WRITTEN BY A COP: Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or a loved one’s life. In daylight hours, refresh yourself of these things to do in an emergency situation… This is for you, and for you to share with your wife, your children, & everyone you know. After reading these 9 crucial tips, forward them to someone you care about. It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do :The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!
2. Learned this from a tourist guide. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse,
DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you… Chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse.
RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy.. The driver won’t see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc.
DON’T DO THIS!) The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head,
and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR ,
LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE..
If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF, Repeat:
DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it. As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
A.) Be aware:look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor ,
and in the back seat.
B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door.
Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women
are attempting to get into their cars. C.) Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side.. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!)
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN!
The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; and even then,
it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked ‘for help’ into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late
and she thought it was weird.. The police told her ‘Whatever you do, DO NOT
open the door..’ The lady then said that it sounded like the baby
had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way,
whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.’ He told her that they think a serial killer
has a baby’s cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby.. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby’s cries outside their doors when they’re home alone at night.
10. Water scam! If you wake up in the middle of the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is a burst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all your outside taps full blast so that you will go out to investigate and then attack.
Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbors! Please pass this on
This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because the Crying Baby Theory was mentioned on America ’s Most Wanted when they profiled
the serial killer in Louisiana
I’d like you to forward this to all the women you know.
It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle..
I was going to send this to the ladies only,
but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc.,
you may want to pass it onto them, as well.
Send this to any woman you know that may need
to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it
and it’s better to be safe than sorry..
Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life.
The Average Intergalactic Cadet’s Field Guide to Understanding Their Human Classmates and Crewmates.
Written in Earth English
Current as of Earth Date 05-09-17
Understanding Their Competitive Nature and Occasional Aversion to Physical Activity or Friendly Sports
The Barbaric Practices of Young Human Physical Education.
Physical Education in many Human Schools
In the required Physical Education class, the students play all sorts of physically demanding games such as: Kickball/Matball, Dodgeball, Prisonball, or Linetag. These names may sound alarming and rightfully so. In our observations, the “games” they play are often humiliating for some and potentially injury inducing for others. Pardon our generalizations, but if your human is academically inclined, it is likely they do not have fond memories of their Physical Education classes and you will understand why after reading this breakdown of a typical class period (45 minutes to an hour long)
In Kickball and Matball, the small humans are divided into two “teams”. This may be done by the “coach” or by an outdated and socially cruel process of assigning “team captains” among the students who then alternate picking their fellow students to be on their teams. From this, the students who are either athletic or popular or both are easily determined from the shy, clumsy, or awkward students.
Once the teams are decided, the team that will be attempting to score points will line up; they are called the “visiting” team. The team trying to keep the opposing team from scoring points fan out across the gym; they are called the “home” team. The defending team will roll a spherical object called a “ball” at the line of students visiting team. One of the offensive students will then kick the ball as hard as they can and then run for a mat/base like a Idjwluge is chasing them.
Now this is the part where things get interesting. The home team students will attempt to catch the ball. If they catch the ball in the air before it hits the ground, the kicker is “out”. Three “outs” will cause the teams to switch roles. The kicking team doesn’t want out; the defending team wants to cause outs. If they don’t catch the ball, they can still grab the ball and throw it. We do not joke: the only way to get the kicker out after a non-catch is to THROW THE BALL AT THEIR BODY SO THAT IT HITS THEM. There is another option where the defensive team holds the ball and taps the running player with the ball, BUT THAT NEVER HAPPENS; THEY ALWAYS RESORT TO THROWING THE BALL AS HARD AS POSSIBLE. BECAUSE HUMANS LOVE TO MAKE THEIR LIVES AS DIFFICULT AS POSSIBLE WITH THE MOAT POTENTIAL FOR PAIN. However, if the runner gets to the base/mat before the ball hits them, they are “safe” and cannot get out as long as they are on the base.
This is one way where kickball and matball differ. In kickball, the runner on base is required to keep moving to allow room for the next kicker in line to get on base. In matball, there can be as many people on base as can fit on the mat. This routine will continue: kick, run, kick, run until you can run “home”. “Home” is the place where you kicked from. The bases form a diamond and there are four of them that form a circular running pattern. You kick from “home” base, and run towards “first” base. You then head for “second” base. Then “third” base and then back to where you started. If you safely make it home, you score your team a point. In kickball, you run the bases once. In matball you run them twice: first, second, third, back to first, second, third, then finally home. This probably to makeup for the advantage of choosing when you run to the next base rather than being obligated to.
