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☾ m o o n s a l t  ☽

☾ What is moonsalt?  ☽

I knew moonsalt since I was a little kid, and I  had no idea that it was witchcraft. thing. Basically moonsalt = salt+ash+oil. Of course you can add wahtever you want to  this is just a base.

☾ What i need to make it?  ☽

★ 1 or 2 teaspoons of salt (normal or sea salt, I prefer normal)

★ piece of paper and a pen

★ some oil (I use lavender oil)

Write a sigil on the paper. I mostly use protection or balance sigil. Then burn the paper (be carefull!)

Mix ash, salt and oil and keep it safe in a tiny bottle. You can carry your moonsalt in your bag for protection or keep it in your house for balance. 

☾ Why moonsalt? ☽

I was a kid when I called it like that, probably because of its colour. 

☾ Moonsalt will help you to keep balance in your life and its really simple to do even for baby witches ☽

anonymous asked:

Can we get a sketch of Stan showing off Ford's embarrassing baby photo as Ford tries to stop him?

Ford tries to burn it but Stan’s already made 50 copies and hidden them around the house.

Polynesian AU stuff

So, I think I should start making theme posts for my Polynesian AU or as you like to call it Moana AU (both variants are welcome). Since many of you seemed pretty much interested in this story I’ll try to give you a brief idea of what this whole thing is about.

Sorry for my clumsy English :)

Timeline. The story is set about one and a half century after Maui stole Te Fiti’s heart and everything became hell. All the monsters released from Lalotai and darkness spreading quickly and destroying islands made many tribes search for safe areas to stay, and if they used to be more peaceful back then when the ocean was a safer place now they had to fight for their land and protect it from the newcomers. Overall, sailing wasn’t forbidden but people were slowly losing that special connection with the ocean their ancestry used to have.

Turtles. And that’s where we should start speaking about the turts. In this AU all four brothers (not blood-related) are sons of Tu - god of war in Polynesian mythology. There’s a legend (made up of course) that when the number of tribe wars and monster attacks increased other gods made Tu help the people. He decided to send his guardians which would protect people from Lalotai monsters and maybe prevent some war cases. Following what the legend tells the strongest of female sea turtles (turtles are considered to be a symbol of strength and war) gave their eggs to Tu and he placed them on small islands in different regions. One of those islands was our turtles’ birthplace.

Firstly, their names are different in this story. I tried to choose the most fitting ones.

  • Leo is a green sea turtle named Lono which means “peace and prosperity
  • Raph is a leatherback sea turtle named Rapa which means “giant”
  • Donnie is also a green sea turtle named Roro which means “brain” (there’s a lack of names and even words starting with D in Maori and Hawaiian languages so I had to put up with this variant, it isn’t half bad I think)
  • Mikey is a loggerhead sea turtle named Maika which means “good”

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instead of Danny’s finger tips or lips turning blue when he’s cold, they actually turn more of a sea green. thankfully it normally takes below freezing temperatures for Danny to show these signs, so he’s been able to hide it well. however if he hasn’t used his ice powers in a while, his core body temperature will increasingly drop and then he’ll start showing signs.

A group of amateur cave explorers discovered a river in Mexico with banks, trees and leaves just like an ordinary river, but with an additional metric shit ton of “WTF,” because they were hovering 25 feet over it in scuba gear when they discovered it.

While underwater water doesn’t seem possible, the “river” is actually a briny mix of salt water and hydrogen sulfide. It’s much more dense than regular salt water, so it sinks to the bottom and forms a distinct separation that acts and flows like a river.

In addition to giving scuba divers the distinct feeling that they’re flying through a landscape painting, the underwater river allows them to snap mind-blowing pictures like the one you’re looking at taken by Anatoly Beloshchin.

Unfortunately, hydrogen sulfide is extremely toxic, so the chances of the above scuba diver pulling in some sort of meta-fish aren’t great. However, there is an underwater body of water on the abyssal plain (the part out past the continental shelf where the ocean floor starts to make shit real) that is teeming with life. Deep sea lakes look like normal lakes, complete with sandy and rocky shores. Scientist call these lakes “cold seeps,” but they’re a hotbed for life, because apparently waterfront real estate is a hot commodity under water, too. The “rocky” shores are actually made up of hundreds of thousands of mussels.

