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“Khaleesi” Glamour

Give off the powerful and commanding vibe that Daenerys Targaryen gives off to her enemies.

Originally posted by untempoperilupi

What You’ll Need

  • Dragon’s blood incense
  • A red and black candle
  • Mortar and Pestle or items to muddle with
  • A container to save any leftovers
  • Paper
  • Tape
  • Storm water
  • Anemone (flower)
  • 2 pieces of apple bark
  • Benzoin
  • Dahlia
  • Joe-Pye Weed
  • Lemongrass
  • Carnation
  • Cinnamon
  • This sigil

“Perzys zaldrīzi sēnagon kostos daor.” (fire cannot kill a dragon)

What To Do

  • Burn your dragon’s blood incense to start the spell.
  • Surround yourself with dahlias, benzoins, and anemones.
  • Light your black and red candle, burn one of your apple barks to ashes in the red candle (safely and carefully) and then blacken the bark in the black candle so you can write your sigil with it.
  • Add a small amount of storm water as the base of your glamour mix.
  • Then, take your cinnamon, lemongrass, and joe-pye weed and muddle them together.
  • After that take the ashes of your dragon’s blood incense and them into the muddled mix.
  • Write the sigil onto a piece of paper with the blackened apple bark, activate it by burning it, and then put the ashes into the muddled mix.
  • Rub onto your skin while thinking/saying “Perzys zaldrīzi sēnagon kostos daor.” or if you can’t speak Valyrian clearly “Fire cannot kill a dragon.”
  • Dispose of the carnations, benzoins, and anemones after you’re done.
  • If you have any leftovers put them into the container, draw the same sigil on a piece of paper with the blackened apple bark, and tape onto that container. Do not write the meaning of the sigil.
  • Keep the mixture in a cool, damp place.
‘I’ve dreamed about you all day,’ she told him.
‘I’ve dreamed about you for a year,” he told her.
They started out slow, kissing.
That was all they needed for a long, long time,
until she put her hands inside his shirt.
He let her explore his chest and his arms and his back,
but at last he pulled away. ‘I have to go,’ he said miserably.
‘Why?’
He kissed her. ‘Because I’m a gentleman.
I can’t trust myself to be one too much longer.’
‘Maybe I don’t want you to trust yourself,’ she said boldly,
letting her hormones do the talking.
‘Oh, Lena.’ He sounded as though he were partly underwater.
He wasn’t looking at her as though he wanted to go anywhere.
He kissed her more and then broke away.
‘There are a few things I want to do with you very badly.’
She nodded.
‘You haven’t done…these things before, have you?’
She shook her head. Suddenly she was worried he thought she was inept.
‘All the more reason,’ he said. ‘We have to be slow. Make it count.’
She didn’t see the other people around her as she went. She saw the determination in his face and she felt it too. She found herself thinking, Well this is it, and knew she was walking into the rest of her life without another pause or question or even a glance to either side. I choose you, she thought. Come what may, you are what I choose.
—  Sisterhood Everlasting, page 336 by Anne Brashares
And then there was Kostos. Out of the soil of more than a dozen years of disappointment, joy bloomed in every single thing she and Kostos did together. Sitting next to him in the car on the drive up, buying him a cup of coffee at the gas station, sharing a Milky Way, getting lost on the back roads, her spilling her water bottle on her lap, him mopping at her skirt with two napkins. There was sexiness in everything that passed between them: her putting change in his hand for the toll, him pushing her hair aside to see the map better. Every time he looked at her. Every time she looked at him…it was watching Lena and Kostos walking toward her holding hands. It was Lena’s happiness.
—  Sisterhood Everlasting, Ann Brashares

Punisher, The (1989)
The Punisher - Rankaisija (Egmont Film)
“Kylmäverinen ja häikäilemätön rankaisija taistelee mafiaa vastaan.

Frank Castle näki mafian murhaavan perheensä. Hän näki oikeuden päästävän syylliset vapaiksi. Sen jälkeen ei Frank Castlea enää ole olemassa - on vain "Rankaisija” - poliisi, tuomari ja pyöveli yhdessä ja samassa persoonassa.
Viiden vuoden ajan hän on elänyt laajassa viemäriverkostossa maan alla. Vain kosto hänen perheensä murhaajille ajaa hänet ylös päivänvaloon. 125 mafian kärkimiestä on jo kuollut raa'asti ja armottomasti, mutta hänellä on yhä vielä rangaistuksia jaettavana. Kaupunkiin saapuu kuitenkin pelottava vihollinen: Yakusa!
Yakusa on japania ja merkitsee mafiaa. Tässä kaupungissa se merkitsee veristä sotaa…“

New phone, who dis?


Kerran viime kesänä sanoin erään tyypin seksistiseen vitsiin Pokemon Go-ryhmässä että ei ole hauska heitto. Siitä syttyi aika iso soppa, jossa minua haukuttin huono itsetuntoiseksi ja kommentoitiin, että pitäsi antaa olla, ei ole niin vakavaa. 

Tänään tapahtui tällaista kun kommentoin tyypillistä “Millä levelillä olette pelissä”-kyselyä;

Kyseinen tyyppi on näköjään kesästä asti muistanut tilanteen ja halusi “kostaa.” Kosto meni pieleen sillä mulla ei ollut hajuakaan, kuka tyyppi oli. Menin näyttämään tätä keskustelua perspektiivivirheelle, joka keksi tyypin kontekstin:

“Ei kai toi ole se tyyppi kesältä, jolle sanoit seksistisestä läpästä. Jos on niin tää on ihan uus absurdiuden leveli.”

Sehän tämä tyyppi olikin. 

Voin nin kuvitella, kun tämä ihminen on kuukausia muistanut tilanteen, sitten nyt huomasi, että nyt pääsee näpäyttämään kunnolla takaisin, nyt hän voi loistaa. Mikä pettymys se on ollut, kun minä en muistakaan häntä, arkkivihollstani vuosien takaa. 

He’s right, Car. I am afraid. There’s a part of me that wants to let him in but then I feel myself put this wall up and I don’t understand why. Maybe that’s what strikes me most about Kostas: that despite everything he’s suffered he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way. I’ve never known that kind of faith. It makes me so sad that people like Kostas and Bridget who have lost everything can still be open to love… while I, who have lost nothing, am not.
—  Lena, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (Movie)