The goal is to score as many points as possible before the other team gets any person on your team out three times.
If you thought that game was horrid prepare yourself again. After this description, the word “dodgeball” will strike fear in your heart. The entire goal of dodgeball is TO THROW A BALL AT THE OPPOSING TEAM WITH THE EXPLICIT INTENTION OF HITTING THEM WITH IT.
THAT’S THE GAME.
The humans are split into two teams similar to the kickball teams. They line up on opposite walls. Precisely in the middle of the “gymnasium” (which as near as we can tell is the official name of the torture chamber of public schooling) are a row of spherical balls lined up parallel to the lines of students on each side. When the “coach” blows a whistle the students sprint for the balls, grab them and retreat. What follows is a chaotic battleground the likes of which we haven’t seen since the Battle of Wakowwnoif. The “game” is simple. Throw the ball at a member of the opposing team. They avoid the ball. If they are unsuccessful at dodging the impact, they are “out” and move to the wall. If they do dodge, they are fine and nothing happens. If they catch the ball thrown at them, they can bring one of their teammates back into the game and the person who threw the ball is out. If the person gets hit in the head, the person who threw the ball is out (this is the closest we could find to any sort of safety precautions laid out in this game). The game continues until one team systematically hits every member of the other team out.
Prison ball is exactly the same as dodgeball, it just has a few more enhancements and opportunities for social humiliation. Teams are still split in two. However, each team has three figurines called “bowling pins”. They are placed on the gymnasium floor. The goal of prisonball is to knock down the other team’s figurines and get the other team out. So each team is guarding their figurines while still playing dodgeball. Another twist comes when you are hit with a ball. Instead of simply being out, you are in Prison. Prison is an area in enemy territory separate from your team.
There are two ways out of prison. One is statistically unlikely. On each side of the gymnasium, located high up on the wall is a hoop with a net hanging from it. If the opposing team manages to to throw a ball through that hoop from their side of the gymnasium, everyone on their team in prison gets to rejoin the game.
The other way out is if a teammate throws a ball from their side of the gym, over the enemy territory and the enemies heads and the comrade in prison catches the ball, then the prisoner is set free.
This method requires a few things. First it requires the prisoner to have a friend on their team willing to throw them a ball. Second, it requires the non-prisoner teammate to be able to throw a ball that great distance accurately. Third, it requires the prisoner to be able to catch the ball. Fourth, it also requires the non-prisoner to also get hit in the process of doing all this, and if the prisoner and would-be rescuer don’t have any other friends-they are simply out of luck. In other words: the human must be popular and athletically inclined or just very very lucky. This is where the social humiliation comes in. However, many of our reports have shown that this game is prefered to dodgeball because once the human is “in prison” they simply have to pretend that they are trying to get people to get them out but then can just fritter away the rest of the game not participating. These are the humans we want to recruit for strategic planning.
The game ends when all the figurines are knocked down-either by the opposing team throwing balls at them or by the guarding team’s clumsiness.
Linetag is the least strenuous “game” the humans play in Physical Education. In all honesty, it looks rather fun. The human game of “Tag” is usually characterized by chaotic running around and avoidance of the human that is “it”. If “it” touches another human, that human is now “it” and must “tag” another human. There are many variations of this game that we will detail below since they are the least barbaric of the human “games” and might be useful in certain training exercises.
Linetag is one of those variations. Linetag requires a floor with different sets of intersecting lines. For some reason, humans decorate their gymnasium floors with a design of lines. Further research is required to discover if these are sacred markings, if they have special meanings, or if they are just for aesthetics. Two to four humans are chosen to be “it”. They remain “it” for the remainder of the game. Their goal is to tag every one of the non “it” students. When the student is tagged, they must sit down right where they are-no matter what.
The trick to the this game, however, is that the humans are only allowed to walk on the lines. They cannot deviate from a set of prescribed routes. They cannot hop lines. They must find intersections to avoid “it”. When a player is tagged and they sit down, they become a “roadblock”. The fleeing humans cannot pass them-but the “it” humans can. The game continues until all students are sitting.
Other Tag Variations:
Freeze tag: chaotic running pattern, but when “tagged” the player freezes though touched by a Nxiebxwoie. Game continues until every player is frozen. Players can unfreeze friends by crawling through their legs. (We do not understand why this would work to unfreeze someone but we have discovered that humans have very vivid imaginations when it comes to recreational activities)
Amoeba tag: also known as “sticky tag” or “worm tag” one player is “it” until they tag another player and then they are “stuck” together and must hold hands while chasing the other humans. With each tag, the “it” group gets larger and larger continuing to hold hands, link elbows, etc. Great fun to watch.