The 5 Most Mind-Blowing Things That Can Be Found Underwater

On the subject of Gomora’s taxonomy

To be honest, given the Ultraman franchise’s usual relationship with science, I doubt there was any intended definition to Gomora’s species beyond “miscellaneous dinosaur”. Thus, when one asks what family he belongs to, one can’t really claim there is a right or wrong answer.

But it’s fun to pretend that there is, so I’m going to anyway.

That Gomora is, in fact, a dinosaur is confirmed in his very first appearance. And lacking wings or a particular affinity for the water, we can safely say he’s not one of the various contemporary reptiles that tend to get lumped in with dinosaurs. Though there is still room for him to be a protomammal, a crocodylomorph, a thecodont, and so on. So let’s break down his anatomy.

He’s very heavily built, with an upright stance. His body is protected by thick, layered skin, and his bulk weighed down by a heavy tail. These are traits most associated with herbivorous dinosaurs, but they’re also very common to kaiju of all types.

The five-digit hands are also something seldom found in theropods, but again, these are not necessarily restricted to dinosaurs. The real piece of evidence is thus, his head.

Yes, now we’re in very familiar territory! The horn, the short beak, the head-shield…

Gomora’s facial anatomy is very similar to that of a ceratopsian dinosaur. Suddenly, the five-digits and the body armor point towards a singular family!

Of course, Gomora is an obligate biped, while ceratopsians are quadrupedal, right?

Well, firstly, the Ultra series is rife with bipedal antlions, spiders, wolves, elephants and even sea slugs. A normally quadrupedal dinosaur is nothing. But we’re approaching this with a scientific perspective, rather than an artistic one!

Fortunately, science has an answer! This is psittacosaurus, an early ceratopsian - Though recent discoveries indicate it had large spines on its tail, this image did the best job of illustrating its ceratopsian features, I felt.

Psittacosaurus was, like our Red King-bashing friend Gomora, an obligate biped.

Making some allowances for the usual “man in suit” kaiju body frame, I feel that Gomora’s features are more consistent with those of the ceratopsian dinosaurs than those of any other creature.

This extends to his fighting style and body language as well; Gomora doesn’t fight like a theropod at all. Gomora is not unwilling to use his jaws, but vastly prefers his arms, legs, tail and, of course, horn. He fights defensively most of the time, preferring to simply beat an enemy into submission than go straight for the kill. When given a beam weapon so that he could become the hero of his own series, that beam manifested not as a breath weapon, but as a blast from his horn. The unspoken implication of this is that Gomora expresses himself through his horn more than his jaws, as the ceratopsians are known for.

Thus, when attempting to apply a real world taxnomy to the character, I firmly believe that you can do no better than to classify him as a very derived ceratopsian.

anonymous asked:

¿Crees que sea normal en Virgo pensar tanto en el suicidio? Es que... No se, a veces siento que si lo hiciera, a nadie le importaria... Pero luego pienso en que talvez en un futuro, le importe a alguien... Si queres ignorame, ofi. No importa. :'/

“ Si queres ignorame, ofi. No importa. :’/”


Que pensamientos tan egoistas tiene usted, lo primero que pensé cuando leí su ask fue:

 “Si tanto quiere morir cambiemos su vida por la de Royce y todos felices”, 

¿Sabe? es muy feo que venga acá a dejar un ask sobre suicidio cuando no hace mucho la personita más importante para mi acaba de morir ¿Cree usted que él quería morir? ¡Él habría dado cualquier cosa por seguir viviendo! Así que deje de pensar bobadas y comience a disfrutar la vida con sus cosas buenas, malas y las peores, porque hay personitas bellas que ya nunca podrán hacerlo 

