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No Way Out

“can you do an imagine where you’re opies sister and with Jax, so Opie gets mad at you too when Jax refuses to kill Clay for what he did to Piney??? pretty pretty please :)”

“I don’t see how this is my fault!” you cry, watching Opie pace backwards and forwards, his hands yanking at his locks.

“He killed our father, (Y/N)! He shot our dad right through the fucking chest and Jax has took his side over ours!” your brother shouts, rage and fire pouring through his voice.

“He hasn’t took his side, Ope, get your head out of your ass! Irish won’t deal with anybody but Clay.” You try to lower your voice, your cheeks stained with tears as you walk over to Opie, hoping to make him see reason. He refuses to look at you, your heart breaking at how fucked up this whole situation is. “You really want beef with the Irish?”

“Don’t act like this is for us.“ he spits, his eyes locking to yours, bloodshot and raw. He gets in your face, your head turning to the side to try and escape his venom. “This is about you choosing your boyfriend over your own flesh and blood. Your dad! Our dad!”

Sobbing, you flinch as he yells at you, the door to the apartment flying open. You turn, seeing Jax standing in the door way, concern showering his face at he takes you in. He looks at your brother, as do you, the tension is the room rising even further. “Look who it is, your knight in shining armour.”

“What are you doing, man?” Jax asks, taking cautious steps into the room, his feet leading him over to you. He grabs your face in his hands, checking you over. “You okay?”

You nod, sniffling, your body exhausted with grief and misery, not knowing how much more you can take. Jax nods back in acceptance, his attention turning to his brother. “You know I want him dead just as much as you do, Ope.”

Opie chuckles sarcastically, his upper lip curling as he snarls, Jax standing in front of you protectively. You didn’t think your brother would ever lay a hand on you, but with his frame of mind right now, you weren’t sure.

“We just gotta give it time. Once this deal is done, once it settles-” Jax starts to explain, his calm voice being cut off by Opie’s roaring one.

“Your promises are fucking bullshit!” Jax is completely broken as his best friend looks at him with such a deep, burning hatred, him not knowing how to fix this. “All you do is lie, Jax. It’s who you are, it’s in your blood.”

“Opie, please-” you begin, wanting to somehow diffuse this situation before heads start rolling, not wanting to see your boyfriend and brother beating the living shit out of one another.

“You don’t get to say anything, (Y/N),” Opie snaps, stopping you in your tracks. He shakes his head in disgust, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip in agitation. “You disgust me. Dad would be so disappointed in you.”

“Don’t say that to her!” Jax roars, stepping up till he’s chest to chest with Opie. You watch as the two men glare at one another, both of them too stubborn to step down.

“He’d feel the same about you, too.” Those are the last words spoken, Opie grabbing his already packed duffel before striding from the room, your legs giving out as the bed catches you.

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

A/N - hope you liked this! I think I’m going to try and do most of my imagines this length, rather than doing ones that are super long. Thanks for reading! :)

DIY: the CURSE A BITCH edition

So yeah, follow up to this post.

You’ll need:
• polymer clay
• nails
• paints and brushes
• a jar
• a taglock
• salt
• black pepper
• tabasco
• vinegar (the clear kind you use for cleaning)
• dirt
• gutter water
• candles

First I salted all my windowsills and my doorstep with salt to make protect my house. To make sure the bitch wouldn’t be able to counteract, I created a home guardian who acts as a “bouncer” of sort.

Then I made a small poppet out of clay. I tried to make it look as much like the bitch as I could at that scale. Then I drove nails into her, telling her each time why she was being stabbed. “This one is for when you made fun of coworker S”, “this one is for when you bullied coworker B”, “this one is for when you took pictures of me”, etc… I finished by driving a nail in her mouth “that’s to teach you to stop spreading gossips and lies”

I made her look anguished and in pain because that’s why I want for her. Then I baked the poppet, leaving the nails in. I roughly painted it afterward.

Once it was dried, I glued her inside the jar. My taglock this time was a note she wrote me. Her name was even on it, so that was good. I put it inside the jar and lit it up. Watching the flames lick her frame was cathartic.

Once it was done burning, I covered the ashes with salt to ward off her influence and irritate her. Then I ground some black pepper and poured it along some tabasco on her, to burn her. Then I went outside and scraped some dust and hair and dead bugs from the ground and poured it on her, so her reputation gets as dirty as she tried to make mine.

Ew, gross.

I added nails to the mixture so that every time I shake the jar, she’s hit by the weight of what she’s done.

Then I filled it to two third with vinegar. At first I wanted to use the cooking kind, but in the end, the cleaning kind made more sense. I mean, she’s a huge disgusting stain on the surface of earth, so… I topped it off with some gutter water because that’s where she belong, and spat in it three times, thinking about all the crap she had done to me and the others.

Once I was done, I just sealed it with wax and placed it in a dark place where it never sees the light of day.

I poured some salt and pepper on top of it, hence the grains. The color is a lot grosser irl, haha.

Anyway, there you go: how to curse a bitch.