Circle tag: humans pair up and link elbows in a circle. “It” and a “runner” will begin a pursuit. The “runner” can link elbows (the bendy bits of their upper limbs) with anyone of the pairs and the partner that didn’t get linked must then run away. If they are tagged they are now “it” and the former “it” is now the “runner” and must find a pair to break up.
For the athletically disinclined human, you could understand why these activities would be traumatizing. Oftentimes these games were treated as though they were the equivalent to our Yeqipguited Games by the more athletically inclined. The less talented humans may have been mocked. If the human you are working with seems less inclined to participate in a game of Bejbpoi, you now understand why.
Combined request from two anon readers for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:
#18 - “You’re warm, s'great for cuddling.“
#36 - “Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!”
Throwing yourself down on the couch, you yawn, the episodes of today wearing you out.
Pretty much all day you’d been helping Jax redecorate the house, him deciding he wanted a fresh start combined with the fact that Abel was dying for a race car bed, so why not just give him a whole new room?
You’re probably the strongest mother figure that Abel has, although yours and Jax’s relationship is only platonic. Of course, you’d love it to be more than that, but you’re not one to push, and Jax has been through more than enough these past few months.
The man himself appears from the hallway, smirking at you before lifting your legs up and sitting down on the couch, your limbs being draped across him. “Look at you, all worn out.”
“I have been helping you since eight this morning.” you remind him, your eyes flickering to the clock on the wall. “I’d say fourteen hours of work is more than long enough to tire anybody out.”
Jax whistles lowly, his head lolling back as he looks up at the ceiling, his hands moving soothingly up and down your legs. “I guess time flies when you’re having fun, babe.”
“Easy for you to say. I’m pretty sure half of your paint went in my hair.” Jax chuckles in response, your fingers pulling at the knotted strands that are splattered with blue pigment. “I should be going anyway.”
“Or, you could stay.” Jax suggests, your cheeks tickling pink as he turns on his pleading eyes and his charming smile. Pretending to think about it for a minute, you roll your eyes, nodding in acceptance.
“Guess it makes more sense, probably easier for you to put me through more slave labour if I stay the night.” Jax smiles at you, the sight seemingly more beautiful everytime you see it. “Is it alright if I take a quick shower?”
“Sure. We could take one together, you know, save water and all that.” he says, a smirk on your lips. Sitting up, you move your legs from his lap, tapping his cheek twice before standing.
“Keep dreaming, big boy.”
You walk through to the bedroom from the bathroom, humming a random tune as the smell of Jax covers you, the combination of his shower gel and his clothes that you’re currently wearing making you smell nothing but him. Moving to the mirror, you adjust the waistband of Jax’s sweatpants, running your fingers over the inked writing on your hip.
“Woah, never knew you had a tattoo.” You almost jump out of you skin as Jax speaks from the doorway, a smirk on his lips as you look over your shoulder.
“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.“ He shakes his head and smiles before stepping back and heading into the bathroom. “You still sleeping on the right side?”
The toilet flushes, followed by the running of the tap, before Jax reappears in the bedroom. “Yeah. Surprised you still remember.”
“Of course I do, I used to stop here all the time before you started being a dirty stop out.“ You tease, your heart clenching at the idea of Jax sleeping with other women. Many other women.
“Jealousy suits you, babe. You mind?“ he asks, gesturing to his shirt. You shake your head, trying to contain the flush that’s definitely crawling up your face as his toned physic comes into view. However, the knowing look in his eyes makes you think he’s already aware of the effect he has on you.
The two of you pull up the covers, slipping inside the sheets. For some people, sharing a bed with a male friend would be awkward, but for you and Jax, it was comfortable, normal.
Once he’s turned out the lights, Jax settles into the bed, the two of you facing one another, a barely there gap between your faces. “Thanks for today. Sometimes I wonder where I’d be without you.”
You smile within the moonlit room, Jax’s expression changing to a slightly more troubled one. The struggle and hurt is heavy within his eyes, the man in front of you having seen a lot more shit than most.
“Probably dead.” you deadpan, attempting to lighten the mood. You pat yourself on the back mentally when it works, Jax’s pink lips tugging up slightly. Rolling his eyes he turns onto his back, lifting his arm up and silently inviting you into him.
