have you a bread on you

There are (at least) two Jewish ways of encountering God.
The first is imitating God – doing what God does.
God clothed Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. So, we have to give clothing to the poor.
Just as God heals the sick, we must heal the sick.
Just as God buried Moses on Mount Nebo, we must tend to burying the dead.
Amazing, actually. The small things we do have major consequences.

There is a second way of encountering God.
It is being God’s partner — picking up where God left off.
 If you’re Jewish, have you ever considered how much you do in your Jewish life that is all about being God’s partner?
Just one example: saying a blessing over food.
We can’t recite motzi (the blessing over bread) over wheat. And you can’t recite kiddush over a cluster of grapes.

Here is why.
God makes wheat and grapes.
But people have to transform those raw materials into bread and wine.
But, my favorite way that Jews do the God-partnership thing is through the pursuit of justice.
(Lawyers and others involved in the legal profession: heads up).
As the Talmud states, “Every judge who renders a fair decision is like a partner of the Holy One in the act of creation.” (Talmud, Shabbat 119b).
The Talmud also promises that “a judge who decides a case in accordance with true justice causes the Shekhinah, God’s Presence, to dwell in the midst of Israel.”
By seeking justice, we can bring God into the world. 

—  Rabbi Jeffrey K. Salkin
20.

This one’s for you @blondielovesr5-blog 🖤

It had been what seemed like weeks in this small dark cell. You couldn’t tell day from night without any windows, and no one was willing to tell you how long you’d been locked up. Dwight would sometimes bring you food and water, but the food made you vomit, so you gave up eating until he took you plain bread instead. Looks like they needed you alive if he was allowed to do this.
You were just finishing off a piece of bread when there was a commotion outside and you heard Negan’s booming voice.
“Welly welly well, what do we have here?! You trying to save your little girlfriend?” He laughs. Could Daryl be here? The door flings wide open and Daryl gets thrown into the cell with you.
“There you go, now you can be together!” Negan points his bat at Daryl’s face, “you have just made her life ten times worse my friend.” Then he disappears and the door slams shut. You sit there cold, dirty and naked, and when Daryl sees the state you’re in he instantly takes off his top and slides it over you instead.
“You came,” you cry into him.
“Of course I did, why wouldn’t I?” He holds you close to him as he kisses your head then the door opens again and Dwight stands there.
“You’re coming with me,” he says, pointing at Daryl. “Take that top off, it’s not allowed.” You immediately take it off and curl up so he can’t see you.
“Let her have it, she’s freezing!” Daryl yells.
“No, it’s not allowed. Now move!” Dwight shouts, pushing him out of the room and shutting and locking the door behind them. You start to cry into your knees and can still feel warmth on your skin where Daryl held you.
Dwight shoves Daryl into a cell of his own and he was made to work around the sanctuary over the next couple of weeks. Every time he was let out, Negan would ask him the same question: who are you? And Daryl would always give the same answer: I’m Daryl. What Daryl didn’t know was that every time he answered, you would suffer the consequences. Negan had said that your life would be worse now because of Daryl, but you didn’t realise just how bad it could get.
Dwight would stand guard as you were kicked and punched by other men, then left bleeding in the cell. After one beating you tried to talk to Dwight and get some information out of him.
“Where’s Daryl?” You croaked out, holding your nose as it bled.
“He’s in the next cell, he works for us now.”
“Why does this keep happening?”
“All he has to do is say he’s Negan, like we all do, but he won’t. Negan punishes you every time he answers incorrectly.”
“Please, please give him a message Dwight.”
“If Negan catches me, I’m dead.”
“Please, if you can, tell him he needs to say it.”
“I can’t promise anything,” he says, and leaves you with some fresh water and a cloth for your nose.
“Thank you Dwight.” He shuts the door and you try and stem the bleeding until it eventually stops. The next day another strange man enters your cell, but this beating is different, there’s no hesitation and it lasts a lot longer too. Dwight eventually opens the door to check on you and finds you unconscious with the man about to kick you again.
“Stop! No more!” He shouts. Negan hears Dwight’s shouts and rushes over to your cell.
“What’s going on he- WHAT THE HELL?! Dwight, take her to Carson, now! And as for you, you’re going to find out what happens to people who cross the line and break the rules.” Negan pushes him out of your cell and downstairs where he gathers everyone around, including Daryl.
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, this man was caught beating a woman half to death earlier,” Negan starts, swinging Lucille up onto his shoulder. “That is so not cool, I need to show him just how not cool that is.” He then turns to the fire burning to the side and picks up an iron from it, and immediately crashes it to the man’s face. Screams fill the warehouse, but eventually come to an abrupt stop when the man passes out. Daryl stands there knowing he’s talking about you, and wants to run off, but knows he can’t.
Dwight sits with you as the doctor looks you over.
“She has several broken ribs and severe bruising all over. She won’t be leaving here for a while, and is absolutely not allowed to go back in that cell,” he explains.
“I’ll go let Negan know. Can you make sure she’s not pregnant or anything?”
“I will, don’t worry.”
Dwight finds Negan putting Daryl back in his cell after clearing up the mess he made with melting the man’s face off downstairs. Negan shuts the door and Daryl can hear them talking about you.
“She can’t leave the infirmary for a while, she’s got broken ribs and bruising everywhere. I’ve asked him to check if she’s pregnant, just in case.”
“Jesus Dwight, what sick fuckers did you let go in there? If she’s pregnant, I will hold you personally responsible for that. Fuck! I’m going to see Carson myself.” Negan storms off and Dwight hangs around by Daryl’s cell for a bit until the coast is clear then opens the door a little.
“Daryl, just say you’re Negan man. You’ve gotta. Negan only punished (Y/N) because you didn’t say it.”
“He did?”
“Yeah. Just do it once. I’ll try and let you know how she’s doing when I can.” With that, he chucks one of your hair pins in the room and shuts the door to run off to find Negan.
“She’s not pregnant and there’s no sign of trauma there either,” Carson tells Negan.
“Well thank fuck for that, otherwise we would have lost Dwighty boy! Okay, just fix her up and I’ll think of something.”
“What do you want me to do Negan?”
Dwight asks as he comes in at the end of the conversation.
“Just stay out of my way Dwight,” Negan sneers as he points Lucille past him and moves him to the side with her. Daryl is in his cell, sobbing over your hair pin Dwight left with him, spots of blood covering it. He gets angry, at himself, at Negan and at Dwight, and starts punching the walls. The hair grip falls from his hand and he frantically gets on his knees to search for it. Once he’s found it again he holds it up to the light that filters through the keyhole, then starts fiddling with it in the lock to see if he can open it. It springs open after a few minutes and he checks to see if anyone is around. Once he sees it’s clear he runs out and tries to find you. He hides in doorways and around corners where Negan’s people are patrolling, then sees the doctor’s room and you laying there on a bed.
“(Y/N), (Y/N), you need to open your eyes, please baby, open them up,” he whispers, stroking your hair, trying to wake you up. You groan in pain as you become more conscious and your eyes slowly focus on Daryl’s face.
“I’m getting you out of here now,” Daryl says, lifting you up and carrying you out. He gets out to the yard and suddenly Jesus jumps down from a fence in front of you both.
“Daryl! (Y/N)? What happened to her?”
“Let’s just get out of here first yeah?”
“Of course,” Jesus helps Daryl get you over the fence and to his waiting car. You arrive at the hilltop and they help you to the doctor there, and he gets you hooked up to a drip and some painkillers.
“Daryl, what happened back there?” Jesus asks as Maggie comes running in just in time to hear the answer.
“They beat her, because of me, it was all my fault. I didn’t realise what they were doing. I heard Dwight say she has broken ribs and bruising. They were gonna check if someone got her pregnant,” he breaks down as he says the last word, and Maggie wraps her arms around him as he falls to the ground.
“It’s not your fault Daryl,” Jesus says, looking over at you laying on the table.
“It’s not, and you need to be strong for her now, because it’s going to take a while for her to recover and she’ll need you more than ever. The doctor told me she isn’t pregnant,” Maggie continues.
“Thank god. She needs someone better than me,” he cries.
“Don’t you dare say that. Do you really think she’ll want anyone else?” Maggie asks. “She won’t, and you know it. I’ll get you some food.” She exits with Jesus and tells him to keep an eye on Daryl as she goes off to get dinner for him. Daryl sits on the floor next to the table you’re laid out on, then he hears you grunting as you start waking up again.
“(Y/N), it’s me, Daryl. How are ya feeling?” He asks after jumping up and stroking your face with his thumbs.
“Hmm. Dar-”
“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” he says, holding your hand. You squeeze it and a small tear falls down your cheek. “No, no crying, you’re safe. We’re with Maggie, you’re okay.”
“Thank you,” you croak.
“Thank Jesus, he was there.”
“Jesus, I like him,” you whisper, smiling a little.
“That’s what I wanna see baby,” Daryl smiles through tears as he runs his hand thorough your hair. “I love ya so much (Y/N).”
“Love you too Daryl,” you say as you close your eyes and go back to sleep.

