folded dollar

the signs as weird f. scott fitzgerald things
  • aquarius: the time he stood on a window ledge reciting poetry and almost jumped out
  • pisces: his foot fetish
  • aries: the time he threatened to jump out a window to prove his love for james joyce
  • taurus: finding out where hemingway moved to and showing up at his doorstep in the middle of the night drunk
  • gemini: the egg yolks he'd put in his friends' hats as a prank
  • cancer: leaving bowls of money out at parties for people to take
  • leo: the time his school paper publicly wrote about him, "will someone poison scotty or find some means to shut his mouth?"
  • virgo: only getting into college because he wrote the admission board that it was his birthday and they felt sorry for him
  • libra: eating ice cream for breakfast and fudge for dinner
  • scorpio: bringing a suitcase filled solely with coca cola bottles to work when he was trying to quit drinking
  • sagittarius: the time in the army he was caught naked with a girl by one of his superiors and tried to bribe him with a one dollar bill folded to look like a hundred
  • capricorn: when he dropped out of college he tried saying it was because of his tuberculosis but really he was failing every single class
[Ace attorney Dou] The paper crane (NaruMitsu)

A short doujinshi inspired by a scene in case 3-5 (Trials and tribulations - Bridge to the Turnabout).
“It was about more than 10 years ago when both Miles and Nick are still kids. Miles tried to fold a paper crane but he wasn’t good at it (actually he can’t even fold a dollar bill). Everyone tried to comfort him, but he would just sit there sobbing…
Then there came our Nick…”

Thanks for reading~

hunger - chapter 3

Hunger master post. 

Death and the wolf have walked in step for years now. Death wears Laura’s face, and smells of the fire. Laura lived for three days after the fire. Just three days. And then she died, and the alpha spark went with her. The wolf doesn’t know where it went. Maybe the moon holds it now. Sometimes the wolf looks at the moon and the moon whispers soft words of consolation to him. Sometimes he looks at the moon and it is cold and silent. He howls for the moon some nights, and some nights it listens. When he was a cub, the wolf believed the moon guided his paws through the woods at night, and lit the way home always. The moon saw everything, knew everything, and the moon loved the wolf and his pack. After the fire he turned his back on the moon so that he didn’t have to see her turn her back on him first.

Now, in the narrow, cold alleyway, the wolf stares up at the sky and wonders if the moon still knows him. He wonders if the moon still has a plan for him. He wonders if the moon brought him to Stiles for a reason.

Stiles wants to find home.

The wolf’s heart aches at the word.

Stiles wants to fix something, to make it right. The wolf knows that feeling as well. The frustration, the devastation. The hopelessness.

Death is silent tonight. Her face is pale and beautiful. More somber than Laura’s ever was in life.

Beside him, tucked in between the wolf’s back and the scant shelter the cardboard boxes provide, Stiles sleeps fitfully. He twitches in his sleep like a pup dreaming of rabbits. He makes odd little noises that prick the wolf’s ears, and digs his fingers into the wolf’s ruff for warmth.

All this time the wolf thought he needed to get his boy out into the woods so they could be safe, but perhaps that’s not what the moon intended at all when she led the wolf to Stiles.

Maybe Stiles is not a beginning, but an ending.

Whatever Stiles is here in Beacon Hills to do, then perhaps the wolf is meant to help him. Perhaps they’re not supposed to shake death after all, but to walk with her. Perhaps the moon will guide them both to a new home, in a place where it isn’t cold anymore, and there is no such thing as hunger and the world doesn’t smell like ashes.

Perhaps death’s embrace will be kind.

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god is smiling on me not only did the most worthless human at my job get his hours cut to zip but the manager in training got fired

she was always late or no call no showing i am SO HAPPY

and to top it off i had a lady call me an angel tonight and then a lady left me these folded dollar bills with a quarter shaped like a heart as a tip and she said i was adorable

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any money spells that I can make in a jar/ witch's bottle? (Preferably something easy to carry around or put on a necklace.)

mix rice flour, corn starch, powdered orris root, and some unpopped popcorn kernels and put it in a small jar then write a money attracting sigil on a dollar roll/fold it up very tight and also put it in the jar then cork off the jar and hot glue a small magnet over the cork. finally tie a green string around the jar and wear it


Featured Herb

Thyme (thymus vulgaris)

Folk Names

Garden Thyme, Common Thyme








clairvoyance, cleansing, consecration, courage, divination, dreams, exorcism, faeries, happiness, healing, love, money, prevents nightmares, protection, psychic development, purification, compassion, confidence, contacting other planes, grieving, magic, meditation, Midsummer, passion, release, renewal, rituals for the dead, Summer rituals, wishing Lore: Thyme has strong ties to faery lore. 

