salt stain

Simple Water Spell to Dispel Anxiety

Really, it will dispel whatever you need it to. 


  • A large shell capable of holding water (can be subsituted for a bowl, though shell is recommended) 
  • A glass of water 

  • Black salt 


  • Pour a bit of black salt into your left hand. Once you have, take a moment to hold it and close your eyes, slowing your breath and visualizing that whatever anxious thoughts you might have are rough water, splashing and crashing inside of you. 
  • Visualize that the rough water is flowing from your head down into your chest and up into your left hand, leaving behind only stillness and peace where it once was. Feel that energy be drawn into the salt that you hold. 
  • Open your eyes and hold your left hand over the shell. With your right hand, pick up the glass of water and pour it over the salt, letting it wash off of your hand and into the shell. Continue to pour the water until no salt or black stain is on your hand. 
  • Look down into the dark water inside of the shell and feel that all of your anxiety is contained within it. It is separated from you, leaving you a feeling of pleasant stillness. 
  • Take a few breaths to relax yourself further, focusing on that feeling of peace. 
  • Dispose of the water (preferably down a drain or somewhere where it won’t harm any plants). 
  • Repeat as needed.
Witch Tip

If you utilize sigils or runes by writing them on sheets of paper and burning them, stain the paper with something for a little extra boost! Experiment with different stains. I personally enjoy staining with a mix of vanilla extract and Chai! The cinnamon from the Chai really adds a huge boost of energy. You can also add herbs and salts to the stain water as well!

haybop-86  asked:

I'm English & have parents who are both chefs... so yes to salt in porridge & water when cooking (and bravo for making the point to not put it in when cold!). The fact that people make the choice, not from health reasons, to leave salt out is a bit of a shock for me. Also, putting tea in bone china before the milk (presuming it comes from a teapot) could lead to staining of the chinaware as well as cracking. IMO that's the only reason to ever put milk in first ;)

I was genuinely surprised by the number of people who a) were unaware of it and b) downright affronted by it, like it’s just one of those things I was always taught to do, both at home and at work.

Ahh yea, I used to work in a Victorian tea house and we were forever scrubbing the china with salt to get the stains out, but our primary concern was always cracking, cause that was the most likely thing to happen. I dunno if you’ve ever seen fine porcelain explode but let me tel you, it pops like the world’s sharpest projectile balloon, 

Missing (Saeyoung x MC fic) - Part 8

A/N: This is a short one~ I have to go to work today so please wait for the next update! ^^ thanks for reading this far!


You were awakened by soft knocks on your door.  Rubbing sleep away from your eyes, you briefly glanced at the wall clock, and it read 6:29 AM.  Judging from the salt stains on your face, you must have fallen asleep while crying last night.

The knocks came again, and you hurriedly sat up and tied your hair in an attempt to look presentable somehow.

“Come in!” you called out.

The door opened, and you were surprised to see your boss, Mr. Park, in the doorway, his hands in his coat pockets.  Once you made eye contact he gives you a small smile.  “Hi MC,” he greets, stepping inside the room and gently closing the door behind him. “Oh!  Mr. Park, you shouldn’t have bothered!” you tried to get out of bed, but he lifted a hand to stop you.  

“I just wanted to see how you are doing,” Mr. Park sat on the chair beside the hospital bed.  “I was surprised that you did not show up for work yesterday.  That was unlike you,” he then gave you a small smile again, which you returned in embarrassment.

“I’m really sorry, sir,” you implored, “I was….a lot has happened, and I also lost my phone,” you stammered, and Mr. Park chuckled lightly.  “No need to apologize.  I’d like to talk more about what happened, if you don’t mind…I need to explain this to HR, you see…”

“O-of course! I mean, no, I don’t mind,” you reply, feeling slightly embarrassed that your boss had to personally visit you.  Truth be told, you completely forgot to inform the office of your situation because of everything that happened.  You made a mental note to give him a small gift later for the inconvenience.

Mr. Park sighed in relief. “Thank you.  But you seem pale, MC.  I think a little morning sunshine would do you good, don’t you agree?”

You gave it some thought. That is true, you mused, I have not stepped out of the hospital room since yesterday.  You gave him a smile.  Why not.  I’ll just be going to the gardens for a stroll. “You’re right…I may just need a little bit of sunshine.  All right, could you kindly wait outside so I can change into something warmer?”

