buy more trash cans than you think you will need. like, take a tally of every possible location you will potentially be spending lots of time in (in bed, at your desk, in the bathroom, etc) and put a trash can right next to wherever you’re going to park your ass. like, within arm’s reach distance. you underestimate how fucking lazy you really are. you will hate yourself more every time you have to walk to the kitchen from the bedroom or from your desk just because your lazy ass didn’t have the foresight to put a trash can right there so you could throw shit away without getting up
I like to think that Efi is a big fan of Lucio and also looks up to him as a role model since he’s not just an international music icon but also a freedom fighter that literally led an uprising to free his city. All before the age of 30.
Mandatory group pic after meeting your favourite celebrity!
headcanon for the Taaco twins in order to justify my over-blingification of
poor, one-meal-per-day-poor, at-least-we-have-a-roof-over-our-heads poor, everything
that shines is gold to you. You want this uselessly complicated “exotic fruit,
emerald flower, ivory soft” soap; you want the perfume in a shiny golden box
that leaves glitter on your fingers; you want that too-rich food that swears it
contains two dozen different types of carrot and has too much cream; and you absolutely don’t care if it’s tacky or
unhealthy or actually cheap. You want what you imagine luxury is, and luxury is
to have Everything.
the better. No time for subtlety. No time for refined shit. You want to swallow
everything you can because you never have anything anyway – let me have this,
let me have this.
her first dress in a thrift shop: it’s covered in thirty different patterns,
overly-saturated, obviously made in bad quality fabric, with too much ruffles
and poorly painted wooden pearls and plastic sequins and loose golden threads.
It’s the ugliest piece of shit, but it’s a lot, it looks like a lot. She wears
it until she can’t anymore, and even then, she still keeps it because hey, who
knows, maybe someday she’ll make a new dress out of it? You have to keep these
things, they might get useful again someday. She says that of all the clothes
she owns and never throws anything away. “You never know”, she says. You never
these super cheap, way too bright to be true jewels you can buy dozens of at
the local market: he pierces his ears himself, in dozens of places, just so he
can wear more of these pseudo-gold plated hipster earrings with suns and stars
and intricate patterns that leave green stuff on his skin and cause the holes
to bleed and leak pus two times out of three. He still wears them, and still loves
them. Who cares if it’s not an actual diamond? A shard of glass shines just as
bright, with colourful tiny patches of light that dance on the palm of his hand
whenever he holds it in front of a candle. Plus, it’s not like he could ever
get an actual fucking diamond, so.
is not not-to-be-poor, but to look like
time Barry buys Lup an actual good dress, something made of silk, maybe, or
comfortable velvet, something colourful and shiny but something nice, she straight-up refuses to wear
it. It’s too much, too real. How much money did he put in this? Why didn’t he
save it in case something happens? She just can’t have that. They argue until
Lup can’t even find words to put on the gut-wrenching feeling she has and bites
her lips until she tastes blood, incredibly frustrated and angry and afraid, so
afraid, of this fucking real nice dress.)
looks nice, pretty boneboy, handsome faced reaper man, and like, Taako knew
this, Kravitz’s a man with style – so
he eyes his jewellery at the Chug N Squeeze, and sure, he’s not wearing much:
two small earrings, a couple of bracelets, a broche with his goddess’ insignia
on it. It’s a small round crow with a bright orange eye. It catches the light
in a way Taako’s jewels don’t, and suddenly, something nasty turns his blood to
ice when he realises it’s because it’s an actual fucking gem – and the rest is
too solid and heavy to be gold-plated.
wearing solid gold jewellery, and for the first time in forever, Taako, bright,
loud, pseudo-fashionable Taako feels cheap.)
argue when people call them too-much, greedy, shallow. They don’t care. All
they have are rhinestone bracelets, fake crystal stones, glittery nail
polish, colours and cheap glamour: they’re the king and queen of fake it ‘til you make it, so they
just. Don’t. Fucking. Care.
Anon: Can you please do one where lance is self-doubting and staying up really late and training? Like he gets really sick from not sleeping. Like can’t keep anything down sick. It’s okay if you don’t want to do or you already did this already. Please and thank you!
Anon: Maybe something where Lance is getting berrated (idk why) and Keith comes to his defense like in intensness or something.
A/N: When I started writing this, I didn’t intend for it to be so dark. Hot damn. Deep shit ahead. Also, I’m horrible at pet-names. I tried to write from 3rd person Keith instead of omniscient so here we go ᕕ(ツ)ᕗ
It was a particularly depressing mission.
The Blue Paladin had to make a near-impossible choice. Surrender Voltron, or surrender a resource-heavy planet and all its inhabitants. Death wasn’t mentioned in either scenario, but it was very heavily implied. In the end, Lance made the choice to save Voltron on the basis that they would save many many other planets by defeating Zarkon in the long run.
But that didn’t mean a whole planet’s worth of deaths wasn’t weighing on his soul.
It’s been a while since I’ve made a post. I’m going to address one of the most frequently asked questions I receive: How do I give offerings? For some reason, many beginner books don’t dive into the specifics of this religious practice which many are unfamiliar with. Hopefully this will help.
Offerings are given as thank-yous, as little gifts to say that you appreciate the deity’s existence. They don’t have to be expensive, but they should be special in your eyes. For example, I often offer donuts or wine simply because I don’t buy those two things often.
