'i want to be tortured and paid for it'

yugyeom’s “shopping!” v-live summary 

  • he bought things for other members
  • he looked like a little lost kid the entire time
  • a woman stopped him and asked if he was an idol because he was so good looking 
  • he wanted to buy a Frozen princess toothbrush for jinyoung
  • he bought BamBam milk with the label that looked the best because “bambam really likes the packaging”
  • he bought cucumber to torture youngjae with 
  • he bought chocolate milk for himself and debated on buying more
  • he screamed when he saw the ice cream
  • he wanted to buy mark a fan but the electronics section was closed
  • he danced to and sang to michael jackson
  • he knocked into a display and got super flustered and embarassed
  • jjp called yugyeom to check up on him
  • he almost forgot to buy toothpaste until he saw the comments and remembered
  • he also bought a wine opener (bc jackson likes wine i think?)
  • every time he found what he was looking for he laughed and
  • SO! MUCH! YELLING!
  • he paid for everything on his own as a gift to the rest of got7 💕
respect each other

So basically I’ve been sitting back, observing, and experiencing. I really wasn’t about to do this but it’s been on my mind since I came back from my hiatus. I’m not sure what happened to the tumblr community but as someone that’s been here for six years, I just want to point a few things out.

I have never seen it get this bad? Everyone used to be much kinder, and more interactive with one another. As far as the world of fics goes, I have some stuff I need to get off my chest because this is ridiculous.

I have never seen the readers so quiet and the writers so discouraged in all my years here.

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Probably the most terrifying scene of all

The fact that Bum has always been someone who has gone through so much shit in his life. Death of his parents, history of self harm, raped by his uncle, a social outcast, weaker, little to no confidence, bullied and thrown into the army who ignored his poor health. The guy has gone through a lot. 

Then he thinks he finally has a friend, this one person who he could connect with who also suffered rape and abuse. It is bad enough he’s got a disorder too and all he wanted was to just have somebody. Not to feel so alone and even she turns on him. 

There then is Sangwoo who wears an innocent mask with a monster behind it. Again suffered abuse and probably some sexual abuse off his own mother (we dont know yet but hey… it could be possible). Bum receives a good beating and horrific torture off him too. That still to me isn’t the worst thing that has happened until now… Bum has just murdered a (yes very bitch) but innocent young woman all because of a shitty memory of another shitty person who was abused by yet another full of shit monster she had to call “father’.

Bum is tired of the fucking world. They’ve paid him no favours, no one wants to help him mentally or physically. No one cares, he’s no life outside of Sangwoo’s home anymore or anything. 

“But I don’t care”

In a sick and twisted way I can’t say I blame Bum. If I was treated like this I don’t think I would care either. It’s wrong and not right of course but I feel like I can sympathise with his way of thinking here. He’s hit rock bottom and for the first time Bum has actually screamed out his anger, vented out every shard of hatred in his entire beam and we’ve never seen this side of him before. 

Sangwoo has opened the door to a monster and it’s one he’s most likely going to train.

Ten Years (Part 12)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,065 (I AM OUT OF MY MIND)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: Tags are closed. This is the second to last part. I came THISCLOSE to having another cliffhanger, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to drag it out just to torture you. PS - IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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anonymous asked:

!!! I didnt know you liked documentaries! i loooove them and im always looking for good true crime ones. would it be too much to ask if you could recomend me some good documentaries you like? <3

this is the hardest but the best question ever. i’ve been musing over it for the last several days, and i finally just decided to sit down and make out a list. this is by no means a complete list, nor is it a ‘best of’ list. just some that i wanna rec because i think they’re awesome. or at least, the subject is fascinating, and so the annoying narrator/bad quality/etc is worth enduring. let’s go!

♥ autopsy (tv series) - if you have hbo go, it’s better to watch them there because the quality is a lot better, but this is a link to a youtube playlist of episodes. autopsy is a show about (you guessed it) autopsies, but each episode is themed and focuses on several interesting stories about deaths/murders where the cases were solved through forensic evidence found during the autopsies. michael baden is the forensic pathologist who has done several of the autopsies, and he’s the host of the show. i could watch this every single day for the rest of my life. (expect lots and lots of gore)

♥ paradise lost: the child murders at robin hood hills - another thing i watched on hbo go, but here’s a link to a yt vid (there are two other parts to this doc; they should show up in the related videos to the right). this is the story of the west memphis three and the murders of three little boys in arkansas in 1993. it’s a fascinating, heartbreaking, and unbearably frustrating story about the conviction of 3 teenage boys for those murders. there’s another doc called west of memphis that documents the events that occur after paradise lost concludes. i think west of memphis is my favorite of them all. god, what a fucking story. (graphic crime scene photos and video of three little boys.)

♥ mommy dead and dearest - i just watched this doc today on youtube, but hbo already found it and took it down. SO! you can watch it on hbo/hbo go, but because it’s so new, i doubt it’ll be anywhere else for a good while. it’s the story of dee dee and gypsy rose blancharde, a mother and daughter in a toxic, manipulative relationship that is one of the worst cases of munchausen by proxy ever documented, and one that ends in murder.

♥ thin blue line - a doc made in 1988 that digs into the wrongful conviction of a guy named randall adams who ends up on death row for something he didn’t do. it set a precedence for the importance and influence of crime docs. because of this documentary, the case got reopened.

