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songsandeyeglasses  asked:

How do you redecorate without breaking your fragile bank account??

I love this question! Everything on this list is under $30, and most of it can be purchased from the safety of your dorm room couch.

Decorating on a Budget

1. Plants: Plants are my personal favorite decor (apart from Xmas lights). They’re inexpensive and look great in any location. If watering a plant every day doesn’t work for your schedule, get a cactus! I water my cacti twice a week.

2. Xmas Lights: I try to distance myself from people who say that Xmas lights are just “seasonal”. I have three different strands of lights up all year long, one in each room and one on my outdoor balcony. These lights are perfect for parties, romantic evenings, etc. 

3. Candles/Incense: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, candles and incense really help an apartment feel more homey. They also help stave off the smell of your cat’s litter box, which is always a plus.

4. Posters: Posters aren’t as expensive as you think they are, but poster frames are ridiculously expensive. And you can’t buy the cheap ones, they fall apart instantly- you have to buy the $40 ones. My advice to you, buy posters and hang them up carefully with pushpins or tape.

5. Clocks: Buy a cool clock off Society6 or RedBubble for $25. It’s my belief that the right clock can help brighten up an otherwise dull-looking room. I bought my boyfriend this Bob’s Burgers clock for his birthday last year.

6. Shower: You don’t need to use the low-grade weak shower head that came with your bathroom. You can buy color changing shower heads and spa quality shower heads on Amazon for $25. Go forth! Always keep your old shower head somewhere safe, and put it back on when you’re ready to move out. There are lots of great and truly unique shower curtains out there on the internet, but they’re expensive. You’re better off buying one from Target or Walmart.

7. Night lights: I am the sort of person who always needs to pee at 3am. I have always used night lights in my bathroom and kitchen because they’re so much better than blundering around in the dark. Similar to the Xmas lights, they help create that “mood”. I have these cute little lava lamp night lights.

8. Glow in the dark stars: Just trust me on this.

9. Chalkboard paint: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, chalkboard paint can help turn your room into a perpetual canvas. A friend of mine from college did this to his incredibly small room, and it looked so good.

10. Beaded curtain: Beaded curtains help make small spaces appear larger. We have a beaded curtain hanging in our hallway currently, and it’s great. You don’t need a super expensive one that was handmade by the indigenous people of wherever. Just a simple one to put in a doorway or hang on the wall to change your space.

Voltron Characters as dumb stuff me and my brothers have done

Keith: genuinely believed pickles just existed on their own and didn’t know until they were 18 years old that you have to pickle a cucumber to get a pickle (also didn’t know you could pickle other things)

Lance: touched random bottles of spices and hot sauce on the table then proceeded to rub their eyes and cry in the middle of a Denny’s at 11 o'clock at night

Pidge: did the cinnamon challenge, but instead of only using a tablespoon, dumped the whole container of cinnamon into their mouth and immediately began vomiting

Shiro: got so mad that no one ate leftover food that they combined all leftovers in the fridge in the blender and forced everyone to drink mixed up pizza crust, pork chops and taco meat

Hunk: tried to fit a twin size sheet on a full size bed using push pins (not safety pins, PUSH PINS) and then proceeded to jump onto the bed and watch in horror as the pushpins flew everywhere

Allura: sucked so much at word games like Boggle and Scrabble that they started to make up their own words, and when someone asked if it was a real word, they opened a dictionary and read off the definition of a completely random word

Coran: had a meltdown at a Burger King inside of an airport and screamed so loudly that everyone around them stopped talking, “I ASKED FOR NO F*CKING CHEESE ON THIS HAMBURGER AND THEY GAVE IT TO ME ANYWAY. I WILL NEVER EVER EAT AT THIS F*CKING BURGER KING EVER AGAIN AND I WILL ONLY EAT AT THE BURGER KING IN SOUTH LAKE TAHOE BECAUSE THEY MAKE MY FOOD MY WAY

Zarkon: requested to roll to shit another character’s pants in DnD, then proceeded to roll a 20 and shout “IT’S A CRITICAL SHIT

Haggar: got so mad at a level in Super Mario Galaxy 2 that they literally ripped the game out of the Wii and drove 20 minutes to the nearest GameStop to sell the $60 game to them for $2