Offerings should be appropriate for the deity you’re giving them to.
You’re allowed to get creative with offerings–in fact, the Gods even prefer that you do!
How often you give offerings in accordance to your practice is up to you.
You may give apology offerings for any offense you think you may have made.
Prayers, songs, playlists, and there intangible gifts still count as offerings.
You do not need an altar to give offerings. You can give offerings anywhere, at anytime.
Simply saying “This is for you” makes the object an offering.
Most food offerings are eaten after being offered. The main exceptions are Greek chthonic deities, and ancestors, in which case you do not eat the offerings. Research your specific pantheon to make sure if eating is appropriate or not.
There is no set amount of time to leave out food offerings. In fact, many worshippers will eat said offerings right after they offer them.
If you do not eat food offerings, you may throw them away, saying something like, “Though I discard these physical offerings, the spiritual offering remains”.
You may also bury the offerings. Make sure that the offerings will not harm the surrounding environment or animals. Do not bury them in a jar or plastic bag.
If you offer herbs, you may either burn them using a charcoal block or cauldron, or you may throw them out/bury them. While burning is certainly traditional in many pantheons, do not feel the need to if you will be bothered by the potent smoke or handling fire.
Liquid offerings are handled in the same way food offerings are, with the exception of oils.
You do not have to drink oils after offering them. (Drinking straight olive oil is pretty gross, and please DO NOT drink harmful essential oils!) I recommend pouring them into the ground outside, or into the trash can.
You may pour liquid offerings into the offering bowl, or, you may keep the liquid offering in a cup. I have a special teacup that I often use for offerings such as tea, but any regular teacup will do. After all, you are offering the liquid, not the cup.
Incense and Candle Offerings:
According to tradition, these offerings must be left to burn out on their own. I recommend lighting small tea light candles for these offerings, as big candles burn for a long time. However, some modern Pagans may blow, rinse, or snuff them out early to prevent a fire hazard.
Make sure to be present while the offering is lit, and make sure nothing catches on fire.
If you are bothered by incense smoke, using an essential oil diffuser or unscented candle works fine.
Although many Pagans recommend incense as a general offering, you do not have to offer it, or any candles, if they bother you.
If you offer a plucked flower, you may leave it on an altar or table until it withers. Afterwards you may throw it away. Basically, you handle it as any other friend would had you given them a plucked flower.
If you offer a growing or potted plant, tend to it as you would your other plants. If it dies, that’s okay. Simply discard it as you would normally. The Gods understand that plants die, and They appreciate the beauty of plants while they last.
For objects such as stones, shells, or family heirlooms, keep them on the altar or somewhere else special. Ideally, you will not need to throw these away. If they get damaged somehow, and if you cannot repair them, you may throw them out, but give an apology offering and try to replace them.
For artworks or crafts, place them on the altar or hang them somewhere. Don’t sell your offerings; they are gifts you gave to the Gods and not yours to sell.
For songs, play or sing them anytime you’d like to connect or give something to your deity.
For writings, you may keep them, or some people might burn them to “send” to their Gods. Whichever way is up to you.
For e-shrines or other technological offerings, keep them saved in their own folder, keep them nice and up-to-date.
For magical tools, such as grimoires or wands that you dedicate, feel free to use them as normal. Just take care of them, and remember to thank the deity you devoted them to once in a while.
For daily or private actions, such as cleaning, giving to others, etc., simply think “This is for you” or send your energy to the God, and finish the action.
You may say prayers out loud, write them down, or simply think them in your mind. All are perfectly legitimate.
I hope I got all of this. Feel free to reblog or message with corrections, since I know I don’t know everything about every pantheon. Have a beautiful day, and have fun worshipping!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
GoT men giving their most valuable possession to their lady-loves - in place of their hearts.
Jonsalocking (yes, I’m going to use this term from now on) Tinfoil - feel free to delete this part for the *aestethic* or whatever.
If we see their respective “gifts” (Jaime’s valyrian sword, Tyrion’s council,Jon’s trust in leaving Sansa in charge) as a metaphor for their love, or rather the next best thing to their love, don’t you notice an interesting difference?
Tyrion is obviously smitten with Dany, but he doesn’t believe that she would ever love a man like him. There also is the issue of sleeping with your boss, though I don’t think that would be such a big problem. So he offers his council instead, for now and always. Maybe she will never reciprocate his love, maybe his council will have to be enough for now and always. (Really like this pairing though, wish something would happen. Don’t get me wrong.)
Jaime is in love with Brienne, but he is in a rather, complicated, toxic relationship with his twin-sister, making it impossible for him to actually pursue any kind of romance with her. They are also standing on opposite sides of a war, so … not the best place to start. Again, the word “always” is used. Oathkeeper, the embodiement of his respect and admiration for Brienne, will never be replaced with true love. (Like this pairing as well, really wish that ~something~ would happen.)
Jon has fallen heart over heels for Sansa, he (probably) just doesn’t realize it yet and since, you know, he believes she’s his sister, no romantic endavours here neither.Yet. What will be different once “he returns”? Both of them will know about R+L=J by then. Moving the only real obstacle for a romantic relationship out of the way … There still is the chance to replace “the north” with “his heart”. To make it more clear:
What do you all think? Look at his face, he could be totally saying that. “When I come back from the war babe, I’ll marry you. Just give me some time.”