i do not wish to be that bottle at all

I. I miss you, and it’s not like I miss your face, arms, or lips. I could do without, but simply your presence always reminded me of home, and I swear I lost that when you left. You don’t know, I’ve never felt so homeless and alone. No amount of money or possessions even compare to you. I wish you knew but
*delete*
II. You know people always text their lovers in the morning, so I bet its weird that I’m texting you in the middle of the day, drunk at three in the afternoon. Don’t judge me, but I swear this whiskey tastes like you and this empty bottle is like our love. I have practically consumed what was left of it, and there is nothing left to do but throw it at you. But we both know all the shattered pieces will hurt only me anyway. Just please, open your arms, open your heart. Please don’t leave now because
*delete*
III. I hate you, hate everything about you. I can’t stand you anymore. but I love you, and I can’t breathe, please, please, answer me, I can’t
*delete*
IV. It’s been two weeks and these 336 hours and 14 minutes have been hell. You used to shimmer like a piece of heaven, but you’ve gone and I’m fallen. And I’ve been trying to be poetic, but poetry won’t bring you back to me. Spilling my heart out isn’t helping, so what do I do now, what do I do without
*delete*
V. Hey, how have you been?
*send*
—  Texts I Never Sent// thequiethearttalks 

via a friend: A dispatch from a friend on the ground in Portland yesterday:

“I would guess 4,000 people showed up in downtown Portland today, to shut down an alt-rigt, racist, neo-nazi event. Even anti-fa was nonviolent, and really we acted the way you would expect Portlanders to act. Largely passive, glowingly Caucasian, and way too polite (in an self policing sort of way). This went on for hour upon hour until the police got bored and decided to pick a fight with two thousand of us that were standing in the park that anti-fa had rallied in. I was like, “are they really doing this? are they actually doing this?” Which are ridiculous questions for me to be asking myself because I was a LEGAL WORKER for almost a decade, and specifically worked on dealing with PROTESTS, and have had plenty of experience really critically analysing these riots afterwards. I damn well know THAT THEY DO THAT. That being said, it still spun me to see it happen AGAIN. Tear gass, flash bang granades, rubber bullets, dramatic orders and commands. WHY? WHY?

The police completely protected the group of Nazis, and decided to incite the locals to make us appear violent. And you should have seen us all. It couldn’t have been a nerdier group of people. Anyone who thinks antifa is made up of agro dudes, has it wrong. They are a very young, principled group. Our kids? They were giving out ice cream. For sure, many of them have never been in a fight in their lives. You can tell. And this is Portland, after all.

So PLEASE do not believe the local tv news that protestors rioted today. I wish we had, but we didn’t. The police got sick of waiting and attacked us. A very political move to paint a very specific story where the white racists, and perhaps the television viewers at home, are the real victims here…“

i’ve heard the police are claiming a brick was thrown and that’s why they HAD to start the violence.

I’ve heard from people on the front lines that someone threw tampons and one person threw a water bottle.
regardless, even if a brick HAD been thrown, that was one brick, 4,000 people, and cops covered in armour and helmets using gas, noise grenades, and batons against thousands of people who were unprepared for any of it.

and in the meantime the people in body armour with the guns chuckled and sang that basketball song.

Intent and Spell Writing

What is Intent in witchcraft?

Simply put intent is what result you wish to get from your spell or ritual. It is the energy you will be using to get results. Intent is extremely important for any spell. What do you wish to happen when you cast it? Do you wish to improve your studying or do you wish to banish something negative from your life? That is intent. It is the end goal. 

Examples of Intent:

  • Banishment: keeping away negativity and negative energies
  • Beauty: for looking, expressing and feeling lovely and attractive
  • Binding: prevent harm, avoid danger, stop someone from performing a particular act; restriction
  • Business/Career: for success in one’s career, job hunting
  • Calming: relieve stress
  • Catalyst: stimulating a spell
  • Charge: store energy into something
  • Chasity: celibacy, innocence
  • Confidence: courage, self assurance and empowerment
  • Creativity: expression, imagination and improving artistic skills
  • Communication: improving communications and understandings with friends, family, spouses, etc; communicating with other forces
  • Cleanse: removing unclean energies and presences from self, objects or areas
  • Curse: bring negative energy into something or into someone’s life
  • Desire: gaining what one has strong feelings of want for or seeking to be wanted by others
  • Divination: clairvoyance, gaining insight
  • Discourage: prevent something from occurring
  • Dreams: bring dreams, relates to the dream realm
  • Emotional: spells focused on certain emotions
  • Encouragement: supporting and influencing something to happen
  • Exorcism: expelling evil spirits
  • Fertility: for conception
  • Fidelity: loyalty and faithfulness
  • Friendship: bonding and connections
  • Fortune: good luck
  • Forgotten: leave memories behind
  • Frugality: saving money
  • Glamour: illusions and perception
  • Generosity: kindness and good will
  • Happiness: joy and merriment
  • Healing: recovery and repair
  • Inspiration: gaining ideas and drive
  • Invisibility: going unnoticed, stealth
  • Judgment: improving decision making and choices
  • Longevity: increasing length/duration of things
  • Love: Romance
  • Lust: Libido and sex drive
  • Memory: remembrance
  • Motivation: determination
  • Patience: tolerance
  • Peace: tranquility
  • Prosperity: well-being
  • Protection: guarding, safety and warding
  • Psychic: improving any psychic ability or connection
  • Purification: purifying an object or space
  • Guidance: spiritual, mental, supernatural guidance, advice and bonds
  • Severing: cutting ties from others
  • Spirituality: for belief
  • Strength: brawn, endurance; physical, emotional, mental and spiritual
  • Truth: honesty with self and others
  • Wealth: increasing money and physical possessions
  • Wisdom: decisions, intelligence, learning
  • Wish: gaining things and desires

I have my intent now what?

Well you have just taken your first step to spell writing. Now that you have your intent, your goal, you can can start researching. What relates and corresponds to your intent and what ingredients do you have available? Some things you could research:

  • Gemstones
  • Herbs and flowers
  • Types of Water (spring, rain, ocean, etc)
  • Colors
  • Candles
  • Oils
  • Incense
  • Animal Symbolism
  • Time of Day
  • Planets and Cosmic Bodies
  • Fruits
  • Vegetables
  • Metals
  • Emotional, Psychic and Physical Energies
  • Classic Witches Tools (besom, wands, etc)
  • Divination Tools (pendulums, tarot cards, scrying mirrors, etc)
  • Mythology and Mythical Creatures

Once you have researched and found the ingredients and objects you wish to use, even if you decide to only use your own energy and voice that is fine. You don’t absolutely need to use anything specific. It is your spell and your intent, choose what you feel will work best for you.

How are you going to use these things you have researched and obtained? This will require more research on your part, witchcraft requires a lot of research. Some ideas:

  • Bath mix/salts
  • Tea and infusions (if ingredients are safe to ingest)
  • Gem Elixir (research to ensure your gemstone(s) is safe to use in water or safe methods to make it without submerging the gemstone)
  • Jar or Bottle Spell
  • Sigil Spell
  • Burning
  • Shredding/Cutting
  • Burying
  • Spoken
  • Painted/drawn
  • Crafted or Molded

The possibilities are truly endless. All I can say you have just taken your first steps for writing a spell! Once you have decided your intent and the process you wish to use, it is time to begin trials. Everything takes practice. It may not work at first but that is alright. Take notes and observe results. Just be safe with what you are doing. Happy Spell Writing!

anonymous asked:

Can you recap what happened on fallon

  • he pranced when he first walked out 
  • jimmy said carolina was a jam multiple times
  • he also said his album was amazing
  • he also said dunkirk was amazing
  • they talked about two ghosts being the next single and harry said the two ghosts were talking to each other and not him so he said “give me some ghostie”
  • they talked about harry singing with stevie nicks
  • jimmy brought this tiny little bottle that stevie gave him and told harry that if you blow a wish into it, your wish will come true
  • jimmy said his wish came true because harry’s there :’)
  • harry made a wish and blew all cutely into the bottle :(
  • jimmy dramatically fell over and harry got up and pretended to punch him and then took over and gave the outro for a commercial break 
  • they were talking about harrys world tour and harry said “i like the world” and jimmy said “the world likes you” with no hesitance
  • a clip of dunkirk was shown and he and jimmy made really weird noises
  • harry gave a speech about how if people come together we can do wonderful things
  • they sang a tiny bit of ‘Party At My Parents House’ and harry said the civil war skit on SNL was his first war movie jjdfhkefkj
  • jimmy complimented harry the entire time that’s it that;s the entire show 
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To strengthen the bonds with your loved one(s)

It has been quite a while I haven’t done a new jar or charm bag here, but I am happy to say I am back! and full of ideas! This little jar is here to help you build a stronger, beautiful relationship with the people you are with. Please do it with their consent;)

For the story, I was half the way through it when my partner came in the room and asked if he could put some love in it too. He does not practice magic or anything, which made the gesture even better <3 We each charged a rose quartz to place and the top of the bottle and that was a great magical moment!

