hands of victory






Besides perhaps conspiracy theorists, who come to all the wrong conclusions, most people (including many witches and magicians) are unaware of the latent use of sigils in mass political movements and warfare. It is not impossible that some of the people who designed recognizable political symbols over the past hundred years have been occultists, but even if they weren’t, it is not unreasonable to recognize that such symbols often act as sigils regardless.

Many of us are likely familiar with the story of how Churchill’s famous “V for Victory” hand gesture may have a had an occult origin. Allegedly, Allied occultists (perhaps even Aleister Crowley) felt the Typhonian V symbol to be an effective counter to the forces represented by the swastika, which resembled the ritual sign known as the Mourning of Isis. This is an unconfirmed tale, naturally, but may well be true, even if only on the level of the collective unconscious. 

Born from roughly the same time period, the Kotwica (Polish for “anchor,” due to its shape), has a long and storied history. Not only was it used by those resisting the Nazis, but it also played a role amongst groups opposing the communist regime that followed. I personally believe that this is one of those symbols that acts as a latent sigil, and has been charged and cast millions of times in the cause of fighting tyranny and oppression.

The origins of the symbol resemble those of most sigils, to a degree. As one can probably see, it’s a combination of the Latin characters “P” and “W.” This is an abbreviation of the Polish phrase “Pomścimy Wawer,which means “Avenge Wawer,” and refers to the Wawer Massacre, where atrocities were committed against Polish civilians by the Nazis. A later association for the initials was “Polska Walcząca,” which means simply, “Fighting Poland.” It seems that the symbol has many different connotations. The majority, though, are centered around combating tyranny.

Perhaps the most interesting part of this story is the symbol’s initial dissemination. It was coined by Polish Boy Scouts who worked to sabotage Nazi efforts, and was summarily tagged everywhere. If you wander Warsaw today, you’ll find examples of it from that time period still relatively intact on walls and buildings. 

It is still used relatively frequently in a memorial sense, an thus, it is ubiquitous. Stories of early and later efforts to spread resistance via the symbol call to mind the 21st-century use of the LS linking sigil. Though some chaotes might find this disappointing, I would argue that the Kotwica is far more powerful than LS, mostly because of the sheer drive, emotion, and utter raw need behind it, both in its nascent forms and throughout the years.

In today’s world, I believe it is still useful, and likely just as effective as ever. The creators of this symbol may not have been occultists, but it is, in my mind, utterly a sigil against the rank forces of evil that infest this world.

Federal judge halts Trump’s immigration order — but only for those already here
The Trump administration can’t deport the people it’s currently holding in airports.
By Dara Lind

Federal judge Ann Donnelly has handed an early victory to the lawyers challenging President Trump’s executive order barring immigrants from several majority-Muslim countries.

Judge Donnelly announced during an emergency hearing Saturday night that she was granting a stay that would prevent the government from deporting immigrants currently detained in airports around the country.

The stay does not strike down the full executive order. It does not allow people to come to the US who are currently abroad. What it does is “preserve the status quo” for people who came to the US in the immediate aftermath of the executive order, after having been granted visas allowing them to legally come to the US (before the order was signed).

A Flirt

For the Anon who requested “a crossover of Criminal Minds and NCIS where the reader is married to Morgan and while meeting Gibbs’ team for the case Tony flirts with Reader and Morgan yells at Tony and started to being protective of reader around tony” 

You sat at your desk file open in front of you, fingers flying as you entered data points into a grid before transferring them to an online map. Reid usually handled the whole profile ‘map’ thing, but since he was in Vegas seeing his mother, and since you were still in Quantico on a home case you figured you’d give it a shot.

“I am the man!” You whooped, spinning around in your chair, with the intention of announcing your victory to your husband, Emily, and any other team members passing through. Instead you were met with several people you’d never seen before, all wearing visitor badges.

Your hands dropped from their victory stance and your mouth opened slightly as you cheeks flushed. You quickly stood from your seat, coming around the desk, trying to regain an air of professionalism.