@jodiereedus22

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Tagged by this lovely person  @ginger-ninja-bread

Relationship Status: 
I am part of AN EXCLUSIVE CLUB
Where only two of the members have SPECIAL RINGS

Favorite Color:
Mint/Teal and Pink. Also brown. Icecreamy colours. 🍦🍬

Lipstick or Chapstick?:
Beauty Baekerie lipwhips let me smooch doggos without leaving little lip smacks all over their precious doggy heads

Last song you listened to:
my nerd husbando put his anime theme song spotify playlist on for me. We drove home singing along to the YOI OT. 

Last movie you watched:
In cinemas: GotGv2
Sitting at home, looking for something to have on in the background: Sandy Wexlar (it was actually pretty good, and survived the Adam Sandler Vortex of Ugh)

Top 3 Characters:
what kind of qUESTION?? Fffuhgh??
I’m really bad at answering these so have my favourite family of 3


Top 3 ships:
I answered this recently, actually!

Books and manga you are currently reading:
I’m going through the Tokyo Ghoul manga, and I’ve got the first Mistborn book on my desk which I keep meaning to start. Also my friend lent me a book on the folklore and symbolism of plants so I could draw some flowers.   

Top 5 Musicals:
The Original PokéRap, five times over

I’m tagging:
oH jeez no one has to do this if they don’t wanna
@atelierabintra @bringsyouwings @raccoongalaxy @lady-yomi @saerino @olliebatcat @logan-niblock @eden-ki@theivorybones @torturebunni

bona--mana  asked:

What's your favorite food/dessert, Pidgy?