Anyway! Here is what you’ll need:

  • pink Himalayan salt for love and protection
  • rose petals for emotions
  • rosemary for fidelity
  • lavender for serenity
  • sugar for sweetness and avoid conflicts
  • cinnamon for prosperity and passion
  • dried vanilla for sensuality
  • rose quartz for tender feelings (one for each partner)

OPTIONAL:

  • Moon phase: First quarter (waxing Moon) or Full Moon
  • Candles: pink, rose-scented
  • Charm bag version: use red or pink fabric + white/silver/gold ribbon

How to proceed:

  1. Take the time to light a candle, meditate if you wish to, and focus on your intent (having a positive/passionate/strong relationship). Visualize it clearly and with as many details as possible. You can visualize energy growing within yourself, symbolizing your love (I like to see it gold or pink). Strengthening the love between you and your partner, making it grow. Of course, if you can do it with your partner, it’s even better!
  2. Add the salt at the bottom of your jar, then all the other ingredients in layers. With each ingredient, repeat your wish.
  3. Finally, add the lid to your bottle. Seal it with wax if you wish. One last time, charge the bottle with your intent, like an external layer of energy. I added a ribbon to it cause I felt like it, it’s not an obligation.
  4. Keep the jar in your bedroom or take it with you when you meet your lover.

Note: this does not force love where it does not exist, it just gives a chance to the one that is already there, ready to blossom ;)

And of course, for any question, shoot me an ask!

Touch of Your Love

 Hey guys! This is an imagine based on this textpost: “when his hands are so nice u just want him to put his fingers in your mouth.” When I saw it, I was like…. me @ Tom…? Basically, it’s as smutty and fluffy as they come, so I hope y'all like it!

Touch of Your Love

She loved his hands because they always engulfed her own.

She loved his hands because they were always warm, but never sweaty, or ever cold.

She loved his hands because they would always be there to guide her to safety.

She loved Tom’s hands because of all the things they did to her in the vehemence of their everlasting moments together.

They would wind themselves like vines against her skull, softly aiding her to wherever he wanted her the most. Sometimes, if Tom couldn’t wait, they’d hold her down against his touch while he worked his fingers, tongue, or hips against her.

Pressing her legs together, she cursed herself for thinking of Tom’s hands when she should be focusing on her professor’s lecture.

There was an in-class discussion occurring about Tennessee Williams’s play, ‘A Streetcar Named Desire,’ which happened to be one of her favorite plays, but she just couldn’t get Tom’s hands, and everything she’d like them to do to her, out of her head.

Her mind wandered to their morning together.

Whenever he was in town, they’d always stay together, no matter what the two had going on individually the next day.

Tom awoke earlier than she did, even though he didn’t need to be up yet because he had a rare free day from work, and he’d turned off her alarm and instead kissed her awake.

After he’d managed to untangle her from him, Tom had gently pushed her hair from the nape of her neck to pepper it with kisses. Then, he pressed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down her body, and over the sweater she’d stolen from him to wear bed.

Stirring slightly, she shifted in bed, causing the fabric of the sweater to reveal her midriff. Tom thanked the goddess of love for this blissful opportunity, and began trailing his fingers up and down her body.

She moaned in her sleep and Tom smirked, cracking his knuckles.

He dipped his calloused fingers into the sweet, pink panties she wore and tapped his forefinger against her clit, moving his mouth up to tease her neck with warm licks and kisses.

“Wake up darling,” his voice rasped against the base of her throat.

She awoke, wide-eyes and wet, with Tom’s untamed curls tickling her collarbones and Tom’s fingers preparing to curl inside her.

“Look at you, so lovely and ethereal.” Tom meant it too. He just couldn’t wrap his brain around how she always managed to look like an unearthly, delicate fairy when she awoke, while he resembled an exhausted bear. “Let me give you something to think about while you’re in class.”

Barely rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she burrowed her head back into her pillow and whined.

Tom didn’t make any move to further her pleasure, instead he propped himself up on one elbow to observe her clearer.

Wiggling her hips around, she tried to make Tom understand that she so desperately wanted him to give her something to think about in class.

“You know what I need.” Tom said.

She knew that Tom was waiting for her consent to go further, just as he always did. He always wanted to make sure that she was okay with what they were doing, so he always gave her time to agree or disagree.

“Please Tom,” she finally breathed out, curling her own tiny hand around his wrist.

With that, Tom moved in to kiss her, dragging her off the pillows, so that she’d be closer to where he needed her to be.

Her hair had fanned out around her head in an oh-so-fitting halo, Tom thought.

His mouth pressed urgently against her soft lips and his hands pushed her underwear down and she kicked them off the bed.

Tom hitched one of her legs around his waist, and cradled her hips to his own, his morning wood pushing against the warmth of her center.

Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he sucked three fingers into his mouth to slick them with saliva. She could’ve moaned at the sight.

Tom snuck his fingers back down to where she ached for him, and he pressed one against her clit.

“Fuck,” Tom groaned, doing his best to maintain his cool, “you’re fucking drenched for me. Did you wake up with this in mind, sweet girl?”

Her eyes rolled back when Tom slid a finger inside of her, doing his best to help her prepare for his others.

“Dreamt about you last night sweetheart. You were on this bed, lingerie and heels, all for me. Said you’d been a fucking bad girl and needed a punishment, so I had to drag you over my knee and spank you till your ass was cherry red.” Tom knew she loved being talked to in bed.

Tom couldn’t figure out why, but she was still shy and a little uncertain of herself when she was with him, and it made her feel better, and less embarrassed, to know how badly Tom wanted her too.

He rubbed the palm of his hand against her clit and used his other hand to press her bucking hips back down onto the bed.

Tom guided another finger into her and she gasped his name.

“And then I wake up, and see you looking like a fucking angel, all curled up against my chest, and it was too much, darling. I could feel you breathing, and hear you gasping in your sleep. And then I thought, I gotta fucking have you before you go to class, you’re too much, baby.”

Her thighs squeezed him closer to her and she kissed him, ever so softly, on the throat, her hands guiding themselves up to the nape of his neck.

Tom could tell that she was close, she always held onto him when she came.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you angel? Let me see you cum, darling, I need something think about after you’ve gone too. Come on, darling, let me see you finish.” Tom curled his finger inside her and mercilessly rubbed her clit.

She screamed and tried uselessly to lift her hips off the bed to force his fingers to delve deeper inside of her.

“Tom, please, please please.” Her eyes were fluttering, unable to stay open because she was too focused on Tom’s hands.

“What is it, m’love? Want another? Ask me politely and I’ll give it to you. You know that I’d give you everything, you just need to ask.” Tom kissed her lips and used the hand on her hips to trace hearts on her bare skin.

“Tom,” she was barely breathing, “please, I need another one.” She tried to shift her hips up to meet his hand, but Tom only smirked and held her down firmer.

“Of course, darling. All you had to do was ask.” And with that, Tom slid in another finger and began to use his thumb to draw the words, ‘I love you,’ on her clit and he wanted her shake, and moan, and grip his shoulders.

