pocket briefcase

going through customs at a US airport

airport staff: sir, do you have anything to declare today?

me: *starts sweating* uh no.. *trips and falls* *hundreds of Kinder surprise eggs roll out of my pockets, jacket and briefcase*

airport staff: GET ON THE GROUND NOW

me: but i am

*armed guards swarm round and pin me down*

armed guards: WHAT’S IN THE EGGS?

me: i dont know its a surprise!! 

Protection Amulet

This amulet is a bundle to be carried with you, so be sure to use a small stone. Create this amulet during a waxing or full moon phase. 

Stones:

One of the following, depending on your specific need:

  • Clear Quartz: all-purpose
  • Tiger Eye: courage
  • Black Tourmaline or Obsidian: repelling unwanted energy
  • Garnet: guards against thieves (good to keep in a vehicle)
  • Turquoise: protection during a spiritual jouney
  • Moonstone: protection during travel

Other Items:

  • Incense (frankincense if possible)
  • A candle of any size, white or red
  • A piece of red or white cloth for wrapping the stone (or a draw string bag)
  • String, ribbon, or twine

Create sacred space as desired. Light the incense and the candle. Pass the stone through the incense smoke and chant:

Rising smoke, clear this sone.

Next (holding the stone safely in tongs, if you wish), charge it by passing it quickly through the candle flame and chant:

Rising flame, charge this stone. 

Hold the stone in your projective hand and wrap your fingers around it. Focus your intent on your specific need. Speak it out loud if you’d like. Chant five times:

Stone as guard, danger barred:

To protect, none detect.

Wrap the fabric around the stone and tie it in a knot with the ribbon or string. Allow the wrapped stone to rest near the candle until it burns out. Allow the incense to burn out as well.

Carry the amulet with you in your pocket, handbag, briefcase, backpack, etc., for as long as you feel the need. Recharge the amulet as you feel is necessary.

(Source: The Book of Crystal Spells by Ember Grant)  

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My Office EDC for Leather and Copper Fanatics Not Pictured: 1. Dell Latitude E7240 2. Saddleback Leather Thin Front Pocket Briefcase

for @starrynight-over-thepast & @storybycorey , who asked, in this post.

It was strange, really, this habit. She was the one who carried the little notebook everywhere and took painstaking notes. She’d hover over dead bodies, or sit across witnesses and suspects alike, and scribble on the hand-sized notepad while Mulder put sunflower seeds or evidence in his mouth.  

Mulder stares. He squints at things. He inspects and talks. And talks and talks. He does not take notes.

And yet she’s sure, she’s positive about the post-its. He keeps pads lying around but she’s never seen their use. She thought at first that she’d find them stuck to the files, cheerful yellow side-notes punctuating paranormal gruesomeness like bizarre heart-shaped dots over i’s. But nothing. There’s just his scruffy professor scrawl and a few coffee stains.

It’s always just a line or two. She’s seen him write while he thinks she’s sleeping, while they’re flying or driving or typing up reports. She’s seen him put them inside his coat pocket or his briefcase and she has respected his need for privacy. She has not looked, but the writing has become more frequent, urgent even, and she’s getting curious.

“Mulder,” she starts and tries to look nonchalant as she inspects a nail under the glare of basement flourescence, “what’s with the post-its?”

She can feel him look up to study her. She has seen him profiling people countless times. He stares and squints. He inspects and talks, and assesses and runs insane ideas past her until she has to tell him to shut up, to get out of her room, to get some sleep, tomorrow Mulder, tomorrow. Yet now he is dead silent and the absence of his voice is disquieting. She can no longer pretend to be looking at her hands. She meets his eye from across the room and he leans forward to put his elbows on the table. His hands lace together except for his long index fingers which press against each other to make the shape of a gun. He rests his chin on the barrel of his fingertips, thumbs poised to shoot.  

“Notes to self, Scully,” he finally replies but doesn’t look away, and the focus of his undivided attention pinpricks her skin like the California sun did while her father was stationed there. She’s only seen her partner this single-minded while he was studying a particularly difficult or personal case, and that one time she’d walked in on him with a porn tape on mute.