Magical Uses and Practices: 

Thyme is feminine in nature and associated with the element of water and the planet Venus. Thyme is also associated with Freya, Aphrodite and Ares.

Thyme can be used in spells to increase strength and courage.

When working hard to achieve a goal that seems unachievable, thyme can be used to keep a positive attitude.

Smudge your home with thyme to dispel melancholy, hopelessness and other mellow but negative vibrations, especially after a family tragedy or during a long sickness.

Place thyme beneath your pillow for a restful sleep and happy dreams and to prevent nightmares.

Faeries love thyme. Its addition to your garden will attract them and it can be used in spells to communicate with faeries. Thyme is associated with fairies and wearing a sprig of Wild Thyme, or essential oil of Thyme, is said to help one to see fairies. To see the fey, pick flowers from a patch of Wild Thyme where the little folk live and place the flowers on your eyes. If you place sprigs of Thyme on your closed eyes and sleep upon a fairy mound, this will also supposedly guarantee your seeing fairies. Dried, powdered Thyme, sprinkled on doorsteps and windowsills, is an invitation to the fey into your home. Wild Thyme, gathered from the side of a fairy mound, is especially potent for use in fairy magic.

Women who wear thyme on their person are irresistible to men, and carrying sprigs in your pocket aids in developing your psychic abilities. You can create a magical broom using thyme, to banish negativity, or burn some in a bowl to help boost your courage before confrontations.

Thyme is also a purifactory herb; the Greeks burned it in their temples to purify them and so Thyme is often burned prior to magical rituals to cleanse the area. In spring a magical cleansing bath composed of marjoram and Thyme is taken to ensure all the sorrows and ills of the past are removed from the person. Thyme can also be carried and smelled to give courage and energy.

Thyme is believed to be Lucky in two different ways, for Protection and Cleansing and to bring about an increase in money. When using Thyme as a Protective Curio to Stop Nightmares, folks burn it on charcoal and breathe the smoke. The best-known use of Thyme is in Money-Drawing spells.

Some people plant Thyme in their gardens, saying that as it grows, their money will increase. Others take a dollar bill, fold it around Thyme Leaves, fold it again to make a packet, tie it up with green thread, and bury the packet in the middle of a Crossroads on the night of the Full Moon.

When carried on the person, Thyme is thought to inspire courage, attract good health, and protect from negativity, such as at funerals or other sad or unpleasant occasions. Carry a sprig in your pocket or make a sachet. Thyme can also be added to the bath for purifying and mental clarity. Put a handful in cheesecloth and hang it from the faucet while the bathwater is running. 

History and Folklore:

Thyme was called thymos by the Greeks, which meant “fumigate” or “smoke”. This indicates that it was used as a smudging herb. The Greeks thought very highly of Thyme. It was mixed in drinks to enhance intoxicating effects and induce bravery and warriors were massaged with thyme oil to ensure their courage and restore their physical power. Women wore thyme in their hair to enhance their attractiveness. The phrase “to smell of thyme” meant that one was stylish, well groomed, poised, and otherwise attractive. 

Thyme is a Mediterranean native spread throughout Europe by the Romans. Their soldiers added it to their bathwater to increase bravery, strength and vigor. It enjoyed a long association with bravery. In Medieval England, ladies embroidered sprigs of thyme into their knights’ scarves to increase their bravery. In Scotland, highlanders brewed tea to increase courage and keep away nightmares.

Thyme was used as early as 3000 BCE by Sumerians as an antiseptic. It does indeed have impressive antiseptic qualities.

It was used as an embalming herb in ancient Egypt and was burned in other places as offerings to celebrate Rites of Passing. It was placed in coffins throughout Europe to ensure passage into the next world.

Household Use:

The tiny flowers will attract bees to your garden. Honey made from these flowers is highly prized.

Sachets of thyme hung in your closet or folded in with your stored clothes will keep moths out, and smells nicer than mothballs.