“Cum, my sweet girl, you’re alright, I’m here. Cum.” Tom ordered, and with that, she did.

Her legs shaking, and her body trembling, and countless ‘I love yous’ fell freely from her lips.

Tom wished that there was some way to bottle up those words, so that he could hear them, breathed into his ear whenever he wished.

He held her close and rubbed her back while she recovered from her early morning orgasm, and he counted each freckle that painted her skin.

“Wanna help me clean up?” Tom asked, bringing the hand that she’d gushed all over, up to her lips.

She tipped her head back opened her mouth, clearly understanding what Tom meant, and he dipped his fingers into the wet confines of her mouth.

Her lips closed behind his hand as she sucked and licked his fingers clean of her.

“Holy fuck,” Tom groaned, rubbing himself through his boxers.

She released him with a pop and Tom hurled himself at her, winding his hands into her hair as her pulled her on top of him.

Sitting so she straddled his lap, she smiled at him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Tom murmured, looking up at her and lovingly stroking her thighs. “Go on and get ready, or else I won’t be able to let you leave.”

She clamored from his lap with shakey legs and crossed to the bathroom to begin her morning routine.

Tom laid back in bed, tugging at himself softly while she pranced around the room, removing shirt after shirt, before finally cheekily smiling at him over her shoulder as she settled on one of his sweaters.

He removed his hand from his pants and walked to the door to kiss her goodbye, promising to pick her up for lunch after school.

As she walked to her friend’s waiting car, she looked back and blew him a kiss before rushing to the vehicle.

When Tom had finally seen her off, he leaned up against the door and jacked himself so hard that when he came, he shouted her name.

Little did he know, that now, in her lecture, all she could think about was wrapping her pretty, pink lips around the length of his cock.

(Request: Can you do a darylxreader where he’s scared to admit he really needs a cuddle and gets annoyed that reader wont pick up the hints that he needs someone but comes to her on the verge of tears because hes desperate to have all her attention, so she slowly takes his clothes off & makes him spend the night with her but he wakes up at crazy early morning like 2am & asks her to lay ontop of him so hes 100% sure shes actually with him maybe a bit of morning smut aswell)

Note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it!!

warning: mentions of glenns death, mild angst, smut!
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Originally posted by thewalkinggifs

You saw Daryl sharpening his arrows on the front porch. You decided to go and see how he was doing, you knew he was feeling guilty about Glenn’s death and everything that went down in the sanctuary. As you walked closer to where he sat he looked up at you but said nothing.

“Hey Daryl, you alright?” you asked, sitting down on the step below him.

He grunted in response and you thought of another way to get him to talk. “You going out on any runs soon?”

“I can’t, gotta stay out of sight from the saviors” he replied, taking his focus away from his arrows and onto you.

“Sorry, I forgot about that” you apologised, feeling silly for bringing it up.

You sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the secure walls protecting you from the outside world. You thought Daryl was doing the same, but he was actually looking at you, admiring how soft your facial features looked. He wished that you knew how he really felt, he wanted you to be there for him, he needed someone to hold and cry to, he was tired of keeping his feelings bottled up inside, he could feel himself ready to explode soon.

“Yeah, whatever” he said almost angrily.

You looked back at him in confusion, why was he being hostile all of a sudden? “I didn’t mean it like that Daryl, there’s just a lot going on right now” You tried to justify your words.

“Everyone has a lot going on right now. Hell, a lot has been going on for years!” he raised his voice.

“Daryl-” You were shocked by his behaviour change but he interrupted you.

“Na forget about it!” He stood up and you did to. He looked down on you and you felt small considering you were a step lower than him. “You don’t care, no one does, so just leave me the hell alone!”

He stormed into his house, slamming the door shut behind him. You stood in shock, surprised by how easily he got mad like that, you didn’t think he’d take it to heart. You wanted to go in there so badly and just hold him. You knew Daryl since the prison and you understood how emotionally unstable he was, he wasn’t in check with his feelings and it had gotten worse. You stepped forward to open the door but you stopped yourself, remembering that he wanted to be left alone.
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You were getting ready for bed after a stressful day. After everything that had happened with Daryl you were exhausted, but then Jesus had come down to Alexandria to warn you guys about the saviors coming to look for Daryl. It was a tiring day and all you wanted to do was sleep. You were about to jump into bed when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You sighed and made your way down in only a baggy top and white panties. When you opened the door, you were surprised to find Daryl standing there, he was drenched in sweat and he looked like he was about to burst out crying.

“Daryl, what’s wrong?” You asked, moving back so he could come into the house. He walked in and stood by your counter, leaning his hands on it.

He shook his head before talking. “I’m sorry” he said, his voice cracking as the first tear fell down his cheek. He turned to look at you and you got worried that something might have happened. You walked towards him and placed your hands on either side of his cheek as he continued to talk.

“I just need someone, I’m tired of everyone dying and I don’t know how to control my anger anymore” His tears were flowing freely now and he made no move to try and wipe them away.

“I lashed out at you this morning for no reason and I’m sorry” he finished.

He lowered his head and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling your bodies as close as they could get. He wrapped his muscular arms around your shoulders and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“Stay here tonight, you shouldn’t be alone” you whispered.

He nodded his head and you led him upstairs. You turned on the shower for him, making sure that the water was to his liking. You stood in the bathroom with him and watched as he struggled to undo the buttons on his shirt. His hands were shaking and he was getting frustrated. You had never seen Daryl like this, he was the strong one in the group, the one who showed no emotion, and now here he was letting it all out. You walked over to him and moved his hands to his side.

You started to undo his buttons for him, going at a slow pace as to not alarm him. You felt his eyes on you as you removed his shirt and vest. You then moved down to his belt buckle and you took his jeans off in a swift motion, leaving him completely naked. There was no sexual tension between you, just one friend helping out another. When you were done, you roamed your eyes across his toned body before looking into his eyes. He was already staring at you; the tears were gone and replaced with the same emotionless glare he always had.

“Take your time, I’ll get some spare clothes for you” you said softly, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving to go and find him some clean clothes.
                                                               ****

You got back in the house and found Daryl sitting on your bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You both stayed silent as you walked towards him and handed him the fresh clothes. You turned around as he changed, and you slid under the covers on your bed. Once he had the jogging bottoms on you turned to look at him. His back was facing you and you watched as his muscles prominently moved as he put the black t-shirt on. He turned around and saw you staring at him, he offered you a small smile before sliding in on the other side of the bed. His hair was tangled and still a little damp from the shower, making him look gruff and sexy under the moonlight.

You leaned on your elbow and stared down at him.

“What?” he asked.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Na” he said, looking back up at the ceiling. You ran your hand across his chest and leaned up to bravely plant a kiss on his lips. He didn’t move at first, but he didn’t pull away either. After a few seconds, he warmed up and kissed you back, both your lips working together in unison. It was slow, and meaningful. You and Daryl weren’t a couple, you weren’t anything but friends and you were willing to do anything to help him forget about the pain, even if it was only temporary. He placed his hand on the back of your head and stroked your hair before you pulled away and placed your head against his shoulder. You moved your arm across his stomach to give him some sort of protection and he placed his hand over yours. You were asleep in the next couple of minutes but Daryl lay awake for a long time after you.
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You stirred from your sleep as Daryl lightly shook your shoulders. You immediately jolted up and looked around.

“What is it?” you asked, your heart rate speeding up, was something wrong?

“Calm down (Y/n), you’re safe” he replied, his voice gruff from sleeping.

“Oh” you murmured, your eyes almost closing again. “Are you okay?”

“I just woke up, didn’t really sleep well”

“What time is it?”

Daryl shrugged his shoulders and you looked at your watch. “It’s 2am” you said. He looked at you apologetically and you pushed him back down onto the bed slowly.

“You don’t need to worry anymore Daryl. I’m here, you can talk to me and trust me” you whispered.

He nodded his head and you lay down next to him, you draped your leg across his and moved your arms over his chest. “I’m here” you said one more time before he wrapped his arm around you, and you both fell asleep once again.
                                                             ****

The feeling of your neck being nibbled on woke you from your sleep. You had barely opened your eyes when you felt Daryl’s big hands roaming your body.

