safe book

I’m writing this entry out in the shroud, it had gotten a little to dark for me to safely travel back, So I’m currently relaxing with some of the wood wailers at a small tower, they’ve given me a small area and a bed mat, so I’m comfortable enough, they even fed and watered Kaura.

After letting Dante know what was happening over the link pearl, I’m just watching out to the skies enjoying the stars, the wailers are leaving me alone for the most part, they ask me if I want a drink of water now and then but nothing much more.

After today I shouldn’t need many more herbs for that book for Tatari, then I’ll get the flowers pressed and safely into the book, write some good information on the flowers and herbs I’ve yet to put in and then give her it, I can’t wait to see her reaction.

G'night journal

There’s something so different about him…
Most make me anxious, nervous, and unsure.

He makes me feel safe.

I want to crawl into his arms and feel his warm hand on the small of my back, tracing circles over and over.

I want to thread my fingers through his hair and sigh into his ear, content and happy.

—  Safe
American Denim: A New Folk Art

Before we get to the book review, please be aware that some images contain nudity–there’s butt, boobs, and one embroidered bush, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.

American Denim: A New Folk Art

Somebody actually cut a picture of a jacket pocket into the shape of a pair of pants.  1975, folks.

Right away, you can see why I had to show you this book.

Most of the stuff inside inspired three thoughts, in this order:

  1. That’s really ugly.
  2. That must have taken forever.
  3. I bet you can’t wash that.

Here are some highlights:

Our young model will be all the rage at punk shows, with her pants covered in sequins and zippers.  The macrame necklace is a nice touch.

The horror so horrid, they show it to you twice: a shirt covered in hands.  But just the sleeves and shoulders.

This artist saw Manos: The Hands of Fate and said, “Yeah, but what IF..”

These pants are apparently based on the garden of Eden.  I do not know what is going on with that tree on the ass of the jeans.

This is a front panel on a denim jacket.  There’s a similar lady on the other side.  Do you think someone once wore this in public, with pride?

Here we have pants made out of tiny pieces, because apparently pants that fell apart as soon as you stuck your leg in them were an artistic statement.

There are a lot of ass shots in this book.  This is the best one, though.

Dinosaur ass!

This poor model has grown barnacles.  They are awaiting scraping.

And lastly, tits surrounded by raw meat.  I guess that’s an iron-on?  But, just.. why?

This book is absurdly expensive on Amazon, your best bet if you need more terrifying weirdness is a library sale or something.

mark my words (m)

pairing: reader x sugar daddy!kim namjoon

genre/components: smut, crack, fluff // kim namjoon had money and a taste for sweet little things with the sharpest tongues 

count: 15,548 words

also extended, rewritten, crossposted to ao3 as minjoon

a/n: for anon who requested it months ago im so sorry this took so long but i hope it was worth :^) 

The blinking line on his blank document was laughing at him. He swore it was laughing at him and has been laughing at him for the past half an hour since he sat down and fired up the program. One word, backspace. Three words, backspace. One fucking sentence, he fucking backspaced. He let out a growl of frustration as he pushed back from his desk, rubbing his eyes as if the pain would clear up any part of his brain – preferably the one that didn’t make him sound like a five year old storybook. He might as well have typed “The wife is a sadist who accidentally killed her husband mid-fuck.”

Grabbing his robe, he quickly tugged it on and padded over to the kitchen to pour himself a blistering hot cup of coffee. His answering machine had picked up seven missed calls, probably from his editor cursing him out for missing his calls.

He couldn’t be bothered to listen to any of them or even handle his editor’s desire to tear him a new one when he was so tempted to do it himself. His last book had been published a few months ago. Usually, by the time one was stocked up on the shelves, he’d be working on the next as he cashed in whatever the latest one was making. However, with the last few miserable months, everything he printed looked like a shit stain on a piece of paper. Even his editor, who was down to his last string of patience, thought so.

Things used to come naturally to Namjoon. All the sophisticated whatnot, all the carefully intricate plots that wove themselves onto the blank pages in fabricated fiction. He didn’t know what happened to him. He’s never had a muse except for his own messed-up life so it wasn’t possible that (as what his readers and critics believed at least) his inspiration had evaporated into thin air.

Namjoon perhaps knew what had been happening, what he saw from three books away. But he wasn’t about to fucking admit it because that shit didn’t happen to the genius, versatile writer, Kim Namjoon. Whatever he wrote turned into gold, selling nearly as many copies as the holy Bible. If his jittery nerves wasn’t enough evidence of his problem, then the coffee cup shaking in his earthquake of a hand was. As the realization sank in, he was finally hit with the cold hard truth.

Kim Namjoon had hit writer’s block.

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“They Can’t See I’m A Witch”glamour jar.

Originally posted by she-is-beautifully-broken

Because of recent light and the binding ritual most witches are doing Tr*mp supports are getting very violent towards us witches. Going as far as to threaten to kill us so here’s a glamour to protect you but please do not rely on it allow. If you feel in danger contact the police immediately or federal judge.

What you’ll Need

  • A penny
  • A small container that you can carry on you
  • A small amethyst or rose quartz
  • Sea salt
  • Lavender Oil
  • (optional) Cone shell
  • Vodka (if you have it)
  • Bay Leaf
  • Cinnamon
  • Peppermint Leaves
  • A white and lavender candle
  • The ashes of the sigil pictured below

What To Do

  • Take the penny and put it in the container.
  • Put sea salt in then drip some lavender oil on top.
  • Next, take the Bay Leaf and peppermint leaves, crush them, and put them in the jar on top of the wet salt.
  • Burn the sigil (carefully) and put the ashes in now.
  • Take the cinnamon and add a pinch to the jar.
  • Pour a splash of vodka on top of the contents.
  • Seal the jar with the white wax followed by the lavender wax.
  • Chant “They cannot see I am a witch for their hate blinds them from seeing so.”

The cone shell acts as a charger for cone shells are shells of protection so when you need to recharge your glamour place that cone on top or near it. If you do not have a cone shell leave out in moonlight. Be safe out there.

Calling the Earth Guardians to Keep Away All Paranormal Harm and Evil

You will Need:

  • Four brown candles, one set near the corner of each internal wall in the room nearest the front door
  • A heatproof bowl of dried rose petals or rose potpourri, placed near the center of the room

Timing:

Sunday morning, at dusk


 The Spell:

Light the first candle in the corner to the left farthest away from the door, saying: “Wise Guardians of the Earth, bless and protect my home this night. Keep us safe from bad spirits until first morning light.”

Carry the bowl of rose petals or potpourri to the lighted candle and briefly hold the potpourri above the candle, repeating the spell words.

Return the potpourri to the center of the room and light the next candle, moving counterclockwise and repeating the spell words and actions. Do this until all four candles are lit.

Carry and lift the potpourri in any doorway and in front of windows, moving counterclockwise, at each point repeating the spell words.

Return the bowl to the center, letting the candles burn until bedtime.


- “1001 Spells: The Complete Book of Spells for Every Purpose, by Cassandra Eason.”

the main difference between nico di angelo and keith is that nico’s creator KNOWS he’s gay

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WLW BOOKS: (part one)

Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don’t guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it’s total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral.

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“Watching someone genuinely say I’m going to change the world to better suit my needs as opposed to change myself to fit in with society is something that’s quite compelling. […] That place is safe in a theatre, in a book, its safe in fantasy and safe in the symbolic playing field of the mind. Soon as it becomes a real thing and the consequences are genuine, then it no longer has the same compulsion, no matter how charismatic that world is, these players are, or these key figures…”