♥ the keepers - another new doc, but this one’s on netflix. it’s a docuseries that follows the story of the murder of a nun, sister cathy cesnik, in 1969, and the unbelievable sequence of events that lead to it. this doc has pedophiles, sociopathic priests, police cover-ups, and a tireless group of retirement-aged women, some of whom are survivors of rape and abuse by the aforementioned priests, who will not rest until sister cathy’s killer is caught.

♥ the witness - on netflix, too. i talked about this one in my last movie post, but it’s the journey of a brother to try and understand what happened the night his sister, kitty genovese, was murdered in nyc in the mid-sixties. it’s absolutely fucking heartbreaking.

♥ cropsey - (i hope this link works??) this is a doc about a boogeyman urban legend on long island. the reason it’s interesting is because the doc is made by two kids who grew up on long island hearing the story, and there’s a really interesting story about an asylum that gets unearthed while they dig around. this guy also made a doc called killer legends which talks about urban legends and the true crimes that may have inspired them. both are really good.

♥ who took johnny? - another one i’ve already recced, but i wanted to put it on this list because it’s a good one. it’s about a boy named johnny gosch who went missing in the early 80s and was never seen again. the pov here is mostly with johnny’s mother, who is still searching for her son. it’s so heartbreaking. </3

♥ most evil (tv series) - i loveeeee this series. dr. michael stone is a psychiatrist who has a ‘scale of evil’ from 1 to 22 where he places different murderers for various reasons, including mental illness, history, and motive. each episode has a theme, and i could seriously watch this show every day forever and ever and ever. <3

♥ karla homolka & paul bernardo aka ken& barbie killers - these two. jesus fucking christ. paul was a serial rapist before he even met karla, and together, they murdered at least 3 girls, including karla’s little sister. the most insane thing? karla basically gets away with it. i can’t watch enough about these two. they’re so fucking horrible.

♥ the black dahlia, aka elizabeth short - okay, i’m in love with betty short, so i’m gonna link to a bunch of docs about her. i don’t have a favorite, and there isn’t one that i would consider definitive. i wish there was more out there, and i wish there was a good doc that had a good budget and a lot of care taken in its creation, but alas. so here are a few docs that at least give you some good info, crime scene pics, and theories:

one | two | three | four

(please come talk to me about elizabeth short. any time. ask me anything. i love her.)

♥ luis garavito aka the beast - ohmygod. luis garavito. colombian serial killer who has admitted to the rape/murder/torture of at least 140 boys, though it could be closer to 300. there have been mass graves of his victims uncovered. what blows my mind is that this happened in the nineties. 

♥ just melvin, just evil - disturbing and sobering doc about a viciously sadistic, horrible pedophile who ruined the lives of so many children in his family. the lives of all his victims were forever changed and ruined by a single man, and what makes this doc so special and painful is that you get to witness them confronting him when they’re grown.

♥ david parker ray, the toy box killer - if you haven’t heard of david parker ray, omfg, are you in for a story. this guy. he built a torture chamber in a trailer outside of his home and kidnapped, raped, and tortured women for years in it. and it all takes place in a tiny place called truth or consequences.

♥ there’s something wrong with aunt diane - a documentary about a car crash in 2009 that resulted in the deaths of 8 people, including 4 children. the events leading up to the crash and the mysteries behind what went on in that car just before and during the crash itself are just… so, so bizarre. a really interesting doc. (graphic crime scene photos at the end)

♥ the boneyard: leonard lake and david ng - just… the story of how the police even found out about these two in the first place is so fucking amazing. what comes out of the ensuing investigation is just staggering. these two fucks tortured and murdered at least eleven people, probably more. and you won’t believe what it takes to get one of them brought to justice (and what happens to the other one).

♥ wild child: the story of feral children - feral children are one of my very, very favorite topics to research. i’m endlessly moved and fascinated and inspired by stories of them. this is a great doc that touches on several instances of foundlings and gives you some names to rush out and do research on and find more docs about. there isn’t enough out there on feral children. not even close.

♥ theresa knorr - okay, i watch a lot of crime docs. a lot. very, very little shocks or phases me at this point. but this woman? holy fucking shit. theresa knorr stuns me. there’s something about women serial killers that fascinates me, and i think it’s that most of them know their victims intimately or are related to them somehow. knorr is the worst. the. worst. what her children have to endure before they’re murdered is unspeakable and beyond what even my warped brain could imagine. my god. 

♥ mary vincent (lawrence singleton) - this is a link to an episode of a show called ‘i survived’ which has two other stories on it, one that’s kinda boring and the other which is almost as astounding as mary’s story. but mary’s story is just… astonishing. she was fifteen when she was picked up as a hitchhiker and raped, dismembered, and thrown over a cliff. and she fucking survived. i love her. i want to hug her.

♥ catching a monster - peter scully - GOD. this fuck. peter scully is the most horrifying human being i’ve ever seen. his story is ongoing and not finished yet, but this doc talks about what he did and how he was finally arrested. scully ran a pedophilic red room/film studio where he tortured, raped, and murdered children for rich people who paid him to do it and film it. just. yeah.

♥ kidnapping of elizabeth smart - mindboggling. just… not only how she was taken, but also why and what happened while she was gone. and how she was found. stockholm syndrome is another thing that fucking fascinates me, and i wish this doc had focused more on that aspect of the story, but i understand why elizabeth is reluctant to discuss it. anyway! such an interesting story.