Sorry si fui grosero pero igual limpiece la cabeza de todas esas cosas feas :v

> Ofiuco <

Todo el odio que recibe el feminismo es una muestra de la misoginia que existe en la sociedad actual, porque básicamente están odiando a mujeres por pedir que se les trate con respeto.   Para mí ha sido muy difícil entender porque se odia tanto al feminismo, ya que el feminismo solo busca igualdad y libertad para todos, si para todos, tanto hombres como mujeres.  El feminismo no busca quitarles derechos a los hombres, quiere darles derechos a las mujeres, el feminismo no quiere que los hombres ganen menos salario que las mujeres, quiere que todos ganen un salario justo. El feminismo no quiere que los hombres se queden encerrados en casa dedicados a las labores del hogar, quiere que cada quien haga con su vida lo que le haga feliz. El feminismo no quiere que a los hombres se les viole y que la culpa sea de la ropa que llevan puesta, tampoco quiere que a un hombre se le griten vulgaridades cuando camina por la calle. Y si una mujer viola a un hombre que caiga sobre ella todo el peso de la ley, porque una violación es un crimen terrible y sin importar quien lo cometa esa persona debe ser castigada. El feminismo no quiere que los hombres repriman su sexualidad, ni tampoco quiere desvalorizarlos por la cantidad de parejas sexuales que tengan, no quiere que negarles su placer, siempre y cuando este no sea violar y humillar mujeres. Tampoco quiere que su masturbación sea un tema tabú. Tampoco busca que existan leyes que controlen sus cuerpos. Tampoco quiere que sean abusados o maltratados por sus parejas, el abuso es abuso sin importar de parte de quien venga, y si un hombre es maltratado por una mujer este debe sentirse completamente seguro de que puede denunciarla y nadie se va a reír de él, y que todos los casos de abuso deben ser tomados en serio. El feminismo no quiere que los hombres sean tratados como cosas, mercancía que está ahí para el placer de las mujeres, y que sus cuerpos sean comprados y vendidos, y que el pagar por tener sexo con ellos sea considerado algo normal y aceptable. No, nadie, ningún ser humano, ningún ser vivo merece ser esclavo sexual, ni estar ahí solo para el placer de otra persona. El feminismo no quiere que los hombres sean juzgados solo por su apariencia, que solo valen la pena si son lindos, pero si son muy lindos son tontos.    El feminismo no quiere quitarles nada a los hombres, tampoco quiere restarles valor, o faltarles al respeto de alguna manera. ¿Entonces por qué tanto odio al feminismo? si lo único que quiere es igualdad y libertad para todos. Entonces cada vez que veo todo ese odio sin sentido hacia el feminismo me doy cuenta la gravedad de la misoginia que existe en el mundo, ya que todas esas personas se sienten tan amenazadas  por las mujeres que piden ser tratadas como personas, que se sienten en la obligación de acabar con este movimiento, de atacarlo con furia y con mentiras. Y no es un simple odio de la manera en la que muchos odian la cebolla, no, estas personas que odian a las mujeres las odian en verdad, tanto que no pueden tolerar que estas se sientan bien consigo mismas, o que busquen ser tratadas con respetos, o que no se odien y se ataquen unas a otras, o que se sientas hermosas y seguras. Entonces cada vez que me dicen que el feminismo es estúpido, o recibo una amenaza de muerte por ser feminista, o me dicen que eso del feminicidio es una mentira inventada por el feminismo, o que esa desigualdad no existe, me doy cuenta de lo verdaderamente importante que es el feminismo.

Vamos a plantearnos un sábado, uno en que la canción en la radio sea la más normal, la más inoportuna. Una que diga en un par de acordes lo mucho que te quiero. Una que la cante Dani Martín
y diga contigo siempre, aunque nunca estés. Una, a fin de cuentas, que diga lo mucho que me importas y que no necesito que estés aquí o allá, pero siempre conmigo y en el corazón. Ahí dentro donde todo el mundo puede explorar, pero solo nosotros sabemos lo pasa, lo que nos sucede, lo que vivimos, lo que hacemos cuando nos besamos y no sabemos si es poesía o el puto universo.
—  Jorge Muñoz


        I struggled with self-acceptance until all I could think about was suicide. Feeling like an anomaly in a sea of normality, I could no longer look at myself in the mirror without hating my reflection.  I grew up in a time when the term “transgender” wasn’t spoken.  I didn’t know who I was or why I felt the way that I did.  The fear of rejection and being marginalized because I was “different” kept me from talking to anyone about my identity.  I buried my feelings deep inside and focused all my energy and time in sports and religion.  I slowly learned that true happiness couldn’t be found in relationships, money, popularity, or material things.  Nothing I had or could gain would make me love the person I was pretending to be.  It wasn’t until I lost the most important thing in the world to me that I realized how unfair I was being to myself and to others by not living authentically.
      Hiding your truth keeps you from giving yourself fully to anyone or anything in life.  When you let go of the fears that hold you back and find true, undaunted love for yourself, you begin to understand self-worth.  Truly letting go and being honest with yourself allows you to let go of the social stigmas of being “different.”  Knowing there is nothing wrong with you for being authentic allows you to be unapologetic to the hate and ignorance that exists in the world.  One day, one person at a time, we will change the world.

