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Signs as: Summer Memories

Aries: hiking, haircuts, waterparks, sushi, photography, watching comedies with all your friends, old bookstores
Taurus: watching movies in dark rooms, making food for parties, sundresses, braids, music festivals
Gemini: hanging out with friends at the beach, staying up all night, ice cream trucks, making chalk murals in the driveway
Cancer: watching the stars with someone you love, cooking, lace, taking pictures of the beach on a cloudy day, rainbows, holding hands
Leo: vacationing, trying a new restaurant, volleyball, getting sunburnt/tanning, summer camps, mini golf
Virgo: FINALLY relaxing, volunteering, picking up friends at airport, writing a short story, fishtail braids, jacuzzis
Libra: amusement parks, spa days, bikinis, visiting family, tanning, concerts, sunflowers, taking a walk with someone you love, sports
Scorpio: new lipstick, listening to music with someone you love, random summer storms, effortless beauty, multicolored nails, road trips, scary stories around the campfire
Sagittarius: parties, dancing, summer flames, traveling to a different country, crop tops, meeting new people
Capricorn: fun summer jobs, starting new shows on netflix, cooking new dishes
Aquarius: painting the sunset, driving a vintage hot rod, underground concerts, going to the pool, watering plants
Pisces: smoothies, classical concerts, seeing old friends, sketching outside, flowers, driving to the city

Stormy Protection Spell

Tough As A Nail, Sharp As A Thorn: Protection Spell-with my personal tweaks
A spell to help protect you from physical or emotional harm.


~Preformed on July 27th, 2am. Moon 79% full; waxing. Mid-storm~

~Ingredients: storm water, rose thorns, nails, and protection herbs. My additions*: fingernails, black pepper, bay leaf, cloves, cinnamon, basil, oregano, parsley.

~Incantation 1: “Strong as lightning, thunder & rain; all attempts to harm me will be in vain.”

~Incantation 2: “Tough as a nail, sharp as a thorn; through this spell new strength shall be born.”


Original Instructions:
1) Add protective herbs to your jar.
2) Add storm water to about halfway up the jar.  While you add it, say Incantation 1.  If you can’t say the spell out loud, write it down on a piece of paper and add that into the jar.
3) Add the thorns and nails into the jar and say Incantation 2. If you can’t say the spell out loud, write it down on a piece of paper and add that into the jar.


My Personal Steps:
(Added moon element and channeling of the Mother Goddess and Moon Goddess)

-At the onset of the storm, I went outside with a large vase and held it up to the sky; asking the moon goddess to bless the storm and it’s water with her power to bring into my spell. I let the rain catch as I prepared the rest.

-I filled the jar with the herbs, and wrote each incantation down on a piece of paper.

-I went outside to see the storm had stopped and I began to pour the storm water from the vase into the spell jar while stating Incantation 1. 

-After pouring the water in, I dropped the paper with Incantation 1 written on it into the jar and shook it around a bit. I held up the jar to the moon once more, asking for her blessing.

-While in between the two incantations, and following each one; I appealed to the moon goddess to protect me from something specific on my upcoming trip.

-Added nails and thorns and spoke Incantation 2. I swirled the jar many times, and then walked out onto the grass to channel the mother goddess as well. I continued to chant Incantation 2 a few times while doing this. I also held up the jar to the moon goddess; thereby channeling the mother goddess of mother nature through my feet in the grass and extending up to the moon goddess in the sky with my hands. I asked for each of their blessings and did this until I felt satisfied.

-I returned and slipped the paper with Incantation 2 into the jar, sealed it; and then left it out all night to be blessed and infused with the moon power.

-The following day, I preformed a small offering and calling to the Mother Goddess and sealed the jar with the wax from the candle for that offering. I also charged a quartz crystal necklace in the spell jar to infuse it with the protection charm.



*Reasons for my spell jar additions:

-Fingernails: I didn’t know honestly if it was regular nails or nail-nails…so I figured I’d do both *shrug*

-Black Pepper: protection, binding, commanding.

-Bay Leaf: healing, protection, psychic protection, purification, wisdom, wishes. good luck, harmony, overcome opposition, peace, psychic development, release, strength, tranquility, transformation.

