part-1-maybe

anonymous asked:

So since the pics we got during the night scene in Storybrooke with Emma and the dagger were listed under episode 4x21, would it be reasonable to assume that emotional scene takes place in part 1 and maybe we don't have Emma disappearing as a cliffhanger? Or is this me projecting my hopes? Lol

i really wouldn’t count on it; i still think the dagger/cliffhanger is in 4x22. there’s not exactly anything else that can serve as a similar shocking twist. i don’t think that’s the VERY last scene of the season (i do know there was another/secret scene filmed after it) but i do still think that will be the big shakeup, as emma becoming the dark one is pretty damn huge. so yeah, i continue to advise serious butt-holding.

Updated Masterlist (5/2/15)


BOLD = SMUT

Submissions

Text AUs

Blurbs

Stupid Feelings (Ashton Irwin Fanfic)

Wondering (Luke Hemmings Fanfic)

One Shots:

5 SECONDS OF SUMMER:

L U K E

A S H T O N

M I C H A E L

C A L U M

ONE DIRECTION:

N I A L L

L I A M

L O U I S

H A R R Y

Z A Y N

So I have this idea of an order who guard the doorways to into and out of these worlds. There are peaceful doorways, into realms into worlds of plenty, there are doors to worlds from which demons spill, and there are doors to worlds of a mix between the two poles. Most of the doors are simply need a watch to be sure no one accidentally falls in or out (though travel between some of the worlds is allowed by both sides, treaties and such were involved) but some of the doors require an armed guard. One such door was discovered in the archway of a all-women’s boarding school. So, the Order purchased the school and continued for it to be a school, but for the young women of the Order (who are decedents of the original 15, all are free to chose this life), teaching combat, inter-world politics, languages, and magical systems. This doorway happens to rest in the archway between the parlor and entryway of the house and regularly opens without prompting (they haven’t figured out a way to keep it closed). The openings are indicated by the air in the archway starting to get hot and static-y. Withing minutes the wooden archway will begin to glow and it will be like a wall of dark blue and violet light then it will become like a glowing two-way mirror. Sometimes it shows nothing on the other side, but more often, the forming of the door has attracted the notice of some of the more vile things on the other side, who come to investigate and often cross.

Not that everything beyond this door is vile. Once an old man and young boy traveled across. They stayed a while, until the door next opened in fact, and told the women what the other world was like. Through what they could see of the world, there was nothing but a long unbroken grass plain. In spring there are wild flowers. Along the eastern edge, there’s a forest in shadow. According to the man, this plain marks the boundary between two warring territories. One is a group of vile creatures, who most often come through, but on the other side are people who’s duty it is to keep these creatures out of their lands. The creatures are lead by Nias the cleverest of them and for the last 300 years, has made varying attacks on the guards of the boundary.  Their goal, the man said, is to get to the ‘Sainel’ in the capitol (a sort of ), the source of magic in those parts and symbolizes the good will of their gods. Were the creatures to get it, prophecy says they will live for 5000 years in slavery and torment. And they really don’t want that. It’s said the mythical ‘Great Heroes’ will ‘return from the Vale and slay Nias, curse him and bring forth peace to the land once again’ but the people are wary and hope is failing.

Back at the school, there is an ongoing argument as to weither or not travel into theis world, Jumar, and aid these people. One side argues that it would be to big of a risk. The number of these creatures is no known for sure and if they were to fight an open battle it could be a slaughter. If they do nothing, they leave these people to the mercy of the creatures. Until the debate is settled, they guard the gate and defend their world.

In the school, there are three primary rules:

  1. Follow your will (meaning do what your heart wants)
  2. Guard the gate
  3. Do not attack/ harm any Traveler unless they intend to harm or attack you or yours first. Then destroy them.
Relationships to Love; how startling.

I’ve always wondered if I just keep reblogging if I’ll still have followers or even just post what I’m thinking once in a while. The thought never occurred to me that it doesn’t really matter what I put on my tumblr because most followers won’t even read what I write, or at least take the time to. At this point, I’ve thought about a few things in life and the very apparent issue taken up in high is not drinking, doing drugs, or simply my grades in life but our love lives. 