♥ the murder of james bulger - james bulger was a 2-year-old boy from merseyside who was brutally murdered by two 10-year-old boys. the violence they inflicted on this kid, and the way his body was found is just… a nightmare. there are two docs on this murder that i’ve watched and find interesting in their own rights, so i’m gonna link to both: 

one | two

(after you’re done watching these two, look up the two boys who murdered him and see what they’re up to now. one of them will stun you.)

♥ aileen wuornos - gonna end this with the lady dearest to my heart. i feel such an incredible amount of sympathy and heartbreak for this tragic woman. her life story is almost unbearable, and the journey of her lifelong abuse by men, the series of murders she committed, and how she found love somehow in between all of it will stay with me forever. there are two wonderful documentaries on aileen, both by nick broomfield, and together they tell the whole story, leading up to her execution:

 the selling of a serial killer

 the life and death of a serial killer

this is by no means a (complete) list of my favorite true crime cases! but these are some that i love a whole lot. i hope you find something you like here! ♥

Massage Therapy

Nineteen yo!Peter and Pretty!Wade AU
Idk guys a scene came to me while I was driving so here ya go.
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“Peter, I don’t understand how you strain your back.” Harry shut the door to the fridge in their tiny loft apartment. “You never even go outside. All you do is study.”

“I do stuff.” Peter mumbled and looked away when Harry bent over to get the pans out of the bottom cupboard.

His crush on his best friend was bordering on obsessive, and was definitely unhealthy, but Peter didn’t know what to DO about it. The worst thing was, Harry knew and took every chance he got to smile that wicked smile and run his fingers through that thick hair and basically rub his and MJs relationship in Peters face.

It was like torture every fucking day.

“You don’t do anything.” Harry was still arguing. “But when I strain something when I work out, or you know, marathon sex-” he dropped a flirty wink and Peter wanted to scream. “-I have a guy I go see. Names Wade, he works out of the spa off fifth, you know the place?”

“Yeah.” Peter said shortly, neglecting to mention that he knew the place only because Harry paid for MJ to go, and she always told him about it.

“Go see Wade. He will fix you, I guarantee it. Guys got magic hands, and I feel like you need that. Seems like life’s been–” Harry’s gorgeous eyes dropped lower to Peters lap. “–hard for you lately.”

(Jesus Christ I hate him) Peter thought, but he took the card Harry handed him anyway.
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Peter felt weird lying on the massage table in just a towel, exposed and vulnerable and he hated that.
But it was too late now, the receptionist had assured him Wade would be in fairly quickly.

(Oh shit) the door opened right then and Peter sat up nervously.

“Hey, man, how’s it going?” Wade was tall, all muscles wrapped in a tight white shirt and fitted khakis, topped with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair.

“Uh hey. I’m Peter. You must be–”

“Wishing I hadn’t worn such tight pants.”

Peters mouth dropped. “WHAT?!”

“Uh, what? No I said Wade. My names Wade.” A charming smile that put Harry’s to shame crossed a perfect face and suddenly Peter was very aware that he was just in a towel.

“So.” Wade started dimming the lights, flipping on music. “How do you know that obnoxious prick Osborn? He’s the one who called in your appointment. You guys dating?”

“No. NO. Just friends.”

“Well that little piece of information is going to make this massage so much more fun.”

Peter couldn’t help laughing, tugging at his hair a little in a frankly adorably shy way. “I don’t know what that means.”

Wade just wiggled his eyebrows. “Why don’t you lay down on your stomach there, cutie pie. It’s frowned on for me to ask customers out while they are mostly naked, so please stick around after I’m done so I can get your number.”

Peter rolled over, keeping the towel over his ass carefully. “Why–why do you want my number?”

“Oh my god I already love you.”
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  • brendon urie: allow me to exaggerate a memory or two, where summers lasted longer than, longer than we do
  • brendon urie: break involuntary ties, a secret so the spies could never find us out
  • brendon urie: fate will play us out with a song of pure romance
  • brendon urie: i'm not complaining that it's raining, i'm just saying that i like it a lot, more than you'd think if the sun would come out and sing with me
  • brendon urie: there's never air to breathe, there's never in-betweens, these nightmares always hang on past the dreams
  • brendon urie: there's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
  • brendon urie: in love i've always been a mercenary but i never leave my post when the cash runs out. i want to make you quiver, make your backbone shiver
  • brendon urie: i'll take my chances with the devil tonight but i'm running out of time, if this is wrong i don't want to be right, let the fantasy die
  • brendon urie: you remind me of a few of my famous friends, well that all depends on what you qualify as friends
  • brendon urie: there's no residue of a torturer inside of your eyes
  • y'all: omg brendon is suuuuuuch a bad lyricist "im not as think as you drunk i am" lmaooo he SUX!!!!xD xD

I want to kiss you so badly my lips burn like cigarettes.

Sitting next to you is torture if I can’t feel your skin against mine, even briefly.

I want to back you up against a wall and explore your mouth with mine.

The smallest touches make me want more, but I know you cannot give it to me.

Kissing you would mean breaking the façade I’ve held for so long.

I savor every small moment we have together as if I will be dead by tomorrow.

If people paid more attention they would notice just how much you mean to me.

