into the side of the bookshelf.
Perhaps some day I may even get around to setting up my non-LL figs. Maybe… Someday…

Made this for dinner last night & it was A-MAZ-ING!
I’ve been following this Youtube channel for about a month now, but this is the first of their dishes that I’ve made. I can tell you now that it won’t be the last! The videos are very down to earth and easy to follow. They just want to make it easier for people to cook Korean food at home & I think they’ve accomplished that. :)
I just thought you guys might wanna check them out!
~Mama Sin

anonymous asked:

I've been making coffee for about 5 years now. When I first started, I hated doing dishes with a passion. But now, I'm at a store where I'm uncontested as being the best on bar, and I've hit a point where the dish pit is the one place I can sorta relax. I don't have customers yelling at me, I don't have a board full of drink tickets. It's just me and the water, and it's so zen. The dish pit has become my happy place lol

i feel that

anonymous asked:

hey could you please explain the whole thomas jefferson loves mac and cheese thing i don't UNDERSTAND

Ooooo boy this is my favorite thing to explain so here goes.

Thomas Jefferson, historically, really really liked mac and cheese, and he would often serve it as an entree at dinners in the White House and at Monticello.

He probably got the first exposure to macaroni when he was the US ambassador to France from 1785-1789, as it was originally a French dish. He had his slave James Hemmings (yes Hemmings) trained in French cuisine, and it was most likely James who first exposed Jefferson to the dish in the first place. Now, all this would have been fine if Jefferson hadn’t taken mac and cheese and served it AT STATE DINNERS.

So he brought it back from France and he is the one responsible for making it a thing in the US.

The funny thing is that there are historical records complaining about how terrible the mac and cheese was including probably the most famous one from 1802:

“Dined at the President’s…Dinner not as elegant as when we dined before…a pie called macaroni, which appeared to be a rich crust filled with the strillions of onions, or shallots, as I took it to be, tasted very strong, and not agreeable…It was an Italian dish, and what appeared like onions was made of flour and butter, with a particularly strong liquor mixed with them.”

Seriously Tjeffs, liquor, in mac and cheese? Anything to dull the pain of being a walking contradiction I guess.

So yeah, once everyone on the internet found this out it was all downhill from there, and now we call him Macman. His legacy is being shitposted about on the Internet and it’s fantastic.

Michael Meets Your Parents

request: hiiiii, I really love your acc:) could you do something with michael coming home to your family’s house for the weekend and he’s really nervous so he uses you to ease the tension if that makes sense haha and do you have a masterlist, because if you do that would be fucking amazing

a/n: i love nervous mikey <3 i hope i got this right! alsooooo masterlist here x

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Michael pulled up your car to your parent’s house, letting out a groan as he rested his head against the steering wheel.

“Babe, you’re gonna be fine. My parent’s will love you,” you said, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“How can you be so sure, Y/N? What if they find me annoying? Or if I irritate them?”

“You won’t,” you said, trying to reassure him again. “Now, open the trunk. We have to bring our stuff in.”

He sighed hesitantly, popping open the trunk as you hopped out of the car and walked to the back. You flipped the trunk open as you grabbed your duffel bag and took Michael’s out for him. A few seconds later, he got out of the car, too, letting out another exasperated groan as he looked at you and took his things.

“Relax, silly,” you chuckled, “they’ll love you. I promise.”

A small smile appeared on his lips, his eyes softening as he stared at you. You smiled back, cupping his face in your hands as you got on your tiptoes and kissed his forehead gently.

“I love you, Y/N,” he smiled.

“I love you more,” you said back.

He took your hand into his as you shut the trunk with the other. He glanced up at you a bit nervously, but you nodded at him reassuringly, making his grip on you tighten. He let out a deep breath as you made your way up to the front door of the house, pressing the doorbell gingerly as he tapped his foot.

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