Range-Time

mapdean  asked:

Hi, My ask is way too long to do here so I made an entire post on my blog (a few posts back, I tagged you in it), TW's for paedophilia and CSA. Your position on paedophilia is very confusing and misinformed, with you using paedophilia as a legal term and using terms like "real paedophilia". You need to clarify your position (although I think it is pretty clear that it's on a personal moral basis poorly hidden behind legal concerns). Please give a real, informed response.

This isn’t a particularly complicated subject (although the “MAP” in your username indicates why it is absolutely confounding to you), so I’ll explain this:

Real pedophilia is pedophilia involving real children. That is illegal. We can’t host that, period. That’s from US federal law itself. If it involves real children in any way, it is illegal. Punishment ranges from jail time, to being on the sex offender registry, to fines, to losing your business, and everything inbetween. It is not. Worth. It.

The reason why we flat out ban pedophiles on top of that is because of the risk. If we allow a MAP community to form and one of them happens to relapse and starts talking to a minor, or mentions a real child that they are attracted to, or describes events where they almost targeted a child, or any of the other thousands of ways things could go wrong, we as a site would be liable. That skirts dangerously close to breaking the law, if not outright breaching it.

If you are seriously seeking help for your condition, seek professional help. Forming online communities is only putting those online communities at risk. No, it is not the same as a person with BPD sending a death threat (although we will punish them if they do this).

If Tumblr allows you to have a MAP community, stay here. We’re not changing our policy on this. Tumblr “gets away with it” in part because of their overall lax policy on reporting, but they do ban pedophile blogs when they are reported, so they may not be the friendly space that you’ve assumed as much as they are a lazy enforcement space.

This is the final message that I’m making addressing this. We’re not the site for you.

My work phone rang for the first time!

Me: Hi, this is Taylor!
Caller: Oh no…

Way to boost my self esteem, wrong number. I’m so sorry I’m not some lady named Kara. LOL

Dumb headcanon of the day: it’s very rare, but every so often Victor and Yuuri will get in a bad enough argument where they’ll try to give each other the cold shoulder and go off by themselves to sulk, but it never lasts more than 24 hours at the absolute tops because they’re the most pathetic sad babies when they have to be away from each other, and their friends usually intervene because they can’t put up with this nonsense.

Three hours after the fight about Victor forgetting their anniversary Phichit calls Victor’s phone and is like, ‘um, hi, this is Phichit! Yuuri came over to my place and he just ate an entire gallon of ice cream while watching sad movies and I think he’s in a legit food coma now and I’m kinda scared so can you come over and patch things up with him right now please??’

‘Uh, actually, this is Yuri. I just answered Victor’s phone because it rang like twenty times. That dumbass came to practice but then he just lay down on the ice and cried, and all the tears made his stupid face stick to the ice and Mila is trying to pry him off now, so it’s gonna be a while.’

Witch Tip: How to foresight your next relationship

If you’re single, you probably wonder every so often when your next relationship will happen and how it will go. Asking your deck about your potential next potential significant other can prevent bad surprise and/or heartbreak. With the help of astrology, you can even guess the time range !


First and foremost, you need to be open-minded in your reading and analysis. Don’t do it with *that* specific person in mind, it will rig the whole process, because you might never get back/with that person, and the reading assumes you can.

I believe Time is like a probability tree: depending on your choices, you will get on a different timeline. But it doesn’t mean the timelines can’t reconnect at some point. Your choices aren’t always significant in the big picture and you can’t always escape a situation. Your journey can unfold in a million different ways, but at the end, you’ll reach the same destination.

I highly advise you to record the whole process in a file, it could be helpful later.

Now, here is an example of the reading you can do:

Concerning the time, you can ask your deck if you’re good with time guessing, but my favorite way is to check the sky.

Go to your favorite astrological website, and check your transits + natal chart for today. Where are Venus, Mars and Pluto ? Are they aspecting some of your personal planets ? Is there planets in your 5th, 7th house and 8th house ? (spoilers: if Saturn is transiting your 8th house, it’s gonna be pretty dry for a while)

Now, estimate what next aspects/placements would be meaningful and move forward the chart clock to estimate the right time. These clues includes:

  • Venus Return (when the transit Venus conjunct your natal Venus)
  • Venus, Mars, Pluto transiting your 5th, 7th, 8th house
  • Transit Venus aspecting your natal Moon
  • Aspects between the natal Venus/Mars and your natal Venus/Mars
  • Sun transiting your Moon and Venus sign
  • (don’t mind much the transit moon, it aspects your whole chart every month)

You need to have several clues to truly estimate a period, ex: Venus Return + Transit Moon trine Natal Venus.