Kayla Ward

Not Easily Dismissed: An Alfie Solomons One Shot (requested)

heyyyyyy i’m backkk 😏😉 hope you had a great birthday :))) and ‘birthday wish’ damn darling that was truly amazinggggg i love it️but yes i’m back with another request this one is called 'make up sex’ maybe where they have fight but make up afterrrr 😉😉if ya catch my drift love ya lots 😘😘 –k

Warnings:  yeah Alfie swears and gets some sex, what else is new? 

Not Easily Dismissed

 Alyona shrugged her shoulders and laughed at the oddity of the remark.

“Why would I not be here Ms. Shannon?   I work here don’t I?”

Ms. Shannon’s eyes widened and she cast a quick glance at Gil, who immediately dropped his own gaze to the floor he was currently sweeping.   Her eyes returned to the young woman, who had already proceeded towards the kitchen and was reaching for her apron.   Confusion etched into the lines of her face when she saw a young girl already doing her assigned tasks.    Ms. Shannon waited nervously in the doorway.  He said it was all taken care of?   Once more she watched as Alyona began checking the daily orders.    Yeah, then why is she here?   She shrugged her shoulders and decided it was not her place to interfere.  

Alyona glanced over at the Bakery Manager she had grown to admire and love.   Ms. Shannon was a force to be reckoned with – the only one allowed to get the last word on Alfie Solomons.   Even he wasn’t quite sure how she managed the feat.    She felt the weight of her curious gaze and paused in her labours.

“Is everything all right Ms. Shannon?”

The woman shifted her stance, “Well I don’t rightly know dear.  He said ya’d be fine with the arrangement… but yet, ‘ere ya are.   Showing up and all.”

Her head tilted to the side, brow furrowed, “Why wouldn’t I show up… who said I’d be fine…. what arrangement?”   Her knuckles kneaded alongside her temples, the first tinge of pain taking root.  

“Why the boss did of course.”


Ms. Shannon nodded. “Course, who else make the rules ‘round here.”  

She stood a little straighter, eyes narrowed and hands resting on her hips.   “I see… and what rule did Alfie Solomons make concerning me?”

Ms. Shannon noted the change of tone in her voice.  How the words were carefully measured.    Dammit, leave it to that daft man to mess such a delicate thing all to shite.  

She took a deep breath and the young woman by the shoulders gently.  “Now remember Alyona, don’t go shooting the messenger, right?”


Alfie and Ollie were at his desk, heads bent studying a recent contract that was causing them no shortage of trouble.   Alfie had already lost his temper several times over the matter and had a good mind to go straight over to the client and solve this matter with his fists.   He was caught mid-sentence by the sudden swinging of his door wide open.   Alyona stood in the middle and he could see her eyes blazing from clear across the room.

“Get the fuck out Ollie.”

Ollie took two steps away from the desk before he remembered she wasn’t his boss.   Alfie stood up and pulled him back.

“Hey fuck now, ya can’t just come in ‘ere love and talk to Ollie like that.”

“Now Ollie.”

Alyona fixed Ollie with a pointed glare and her toe began a steady tap on the floor.    The young man weighed the odds against his current situation as to which one of the two was more likely to explode – at him.   Never mind at each other.  Something in the girls demeanor settled a deeper fear and he moved forward once again.

Alfie’s hand grabbed him about the elbow.

“He don’t work for ya missy.”

Alyona took three strides into the room, her fists clenched at her sides as her anger unleashed.  

“Well it seems I don’t fuckin work ‘ere anymore either, right Mr. Solomons?!”

Alfie’s eyes widened and his jaw went slack as it suddenly struck him that she was not supposed to be here in the first place.   He released Ollie’s arm.

“Get the fuck out Ollie.”

True to form, the lad made a hasty retreat – but beyond the office door, he turned and headed straight for the bakery.  Surely Ms. Shannon would know what this was all about.   The sounds of raised voices followed him down the passageway as he walked, shoulders hunched about his ears to block the volatile exchange.

Her face was flushed and her eyes had swirled into a fury of colours like the sea during a storm.   Normally he would be mesmerized, but instinct told him this was one time he did not want to get pulled into those depths.  Her foot still tapped the floor; a nail pounding into his skull.   Hands settled on her hips and he can see the whiteness of the fists clenched at her sides.  What the hell was she doing here anyway?  And fuck how was she so beautiful when she was angry at him?  