“Morning” he said into your neck. You quickly intertwined your fingers in his hair as he started to suck at your pulse on your neck, making you feel weak.

“Wait” you said suddenly. You pushed him off of you and moved your leg over his waist to straddle him. You could feel his hard on poking into your panties through his jogging bottoms. You knew what he wanted and you were prepared to give it to him. You started grinding yourself against his member while you kissed his lips, taking control of everything. Your arms traced his muscles along his arms before he involuntarily snapped his hips upward against you. You moaned into the kiss as the connection sent a spark buzzing through you. You didn’t make him wait any longer as you pulled the jogging bottoms and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. He moved your panties to the side with his thumb, making sure to lightly brush it against your clit as he did. You grabbed his now throbbing member and slid it along your slit, making his head wet from your juices. You then slowly lowered yourself onto him, throwing your head back at how he stretched you out. You both stayed still so you could adjust to his size. When you were feeling ready you started to lift yourself up again and then lowered yourself down. Daryl saw you were comfortable and he started to thrust up into you when you lowered yourself down, sending extra pleasure through both of you. You leaned forward and kissed his neck, making him grunt and moan. He continued to thrust up into you, keeping one hand on your ass and the other in your hair. You let your hands roam under his shirt, allowing you access to his toned body. You then brought your hands to his hair and squeezed at it, making him moan into your ear.

“I’m close” He barely whispered as the pleasure was too much for him. You carried on doing all you could to make him go over the edge. He didn’t hold back as he yanked on your hair and squeezed your ass cheek, he pounded into you for the last time before holding himself there. You felt his cock throb inside of you as he let himself go. You panted and laughed as he finally came down from his high and looked at you with dazed eyes.

“I haven’t felt that in years” he said, laughing along with you.

“I’m glad I could help” you giggled as you kissed his lips one more time before rolling next to him and rubbing his chest. He pulled the cover over your naked bodies and he finally opened up about what was troubling him.  He sighed as he got it all out, and it felt like a weight off his shoulders.
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great comet characters as shit my classmates have said pt. 3
  • dolokhov: "can't we all get along? just this once? please? actually, fuck that. i'm gonna punch your jaw if you touch my project one more time"
  • sonya: "my cousin once ate three entire jars of peanut butter because her boyfriend dumped her and she was so sad"
  • marya d: *opens locker, seven water bottles fall out* "i wish i could say that i'm okay"
  • bolkonsky: "do you think fire is dangerous?"
  • natasha: "i think i'm married to someone now but i'm not sure how it happened or why it happened. at least my fiancé is cute"
  • mary: *after being pushed down an entire flight of stairs* "why do i constantly suffer? who decided that i deserve this? why"
  • anatole: "my sister threw an orange peel at me this morning because i accidentally dropped her makeup palette"
  • pierre: "all i want is seven bottles of listerine to chug right now"
  • hélène: *after getting hit in the face with a roller skate* "i'm the swan princess and none shall touch me"
  • andrey: *after getting hit in the face with a bottle full of water* "this is the third time this has happened this week and i want to be deceased"
  • balaga: *throws a toy car across the room* "YEET" *toy car hits teacher* "...yeet"
Boutèy de Baron: Enemy Begone

A spell bottle from me to you.

Hello, this is my first time posting one of my own concoctions. A little spell bottle I’m giving out from my personal set of spells. Open for all, this isn’t culturally based or anything. So, you are free to use it as you please. 

“What’s this little bad boy do?”, you must be asking yourself. Well, It’s gonna be your best friend during the tough times when you might not have many friends. This bottle is a spell that’ll keep you protected from the will of those who plot against you and help with keeping your allies close. Sometimes you have to deal with nasty forces, this bottle will help stop any negative effects.

A great thing about this bottle is it’s quite literally an altar cleaner. Some of the items involved are leftovers from the works you may already be doing. So, scrounge up your scraps, cause you gonna need them.

Ingredients

  • 2 Cinnamon Sticks
  • 4 Matches (Burned from a previous working)
  • Black Salt
  • White Salt
  • Dried Red Flowers
  • Strong Cologne
  • Melted Wax (From previous working)
  • Strong liquor (Completely optional)
  • Strand of your own hair
  • Red Chili Powder
  • Incense Ashes (Burned from a previous working)
  • Black Pepper
  • A few droplets of water
  • Dragon’s Blood. (Oil, Incense, etc.) (As long as the essence is there)

Items

  • Glass Bottle or Jar (A vessel that is glass and you can seal)
  • Black String, Cloth, or Tape

Now that you have all the items together, you are going to put the ingredients in the bottle one by one. While doing so, focus on those who may be sending harm your way. Focus on their faces, names, or actions against you. Once you have focused, begin picturing yourself. Picture yourself unaffected. Feel yourself be free of all the chains they wish to hold you back with. When this is complete and all the ingrediants are all in the bottle, you can now close the top. Begin shaking the bottle. Any frustrations that you may have on your journey will now belong to the bottle. State it out loud, “Any frustrations I may have, this bottle will receive.”

The final step is  to cover the bottle in a black covering. The contents do not have to be completely hidden, simply shaded a bit. After thie contents are shaded, you have now just finished my “Enemy Begone” Bottle. 

May no one stand in your way 

Self-love jar requested by anonymous

Ingredients:

  • a little bottle/jar
  • wax, pink if you can
  • sugar for peace
  • vanilla for tenderness
  • dried rose for love
  • dried mint for positivity
  • dried sage to keep negative thoughts away
  • lavender for calm and love
  • a love stone such as rose quartz (if you have one)

How to proceed:

  1. Take the time to light a candle, meditate if you wish to and focus on your intent:self love, feeling love to yourself, seeing your beauty, etc. Visualize it cleary and with as many details as possible.
  2. Add the sugar at the bottom of your jar, then all the other ingredients in layers. With each ingredient, repeat your wish for loving yourself.
  3. Finally, add the lid to your bottle and seal it with the wax (I used vanilla wax here), focusing on your intent one last time
  4. Add a pink ribbon if you wish.
  5. Keep the jar with you and don’t hestiate to pull it out everytime you feel self doubt overpowering you!

Note: you can also do the same thing as a charm bag, using a pink, red or golden fabric!

And of course, for any question, shoot me an ask!

Other self love ideas can be found here

Spells/charm bags/jars requests are OPEN

prompts for writing

feel free to use any of these! 

send in requests!

1. “Your hair is so soft..” 

2. “It’s too cold! Come back!”

3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

6. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

7. “What? does that feel good?”

8. “Just pretend to be my date.”

9. “He/She did it.” “No he/she did.”

10. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

11. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

12. “No no–it’s alright, come here.”

13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

14. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

15. “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”

16. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

17. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.”

18. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

19. “Mmm.. you’re warm.”

20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..”

21. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..”

22. “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.”

23. “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was really.”

24. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?”

25. “Please talk to me about it.”

26. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?”

27. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

28. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

30. “Are you wearing my shirt?“

31. “Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

32. “So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..”

33. “Let’s just stay in bed.”

34. “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”

35. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

36. “Shooting star. Make a wish.“ 

37. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

38. “Wow, you’re hot.“

39. “I want to marry you.”

40. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”

41. “You’re just not the same anymore..”

42. “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

43. “What the hell is your problem?!”

44. “Why do you run away from your problems all the time?”

45. “You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

46. “Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?”

47. “I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.”

48. “You lost your chance.”

49. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

50. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!”

51. “Calm down! You’re scaring me!”

52. “Don’t look at me like that.”

53. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

54. “I’m done trying to help you!” 

55. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

56. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

57. “It isn’t up for debate.”

58. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”

59. “I’m fine. Stop asking.”

60. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.”

61. “I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.”

62. “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

63. “Is this how little you think of me?”

64. “I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.”

65. “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!”

66. “You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?”

67. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

68. “I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!”

69. “We can be friends instead.”

70. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”

71. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

72. “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?”

73. “Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.”

74. “I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

75. “What are you talking about? You’re married!”

