folded dollar

He Is

He’s video games
On a Tuesday afternoon,
And always checking
That my gas tank is full.
He’s the Lego catalog
That still gets
Delivered to my house,
Even though it’s never
Looked at.
He’s made of
Impeccable impressions
And stoic words.
He’s smart and funny,
Caring and kind.
He’s the wind
On stormy days,
And the sun
In the bright blue sky.
He’s a glass of
White wine
After a long week
And a shot of whiskey
When I can’t
Fall asleep.
He’s the slow dance
In the kitchen,
After I’ve finished
The dishes,
And the couch
In the basement
That comforts me
During a sad movie.
He’s the first snow fall
Of the year,
Untouched and bright white
Covering the roads
And sidewalks
Like a postcard
Sent home.
He’s quiet yet loud,
With a soft touch
And a gentle smile.
He’s the folded up
Dollar bill
In my glove compartment,
Protecting me
On my long drives.

He’s the beating
In my heart
Preventing me
From ever
Letting go,
And the blood
In my veins
Keeping me

He’s home.
He’s love.
He’s everything
I miss.


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

actualbird  asked:

literal Cheesy boyfs au where michael orders a pizza and christine jokingly adds in the "special request" bit "send your cutest delivery boy" and michael just goes along with it. Enter Jeremy, in all his blushy shy "uhhhh" glory and Michael blurts "they got the request /right/"

(rubbing my hands together, imagining jeremy in his little work uniform and dumb little pizza shop logo visor) yyyyeeeeeEEESSSSSSS

jeremy goes BRIGHT RED and is like “UH- YOUR TOTAL IS $16.74″ and michael sees his shaky hands and thinks “why are they having this dude out doing delivery”

but anyways he very very hastily hands christine the pizza and shoves his hands in his pockets, pretending to be searching for the money he put there earlier. “jeremy, yeah?” he asks, nodding towards jeremy’s name tag. jeremy nods jerkily and doesn’t really know what to do while he waits so he just kinda plays with the edge of the receipt. 

michael finally procures a couple bills and hands them to jeremy with a huge smile. “i’m michael.”

“yeah, it says that on the order,” jeremy very quickly replies, immediately tensing because oh my god why did i just say that what if this dude who thinks im cute hates me now- and michael lets out an utterly amused snicker.

“it sure does. thanks for getting the special request, by the way.” 

jeremy finally smiles at that, albeit very timidly. “i was the only one at the store,” he admits, his fist crumpling the poor sweaty bills in his hand.

michael feels a LOT at that statement, but is mostly overwhelmed because he is eating this guy and all of his little mannerisms and sweet little voice UP. “well, just right for me. hold on one sec.” he then dashes to harass christine for one (1) dollar bill and a sticky note, writing his number on the sticky note and folding the dollar around it. 

“here’s another buck.” for being so cute is implied, and somehow jeremy gets it.

“oh, um, thanks, uh, michael,” he says. he smiles another time at michael then escapes to the still-running car as quickly as possible without looking like he’s trying to escape.

he texts michael the next morning (because texting him when he got off of his shift at 2:54 am would have opened up an entire new door of anxieties and he just wanted to go to bed) with a simple “hey. this is jeremy” and by that afternoon he has a date on saturday.

[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…”

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Hiyaaa~!!! Can I request a smut/fluff set in a mafia au with BTS where you’re Tae’s favourite at a strip club or something along those lines, but you only dance for him and it turns into a make out session?? >///< thanks! (also best of luck to the admin going into exams!!!!)

Members: Taehyung x Reader (Mentions of Namjoon, Jungkook, and Solar of Mamamoo)

Type: Smut

Length: 1233

~Admin RatedM


“Ah, Mr. Kim! So nice to have you and your friends here again!” Your manager greets as Namjoon and the rest of the group sit at their reserved table.

“Thank you, Mr. Lee,” the mafia leader replies before ordering drinks. The rest of the group look around at the women dancing, definitely liking what they see.

“Hey, Y/N, isn’t that your sugar daddy over there?” Solar asks teasingly. I turn around and notice Taehyung, one of the members of the group the other people in the club seem to be avoiding. I smirk as I make eye contact with the infamous mobster. He looks at me with nothing short of hunger, and it sends a warm feeling in my chest and stomach. He hasn’t missed a week since he started coming here, and he’s always asked for me. I have to be honest and say I’m surprised. With a guy like him, there’s bound to be plenty of women who would want him. Yet, he chooses me every time. He must find me really attractive.

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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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to have a friend, chapter 1: $20

on ao3

hey so if you’ve ever been told you shouldn’t have two multichapter fics going at once you should listen to that advice. i’m just…really impatient. please don’t expect consistent updates from me, these are longer chapters and i’m a college student

thank you to my friend family for encouraging this and by that i mean my god stop encouraging me i have a problem!! but also thank you for putting up with me sending fake dating au prompts for like 3 hours.

this first chapter is very much a rewrite of the show from the computer lab scene until the end of the scene in the principal’s office. (im sorry but i had to get through this part before anything even mildly original could happen) therefore, it deals with anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts, and a suicide attempt. please proceed with caution! i put a summary in the end notes if that’s helpful to anyone!!

i hope you enjoy!!

Dear Evan Hansen:

It turns out, this wasn’t an amazing day after all. This isn’t going to be an amazing week or an amazing year. Because, why would it be?

Oh I know. Because there’s Zoe. And all my hope is pinned on Zoe. Who I don’t even know and who doesn’t know me. But maybe if I did, maybe if I could just talk to her, then maybe…maybe nothing would be different at all.

I wish that everything was different. I wish that I was a part of something. I wish that anything I said mattered, to anyone. I mean, face it: would anyone even notice if I disappeared tomorrow?

Sincerely, your best and most dearest friend

Evan squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

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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


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

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!

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

“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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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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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”.