Lotor: made a drawing of our lord and savior Jesus Christ as a Sonic character for an art gallery

Series of Unfortunate Events curse

-Make a witches ladder and tie it to your target however you’d like (hair, name, etc)

-Tie in items that relate to unlucky things 

  • used up travel toothpaste-> they never seem to have toothpaste when they need it
  • a key with a ‘?’ drawn in sharpie-> you’re gonna be late to work, douche
  • empty battery-> they’re always just too tired to really get any work done
  • loose pieces of yarn-> so they always have that one strand of hair tickling their arm
  • a pushpin-> step on something sharp, asshole
  • a ripped piece of paper with the words “REALLY IMPORTANT THING”->so they always forget that one really important thing
  • an empty toilet roll-> every. single. time.
  • broken birthday candle->nobody remembers their birthday

Charge that sucker with your annoyed motherfucking energy and swirl some fucking smoke on it with a few spritzes of cayenne water for good measure. 

Now stuff it in an old sock and forget about it. Or hang it up. You do you.

"Igniter" Curse

A curse inspired by Butcher Babies’ “Igniter”, a spell for someone who can’t keep your name out of their mouth and likes to lie and rumor monger.

Now it rips me it fucks me it tears me apart
Just one push and I will ignite
This coiled up anger on you
So be my guest
Stand down, it’s my game and I say you’ll burn out
Your time is on loan
Silence your bullshit, your voice I despise
Don’t say another word, you hemorrhage lies

📌Gather: construction paper, black salt, red pepper flakes, chili powder, a burnt match, crushed glass, a pushpin, red or orange crayon, taglock

📌Perform on the waning moon if possible. I also recommend playing the song while you do this, but it’s not necessary.

📌Make a poppet using the construction paper, making sure to draw a face and mouth. Draw flames on the poppet with the crayon, pouring all your anger into the drawing, and then put the other ingredients inside the poppet. 

📌Put the taglock in last, or, if you don’t have a taglock, write their name on a piece of paper and burn it, imagining that their foul words turn to ash in their mouths. Put the ashes into the poppet.

📌Close it up and stab the poppet in the mouth with the pushpin, saying “Speak ill of me no more, all your lies are needles and ash, to be kept behind your teeth”.

Bury the poppet, or store it in a dark spot. Cleanse yourself thoroughly afterwards and maybe have a nice little treat for yourself.

landmark aesthetics
  • sun veins: dipping your feet in the ocean, flowing white dresses, light sunburn, locked fingers, butterfly kisses, lounging around all day, gazing at the person you love
  • way it goes: an organized day planner, bare feet on hardwood, your face hurting from smiling too long, black coffee, ballroom dancing, burning your fingers on a curling iron, a nineteenth century mansion
  • vines: bleached hair, laying under a willow tree, chapped lips, screaming to the moon, bruises on your knees, eating frosting with your fingers, the smell of your first car
  • epitaph: dark blue eyeshadow, fingers tangled in your hair, ripped jeans, the crinkles around you eyes when you smile, curly hair with glitter in it, stretching your back, happy crying
  • simple season: strawberry lemonade, a rickety ferris wheel, the sound of children laughing, two boys falling in love, the little sparks of light after you open your eyes
  • tuesday: strong bourbon, dark lipstick stains on collarbones, pancakes being flipped, waking up early, lacy underwear, the cold side of the pillow
  • western kids: neon signs, glitter that looks a lot like tears, the smell of sweat and deodorant mixing, gucci clothes, a wedding where no one knows the bride and groom, catching fireflies in your front yard while the sun sets
  • poems: stop-motion footage of a cherry tree blossoming, sailing in sunny weather, striped shirts, an old leather watch band, laughing softly, antique photos of your grandparents, getting your socks wet
  • vacation: sticking your hands out the window of a car, pushpins, handstands in the grass, orange soda, candy wrappers, the click of a camera shutter
  • boyish: cutting all your hair short, freshly starched collared shirts, cinching your belt a little too tight, the smell of sandalwood, a flat chest
  • buttercup: the smell of rain on flower petals, firecrackers sizzling, spinning around til you get dizzy, vanilla ice cream, fluffy clouds, clear lip gloss, putting stickers on your cheeks

anonymous asked:

Hi there. So I'm moving into the first house my family and I have actually owned in years. The only problem is, my room is so small that they're letting me have the spare room as well, which is equally as small. Dorms are usually pretty small, but I'm thinking that these rooms are much smaller. Do you have any advice for decorating or living in a small (set of) rooms? Maybe any useful furniture pieces? (I don't have any. .-.) Any advice or help would be appreciated.