I want to feel your cold hands against my burning skin.

I need you more than you know.

~The innermost thoughts of Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten

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For anon…reader is Harry’s twin sister as requested

“I swear I’ll punch him right in the face,” Y/N groaned at her brother.
“What’d Malfoy do this time?” Harry asked bemused.
“What does he always do? Act like the arrogant irritant he is! It’s like he just breathes and it upsets me.”
Harry chuckled. “Don’t worry, Y/N. He’s not worth the energy.”

She grinned before hugging her twin. He may be the Chosen One, but to Y/N, he was just her brother. They were all the other had while living with the Dursleys. Gleefully, she switched the topic of conversation to something less stressful as the wandered through the corridors.


“No,” Y/N barked toward the end of the Potions class, “The Girding Potion turns blue after adding the dragonfly thoraxes, Malfoy!”
“It turns blue after a measure of doxy eggs,” he bit back.
“No, you dolt! That’s when it turns pink! Do you even listen?”

“Both of you, calm down,” Slughorn pleaded.
Y/N scrunched her nose, trying to be respectful of the professor. She needed to be in order to help Harry further.
“Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Potter is correct. The potion turns pink after the first doxy egg,” he added calmly. Slughorn turned to the other students. “That is all for today’s lesson. Remember your homework.”

Y/N roughly shoved her supplies into her bag while the other students hastily filed out of the room. She paid no mind to those who wanted to avoid the next eruption from her and Draco. Surprisingly, the Slytherin was the only one taking his time. Even Slughorn had left in a hurry.

“Turning blue after its first doxy,” she murmured, “What a bloody idiot?”
“What was that, Potter?” Draco bit.
She raised her hardened gaze. “You still here? Would’ve figured you’d be off to torture my brother some more on the pitch.”
“I’m sure you do it well enough.”
“If by ‘it’ you mean support him through this chaos, then yes. I do ‘it’ quite well,” she quipped.

Y/N threw her bag over her shoulder and started leaving the room. Draco was close behind, still not finished with the argument.

“You’re also pretty great at being a know-it-all. Granger help with that?”
She growled, “There’s a difference between listening and being a know-it-all.”
“Ya get that from Weasley?” he taunted some more.

Angered, Y/N stopped and whirled to face him. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were narrowed. She poked his chest, backing him into the wall.

“I am getting sick and tired of you ragging on my brother and friends twenty-four seven. It’s not enough that you’ve got to sick you fa-”

Draco cut her off. He managed to pin her to the wall, his lips crashing against her. Her eyes fluttered in shock. The surprising calmness in the kiss caused her to lower her defenses. Her eyes became half-lidded as she began to kiss back.

“No kissing in the corridors,” a monotone voice called as it walked closer.

Draco pulled back to see Professor Snape gliding down the hall. He clenched his jaw. He stepped back from the student against the wall in an attempt to show they would no longer be doing so. Y/N failed to see the silent conversation pass between the pair’s eyes. The few quiet moments gave her some time to think. When Snape turned down the corner, Draco returned his attention to Y/N. Unexpectedly, she slapped him in the face.

“What was that for?”
“For kissing me while I was talking,” she whispered back harshly.

He quirked a surprised brow at her. She smirked only slightly while raising her gaze to meet his green one. Before he could say anything, Y/N grabbed his tie and pulled him back into the kiss. It was just as gentle as before, but without the hesitation over closing her eyes. Draco wrapped his arms around her waist gently. After a few moments, the pair pulled apart.

Y/N giggled. “Figures Snape would be the one to have found us. He seems to enjoy the dungeons.”
“He did teach down here.”
“Touche…but really. Pink after doxy egg number one.”
It was his turn to laugh. “I know. I just love seeing you like that.”
“Oh really?”

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anonymous asked:

Can you tell me some about tarot cards? Im getting the golden thread deck next week. Im highly interested in it, but know very little.

Hello Dearie!

Is there anything in particular you want to know? I’ll put some general info down but you’re welcome to send me a message with further questions if I don’t answer them for you! I wasn’t sure if you were looking into the history of tarot cards or ‘ohmygodihavethisthingwhatdoidowiththething???” So I kinda answered both to the best of my ability. 

History of Tarot (ish)

-Tarot goes back as far as the 15th century when it was just a card game. It wasn’t until the 18th  century that it started being used for divination (Wikipedia is my source because as much as I love you all, I’m too lazy to do real research) 

-Traditional Decks: A good beginner deck is the Rider Waite Deck. It has the most ‘universal’ imagery that a lot of decks are based off of. A  traditional deck is made up of the Major and Minor Arcana. The Major Arcana has 22 cards starting with the Fool and ending with the World. Major Arcana cards usually represent major life events or changes. The Minor Arcana is Made up of 4 Suits (Wands, Pentacles (sometimes called coins), Cups, Swords). Each Suit has ten numbered cards (Ace-Ten) and four Court or Face cards (Knight, Page, Queen, King), and usually has an element or area of your life related to it. Court cards can often represent an important person in your life. 

-Non Traditional Decks: There are so many tarot decks out there, not all of them will follow the imagery or ideas of the Rider Waite deck. They’ll often come with a guidebook that helps you understand their imagery and whatnot. 

“I have this Deck. What do I do with it?”