“Sure.  I’ll be waiting.” Mr. Park gave a slight nod and turned to exit the room.

As soon as the door closed, Mr. Park dipped his right hand inside his coat pocket, taking out his phone. Tapping the call out button, the phone rings at the other end.

“What? I’m busy,” A slightly annoyed voice came out from the phone, and Mr. Park’s eyes glinted maliciously, a grin forming at one corner of his mouth.

“I found her.”


Jumin had never thought that Rachmaninoff would become one of his greatest annoyances.

Grumbling to himself, he reluctantly stretched out his arm from the warmth of his blankets to reach out for his ringing phone without opening his eyes.  After a few failed attempts, his hand finally finds the phone and he opens his eyes slightly to see Jaehee’s face on the caller ID.

Tapping the “accept” button, he closed his eyes again and held the phone to his ear.  “What is it?” his voice came out throaty and hoarse; he cleared his throat quickly and continued, “Is there a problem?”

“Mr. Han, MC is missing.”

“What?!” Jumin abruptly sat up on his bed, holding the phone to his ear.

“I checked with the receptionist.  She went out to the gardens an hour ago,” Jaehee sighed at the other end of the line. “And the last visitor was Saeran at 11 last night.  I’m inclined to think Saeran took her with him, but I’ve been trying to contact him and he’s not picking up.”

Jumin pushed his fingers against the bridge of his nose, feeling an oncoming migraine.  He glances slightly at the bedside clock, which read 7:25. 

“Shall I call the police?” Jaehee paced inside the room, her stomach tied in knots with worry.

“No, not yet,” Jumin removes his blanket and tosses it aside, and then turns to sit at the edge of the bed. “It’s only been an hour.  Try searching for her within the facility; she may just have been tired being inside the room all the time.”

Jaehee sighs.  “You’re right. Okay, I’ll keep trying to contact Saeran and look for her.”

“Thank you, Assistant Kang. Keep me informed.”

“Of course, Mr. Han.”



A/N: Hi again guys! ^^ thank you for making it this far.  I still have so many scenes in my mind; if only I can put them to words a lot faster T__T

This is a short one, but I’m already halfway (I think?) through on the next chapter!  :)

Also: my stupid brain keeps imagining a sleepy Jumin //help T_T

Final note: I would like to send my heartfelt thanks to the people who sent their wonderful asks and messages/notes.  Thank you so very much!  You give me more confidence to continue writing and making art.  That means so much to me! ^///^

Part 7 is here!

Part 9 is up!

There is a small curl by the tragus of her right ear when the morning air is misty and the whole world smells like Beginning. The sun rises over the sea, moon paling.

The moon and the sea are in love, they say.

There are many great stories and many great poems about this, and when I look at the waves of her hair on my pillow, I understand.

I am moon-faced.
She is sea-salt-stained.

She moves in tides and I orbit around, I pull and I pull but I never get quite close enough to reach her surface with the tip of my toe.
And even though the moon wishes for nothing more, she must be terrified of the day they would finally touch. Would the sea escape earth’s shimmering atmosphere? Or would the moon crash down into the wide depths of her Beloved?
My skin craters in shivering anticipation.

The small curl by her ear laughs at me, “Why use such exorbitantly large metaphors? Comparing yourself to the moon? You’re just a half molten candle, don’t you see?” And I think, Yes, and I think, She is the staggering sun.

And I smile back at salt-stained, messy hair, at freckled planes of skin, at soft, sleepy sighs, and I know that it’s true.
She is the sea is the sun is the universe.
And I am merely human. And I am Icarus.
—  the moon and the sea are in love

The First of her Name shimmers silver and white as she sweeps gracefully through the blackened corridors of her citadel. The straight-backed salmon-skinned female beside her, blaster casually crooked over her finned elbow and clad in salt-stained leathers, is the sort of toughened mercenary that makes women thoughtful and men worry for their own masculinity.

 Mon Calamari are, after all, an acquired taste.

The First of Her Name, Conqueror of the Slavers and Ruler of the vast star seas beyond the ancient empire of her forefathers, has that taste.