You comply - obviously - shifting to rest your head on his chest, his arm closing around you as you rest your palm on his chest. He sighs, content with your position, something about you just calming him like nothing else could.
“You’re warm. S'great for cuddling.” you whisper, Jax trailing his fingertips up and down your arm as you close your eyes, the melodic sound of his steady heart beat acting as your lullaby. He hums in response, a gentle kiss being placed on the top of your head.
“Abel loves having you around, you know.” Butterflies swarm your stomach at Jax’s words, your ears open and listening, your mouth not sure what to say. “So do I. Just feels right, like everything isn’t completely shit.”
“I like being here, feels like home.” you admit, placing a small, experimental kiss on Jax’s chest, his grip on your arm tightening encouragingly. Grinning to yourself, you wrap your arm around his torso, part of you wanting to see if anything progresses tomorrow and the other half wanting to stay here forever. “Goodnight, J.”
“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Jax says, holding you close within his arms, the two of you drifting into the best sleep you’ve had in ages.
A/N - Hope you liked this!! I wish I had me a Jax Teller 😭 maybe without the cheating😂 Check out my masterlist if you’re new, I write mainly SOA but also some SPN! Tomorrow’s imagine will be a Chibs x Reader! ❤
Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles
thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the
fact it’s the job and nothing more.
It’s hard because
Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to
arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes
meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.
Derek’s team have
been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe
and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early
on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed
them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another
hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it
wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.
Stiles is across the
restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for
more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s
sitting across from.
“You don’t know me, Nurse!” Dex yells, turning and slamming the door on his way out.
Nursey sinks down into his chair, hands shaking with the adrenaline rush that always comes after a blowout with Dex. He grabs his headphones, tugs his sweatshirt on, and laces up his running shoes. He’s feeling like he could run six or seven today, after a fight like that, but he doesn’t want to overdo it, so he’ll stick to his usual three.
He refuses to allow himself to think for the first mile, focusing on his breath and the sound of his feet against the pavement. It’s warmer than it should be, this time of year, but the air is still cold enough to feel that bit of chill in his lungs.
By the second mile he’s working through the argument in his head, parsing through everything leading up to it and trying to figure out what started it. He can’t figure it out, or maybe he just doesn’t remember. Whatever started it, Dex had surely ended it. You don’t know me, Nurse. A lie if Nursey’s ever heard one. He knows Dex.
I know Dex, he’s repeating through the third mile. He doesn’t know why he’s so hung up on it, except that it’s total fucking bullshit. I know Dex. I know him. I do. Fuck him for thinking I don’t. Fuck him.
Request: HI I love your fics!! could you do a deanxreader where dean
broke his right hand on a hunt and can’t shave himself so the reader, with
hidden feelings for dean, does it for him with lots of fluff please
Word Count: 1,270
“Ouch! Jesus Christ, that’s a
bitch.” The muffled cursing comes from behind the bathroom door, then followed
by the clinking sound of something falling into the ceramic sink, and finally
a, “Son of a bitch!”
Despite the laundry pile you’re
carrying, you swerve across towards the door and knock a couple of times with
your free hand, “Dean? Everything alright in there?”
There’s a moment of silence, and
then a short reply, “Fine.”
He’s obviously frustrated – a tone
you’ve quickly become accustomed to hearing after dragging him home from the
hospital a few days ago. He’d landed badly after being catapulted across the
room by an overzealous ghost and broken a hand, whereas Sam had gotten off with
a concussion and you’d somehow managed to slip away injury-free – which had
inevitably resulted in you skivvying around to cater to their every whim.
While Sam had managed to get over
himself somewhat and take it easy while the hellish egg on his head goes down,
Dean has been trying to do everything as normal. He hates being laid up like
this, and trying to get everything done for himself has just resulted in more
hurt and hindrance than help.
You still linger outside the door
for a few moments, “Can I help at all?”
He hesitates, and for a long
moment you wonder if he’s actually going to accept, “I could use a clean
“Got one here. Mind opening the
door?” You ask, after trying to get in and finding the door locked. Again, a
hesitation, but then the door opens, Dean fumbling with his good hand for a few
moments to get it undone.
You pride yourself on being able
to keep a poker face. Sometimes giving the enemy no indication of your emotions
could mean the difference between life and death – sometimes it’s imperative that
a victim doesn’t know what you’re thinking. But this time, when it’s important
that you don’t make a sound so Dean doesn’t slam the door in your face, you
just can’t seem to freaking manage it.