Now that you have found a time range, you’ll use the transit of the moon or the sun to get the right day. The trigger can be a new moon, a full moon or the sun/moon aspecting your major clue element.


Note: I avoided a major heartbreak that way. I foresighted it 6 months before. Since I was distant with the guy I met on purpose, on the day I guessed, he got with another girl and dumped her a month later when his ex came back to him. When I learnt it, I was like “OMG it could have been me, OMG I almost got in so much deep shit”.

* I don’t recommend doing foresights if you’re already in a relationship, it could fuck it up

one of my favorite things about the end of part 4 in comparison to other parts is how every major character plays a part in the climax. josuke beats up kira and forces him to deactivate bites the dust from hayato, okuyasu saves josuke and takes stray cat from killer queen, koichi uses three freeze so that jotaro can get in range, jotaro stops time to beat up kira before he can activate bites the dust again, and rohan just fucking stands there like a shitbag instead of helping in any way

All Or Nothing - Smut

Originally posted by dylanmysunshine

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 6,244
AN: College AU, all human. This was never meant to be published tbh but you can thank @writing-obrien​ for it getting done. Also shout out to @hardladyheart​ for her late night motivation and @sarcasticallystilinski​ for spitballing title ideas with me.

The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.



You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.

Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.

However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.

It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.

GUITARIST WANTED

FOR COVER BAND

MUST LIKE/PLAY ROCK MUSIC, POP PUNK.

CALL SCOTT

310-422-1124

There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.

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Range time, I took the Sig Target, Dan Wesson Razorback 10MM, Coonan 357 & the Wildey 45 Win Mag.
Unfortunately the Wildey didn’t want to chamber the ammo I bought online & didn’t get to fire it.
The Sig & Dan Wesson shot really nice, but the Coonan…wow.
Even with the noticeable difference in power, it was very manageable & a blast to shoot.

The targets are made by a friend with AR500 steel & he sells them online.
If anyone’s interested, message me & I’ll pass along his info.

“On July 22, 1991, I called Jeff’s apartment several times. My mother had called to tell me that she has been unable to reach him, and that he had missed a promised visit to her house. The next morning, July 23, 1991, I called Jeff’s apartment at about nine in the morning. The phone rang several times before someone finally answered it. At the other end I heard a man’s voice, but it wasn’t Jeff’s.

“Is Jeff there?” I asked.

Jeffrey Dahmer? the man asked.

“That’s right.”

“No, he’s not here right now,” the man said in a guarded voice, as if he was being cautious about something.

“Where is Jeff?” I asked.

“He’s not here,” the man repeated, still speaking very guardedly. “Who is this?”

“I’m Jeff’s father.”

I could hear something catch in his breath.

“You’re Jeffrey Dahmer’s father?”

“Yes,” I told him. “Where is Jeff?”

“Well, your son’s not here right now.”

“Where is he?”

“Someone will call you, Mr. Dahmer.”

“Call me? What about?”

“A detective will call you.”

“A detective?” I repeated, thinking that Jeff had probably gotten into trouble again, perhaps because he was drunk, or worse, that he had molested yet another child.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

It was then that the man on the other end of the line finally told me who he was, that he was a member of the Milwaukee Police Department. He hesitated just an instant, then let the hammer fall. “We’re investigating a homicide, Mr. Dahmer,” he said.

“A homicide?” I asked, and suddenly I thought that I was about to receive what I felt at that time must surely be the worst news a parent could ever receive, that someone had murdered his child.

“Homicide?” I repeated. “You mean Jeff’s been—“

“No, not Jeff,” the man told me quickly, my son’s name sounding like something dirty he did not want on his tongue.Jeff is alive and well.”

Lionel Dahmer, A Father’s story

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Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “15 - Jeff Atkins”

Prompt:

15. “It was the fifth time I’m calling her phone.”