I am sorry it took so long to respond! This past month a friend of mine moved into a tiny studio apartment, and I wanted her advice before responding to you.

Living in A Small Space

Storage Containers

The right storage containers can make all the difference when living in a small space! Head to your local Dollar Store and get yourself some supplies. 

  1. Storage Bins. Go to your local Dollar Store and buy yourself some plastic storage bins. Amazon also sells them, but they’re much more expensive. I’d recommend choosing whatever is the cheapest, you don’t need high quality plastic that was crafted by the indigenous people of wherever. These bins are stackable, durable, and clear plastic makes it easy to locate lost items.
  2. Shoe organizers. Specifically, the ones that hang over doors like this one. These are great for storing makeup, jewelry, writing utensils, cheesy snacks, etc. Drape one over one of your doors, but be sure to consult with any roommates you may have before hand.
  3. Wall Bookshelves. Bookshelves in general make great storage spaces. My old apartment had zero closet space, so my boyfriend and I used a bookshelf to store all our clothes. Since you probably won’t have much floor space, opt for a wall bookshelf instead. I absolutely love the look of a nice wall bookshelf, I have one in my bedroom with some tasteful cacti and my fancy shoes stacked on top of it.
  4. Coat hangers. Might seem like a simple idea, but coat hangers are magical. You can fit multiple coats on one hanger and use the others to hang purses, jewelry, hats, etc. You can also use command hooks if you’re uncomfortable drilling into the walls.

Where to Store

  1. Underneath your bed. As I’m sitting on my bed writing to you, several feet bellow me are two guitars, an emergency kit and several pairs of shoes. Beds are something that everyone has (unless you’re my high school friend Adrienne) so why not utilize them fully? Measure how much space is available underneath your bed frame, and buy storage bins that you can easily slip underneath
  2. Hang it on the wall. Have something weirdly shaped that doesn’t fit anywhere? Hang it on your wall! The only example I can think of right now is something like a bike. Always make sure things are secure!
  3. From the ceiling. Lightweight items can be suspended from the ceiling of your living space. Position jewelry, scarves, and small plants in a visually pleasing arrangement over your bed to save space.
  4. Closets. There’s no guarantee that you’ll get a closet in your dorm room, but most apartment buildings will have one. In fact, I would advise you to not move into an apartment with zero closet space. Stack your storage bins high, place bookshelves in your closet, and if possible use plastic or wooden hangers to organize your clothes. I always think of my bedroom closet as my “disaster zone”. The rest of my apartment can look nice because I have a place to store random things like my porcelain garden gnome and my vacuum cleaner that don’t fit anywhere else.

Decor in a Small Space

These are the ideas I came up with in my cheap dorm decor post, but I think they are all very applicable to your situation. 

  1. Plants: Plants are my personal favorite decor (apart from Xmas lights). They’re inexpensive and look great in any location. If watering a plant every day doesn’t work for your schedule, get a cactus! I water my cacti twice a week.
  2. Xmas Lights: I try to distance myself from people who say that Xmas lights are just “seasonal”. I have three different strands of lights up all year long, one in each room and one on my outdoor balcony. These lights are perfect for parties, romantic evenings, etc.
  3. Posters: Posters aren’t as expensive as you think they are, but poster frames are ridiculously expensive. And you can’t buy the cheap ones, they fall apart instantly- you have to buy the $40 ones. My advice to you, buy posters and hang them up carefully with pushpins or tape.
  4. Night lights: I am the sort of person who always needs to pee at 3am. I have always used night lights in my bathroom and kitchen because they’re so much better than blundering around in the dark. Similar to the Xmas lights, they help create that “mood”. I have these cute little lava lamp night lights.
  5. Glow in the dark stars: Just trust me on this.
  6. Chalkboard paint: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, chalkboard paint can help turn your room into a perpetual canvas. A friend of mine from college did this to his incredibly small room, and it looked so good.

