i think that is how you spell it

anonymous asked:

Hello there! So my boyfriend and I have been trying to get our own place away from his roommates for a month now and his applications keep being denied (my credit is too bad to apply and his is kinda low). We saw this place today that is absolutely perfect and want it soo badly. Is there a spell I can do that might help us out? It could be for financial stability, luck, whatever you think would help. We just REALLY want this place. (I'm a broke baby witch)

Hey! I hope I didn’t get to this too late! I know how this feeling goes, and I hope you do get the place! You have my best wishes in that! Spellwise, I only know two for finding a house, but im linking you to a few masterposts for financial and luck spells!

You know I just realized that the Altain people used to be welcomed all throughout the universe right so just think as Altia was being destroyed other Altains were on different planets so in theory there could be Altain mix Aliens on many different planets like how Keith is part Galra

(Sorry for the bad spelling and or grammar)

lightleftbehind  asked:

// Also spelling in ancient egyptian is not strict because they had so many different hieroglyphs that showed different sounds, single, double or triple consonant signs. something that sounds like bakura could be written like bkhr, bkur, bakura, bAkur, bAkura, bbAkura, bbAAkura and so on. a lot of the time they wrote with less or more repetition to fill up the space they had available to write on. also unless he had a scribe in the family i dont think he could spell it himself so eh don't worry

((that….. has got to be one of the most confusing things ever. huh. I honestly feel more confused now than enlightened, and making sense of history has got to be one of the most befuddling jobs of all time. 

I think I am just going to stick with spelling his name “Bakura” バクラ and call it good XD 

Thank you for explaining it to me though! You are amazing, I am super impressed, and not even lying.))

anonymous asked:

As for Victor/Viktor, I'm p sure the "official show spelling" is Victor, BUT it's an error bc in Russian you wouldn't have the c make a hard sound, so the name is spelled "Viktor." Kinda like how Yuri should probably be Yuuri. Idk, I think it's just based on preference. It doesn't matter all that much

oh thats cool to know!! when i saw the different spellings i decided to go with “victor” and then idk it just stuck with me,,,, 

anonymous asked:

Hello! First I wanted to tell you that your arts are amazing! You are very creative and unique, I just love KO&Bee that way you draw, and their stories. How long have you been darwing? How did you learnt to draw? I am very interested. (sorry for the bad grammer/spelling, this is not my mother language)

Aww well thank you!! you are very sweet! Glad to hear you like my KOBB stuff 

I’ve been drawing my whole life. It’s just a thing and my family is full of artists and painters and such so i’ve always been encouraged to just keep drawing
I don’t or rather can’t remember how did i learn to draw, i just kinda drew and here i am!

Viktor’s Final Goodbye to Figure Skating: Two Yuris and Two World Records

Alternatively titled: English Major With Nothing Better To Do With Her Life Overanalyzes Things (finals??? haha what are those)

Now, for the sake of sparing you time because this meta is going to get long as hell, here’s the gist right now: I’m thinking 1. Yuuri’s going to take Viktor’s World Record in the Free Skate and 2. Viktor’s never going to go back to competitive skating again. 

Now, am I right about this? Who the fuck knows! Is that going to stop me from writing a god damn essay about it? No. No it is not. So. Let’s begin:

Okay, so I know people have talked about it before (a lot), but the OP is the crowning jewel of both this show and my theory, so bear with me. 

One of the most interesting things about the OP is that, despite being sung by one singer, it’s generally agreed that the different parts of the OP are “sung” by different characters. The OP starts off with someone talking about how they’re “tired of feeling” like they’re “never enough,” and Yuuri’s shown on screen. Then, Viktor shows up on screen and the lyrics are about encouraging someone to believe in themselves. That is, Viktor encouraging Yuuri to believe in himself. Basically, the main idea here is that skater on screen = who’s singing the current lyrics.


Yuri shows up! And Yuuri’s on screen with him! And the lines are “Don’t stop us now, the moment of truth, we were born to make history.”

There are two singers in this part! In fact, go listen to the song right now and you’ll notice that there are literally two singers in this part (a background vocalist joins in on this line). So the “we” is Yuri and Yuuri, and they’re both singing about how they’re going to “make history” during “the moment of truth” (aka the Grand Prix Finals). 

Well, guess who just made history by blasting Viktor Nikiforov’s SP record out of the water?

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One-word spell?

Hi, so i really like making my own spells but i don’t feel very comfortable with saying loooong sentences and basically using a lot of words. So i often use One Word Spells.


Yes, the One Word Spells. They are more powerfull than you think. Rules are simple: say loud just one word.


This is how to do it:

1. Light a candle ( use colour that fits your intention or your fav ; )

2. Sit (on the floor, chair, whatever, just be close to the candle) and relax.I said: relax. It’s important. Really. Chill.

