stuff you clearly need to know

harleyq-win  asked:

I'm new to this whole spirit guide thing, is there any way to contact them or to receive a sign from them?

There are lots of ways. Here are some of them:

-Directly ask your guides, out loud and clearly that you would like some signs, and make them very obvious please. (These signs, for me, tend to take the form of number sequences, or suddenly stumbling upon certain imagery all the time, like seeing unicorn pictures and unicorn themed stuff everywhere when this wasn’t the case before.)

-Divination: using divination means yourself or asking someone to do a tarot/pendulum/scrying reading for you, so you can ask your guides whatever you want to know. (Gentle reminder my free readings are open, if you need one.)

-Meditation: you can meditate on your own, or you can follow a guided meditation. Youtube has many guided meditations about meeting your spirit guide/guardian angel/ancestor guide/animal guide/etc.

-Ask them for guidance through dreams, if you’re good at remembering them and deciphering them.

Can we just talk about how GOOD this is?

People get fixated on how “useless” HR is because he’s not the quantum physicist the team thought he was… but he is clearly amazing at marketing.

I mean, look, you’ve got a logo, slogan, mockups… all of which is very impressive for a guy who as of 3x05 could barely switch on a computer. I’m not saying it’s the most incredible pitch ever, but he knows what he’s doing where this stuff is concerned.

“Yes, Pang,” you say, “but Team Flash doesn’t need an ad man.”

Let’s get back to why HR did this in the first place - he read news reports and came to the conclusion people will eventually figure out they’re working with the Flash… which honestly everyone should’ve figured out years ago. Sure he’s actively seeking for a way to be useful, but it’s nice someone is actually planning ahead for once.

Quick item enchanting for helping you pass a written exam

Gather all or some of the stuff you’ll use for your exam. I gathered my pen, pencil, eraser and calculator. You can even add the paper sheets you want to use, or rulers or any other tool.

You’ll need some or all of these, depending on which intents you want to get into the spell:

-Rosemary: for remembering all that you know about the things being examined.

-Chamomile: for being calm during the exam, which is great if you tend to get nervous.

.-Cinnamon: for an extra oomph, and sweetening my disposition towards the exam.

-Mint: for a clear mind and being able to explain yourself clearly through the written word.

((In my case, I didn’t have mint, but I used the rest of these.))

Sprinkle each of these over your school supplies while you focus on the intent, to program them, and charge them with the energy you prefer using. I just channeled a couple of balls of my own energy and put them into my supplies.

today’s 3 AM notes, clearly brought on by seeing too much post 6A Stydia floating around tumblr: “early TW Stiles realizes that if he really cares for Lydia, he needs to tell her what’s going on.”

Haha, can you imagine season 2 with a clued in Lydia?

Stiles: “You’re killing people. To death.”

Jackson: *scoffs*

Lydia:  STFU, Jackson, you know he’s right. Stop overcompensating for your tiny dick and get with the program.

TalesFromRetail: I can't help you if I can't hear you.

I have very mild hearing difficulties. It’s nothing obvious to the casual onlooker, but a lot of the time I can’t hear clearly and I need to lip read or clarify, especially when there’s a lot of background noise, like say, I don’t know, in a busy shop with people chatting, shelves being stacked, cars going right outside the door and the radio on under all this.

I don’t think any of my regulars knows why I have a quirk to repeat back stuff, but after a year they’ve just accepted it as something I do, and most of them just find it amusing.

This week, for some reason one new customer just want getting it.

One of the things I always make sure to repeat back is the lotto stuff, the scratch cards which come in numbered boxes 1 to 12.

Me: Hi, how are you today?

Newbie: 7 and 10.

Me: One of each?

Newbie: 7 and 10.

(I think he hasn’t heard me so I look over and speak up)

Me: One of each?

Newbie: :stares:

Er okay then. So I get one number 7 and one number 10 and hope he hasn’t said 7 10s and I haven’t misheard him twice. So I hold out both scratch cards.

Me: Is this right?

Newbie: Yes, I said one seven and one ten, how difficult does it have to be?

He slammed the exact cash on the counter and stormed out of the door, never to be seen again.

People, be patient with your cashiers. If they’re asking you a question about your product then it’s probably best you answer them…

By: NejKidd

You know who needs an HR?

Harry. Harry needs an HR.

Harry clearly just wants to tinker with stuff in his workshop, be a great dad, and occasionally save the world. Sure he looks great in his GQ suits, but does he really enjoy giving speeches about apps and how he’s the most successful tech entrepreneur ever(!!!)? I doubt it.

HR, however. Oh boy. Give HR some info, and he will nail those speeches. He’ll schmooze with the press. He’ll delight small children. He’ll deal with (lol) HR problems by connecting with staff emotionally, not by simply telling them to do their jobs.

All of which is also fantastic cover for when Harry suits up to go help Jesse on her missions.