My friend mentioned that it might be a good idea to make one of your rooms a “bedroom” and make the other your “dressing room/closet/beauty space”.

I hope this helps!

Cirque du Bangtan : A Carnival of Souls (Taegi/BTS)

Genre: Smut - Vampire!AU, Circus!AU, Detective!AU

Words: 14.5K+

Author: Admin Kaycie & Admin JP

Summary: Staring BTS as the exclusive circus troupe behind the nation’s biggest unsolved mystery. In the height of their fame, can Detective Kim Taehyung find the connection between the thousands of corpses turning up suddenly and tie it to the ethereal beings of the bangtan troupe- or will he fall as yet another victim claimed by Cirque du Bangtan, the carnival of souls?

Tags: Smut, Blood Play, Dirty Talk, Double Penetration, Oral Sex, Bukake, Pet Kink, Vampire!AU, etc.


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The Peach Curse

This is a generational curse designed to lead to grief, distrust, and hatred between members of a family, as well as encouraging the separation of a blood line so that no lasting bonds are ever formed. Use this in circumstances where a family has brought suffering to you or loved ones to return the pain they have caused as well as to ensure they cannot use their power as a familial unit to hurt others.

You will need:

  • A peach, left to rot (to signify an end to longevity)
  • A photo of the target family or similar taglock (to bring the curse down on the target)
  • A rusty nail or pushpin (to fix the curse into place) 
  • Lavender flowers (to spark distrust)
  • Hemlock (to make hatred boil over)
  • Lobelia (to build contempt)
  • Red brick dust (to “build a wall” between family members, to protect oneself) 
  • A paper bag
  • (Optional) The blood, saliva, hair, or fecal matter of the target family (for a powerful taglok)  

To begin:

Take a peach and place the picture of the target family on top. Use the rusty nail to secure the picture to the peach, place it in the paper bag, and add the rest of the ingredients. Allow the contents of the bag to sit in a warm spot until the peach is thoroughly rotten, focus on the target family falling apart like the flesh rotting off of the peach. 

Once you have imbued the contents of the paper bag with the curse, remove the picture of the family, allow it to dry if needed, and then burn it to seal in your intent. Then remove the peach pit, break it in half, and bury the halves far away from each other to strengthen your intent. Dispose of the rest of the contents in a safe and responsible manner.

**Be cautious when dealing with fire, rotten ingredients, and rusty objects.**

  • Bones: I am way too sleep deprived to deal with your negativity right now. Let me show you what I did. I started off by making a map of all the bad stuff that’s gone down in space since stardate 2233 to see if there was a pattern. That led me to this…
  • Bones: *points to a map completely covered in pushpins*
  • Bones: …there is so much danger in space. No one should live here.

when you’re growing up
there’s a clear-cut way to be loved.

it starts with a kiss, a date, a dance,
there’s a marriage and then the sex
which people tell you comes after.
there’s no reason why or how,
just the silence and the texts
that never give you an answer.
you don’t even know
what questions to ask.

love isn’t the black and white
that you were taught. and it
will never be the simple story 
of a boy and girl who meet one night
and fall helpless over heels with
a lifetime of happy endings.

first thing they never taught:
the dim apartment lights that flicker
when you walk up the stairs to that door
with the neon magnets and stupid corkboard,
where each pushpin is an arrow cupid never fired, 
one you need to prick your heart with instead.
love is not given but meant to be earned,
which is something you never learned.

second thing they forgot:
that knock that’s never answered
until you thump and thump
till it could be heard over the shower.
it’s the wet hair plastered on wet skin,
falling over the rail thin shoulders
of the girl you met last year.

the third thing you don’t say:
how she doesn’t say a word till
you’re pulled inside and clothes are shed
and suddenly there’s lips on yours
and you pretend
that this is okay,
like you won’t get punished
for loving girls.

the fourth thing is confusing:
because it doesn’t make sense
for you to have been born with all this
love that you can never give,
because you were never taught 
whether it was right or wrong
to be in love with someone.

the fifth thing never explained: 
between the sweat-soaked sheets
as you trace the blue veins
standing out on the tan skin of her arms,
both of your hearts still racing
from the heat and passion shared,
and you wonder if you’re in love.

the sixth and final thing never said:
what love feels like
what it means to hold hands
whether yes always means yes
or if no is something they can understand,
and if losing and leaving are the same thing
as keeping and staying, 
and if what you know is real
or just another ending you can’t live.