OHHHH~!!! (O ///w///O) i~i’d like to lie and say it’s something cooler… but.. i’ts toast!!! (-^   O ^-) i LOOOVVEEE tasty bread!!! so toast it~ smother it in butter and OMGGGG!!! YES PLEASE!!!! bonus points if it has garlic salt and parmesan cheese sprinkled on it!! double bonus if it has that and THEN you BAKE MORE CHEESE ON IT!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

which brings me to my favourite dessert… ha~have you ever had… TOAST BOX?!?!? (oO ////w////Oo) it’s toast’s gift to everybody!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

basically~ you take all the sexy, delicious, over-the-top goodness of Japanese style parfaits, and STUFF IT INSIDE A TOASTY HOLLOWED OUT LOAF OF BREAD!! EXCUSE MEEEEE~!!! (7O   {  } O)7 GIFT FROM THE GODS?!?!? plus… (-^    w ^-) it’s super huge! and you have to share it with friends!!! so it’s a super fun food to have on an outing with your peeps! <3 *and now is thinking about peeps* mmm… peeps… <3

5 ft Catastrophe

­­­­­In a world of arbitrary items

People often mistake me for a

Humble butter knife.

And I am very, very bad

At prefacing the evening

With a warning sign (I almost never do it)

The result is men will grip

Me carelessly

And press me to their skin, not expecting

It to hurt.

And when I come away drawing blood,

They act shocked

And betrayed, but didn’t anyone ever teach you

Not to play

With knives?

I have a serrated side.

The metal in me is jagged, and

Unforgiving, and

I have been known to slice through things

Much thicker than bread.

The truth is

I am afraid to tell people

About the cobra in me.

That you can hold me like a garden snake, but eventually

I will coil and strike.

In the moment, I am all claws

And snapping teeth

But the second the door shuts behind you,

I dream I am

More rose than thorn,

More feather than boa.

That the right hands

Will know how to wield 

Napoleon’s sword

When they see it.

ask-the-icelandic-little  asked:

Fun fact! It seems I posses the ability to understand romanian unconsciously. I listened to two romanian friends talk and when one left the room I said "I still have bread left" without knowing the context of their conversation. Apparently they where in fact talking about breakfast and I helped them out. From there on out they only talked romanian around me and I apparently guessed it all right, despite me never having heard romanian before.

Hmmm, unfortunately this doesn’t quite fit on the Ambassador topic, but I love how you yield the intuition to understand people! And the fact that you can understand Romanian without having heard it before amazes me and makes me happy!!

anonymous asked:

DL x YR?:3

To put it bluntly, she’s awful at cooking. He knows Ara’s tendency to be clumsy can make the final products seem off putting but… he didn’t realize it was so serious.

It isn’t until the Dreadlord finds Ara scrambling to put out a fire did he understand the full extent of what harm her trait brings.

“You… burnt the bread.” Ciel notes. Ara giggles nervously laughs as she presented it.

“…Is that half a slice of apple?”

“I mean, I thought apple bread existed, and since you seemed to like being called breadlord, and this seemed easy, so-” she scrambles to form a reason, stumbling on her words.

“Ara…”

“I’m just… kinda bad at cooking.” Ara concludes, rubbing her head anxiously.

“Bad… I wouldn’t say that.” Ciel chuckles. “Anyone can cook, Ara. Nobody typically gets it right without any directions, though,” Ciel states, having remembered his times with Verni. He wasn’t that great at cooking either back then. Yet look at him now.

“You’re just… a little clumsy. How about we bake something together?” he flashes a smile. “Get 4 cups of flour.”

Growing Up German
  • Always getting a free slice of sausage at the butcher
  • Hearing stories where people violently died as bedtime stories
  • Closing your eyes when the Sandmännchen throws his sand so you don’t have to go to sleep
  • Making your own ice cream with Fruchtzwerge yoghurt
  • Benjamin Blümchen Cake
  • Singing a song about chinese people playing contrabass
  • “Fisher Fisher how deep is the water?”
  • “Don’t throw snowballs, one time a girl got a snowball with a stone in it in her eye and she went blind!”
  • “Charlie Chaplin went to Frankfurt…”
  • A depressed bread called Bernd
  • Knowing like 2 people who can pronound the English “th” properly
  • Humilating unathletic students in front of the whole school a.k.a. Bundesjugendspiele
  • “My grandma rides a motor bike in the hen house.”
  • Toggo Tour was like Coachella for German kids but you could never go cause they never came to your town
  • “cat toilet, cat toilet, yes that makes the cat happy”
  • “Space Taxi to the sky!”
  • “Now in every 7th egg!”
  • “Get [insert stupid ringtone here] in the Jamba Sparabo!”
  • Is it der, die or das Nutella?
  • Having friends in other states is difficult cause they’ve got school holidays when you’re still in school and vice versa
  • “Of course with the Mouse and the Elephant”

If AO3 had an “if you liked this story, you’ll probably like this one” recommend feature, I would probably never leave my house again.

greysasksendinblog  asked:

If possible please show off some more of pet shops SSStier bullshit nonsense. People need to know this bird is NOT NICE

ye, so there’s a plethora of reasons why petshop is considered “petshop tier”, and is usually super-duper banned when the game is played competitively, probably a lot more than i’m aware of but i’ll tell you what i can

much of petshop’s bullshit revolves around this move right here, these ceiling icicles. it’s performed by holding down Light, Medium or Heavy and releasing. all 3 can be held down at the same time

these icicles hit high, is an important thing to keep in mind here

being able to charge up these icicles by holding down the buttons you’re not currently using basically means you always have some way to apply pressure and scare your opponent into blocking, which is what you want because that means you can do this shit

if timed properly there is zero way to block this, and it leads into petshop’s basic bread-and-butter combo

did i mention his bread-and-butter combo does 100% damage, by the way? because that’s a thing, and is probably the #1 reason he’s banned

if his opponent isn’t in the corner he can’t do the unblockable high/low shit as effectively, but he can still get left/right mixups thanks to his “teleport”

but even without this “teleport”, the icicles still leave him with an effective way to keep the opponent away from him, and SPEAKING OF

his keepaway can be really strong and really annoying, because his primary projectiles are done with the Stand button, i.e. NOT any of the buttons used for his ceiling icicles. this allows him to use both at the same time, and it can make him really hard to approach

capcom must’ve been at least somewhat aware of how good he was, because petshop’s projectiles do not deal chip damage. that’s not much of a fix when his actual combos do 100%, but it does at the very least incentivize him to come to you when you have a life lead. this is what you want, because if you hafta chase after him you’re gonna hafta wade through a minefield

petshop also has crazy mobility, moreso than any other character. he can freely fly around (he has no jump, though), dash in 6 directions and can pretty easily escape from danger when he manages to get trapped in a corner. it’s a big problem. 

he also outright avoids a decent amount of low attacks just by floating there, so he can be hard to even land hits on once you DO get close enough, especially if your character’s reliable combo starters happened to be lows

a character having one or two of these qualities would be great, but petshop has all of them. he can do whatever the fuck he wants and there’s not much anybody can do about it. my advice is to main petshop–that’s what i did!

i probably missed some shit, truth be told i’m not super knowledgeable about this game (or jojo in general). if anyone wants to know more, i recommend asking @grooveonfight, they can tell you a lot more than i can!

As you can tell from the quality, I guess you could say art block has me burned out :’D (lol get it? Burned? Like toast? XD hahaha help me)

*throws this into the void and curls up in shame in her corner of Shay’s breadbox until Royai week*

Bonus:

D&D Curses

There are initially four different ways to use the Bestow Curse spell in D&D 5e. Those are as follows:

  • Disadvantage on ability checks and saves for one ability score
  • Disadvantage on attacks against you
  • WIS save or do nothing during a given round
  • +1d8 necrotic damage when you damage them

The spell normally lasts for a minute, but if cast with a 9th level slot, it lasts until dispelled, which is worth noting because the best curses last until dispelled. if cast with a 4th level slot, it lasts for 10 minutes. A 5th level slot is 8 hours. A 7th level slot is 24 hours. These all have their uses for creative players, but the best part of the spell by far is the encouragement to invent your own curses, which many players and DMs have taken as a challenge for their own creativity. So while it is certainly not new, it’s my turn to take a crack at it!

Unique Curses

* - A curse marked with an asterisk is a 9th-level only curse due to its powerful detriment or long-lasting nature. But who is to stop you from enchanting an innocuous item with such a curse?

  • Hair Growth/Loss: You are cursed to grow hair at a rapid rate for the duration of the curse or else lose all of your hair (it grows back after the curse ends).
  • Mute/Deaf/Blind: You are rendered either mute, deaf, or blind for the duration of the curse.
  • Forbidden Speech: You are cursed to never speak about a certain subject, topic, or word for the duration of the curse.
  • *Rapid Aging/Deaging: You are cursed to either age by one year each day, or to grow one year younger each day. After you reach your final day, you die.
  • *Phylactery: Your fate becomes tied to a creature or object. If the creature or object is slain/destroyed, you die as well.
  • Ugliness: You are cursed with horrible deformity for the duration of the curse. You have -5 on Persuasion checks and Deception checks for the duration and are easily noticed and shunned by most humanoids of any race.

image source: Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn

  • Possessed Limb: One of your limbs (usually an arm) acts on its own for the duration of the curse, usually attempting to harm its host, harm others, or sow chaos.
  • Petrified Limb: One of your limbs becomes petrified and is unable to be used for the duration of the curse. It could turn into any solid mineral like stone, iron, glass, salt, or gold. Any damage it takes is retained once the curse is lifted.
  • Funny Looking: For the duration of the curse, anyone who you attempt to communicate with bursts into uncontrollable laughter. This does not prevent hostile creatures from attacking you, but prevents them from speaking.
  • Lichsight: For the duration of the curse, you can see the spirits of the dead. Whether real or illusory, you cannot communicate with them and you must make a WIS saving throw each round or become frightened and run in a random direction or cower in place (50%/50%).
  • Butterfingers: Each round while the curse is active, you must make a DEX saving throw. On a failed save, you drop whatever you are holding and cannot pick up or hold anything for the rest of the round.
  • Forgetful: You have a tendency to forget things. During the curse, whenever new information is revealed to your character, you have a 50% chance to not be able to remember it, even after the curse has ended.
  • *Lady of Shalott: You are doomed to die if you ever lay eyes directly upon another being, and must therefore look at the world through a mirror and avoid direct sight of others. The difficulty of maneuvering a hand mirror or the necessity to close your eyes effectively makes you blinded while in combat, imposing disadvantage on attack rolls.
  • Stingy: During the curse, you must make a WIS saving throw whenever you intend to part with money. On a failed save, you opt not to spend your money on it. You cannot make another such save for the same purchase, even from a different seller.
  • Empty Coinpurse: You are compelled to buy things until all of your wealth has disappeared. You will even go so far as to barter your own goods once out of money. Whenever you find something for sale, you must make a WIS saving throw. On a failed save, you will do anything you can to attempt to purchase it or trade for it. Only if the seller refuses three times will you give up.
  • *Baleful Polymorph: You are transformed into a small creature or tiny animated object for the duration of the curse. You retain the ability to speak using a disembodied voice emanating from the creature or object, usually paired with animation like a moving mouth (if a creature) or a mouth-shaped part (if an object; like a book opening and closing its covers and such). You can move with a move speed of 10 ft. per round if an object.

