A clearer photo of my pocket altar.
I added some more to it and I am fairly confident that it’s finished.
My pocket altar includes:
- jar of protection salt
- jar of dried lavender
- jar of Flying Devil oil
- tealight candle
- white sage incense cone
- matches wrapped in enough hemp twine for knot magic
- match striker
- clear quartz point
- small piece of black tourmaline
- sprig of wormwood
- wooden yes/no coin
- banishment talisman/sigil to banish negative spirits ward off black magic
I am hoping I can get or make a little altar cloth to put in there too, which will double as a bit of padding for the contents so no damage comes to the little glass jars.

Portlanders who want to stand up against racism in a very direct fashion, look no further:

PDX - “Based Spartan,” “Based Stickman,” “Baked Alaska,” and a cadre of assorted white nationalist goons are flying in from all over the country on 6/4 to converge on Portland. Some of these folks call themselves ‘The Proud Boys’ and are completely dedicated to physically fighting for alt-right / white nationalist causes. If you’re unaware, there’s already a fairly large white supremacist presence in Portland, too. They’re all masquerading as “free speech” proponents and using Trump’s name as a not-that-far-from-the-truth shield.

Don’t know if any of y'all are familiar with what happened in Berkeley, but they’re trying to outdo themselves here in Portland.

If this event goes unchallenged, it normalizes and legitimizes white nationalist demonstration in a city, state, region of the country that is inherently and intentionally white supremacist.

I will remind you that the last rally organized by these SAME PEOPLE had yesterday’s murderer/terrorist in attendance. We need numbers. We need everyday people to stand up in opposition. Allowing this to go unchecked is exactly why people died yesterday


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|Edits made by me :)|

  • Tracer: (Presenting a dropship to the new members of the Overwatch team) Well folks, here she is, the Orca!
  • Symmetra: Why’s it called that?
  • Tracer: Well, because it’s big and kind of round?
  • Symmetra: But it looks nothing like an Orca. Orca are not white and they don’t fly.
  • Lucio: Really it ought to be named after a bird.
  • D.VA: Yeah, if anything it’s more like a pelican. They’re big and white.
  • Tracer: We can’t call the dropship a pelican, there are laws! And it looks nothing like one!
  • Symmetra: Against calling a dropship a pelican?
  • D.VA: Pretty sure those copyrights have expired by now.
  • Tracer: Look, it’s not a pelican, okay? It’s an Orca!
  • Symmetra: It still doesn’t look like an Orca.
  • D.VA: And that was copyrighted too, by the way.
  • Tracer: It's not a pelican!
  • Reaper: What are they doing?
  • Widowmaker: They’re having an argument, in front of a dropship. It’s big and white.
  • Reaper: Like a pelican?
  • Widowmaker: Yes, exactly.
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from a comrade

Me: *posts about someone flying neo-Nazi flag in Memphis*

Comments: “that’s not a Nazi symbol! It’s German Army!”

Friends: “It was co-opted by neo-nazis. Here’s a link.” (x5)

Comments: “Maybe he doesn’t know! We don’t know him! Maybe he’s celebrating heritage!”


Me: “Clearly this is a Nazi, and he’s hiding behind a fake profile and threatening people. Here’s the landlord’s phone number if anyone wants to inform him that the resident flying the white supremacist flag is inciting violence.”

Comments: “Stop hate mongering! Freedom of speech! Go back to Nashville where you came from! Fucking commie!”


Trump imposes a temporary ban on refugees. Many are arriving at the airport, having already been en route to the U.S., thinking they had escaped the horror of war, only to be told they have to return to a place where everyone will know they tried to flee.

If you’re seriously going to stand up for freedom of speech for fascists right now, at a time when their freedom extends so far that they have the president of the United States acting on their behalf and condemning refugee families to violence and death, I have no time for you. Not for your shitty memes, not for the exhaustion of attempting to educate you, not for “just getting along”, nothing. You know what you’re doing. You know whose side you’re on. You either stand up to fascism, or you foster a climate in which it can thrive.

Because it’s coming out like weeds, and weeds don’t stay under control when you “don’t give them attention.” They don’t balance out and live quietly. If you don’t act against them, they spread until all the good things are choked out by the result of your indifference.

Now is not the time to be indifferent. We have to be intentional.