-Cloves: keeps away negative forces, peace of mind, protection, psychic protection, psychic development, release, 

-Cinnamon: good luck, peace, prosperity, protection, psychic development, success, communication, happiness, harmony, healing, meditation, purification, spirituality, tranquility, wisdom. Cinnamon is important as a purification incense in China.

-Basil: good luck, happiness, harmony, peace, prosperity, protection, psychic development,psychic protection, purification, strength, courage

-Oregano: happiness, tranquility, harmony, love, peace, protection, psychic development.

-Parsley: happiness, protection, psychic development, purification, cleansing, good luck.

(via Herbal Chart)

anonymous asked:

Here's some Jackson Storm hcs: Paints his nails. Secretly McQueen's biggest fan and has posters/models all over his room. Humanized!Storm is tiny. I'm talking 5'0" WITH HEELS. Bc of this he's intimidated by everyone

Ohh my god these are so good!! and really funny too he’s totally a secret mcqueen fan

and storm with heels….yes…

You're The Storm
The Cardigans
You're The Storm

come and conquer and drop your bombs
cross my borders and kill the calm
bear your fangs and burn my wings
i hear bullets singing

and if you want me I’m your country
if you win me I’m forever - oh yeah

‘cause you’re the storm that I’ve been needing
and all this peace has been deceiving

In Plain Sight: VII and VIII

Mulder and Scully are investigating the disappearances of three young women from a drop in centre. Set during the cancer arc.

Read the previous parts here: [I]  [II] [III and IV] [V and VI]

VII

They’d argued for longer than normal. Until she had given in just so she didn’t have to hear Fox Mulder beg. He stood too close, with his hands on his hips and his jaw so taut she could hear his top and bottom teeth creaking and grinding together. That noise had buried itself in her brain and she could still hear it now, despite the monotonous whirr of the ceiling fan. He told her he would look further into Carol Arwen. He told her he would do the legwork on the missing girls. He told her he would ask around about grunge girl. What he hadn’t told her was that she was redundant. And she wouldn’t allow herself to be that.

           The centre was busy even on a Thursday morning. She was grateful to get out of the oppressive heat. A storm was brewing and the looming sky glowered. Some of the kids were working on resumes and job applications, some were playing pool, others were kicking back. According to one young man with a lazy smile and acne scarring her partner had already left.

           “Dude’s cool. How hard is it to become an FBI agent?”

           Three other boys behind him laughed and shoved him. “You can’t be an agent, man. You’ll end up arresting half your own family.”

           Scully smiled and felt lighter as she walked to the hall. It was empty, dusty and strangely lit by the silvery sunlight streaming through the thick clouds and the high windows on either side. There was a faint chemical smell, something she hadn’t noticed when the hall was full. She looked up at ceiling and realised the white was brighter there. It had been recently painted.

           Rumbling thunder rolled outside, a long, slow drawl.

She closed her eyes to remember how it felt when the magic show was on. The excitement building. The clamouring sound of voices rising and rising before the utter silence when the lights went out. In the blink of an eye. A sudden change. Life could do that. It wasn’t really magic.

           She walked around the edge of the hall, checking out the posters, the skirting, the picture rails, the old nails sticking out of the walls, the stage steps and stage itself, the broom cupboard, the electrical box, the backstage area. It was all the same as it had been.

Thunder cracked and she started, her heart racing. She swallowed and chided herself as she returned to the back and stood where she had been yesterday evening. She closed her eyes as the storm picked up a pace. She saw the first lightning flash even with her eyes closed. Where had the girls gone? What had they in common? Did they meet with foul play? What did Carol Arwen have to gain here or was she merely paying her societal dues?

           When she opened her eyes, she turned to go but a behind her a young man stood with a cart of paint, rollers and other tools. She gasped.

           “I’m sorry, Ma’am. I thought it was empty.”

           Collecting herself, she removed her badge from her jacket pocket and showed him. “I’m here looking into the disappearance of three young women. How long have you been doing renovations here?”