“Hey, doesn’t that masked man look kind of like tech billionaire Harrison Wells?” “Nah, he was at that cocktail party all night with 500 other people.” “Huh. My mistake.”

I’m even wondering if this season could potentially end with HR and Harry switching places. E2 STAR Labs probably largely runs itself by this point - it’s a massive company, with hundreds of scientists, engineers, and so on. I doubt that everything they produce comes directly from Harry. So HR could do all the fun stuff AND write his book. And, hey, say he has memory problems from head injuries acquired fighting Zoom.

Honestly I’m worried. Athena has never really played. She chews things and she talks and that’s about it. Is that really something I need to worry about?

One time I gave her one of those puzzles where they have to turn a cylander on several levels to get peanuts out at the bottom, figuring that it would keep her occupied whole I was out, but she got the peanuts by the time I had finished tying my shoes. So clearly she knows HOW to play as well as solve puzzles.

But she just…doesn’t. You’ve seen her cage. It’s full of toys. And she only likes stuff she can chew on.

Why is this and should I really be worried?

Larries who said stuff like “I want to believe Louis is a dad but he just never looked like a loving father,” first off we all know you’re damn liars… but even so, let me point out that Louis clearly has been the dad we see in that video all year, he just has not chosen to share too many of these moments with the public (altho it was obvious from the first pictures he posted but nevermind).

The rest of us didn’t need to see this to know that Louis would be a wonderful, loving dad. We respect him as a person and understand that we don’t have a right to see every intimate part of his life. We didn’t need him to prove his fatherhood for us.

But for those of you who pretended it was reasonable not to believe that a father loves his son until he performed it for you: here you are.


Good morning.

Today I woke up hearing this in my head: “All is fair in love and war.” I don’t agree. I’ve never bought into that kind of thinking. My belief: At least have good intentions. Be a decent human; Love is love; Love does no harm; Love is kind. It’s not blurry or grey or a thin line. It’s just love!

If I love you, I will wish you well. I will hope that you’re happy, even if it is not with me. I do not understand the act of going to war with a person you love… Or once loved. And sometimes, letting someone go IS love. Especially if you know you cannot give them what they need. Or in some cases, if they are hurting YOU. No retaliation. Just walk away. That is loving yourself and humane for them.

Clearly I’m processing old stuff here… But isn’t that why I started running and Blog-therapy? 😀

I’m off to snuggle my cat.
Happy Saturday!

  • Bitty: [pointing at the others] Intervention? Intervention? Intervention?
  • Dex: Count me out.
  • Lardo: We can’t count you out, Nursey listens to you.
  • Dex: Well, he also listens to the Barenaked Ladies, go get their dumb asses to help you.
  • [everyone gasps in horror]
  • Holster: Okay Dex, you are clearly in a bad space today, but Nursey is our friend, and the Barenaked Ladies are triple platinum, are you?
  • Dex: Why does everyone leap to defend that band so aggressively? And how much stuff do we have to go through this year before my friendship stops being questioned?
  • Chowder: Well, maybe friendship is about going through a lot of stuff, Dex, and maybe BNL has two Billboard Awards to your zero!
  • Dex: Oh, okay, they’re BNL now. We need a shorthand for the Barenaked Ladies. That’s how fundamental they are.
  • Shitty: Fundamental.
  • Dex: You know what Nursey probably needs more than anything? Some space. Maybe I do too.
  • Ransom: You know what? Maybe we all need some space to pull the knife out of the back of the most celebrated Canadian alt-rock band of the mid-90s, you selfish, jaded ass!
Imagine Dean worrying about you when you are out of the bunker on your own

“My Spidey senses are tingling, Sammy.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he watched Dean pace the library, clearly paranoid.

“She’s just gone to the grocery store,” he reminded his brother, “She’s taken her gun, she’s got all the salt and stuff in the car. She’s not stupid.”

“I never said she was,” Dean insisted, “But monsters are smarter. They know that that’s how they’ll get to me worst; through you or Y/N.”

“You can’t keep her with you all the time,” Sam sighed, “She needs some personal space.”

He watched as Dean began to gnaw on a hangnail.

“Seriously,” Sam stood up from his seat and placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders, steadying him, “You need to stop panicking. She’ll be back soon, and if she sees you like this, she’ll rip into you. She doesn’t take your shit.”

Dean nodded non-committally, “I know.”

Sam dropped his hands and moved back to the table.

“Come on,” he said, motioning for Dean to take a seat, “Read this. Take your mind off of it.”