Dean glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before moving to remove a layer from his suit. His jaw was set tight as he turned away from you, focusing on the work at hand. He had no idea the effect that he was having on you. 

It should have been illegal for him to look that good, you thought to yourself as you watched him shrug off his suit jacket and move to throw it over the chair he moved to sit in.

When you caught a glimpse of the vest underneath it, your breath caught in your throat. The way it hugged his torso made every muscle in your body go rigid. You stared at his shoulders, broad and muscular, and wondered what would happen if you ran your hand across them. 

Would Dean turn and look at you like you were crazy? Would his muscles twitch in response, causing him to shiver underneath you? Would the gesture go unnoticed as he focused on the research and case in front of him?

You’d never crossed that boundary with Dean, but you had come close on multiple occasions. The two of you always had the worst timing, inevitably you were interrupted in one way or another, nine times out of ten by Sam. 

You watched as Dean moved to sit in the chair, scooting himself to the edge of the chair so that he could focus on the task at hand. Sam was out wrapping up interviews with witnesses. If ever you had an opportunity to make a move, now was the time. 

You stepped behind Dean and carefully placed your hands on his shoulders, digging your fingers into his muscles, ever so lightly. He was tight and wound up, and he groaned in response. 

“What the hell,” he muttered, rolling his neck involuntarily as your fingers danced along his shoulder muscles, working to loosen the taut, overworked muscles. “Damn, that feels amazing,” he breathed, his head rolling forward as your fingers moved to his neck, working out the knots. 

“What about that?” you leaned over, whispering in his ear, your chest purposefully pressed against his back, your fingers massaging his thick neck. You could feel goosebumps break out along his skin, and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. You let your mouth graze his ear lightly as you pulled away. 

Dean turned his head and looked at you, his eyes full of questions and lust blown all at the same time. 

You smiled down at him, cupped his face and went for it. You pressed your lips to his. Electricity shot through your body and you gripped Dean’s face with both hands, holding to you as you deepend the kiss. 

He turned in his seat and pulled you into his lap, forcing you to straddle him. You gasped against his mouth as he pulled you down onto his growing erection, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against his. He ran his hands up under your dress shirt and his fingers danced along your bare back as you continued to kiss him. 

You began to loosen his tie, pulling away from his swollen lips and ripping the off his neck.

“Eager?” he smiled at you, his fingers digging into your hips as you moved to unbutton his shirt. You kissed him again. Hungry and needy. 

Suddenly the door swung open. 

“So, guys, get this,” Sam started before his eyes fell on you. “Oh, god. Seriously guys?” he sighed, clearly exasperated. You could hear a hint of something in his voice, but couldn’t quite make it out. 

You and Dean turned to him simultaneously and spoke at the same time. 

“Get out, Sam!” you both practically yelled. 

You looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh, Dean practically tearing open your dress shirt, little white buttons flying across the room. 

Sam’s eyes widened. He grabbed his bag and darted out the door. “I’ll get my own room,” he mumbled with a laugh. 

Dean kissed you again, a trail of kisses running down the column of your neck. “I’m not letting anything get in the way this time, sweetheart,” he growled against your neck, pushing your bra strap off your shoulder. “This is happening right now. Tell me if you don’t want this as bad as I do,” he said, pulling away and looking into your eyes. 

“I want this, Dean,” you whispered, your hands coming together at the base of his neck. His eyes darted back and forth between yours. He must have found the answer he was looking for because he stood and moved to the bed, gently laying you down, watching with a smile as you bounced lightly. 

“It’s about damn time,” he moaned, removing your skirt. 

You tossed your head back with a laugh. That damn suit made all the difference, and you growing a pair and making the final move. This was going to be a night you remembered for a long, long time. 