image source: Star vs. the Forces of Evil 

  • Talking Tumor: You grow a tumor-like second head that can speak that embarrasses, berates, or otherwise annoys and inconveniences you. It has +6 for Persuasion, Deception, and Intimidation checks, helping it be a complete jerk.
  • Evil Aura: Plants within 15 ft. of you wilt and turn brown or gray and animals within 60 ft. feel afraid or threatened by you for the duration of the curse.
  • Bad Taste: Eating food or drinking water causes you to become poisoned for 1d6 hours, or for the duration of the curse.
  • Bad Luck: Whenever you have advantage for the duration of the curse, you instead have disadvantage.
  • *Prophecy: You become destined to die under certain circumstances. Whenever it is possible for those circumstances to be met, you must make a relevant saving throw (falling boulder? DEX save. Poisoned apple? CON save. etc.) or begin dying. The victim cannot be threatened by the curse more than once every 2d4 hours. The curse will take increasingly convoluted measures to try and make the prophecy come true the longer the curse lasts.
  • *Guardian: The victim is polymorphed into a hostile creature of CR 6 or less. The victim is given some sort of command like guarding a location or spreading suffering, and will continue to do so until the curse is lifted or they are slain. They revert to their regular form if they are slain. The victim cannot communicate and is hostile to all creatures. The creature becomes immune to the charmed condition.

image source: Sleeping Beauty by Henry Meynell Rheam

  • Slumber: You fall into a deep slumber and cannot be awoken until the curse is lifted.
  • Eternal Rest: If slain while under the curse, you cannot be resurrected by any means even after the curse fades.
  • Phantasm: You believe that you have been polymorphed into a small creature (like a toad or chicken) and act as such for the duration of the curse.
  • Unquenchable Thirst/Hunger: You feel eternally hungry and thirsty. You must make a WIS saving throw whenever you encounter food or drink, no matter how dangerous or questionable it might be (swamp water, obviously poisoned food, moldy bread, etc.). On a failed save, you consume it.
  • *Obedience: Whenever someone you can understand issues a verbal command to you while you are cursed, you are compelled to obey. You may attempt a WIS saving throw to resist a given command for one minute.

Hold your tongue! (Ella Enchanted)

  • Magical Immunity: You become immune to nonharmful spells for the duration of the curse. Spells cast by enemies or damaging spells still affect you, but healing spells and buffs do not.
  • Unhealing Wound: A wound you have will never heal. Your maximum hit points are reduced by 2d4+the caster’s spellcasting modifier. This curse cannot reduce a creature’s health to 0 in this way.
  • *Wandering: While under the effects of the curse, you are compelled to wander. Each day at dawn, you must leave and never return to the same city/town or 2.5 mile radius (if in the wilderness).
  • *Deadly Descendants: All of your descendants are cursed to kill their birth parents, whether intentionally or not.
  • *Lonliness: You are cursed to die alone. Anyone you become romantically close to or close friends eventually leaves or dies or meets a horrible fate.
  • *Gargoyle: You are petrified during the daytime and return to normal at night for the duration of the curse.
  • Voyager: You cannot set foot on dry land for the duration of the curse, taking 1d6 psychic damage each round that you do.

Removing Curses

Yes, there’s always a Wish spell or a Remove Curse spell, but I often believe that if any cleric can remove a curse it undercuts the drama of the punishing spell. Instead, use an alternative way to remove the curse. Most of it depends on how the curse was placed and the reasoning behind it. For instance, if you refuse to give a gypsy shelter from the cold in your luxurious castle, you might get transformed into a beast until someone falls in love with you. Here are some ways that one could feasibly break a curse (if the situation allows).

  • Give back an item that was stolen from the caster
  • Complete a quest or mission for the caster
  • Kill the caster
  • Pass the curse onto someone else (through some deliberate means like a handshake or kiss or losing a wager)
  • Seek out a powerful extraplanar being
  • Seek out special magical ingredients for a cure
  • Find a loophole in the wording of the curse (either through tricky wording or by finding a liminal loophole. “No man of woman born” could exclude a man born by C-section. “Neither day nor night” could exclude twilight)
  • Change your alignment (an evil or chaotic character learns to be good or lawful.)
  • Change your ideal or traits after learning some sort of lesson
  • Overcome one of your flaws.
  • Let the curse run its course instead of fighting it.
  • Find true love/True love’s kiss etc.
  • Prove your worth to the caster
  • Atone for past sins
  • Selflessly risk your life for someone else
  • Convert a creature to worshiping the caster’s deity
  • Avenge the caster

image source: Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Feel free to use this list and add to it your own ideas for curses! There are so many possibilities that it’s never out of the question to find a new curse that uses arbitrary magical rules to drive the plot of a story. I guess that makes curses the sitcoms of the fantasy world.

anonymous asked:

I like Mary. I think she's awesome. I don't see why she has to be evil.