The Holy Hand Grenade of Fuck You Curse: You Get To Break Shit Edition

What you need:

  1. Clay/mud/something you can mold and that hardens but isn’t harmful to the environment
  2. A picture of the person/their full name and birthday
  3. Any herbs/oils/salts/rusty nails/war water/whatever else you feel would enhance the spell
  4. A ‘Fuck You’ song
  5. Rage

What you do:

  • Take your picture and rip it up into large pieces that can be put back together like a puzzle. 
  • Then take your clay and just abuse the hell out of it. Pour your anger and frustration into it. Tell the clay all the reasons you want to fuck this guy’s life over. Eventually start to form two halves of your grenade (like when making one of those round bathbombs). 
  • Between the two halves, place your ripped picture as complete as you can make it. Add your extra stuff at this point as well. Bonus points for if you add bang snaps.
  • Fit the two halves together so they stick and let the whole thing dry. If you want to carve sigils or other words on the outside, now is the time. 
  • It’s generally going to take at least 24 hours for this thing to dry thoroughly, so now would be a good time to charge it under the sun/moon/your chosen sigil, if you choose
  • Go someplace that’s really good for throwing shit on or at. A brick wall, a tall place, whatever. Pick a spot to throw your grenade at, visualize that person standing there, and sing the ‘Fuck You’ song at them. 
  • When you’re done, make a promise to them that their life is gonna go to shit to reflect the shit human being they already are and hurl the grenade at that place as hard as you can. Watch it smash. The picture inside should break apart and your grenade should be in pieces. 
  • Sit back and watch their life fall apart around them

skincare tip: before doing a clay mask, you should steam your face by running hot water and putting your face in the steam (not directly because you don’t want to singe your skin)

this will open up your pores and also soften the debris within your pores, which’ll help the mask do it’s job of extracting the dirt and excess oils

Dear Sebastian Stan

I want to thank you. Thank you for existing. Thank you for being the driving force that keeps me going every day. Thank you for putting up with trolls every day just to make your fans happy. Thank you for doing such an amazing job as an actor. Thank you for being an amazing person. Thank you for being you! 

                                          I love you forever!

Your parents words will plant seeds in your head that will grow into thick, looming trees.  When they say it’s your job to be there for them and care for them, you believe it.  When they say you’re selfish, cold, worthless…you believe them.  When they make you believe that it’s wrong to do what’s best for you because it’s not what they want, then you can’t help but believe they are right.  The guilt becomes overwhelming.

But they aren’t right.

You are allowed to do what feels healthy for you.  You are allowed to focus on your job, your school, your life.  You are allowed to be angry at them.  You are allowed to not care about their issues.  You are not their tool, you are not their parent, you are not their clay for molding.  You are you.  And you can recognize that guilt but don’t let it consume you.  

Because you are so much more than what they made you believe.

The vampire looked from the golem to Vimes.

‘You gave one of them a VOICE?’ he said.

'Yes,’ said Dorfl.  He reached down and picked up the vampire in one hand.  'I Could Kill You,’ he said.  'This Is An Option Available To Me As A Free-Thinking Individual But I Will Not Do So Because I Own Myself And I Have Made A Moral Choice.’

'Oh, gods,’ murmured Vimes under his breath.

'That’s BLASPHEMY,’ said the vampire.

He gasped as Vimes shot him a glance like sunlight.  'That’s what people say when the voiceless speak.  Take him away, Dorfl.  Put him in the palace dungeons.’
—  Terry Pratchett, “Feet of Clay”
you know that soulmate au where you have your true love on one wrist and your worst enemy on the other, but you dont know which one is which?

That would be such chaos for the characters in tlc.
Kai with Cinder on one wrist, and Levana on the other, so that he’s never quite sure who’s manipulating him and who’s actually in love with him.
Winter with Jacin on one wrist and Aimery Park on the other, so she thinks that her and Aimery are meant to be because Jacin doesn’t love her back.
idk about the other characters but those two sure would be interesting

Wow, the new season of Yuri on Ice looks really good 

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HOW TO MAKE A FLIPPING CLAY ROSE FOR ANYONE AS TALENTLESS AS ME

STEP ONE: ACQUIRE CLAY. IF NO CLAY YOU ARE IN TROUBLE GO TO THE FREAKIN STORE AMD GET SOME SCUPTEY OR IDK

STEP TWO:T AKE A SMALL BALL OF CLAY OR BIG BALL I CANT TELL YOU HOW TO LIVE YOUR LIFE

STEP THREE: RIP A PIECE OFF THE BALL LIKE THE MONSTER YOU ARE DEEP IN YOUR HEART, FLATTEN IT AND ROLL IT BETWEEN YOUR STRONG MONSTER HANDS INTO THE PICTURE ABOVE U

STEP FOUR: CONTINUE YOUR MONSTER RAGE AND RIP OFF SMALL TO MEDIUM SIZE SPHERES AND YOU CREATED IT YOU ARE THEIR GOD MAKE IT AS BIG AS YOU WANT

STEP FIVE: CRUSH THE SPHERES BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS IMAGINE CRUSHING YOUR ENEMIES AW YAS

STEP SIX: FOLD THE PETALS AROUND THE THING WE MADE EARLIER, PINCHING IT AT THE BOTTOM AND LEAVING THE TOP OPEN CAUSE YOUR ROSE IS FREE AND BEAUTIFUL AS YOU

STEP SEVEN: ADD MORE PETALS IF U GOT THE PREVIOUS STEP ITS NOT HARD IM NOT GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND YOU WEIRDO

STEP EIGHT: FEEL AWESOME YOU CREATED A FLOWER SHOW OFF YOUR SKILL IN UNBELIEVERS FACE BECAUSE ITS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE YOU MAKE IT AND IF SOMEONE TELLS YOU IT ISN’T

EAT THEM