3. Think. Think about your intentions. Treat it like some kind of a prayer (?) Just think a lot about what you need right now, what is your intention. Don’t be afraid to talk a lot, it’s your own head, right?

4. Say it. Choose one word and ‘import’ all of your thoughts from  ↑ in this few letters. Imagine this situation- your thoughts become 1 single word.

5. Leave the candle lighting for a moment. Stare in the flame, it’s cool, isn’t it? Now you can put it off. It’s over. 

Just one word.

“Am I at ninety-four yet?”

Neil asked.

He was not at ninety-four. Ninety-four was the whispered words, “Thank you. You were amazing.” They echoed inside Andrew’s head over and over, like they were an offering, a prayer, a goodbye, like they were pushed out of his body with his dying breath. It was irritating and he was going to bring it up on the bus. He was going to spell it out nice and slow how Neil needed to stop living like he was dying and start living like the exy junkie he was.

Ninety-five was turning around and seeing nothing. Not nothing in the sense that Neil was nothing, but nothing in the sense of panic, of worry, of standing on the edge of the rooftop looking down thinking “Would it hurt if I fell?” The space where Neil should have been filled with emotions that Andrew swore he would never feel again.

Ninety-six was finding his bag. It wasn’t the bag that held his entire life, that was locked away in the Fox Tower, safe. It was the bag that held his future. A future he knew Neil wanted in the way he clutched the key he gave him back in August. A key that was left in the God forsaken bag with Neil nowhere in sight.

For ninety-seven, Kevin was there. The other foxes were there too but the words Kevin formed with his breath passing over his voice box and the movements of his tongue and jaw, were the only things that mattered. Kevin’s mouth moved, sound traveled in vibrations through the air, hit Andrew’s eardrums, and then his hands were around Kevin’s neck. There were lies and half-truths and Andrew hated those. Again not in the sense he hated Neil but in the sense that he hated the word ‘please’ and ‘misunderstanding’. He hated how he didn’t hate Neil because of all the lies. And for that, ninety-seven.

Ninety-eight was the phone call that Neil had been found.

Ninety-nine was walking through the hotel door and seeing him crumple in agony. It was the hissed “Don’t” as he did his best sooth away the pain. It was the eyes that were Nathaniel’s with hints of Neil peeking out behind his irises. It was the look of a man staring helplessly as the executioner readied the guillotine. It was the words “I’m sorry” like he had something to be sorry for. It was his attitude that no matter how beat up he got, remained impeccably intact. And it was the question he still had the gall to ask: “Am I at ninety-four yet?”

“You are at one hundred.”

Client: The in-progress illustration looks beauti- wait. You mispelled a word.

Me: I’ll fix that up in a second. What do you think of the colors and layout?

Client: How can you not catch a typo?

Me: There are still rounds of revisions - it’ll be fixed by the time it goes to print. For now I need your feedback on the design.

Client: (continues ranting about the importance of spelling and grammar for fifteen minutes).

what he says: im fine

what he means: well here’s- here’s my surprise. im not doin it. le- listen, i’m done. taako- that’s me, hi- i’m done with elevators. never again. last time i was in an elevator, vines tried to eat my dick, i’m never getting in an elevator again, suck it. nope. not in a million bajillion my- my dudes- you’ll have to knock me out like b.a. baracus gettin on a plane. i- no way, absolutely not, noOOO elevators for taako. go for it thugs. taako’s here. terra firma, baby. ….why can’t- why- i don’t even think im needed to do this, this is unimportant- and - the- dont do it i swear to god, you will not like how this ends. i will burn a spell slot on you i give no shits

Multilingual Relationship

Yuuri: “Yurio! Davai!”
Viktor: “Yurio! Ganba!”

Viktor’s usage of “ganba” caught my interest: it’s a contraction of the standard “ganbatte”, and one of the words that you would most likely pick up from living in Japan and/or staying around Japanese people rather than vocabulary books. Although we can’t be sure what language Viktor was using here, due to Japanese being the default language of the anime, I like to think that Viktor was speaking in Japanese. Yuuri and Viktor picking up words from each other’s vernacular and and subconsciously incorporating them into their own vocabularies gives me *life*.

ron didn’t know how the sorting ceremony worked so i am genuinely curious what all these poor first years were thinking like i totally believe there were 11 year olds so desperate to get into ravenclaw or something that they memorized the dictionary and practiced a dozen basic spells only to find out some old hat was gonna recite a poem and read their minds just to tell them “yeah kid you like intelligence and all but damn look at that ambition ur gonna be slytherin” and this kid just looks into the camera like they’re in the office

♡ spell to bring money to your loved one ♡

This is a spell I used recently as my boyfriend and I couldn’t see each other due to low funds. long story short he made more than enough for the train fare in tips and has been finding money in odd places since! please feel free to adapt/change as you may wish. 

you will need:

  • Green Candle
  • Rose Petals
  • Silver Coins 
  • Copper/Bronze coins
  • a taglock, if you can get one. 
  • Piece of Paper
  • Green marker
  • little bowl of water

✥ Step One - Think about your intent. how and why do you want this person to receive money? when you are certain, create a sigil (or statement) using this intent and write it on the paper with your marker. 