76. “I feels like everyone just forgot I exist.”

77. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

78. “I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.”

79. “I’ve been alone for so long..”

80. “But you promised..”

81. “Isn’t this, like, illegal?” “Probably.”

82. “You’re really drunk right now. I don’t think you’re gonna remember any of this.”“No, I’m not drunk at all. You’re just blurry.”

83. “I have a feeling we should kiss.”“Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?” 

84. “Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

85. "You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “I’m not jealous.”

86. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

87. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

88. “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.”

89. “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

90. “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

91. “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

92. “I vote today be a pajama day.”

93. “You aren’t supposed to laugh! I’m embarrassed!”

94. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

95. “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendship.”

96. “I saw that. You just checked me out.”

97. “Are you stupid or stupid?”

98. “How about you make me?”

99. “Do it. I dare you.”

100. “Rise and shine, motherfucker.”

101. “Well fuck me!" 

102. "Are you… Drunk?" 

103. "Walk it off." 

104. "Did you just go throw up?" 

105. "Could you turn it down? A bit? Maybe?" 

106. "Don’t drink that! I saw that guy slip something in there!" 

107. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!" 

108. "Quick, pretend your talking to me." 

109. "Could you hold my hand?" 

110. "You’re hiding under that blanket because you’re blushing?" 

111. "Can I kiss you?" 

112. "Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off." 

113. “ …Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand… “ 

114. "Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be using cheesy pick up lines?" 

115. "You’re the perfect combination of sexy and cute." 

116. "You know I’ll kill him if he hurts you." 

117. "Can we please pretend I never said that?" 

118. "Forget the douche. He’s a dick. He’s a dickdouche." 

119. "You guys are yelling and I want ice cream!" 

120. "How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?" 

121. ”“Punched” is one word, “Fisted” is another.“ 

122. "Please! Leave me alone!" 

123. "It’s too late for you to be out by yourself." 

124. "You seem like a friendly face, mind if I sit with you?" 

125. "You made me this way." 

126. "I think about you all the time, it’s freaking annoying." 

127. "Bill Nye couldn’t even help you." 

128. "You left your shirt at my house. It’s mine now." 

129. "I just wanted to hear your voice." 

130. "I saw a shooting star and I thought of you.”

starters

idk i’ll just keep adding to this every now and then

1. “i’m not here because i want to be. i’m here because i made a promise, and i keep my promises.”
2. “i remember; we did that all the time when we were younger.”
3. “i didn’t mean to break your heart.”
4. “i didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
5. “i hate you. you’re everywhere, and i can’t escape you. i can’t go anywhere without being reminded of you.”
6. “i know you don’t love me, but please, just lie to me once more.”
7. “no matter what, i’ll always remember you this way.”
8. “let’s go for a drive.”
9. “because even if it hurts, i can’t bear to see you unhappy.”
10. “save me a dance, will you?”
11. “but everyone’s watching”
12. “even after everything, i don’t regret loving you.”
13. “i can’t believe you just said that.”
14. “i wish you didn’t have to go.”
15. “remind me again of how much you love me.”
16. “teach me.”
17. “can i hold your hand?”
18. “would you mind? i just need someone right now.”
19. “you never let anyone in, and that’s why everyone leaves.”
20. “i promise i won’t let you fall.”
21. “please don’t ever do that again.”
22. “what’s wrong with me?”
23. “how did we get here?”
24. “i love you today, and i’ll love you tomorrow and everyday after that.”
25. “pretty please”
26. “look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love him/her anymore.”
27. “i’ll go if that’s what’ll make you happy.”
28. “i don’t need you. i don’t need anyone.”
29. “now, don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me already.”
30. “you’re so pretty.”
31. “help me understand.”
32. “i can’t live like this anymore!”
33. “why do you keep lying to me?”
34. “it hurts to look at you.”
35. “she/he and i were friends once.”
36. “that’s bullshit and you know it!”
37. “it’s 3 am. wanna go get some pizza?”
38. “a milkshake with two straws? how romantic!”
39. “someone once told me that we fall in love with beauty.”
40. “we all make mistakes; we’re human. it’s what we do.”
41. “prove me wrong.”
42. “i’ll do it myself if i have to.”
43. “take me anywhere but here.”
44. “you already have all of me.”
45. “all i know is that the stars have never looked brighter than in this moment with you.”
46. “for you sake, i hope you’re wrong.”
47. “i did everything for you.”
48. “i’d give away everything i own if it meant i could be with you.”
49. “i wish i could capture this moment in a bottle and keep it forever.”
50. “i wish we could go back to when you could be you and i could be me.”
51. “you’ve never looked more beautiful than you are in this moment.”
52. “yeah, my heart does that when i’m around you.”
53. “keep it in your pants!”
54. “is that a drawing of me?”
55. “sing for me?”
56. “will you be here when i wake up?”
57. “tell me, did you even love me?”
58. “will you think about someone else for once?”
59. “i can’t believe you thought i ever loved you.”
60. “people always leave me. you’re the only constant person in my life.”
61. “you’ll leave me eventually; they all do.”
62. “hypothetically speaking, what would you say if i asked you to marry me?”
63. “oh cmon, everyone’s got a story.”
64. “i know your secret.”
65. “i’d be careful if i were you.”
66. “what’s wrong with guys/girls like me?”
67. “it’s so easy to fall in love with you.”
68. “you got what you wanted; now go!”
69. “i wish we could go back to the way things used to be.”
70. “congratulations, you’ve finally managed to break my heart.”
71. “would you like an award for that?”
72. “i’m completely and utterly in love with you, and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”
73. “thanks for, you know, sticking with me.”
74. “it’s you and me against the world, kid.”
75. “i hate you, and i wish we never met.”

So, I love how everyone is getting all into the eldritch horror visibly fae knowingly magical encounters. The descriptions are SO COOL. 

But I’ve been thinking about how our understandings of the Fair Folk originated not with people who had these super obvious encounters with this visible magic figure. Instead, they come from people attuned to the ways in which this world as it is, is magical and frightening and overwhelming, and decided that eldritch monsters were the most logical and comforting explanation. So, I’ve been thinking a lot about how so many interactions with the fair folx could happen without the student knowing it….how many of these interactions and deals may have happened already. A few true stories: My roommate joined ROTC her freshman year. Four years of university for free, for five years of military service. Don’t tell me that there is just flesh and bone under the glamour of a military uniform, under the medals worn by those who watched her sign her contract. The Fair Folk have always loved games, and to gamble your life in the future of uncertain war is certainly worth $60,000 tuition per year for four years, plus a monthly stipend.  I have a friend whose financial aid is paid by a grant from some folks from New York City. In exchange, once a year she dresses up, takes out her piercings, and goes to dinner with them.

Sit with us, tell us the stories of your studies, sing for us. Oh, you don’t sing anymore? But you sing so lovely. Sing.

At these dinners, she does not let her smile drop.  I worked with a senior who would be Successful. They did everything, could not say no, every opportunity bigger than the last and they could Do It All. Directing a musical with a full orchestra in the biggest theater, performing across town themself in a different show each weekend for months on end, five classes and a thesis. One night, drunk and at 2am, a time were the glamour drops and world blurs into honesty, they said “I am so fucking lonely.” That is a powerful trade: love as fair as can be, a beating heart, community. But they wanted to be able To Do It All and they did.  A few years ago, the school was raising money for the endowment (the school is always raising money for the endowment). They were holding a fundraising dinner, with Big Important People who must be Inspired by Students Like You in order to donate. They gathered together the most talented performers of the whole university. Dancers whose bodies defied physics, pianists who seemed to play with extra hands, singer whose voices rang inhuman. Maybe there is a reason we already had those skills, it’s hard to know. We’ve all made so many sacrifices already to end up at a school where we can get not a single credit for our talents. Maybe something is already taking its due. Still. They gathered us, and planted us through the field to mime silent excitement as the Big Important People entered the tent in a procession. They had us perform for them – but never in the way we do best. Bottle up your talent, make it look like this. Dressed us all head to toe in white. Gave clear instructions.