“I know, alright?” He huffs as you
sidle into the bathroom and begin draping the towels from the pile over the
towel rack, trying desperately not to laugh. It’s not your fault – he’s covered
in shaving cream – it’s smudged over his nose and there are even splatters in
his eyebrows. It’s all white, apart from a trail of crimson blood slipping down
the side of his face.
“You can’t shave left-handed?” You
guess, taking note of the razor left in the sink and the cast immobilising his
right hand. He sighs wearily, and then nods.
“Nope. I’ve never had to try
before, and I was starting to look even more homeless than Sam.” He complains,
taking a towel from you when you offer one to him.
“Dean, for crying out loud, you
shattered your hand. I think you’re allowed to look homeless for a little
while.” You reassure him, balancing the rest of the laundry – mostly jeans and
a handful of flannels – on the countertop, “If you really want it sorted, I’ll
do it for you.”
As soon as the offer has left your
mouth, you regret it – the very idea of managing to get so close to him without
blushing like a five year old, or completely losing your breath… impossible.
And yet, he nods, smiling ruefully.
“Would you mind? I just… can’t.”
He shrugs, and you smile back, nodding and shooing him off towards the closed
“Go on then, sit down.” You
instruct, picking up the razor and running the warm tap to clear it off. You
let the tap run for a little while, filling the basin, and then approach Dean
carefully, “You have to promise to stay still. Usually when I’m so close to
someone with something this sharp it doesn’t end very well for them.”
He laughs, leaning back with the
force of it, “That’s not encouraging, Y/N.”
“I said I’d do it. I never said
I’d do it well.” You remind him with a smile – humour: humour is how you get
through this without making a complete idiot of yourself.
“Much appreciated, beautiful.” He
winks, and it’s all you can do to force out a snort and place your fingers
beneath his chin to tilt his head up a little.
“Mm, whatever you say,” Sometimes
it’s difficult not to take his words too seriously, and you have to remind
yourself that Dean Winchester can and will flirt with anything that moves –
you’re not special to him beyond being good friends and hunting buddies.
“Well, the closer you get, the
more I’m thinking it.” He mumbles, remaining still as stone as you skin the
razor over his skin smoothly – you’re painstakingly careful, starting on the
opposite side to the cut on his lower cheek. He chuckles when you lean back to
dunk the razor in the sink, then move back over to him.
“I’ll stay well back, then.” You
wink in response, but contradict your own statement by leaning close enough to
him that his breath ghosts over your face. His eyes remain trained on your
face, watching every movement as you press your lips together, squinting in
concentration. You try your best to ignore it, being as careful and steady as
your humanly can manage while you get to work.
His eyes don’t leave you until
you’re finished, patting down his face with a towel and then handing it to him
– only then does he force himself to look away, watching as you clear up and set
everything back in its place.
When he finally manages to open
his mouth, he’s expecting the words that come out to be ‘thanks, Y/N’ –
instead, they’re, “When you’re concentrating, your nose does this funny little
You turn slowly, quirking an
eyebrow in a manner he can only describe as adorable, “Excuse me?”
“It kinda… wrinkles. But just at
the tip. Right here.” He taps his own nose, a small smile playing on his lips,
“And you blink a lot. I just… never noticed before.” Dean confesses, giving a
nonchalant shrug and trying to ask as if he isn’t mortified by the words.
Rather than make a comment, you
give a smile, wiping your hands off and stepping back, “I suppose I’m not the
kind of person people pay a whole lot of attention to.” It’s not meant to be
self-deprecating, but Dean takes it that way nonetheless.
“You have got to be kidding me.” He rolls his eyes, standing up and poking at
the cast as if his hand would be magically healed, “Y/N, you turn heads
everywhere you go.”
“Yeah, right, of course.”
“Hey, look at me,” He takes your
wrist in his hand, turning you to face him properly, “You’re beautiful. Really,
truly beautiful. And smart, and kind, and funny. And people notice that. I notice that.”
That’s when your heart really does skip a beat – his eyes are on
yours, emeralds glinting in the harsh white light of the bunker’s main
“You don’t need to reply to that.
Didn’t mean to back you into a corner. Sorry.” Dean smiles sheepishly,
scratching at the back of his neck with his good hand – but you shake your
head, stepping forward with all of the boldness you can muster.
“I want to.” You assure him,
taking his good hand and squeezing it gently, “I don’t care about anyone else
noticing. Just you.”