Her breath hitched in.

“Did you actually fire me?”

Oh shit.

Eyes widened and brows raised, “Did ya not get my note?”

Her head tilted and he was pretty sure an actual dagger flew out of her eye.   “Did ya fire me … with a note?”

Oh fuck.

He came around the front of the desk, using what always worked for him in any negotiation:  his size and volume.

“Now listen sweetie, it ain’t that big a….”

Her hand raised to shake a fist under his nose, “Don’t ya dare fuckin sweetie me right now Alfred Solomons.”

Fuck. Full name.  Not good.  Bad. Very bad.

“Alyona,” he reached out a hand to grab her own, but she pulled it away.  “Fire is a very harsh word here.  That’s not what I was intending at all.  I just assumed…”

Her hand flew up, “Oh ya assumed did ya?   And what did ya assume exactly Alfie?”

“Well fuck love, I’m trying to tell ya ain’t I, right?”

She spread her arms wide, lifted a brow, lips compressed tightly.

“I thought that with all that’s happened ‘round ‘ere of late, ya know – ya getting shot and all, and of course…” he gestured towards her midsection, “what with the possible changes that might be coming… that is, ya might want to take a wee break, is all.”

“And ya decided this all on yer very own.  Without talking to me first?”

“Well, it ain’t written in stone love, no need to get so worked o’er it.  Fuckin work then.”  

She took a step towards him, chin raised defiantly right beneath his own, “Not written in stone then eh? That why Gil’s sister is already working in the kitchen?” 

His face began to molt crimson.  Veins in his thick neck bulging.   As he spat out the next words, his eyes fair popped out of his head, his own rage at being questioned thus over-riding his good sense.

“Well if ya remember, as I’ve told ya before, I am the FUCKIN BOSS of this enterprise.  YOU work for ME.”  He turned his back and walked back around his desk, before adding more calmly, “At least.. ya DID work for me.”

Her arms folded across her chest.  Head bobbed up and down.  “Did? So that’s that then?”

“Fuck yeah, that’s done, yeah.”

Her eyes glinted hard as stone back at him, but he could see the wetness brimming behind the anger.   Unfolding her arms she gave him one last withering look before turning on her heel.

“Ya got a lot of nerve Mr. Solomons.”

Alfie exploded from behind his desk once more, fist crashing down before the volley of words was unleashed with the speed of machine gun fire.   Words like respect and trust and doing as yer damn told  fell on her ears, yet she stood small and quiet, her back still turned to him; the words not even registering – though they struck deep into her heart.   Alfie paused in mid tirade, half willing her to face him.   He needed to see her eyes… but the wall of her back only incited another unrestrained fury.   He didn’t like to be questioned in such a manner!   And then she began to walk away.  

Fuck.  Fuck. She was walking away.  

No one fucking walked away from him – especially not in the middle of one of his infamous tirades.   He kept telling himself that even as he slowly sank to his chair, eyes locked on the door she’d quietly closed.

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Would anyone be interested in buying sea things from me? I live on an island and I thought it’d be a cool idea because a lot of people ask how to replace sea water with regular water and sea sand with normal sand, along with drift wood and shells, etc. ALSO, I live right near a witchcraft store, but the stuff there is super expensive. That’s also an option, but I’m
more leaning towards sea stuff!

anonymous asked:

Hola, es mi primera vez aquí. Tengo una duda... Soy piscis. ¿Es normal que sea muy asustadiza (de las personas, no de películas de terror), tímida, pasiva y con autoestima bajo? ¿Eso es algo que viene con el signo o es otra cosa?

Eso viene en la paquete de Pisics. Debiste comprar otro. xD



Tsunamis are caused by energy originating underwater from a volcanic eruption, a submarine landslide, or, most commonly, an earthquake on the ocean floor.

1. For example, the tectonic plates of the Earth’s surface slip, releasing a massive amount of energy into the water. 2. This energy travels up to the surface, displacing water and raising it above the normal sea level.

3. Gravity pulls that energy back down.

4. As a result, the energy ripples outwards horizontally. Thus, the tsunami is born, moving at over 500 miles per hour.  

From the TED-Ed Lesson How tsunamis work - Alex Gendler

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