Oil of thyme can be used as a household cleaning agent as it is good germ killer and drives away pests. Just put a few drops in a spray bottle with 4 parts water to 1 part vinegar.

A strong infusion of thyme makes a great hair rinse for dark hair and repels head lice. You can add rosemary as well if you have problems with dandruff.

Medicinal Properties:

Thyme has been used as a cough remedy and digestive aid as well as a treatment for internal parasites.

The active constituent, Thymol, has strong antibacterial and antifungal properties and a strong scent that helps loosen phlegm and sooths the respiratory system. It is used in many over the counter cold remedies.

It is also used for athlete’s foot and hemorrhoids.

For internal use, steep two teaspoons of fresh herb or one teaspoon of dried herb in one cup of boiling water. Drink no more than twice a day, in the morning and evening, to relieve lung problems and dispel parasites.

A stronger infusion can be used as a mouthwash to treat sore gums, as a foot soak to get rid of athlete’s foot, a body or hair rinse for lice or dip a rag in it and use it as a compress for skin inflammations.

Thyme can also be added to massage oils and bath oils for the treatment of rheumatism and general aches and pains. These oils can also be used for colds and lung complaints.

Use oil of thyme by dropping into an infuser, or into a pan of boiling water and inhaling the fumes up to four times daily to relieve congestion. Never take essential oils internally.

Herbalist Nicolas Culpepper recommends using thyme as a treatment for whooping cough.

In The Good Herb, Judith Benn Hurley says that the oil found in thyme, called thymol, has “antiseptic and antibacterial properties.” She also points out that thyme is popular with aromatherapists because of its ability to heal respiratory ailments and coughs


Reminder that this conversation happened.
  • Edgeworth: What is this festive-looking ornament?
  • Larry Butz: It reminds me of art class in grade school. We used to have a lot of fun decorating the classroom with origami. Remember?
  • Edgeworth: W-Well, I...
  • Larry Butz: Oh, yeah...You never were any good at it.
  • Gumshoe: Really?
  • Larry Butz: Yeah, this guy was so bad, he couldn't even fold a dollar, let alone a crane. Everyone tried to comfort him, but he would just sit there sobbing.
  • Gumshoe: Really? I never would have expected that.
  • Edgeworth: Be quiet already! I'll never forget the shame of that day! You want a crane! I can now make a perfect quarter-inch crane without a single flaw!
Albert had lost it

Yesterday was pretty humid, and we somehow ended up spending most of our time outside. By 10 PM my hair was a strange and frizzy disaster. Late at some point that afternoon, Albert found a dollar. I took the dollar and folded it so that George Washington had no nose. Albert went insane. I think no-nose George may have triggered it. I blame the coffee! It tasted weird that morning! Albert spent his dollar on potato wedges from KFC, Tom got mac ‘n cheese, and I got ice cream cones from Sonic. Gavin wouldn’t eat anything. A few hours before we had been watching Voltron. They finally saw my favorite episode, the mermaid one.

Then we were taking pictures of my cat, so I have plenty of those now. Albert and Gavin were on the couch and tom decided to sit on top of them so I also have many pictures of that incident. Living in such a tiny town gets old when we can’t think of where to go. Between Albert laughing and the bugs biting us, we couldn’t think of anywhere to go that afternoon. I even asked some people but they didn’t seem to understand that we wanted AC. We stopped by Albert’s house for a bit and I saw Gromitt.  That was a nice opportunity to wash all of the ice cream off my face and shirt and bask in the cool air for a few minutes. At some point I saw my face and hair in the mirror and I was a walking disaster. How did my friends manage to stay good looking in this nasty weather?

With coffee and potato wedges I now realize that Albert is a fearless heathen who will stop at nothing to get more food. I am lucky to have survived.

Card Reading

Human AU
Characters: Francis, Arthur
Warnings: death mention
Words: 2592

Arthur felt as though ball bearings were ricocheting off of the walls of his heart. The shockwaves of each ta-ta-boom of his heart rocked his brain, making him feel dizzy and faint.

I can do this, he thought, opening the e-mail.

I saw your ad on the board in Cardinal.
I didn’t think anyone took stuff like that
seriously anymore, but I think I’d like to
give it a try. Getting my cards read might
be fun, and 5$ sounds reasonable. Is
tomorrow at 2 okay? If 2 isn’t good, then
maybe when I get back next month.
- Francis

“Everything will be fine,” Arthur said to himself. He told Francis that tomorrow at two o’clock would work just fine and to meet him in Bright Eyed, a coffeehouse on campus, next to the library.