Oh, boy, okay.

Listen you can like Mary all you want – I loved her too before the fucked up her entire story arc – but her entire arc was building up to be a villain, and a badass one that was going to go down with a fight. 

I’m REALLY not trying to be pedantic here, Nonny, but asks like this force me to pull out receipts, all of which I’m sure you’re not going to read, because who likes to be proved wrong, but I digress. I always end up sounding more harsh than I am when all I want to do is educate you on my perspective and what the narrative is teaching us.

THAT’S Why she’s a villain. When a character kills the title character of a show, they are coded as the bad guy unless they do a redemption arc that actually is a redemption.

Mary had NO redemption arc AT ALL. Even in S4, Mary is STILL manipulating and emotionally abusing Sherlock and John against each other with her fucking creepy-assed DVDs and her belittling of John in T6T. She still runs off to go do her little assassin things and still lied and manipulated everyone. And I know the argument is going to come up, but Mary’s gunshot was NOT a redemption. A redemption arc has the ex-villain doing a good deed and being genuinely sorry for their past actions. Not ONCE Mary has ever apologized for any of the shit she put everyone through. All of it was a plan, especially if she had creepy DVDs made FAIRLY RECENTLY (you can tell because of the hair style) to send out to people. Also:

YOU ARE EVIL IF YOU ACTIVELY OR POSTHUMOUSLY TELL SOMEONE TO GO KILL THEMSELVES.

That and Mary’s entire death scene was RIDICULOUS and completely contradicted EVERY rule that was established in this universe only 2 episodes prior on how characters die.

Nonny, Mary’s character arc is one I have been passionate about for many years, even before I was a Johnlocker, because her character was fascinating to me, and helped me understand the psychology and make sense of events that were happening in my life at the time. Right up until TAB, Mary was being coded as the next Moriarty. For some reason or another, Mofftiss decided to turn her into an “assassin with an heart of gold” and failed spectacularly.

If Mary truly was good, she WOULD HAVE TOLD JOHN FROM THE BEGINNING WHO SHE WAS, OR AT LEAST TOLD SHERLOCK SHE NEEDED HELP. HLV would have not played out as it did. Instead deciding that killing Sherlock was her only option so that she could continue to manipulate John, since she knew he was most malleable when he was grieving Sherlock.

You can read Mary’s character however you want, I could care less… well okay apparently I do because of this reply… But please, seriously consider that what became of her character really made no goddamned sense to the narrative arc the built for her and quite frankly really lazy writing. Just because she is a woman, doesn’t mean that she is nice and sweet and not abusive. Excusing her of her brand of emotional abuse and manipulation is really sexist.

People thought my mother was a nice person, too.

The fae

Living in Ireland I heard many stories about the fae.About they’re kind nature, the peaceful woodland spirits, playful tricksters, or even malicious beings.

Here I will give some ways to appease them, and ward them. I will also tell about dangerous fae and how to ward them.

AVOIDING FAIRIES

In Ireland children were told to keep away from fairy mounds, fairy circles, certain places in the woods, certain trees, and some strange places. Fairy mounds can be identified as strange lone hills, often found in odd place. Fairy circles are mushroom circles. They are a naturally occurring pattern, however they are believed to be portals the their realm. And stepping in one may be dangerous. Steer clear of certain trees. It is believed that fae live in them, and if disturbed they would not be happy. Notable trees to stay away from include hazel, thorn, alder, and oak. An example of a strange place would be strange rock formations in a field, and that if disturbed or moved would upset the fae who made them.


Farmers didn’t go to their mill or barns at night. It was believed that the fae used the cover of darkness to grind their grain. Disturbing them while they worked could result in you having a failed crop or other curses.

Certain bodies of water were said to be the homes of kelpies, Corrigans, and other water fae. If you came to these waters alone, you could be pulled in, or lured to your deaths (corrigans are said to beautiful creatures that lure you to your death, were they drown you.) They would drown their victims, forcing their spirits to live in the fae realm forever.


WARDING FAE

Certain flowers such as primroses, were layed on the windowsills and hung over doors. This ensured that he house was kept safe from the fae.

Garlands were made from marsh marigolds. These were placed over the barn doors. This protected the horses from being ridden to death by the fae.

However, the most notable flower to protect yourself against the fae is St. John’s Wort. Wearing this flower provided the wearer protection from fairy magic and tricks. Sometimes my grandmother would scatter petals around the outside of the house, to try to provide protection.

Some said holly berries would repel them. (Unknown why. Unlike the others I was never told this. Maybe someone could clarify.)

A four-leafed clover would allow you to see the fae, even through their glamours, or invisibility. However, this would only work once. An old tradition was to sew them into clothing, or even a little bag (this is to be worn round the neck, though some say it just has to be held) this allowed the user to see them for every clover they had sewn.

