talkin'-to-myself

Is anybody out there?
It feels like I’m talkin to myself
No one seems to know my struggle
And everything I come from
Can anybody hear me?
I guess I keep talkin to myself
It feels like I’m going insane
Am I the one who’s crazy?

So why in the world do I feel so alone
Nobody but me, I’m on my own
Is there anyone out there
Who feels the way I feel
If there is, let me hear just so I know I’m not the only one

no but really do u have any idea how awkward a summers family reunion would be? 

it’d just b madelyne and nate trying to avoid eye contact, scott makin on and off small talk w cable, alex and gabe attempting to murder each other from across the table and corsair doin his best to break them up, hope screaming “daaaaaad can we go home now???”, jean and rach telepathically havin some rare mom/daughter time in their quiet little corner over there, and stryfe is just tryin to argue w every1 over nothin bc he just wants to b included somehow. and then there’s mr sinister who keeps tryin to facetime them all bc he wants to know wuts goin on over there

meanwhile gambit’s at home snugglin his kitties and thankin the heavens he doged that bullet

Seven Nation Army - Protection Bottle/Binding Curse

I’m gonna fight ‘em off
A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
They’re gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I’m talkin’ to myself at night
Because I can’t forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette

And the message comin’ from my eyes says, “Leave it alone.”

x

If you’re like me, you grew up on songs like Seven Nation Army. Or you’ve heard them profusely, at least. That’s how it was for me, since my parents were both deep into the punk/grunge scene in the 80′s-early 90′s. Lots of the songs I heard were songs like Seven Nation Army, and every time I heard it when I was little, it just filled me with this sort of war-like energy. It made me feel like I could take on anything with gleaming, narrowed eyes, blazing guns, and a whole lot of smoke.

This isn’t your average protection bottle. This makes sure that if anyone even dares to fuck with you, there’s no way they’re coming out of it without the scars to remember why messing with you is a terrible, awful idea.

What You’ll Need

  • Rue - Causing Strife (Poisonous, do not handle if pregnant/nursing)
  • Nettle - Causing Strife, and Protection
  • Cactus - Causing Strife and Pain, as well as Protection
  • Devil’s Shoestring - Binding, Causing Pain, and Protection
  • Cayenne - Causing Pain, Protection
  • Something sharp (i.e. Thorns, Glass, Nails) - General Cursing, Causing Pain. HANDLE WITH EXTREME CARE.
  • Your own Blood, Sweat, Spit, and Urine - Binds the protection to you, and adds a surprisingly strong kick to any curse. Only procure these by safe means, do not exert/harm yourself more than you need to.
  • A Poppet represent your current/future enemies
  • A jar you can seal up nice and tight

What To Do

  1. Cleanse your space, place down your protections, cleanse your tools, and get ready to begin.
  2. In the jar, add in your sharp objects, minus the cactus. Make sure there’s enough for your poppet to lay across.
  3. Create your poppet, and make it either look like your representation, or leave it blank to represent anyone who will mess with you in the coming future. Inside of the poppet, add your Rue, Nettle, and Cayenne.
  4. Once you’ve got that dealt with, take your Devil’s Shoestring, and bind that thing’s hands and legs together. If you’re feeling especially fired up, you can even bind it’s throat.
  5. Take the Cactus Pricks you’ve acquired, and carefully push them into where you wish your target’s pain to be the worst. My person opinion? The crotch area, the chest, the head, the legs, and the arms. Or any combination thereof.
  6. Take that poppet, give it it’s identity*, and then throw it in there. Cover it up in any additional sharp things you may have left over, and then put some additional Nettle, Cactus, Devil’s Shoestring, and Cayenne inside.
  7. After this, take your Blood, Sweat, Spit, and Urine. Put them inside.
  8. Repeat these lyrics over the bottle as much as needed, then close the spell, and go on to cleanse your space and tools, as well as yourself. Shake the jar when you need a boost of protection, and leave it on your altar/space for it’s protection, and a reminder thereof. To remove this protection, simply open the jar, and dispose of the ingredients in the trash.

* To Give your Poppet it’s Identity, repeat this:

“Poppet, I name you [Name]/I name you after my future enemies. As you are bound, so are they bound. As you are caused this pain and strife, so are they caused this pain and strife. As you suffer, so shall they suffer.”

It should be noted, that this curse will only set off if you give it a specific target. Otherwise, it’s programmed to only begin when someone messes with you in any major way that would warrant a curse this strong to be applied.

i strongly identify with amy raudenfeld and i am a person who has constantly been told in life that i’m lesbianing incorrectly or that i don’t look like a lesbian or that I DO NOT FIT THE STEREOTYPES or that i’m just trying to pass, so when someone tries to tell me that amy raudenfeld is stereotypical?  you can bet your ass i’m gonna take that shit fucking personal.

i’m glad things are changing and that some people can look at amy and think “wow, what a stereotypical lez” but jesus, recognize the epic please. there are not enough characters in books and on film that even come close to nailing what faking it has achieved with amy raudenfeld and, that is, IT IS IMPORTANT.

i do love and adore all of these characters and for all different reasons. anyone who has read any of my fanfiction would know that.

you don’t have to make one character the stereotype to prove that the others aren’t stereotypical.

that’s just ass-backwards and unnecessary.

and, yes, if you haven’t realized by now, it is also hurtful.