She wants to chide herself for her nervousness and attempts to sound offhand and professional when she asks him, “Anything you want to run by me?”

His chin lifts and lowers until his lips are pressed against his two forefingers, as if holding in a secret. It had taken two years before she could recognise the rhythm of his voice, read his tone and cadence like a favourite passage of a well-loved book. It took another two to learn his breathing. She could measure time and distance with the sound of his exhale– where he was located in a room, if he was tired, how many steps it would take to get from wherever she was to wherever he stood. He breathes now and she swallows. It is a strong inhale, one that comes with decisions and heartbreak.

He stands up and walks over to her and as he breathes out, she knows he’s four steps away, three, two, and he hands her a small piece of paper. She looks up to see his eyes have shifted from grey to green and despite the self-assured gait he used to get to her, there’s vulnerability there. When she looks down she’s embarrassed to see that the hand holding the post-it is shaking slightly.

Sometimes I think you want me to touch you.

He tilts his head like a question mark and his Adam’s apple bobs slightly as he swallows and waits.

In her time with him she has learned a little about her own breathing as well. She knows that she holds her breath when she thinks she’s going to cry, when emotion gets the better of her. Scully’s breastbone is full of basement air and possibility when she tells him.

“I do.”

Cheap BJD Props on Ebay

What up dolly peoples? I thought I’d make another post full of links to cute cheap dolly props  on Ebay for those of you looking for stuff. If anyone has awesome stuff to add then reblog and add it. :)

Itty bitty 1oz steel flasks

BJD Laptop/human pocket mirrors

BJD Briefcases/business card holder

Tiny camera/keychain light

Tiny deathnote notebook It’s actually a little clock!

tiny pocket watches

Mini colorful perfume bottles

12 little wooden clipboards

Going Up - Chapter 5

Written by obcrack (Yes, you read that right) | Also on ao3 & ff.net

Summary: Some loves last a hundred lifetimes. And sometimes, so do their scars. An AU within an AU, from the collective minds of the OBFrankenfic group.


Delphine, with all the wisdom of a ten-year-old, had declared herself a pessimistic realist. Life made more sense in shades of black, white and gray, whereas the abusive color of the optimists made a mess of an otherwise tidy world. Where they saw free will, she saw the illusion of choice.

Pragmatic, reflective, inflexible — these would be the boxes in which she opted to spend her life. Perhaps, these surges of color were at the heart of her aversion to literature, cinema, art. She saw the way such color played into the ebb and flow of society, made it feel vibrant even, but she watched from her monochrome corner as inevitably their intense denial left them exposed to the harshness of the world.

And yet…

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Protection amulet

This amulet is a bundle to be carried with you so be sure uses small stones. Create this amulet during a waxing or full moon phase.

Stones:
Use the following depending on specific need

Clear Quartz: all purpose
Tiger eye: courage
Black tourmaline or obsidian: repeal unwanted energy
Garnet: guards against thieves
Turquoise: protection during a spiritual journey
Moon stone: protection during travel

OTHER ITEMS
Incense: frankincense if possible
A red and white candle
A piece of red or white cloth for wrapping or drawstring bag
String ,ribbon ,twine

Create a sacred space as desired. Light the incense and a candle. Pass the stone through the incense smoke and chant:

Raising smoke clear the Stone

Next, charge it by passing it quickly through the candle flame and chant

Rising Flame charged this stone

Hold the stone in your projective hand and wrap your fingers around it. Focus your intent on your specific need. Speaking out loud if you’d like chant five times:

Stand Asgard Dendrid barred:
To protect Non detect

Rap the fabric around the Stone and tie it in a knot with the Ribbon or string. Allow the rapped stone to rest near the Candle until it burns out. Allow the incense to burn out as well.

Carry the amulet with you in your pocket, handbag, briefcase ,backpack etc. for as long as you feel the need recharge the Amulet as you feel is necessary.

Via Ember Grant