✥ Step Two - Set up your green candle with the taglock in front of it and arrange the silver coins in a small ring around them. next, take your copper coins and rose petals, placing them petal-coin-petal in a second ring around the silver coins. this should look like the photo above. make sure you have your bowl of water nearby.

✥ Step Three- light your candle! focus on your loved one and envision them drawing in and attracting the money you wish them to have. take your paper and put it near the flame, whilst speaking your intent. for example, I used-

“May the money be brought to he, so that my lover I may see”

burn as much of your paper as possible to activate, using the water to safely put it out. let the candle burn as long as you feel necessary, and blow it out when you’re done!

I hope this brings your loved ones the money they deserve ♡

-sidenotes- I wrote my sigil on a bay leaf AND paper but found the bay leaf was not appropriate to burn inside, feel free to use one though as they can draw prosperity! 

  • Otabek: oh your cat is cute
  • Yurio: yeah, she is. I wouldn't pick him up though. He doesn't like anyone but m-
  • Otabek: *cat cuddles him* he seems to really like me
  • Yurio: yeah, he's usually not this nice-
  • Otabek: well I gotta go
  • Yurio: okay yeah bye *slams the door*
  • Yurio: *turns toward cat*
  • Yurio: alright wtf was that? I thought we had something special
witch tip ✨

can’t remember what a crystal does? can’t figure out what a person’s aura color means? what color candle do i use for a protection spell again? 

colors are always universal! whether its gemstones, candles, auras, flowers, or even sometimes chakras, colors typically help assign everything similar traits. its great to have a general knowledge of colors and i think its something almost every witch should know! its another thing that is personal to you. how do certain colors make you feel and what do they mean to you? your color meanings don’t have to resemble other witches’ lists. i know there’s lots of color lists out there, but here’s my own short list with wiggle room.

☁️ white - purity, blessing, calming, cleansing. (crown chakra.. some see this as a richer purple or violet) 

🏴 black - rid of negativity, protection. (in some cases for auras it can mean bad signs, but not always)

❤️ red - passion, lust, anger. (root chakra)

🎀  pink - affection, love, relationships.

🌞 orange - confidence, joy, travels, success. (sacral chakra)

📒 yellow - happiness, intellect, creativity. (solar plexus chakra)

🍀 green - growth, luck, envy, success. (heart chakra)

💧 blue - peace, emotions, meditation. (throat chakra)

🔮 purple - spirituality, higher knowing, meditation. (third eye chakra)

🌰 brown - animals, home, grounding.

⚙️ grey - security, neither “good” nor “evil”, neutrality.

💰 gold - masculinity, success, solar magick.

⚖️ silver - femininity, divine, cosmic influence, lunar magick.

*remember for some colors a lighter or darker shade may be appropriate for different magick.

if something has more than one color, think of the combination of those two colors and how they will help you. need to protect yourself from those who bring you down? combine self love and protection with rhodonite! want some powerful grounding energy straight from the sun? charge some tiger’s eye in sunlight!

always make magickal meanings your own! happy color casting!

Originally posted by movedtomedicaltag

Last year– I was in love with someone that I have already lost. Somewhere between the change, somewhere between our smiling– I think we knew. Some day too soon, we lost each other because of who we were. Sometimes I still feel wrong, sometimes I still feel out of it. The birds sound a little louder, my heart a little lighter. A year later and I’m still sitting here, it’s just without you. A year later and I’m much better, it’s just growth. A year later and I’m still writing, it’s just more of me, myself and I. I’ve been thinking a lot about beginnings. how a kiss has to end for lips to spell love. how something has to break for a smile. it’s easy to make promises when you’re falling faster than you can get up. but lately, most days a part of you touches me without you knowing. most days the rain falls without the tears. most days I don’t see my scars in the mirror. and we may hurt each other. we may cut ourselves on the windows. but we may love each other like we’ve never been loved before– it’s been months of winter in my chest..so now I’m dancing alone just to stay warm. I still linger, I still linger. Winter, winter– forever in my bones, forever in my bones. Baby, it’s cold outside– I’ve seen the rain come and go, I’ve seen the seasons fly by. I’ve seen the lovers stay for a second, I’ve seen the lovers of yesterday stay afloat. I’ve seen myself bend the knee, I’ve seen depression make me bleed. I’ve seen myself change– but it’s never for the right reasons. My happy little pill, my happy little pill– he sings, he sings. My happy little life, my happy little knife. My happy little life, my happy little scars. My happy little lake, my happy little river. And still, he sings. And still, she sings. And still, they sink.
—  The Ate & The Bunso