I understand why you need to announce on Facebook that you’re taken, in a relationship, or your relationship is complicated: to tell people who are single that you are not someone to flirt with due to the fact that you’re taken. I understand that much. What I don’t understand is when people “like” the fact that you’ve broken up with someone. Actually, let’s take it a few steps back. I don’t understand why people “like” the fact that you had a relationship change and then just sock you in the face bombarding you with questions like “Who is it?” “WHAAAT?” “Why didn’t you tell me?”. The answer to these questions is simple to me, “Why do you care so much?”. It seems like no one respects privacy anymore. If I want to tell you, I would tell you. If I want to fake a relationship with someone or actually be in a relationship but not tell the whole Facebook-interconnected world, that’s honestly none of your business because if you are close enough to me, or even just came up to ask me, I am 99.99% sure I would tell you the person or the answer you’re looking for. I guess that moves us onto the next topic of love.

Love. Oh, what a beautiful emotion. Could easily bring happiness or simply destruction. So what is it about love that people, including myself, find so satisfying? Is it knowing there is that one person out there that would always love you regardless of your actions? No, there’s family for that. So why am I longing, yearning, and searching for that person to call my loved one? The one that I want to spend the rest of my long life with? The one that will love me in sickness and in health until death do us part? My short 17 year-old life span filled with at least 10 years of schooling experience tells me that the notion of falling in love is beautiful. There is always going to be that Prince Charming out there waiting to swift me off my feet and carry me into the sunset. I’ve been fed to believe true love does exist and as much as I wish for it to exist, high school relationships seem to get in the way with that. The number of guys I’m actually interested in at school is limited. The number of available guys, in general, is limited. The number of girls at school is far more than the number of guys. Thus, we’re all in a fight with one another. Whoever flirts the most wins at finding true love and those who play the game fair and square, don’t seem to find it at this very moment. Some never break up. Some break up after 5 years. Some after 2 years. Some after a year. Some after 6 months. Some after 3 months. Some after 2 weeks. Some after 3 days. And some just can’t reject the person.

Needless to say, I don’t know if I’ve actually fallen in love or loved the idea of what love can do to me. In high school, I’ve learned a lot about relationships. Some couples do last forever, some don’t. But the funniest part is, this game never ends. Once you enter the game, you never leave until you find your soulmate; to go through that, there is endless pain from heartbreak, endless mingling and flirting, endless conversations, and endless repetitive realizations that this game is ridiculous and not meant for me. However, you’re sucked in already, already part of the cycle. Once you’re in, there’s no out because once you’ve had this taste of what it feels like to be part of the game, you’re never going to stop until you find your love wherever that person may be.

Lonesome Road (Part 1)

The air in the market was thick with a low hanging mist. Almost as thick as the totally unimpeded crowds of people - the farmers and the merchants eager to go about their day-to-day despite the unusual weather phenomenon. That morning, Lucian found himself at a fruit stall - his final stop - stocking up on supplies he’d requested a day ago: dried produce, and berries. Though he no longer lived in the monastery, he found that his diet had scarcely changed at all, and mostly consisted of what his late wife Senna used to teasingly refer to as “rabbit food.”

He tucked the bundle into his satchel, and payed the fruit monger a few more coins than what the parcel was worth. In truth, he had no real need for the currency - any merchant, inn or tavern in the area would gladly serve a Purifier for free, but Lucian vastly preferred to pay forward his good will. He walked away with a subtle nod, and the barest hint of a smile - it was about all he had the energy to muster these days.

The exotic smell of spices and cured meats intermingled with the scents and sounds of humans making a living as Lucian traversed the market savoring the slight personal connection before his journey out into the countryside. He remembered trips with Senna from before - how she’d always made the trips bearable, and how she’d smile at the throngs of people in the massive market in their many final stops before a long journey.