He hesitates, then glances
sideways, at the door, “Can I kiss you?” He blurts, flushing red like an
Record every part of your spell. If a mistake is made, helpers will need detailed information to assist you.
edit: Remember to protect yourself with amulets, circles, by being in a warded space, etc., during creation and casting of spells if possible.
1. State your goal. “I wish to make a protective ward in my home.”
2. Consider what powers will help you with this goal.
What are you defending against or battling against? What stands in your way? What powers beat your opponent in a game of rock-paper-scissors?
What powers do you know? Which are your friends? Which can you quickly, safely, and intimately work with? The more powers you know, the better mage you become :)
3. Consider the physical form of the spell, which is tied to how the spell spiritually manifests.
Spiritual manifestation: Radiation outwards permanently. Physical form: Jar spell, container spell, jewelry, permanent spell you store somewhere so the energies radiate outwards.
Spiritual manifestation: Radiate outwards to immediate take action; temporary. Physical form: Immediate power boost which sends off energy, such as candle, incense, steam, running faucet, shaking jar full of sand. Anything involving fire, wind, rushing water, earthquake…. rapid movement!!
Spiritual manifestation: Spiritual connection or bond to a target. Physical form: Image of the target that can be manipulated (moved around, have things added or removed, etc).
Spiritual manifestation: Breaking energies. Physical form: See “radiate outwards to take immediate action.”
Spiritual manifestation: Temporary wards. Physical form: See “Radiate outwards to take immediate action.”
4. Assemble the physical spell.
Place blessed ingredients in jars and containers.
Rub oils and herbs on candles.
Channel energies in to objects and seal them with permanence.
Add symbolic elements like feathers, bottles of soil, jarlets of water, etc.
Add images and drawings, including seals that represent powers.
Include poems which evoke the powers you need for your spell.
5. Empower the physical portion of the spell, which empowers the spiritual and magical portion of the spell. The way you choose to empower the spell affects how the spell manifests.
edit: For example, shaking a jar of earth may add slow, steady, building earth energy to your spell. Are you sure you would not prefer rapid fire? I find dancing, singing, and chanting can be easily customized to give exactly the type of energy you want to give. It may be more tiring than using elemental energy, however.
Slow charge for steady burn over many days: Charge in sunlight or moonlight over day/night cycle. Or, bury in earth for 24 to 72 hours. Activate/empower with extra boost if desired using the “fast burn for quick activation” techniques.
Fast burn for quick activation: Anything where fuel is rapidly burned in ANY fashion. This includes petroleum gas, candles, and the electricity it takes to run the water tap. Especially includes your personal physical, emotional, and mental energy burned to empower this spell. Specific examples: burning candles, lighting incense, shaking a jar of sand, dancing around, singing, repeating magical chants, putting the spell under running water, drumming, playing a passionate song, doing jumping jacks.
6. Activate your spell!
“Activate” your spell in whatever form makes sense. You may have noticed your spell was activated some point along its creation process and does not need to be properly activated. In other cases, activate the spell and allow it to come to completion.
In any case, in my path it is proper to announce your spell and properly send it off. Clearly state the intent of your prepared and empowered spell: “This spell is to get me more money by the next full moon.” Then, activate it:
Light the candle.
Put on the jewelry.
Put the jar in the closet.
Instruct the poppet.
Bury the toilet paper roll stuffed with herbs.
Honor the activation and make it a “real”, permanent spell by finishing it:
Say “so mote it be.”
Say “so may it be.”
Say, “it is done.”
Clap your hands.
Snap your fingers.
Do a unique hand sigil.
7. In the case of a permanent spell, do not forget to cleanse it using normal methods :) if casting a spell leaves you tired, cleanse, snack, and take a nap.
Today when one thinks of ammunition one probably imagines modern cartridges made of brass which contain smokeless gunpowder, a bullet, and a primer. Many firearms today even have magazines that can hold 20, 30, perhaps even 100 cartridges at a time. However before the end of the American Civil War, when soldiers fought with flintlock or percussion muskets, most firearms were limited to one. Cartridges of the time were also much different from the metallic self contained cartridges of today. From the 17th century until around 1865, most cartridges were actually paper.
Before the invention of the cartridge, a soldier or hunter would typically load a musket by pouring loose powder from a flask, then loading a patch followed by the bullet, or maybe just the bullet. Using a flask was often slow and if it lacked a tap, the amount of powder poured could vary from shot to shot, effecting performance. Eventually by the late 15th century soldiers in both Europe and Asia had the idea to place pre-measured powder charges in containers, typically worn on a bandoleer, thus speeding the loading process and ensuring better consistency.