Though these are quite nice forms of protection, iron is always the best form of protection. Many believe that iron burns the fairy. Some legends say that the crafted their weapons out of silver and gold because they couldn’t use the iron. If you kept an iron nail in your pocket the fae would be unable to take you to their realm. Often iron knives, sheers, and other sharp object were hung over or near the crib of a baby. This was to prevent the baby from being stolen and swapped with a changling child. ( I don’t recommend doing this as it could be dangerous to the baby.) Sometimes horseshoes, nails, or arrowheads would be placed over doors to stop fae from entering the house or room. An iron ring was worn to protect people, it was told that the fae could not go near the person who wears it.


APPEASING FAE

To be protected from them, and to even form a relationship with the fae; one must respect them, trust them, and leave offerings for them.

Leaving bread and milk out for them was said to protect the household that did it. It was also believed that one may gain their favour by doing this. This is also a notable way of appeasing the cat síth. Not only do they like bread and milk, they also like butter, cream, sugar, ale, honey, whiskey, and I find that they like dark chocolate.

If you’re crossing a body of water, or passing by a well you may drop a piece of silver in, or a coin in for the fae that lives in it.


Ever here the saying that if you spill salt you should throw some over your right shoulder? Well that applies to the fae. If salt is spilled one may throw some over their right shoulder so that the fae can have their share.


Many of the nicer variety were insulted when they saw human mortals lacking in hospitality to one another and treating each other badly. It’s was said that they would punish people like this very harshly. However, if you were kind and honest to people they were said to treat you nicely, or leave you be.

DANGEROUS FAE

corrigans- A form of water sprite. They appear as beautiful beings who sing melodies like sirens. They mostly appear at night on a full moon. In sunlight they’re glamour goes away and their true ugly form is revealed. stay clear of bodies of water and the woods
Dullahan- The headless horseman. He is seen often in the country riding a dead horse with eyes like fire. He often has a whip made out of a spine. He roams the countryside looking for the dead. If you see him he is said to slash your eyes with his whip. Gold is said to ward them for a while.
Amadan Dubh- VERY DANGEROUS. The trickster fae. He’s a madman. Often seen dancing on lone hills to ghostly music. Cannot be reasoned with. He can place powerful, harmful curses on people. I do not know of any ways to ward him. (Maybe someone can clarify?)
Alp-luarcha- If you think it has crawled in your throats after falling asleep at a stream or other body of water, eat salted food. This will make it thirsty, and make it leave.
Bean sídhe or banshee- The only thing I know of is an iron ring, though when a person is dying nothing can keep her away as she wails.
Cat síth- it loiters around graveyards and open graves to steal the souls of those who have recently died. To try to distract it one may try dancing, singing, or telling riddles. This gives time for the souls of the deceased to pass on so that it cannot get them. I was also told that on Halloween (Samhain) a saucer of milk should be left out, this will provide good luck and protection, while those that didn’t would be cursed. If you are ever filled with a sense of dread and see a black cat with a tuff of white fur walk away slowly and then place a saucer of milk outside, then pray that this will be enough to appease it.
Boggart- It’s a malicious form of fae that takes over houses. Somewhat like a poltergeist. They cannot be reasoned with, and any attempts to appease them will annoy them. They don’t like holy water, crosses, iron, or agrimony. However, sometimes an exorcism is necessary. A family friend had to get this once.
Changling- To stop a child from being swapped keep a close eye on them, put them in a warm well lit room, stitching red thread in baby clothes and blankets was said to prevent them from being swapped, as well as hanging iron sheers or knives over the crib, or having them close by.
I hope this helps. If you have any questions or any clarifications feel free to message me.

Lord of Shadows playlist

tmi-city-of-bones15-blog said:Hey Cassie, I was wondering if you have a Playlist for each book that you write? Or if you have something to inspire you on those moments?

I do! You can find old ones on this tumblr, and here is the one for Lord of Shadows! (Sometimes people complain the songs aren’t new — I tend to mix up old and new songs, and remember, the book was written last year!)

Lord of Shadows

Six Blade Knife, Dire Straits

Your six blade knife can do anything for you
Anything you want it to
One blade for breaking my heart
One blade for tearing me apart
Your six blade knife can do anything for you

Fuck It And Whatever, The Echo-Friendly

We are sleeping in a rainstorm
With no lightning rod
So please remember my love
As we lie in the arms of an angry vengeful God

And I know we can’t stay together
But I’ll keep you safe forever
And I know that sounds heavy
But fuck it and whatever

Kill Your Heroes AWOL NATION

Well I met an old man dying on a train.
No more destination, no more pain.
Well he said one thing, before I graduate
“Never let your fear decide your fate.”

I say kill your heroes and fly, fly, baby don’t cry.
No need to worry ‘cause, everybody will die.
Every day we just go, go, baby don’t go.
Don’t you worry we love you more than you know.

Blood in the Cut, K. Flay

Met back up with the boy I love
Cried on the streets of San Francisco
I don’t have an agenda
All I do is pretend to be ok so my friends
Can’t see my heart in the blender
Lately, I’ve been killing all my time
Reading through your messages my favorite way to die
Take my head and kick it in
Break some bread for all my sins
Say a word, do it soon
It’s too quiet in this room

Sweet Disaster — Dreamers

Some nights feel like every night
This one feels brand new
Only got bad things on my mind
When I’m with you

Tell me that you need me on the floor
Passed out in your dirty clothes
Ask me what the hell I’m looking for
Like you don’t know

Shatter in the Night — Vesperteen

Laying in the yard and we worship the stars  

And I blow your mind while you kiss my scars. 