Episode V: Winter Strikes Back Chapter 5 by AsbestosMouth

*dusts things frantically* 

In which: Dany wants her ship back but not having sex is really haaaard, Oberyn thinks all Jedi should have an orgy that he must watch, Davos remains The Best Dad In The Galaxy, Willas is as confused as ever, Beric electrocutes someone, Ramsay sulks Darkly, Jaime swashes his buckle, Brienne attempts to quash the swashing of buckles, Sansa thinks about more than just kissing, and throat punching occurs.

Ocean house aesthetics:
  • Gryffindor: a tree-lined empty tropical beach reached by hiking through miles of green forest, bright-blue clear water, exploring the forest around it and swimming our far to larger rocks and snorkeling in the warm water, returning to shore to dry off around a small fire
  • Slytherin: rough, dark blue and white frothy water with waves crashing on a dark sandy shore, ice cold ocean water and air, daring people to race into the water and come out shivering, picking up sea glass and telling ghost stories as the sun goes down, drying off in the back seat of a car and heading off salt-stained to a black-tie event
  • Ravenclaw: still, still, dark water with a beach made of shells and cliffs, sitting and watching the water with a notebook in hand, taking photographs of the water and staring out at the horizon while a storm comes in, diving into the water to feel how old the sea is, reading a water stained classic
  • Hufflepuff: driving an old wooden sedan onto a golden beach with warm frothy water and tidal pools, splashing in soft waves and taking Polaroids, racing down the beach and falling into sunset-colored water, building giant sand castles, a summer picnic in white loose clothes with peanut butter sandwiches and bubbly lemonade

today i did one of the new yorkeriest things i could’ve done

some jackass literally backed their car into me (very gently–it hit me solidly but didn’t even unbalance me–it was like if someone walked into me but was metal and got salt stains on my pants)

i responded to this by walking around to the side of the car to do the “what the fuck, jackass?!” arms at him, and then immediately crossed the street because no more cars were coming and continued on to work.

The Von Kossa stain is used for demonstrating calcium, however, it is the calcium salts that are stained black while the cytoplasm yields pink. It’s diagnostic purpose is to identify Hypercalcinosis deposits that can form in the kidney’s and other areas of the body.

*Thank you all for helping me get to 500 followers! Let’s continue to spread the love of histology and other fields of science for all of those yearning to learn more!

Living With Cybertronians

Imagine a Youtube channel about Volunteers that live with Cybertronian refugees in habitats around the world. These places are reserves for the protections of the robotic organisms and their human hosts. [Like Jon Watson’s volunteer work in African reserves and ranches.]

Imagine videos of the weekly washings. The adventures of trying to get Crosshairs to submit to his wash, and Hound lounging around happily under a spray of water. The perils of trying to find Prime, who always conveniently goes on one of his walk abouts when the volunteers are supposed to give a scrub, or Bumblebee begging for more wax and buffing. No one trains the volunteers better in how to spit-n-wash a bot than Knock Out, who also gives sage medical advice of how to look out for rust and salt stains.

Imagine videos of volunteers loading up into all the bots for their weekly excursion with the natives, and helping them keep up their human socialization skills while maintaining disguise. Don’t try this with Megatron or Starscream, they are the worst and most ill behaved. Soundwave is always too eager, but never in company with the Autobots.

Imagine videos that show Cybertronians volunteer for places around the world. Not just jobs that may employ their skills as warriors, but videos that show what gentle giants they can be. Videos of Bulkhead and the other Wreckers helping clear out areas that suffer after natural disasters, and remove debris.

Can you imagine yet workshops with Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Knock Out explaining basic Cybertronian maintenance, health problems? Picture if you will Ironhide and Breakdown suffering as test subjects for the workshops.

Imagine the rescue work they could all be employed into. Such as Arcee and Elita helping find victims of tsunamis, hurricanes, tornados, cyclones, and avalanches. Picture Breakdown working on African big-animal refugees and helping in the transportation of large animals that are sick and wounded, or Barricade and Bumblebee chasing off poachers. Can you see everyone help with conservation and environmental efforts that their size and spark are just too perfect?

Imagine videos by volunteers showing the use of large lasers to help Soundwave stimulate and exercise the Minicons. Imagine the terror and thrill of volunteer’s face when Laserbeak takes them off on a short flight, or Ravage playing with other big kitties, even if they are organic.

Imagine the brief commentary and informative blurbs about safety with Cybertronians. Don’t touch unless touched, do not treat them like objects, everyone has a unique personality, and try to wear contrasting clothes for the environment to help prevent accidently squishings.