This day Lucian did not linger in the markets, though. He gauged the time at mid-morning as the sun grew high in the sky and cut through the morning’s fog like the prow of a ship through smooth harbor waters.
Unfortunately though, unlike in the previous metaphor, the harbor was nowhere near as smooth as he’d hoped as he boarded the more-than-gently rocking ship scheduled to take him down the coast to the tiny port town of Clear Rook: a town - he would soon find - besieged by the undead…

my experience w bloodborne so far

I started by making my character and I went with my dark souls 1 rp pal and all around fav oc Seth

he is old 

so we were talking to a fellow old person while lying on a bench amnesia dark decent style when a werewolf came out of the floor 

we got some unsolicited touching from some lil skeletons before we got up and knocked over a bunch of books
there was another dog guy chowin down in the other room with whom we didn’t really bother to engage in fisticuffs because sessju told me just to die  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

when we woke up at the hunters secret clubhouse we picked out the saw blade and pistol from our lil skelly pals and returned to teach that fiend a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget! as he doesn’t re spawn after you kill him ha 

I won’t even begin to lie to you we spent nearly two hours just trying to get past the first mob of rather unfriendly townsfolk so sessju got fed up and just said to run past them to the next area 

ignoring the werewolves on the bridge we went to the sewers first where we promptly fell down three levels to a lovely death by impalement 

after about 5 or 6 more adventures down to my watery grave sessju took the reigns and guided me along the bridge to open the first shortcut that I completely blew past

I’ll talke this moment to point out that I completely bypassed the first boss for about the first six hours of gameplay

we made it to the girl in the window and accepted her challenge I just know this is going to go well

the guys on the second bridge on the way to boss numero dos are a bunch of fucking idiots
 if you just run back along the bridge and stand in the dark corner on the other side for a minuet they will all stand there with their pitchforks awaiting death by an ill placed indiana jones trope

and now we are at EVERYONE’S FAVORITE PART OF THE GAME 

after papa G was so kind as to give old Seth a demonstration in medieval dentistry we went back to fight the boss on the bridge which was pretty easy once you get down the strategy of dancing under its ass 

it is here where we spent an embarrassing amount of time going back and forth through central yharnam for three or four hours between periodically getting axed by 

we went at it about 30 times and got him down to one final hit but what can I say I’m prone to panic and Seth has arthritis so eventually sessju did him in for me sorry small british girl mom and dad aren’t making it home for christmas

and thats all for now we pick up again in old yharnam oh what adventure awaits

Am I dead? (part 1)

Alternatively titled: How are you not dead?

So at the tender age of 10 years old I was hanging out after school on the playground at the elementary school I went to and two other friends I think. We were messing around and I decided it would be a fantastic idea to sit on top of the roof of the spiral slide, which obviously you aren’t supposed to do and it’s a good 12 feet off the ground at its highest point.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I was bored and was looking up mental illnesses and came across complex ptsd and I was reading it but I don't really get it do you get it like I know that it's from childhood but would emotional abuse count? (part 1)

Sorry could you maybe explain if you know anything you were the only one I could think of that might know something about this or where I could get info so thanks (part 2)

I actually hadn’t heard of this term before, but wow, this is pretty fascinating stuff and it could really apply to a ton of people. Since I don’t know anything about it, I’m going to cite a lot from the Wikipedia article and I think that will educate all of us.

Complex post-traumatic stress disorder (C-PTSD) is a psychological injury that results from protracted exposure to prolonged social and/or interpersonal trauma in the context of dependence, captivity or entrapment (a situation lacking a viable escape route for the victim), which results in the lack or loss of control, helplessness, and deformations of identity and sense of self. Examples include people who have experienced chronic maltreatment, neglect or abuse in a care-giving relationship, hostages, prisoners of war, concentration camp survivors, and survivors of some religious cults.

The diagnosis of PTSD was originally developed for adults who had suffered from a single event trauma, such as rape, or a traumatic experience during a war. However, the situation for many children is quite different. Children can suffer chronic trauma such as maltreatment, family violence, and a disruption in attachment to their primary caregiver. The diagnosis of PTSD does not take into account how the developmental stages of children may affect their symptoms and how trauma can affect a child’s development. This developmental form of trauma places children at risk for developing psychiatric and medical disorders.