He hit send and leaned back as his heart started pounding again.

What if this was a bad idea? Maybe he should never have put up those flyers. What had he been thinking?

Closing his eyes, Arthur used a meditation technique to calm down and then pulled out a deck of Tarot cards from the top drawer of his desk. He might as well get some practicing in before meeting this Francis.

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“I Wasn’t Expecting That” - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested by Anon: can you please make a liam dunbar story based on the song “I wasn’t expecting that” by Jamie Lawson

Word Count: 4,592

Warnings: Cancer, Death…. Get tissues. (I know that pretty much spoils some stuff, but I don’t care cause y’all need to be warned before reading this or you’ll be like my beta, who got upset I didn’t warn her before reading this, lol.)

Author’s Note: I cried while writing this. If you don’t cry after reading this, I have failed as a writer. // Flashbacks are in italics.

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by anajitssecret

Dr. Smith walked in and saw Liam sitting in a chair close to his wife’s bedside. His heart broke at the sight in front of him as Liam held on to her hand ever since she was put in the room. Liam never left her side and he couldn’t help but wonder how their love story began. A part of him didn’t want to ask because he knew he was going to be the one to break the news that their love story was coming to an end. Although Liam knew the doctor was in the room, he ignored him and looked at his wife asleep on the hospital bed, remembering the first time he laid eyes on her.

It was a warm summer night and the carnival was filled with families, friends, and couples in lines for rides and food. The smell of popcorn, funnel cakes, corn dogs, and dirt filled Liam’s nose as he walked through the crowded carnival with his best friend, Mason. Liam listened and nodded along as Mason rambled about his date with Corey the night before. Liam shoved his hands in his front pockets as they reached the end of the ticket line.

He turned around and saw a beautiful girl with her head rolled back and a hand resting on her stomach, as she laughed hard. The girl in front of her was laughing too, instantly drawing the attention of people passing by them. However, it was her sweet and innocent laughter that caught his attention. When they stopped laughing, Liam noticed the girl wiping her eyes from crying. She had a beautiful smile and Liam couldn’t help but smile too.

“Bro!” Mason’s hand waved in front of Liam’s awe struck face. “Are you listening to me?”

Liam snapped back to reality. “Yeah… I mean no.” He looked at the girl once more before looking back at Mason. “What did you say?” He asked confused.

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Conversation in car about Jaal taking a dollar and folding it into a shiv.

We keep forgetting he does this stealth stab move??

Take this dollar. It’s a snack dollar. For the vending machine.

Jaal. Jaal, no. It’s not a snack shiv…

[ 💀 𝓓.𝓢. ; @blackthumbed  ]

     — Damon was drawn in like a moth to flame by the way the dark haired girl played the instrument, her fingers dancing up and down the neck of the violin as she brought it to life, the bow floating and gliding over the strings so beautifully as her body swayed in time with the music that softly filtered out into the late New Orleans evening. The vampire watched appreciatively from the far curb across the street, a soft smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. He was supposed to meet someone in the bar behind him but with a little time to burn, he decided to drift across Bourbon street instead, enchanted by Clarke’s playing. The crony could waitwould if he knew what was good for him. 

The piano had always been his thing, but he could genuinely appreciate any sort of beautiful music, didn’t matter if it was piano, guitar or in this case, the violin. He patiently waited for the song to end before speaking, lingering close enough to be able to extend the folded hundred dollar bill for Clarke to take personally instead of simply dropping it into her case like any of the other listeners had done with their donation before drifting off in every direction resuming whatever they had been doing or wherever they had been going until they too had paused to listen. “You’re really good with that thing. But…the million dollar question. Do you know any piano?” Damon asked with a chuckle, his cerulean hues lit with admiration and mischief as he gazed at the human, a faint grin touching his lips and eyebrows lifting to punctuate the question. There was something odd about her, different. The vampire couldn’t place it but could definitely sense it in the way the hair on the back of his neck prickled in her presence. In the wise words of Alice Liddell— curioser and curioser. Not a witch, not a vampire. Hmmm…

Shopkeeper's Spell for Luck with Business

For those days when business is slow.