Word count: 1.960

Posted: 14th of May 2017

A/N: An imagine in a Sunday night. It sucks that tomorrow is Monday again, I am not ready for the struggles that I may face this week. I hate school, because people suck!
Anyways, I hope you like this imagine and I would love to receive some feedbacks from you. Thank you so much for reading.

P.S.: I am not taking part 2 requests as I have lots of imagines to write. Sorry!

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: some bad words


“I’m going on a beer run soon, babe,” Your boyfriend, Jeff, informed you as he left some sweet and gentle kisses on your neck. “do you want to go with me?”

“Jeff, you aren’t driving!” You stopped him as you knew that he had some drinks during the night. “Ask someone else to buy some beer.”

You were in one of Jessica’s parties and people were having fun, alcohol was the main protagonist of the party and it was Jeff’s task to buy some if they ever ran out of them.

“Babe, I’m fine.” He sat on the empty side of the couch beside you and he grabbed your hand. “I had two beers, two hours ago.”

“Jeff!” You warned him, but he just let out some soft giggles. He knew how protective you were when it came to alcohol and your boyfriend. You hated him when he put his life in risks and you couldn’t help but discuss over it.

“Babe, I am sober and I promise.” He assured you as he pressed a quick kiss on your forehead. “So, are you coming with me?”

“Alright, fine!” You rolled your eyes as Jeff gave you a sweet wide smile. His smile revealed his white and perfect teeth and you honestly loved them so much, his smile was so contagious that it convinced you to smile back at him.

“I love you so much.” Jeff whispered and your world stopped as you felt some butterflies in your stomach. You honestly felt the sincerity in his voice and it still hit you every time, nevertheless you were together for months.

“I love you too, Atkins!” You giggled as you pressed your lips on his cheek, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you more, no lies!” He debated and before you could open your mouth to speak, he pulled you by your chin and he leant in to give you a sweet kiss.

It made you smile and you felt the sparks running through your veins as he deepened the kiss between the two of you. He pulled you closer to him as he played with your hair and you seriously found that adorable and relaxing.

“Atkins, we ran out of beer!” Some alcoholic asshole stated and he interrupted the kiss between the two of you. Jeff groaned in annoyance and you could say that he preferred to stay with you on the couch rather than buying some beer for the crowd.

“Go on, Atkins!” People cheered for Jeff and you saw your boyfriend rolling his eyes as you were both obliged to stop what you were doing.

“Alright, I’m going!” He finally stated and the crowd hollered louder. You both stood up from the couch, him grabbing your hand tightly to lead you the way out.

You went to the parking lot, but Sheri’s white Jeep was blocking your boyfriend’s car, meaning that you needed to ask Sheri to move her car.

“Wait, I am calling Sheri.” You offered and he nodded as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the crook of your neck. You brought your phone out of your pocket and searched for Sheri’s name in your phone book.

You waited for her to answer as the phone rang for several times, until it led you to her voicemail.

“No answer.” You stated and you tried calling her again, your fingers sliding smoothly on the screen of the device. You felt Jeff giving you some kisses on your neck and you felt shivers running down your spine. Your boyfriend was such a flirt, but you loved him just like that.

“Let’s search for her inside then.” Jeff proposed and you just nodded. He grabbed your hand as he led the way back inside Jessica’s house. He brought you with him, because he was afraid that some maniacs might hit on you, mostly when they were all drunk.

You tried calling Sheri as you followed Jeff around the house. You even asked around for her, but people would just slur or laugh because they were dead drunk.

“Did she answer?” Jeff turned his head at you and you just clicked your tongue in response. “Shit.” He swore under his breath.

It was the fifth time I am calling her phone.” You sighed and you tiredly shoved your phone in your pocket as soon as you heard her voicemail once again.

“Sheri!” Your boyfriend shouted for joy as his face brighten. He finally saw Sheri and you silently thanked God for it.

“Yeah?” Sheri looked at your boyfriend with a wide smile, obviously, she was having a great time with her circle of friends.

“You’re blocking me in, I’ve got to go for provisions.” Jeff honestly stated as he still held your hand tightly, protecting you from the alcohol-scented people around you.