“I, uh, Agent (Y/N) Morgan” You offered, looking the group over, “Can I help you with something?” You asked voice going up slightly in the end. No one told you that people were coming in for questioning.

“Why yes you are, and yes you can.” One of the men offered, giving you a charming grin. You raised an eyebrow him momentarily noting the the handsome face and at ease demeanor. A player for sure.

“I am.” You nodded, “And I will. But first I need to know who you are.” You replied easily, earning a smirk from the rest of the group. The man closest to you (not the flirt) was obviously the oldest, he nodded his head at you, producing a badge, holding it up for you to inspect.

“We’re NCIS. I spoke to your director earlier, about the Mulaney case.” You nodded, mouth going into a small ‘o’ as you glanced in the direction of Hotch’s office.

“Well, apparently I am the last to know, however, the man you’re probably looking for Agent…”


“Agent Gibbs, that’s his office there.” You pointed towards Hotch’s closed door and smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You expected Gibbs and his entire team to head in the direction you pointed them, and was slightly surprised when the other three people held back, looking around your office curiously.

“I didn’t know they let beautiful woman like you work for the FBI.” The flirty one grinned, leaning casually on the desk you’d previously been sitting at.

“They do when they’re as smart as she is,” Someone said from behind you and you rolled your eyes, feeling lips connect with your cheek, “Got you coffee, and a sandwich, baby girl. I don’t see us getting much down time so eat now.” You chuckled at the cheek kiss. Derek was not usually affectionate at work, but god he couldn’t miss an opportunity to stake his claim. “Hello, I’m Agent Derek /Morgan/.” He practically growled. offering his hand to the flirty man, causing his two teammates to grin and snicker.

“Agent DiNozzo..” He mumbled taking the hand, and you watched as Derek, you sweet loving and ever caring husband asserted his dominance over some poor man who never had a chance.

“Now if you’re done eyeing my wife, we’ll be holding a briefing in the conference room.” 

Turns out the NCIS team was going to be joining you on this case, and for most of the week it went as thus. DiNozzo purposely ignoring you. You purposely being extra friendly and attentive with DiNozzo, because you thought it was funny.  And Derek practically breathing down the poor man’s neck.

“I want (Y/N) and DiNozzo to go back and recheck all of the alibis, dig a little deeper, see if anything overlaps.” Hotch announced tossing an SUV key at you, which you caught with ease (thank you softball.)

“Hotch.” Derek grumbled, “I think it would be better if I went, let DiNozzo here take Reid to the morgue.”

“Yes.” Tony nodded, and you smirked, rolling your eyes. You put a hand on Derek’s arm, squeezing briefly, shaking your head.

“I’m fine, Hotch, we’re fine. Right DiNozzo?” You asked, and he again nodded his head.

“Yes, of course.”

“Right Morgan?” You asked, turning around and giving a smirk to your big old overprotective husband. He didn’t answer for a moment and you raised your eyebrow, challenging him to say no and admit he was being jealous.

“Of course, dear.” You laughed.

“Good.” You grinned, turning and starting towards the cars, “Come on DiNozzo.” With one more slightly worried look in Derek’s direction Tony took off at a jog after you, eyes focused completely above your head of course. Nowhere else. Never.

#55- No Foreplay (Sam x Rowena)

Requested anonymously for my kink list (master list here).

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: smut, rough sex

A/N: A pairing I’ve never written before! It was a lot of fun! Hope you enjoy! XOXO

“I told you, Rowena. That’s not an option.” Sam glares at her, trying hard to hold on to the temper he’s dangerously close to losing.

“And I told you, giant. It’s the only option.” Rowena returns his glare, every bit as heated as his own, and he sighs, defeated.

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Aro sighed. “That’s unfortunate. Such a waste.
Edward hissed. “Join or die, is that it? I suspected as much when we were brought to this room. So much for your laws.
The tone of his voice surprised me. He sounded irate, but there was something deliberate about his delivery— as if he’d chosen his words with great care.
Of course not.” Aro blinked, astonished. “We were already convened here, Edward, awaiting Heidi’s return. Not for you.