Sit back and imagine watching new videos of late-night conversations and walk abouts with Optimus Prime, who meanders around and makes sure that everyone is quietly okay, including the Decepticons. The videos and commentary of his brief philosophical discussions.

Imagine the joy of Cybertronians, who have lost their home, making our world their home and helping to preserve it and add to the enrichment of our world.

  1. Fold your tees the right way
  2. Belt knots are a super easy way to bring some fun to your outfit
  3. Prevent a sport coat from getting wrinkled in a suitcase, fold it inside out
  4. Get makeup on your clothes, baby wipes to the rescue
  5. Get our red wine stains by soaking the stain in white wine then washing.  A better solution in my opinion, cover the stain in salt and leave it overnight, then wash it in cold water the next day.
  6. Double your closet space
  7. Having the underwire of your bra poke into you is one of the most frustrating things in the world But you don’t have to get rid
  8. self explanatory
  9. winds works wonders on patent leather
  10. If you spray the underside of your skirt and tights you are wearing it will prevent static cling 
Sugar - a secret Santa fic for Hannah!

@hannahberrie surprise! It’s me, your super late Santa! sorry for the delay, I had the hardest time getting away from my family to get this written :P But I hope you like it! I went with police officer Kristoff and waitress Anna <3


It was summer the first time he saw her, and there were fake sunflowers on the tables of the little diner. He’d been going to the diner every day for nearly a year to get his morning coffee, and there had never been anything on the tables except napkins, salt & pepper shakers, and stains from hundreds of coffee cups. The diner was a fixture, one of unchanging the landmarks of the little town. Its neon sign had hummed and buzzed one main street for as long as Kristoff could remember—it had been there when he was a kid, newly adopted, shy and wide-eyed, and he’d been taken there for ice cream. It had been there during high school, when he’d avoided it because it was always crowded with other students on awkward dates. And it had been there when he’d come home, after his training and after his year-and-a-half of working in the city and after he’d nearly lost faith in humanity.

“Morning, officer!” She was new—not one of the gum-popping high schoolers who usually waitressed during the summer, but still fresh-faced and bright-eyed, all red hair and big smile. Her name tag told him ‘Hi! My name is Anna!’ “What can I get you?” Anna asked.

“Coffee,” he said shortly.

“Milk? Sugar?”


“Seriously? No sugar?”


“Are you sure you can drink that stuff without sugar?”

He tried to frown at her, but her expression of comical horror was too much and a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. “I’m sure.”

She brought him sugar anyway.

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Aelin struts down the beach, gold threads of her bathing suit hanging down, attracting attention and the sunlight.  Her hair is matted with salt water, sandy and curling with the dampness of the ocean.  She runs through the waves, Lysandra by her side in silver, dark hair pulled up to avoid getting water on it.  Aelin doesn’t care about her intentions, however, and cups the waves in her hands, dumping water all over Lysandra’s hair.  With a couple of shrieks, they are engaged in a full of splash war.

From the sand, Rowan, Dorian, Aedion, and Chaol watch, the four boys playing an intense game of volleyball, until their lingering gazes cause Nesryn to kick them off of the court.  Instead of playing, they watch the girls douse themselves in water, and proceed to join them.  Nesryn goes to bother Lysandra and Aelin as well, sick of the boy’s staring and doting.  

So they splash away, the bright sun tanning their skin, salt staining each limb.  And it’s brilliant, beautifully bringing the gang together.  It is only but a summer’s day.

She screams at passing cars.
“Douche bucket” is her favourite word.
Her five-buckle boots are salt-stained and high.
She gave up on art.
She said, “Art won’t save you.”
She said, “Azure’s just a tone of blue.”
“Azure won’t make god come to you.”
She never got a job at an art store.
She never got a job at a record store.
She never plays her records late on work nights any more.
She works in retail.
She throws out all her clothes
and never keeps her magazines.
She said, “Someday I’ll fix shoes.”
—  “Art School Dropout” by Jason Freure
guilt is a five-letter word


1.  to lose a tongue, and remember a lifetime of utterance
     absent as daylight in a cubicle

2.  when running is crawling on salt lines
     while licking tear stains from pink slips

3.  finding the present tense
    in a memorial service

4.  half-licked spoons in kitchen sinks-
     and a mad rush to the paediatric ward

5.  an oculus of tumors