-Start by taking a deep breath and remembering that tarot is meant to be fun. Sure, we’ll get scary and deep and meaningful readings, but ultimately we’re here to have fun and bond with our decks. Tarot is meant to guide us, not be set in stone. They tell us what could/ will happen if we stay on the current path we’re on. 

-Get to know your deck and bond with it. Each deck has a different personality.  There are several ‘deck interview’ spreads you can do. I personally like this one and this one. Doing some sort of interview will help you learn the limits and strengths of your deck. You can also pull a card a day, spend time really analyzing it, the imagery, the meaning, what it makes you think of or feel. Bond with your deck by shuffling it absentmindedly while watching TV or listening to music. Sleep with it under your pillow, or take it in your bag when you run errands. Let it get to know you and your energy. 

-Find your reading style: How do you shuffle? For how long while asking your question? Do you cut the deck or pull the cards straight from the top? Each deck has its own preference so make sure you take that in mind as well, but do what feels most comfortable for you

Okay, now you’re ready for a reading. 

-Start by picking a question. Open ended is usually best. Shuffle the cards while thinking of your question. When you’re ready, pull as many cards as you need (this can be for a specific spread or just pulling a certain number of cards. I usually do 3 or 5). 

-Decide if you’re reading reversals or not (I’ll get to that soon). take a look at each of the cards individually, think about what they mean to you. Take into consideration how they interact. Each card has its own meanings, but combined with the cards next to it can be even more important. Try to look at the bigger picture as well as the details

-Don’t be afraid to be critical. There are times, rare times, where the cards just don’t work. None of the cards make sense together or in your life. Sometimes this is because what they’re talking about hasn’t happened yet, but sometimes you just have a bad spread, it happens. Shake it off and reshuffle if that’s the case. 

Tips, Tricks, Random things

-Reversals: Reversals are when you draw the card and its upside down. There are lots of ways to interpret reversals. Some read them as the opposite of the original meaning of the card, some read them as the person is experiencing a block in the area of their life the card appeals to. Others see it as excess. Some people don’t read reversals at all. This can be a personal preference or have something to do with the deck. My oracle deck doesn’t like reversed readings, so if a card in that deck is drawn upside down I just flip it right. With my shadowscapes deck I try to look at it intuitively before deciding if the reversal means anything at all. 

-Jumper Cards: These are cards that literally jump or fall out of your deck as you’re shuffling. Some believe that these cards really need to be paid attention to. Sometimes you just did a really poor job shuffling. Just like with reversals, its up to you to decide what to do with them. I tend to put it aside and see how it fits with the rest of the spread before deciding if its important or not. 

-Stalker cards: that one card you pull every time. Every. Time. For a while I was pulling the Emperor in every single spread I was doing for others. Ugh, it was torture. Stalker Cards will appear over and over until you get the meaning its trying to present to you. They’re important and should be paid attention to. @oceanwildatelier has this really cool idea of going through your deck each day, finding the card, and looking at the card on either side of it to get some deeper insight into what its trying to tell you. 

-Spreads: you can use them if you want, but you don’t have to. There are several 3 card varieties, and tumblr is a great place to find all kinds of spreads for every situation. I like to use them sometimes, but most often I just pull three or five cards depending on how in depth of a message I want. 

-Yes/No Questions: some people can do yes/no with tarot. I personally find it very difficult because my cards don’t give me consistent answers this way. The Easiest way to do yes/no with tarot is to ask your question and flip over the card. If its right side up, it’s a yes. If its reversed, its a no. You can also do this with three cards, two up or all up means yes, two down or all down means no. 

-don’t be afraid to joke around with your deck. I call my cards sassy all the time because they are. I’ve spent several minutes shuffling and redrawing spreads because I didn’t want to hear what the cards had to say, just to get the same cards over and over. I called them sassy and rude each time. Like I said at the beginning of this post: the cards are meant to be fun, don’t get too stuck up in the process, find what works for you and only use them if its enjoyable for you. 

Remember that tarot is meant to be fun, but it can hold a lot of meaning if you let it. If you pull a spread warning you of something big and scary to come, listen. Don’t let the fear consume you, but be alert. There is power in these little bits of card stock and ink, as weird as that is sometimes. 

ummm… I don’t know if I have anything more to say for now… peeps feel free to add to this, or send me questions if there’s something more specific you wanna know about!

THE SECRET DUKE OF MANDALORE

Summary: Obi-Wan is struggling to put the horrors of the Kadavo slave facility behind him. Desperately needing sanctuary, he makes his way to Mandalore. He and the Duchess Satine wander through the palace gardens, but Obi-Wan is not able to hide his anxieties from her. Will Satine be able to help Obi-Wan or will his emotions get the better of him?

This piece was inspired by a conversation I saw on Tumblr ( @forcearama and some other lovelies, thank you very much for the inspiration!!) . Some delightful folks were discussing how amazing it would be if it turned out that Obi-Wan and Satine had been secretly married all along (just like Anakin and Padme). I loved the idea! It got the ol’ gears in my head turning and this is what came out.

It’s not that fluffy, I suppose, but it’s my version of fluff.

It’s certainly not my best piece but I don’t really care. It was meant to be something fun for me to focus on. :)

If you’re interested, it takes place about a year after my other Obitine piece, A Jedi’s Resolve.

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Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 1 – Ellen Thwoorp

Summary – Katya has a proposition for Trixie, but it takes some upturned dinner plans, some Shakespearean quotes and some stupid puns before she can actually get around to it.