           He shrugged and looked over his shoulder to the door. “Since the beginning of the year, I guess. Me and some others, we’re here a coupla times a week. Painting and fixing it up, you know?”

           Scully nodded. The room crackled with the next lightning strike. Thunder boomed. The man shifted on his feet and seemed to be waiting for her next move.

           “Did you know the girls?”

           He shook his head, again looking over his shoulder. His right foot bounced off the floor below him and she noticed the outline on the wooden boards. A faint rectangle carved out by grooves. She bent down and ran her hands around it, feeling the grit stick under her nails. The storm roared outside.

           “What’s this?”

           She looked up and the man had gone, leaving his cart. And Mulder stood above her.

VIII

He dropped down to join her, his eyes darkened by the atmosphere. “What’s going on?”

           “I was just asking the painter about the girls.”

           “What painter?”

           She rubbed dust between her finger and thumb. “The young man who pushed this cart into the room. He was just here.”

           “I didn’t see anyone.” Lines crinkled between his brows. He dipped his face a little, softened his tone. “Are you okay, Scully?”

Lightning sizzled in the sky. She stood up, light-headed. “I’m fine. He was here. And then the thunder struck and you were here.” She didn’t know why she was saying these things. It made no sense but recently nothing they did made sense. She exhaled as the thunder rumbled. “What’s down there, Mulder?”

He was digging at the edges of the floorboards with his pocket knife. He didn’t stop to answer her. She felt sluggish, thirsty. She wanted to sit in armchair with a mug of tea and let the world go on without her. She just didn’t have the energy or the will. But he was digging and pulling and hefting and heaving.

“It’s moving. Help me lift it up, Scully.”

Inertia pinned her. She could see him scrabbling at the edges to lift the boards, but she couldn’t bring herself to bend down to help him. He looked up at her, confused. A crack of thunder so loud split the air and the floor trembled beneath her. At the same moment, the floorboard came free with such force that Mulder tipped back and landed on his ass with an uncomfortable thud. Carol Arwen appeared at the doorway and the young painter stood at her side.

“What’s going on?” Carol strode across the floor and the echoes of her heeled boots reverberated around Scully’s head.

Mulder knelt forward and shone his flashlight into the hole where the boards had been. “We’re going to need a forensics team.”

Scully watched Carol Arwen’s face crumple as her own legs bowed and she felt herself drop gracelessly to the wooden floor.

as she sat there, her feeling in her chest seemed to only grow tighter. it was as if a boa was tightening itself around her and every breath was a struggle. she knew it was all in her head. there was nothing crushing her ribs. there was nothing threatening her. at least, nothing physical. it was just the color of the room she sat it. it was that awful shade of white that wasn’t quite white. there was yellow in it, but not enough to actually be a shade of yellow. she never wanted to figure out the name of the color that tormented her like this but in this moments she wanted nothing more than to fly from the room like a bird fleeing a storm. 

nails dug deep into the arms of the chair she struggled to remain seated in. the secretary at the front desk continued typing away a few feet away from her, unaware of the struggle going on inside sangmi’s mind. god that color taunted her. hideously neutral; the kind of color you see in waiting rooms everywhere. that was the problem. it belonged to waiting rooms and there was only on waiting room that could have ever caused this kind of reaction.

before she could even begin to think back to the reason for her anxiety, it was him who showed in her minds eye. the kind face, those sharp eyes, the smile that had always made her heart skip a beat. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t right that she now had to be tortured by a stupid color just because of the waiting room he had forced her to sit in. 

but he hadn’t forced her. not really. it wasn’t his fault. but she still remembered sitting there, grief untouched yet after that phone call telling her there had been an accident. it hadn’t processed yet that he was gone; the waiting room she had been left in by the doctors cold and empty, as if it too mourned the loss of his presence in the world. they had kept her waiting so long. murmuring outside the door to themselves, surely trying to come up with a way to tell her that he wasn’t coming back to her. that this wasn’t one of the dumb, gone too far jokes that he liked to pull. 

it had felt like an eternity before a doctor with what she guessed he imagined was a very sympathetic face came in to tell her that he wasn’t waking up. they had tried everything but when his heart gave out, it wouldn’t come back. 

afterwards, she had sat there for a long time just staring at those walls in that waiting room. her fingers twisting her wedding band back and forth on the digit it had resided on for the past few years. her husband was dead.

suddenly snapping from the memory, sangmi shot up and out of the chair. the secretary looking up at her with a quizzical expression. a muttered apology came from her breathless lips before she hurried out, not stopping for a moment until she was outside on the street, a few blocks away from the building she’d rushed out of. that yellowy white was going to be her death too one day. she could just feel it.