In the late 16th century soldiers in Denmark and Naples had the idea to wrap a pre-measured amount of gunpowder as well as a bullet inside a piece of paper. Doing so ensured consistency of powder and sped up the process of loading. By the 17th century the use of paper cartridges became widespread in Europe and the America’s.
To load a musket with a paper cartridge, the user would first bite off an end of the cartridge. The user would first pour a little bit of powder in the flashpan, unless the musket was a percussion lock which became common around the mid 19th century. Then the user would drop the cartridge, powder and all into the barrel. The ramrod would be used to push the entire cartridge down the barrel, thus properly seating it and ensuring there was no air gaps between the bullet, gunpowder, and chamber (which could cause an explosion).
Typically the paper was also pre-lubricated with wax, tallow, or lard to protect it from moisture, allow it to travel the down the bore easier, and lubricate or clean the muzzle. Using this method a well trained soldier could expect to fire around 3-4 shots a minute. Some of the most battle hardened soldiers could achieve even more. This was the case when in April of 1866 seven hundred soldiers of the Fennian Brotherhood invaded Canada. Composed entirely of battle hardened Irish Union Army veterans who served in the American Civil War, the Fennians were able to maintain such an intense rate of fire that initial Canadian Militia reports stated that the invaders were armed with repeating rifles.
A seat of your pants, loading on the run method called the “tap method”,
made famous by the Sharpe’s Rifle’s book and TV series, could speed up the loading process further. In this method the user pours primes the pan, drops the cartridge down the muzzle, then taps the rifle butt against the ground to seat the cartridge. The tap method made the process faster since the user didn’t have to withdraw and replace the ramrod. This method was certainly not officially used in any army, and I myself am unsure how often it was used in history, if at all. One thing to note, as a flintlock smoothbore musket shooter myself, I would never recommend doing this, as an improperly seated cartridge could turn your musket into a pipe bomb. Below is the famous scene from Sharpe’s Eagle, and a vid of murphysmuskets using the same technique.
The paper musket cartridge would be most popular in the 18th up to the mid 19th century. By the mid 1800’s gun makers began designing others types of cartridges, eventually inventing the self-contained metallic cartridge, which allowed for conventional loading and practical multi-shot repeating firearms. The last conflict which saw the widespread use of paper cartridges and muzzleloading firearms was the American Civil War. By 1870 the reign of the paper cartridge ended with the production of rimfire and centerfire metallic cartridges and repeating firearms technology.
A musket cartridge wrapped from newspaper, late 18th century.
Summary: It’s Jaebum’s birthday, so you decide to make him his favourite food - with the promise of more ‘birthday presents’ after. Jaebum comes home; and you’re the only thing on his mind.
Please note that this scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature.
Authors note:This was originally a request but I decided to incorporate it to suit today - which is Jaebum’s birthday! So in light of that, I hope you all enjoy this scenario with our sexy best leader - Im Jaebum~ ^^
Preference “How they react when you both stumble upon a sex shop”
(So sorry for the late late post…So many problems happened -_- BUT YAY OUR FAVS!! XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)
Negan-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d let out a surprised whistle and stare at you wide eyed and with a big mischievous grin. He’d find it rather hilarious to see you blush so much and would just keep pushing you towards the store, only to end up grabbing you by your shoulder to walk in, as he makes comments about how you both need to.
Daryl-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d be confused as to what made you giggle so much and only be more confused when he figures it out. He wouldn’t get what was the whole fuss about the place, thinking it only had a weird name to it but the moment you’d explain it to him, he still wouldn’t get the point of it and just shrug it off.
Rick-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d find it funny and act in disbelief as to what you had both just witnessed. As you’d jokingly suggest him to go in and try to make your way towards the door, he’d playfully plead you to not go in, shaking his head and trying to get a hold of you, only to end up inside and have to deal with you joking around.
Merle-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d let out a satisfied chuckle and immediately look your way with an eyebrow raised. He’d go to stand by the door and cockily ask you whether you need anything from it, only to egg on you to get in all while motioning you with his finger to follow him, saying you both have time for it.
Glenn-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d look over at you and start to nervously giggle. He’d then just have the urge to tease you and start to playfully nudge you over and egg you on about going inside, only to regret it the moment you’d agree. However, as soon as you are both inside, his playfulness would come back as you’d both look around for fun.
Carl-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d look over at you to see your reaction, only to be just as confused as you. You’d both spend your time wondering what was inside and end up throwing ideas back and forth, until he’d get the guts to step up to the door, making you follow him closely that is until you’d both be shocked and decide to walk right back out.