A/N: Surprise, more Dina’s Fun Aunt because I had more ideas and didn’t have the power to resist the temptation to write it. I’m going to try and update this roughly every week with my new AU series until it’s done. (Was originally going to post in one go but I’m pushing 13k and it ain’t even finished.)

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The Best Way To Die

Originally posted by xnogitsunex

Requested By Anon.

Request: Can you do one with stiles and the reader where the two of them get kidnapped and stiles has to watch you get tortured but the ending is happy? Like he saves you or what ever you feel like, but make it fluffy, pleaseeeee, your imagines are the best!! ❤️❤️

A/N: Thanks! That means a lot!


I was struggling against the restraints that had been strapped around my ankles, wrists, and forehead. Soon, I learned that there was no getting free. I was stuck, waiting for what was going to happen to me.


“Y/N!” Stiles screamed. I wanted so badly to turn my head and look at him, but the strap that was covering my forehead prevented me from doing so.
Stiles and I had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Dread Doctors came, and they kidnapped us. I have no clue what their intentions are, but I really don’t want to find out.


Then, I heard the pounding of heavy boots on the ground coming this way, and the familiar clicking that always made me cower in fear. All of a sudden, right in front of my face was a masked head, looking down into my soul. The Geneticist then turned back to his fellow Dread Doctors and they started talking, using clicking noses to communicate.


Tears slid down my face. I was scared.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. Everything will be fine.” Said one of the Doctors.
And then, searing pain was coursing its way all around my body. A scream erupted from my mouth. A scream so loud, that it could have been a Banshee’s. Pain was the only thing I could feel.


Stiles POV


A scream erupted from her mouth.


“Y/N!” I screamed. “Stop! You’re going to kill her!”


The Dread Doctors paid no attention to me. They were cutting her open. They were going to kill her. She was going to die.


After what felt like ages of watching them torture Y/N, the Dread Doctors must have had enough with her, because they set down all of their equipment, and walked off.


I was tied to that glass case with that person thingy in it. I don’t know what it is, I didn’t want know, nor did I care. I could easily cut through the rope if I had a knife, but I don’t. Wait! I do! I remember putting my dad’s Swiss Army pocket knife into my pocket! The Doctors never took it out!


Struggling, I tried to reach into my pocket to get it out. My hand was shaking as I pulled it out. What if the Dread Doctors came back while I was trying to escape? What if they came back while I was trying to get Y/N out of here? You know what? YOLO. If I die trying to save Y/N, I died trying to save my girlfriend. My friend. And that’s the best way to die that I could imagine.


Soon, I started cutting the rope, moving my hand back and forth. It took a few seconds. Second that felt like an eternity. Aha! It finally broke!


I stood up so fast I got dizzy. But that didn’t stop me from running over to Y/N’s unconscious body. As fast as I could, I undid the straps that bound her to the chair, and lifter her up. The Doctors hadn’t even been kind enough to patch her up when they were done. There was blood everywhere, and it got on me as I lifter her up. It didn’t bother me though. I kept going.


“Don’t worry, Y/N,” I whispered. “You’re going to be okay. We’re getting out of here.”


And that’s exactly what we did.

Regrets

(A/N): Where did you anons come from?? Like what is all this angst

Request: hello there! May I request an angsty fic where Bucky overhears that his fiance is confused whether to marry him or not after she had a talk with her ex ?

Warnings: angst?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x


Originally posted by groot-and-proud

   “I don’t know,” (Y/N) sighs into their phone, their voice hushed as they spoke to someone on the other line. Bucky knew he shouldn’t intrude like this but he had heard his name and that had been enough to pique his interest, add in the fact that (Y/N) was talking so quietly and Bucky couldn’t help but investigate. “I love him, I really do, it’s just that-” (Y/N) pauses, most likely biting their lip the way they did when they were deep in thought. 

   Bucky’s heart felt as though it had stopped beating at (Y/N)’s words, an obviously bad statement following their already bad statement. 

   “It’s just that, my ex fiancee called- yeah the one who left me for that barista and he was basically telling me how much he missed me and- I know I shouldn’t fall for him again but- Yes, I know how well Bucky’s treated me but-” (Y/N) sighs as their friend cuts them off once again and Bucky could hear the faint buzzing of (Y/N)’s cellphone as their friend chewed them out for thinking in such a foolish and stupid way. “I just don’t know anymore…yeah, the wedding’s all paid for and- But I don’t want to marry him only to regret it afterwards, I want to be sure of what I want-” Bucky couldn’t stand this any longer, this torture of hearing his own fiancee talking about how they didn’t want to marry him and all because of their stupid ex. 

   Bucky had been there to pick (Y/N) up after that nasty breakup, their previous fiancee having left them for some barista they had met in London. (Y/N) had been devastated and Bucky was there to help, constantly reassuring (Y/N) that they were enough, that it was just their ex’s fault. He had spent countless hours helping them, piecing them back together piece by piece and this was the reward he got? He’d treated (Y/N) so well too, he’d been so kind and loving, never once judging (Y/N) or anything of the sort. He’d given them a great apartment, plenty of love, and he did spoil them with the money he had and now (Y/N) was regretting their engagement to him?