~ “Verdict”, New Moon, Stephenie Meyer

falling for you pt.5 (park jimin)

Originally posted by bangtanboysbutterfly

Type: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2009

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Yejin’s P.O.V.

“Yes! Yes! YESSS!” I screamed in joy, as I threw my hands up in victory.

AISH!! THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!” Jimin yelled in frustration, throwing the game controller to the ground. Staring at the screen, the scoreboard popped up, with me in the lead. Again. For the tenth time.

Grinning, I stuck my tongue out, shaking my head at Jimin teasingly as he pouted and whined cutely,“Yejin-ah! One more time!!” he begged.

Nope!” I said, popping the p with my lips, as I smiled at him smugly.

“YEJIN-AH!!! PLEASE!!!” He yelled, stomping his feet like a little kid.

Aish! You guys are so loud! !” An annoyed voice yelled from the other room. Trudging outside, Jungkook yelled at the two of them,“Yah! I’m trying to sleep!

His messy brown hair was sticking out in all directions causing Jimin and I to burst out in laughter at the sight of the boy before us.

Arghs!” he exclaimed, before he went and grabbed his jacket and shoes. 

Yah! Where are you going?!” I yelled as he reached for the doorknob.

“I’m going for a walk fo some peace and quiet outside since you guys won’t be shutting up anytime soon!” he huffed, as he walked out the door, slamming it shut leaving Jimin and I alone in the house.

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Good Lord! You bunch of whiny ass babies! Y’all losing your shit over something that hasn’t even happen yet!

Roman got a title shot at Roadblock. And? Y’all ain’t even like the title when it first came out; now it’s like the greatest thing ever. What? Speaking of titles, where is this sudden concern about the US title and especially Rusev? People cared more about Lana (and still do). If Rusev was so popular, why couldn’t the fans show him love when he was carrying the US Title?

Y’all say that Roman’s handed everything? Ok, then explain how KO got the title in the first. Triple H LITERALLY HANDED HIM THE VICTORY to get it. Were y’all even watching the match? But I guess it’s okay since it’s KO. (This ain’t a knock on KO. Mad respect for him. I’m just speaking storyline wise).

Raw needs start power for Roadblock and Roman draws. (and before you come blowing up my post, telling me I’m wrong, that’s your personal opinion. Regardless of you booing or cheering Roman, he’s still draws strong reactions. Plus numbers don’t lie. And on that, take your ass to Google and do your own research. Not my job to educate you.)

Roman should be defending his title but Creative has him playing sidekick and silent background player (AGAIN). Take that up with them instead of trying to clown Roman on his Twitter, only to have the King a-bomb your feelings.

Will Roman win the Universal title? Not sure. So what if he does? What’s the worse that could happen? Seth challenges him for a shot? Kevin Owens invokes his rematch clause? Jericho puts in a challenge? I mean…?????? Oh I know! Butthurt fans will get on social media and whine and trend #CancelWWENetwork and say that they will never watch WWE again only to come back Monday and Tuesday to see the fallout.

But hey…it’s whatever. Y’all say Roman’s predictable, but haters are just as bad. I can literally make a damn drinking game out of the shit you come up with when it comes to Roman Reigns.

i really and truly believe that we have to imagine a world in which hillary won in order to confront the problems raised by trump’s victory directly. what would able-bodied white people be protesting if we didn’t have to worry about our immediate liberties being taken away? that sounds like a stupid question so I hope i’m phrasing it correctly…i hope the answer to it is that there wouldn’t have been celebration and that people would still be angry, but I honestly don’t know. I wonder what the half of the country that had voted for trump would be doing right now if they hadn’t won. half the country voting trump is intolerable. a third of the country voting for Trump is intolerable. most of the country believing that Hillary is a significantly different candidate than Trump is intolerable. what I really fear is that if something does change, in the environment we’re currently in, it will be taken as “enough.” being handed appeasing, essentially meaningless victories is a tactic to diffuse our anger. if hillary had won, the structure, the things that don’t affect many of us (especially white, able-bodied citizens) would absolutely, unquestionably remain unrepaired. and there are a lot of people who have been activated right now and I think we need to always be asking what they’re working towards–is it “a world in which trump didn’t win?” because if so, that isn’t enough. 

