polish of the week

WE’RE BACK IN BUSINESS! Cards Against Humanity Meets Supernatural: Tonight's Kick-Off Time Brought To You By An Impatient Crowley.

Hang in there, Your Majesty - not quite yet….

After a week off, the deck has been polished to a Baby-worthy shine & our weekly game is back in action! Thanks for all the good-natured complaints, y’all cracked me up.  


****** SUNDAY March 26th - AROUND  7:30 / 7:45 P.M. CST ******

If you see this? You’re invited! ALL SPN Family members are welcome!

Room will be open a little early, feel free to come by & chat while you wait on the game to start.

Post with instructions + password will go up closer to game time.

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James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re  meant to be catching him

Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending,  he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.

Remus Lupin: seventeen,  jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that  something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.

 

Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along

Starry Night nails! I used Starry Starry Night from Essie and acrylic paint for the accent nail. 😊

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So this just arrived in the mail. It’s a huuuge polished quartz heart that I ordered at like 3am last week and completely forgot about until now. It has these beautiful silver flecks through it that go transparent from some angles?? So cool 💛✨

Pink Galaxy nails! ✨ Partially inspired by Valentine’s Day, partially because I’ve always wanted to try pastel galaxy nail art! 🌌

Ficlet for Genyatta week

Dec 5: First (meeting)

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Laughing wildly, Genji tore across the rooftops, angry shouting and gunfire coming from the crowded streets below him. The tiling in front of him shattered under a spray of bullets and he leapt gracefully over the stone shrapnel as it bounced harmlessly off his armor. He checked behind him and found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. He whipped his wakizashi out of its sheath as his targeting system locked onto each of the bullets and he deflected them in several, sharp swipes. The force pushed him back and he slid down the roof, his shoulder giving a pulse of white pain as he exerted it. In a snap decision he leapt down to the street, landing lightly on the pavement between two of the many vendor stalls.

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I’m starting to see some right-before-the-holidays-be-nice-to-retail-workers posts, so I want to just say a couple things you can do to make your local retail workers’ lives a little easier:

1. If you’re buying cards, especially multiple cards, face the barcode out. This isn’t a huge thing, but fumbling with the envelopes and trying to make sure not to miss any takes time.
2. ASK FOR GIFT RECEIPTS BEFORE YOU PAY. This one actually IS pretty big, as a lot of places require a manager to print them once a transaction is closed. And everyone gets mad about how long that can take, because managers are BUSY right now.
3. Be aware of the fact that many stores can’t match online prices. Don’t waste your time and your store workers’ time by arguing about it.
4. If you try and call your store, don’t get nasty if you have to wait awhile to get through. We’re all doing our best, but EVERYONE is calling or coming in this week, and no matter how many people we staff we’re very busy.
5. This is less a holiday thing, but always think through things you say to retail workers! They almost always have to be nice to you, even when you make them uncomfortable, and that dynamic makes things even more uneasy for them.

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WATERCOLOR HEARTS - P.O.T.W. - Revlon - Privileged

*inspired by this cute print, “watercolor heart print” by Yukamila

  • Revlon - privileged + fresh linen
  • Deborah Lippman - i know what boys like
  • Color Club - je ne sais quoi
  • Essie - bikini so teeny + naughty nautical + mod square
  • O.P.I. - hotter than you pink
  • Sally Hansen - bubble gum pink
  • Love & Beauty - mint + coral + marina

This is the third look using Revlon - privileged. Visit the P.O.T.W. page for more nail art and swatches.

Witch!Midoriya AU

AU where the Midoriyas are witches and instead relying on the quirk he wasn’t born with, Izuku focuses on being the best Witch Hero there ever was (even if he’s the first and maybe only one)

INCLUDING:

  • a wand made from the tree that Katsuki fell off of while crossing a river (it took Izuku months to make just the right one, along with hair from his mother and ash from a site All Might was at)
  • a scrying glass made from the bottom of an old soda bottle he had to carefully polish and make after weeks of work because they couldn’t afford a real scrying glass but damn it all if that was going to stop Izuku
  • witch robes / skirts / dresses because spirits only laugh at witches in pants because clearly men can’t weave themselves into the spirit world (they can but it only took off within the last hundred years, so most spirits just haven’t caught on yet)
  • SPEAKING OF SPIRITS Izuku talks with them more than anyone else through his scrying glasses (he made a pair of scrying glass from more soda bottles and he looks ridiculous while wearing them)
  • Izuku has learned that spells are more instinct than actual words so as long as he can feel his spell coming together, he can make magic work (it amazed his mother with how gifted he was for spellcraft but he makes her cringe because he doesn’t use latin, only rhymes and puns) 
  • The day Izuku got his Witch Hat (a symbol of graduation from trainee to real witch) was the day he realized he really could become a hero and both he and his mom cried for days
  • Bakugou doesn’t know exactly that Izuku is a witch, just that some weird things happen around that quirkless loser
  • Izuku’s familiar is an incredibly ugly cat that followed him home one day he named Claw Might (because he’s nice towards Izuku and mean towards pretty much everyone else although he tolerates Inko)
  • Izuku has a witch wardrobe specifically for battle and he does have a half second long transformation sequence (NO he is NOT a magical girl what are you talking about???) (yes he is)
  • Theoretically Izuku can summon demons but he’s vowed not to because they need a blood sacrifice at the minimum and blood magic is DANGEROUS
  • His broom riding skills are awful because he simply just hasn’t had enough practice but he’s still trying his best
  • All Might seriously considers giving Deku One for All but decides against it when he realizes he doesn’t want to take away Izuku’s identity as a witch (but he trains him in the proper ways of heroics regardless because there is boundless potential in that boy)
  • Iida first called Midoriya “Miss Witch” because he thought that was his appropriate title (and its kinda stuck)
  • Uraraka thinks Deku is like Kiki’s Delivery Service (he’s not)
  • Bakugou is pissy that he missed out on freaking magic and now he’s determined to be better than magic (lmao good luck)
  • Todoroki has seen Midoriya work Fire and Ice Magic and now wants him to tutor him in how to work his Ice better (Midoriya is slowly trying to convince him to work his Fire Side as well to mixed results)
  • Tokoyami thinks he’s literally way cooler than he really is
  • Aizawa may or may not have let Midoriya get away with a tardy or two because the eye-drop potions he makes are better than literally anything else he’s ever tried
a joke

Yechiel visits Warsaw from his small Polish shtetl, and after three weeks returns to his village. after mincha/maariv one night, his friends gather around him and deluge him with questions about his trip.

“nu, what did you do, who did you see, what do you think?”

“well,” says Yechiel “I found Warsaw very strange. there I met a Jew who came from a fine Orthodox family, and a Jew who was a staunch atheist. I met a Jew who owned a large dry goods store with many employees, and I met a Jew who was an ardent communist.”

“so?” say the friends “Warsaw is very large, and all kinds of Jews live there. nothing strange about that.”

“you don’t understand,” says Yechiel “it was all the same Jew.”