We rise and we fall. We’re floating 

And all our time’s revolving around what we see as true 

But it’s breaking me and it’s breaking you

Every Other Weekend — Annie Rapid (always makes me think of Livvy & Ty)

But we are one 

For you are here 

Inside a place so far away 

My brother always near 

It’s every other weekend 

And it’s in the messages they send 

Broken promises will mend 

For all these things we can’t count on 

Will one day make us grow up strong

No Mermaid — Sinead Lohan

we went down to the edge of the water
you were afraid to go in
you said there might be sharks out there in the ocean
and i said i’m only going for a swim

i was swimming around in a circle
i wasn’t always in view
you said we might get into red flag danger
and i am alone when i’m not with you

but i am no mermaid
and i am no fisherman’s slave
i am no mermaid
i keep my head above the waves 

Breaking Free — Night Riots

You’re not my savior, just someone I used to see
I am broken
Something’s wrong inside of me
I feel violent
Like I’m dying
I feel broken
Maybe I’m just breaking free

These Taming Blues — Joe Tex

Is it ever gonna not be so hard to see you around?
Am I really really really really gonna have to leave town?

I mean I called upon a bunch of angels calling angels ain’t you supposed to come and take away these blues?

All five kinds of rains

All nine kinds of thunder and

Eighteen white horses who will not ever come to me!

Don’t plant your feet, love, in that garden of blame.

Don’t break me no more, love.

I’m already tame.

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I’ve got these letters tattooed on my arm
That remind me each second of where I come from
And the long hard road to get me back home

I’m not trying to part the ocean waves
I’m not trying to overthrow the throne
I’m just trying to find a way to make it back home


In Our Bedroom After the War — Stars

Wake up! Say good morning to that sleepy person lying next to you
If there’s no one there, then there’s no one there, but at least the war is over
It’s us – yes, we’re back again, here to see you through, 'til the days end
And if the night comes, and the night will come, well at least the war is over

Meet me in the Woods — Lord Huron

How long, baby, have I been away?
Oh, it feels like ages though you say it’s only days
There ain’t language for the things I’ve seen, yeah
And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams

Anna Lee — firekid

Sinking sand
When I sleep
I see her ghost
Siren’s hand pulling me six feet below
Pyramid
Wasted dreams
Built it for two
Inherited her color scheme
Now it’s my tomb

Someone’s YA Dystopian Future novel is going to feature one character being a natural leader and then revealing:

“I was at the Fyre Festival in 2017.”

The whole camp went quiet, with the exception of Daran, who swore softly. Chelsea looked like she was about to cry; Pete laughed softly with disbelief. “You were at the Fyre Festival?”

Craig nodded slowly, his gaze not leaving the flames in front of him. “One of the first ones in. One of the last ones out.”

Susan furrowed her brow, trying to piece the words together. Would it be inappropriate to ask him? Was it a religious thing? A massacre?

“What’s a Fire Festival?” The question slipped from her lips before she could help it, and suddenly all eyes were on her–all except Craig’s. The fire still flickered inside them.

“There was just one. The Fyre Festival, with a ‘y’. They thought it was clever.” He sighed, stroked his beard, and shifted a little before continuing. “It was supposed to be a simple weekend in the Bahamas. Me and a bunch of other rich kids packed our clothes, gathered our things, and took a plane down south. Everything was going smoothly…but when we hit the first landing strip, that’s when we started to realize that something had gone awry. Instead of seeing a private beach in front of us, we saw a crowded tourist trap. We were promised private jets, fancy boats, the full VIP experience…” His eyes flicked up to her, and though his mouth curved up in a smile, the eyes did not share in it. “But none of that was anywhere to be seen. We thought it would be fine, all we had to do was get our things, make sure they were together, and they’d lead us to the hotel, but…it was already growing dark, and that’s when the luggage arrived. Unloaded from one of those giant storage containers, the big ones, like you see on the docks. Just tossed out to the crowd, one after another. No conveyer belts, no lockers, no express deliveries to the rooms…and it was when I finally got my bag, with a dented crease along the side, like it had been resting under someone’s golf clubs, that I realized: everything had gone wrong.

“Anyway, I’m standing there with this bag, and it occurs to me how hungry I am, so I start looking for the restaurant. I was young, and foolish…fortunately, Gabe was young and foolish, too, so we both headed off to find the restaurant, thinking it would be there.”

His smile widened, showing those teeth again. “There was no restaurant. They fed us sandwiches–small, flat, flimsy sandwiches, with that bread you see on a gas station shelf, and some meat they said was ham. A single wilted piece of lettuce and a piece of rubbery cheese were the condiments, if you could call them that…Gabe said he saw someone with a ketchup packet. I didn’t believe him. Served in a white styrofoam box.

“Anyway, this would be regal fare to us today, but back then, to us, it might as well have been cow dung. I saw three people vomiting their food right back out; the girl next to me saw the same thing, and she became number four. I don’t know how many of us managed to actually choke our way through the meal, or how many of us actually made it back to go onto the plane, but I do know this: there were two thousand of us left in that village when the last boat left the island. Two thousand of us left to fend for ourselves. 

“When the sun rose the next day, we were one thousand nine hundred and ninety four. Four of us were missing; two were dead. It was then that I realized that this was going to be a live-or-die situation. I chose to live.”


I would continue with this but it is late and I needed sleep an hour ago.