Little Big Winchester

Request: Could you do one where the reader is really good in school but still kinda cool but everybody around her is childish and hates her and she’s strong but at some point just breaks because she can’t take it any longer and Sam cheers her up? Fluff please

Request: Can you do a oneshot where you’re Dean’s & Sam’s little sister and you get made fun of a lot at school because you’re a “giant” compared to everybody else and you start to take everything out on Dean, Sam and Cas. Please and thank you!

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Storme DeLarverie, Early Leader in the [LGBT] Rights Movement, Dies at 93

Storme DeLarverie, a singer, [drag king] and bouncer who may or may not have thrown the first punch at the 1969 uprising at the Stonewall Inn in Greenwich Village, but who was indisputably one of the first and most assertive members of the modern [LGBT] rights movement, died on Saturday in Brooklyn. She was 93…

Tall, androgynous and armed — she held a state gun permit — Ms. DeLarverie roamed lower Seventh and Eighth Avenues and points between into her 80s, patrolling the sidewalks and checking in at lesbian bars. She was on the lookout for what she called “ugliness”: any form of intolerance, bullying or abuse of her “baby girls.” Ms. DeLarverie had grown up in the South, of mixed race, and spent part of the first half of her life singing and performing as a man. Identity, for her, had been especially complicated, and she did not want others persecuted for theirs.

“I can spot ugly in a minute,” she said in a 2009 interview for Columbia University’s NYC in Focus journalism project. “No people even pull it around me that know me. They’ll just walk away, and that’s a good thing to do because I’ll either pick up the phone or I’ll nail you.”

Storme DeLarverie (her first name sounds like stormy; her last name is pronounced de-LAR-ver-ee) was born in 1920 in New Orleans. She celebrated her birthday on Dec. 24, though she told people that she was not certain that that was the actual day because of the circumstances of her birth. Her mother, who was black, was a servant in the house of her father, who was white…

There was a long period in Chicago, where, she told friends, she was a bodyguard for mobsters. From the mid-1950s through the 1960s Ms. DeLarverie was the M.C. of the Jewel Box Revue, billed as “an unusual variety show.” She dressed as a man; the rest of the cast members, all men, dressed as women…

No immediate family members survive. Ms. Cannistraci said that Ms. DeLarverie had told her that she had lived for 25 years with a dancer named Diana, who died in the 1970s, and that Ms. DeLarverie had always carried her photograph.

Ms. Cannistraci and another longtime friend, Michele Zalopany, became Ms. DeLarverie’s guardians a few years ago, after Ms. DeLarverie had endured years of problems — legal, housing, mental health — that ended with her admission to a nursing home in Brooklyn…

“She literally walked the streets of downtown Manhattan like a gay superhero,” Ms. Cannistraci said. “She was not to be messed with by any stretch of the imagination.”

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I got to meet the lovely lbardugo today at a signing event! I told her about my anxiety dream of forgetting the books when going to her signing, which she thought was funny. And I gave her a proper talking to about how I would have written her an angry (but loving) fan letter about the thing that happens to Nikolai. She was glad that the angry letter was averted, and signed my book with his quote!! I also got some goodies: three buttons, a bookmark, and the Six of Crows dice from Leigh’s new upcoming book The Six of Crows or The Dregs, which is set in the Shadow and Bone universe – two years after the series ends, set on the island of Kerch. Leigh read us an excerpt and it seems really intriguing. I can’t wait!

Also, I got to meet Lourdes of the unboundbooks and she’s wonderful and amazing. You should all make friends with her. AND I got an extra signed Shadow and Bone book that I’m going to giveaway! So look out of that!