“Oh shit!” Sheri swore as the loud music boomed behind her. “Okay, I’ll be right out. I have to get home anyways.”

“No, it’s alright. I don’t want to make you leave.” Jeff kindly and sweetly said, being the sweetest angel that he was.

“No, no, no!” Sheri exclaimed as she shook her head, her black curly hair following her head’s movements. “I’m staying at my dad’s, which comes with a curfew. I’ll get my keys and be right out.”

“Thank you, ma'am!” Jeff smiled and Sheri just raised her shoulders.

You’ve always liked Sheri, she was fun to be with and she was always cheerful. She would worry whenever you showed some cold treatments to your boyfriend and you could say that she was the first one who supported your relationship with Jeff.

“Take care!” Sheri shouted to you and Jeff as she started her car’s engine. Hannah was sitting on her passenger’s seat and you gained some weak hand waves from her.

“You too!” You shouted back and gave Hannah some energetic hand waves.

You then watch Sheri pull her car out of the parking and you followed the white Jeep as it made its way to Hannah’s house.

“Let’s go?” Jeff asked you and you just nodded. You followed him in his car and you carefully put your seatbelt on.

“Babe, you aren’t drunk and you are sure that you can do this, right?” You assured yourself with a question and he just laughed at you. “I’m serious, Atkins!”

“Yes, Babe! I am sure that I can do this and I am not drunk, promise.” He answered, starting the engine. “I can even write an essay if you like or do a home run for you.”

“Idiot!” You both laughed as he started to drive towards the store. You admitted that he was still sober and he drove normally and carefully. He wouldn’t want to cause any accidents, mostly when you were with him. He didn’t want to hurt you, not even once.

You both listened to some music and you went to the store to buy some pints of beer for the whole crowd. The party has just started and the night was still young, so you both decided to buy more than the expected.

“That was the last one!” You stated as you handed him the last box of beer from your push cart.

“Great!” He exclaimed as he carefully closed the door. You put the push cart back on its place and Jeff started to drive again once you got back in his car.

Music was blasting in your car and you were both singing and dancing as you followed the beat of the loud song. You honestly enjoyed this party more than the one in Jessica’s house. It was perfect, because you had the only person that you really needed to be with that night.

“All you have to do is stay a minute, just take your time,” You sang as Jeff hummed the beat of it. He was smiling as he was driving, eyes concentrated on the road. “the clock is ticking, so stay.”

“I will always stay, babe!” Jeff assured you, stealing some little glances to admire your face. You giggled at him as the sweetness of your boyfriend kept on flattering you.

“Always?” You asked him with a soft toned voice and he nodded slowly, still with a wide smile on his face.

“Always!” He assured you and he looked at you for a while. He reached for your hand and caressed it gently.

You were having a sweet moment together, but it was interrupted as a bright light blinded your eyes and you noticed that there was a car going through the street with its full speed, obviously exceeding the speed limit.

“Jeff, stop!” You shouted as loud as you could to get your boyfriend’s attention and he harshly pressed the car’s break with his foot, the car screeching its wheels in a high-pitched tone. You almost bumped your head on the car’s airbags, but you luckily didn’t get hurt. You heard some beer bottles break from the back seat, but it was one of the last things that you were worried of.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Jeff worriedly asked to you, his eyes was masked with fear and terror. You could say that he was really worried for you.

“I am, Babe.” You quickly wrapped your arms around him as tears started to stream down your face. You were terrified and your heart kept on throbbing quickly. “Are you?”

“I am.” Jeff hugged you back tightly and he caressed your hair. “I’m sorry, babe. I am really sorry.” He whispered as he dealt with his nervous heart too.

“I-It’s okay, I was just afraid.” Jeff wiped your tears once you broke the hug between the two of you.

You thought of the possible things that might’ve happened to you and Jeff and a tight knot was formed in your stomach. You thanked yourself that you joined Jeff and you somehow managed to stop him in time.

“They must put a stop sign here.” Jeff demanded as he tried to calm himself, his breathing was almost normal and your fear has almost vanished. He was shaking, though. The thought of that he almost hurt you crashed him. What if things went worse? He knew that he couldn’t forgive himself, if ever.