   “I will think about it,” (Y/N) mutters, their tone less than chipper. “Thanks again,” And with that (Y/N) hung up, a soft thump coming from something in their room, no doubt their phone hitting a wall as they tossed it on their bed, their bed. After being less than satisfied with (Y/N)’s conversation Bucky trudged back into the living room, sitting down on the edge of the couch to contemplate his decisions in this moment and time.

    He couldn’t bear the thought of (Y/N) not wanting him, he’d already gone through so much rejection in his life and the mere thought of the person he loved most rejecting him hurt more than anything but he didn’t have the heart to leave them either, he loved them far too much for that, but apparently they didn’t reciprocate those feelings. With a heavy sigh Bucky raked a hand through his hair, tugging on the long strands in the process. He had to make his mind up and he had to make it up quickly given (Y/N)’s footsteps were echoing down the hall, signifying that they were returning from their room. 

   Bucky didn’t even bother to put on a fake smile when (Y/N) entered the room, a fake smile of their own upon their lips, it immediately dropped however when they realized how sad Bucky looked. 

   “Buck- are you okay?” Bucky stared up at them, a wave of hurt washing over him. (Y/N) had the audacity to come to him after what they were just talking about, acting as though they were concerned about him? Bucky chuckled dryly, folding his arms over his chest as he almost casually leaned back against the couch. 

   “Really?” He asks, his tone holding much more venom than he thought possible. (Y/N) winced at his tone and any other day it would have hurt him but not now, not when they had just said all that shit about him, after all the shit he did for them. 

   “W-what did I do?” (Y/N) asks, their voice meek and quivering. 

   “I don’t know, why don’t you go ask your ex fiancee,” (Y/N)’s face pales, and they open their mouth to state some bullshit excuse when Bucky cuts them off. 

   “I’m packing my bags and leaving, giving you time to think about what you want,” Bucky rises from his seat, his gaze dark and cold, almost resembling that of the winter soldier. “I’m giving you a week, if you haven’t decided by then I’m done,” 

   “But Bucky-” But Bucky merely brushed past (Y/N), walking into their room to grab a bag and pack it full of clothes. Surely Steve wouldn’t mind if he camped out with him for a few days? Without a second thought he finished packing and walked out, ignoring the way (Y/N) begged and pleaded for him to stay. And with a slam of a door he was gone, leaving (Y/N) quivering in the middle of their apartment. 

Hidden

*Requested: You’re hiding Newt and the others from WCKD and they torture you.*

You never liked working for WICKED, but your parents forced you into it because you were the only remaining child they had and they wanted to keep you safe and alive. You didn’t want to apply for a job while your parents were suffering. But you soon became smart about it all. You had heard rumors about the terrible things WICKED did and this was your chance to find out the truth and ruin them. So you got the job, found out the truth, and decided to help the kids in the Mazes.

You always had a thing for Group A. They felt like people you would get along with, and you had been secretly manipulating certain things in order to help them. In your mind, it went like this; we already know they’re immune, so why do we need to isolate and torture them?

When they got out of the Glade, as they call it, you implanted yourself in their lives. You distributed the vitamins to them. Newt was the one you paid close attention to. You know he isn’t immune and you want to make sure WCKD doesn’t hurt him.

“You need to get out of here, Newt.” you whispered as you leaned down to get the needle.

“What?” he asked and scrunched his eyebrows.

“This is a WCKD facility. You need to run. I’ll help you and your friends hide but I don’t know how long that’ll last. They have their eyes on you.” you said and inserted the needle.

“Why are you helping us?” he asked with caution and you smiled.

“Because I hate WCKD more than anyone else possibly could.”

—-

“Y/N. I swear to the heavens if you don’t tell us where you hid those kids, your life is over in a flash.” one of the men said gruffly and you shrugged.

“Beats living and working here.” you said and gulped.

“Come on, you work for US. What happened to saving humanity?” another man asked and you laughed.

“I’m a teenager. How important could I possibly be in this whole operation? And you have plenty of subjects left, right? I never wanted to be a part of this institution. It’s degrading and guilt- driven.” you spat out and he slapped you. It stung like crazy but you refused to open your mouth. He had split your lip in the process and you tasted the iron in the thick crimson blood spilling out of you.

“Gross.” you said with a small laugh.

“You’re insane.” the gruff guy said again and you nodded in agreement.

He slapped you again. The other one held a gun to you.

“Come on guys, just do it. Then you’ll definitely never know where I’m keeping them.” you said and thought about the last time you said goodbye to the Group A kids. The last time you’ll ever seen Newt. His brown eyes and blond messy hair will forever be engraved in your mind. No matter what happens to him with the Flare. No matter what they do to you.

“That’s it.” the man said and grabbed the butt of a Launcher and hit the back of your head with as much force as he possibly could.

The Hit Woman

Anon: Could you do a deadpool X reader where the reader was a past girlfriend of Wade’s prior to weapon X and they were forced to go separate ways because of a job offer she got overseas. They cross paths again and hit it off like no time has passed. Maybe cute fluffy smut?

A/N: Ok I kind of took off with this prompt, but I still stuck to the basics. I really hope you like it <3

Warning: Fluffy smut, do I even need to warn about cursing….Deadpool do what he do

Originally posted by eyelostmymarbles

The first time Deadpool met the mysterious hit woman:

“Suck it fucker” Deadpool sliced through another useless henchman.