Hand them this book. Collect these cards. They will write a wish. If they speak to you, just smile. Do not speak back.

They had us wait behind the kitchen.

Whatever you do, do not eat the food.

The university knows how to make a deal. They know what a little Talent and a little Dignity is worth. And we already owe them so much…why not this too?  In the morning I went back to where the tent had been, only to find an empty football field.  —— I feel like I have to add that the last story is literally 100% true. The others I have taken small creative liberties with (mostly the ‘lonely’ one cause I don’t want that person to be identifiable). But this one is hundo percent reality. Nothing I could add about it would make it sound less weird. They set up this crazy huge tent for it and thousands of dollars of lights and projection equipment, and the next morning had taken down the entire thing. They had this whole projection thing that took up a side of the stadium with a video about how great the university is, except I’d never even HEARD OF most of the professors or programs they interviewed or discussed in it (like its a big uni but still). Went to go look them up the next day, but couldn’t remember the names. They had us count a specific number of steps from one section to another. They had us do a weird running pattern on the stadium stairs that was supposed to look cool but I think just opened a portal in to my own personal hell. I still have the white sneakers and sweatshirt they gave us but I legit have not worn them since that night; I’m slightly scared to wear them but somehow can’t throw them out. When the donors walked in to the tent, we literally just stood around the field jumping up and down with excitement (silently) and waving flags (silently) and for the first time I understood Artaudian horror. They had cards at their table that they were supposed to write these messages on, and then we would collect them in these books, and honestly the whole night is pretty hazy but it was weird. The whole thing was directed by Tony Award winner Diane Paulus (I swear to you this is true). Guys I’m low key pretty sure I’ve been to a revel and let me tell you, you are not a participant. You are there, but at best you are quaint entertainment, to be hidden in the corner when you’re not amusing them. You will do what they ask you (tell you). And there will be a part of you sitting on your shoulder saying, are you really doing that? And the answer will be yes, and it won’t be until after you leave that the wave will crash over you, nearly drowning you in the question, as you sputter awake asking, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED? 

[x]

To bring your wish into reality

Inspiread by my dear dear friend @witchy-woman, I created this little wish bottle! So little you can bring it everywhere with you, on a date, at work, in class, etc! You can carry its power on you all you want!

Ingredients are simple:

  • a little bottle
  • a piece of paper and pen to write your wish on
  • salt for purification
  • clear quartz to enhance energies
  • bay leaf to make your wish come true
  • wax
  • (a golden ribbon)

How to proceed:

  1. Take the time to light a candle, meditate if you wish to and focus on your intent: what do you want to bring into your life? Visualize it cleary and with as many details as possible.
  2. Add the salt at the bottom of your jar, then the bay leaf.On the piece of paper, write down your wish. Again, be as precise as you can, a deadline is also a good idea. Magic can be tricky sometimes so better put all the chancs on your side!
  3. Then, roll your paper around the crystal and put it in the bottle.
  4. Finally, add the lid to your bottle and seal it with the wax (I used vanilla wax here), wishing one last time.
  5. Add the ribbon if you wish.
  6. Carry this bottle with you and take it in your hand focusing on your wish, or give it to a loved one <3

Have fun!

Hurricane Harvey

I don’t know where else to put this.
I evacuated. I took only what I needed: a few shirts, shorts, tennis shoes and toiletries. I don’t care about the jewelry, the makeup, the wasted food, my beloved books, or even the house itself. Things can be replaced.
I left behind my family. The two most important people in the world to me (besides my mom, who is with me), my boyfriend Dereck and my cat are still in our home, prepared with taped windows, ice, bottled water, dry food, full bathtub in case the water goes out and they are unable to flush, candles, batteries, and a flashlight. I couldn’t convince him to come. His family is still in Victoria. My dad and grandparents are still in Victoria.
I’m terrified of what I will return to.
I’m terrified of what I WON’T return to.
I’m not religious. I don’t believe that praying to any god will spare my family. But right now I’m praying, I’m hoping, I’m wishing, because that’s all I can do, and if you read this I hope that you will, too. There are many others who stayed behind, some in more dangerous places like Corpus Christi. I feel so much fear and anxiety that I can’t stop crying, I have a stress headache, eating is a battle, and sleep is a joke.
I’ve told Dereck a hundred times to be safe, that I love him, that I wish he was with me, and that he and Smoky are my family and I can’t lose them. But it doesn’t feel like enough. I have so much love I want to send their way. So I’m sending it out into the universe, via Tumblr, because I don’t know what else to do. So please send love and light to those in the path of the hurricane. Please please please.

status/frases wpp
  • Se te faz bem, desistir por quê?
  • O segredo é ser feliz em segredo.
  • Humildemente marrenta, discretamente ciumenta, diz que vai ficar de mal mas se rende e não aguenta.
  • Sorte minha que a vida muda, que muita coisa o tempo cura…
  • Eu queria não querer, mas sem querer, eu quero
  • Tudo vai, tudo é fase.
  • Que demore, mas venha e que seja tudo aquilo que eu sonhei.
  • E se for tarde demais, a gente aproveita a madrugada.
  • Esse teu jeito me domina. Esse sorriso me alucina.
  • Ela sonhava com o paraíso toda vez que fechava os olhos.
  • ou entre na minha linha ou saia da minha reta
  • Não sinta falta, faça falta.
  • Quer mudanças? Comece pelas suas atitudes.
  • Já tive ódio demais, hoje eu só busco amor
  • Sem pressa, relaxa, que na hora certa tudo se encaixa.
  • Tô fugindo de tudo que o apaga meu sorriso.
  • Hoje eu tô assim, amando quem me ama, esquecendo quem me esqueceu e fazendo de terceira opção quem me fez de segunda!
  • forget your past, forgive yourself, and begin again - esquecer seu passado, perdoar a si mesmo, e começar de novo.
  • things happen, people change - coisas acontecem, pessoas mudam
  • how many secrets can you keep? - quantos segredos você pode guardar?
  • intoxicated with madness, in love with my sadness - intoxicado com loucura, apaixonado pela minha tristeza
  • music is our only salvation from the horror of existence - música é a nossa única salvação do horror da existência
  • queen of disaster - rainha do desastre
  • your loss, baby - sua perda, baby
  • she was a psychedelic mess - ela era uma bagunça psicodélica
  • don’t touch my soul with dirty hands - não toque minha alma com mãos sujas
  • what are you afraid of? - do que você tem medo?
  • She was in her own world - ela estava em seu próprio mundo
  • be who you want to be, not what others want to see - seja quem você quer ser, não o que os outros querem ver
  • you’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a masterpiece - você está rasgado em cada extremidade, mas você é uma obra-prima
  • everybody knows that i’m a mess - todo mundo sabe que eu sou uma confusão
  • it’s crazy how much one person can affect you - é uma loucura o quanto uma pessoa pode afetá-lo
  • life is made of small moments - a vida é feita de pequenos momentos
  • i don’t need you, i have internet - Eu não preciso de você, eu tenho internet
  • idk, google it - eu não sei, pesquise no google
  • you like your insane girls - você gosta de suas meninas loucas
  • high anxiety - alta ansiedade
  • more self love - mais amor próprio
  • feel free to abduct me  - sinta-se livre para me raptar
  • you’re worse than nicotine - você é pior do que a nicotina
  • stay weird - permanecer estranho
  • remember to take care of yourself first - lembre-se de cuidar de si mesmo primeiro
  • someday, I will be your girl - algum dia, eu serei sua garota
  • i’m passive agressive - eu sou agressivo passivo
  • once upon a time, fuck you, the end - era uma vez, foda-se, fim
  • happy ending? sorry, we aren’t in disney - final feliz? desculpa, mas não estamos na Disney
  • i won’t cry for you, my mascara is too expensive - Eu não vou chorar por você, meu rímel é muito caro
  • you can’t wake up, this is not a dream - você não pode acordar, isso não é um sonho
  • good times, bad friends - bons tempos, maus amigos
  • i’ve kissed more bottles than boys - eu beijei mais garrafas do que meninos
  • i wish i didn’t care all the time - eu gostaria de não me importar o tempo todo
  • I gave wrong people the right pieces of me - Eu dei pessoas erradas as peças certas de mim
  • I gotta stay high all the time, to keep you off my mind - Eu tenho que permanecer alta o tempo todo, para mantê-lo fora de minha mente
  • you’re into drugs, and I’m into you - você está em drogas, e eu estou em você
  • Diz que não acredita no amor, pra ver se o amor acredita nela
  • O problema é que as pessoas sabem pouco, mas falam muito. 
Death will find us. Does this concern you, my love? That there will be a day that we are reduced to non-existence. That the whole universe will be gone as far as our consciousness is concerned. As if someone flicked the light switch. Poof – and there was nothing. Memories, thoughts, dreams, and ideals; all will mean less than nothing. The bounty sinks with the ship and dissolves in salt water. Does the loss of them ache? Should it as a premise? Things like this occupy my mind nowadays. I’ve noticed the tone of my writing has changed. My words resonate in eerie nostalgia. Like I’m writing a memoir. Like I’m saying goodbye. Using ink to keep safe the memories, thoughts, dreams, and ideals we shared. But what am I really trying to save, and is it worth saving at all? The ship sinks. The bounty’s dissolving. And I know you won’t hear the words that leave my drowning lips because you aren’t within an arm’s length. So let me write them down, and cram the note in a watertight bottle now I still have the power to do so: “I love you.” Let my last breath create the buoyancy needed to carry this message across the oceans until it reaches you. It is all I wish to leave behind. It is my bounty. My legacy. The summary of all my memories, thoughts, dreams, and ideals. And what they truly mean to me.
—  Nothing without you, by M.A. Tempels © 2017
Everything Two-Bit Mathews says in the book.