Items Needed:

  • A piece of green paper, fabric, or something else (it just needs to be green and you need to be able to close it or fold it up)
  • A dollar (or something similar, if your currency doesn’t involve dollars)
  • Coins
  • Some sort of fragrance oil or herbal-infused water (*cough* tea *cough*) that you associate with luck/money
  • Basil
  • Herbs you have available that are associated with luck or money (optional)
  • String, yarn, or something of the sort

Step 1) Take the paper (or whatever you used) and fold it in half, then in half again. Now, unfold it and lay it in front of you. There will be two lines on it now, splitting the paper into four sections.

Step 2) In the center, where the lines meet, take a bit of the oil (or whatever liquid you chose) and rub it into the center. You can use a lot or you can use a little, but a small amount is recommended because it will soak through the paper if you use a lot. You don’t want that.

Step 3) Take your herbs (basil included) and place them on top of where you put the oil. Then, do the same with the coins. Put a couple more drops of the oil on top of that.

Step 4) Fold the paper in half with all of that in it, then fold it in half again. Tie it up with the string so it doesn’t fall open. When you’re done with that, wrap the dollar around the whole thing.

Step 5) Say something that states your intent (i.e. “May business in my shop pick up soon” or “Let me make a sale in my shop soon”). You can chant it if you want, or you can just say it. Do whatever you like.
When you’re done, put the bundle in your wallet, purse, or wherever you keep your money.

*I’ve observed that this spell only lasts for a short term. It should be redone once you think that it has expired.*

On Hardison’s paintings

The painting of old Nate had started out as a joke, but after he’d finished it, Hardison found he couldn’t just stop there. He needed to have the whole set. So he painted them all; stunning Sophie, powerful Parker, enigmatic Eliot, even Hardison himself. Old Nate was blown up, but the other four portraits are still kept safely in one of Hardison’s safehouses.

Sophie’s portrait is the busiest, but your gaze is drawn immediately to her dark, smoldering eyes. She holds your gaze there despite the many paintings that hang in the background behind her, despite the expensive vases on delicate antique tables. It takes more willpower than you can explain to avert your gaze and take in the rest of the painting. She’s seated on a dark-red settee, twisted slightly to show off the curve of her body, her hands on her knees. At first, you think the glittering golden fabric covering her is a dress, but you notice her legs end in a fish’s tail, and you realize they’re scales. The portrait is titled “Siren Sophie”.

Parker’s portrait is much starker, almost empty compared to Sophie’s. In a silver rectangular frame, it’s background is completely black. Cutting through the darkness are bright white lasers, spreading out from the centre in a web-like pattern. At several places, a small origami fly is trapped in the web. Upon looking closer, you see they’re folded from 100 dollar bills. In the dead-centre of the painting is Parker, hanging comfortably from her rig. Her legs are bent underneath her, one hand on a thigh, the other wrapped around the dark chord above her to keep herself steady. She’s looking out at you with a half-grin on her face, like you’re just another 100-dollar fly she’s about to ensnare. A circular sign at the top of the frame reads “Spiderwoman”.

Eliot is the only one of the group who is not centered in his own portrait. Instead he stands to one side in his usual hitter-pose: arms crossed, feet firmly anchored, an unimpressed scowl on his face. What isn’t usual is his clothing: he’s wearing a long, dark golden cloak. A matching circlet is in his long, loose-flowing hair. He’s standing in the middle of a yellow desert, impossibly blue sky above him. In the centre of the painting is a huge pyramid, with two more in the background. The title is carved into the simple dark wood frame: “Sphinx Eliot”. You wonder idly what kind of riddle he would pose.

As weird as the first four paintings were, Hardison’s is the most unexpected. You’ve come to expect overconfidence from the boisterous geek. Maybe “Hero Hardison” surrounded by his favorite tech gadgets. You’re unprepared for the honesty you find in the hacker’s self-portrait. The painting looks like you’ve just thrown open the door to go outside. On the doorstep is a young, curly-haired boy that you hardly recognize as Hardison. The boy, dressed in a suit and bow tie, stares up at you with wide eyes. In one hand he holds a worn little suitcase. In the other is a slip of paper that reads: “Please take care of this boy”. The title is written on a similar slip of paper pinned to the top of the simple frame: “Alec Paddington”.