what the sun + moon combinations remind me of


fire sun, fire moon: the colour red, sneaking out at night, a red glow, fire, running outside, empty streets in the middle of nowhere, hot summer days, driving around the city, sunlight, a golden yellow colour, bravery and boldness

fire sun, earth moon: a brown-red colour, empty roads, driving around in cars, writing in journals, the smell of a bonfire, a deep purple, cosy fire, wooden flooring, open windows, summer days in the morning, leaves falling off of trees during autumn

fire sun, air moon: the colour pink, the petals that bloom on the first few days of spring, innocence, a warm fire, running through a field, strawberries, peaches, petals flying through the wind, bubblegum, a candle, the movement of fire

fire sun, water moon: sneaking into someone’s window at 3AM to go on an adventure, passion, a crimson red, rebellion, sitting outside at night and counting stars, strong feelings, sudden feelings, leather jackets, combat boots


earth sun, fire moon: an orange-red colour, waking up early in the morning and feeling good, early morning walks during autumn, a warm cup of tea on a cold day, a soft bonfire, candles, cosy sweaters, warm days

earth sun, earth moon: the colour green, fresh plants, open windows in wooden homes, the colour brown, forests, dark forests, trees with dark green leaves, expensive but simple looking jewellery, caramel, waking up late, house plants

earth sun, air moon: staying inside on a rainy day, the colour caramel, the colour white, white pearls, light but cosy sweaters, wide and clear desks, flowing white dresses, reading books, grabbing coffee at a coffee place

earth sun, water moon: staying up until late at night to read or watch a tv show, a fresh green colour, simple but chic clothing, small green cactuses, getting cosy under warm sheets on a cold day, tidy bedrooms, white beds


air sun, fire moon: quick movements, a peach colour, light pink, old records, cherries and red fruits, glow-sticks, trainers, writing, small towns, pink flowers that have newly bloomed, headphones, running on the streets, laughing and feeling free

air sun, earth moon: a light brown colour, a caramel colour, baking, getting up early in the morning, living in a modern city, calm and white cloudy days, latte art, expensive watches, writing things down, nice handwriting, white walls

air sun, air moon: the colour blue, light blue, swift movements, fresh air, white angle wings, birds flying across the sky, painting on a clear canvas, fancy pens, a blue sky with a few, fluffy white clouds, white wooden flooring, small windows in white attics looking at the sea

air sun, water moon: a pale, baby blue colour, the stars coming out at night, lying on the rooftop at 3AM, painting a galaxy of many stars, wondering things about the world, a dark, navy blue, paintbrushes, white desks, old castles, cloudy days


water sun, fire moon: a strong burning fire, a bright red colour, sneaking out the window at 3AM to go who knows where, passionate kisses, strong and sudden emotions, long letters, old diaries and journals, laughter and freedom, a dark blue-black colour

water sun, earth moon: getting up late during weekends, having a calm day with your friends, walking through an old town or city you’ve been to before, feeling sentimental, a dark green colour, a beige colour, newly laid sheets, a lake in the middle of a forest

water sun, air moon: the feeling of inspiration, sudden ideas, beautiful words, listening to stories that you love, laughing with your closest friends, the colour white, talking about positive emotions with people, white walls, a very pale pink colour

water sun, water moon: sitting by the seaside, a clear blue sky that is still very calm, pastel colours, white walls with white wooden floors, light blue curtains that flow in the wind, hugging someone you care about, writing down your feelings, late night talks, happy dreams


Holocaust survivor salutes American soldier who liberated him from Nazi concentration camp hell in emotional reunion after 70 years

Repost of 2015 story.

This is the poignant moment when a man rescued from the hell he endured at the hands of the Nazis met his saviour and gave him a salute almost 70 years later.

Joshua Kaufman first saluted his rescuer Daniel Gillespie. Then he kissed his hand and finally, he fell to his feet, exclaiming: ‘I have wanted to do this for 70 years. I love you, I love you so much…’.

Kaufman, now 87, was a ‘walking corpse’ on April 29 1945 when U.S. Army soldier Gillespie, 89, marched in with his comrades to liberate the charnel house that was the Dachau concentration camp near Munich.

By the time it was liberated more than 35,000 people had been murdered there - in executions, in cruel medical experiments, starved, worked and beaten to death.

The first person he saw was Hungarian Jewish prisoner Kaufman. He was hiding in the latrines with other prisoners, uncertain if the soldiers who arrived were liberators or a Nazi death squad sent to liquidate the camp.

'We were confined to barracks by the guards. This meant most of us were marked for death,’ Mr Kaufman said.

'Then I saw the white flag flying from the watchtower and I realised then that the torture was at an end. When the Americans smashed in the door, my heart did somersaults.’

Gillespie helped the emaciated prisoner into the daylight and back into the land of the living. Both parted with tears in their eyes - both believed they would never see one another again.

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