“Nup. They got away this time, the dirty…”

“Nice-lookin’ bruise you got there, kid.

“Nice cut, too. Makes you look tough.”

“Next time get one of us to go with you, Ponyboy. Any of us will.”

“I was plannin’ on getting boozed up tomorrow night. If I don’t, I’ll walk over and find y'all.”

“Okay, greasers, you’ve had it.”

“Who’s this, your great-aunts?”

“Sorry, kid. I forgot.”

“Shoot. You’re ninety-six if you’re a day.”

“Brother, you’re a sharp one. Where’d you two ever get to be picked up by a couple of greasy hoods like Pony and Johnny?”

“Five. They don’t talk Arabian, I don’t think. Say somethin’ in Arabian, Johnnycake.”

“Hey, where is ol’ Dally, anyways?”

“He’ll probably find the fight. That’s why I came over. Mr. Timothy Shepherd and Co. are looking for whoever so kindly slashed their car’s tires, and since Mr. Curly Shepherd spotted Dallas doing it…well…Does Dally have a blade?”

“Good. Tim’ll fight fair if Dally don’t pull a blade on him. Dally shouldn’t have any trouble.”

“A fair fight isn’t rough. Blades are rough. So are chains and heaters and pool sticks and rumbles. Skin fighting isn’t rough. It blows off steam better than anything. There’s nothing wrong with throwing a few punches. Socs are rough. They gang up on one or two, or they rumble each other with their social clubs. Us greasers usually stick together, but when we do fight among ourselves, it’s a fair fight between two. And Dally deserves whatever he gets, ‘cause slashed tires ain’t no joke when that was his fault. Our one rule, besides Stick together, is Don’t get caught. He might get beat up, he might not. Either way there’s not going to be any blood feud between our outfit and Shepard’s. If we needed them tomorrow they’d show. If Tim beats Dally’s head in, and then tomorrow asks us for help in a rumble, we’ll show. Dally was getting kicks. He got caught. He pays up. No sweat.”

“You dig okay, baby. Anyone want a weed?”

“Me, too. Get Johnny some, too. I’m buyin.”

“You must make such interestin’ conversation, you keepin’ your mouth shut and Johnny not sayin’ anything.”

“Who is it? The F.B.I.?”

“And a few other of the socially elite checkered shirt-set.”

“Who’s acting? I’m a natural normal.”

“Don’t get mouthy, Ponyboy.”

“No…no, Ponyboy, that ain’t right…you got it wrong…”

“Shut your mouth, kid. If you wasn’t Soda’s kid brother I’d beat the tar out of you. You know better than to talk to Johnny like that.”

“He didn’t mean it Johnny.”

“Shut up talkin’ like that. We couldn’t get along without you, so you can just shut up!”

“I know. The chips are always down when it’s our turn, but that’s the way things are. Like it or lump it.”

“Who you callin’ bums?”

“Then pity the back seat.”

“Why? We ain’t scared of them.”

“Well, those were two good-lookin’ girls if I ever saw any.”

“Marcia’s number. Probably a phony one, too. I must have been outa my mind to ask for it. I think I’m a little soused.”

“Y'all goin’ home?”

“I don’t know why I handed you that busted bottle. You’d never use it.”

“Gonna go play a little snooker and get hunt up a poker game. Maybe get rip-roarin’ drunk. I dunno. See y'all tomorrow.”

“Anybody home?” 

“Hey, Ponyboy. Long time no see.”

“Man, dig baldy here! I wouldn’t have believed it. I thought all the wild Indians in Oklahoma had been tamed. What little squaw’s got that tuff-lookin’ mop of yours, Ponyboy?”

“What I like is the ‘turn’ bit. Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn’t ‘turn’ all of a sudden.”

“No what?”

“Why is it very bad?”

“I’ll babysit him. I haven’t got anything better to do.”

“Work? And ruin my rep? I wouldn’t be babysittin’ the kid here if I knew of some good day-nursery open on Saturdays.”

“Holler uncle.”

“…anyway, I was walking around downtown and started to take this short cut through an alley…and I ran into three guys. I says ‘Howdy’ and they just look at each other. Then one says 'We would jump you but since you’re as slick as us we figure you don’t have nothin’ worth takin’.’ I says 'Buddy, that’s that truth’ and went right on. Moral: What’s the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley?”

“No, another social outcast!”

“This house ain’t messy. You oughtta see my house.”

“Shoot, kid, if I ever did that my mom would die of shock.”

“I would drive us, but the breaks are out on my car. Almost killed me and Kathy the other night. You oughtta see Kathy’s brother. Now there’s a hood. He’s so greasy he glides when he walks. He goes to the barber for an oil change, not a haircut.”

“You know the rules. No jazz before the rumble.”

“Hey, Johnnykid.”

“They treatin’ you okay, kid?”

“Don’t talk. Just listen. We’ll bring you some hair grease next time. We’re havin’ the big rumble tonight.”

“It’s too bad you and Dally can’t be in it. It’s the first big rumble we’ve had—not countin’ the time we whipped Shepard’s outfit.”

“Tim Shepard?”

“Did you know you got your name in the paper for being a hero?”

“You want anything besides hair grease, kid?”

“Okay. Don’t y'all run off.”

“I wish it was any one of us except Johnny. We could all get along without anyone but Johnny.”

“No wonder he hates your guts.”

“Oh, lordy! He has to live with that.”

“We just left him. I don’t know about stuff like this…but…well, he seemed pretty bad to me. He passed out cold before we left him.”

“Yeah.”

“You feel okay? You’re awful hot.”

“All right. But Darry’ll kill me if you’re really sick and go ahead and fight anyway.”

“You know somethin? You’d think you could get away with murder, living with your big brother and all, but Darry’s stricter with you than your folks were, ain’t he?”

“You know, the only thing that keeps Darry from bein’ a Soc is us.”

“I never knew you to play chicken in a rumble before. Not even when you was a little kid.”

“Somethin’ is gonna happen. We’re gonna stomp the Socs’ guts, that’s what.”

“What’s up with the big-times?”

“You sure?”

“Thanks, Cherry.”

“Welup, I see we’re in prime condition for a rumble. Is everybody happy?”

“Get thee hence, white trash. I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties.”

“I jump greasers!”

“Shoot, everybody fights.”

“They’re running! Look at the dirty —— run!” (Ponyboy isn’t sure if Two-Bit says it or not, but we could count it as him.)