“Never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm!” the merc sang as he gracefully flipped and sliced through the team of guards.

“Right asshole. Meet your grim reaper in a sexy red suit” the bedroom door banged open and the anti-hero was flabbergasted.

“What. The. Holy. Fuck. IS HAPPENING” he yelled.

His hit was tied to a chair, his throat already slit as a slender bodied woman took a photo of the businessman, her face covered by a black mask.

“Um excuse me lady! This is my kill. What the hell are you doing?” he waved his arms around like a child.

“Excuse you! I got hired for this hit, and I completed my job, your fault that you were too slow” she retorted.

“Ugh fiiiiiinnnnneeee” he whined, he could get paid anyway. 

The second time that he met the mysterious hit woman:

“Here I go, here I go, here I go again” his phone played Salt n Peppa as he skipped through the drug peddlers guards.

He shot two of them in the head with one bullet as he made his way to the back room- why was there always a back room? Did they never want to host drug dealers in the front room?

“Honey I`m hommmme!” he announced his presence to the drug lord he was hired to kill when he gasped.

“You! Come on not again! Woman I neeeed da dollars!” he rubbed his fingers together before holding his head in his hands.

“Dude, you snooze you lose. Not my fault you would rather mess with theatrics than kill quickly and move on” she shrugged her shoulders.

“Ugh fuck, Al will want my rent this week. Damn you woman!” he yelled as he stalked out the room to try and get another contract.

The third time that he met the mysterious hit woman:

“Maybe you like this woman. You should try to get to know her” Deadpool sarcastically mimicked Dopinder`s advice from the ride over to the massive mansion.

The Indian taxi driver had listened to Mr. Deadpool ramble on about this mysterious woman for the whole ride, and told the anti-hero to talk to her, ask who she was because Deadpool seemed to be intrigued by her.

“Hey man, get out of here or I will shoot” the body guard warned from the front door.

“Hey asshole, can`t you see I`m having a crisis here” he cocked his gun and shot the guard square in the head.

“People are so insensitive to feelings” he sighed.

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Little Thoughts (Bias x Reader) Pt.11

B/W is shifting from one foot to the next as he tries to form his words together, “We were at a party and she kissed me and B/N saw. And then you found out and kissed him and…” he sighs, “This is a mess,”

“Honestly, of all the girls. Her? Really?”

“I know,” He rubs his face, as if trying to erase it from memory, but then he looks at you, “But did you have to kiss him in front of me?” 

“I was upset and… Sorry,” you mumble. You both are stubbornly silent until you say, “You know this all could’ve been avoided if you just let me speak that night in the car,” 

“What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t on the phone the entire time,” 

He blinks at you, “You heard everything that I said?”

“Well, most of everything,”

He steps closer to you, hands on your shoulders, “What were you going to tell me?”

You shrug him off, “Nothing now. We’re done. You chose Jihu, I chose B/N. The end,”

His eyes are pleading, “Y/N, please,”

“Well, I was going to tell you that…” You stay silent on purpose, the last bit of torture you can inflict on him. He’s leaning towards you, eyes getting wider with anticipation, “…even though this all suddenly happened that I would like to work on it. B/N was a fantasy that I wanted so desperately to be a reality, but nothing goes as planned,” you say each word carefully, having thought them over a hundred times.

You’ve paid attention to how he treats you. Subtle ways of showing you that he cares, that he knows what you like and don’t like.

Like following you to the bus stop and making sure you’re on before he leaves. Knowing when to speak and when to listen, when you wanted to be seen and when you didn’t. Even knowing how to kiss you and where to touch you. Who else in the entire school knew you as well as he did? Certainly not B/N, no matter how well you were friends before or how badly you wanted to be with him.

“I choose you, B/W. Not because I can’t have him, but because I’ve realized that days can mean more than years. And that a crush can end just as quickly as it forms,”

His face is blank, “This isn’t a joke, is it?”

“No.”

“You’re not messing with me?”

“That’s your job,”

He points at himself, “You like me?”

“Surprisingly,”

“Wow,” he steps back, ruffling his hair. He’s pacing and you’re watching him, fighting a smile, “So are we like, a thing now?”

“Yeah,”

“You’ll be my girlfriend?” 

“Ask me,”  

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks immediately. 

You laugh, “Yes,” 

He stands with his hands on his hips, “I never thought I’d get this far to be honest,”

“Well-” 

He hugs you suddenly, squeezing you against him with you smiling like a fool. Your arms are around his waist as he sways from side to side. Here’s a side of him you’ve rarely seen, a side you’d love to see more off.

“So we’re okay?” he looks down at you.

You nod, “We’re okay,” 

Sighing from relief, he hugs you again with no intentions of letting you go.

“Just no more fuckboy tendencies, okay? We’re going to college, don’t you dare,”

“But college is a whole new battle ground, new faces, no dress codes,”

“I swear-” he kisses you and you can feel his happiness. 

“The dog days are over. But do I have to have to stop with those comments? I really like saying them to you,”

You roll your eyes, “You can keep saying them,”

He leans close to your ear, “Can I do what I say too?”

Flustered, you push him off with him laughing at you, “Can we not rush this?”

He leans against his car, pulling you close to him, “I’ve been barking up this tree for four years, I’m sure I can wait a little bit longer,”


Someone has finally broken the second-lead barrier and friendzone. There’s hope.