“He grinned, and the grin changed his face completely. Ty when he was still and expressionless had an intensity that fascinated Kit; when he was smiling, he was extraordinary.” ― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows
This is an amazing, absolutely unique, perfectly preserved Atom-age
Nuclear Survival Kit from the 1960s. Made by Family Survival Service of
San Francisco. Contains enough food and water to support one person for
“Contents Protected Against Radioactive Fallout”
It’s all here!
Comes with hot breakfasts (2 servings of Ralston, 3 servings of
Farina), Hot Dinners (Macaroni & Cream, Chili & Beans, Spanish
Rice, Cheese & Rice Casserole, & Vegetable Stew), twelve 12-oz
cans of US Aqua drinking water, 10 servings of hot chocolate, A First
Aid kit, A tiny folding stove with a can of Sterno, 2 dozen paper
towels, 2 plastic cups, matches, candles, a can opener, silverware, a
bag, and a book called We Will: Do-it-yourself Survival In The Atom Age,
which contains a lot of ranting about the commies and Russians but
doesn’t exactly address what you’re supposed to do ten days after the
bomb drops and the skies are on fire but you’re out of Mac & Cream.
evocative of cold war paranoia. A must have for the apocalypse. A
once-in-a-lifetime chance to own this piece of grim Americana.
$250 - Free shipping to continental U.S. Message for more info or overseas shipping.
“It’s such an emotional moment. She finally made it to Castle Black. And there’s this look where they’re just studying each other’s faces, with no expression. Then there’s this long embrace. It’s just awesome.” ~ Sophie Turner.
I always like to keep certain magical supplies on hand when I’m on the go, but I tend to put a vile in this pocket and a crystal in that pocket and I forget what is where.
Altoid tins make great organizers for when you’re out and about. I’ve also seen many people make travel altars with these for when they are away from home or if they are still in the broom closet.
This kit can be anything that you find is most important to have based in what you do. I’m a stickler for cleansing and protecting my surroundings. So my kit includes:
- Sea Salt
- Dragons Blood Salt
- Smokey Quartz Crystal
- A wand (one that I made myself using fox bone, clear quartz point, and some tigers eye and fire agate beads)
- A Tea Light and some matches
- A striker for the matches glued to the lid
- Mini bowl made from epoxy clay
- Home made mini runes also made from epoxy clay.
What I love most about this tiny tin is that it can fit into a bag as small as a clutch or even your pocket and you’ll have everything you need.
Pairing: Kit Walker X Reader
Warning: Cursing, v v fluffy
a/n: Kit Walker imagine where Kit gets into a fight and the reader becomes afraid of him, resulting in a sad and crying Kit.
(I changed it up a bit from the gif just so it’d be cute lolol)
(I tried to make this as fluffy as possible but I’m pretty sure it sucks ass)
“Kit, just leave it please..” You whispered into your husband’s ear, stepping in between him and the incredibly built man that was supposedly looking you up.
You and Kit went for a night out at the bar, and things quite frankly didn’t go as planned.
“No, Y/N. Not until this asshole admits he was checking you out.“ He said, anger very evident in his tone. Kit was always the jealous type. He isn’t fond of the idea that other men can see you the way he does, or make you laugh like he can. He absolutely hates it. He would get upset at the smallest of things. He’d even get over protective if you shook another man’s hand! So when he looked over from a secluded table in the corner you were both sitting at, and saw that the man you were currently talking to looked down your low cut dress as you asked the bartender for two drinks, he became enraged.
The buff man took another step forward, gently grabbing your waist, “Who are you calling asshole? I’m pretty sure this lovely gal doesn’t mind.” He winked, and slid his hand down from your waist to your butt, squeezing it roughly. You scoffed in disgust and tried escaping the man’s grip, causing him to only hold you tighter.
And that’s when Kit snapped. He grabbed you and pulled you behind him as he threw a mean right hook at the man’s jaw, causing him to tumble to the ground. Kit got on top of him and started swinging his fists like a mad man. You watched with terrified eyes as two random men pulled Kit away from the bloodied and beaten man.
Kit spit on him as he got up, “Touch my girl again and you’ll be dead, man. I can promise you that.”
Kit shrugged off the two men and went to go reach for your hand, but you flinched away. You were absolutely terrified. You had never seen him so angry. You had never dealt with anger very well.
Kit’s eyes flashed a look of hurt and realization before grabbing you softly by your waist, ignoring the way you shrunk back as he did and led you out to the car.
The ride home was completely silent and filled with tension.
Once the car stopped, Kit immediately booked it into the house. You wore a confused expression as you entered the house minutes later.
You removed your shoes and got ready for bed, changing into one of Kit’s shirts. You entered the bedroom after brushing your teeth to see Kit grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the closet.
“What are you doing?” You asked him, retreating to your side of the bed.
“Sleeping on the couch..” He mumbled as if it were obvious.
You rolled your eyes, “Kit, don’t be ridiculous, get in bed.”
Kit didn’t argue as he slipped into bed, not uttering a single word as he drifted off to sleep. You turned out the lights and got into bed. You became confused as to why you didn’t feel Kit’s body warmth radiating off of him, until you realized that he was sleeping at the very edge of the bed, farthest from you.
You frowned at this and bent over to kiss his cheek goodnight; as you couldn’t go to sleep without showing him affection, wether he was awake or not. But as you bent over to kiss him, you heard a small sniffle. And that’s when you realized,
He was crying.
Your face fell as you scooted over to lamp and turned it on, before crawling over to Kit. You rubbed his arm lightly, a placed a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder.
“Kit, baby.. look at me.” You said softly.
Kit turned around to face you, his red, glossy eyes meeting yours. You sat the both of you up, before straddling Kit and bringing his head into the crook of your neck, causing him to wrap his strong, muscular arms around your body.
“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” He cried, his body shaking as you wrapped your arms around him.
“It’s alright darling.” You whispered, nuzzling your face into him.
“It’s just that when I saw him make you laugh like that, and look at you like that, I just..” He pulled away, his grip getting tighter on your waist. You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed and his eyes grew dark. “I couldn’t help it.”
But then, you saw the anger diminish from his eyes, and was soon replaced by hurt and sadness.
“But when you flinched away from me like that.. God, Y/N..” He squeezed his eyes shut as more tears fell, and rested his head against your shoulder, “It hurt me so much. So much more than you think. To have the person you love the most be afraid of you, is the worst feeling of them all. I thought you were gonna leave me because of it.. The look on your face just keeps replaying in my head and I hate myself for it.” He sobbed.
You felt your heart swell as your grip tightened on the crying boy. You felt horrible for making him feel like that, despite his actions.
“I’m sorry baby, I could never be afraid of you. You mean the world to me, darling, and I’d never leave you.” You said, kissing his temple.
You felt his body relax at your words. He then laid you both down so you were cuddling each other.
“I love you, Y/N. So much baby.” He said, putting his head farther into your neck.