“So he finally broke. So even Dally has a breaking point.”

“You really would have used that bottle, wouldn’t you? Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn’t need to. You’d have really cut them up, huh?”

“Ponyboy, listen, don’t get tough. You’re not like the rest of us and don’t try to be…”

“What in the world are you doing?”

“You little sonofagun.”

“No, but that’s what I’m wishing was all that’s bothering me.”

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm new to bts and I just found your blog (love it btw!) I want to get to know the boys more if you could describe each of them in a few traits what would they be?

Thanks for loving BTS and our blog, we’re all glad you’ve joined us ^^

Ahh, okay, hard question! I could describe them each as so many different things, and because we may perceive them differently, people might not agree with my opinions~ And there are things I could describe all members of BTS as. This includes (but is not limited to): hardworking, appreciative, hilarious, down to earth, sweet, genuine, etc.. But okay, the members. I’m going to try to use only three adjectives per member so it doesn’t get too long, haha:

Namjoon: Namjoon is so.. Ahh. I really fell for his personality. If I could describe him in a few traits, it would be introspective, open, and noodle. Yes, noodle. Though I haven’t been part of this fandom for very long, it’s not hard to see how much Namjoon has grown over time. He has learned a lot about the world and himself. Like any of us, he has struggled and made mistakes, but he always tries to understand and better himself as a result. He also constantly shares his thoughts with us all, which really makes me feel like he’s just one of us, taking life day by day. And he really never lets any of us feel left out, always being inclusive in speeches, learning languages, etc~ He really has a lot on his shoulders as the leader of BTS, but I think he’s doing an incredible job. I also described him as noodle because he’s really just so silly when he lets loose. Who remembers that VLive when he danced on his bed? ^^

Seokjin: I’m so happy and thankful the boys (and the rest of us) have someone like Jin to look up to, because he is truly amazing. To describe him, I’d say he’s reliable, generous and lighthearted. He’s always looking out for the members and keeping everyone’s spirits up, which isn’t an easy task. I’m positive he does a lot of things we don’t see as well. On the other hand, he also constantly gives to us~ for example, remember the list of things he did for his birthday? Just to share his time with us. My heart exploded. However at the same time, Jin is level headed and still manages to do the things he originally set his sights on doing, such as attend university and graduate! Being part of BTS was not at all in his plan, but look at him now! It says so much about his character~ Even though Namjoon is the leader of the group, Jin works really hard as the “oldest hyung,” who inspires the rest of us to not only dream big but also let life take you along for the ride. He truly leaves me in awe.

Yoongi: Ah, where do I start!? I would describe Yoongi as passionate, complex, and a grandpa. He really puts his all into his music and as we saw in Agust D, he opened up a whole new side of himself to the world. He didn’t get to where he is easily, but he was patient and hardworking and now he’s even producing songs for other artists. He’s someone to look up to because he really needed to persevere to make his dreams a reality. And somehow he manages to go from pouty and tired to smiley and energized in seconds. He still surprises me, haha. There are many parts to him that I only wish I could get to know. He may not be as loud or constantly posting like other members, but he does cute things and posts selfies when he knows we miss him. Yoongi is honestly just so interesting to me and I may not be describing his character very well but just know that I love and appreciate him so much~

Hoseok: Ohhhh boy. Where does one even begin? Hoseok is inspiring, adaptable and warm (like the sun). For someone whose specialty was dancing, he’s become quite the amazing entertainer, who can now rap and participate in the music making as well. I seriously admire him so much, as everyone should. He had a dream and worked his butt off to acquire other talents to make that dream come true. Now he’s on stage, performing MAMA and making me cry in the crowd! This is kind of why he is (in my opinion) adaptable. He can take part in many different things and show the best of himself no matter what. Also, though he apparently has a more serious character than what we see, he has done really well with his bubbly and angelic “J-Hope” stage presence. Honestly, I think he’d be a really amazing friend that I wish I could have irl. I also said he’s warm, but I don’t think that needs any explanation. He’s so lovely and he truly radiates light~

Jimin: Jimin, our sweet boy! I would describe him as compassionate/affectionate (I think they go together when describing him), thoughtful, and smol (hehe). Does compassionate/affectionate even need explanation? Jimin is the most outwardly loving towards his members, whether it be on stage/in person (what stands out to me is when he hopped over to Tae after he spoke about his grandmother at Muster) or his posts every time someone appears on a show/releases something (Jin on LOTJ, Yoongi releasing Agust D). He’s so supportive and always makes the members feel appreciated. It’s like he does the things we wish we could do for the members. I have no doubt that he’s this way in their home, talking to the members who are going through a hard time and helping them get through it. He’s also just so thoughtful when it comes to us. We see a lot of their perspective thanks to him, as he always shares videos of himself or other members. He keeps us close, and for that I’m so thankful. Jimin has a pure heart and though he himself has struggled he has always stayed true to who he is. I also described him as smol, because he’s so good at being cute. When he smiles his eyes light up and somehow manages to radiate love~

Taehyung: Aw, my heart. Open-hearted, multi-faceted and youthful. Similar to Yoongi, Tae is also one who seems to have many sides to him, some that I’m just so curious about. He has a really open mind, and with that, open heart, and I think that’s why he has so many friends. I think he must be really good at finding a way to connect to people, and that leaves me in awe of him.Tae also has many interests and sometimes a deep way of thinking. I wish I could get to know him on a personal level just to hear his thoughts on art, the world, everything. I think there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s also very youthful, as I’m sure we all can see in Bangtan Bombs and Bon Voyage. Remember when he got lost and was sooo okay with it? And when he spent forever flipping the water bottle? I know I don’t know him personally, but I think Tae really tries to make the most of life, living it to the fullest day by day, like kids do. I love that about him.

Jungkook: Aw man, what do I even say.. He’s amazing, to say the least. I’d describe him as courageous, relatable, and charismatic. He started this idol-life when he was really young, and that must be a lot to deal with and grow up into. He didn’t get to do a lot of the normal things that I’m sure we all did in middle/high school, but he’s really made the most of it and now is thriving and has even made friends outside of Bangtan. He’s also trying so hard to expand his skill set, trying to practice writing and producing even though it’s hard for him. For that, he’s courageous. Somehow, though, he still is just like the rest of us. He’s seemingly introverted, is a bit shy, and can be a total fanboy (GD, IU!?). There’s something so relatable. All in all, he’s really grown into who he is today. His loud laugh, competitiveness and his silly facial expressions are all parts of him I love.

WOW I said I wasn’t going to make it long asdfghjkl; !!! Why am I like this.. Apologies. When I start talking about them, I can’t stop. Anyways, here are some of my thoughts on each of the members. This took me two days to write~ I don’t even know if this is the answer you expected but thanks for asking, since it was fun talking about them. ^^
- Kristi

“Let’s build a home“ jar requested by Anonymous

Ingredients :

  • a little bottle/jar
  • wax
  • salt for purification
  • sugar for peace
  • sage for purification
  • dried basil for protection against evil and negative energies
  • dried mint for positivity and success
  • lavender for peace
  • cloves for protection and banishing of negative energies
  • dried orange/lemon peels for prosperity and happiness
  • a protective stone such as agate, obsidian, labradorite, jade, etc
  • clear quartz to enhance the energies

How to proceed:

  1. Take the time to light a candle, meditate if you wish to and focus on your intent: a happy and positive place to live in, safe. Visualize it cleary and with as many details as possible.
  2. Add the salt at the bottom of your jar, then all the other ingredients in layers. If you do not have all of them, try to have at least one of each category. With each ingredient, repeat your wish for a peaceful, happy and protected house.
  3. Finally, add the lid to your bottle and seal it with the wax (I used vanilla wax here), focusing on your intent one last time
  4. Add the ribbon if you wish.
  5. Place the jar/bottle in the main room of your house, hidden or in plain sight, as a decorative element!

Note: you can also do the same thing as a charm bag, using a green or golden fabric!

And of course, for any question, shoot me an ask!

Spells/charm bags/jars requests are OPEN