Sasha marched in to Charlotte’s hometown and took back her RAW Women’s Championship. And to top it off, Ric Flair got to see his own daughter finally get her comeuppance and raise Sasha’s hand in victory. Perfect end to cap off a legit feud of the year candidate.

This is the end. It was the final chapter that was written. Now let’s all move forward and focus on fresh new feuds for both ladies as well as the rest of the division.

Residents in a government-held part of Aleppo’s Salaheddin neighbourhood watch as buses evacuate rebel fighters and their families from rebel-held neighbourhoods in Syria’s northern embattled city on December 15, 2016. A convoy of ambulances and buses left rebel territory in Aleppo in the first evacuations under a deal for opposition fighters to leave the city after years of fighting. The rebel withdrawal will pave the way for President Bashar al-Assad’s forces to reclaim complete control of Syria’s second city, handing the regime its biggest victory in more than five years of civil war.



Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 3,783

Imagine: The reader confronts Dean about his feelings for her, and when he refuses to admit how he feels, the reader gives him an ultimatum. 


A/N: Taking a little break from Night Falls to bring you some juicy smut, Enjoy.

You kept replaying it over and over, trying to figure out what went wrong.

You took your sixth shot, slamming the glass down before Dean and throwing your hands up in victory. 

“That’s four!” You yell, your voice echoing off the bookshelves.

You look across the table, the oldest Winchester pouting as he drops his glass in a clattering defeat.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waves you off and you roll your eyes.

“Sounds to me like someone’s a sore Losechester if you ask me.”

Losechester? Really?” His voice is deep and rough, and if you didn’t know him, you’d think he was angry.

“Well,” you lean back in your chair. “You definitely aren’t a Winchester, that’s for damn sure.” You snicker.

Dean just rolls his eyes at you, but you can see the slight smirk on his lips.

You push yourself out of your chair and stumble around the table, lowering yourself onto his armrest, not really thinking about what you’re doing, but not liking the huge space between you.

His dopey green eyes look up at you, a rare moment with your usual height difference. 

His hand finds you knee in a touch that would have been innocent enough had there not been enough tension between the two of you to ignite a room on fire.

You were so sick of the back and forth these past months. All the looks, the touches, every little thing he did to you, without ever doing anything. And with whiskey flowing through your veins, you can’t stand it a moment longer.

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What’s so frightening is that he ran a campaign based on hate, racism, misogyny, xenophobia and countless other things and the American public decided that it was ok to do that.

That its ok to touch women against their consent.

That’s its ok for gays to be “converted” against their will.

That its ok for millions of immigrant families to be looked down upon because they weren’t Born in America.

That as long as you are a white male in America you’ll be superior to anyone that’s more qualified than you

That its ok for police to stop you just because of the color of your skin.

We are moving backwards as a nation when we should have been moving forward. The demographics show that angry uneducated white voters handed him the victory because in many states a handful of people couldn’t suck up their own goddam pride and vote for the best choice for our country. Because people stayed home and thought “he can never win, why vote” this is on you and when you watch our economy tank and our relationship with other countries crumble. I want you to think long and hard about who you voted for. That when there is no one to keep Russia from expanding and killing millions of people in their stupid war. Those lives are on you. Your goddam pride. When millions of kids grow up without parents because they were deported, that’s on you. Who ever didn’t do their duty as a decent human being and voted for our way forward. This country has given me many opportunities, I was always proud to say I was an American whenever I traveled abroad. But now I’m so ashamed. What once was considered the epitome of society, the great America. Is now synonymous with hate and that is the most frightening thing of all.

Maxine has ruined my life in the best and worst way possible I’m 100% certain she’s out to put a dagger through our hearts and kill us off one by one whilst rubbing her hands together in victory