The Governor-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d be just as surprised as you and would actually hesitate between going in or walking away. He’d look at over at you not knowing what to say exactly, only to laugh along with you to ease the tension and actually wait on you to make the decision as really he’d follow you anywhere.
Abraham-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d start to laugh and give you a pat on the back, saying things about it’s the perfect place to look for everything you needed. He’d have a good look of it from the outside, bringing his whole face to the window, only to quickly embarrass you and make you try to pull him away but for him to fight it.
Eugene-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d be stunned yet would cover it up with his usual calmness. As he’d notice you giggling and blushing, he’d get flustered at the thought of you walking in but would do whatever it took to dissuade you. He’d end up “snapping” you out of it by stating some facts about it all and would truly put you out of the mood.
Ron-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d stare at it in wonder and admit to you that he’s always wanted to know what was inside. Although, you’d be shy about it, he’d do whatever it took to convince you to walk in with him. As you’d both enter, you’d look around and actually start playing around with anything possible.
Jesus-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, it would take you and him by complete surprise as you weren’t expecting it. The two of you would’ve been running from a hoard of walkers and simply got in the first place to hide, so seeing everything that was inside would truly astound you and have you both speechless.
Dwight-As you’d both stumble upon a sex shop while on a run, he’d do whatever it took to keep a straight face but would smile here and there thinking it to be rather funny. As you’d try to convince him to get in, he’d look at you asking and thinking if you were being serious about this, only to end up thinking you’re so immature and just walk away, making you have to catch up to him.
Plot: You were the only one holding his reality together, while it was all shattering into pieces.
Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Angst, HYYH au!
Note: Time to wash away the sinful J-Hope with a depressed J-Hope. Thank you so much for reading, liking and reblogging. This blog is growing faster than I thought. 565 Words
P.S. Can we talk about how one of my fave Sunbaenim fanfiction/reaction bloggers ever liked my post? @bulletproofwhalienI love you. I’m so honored.
You were banging against the door to his bathroom, a running tap being heard from inside. He had always been like this – he wanted to escape this cycle, wanted to get rid of the depression he had. Why didn’t he ever listen to your positive thoughts; your acknowledgement? You didn’t want him to have thoughts like that.
‘One pill a day,’ was what the doctor said. You were always in charge of making sure he took exactly that; which he did. But now, he actually decided to rebel. He decided that he was going to leave forever. It was like he was in a trace – he had forgotten about you, his other friends. They had become quite distant anyway.
“Please let me in.. I don’t want you to do anything to yourself.”
To his ears, your voice was muffled. The sound of the tap was muffled. He was blankly staring at his reflection in the mirror, thinking what he had become, thinking of all the memories he had with the boys; then that one girl. That one girl who ruined Jin’s life; who changed everyone’s fate for the worse. His expression became tense, and he sharply opened up the cabinet, and snatched off the pills.
Your ear was against the door, your eyes widening when you heard the familiar creak of the cabinet. Was he really going to overdose? That was the only thing that was possible, considering there was nothing else in there other than toothpaste and brushes. You couldn’t loose him – not like this.
Sure, you were just the person assigned to take care of him, but maybe your feelings developed into something more overtime. You weren’t saving him because you were getting paid to – you were saving him because you had fallen in love with him.
There was no way you were going to give him up.
You quickly looked through all the drawers in his tiny apartment for a key to the bathroom, or anything else that could open the door.
For once, you just needed some luck. You wouldn’t care if you used all it up on getting a key.
After a few minutes of shoveling through drawers, you found a lone key, which you immediately used to open up the obstacle that was blocking you from seeing Hoseok. All of your prayers were answered when a click echoed through your ears, and you barged in. He was just about to take in a handful of pills, which you had slapped out of his hand.
“Don’t!” You begged, as he looked at you with wide eyes. “Please.. Please don’t leave me..”
You wrapped your arms around his tall frame, your tears staining his cardigan. At that moment, he felt his heart beat against his chest. A little life had sprung up inside him, and his dull eyes seemed to gleam slightly. He felt so much comfort from that one action, and he wanted more; he wanted to be with you forever. You were the only one actually keeping it together, while it was all shattering into pieces.
aries comes over: *dirties the dishes, messes the bed, loses the remote controls, leaves all the lights on and tap running, leaves the fridge open, stains the carpet*
aries: well it was fun hanging out, bye now :)