—  no one ever taught me how to love
rainbow valley

Summary: “As I’ve made very clear, Detective,” says Treville, strained, “I don’t make it a habit of getting involved in my employees’ love lives. But considering this precinct’s utterly abysmal and somewhat dangerous track record, you really cannot fault me for being concerned when you walk into work with a split lip that was not present the night prior.”

“Track record?” asks Constance weakly, and God, this really has just been the weirdest conversation.

“Athos’s wife is a wanted criminal in twenty-two states who only last week evaded arrest yet again, d’Artagnan’s spent the better part of the past year pining after you, and Aramis has gone and fallen in love with the very married wife of a European nobleman who has somehow gotten himself accidentally involved with the Spanish mob!” 

“At least Porthos is doing alright,” offers Constance lamely. 

“Yes,” says Treville, looking harried. “There is that.”

I wrote a shameless fic for @hansolosbutt‘s modern detective b99 au about the circumstances surrounding the day after constance leaves bonaciuex, which we decided were basically exactly like that one post where that personal trainer’s students all commiserated and went together without telling her to retrieve her things from her asshole ex boyfriends house. a good post, friends. a very good post. also, constance’s last name is baudin bc fleur, her niece (?) had that last name and i needed a maiden name for her. also also, trigger warnings for very brief mention of domestic violence. anyways, here’s this thing. this truly is like … my favorite au on the planet, right now,

Constance has always thought that Captain Treville’s office is somewhat spartan in decor. The desk is almost always immaculately clean, the commendations on the wall completely aligned and straight in their frames, and the clock above the doorway minimalist on charitable days. Aside from the small rainbow flag sitting among his pencils (all perfectly sharpened, all neatly arranged), fitted into his favorite fleur-de-lis-patterned mug at the edge of the desk, there really isn’t anything in the office that makes it particularly warm or welcoming or personable. Constance remembers only a few months before when the poor guy Deputy Commissioner Richelieu had sent down from human resources came to discuss Porthos and Aramis’s (convoluted, nonsensical, wildly work-inappropriate) email chain; he had entered Treville’s office looking apprehensive and left looking somewhat concerned. Constance, who had been privy to The Email Chain only once over Aramis’s shoulder, knew that it had somehow devolved from its benign origins of subject line: check out this guy’s suspicious-looking mustache to classic French literature-related memes. Quite frankly, unless one was particularly well-versed in the minds of Detectives d’Herblay and du Vallon, any poor fool tasked with reading through such an atrocity would likely as not emerge somewhat traumatized.

Joubert’s apprehension, however, had been surprisingly directed towards Treville himself; he had meekly suggested on his way out of the captain’s office, fiddling nervously with the bottom of his tie, that maybe he might consider putting a couch with earth-toned upholstery in the corner, just to make the place feel more welcoming?

Trevill had blinked at him, uncomprehending.

Aramis, who’d been trying to distract Athos from where he had his nose buried in case files by flinging paperclips at him across the room, had said, “Flower-patterned would make it even more welcoming, don’t you think Captain?”

Porthos had choked on his own laugh. Athos, engrossed in his case files, had tried to drink out of the communal bullpen pushpin mug and started spluttering in a most undignified manner.

D’Artagnan, bless him, had been the one to finally take pity on the aggrieved Joubert, leading him out of the bullpen and straight into the elevator with a comforting pat on his shoulder and a cheerful, “Come again soon!”

Constance remains standing in front of Treville’s desk, now, noticing that he never did take Joubert’s advice into consideration and get an earth-toned couch installed in the corner.

(There is, however, a small framed photo of the squad from last year’s Christmas party, the lot of them grinning like doofuses at the camera and more than one of them with their eyes half closed, perched neatly on the far right of Treville’s computer, and Constance feels a trickle of warmth expand in her chest despite everything.)

The door to the office clicks shut behind them and Treville comes to stand behind his desk in front of Constance, looking uncharacteristically apprehensive.

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