Some of the symptoms and behavioral characteristics:

  • Attachment - “problems with relationship boundaries, lack of trust, social isolation, difficulty perceiving and responding to other’s emotional states, and lack of empathy”
  • Biology - “sensory-motor developmental dysfunction, sensory-integration difficulties, somatization, and increased medical problems”
  • Affect or emotional regulation - “poor affect regulation, difficulty identifying and expressing emotions and internal states, and difficulties communicating needs, wants, and wishes”
  • Dissociation - “amnesia, depersonalization, discrete states of consciousness with discrete memories, affect, and functioning, and impaired memory for state-based events”
  • Behavioral control - “problems with impulse control, aggression, pathological self-soothing, and sleep problems”
  • Cognition - “difficulty regulating attention, problems with a variety of “executive functions” such as planning, judgement, initiation, use of materials, and self-monitoring, difficulty processing new information, difficulty focusing and completing tasks, poor object constancy, problems with “cause-effect” thinking, and language developmental problems such as a gap between receptive and expressive communication abilities.“
  • Self-concept -"fragmented and disconnected autobiographical narrative, disturbed body image, low self-esteem, excessive shame, and negative internal working models of self”.

Adults with C-PTSD have sometimes experienced prolonged interpersonal traumatization as children as well as prolonged trauma as adults. This early injury interrupts the development of a robust sense of self and of others. Because physical and emotional pain or neglect was often inflicted by attachment figures such as caregivers or older siblings, these individuals may develop a sense that they are fundamentally flawed and that others cannot be relied upon.

Six clusters of symptoms have been suggested for diagnosis of C-PTSD. These are (1) alterations in regulation of affect and impulses; (2) alterations in attention or consciousness; (3) alterations in self-perception; (4) alterations in relations with others; (5) somatization, and (6) alterations in systems of meaning.

Experiences in these areas may include:

  • Difficulties regulating emotions, including symptoms such as persistent dysphoria, chronic suicidal preoccupation, self injury, explosive or extremely inhibited anger (may alternate), or compulsive or extremely inhibited sexuality (may alternate).
  • Variations in consciousness, including forgetting traumatic events (i.e., psychogenic amnesia), reliving experiences (either in the form of intrusive PTSD symptoms or in ruminative preoccupation), or having episodes of dissociation.
  • Changes in self-perception, such as a chronic and pervasive sense of helplessness, paralysis of initiative, shame, guilt, self-blame, a sense of defilement or stigma, and a sense of being completely different from other human beings
  • Varied changes in the perception of the perpetrator, such as attributing total power to the perpetrator (caution: victim’s assessment of power realities may be more realistic than clinician’s), becoming preoccupied with the relationship to the perpetrator, including a preoccupation with revenge, idealization or paradoxical gratitude, a sense of a special relationship with the perpetrator or acceptance of the perpetrator’s belief system or rationalizations.
  • Alterations in relations with others, including isolation and withdrawal, persistent distrust, a repeated search for a rescuer, disruption in intimate relationships and repeated failures of self-protection.
  • Loss of, or changes in, one’s system of meanings, which may include a loss of sustaining faith or a sense of hopelessness and despair.

If you or someone you love have experienced C-PTSD, you should go to the Treatment portion of the article and read about some of the suggested therapies for recovery.

Avalanche

Title: Avalanche (Part 2 of the Forget Me Not Series)

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Words: 3,445

Warnings: Language, violence

Requests: multiple requests for continuation

A/n: I put a fun little easter egg in this one. Whoever picks up on it gets a virtual hug from me (would actually hug you if I could) and a cookie. Not that this part is very fun. Because it’s kind of not. Maybe.

(Part 1 - Affliction)

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Red. Blazing, smoldering, melting, burning. Red and orange and gold. Poking, prodding, slicing, cutting. Red and red and red. Fighting, clawing, white light, dawning, then: Black. Hollow. Darkness.

An abyss of nothing and everything and something.

Your breath came in shallow bursts as you peeled your eyes open, but nothing familiar came into view. No, shapes, no colors, no textures. Nothing. Just pure darkness. And a peculiar scent.

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