“They really must, this is dangerous!” You agreed as you cleared your vision by wiping your tears better. Your heart was still beating abnormally and you assumed that it was for the happening. “Wait, is that Hannah?”

“Yeah.” Jeff answered as he tried to focus his eyes on the silhouette that stood in front of the gasoline station. “Wasn’t she with Sheri?” Jeff corrugated his forehead as he curiously asked you the obvious.

Jeff slowly drove towards her and stopped just right in front of her. “Hannah?”

You softly called her and she quickly turned her head in your direction. “Didn’t Sheri offer herself to bring you home?”

Hannah just nodded, eyes concentrated to something else. Her body was shaking as she absentmindedly talked to you. “Sheri.”

“What happened, Hannah?” Jeff peeked to the opened window to see Hannah’s red and teary face.

“Stop sign.” Hannah emotionlessly pointed the knocked stop sign at the edge of the road and you quickly shot a shocked glance to Jeff.

“Damn it, Sheri.” You cursed under your breath as you realized that you almost died because of her.

Your body became paralyzed, so as Jeff’s body. Everything just hit your senses and you realized how destiny could be an asshole sometimes. Many things might’ve happened during that moment. Many things.

You still couldn’t believe that you were safe and you kept murmuring some messages of gratefulness as you calmed yourself down, holding Jeff’s hands tightly.

You could’ve died, but you didn’t. Luckily.


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Born on 25 February, 1979, Brian Shaffer often dreamed of becoming a doctor. He earned a bachelors degree in microbiology before becoming a medical student at The Ohio State University College of Medicine. 2006 for Brian wasn’t off to a positive start. In March, his mother, Renee, passed away from myelodysplasia. The cancer killed Renee within a space of a few months. Spring break was fast approaching and Brian was planning on flying out to Miami with his long-term girlfriend, Alexis Waggoner. He was preparing to propose on this romantic getaway.

On 31st of March, 2006, Brian and a group of friends decided to go on a bar crawl. At approximately 1AM the following morning, as the celebration was in full swing, the group went to the Ugly Tuna Saloona, a popular and lively seafood restaurant and bar just around the corner from the South Campus Gateway complex. CCTV footage captured Brian entering the bar. However, he was never witnessed leaving. As the night rolled to a halt, Brian’s friends couldn’t find him anywhere. CCTV footage from the two separate exits was reviewed but he wasn’t seen leaving either door. In fact, every single person in attendance was seen entering and exiting the bar but not Brian. So, where was he?

As Monday rolled around, Alexis had hoped that Brian would show up at the airport to catch their flight to Miami but he never appeared. A missing persons poster was designed and distributed. It contained a photograph of Brian’s Pearl Jam tattoo on his upper right arm as well as facial photographs. As the investigation was underway, the friends that were with Brian that fateful night were asked to take a lie detector test. The majority complied, however, one friend, Clint Florence, refused, leading to much speculation that he may have been involved. Over the forthcoming months, Alexis continually phoned Brian’s mobile. Each time, it went straight to voicemail. However, in September, it rang three times. Nobody answered the phone but police were able to ping it to a tower in Hilliard, a suburb 14 miles from Columbus. This was the glimmer of hope that Brian’s loved ones needed - maybe he was still alive.

There have been countless theories as to what happened to Brian. One man who referred to himself as “Jesus” told Brian’s father, Randy, that he had been killed by two men after an assault: “When Brian woke up, he had a big black penis in his mouth. They shot him in the head, burned his body and had sex with his ashes,” he claimed. Thankfully, it was determined that this was a hoax. Another theory is that Brian never actually left the Ugly Tuna. Could he have been a victim of foul play and could his body still be hidden within the bar, stuffed into an empty beer keg.