This is absolutely disgusting, how these boys get so much praise even when they’re being racist and sexist. How fans still support them when you can clearly see how they are being so fucking horrible. These boys are role models to so many people yet they still think that’s it’s ok to post this sort of stuff. Have they ever though that some of their fans might be black girls and Muslims? And don’t they know that’s it’s wrong to take advantage of people- especially fans?! Yh probably but I doubt they give a fuck. Now I don’t hate them personally or whatever but they need to check what comes out of their mouth and get a serious attitude makeover before people and fans start turning on them (apart from Carter he’s already fucked up tbh**)

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angst with a happy ending but i needed to emotionally vent some leftover stuff i was dealing with regarding my mum’s heart attack earlier this year. i wrote something around that time which helped but i clearly needed to write something more…i feel better for it now

@otppurefuckingmagic + @sarcasticlightwood + @darquebane i feel like i don’t contribute to the angst enough, here ya go *flees whilst cackling*

“You should go get some rest,” Magnus says, cracking the silence that’s fallen around them.

Alec shakes his head, his eyes unfocused but glued to the arrow in his hands. His fingers tracing over the groves and runes seeking comfort in the weapon he knows almost as well as his own skin by now. “Nah, I’m good here.”

“You look terrible,” Magnus mumbles, amusement in the scratchy tone of his voice. Alec can’t help the snort, the quirk of a smile that fades just as quick as it comes. He swallows thickly, fingers stopping in their rhythmic run along the arrow.

Magnus had meant it as a joke, something a little self-deprecating to ease the mood. And it’s true, Alec’s not looking his best and could probably use a warm shower and meal and maybe a few hours kip but Magnus - he’s much worse and no amount of humour can fix it.

Alec can’t even look at him anymore, choosing instead to rest his back against the cool metal below the viewing window and staring at the wall, hiding from view and from seeing the effect Valentine’s little experiment is having on his boyfriend. 

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Vixx Reaction: To You being Wiccan

N:He would try to understand what you believe in and understand why you believe in it “Um…what’s all this Y/N?”

Ravi: Ravi would be confused of what he just saw and whether if he should be scared or not “What’s a wacca? Is it something bad?”

Hyuk: He would ask you to break everything down about the pentagram and the meaning behind it “Why is it a star…”

Hongbin: Like N and Ravi, Hongbin wouldn’t know if he should frightened or not, but he would also try to find the logic behind a pentagram. “Um Y/N, I don’t know what this is…but I’m kinda scared

Leo: This poor baby wouldn’t know what to think about the stuff he just saw “Y/N we need to talk.”

Ken: He would research what a wacca was and what pentagram is and if he couldn’t clearly understand, Ken would try to get help from other sources. “What is all this stuff?”

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This Strange World (A Closed rp with Helluvawriter)

“Oh my” I looked over the deep bite. “that is, wow” I shivered in the cold air “and you have not idea what happened? I continued to follow her “does explain why he seemed so an edge. I was just trying to make him laugh, He’s clearly upset,”


Seth thanked llass and and sat next to Antonio as he started going through his own book, clearly determined to find answers. He felt bad, but having Mel away form him helped. His need to poses her was starting to slacken. He looked over the book, realizing he had no idea what any of it said. “Dude, do you know anything about this stuff?”



“Not sure to be honest with you Meg.” I nod. “I just hope he’s okay and such. But holy hell Meg…it was the best sex ever. Not going to lie on it and I want more.”I felt myself blush. 


“Probably, read it out loud and I’ll tell you what it means.” Antonio replied to him. He felt bad he was thrust into this. Seth had a lot to learn and Antonio had a feeling about Seth. 


“You know you can always sell me your soul for it~” A female voice could clearly be heard in an alleyway. “Hmmm tempting little hell-spawn, but I think I need my cold, dark little soul right now.” Lucca’s chimed in right after hers. What was odd was that Lucca was the only energy signal radiating from the alley, as if nobody else was there. The female herself looked sickly pale with dead yellow eyes and white hair to match. She was holding a vial of what seemed to be lava, but if the red head wanted it then it was probably more than it appeared to be. 

  • Lorne: Intervention? Intervention? Intervention?
  • Angel: Count me out.
  • Wesley: We can’t count you out, she listens to you.
  • Angel: Well, she also listens to The Barenaked Ladies. Go get their dumb asses to help you.
  • [Everyone gasps in shock].
  • Gunn: Okay Angel, you are clearly in a bad space today, but Fred is our friend and The Barenaked Ladies are triple platinum! Are you?!
  • Angel: Why does everyone leap to defend that band so aggressively? And how much stuff do we have to go through this year before my friendship stops being questioned?
  • Cordelia: Well maybe friendship is going through a lot of stuff, Angel. And maybe BNL have two Billboard Awards to your zero.
  • Angel: Oh, okay, they’re BNL now? We need a shorthand for The Barenaked Ladies. That’s how fundamental they are. You know what Fred probably needs more than anything? Some space. Maybe I do too.
  • Wesley: You know what, maybe we all need some space to pull the knife out of the back of the most celebrated Canadian alt-rock band of the 90's, you selfish, jaded ass!
  • Angel: This is a fight! We are fighting!