Tragically, Brian’s father, whose motivation to uncover the truth as to what happened to his son never faltered, went to the grave without knowing the truth. Two years later, he was hit and killed by a falling tree. In the space of three months, Brian’s brother, Derek, was left without a mother, a brother, and now a father. Brian Schaffer still remains missing.

a list of bad tim hcs

  • every time Bruce starts lecturing someone, Tim’ll stand slightly behind him and talk over him really loudly in a deeper voice until Bruce is looking like Murder
  • Tim, flashing two 5 dollar bills and a PIzza Hut coupon: “maybe this will convince you”
  • at galas, when Bruce has a pretty lady on his arm, Tim will lean over and whisper “she doesn’t have the range” “What??” “she doesn’t have the range, Bruce.”
  • one time he ate an entire 1lb bag of sour gummi worms in one sitting. he had never wished for death more than during those following hours of complete misery. his stomach was collapsing inwards and his tongue was numb
  • fell asleep at a WE meeting with his eyes open and freaked out half the people in the room. one guy thought he might have died and security was called. Bruce brings it up every time he’s pissed at tim.
Locked in Love (M)

Word Count: 24k
Member: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff & Slight angst like it’s barely even there

Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isn’t ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you haven’t seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didn’t have feelings for him.

↠ Day 5 of the seven days of Christmas collab! Read the other fics here

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No one probably cares about my interpretation of ESNY but I was just listening to it over and over in the car while driving and it made me have thoughts so here they are..

Obviously this interpretation is with a larrie lens and I’m not saying Harry’s intentions with writing this song have ANYTHING to do with this but it’s just what made sense to me given the specifics of NY.

So I was thinking, what if this is the song he wrote “3 years ago”? Now of course when he said 3 years that could be a range of time between end of 2012 to 2014 in my mind. I doubt he was like thinking well I wrote it on this exact day exactly 3 years ago from today when he said that. But anyway…

Even if it wasn’t the one written a long time ago, the lines about praying (for something to end?) ever since NY really struck me. And with my larrie googles put on, I could see this song being like a little emotional scenario that could have happened around the time of haylor. As anyone who was here at that time knows, Louis’ mood went from “hahaha jokes this is so hilarious” when it came to haylor to BAM “this is awful and I hate this and I’m not ok” like literally overnight. And for the entire month of December after harry was papped with Taylor in Central Park it was very very rare to see louis with a genuine smile on his face.

So basically I feel like the lyrics could relate back to how they were feeling during that time and how that was really the turning point for them in terms of the closeting going from lol jokes to ok this is actually serious and this hurts.

Just a thought! I’m not very good at analyzing specific lines but overall it was just the general vibe I got.

Close as Strangers

Close as Strangers: Chapter One

You were happy it was your last year of school. That was until you had to start tutoring your old best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Otherwise known as “Mr. Popular.” 

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: High School au, angst

This was my 5sos story I started on Wattpad but I wanted to do a BTS version.

{Playlist} Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven |eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve


It was August 20th, the first day of senior year. You were pretty excited, you honestly felt this was going to be a great year. You guess you were also happy this was the last year of high school. You got up and turned off your alarm. Your phone read, 7:15. You’d only lived a couple of  minutes away from school, so you could afford to sleep in a little more.

You got up and grabbed your uniform out of your closet. Yet another reason to be excited about this school year, you only had to wear this god awful thing one more year. You got dressed and went to the bathroom, going through your morning routine. Once you were done and ready you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You went into the kitchen and saw your mom and dad eating breakfast.

Your dad looked up from the paper, “Y/N, look at you. You’re up before noon, how does that feel,” his smile was contagious.

“Forced,” You smiled.  

He laughed and went back to his paper. “Y/N,” your mom spoke.

“Yes ma'am?”

She walked over to the table handing you two paper sacks. “Your and Yoongi’s lunch for today.”

You smiled and looked up at her, “Thanks Mom.”

“Sure,” she spoke as she sat down at the table. You’d started to eat some toast that was on the table when Yoogi rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late,” Yoongi shouted from the hallway as he came into the kitchen.

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Boy, 12, publicly rejects Simon Cowell's invitation to appear on BGT
The music mogul is yet to respond to the Tweet which has been shared hundreds of times after Tom 'Mouse' Smith was contacted by the show's team
By Keith Perry

A 12-year-old has been praised for publicly rejecting Simon Cowell ’s invitation to appear on Britain’s Got Talent .

Tom ‘Mouse’ Smith, a singer and guitar player, posted a picture of a polite handwritten letter to the music mogul on Twitter.

He wrote online: “Didn’t know where to sent this, but if someone could get it to Simon Cowell and BGT that would be cool. Thanks Tom x”

The picture of the letter said: 

“Dear Simon [Cowell] and BGT,”

“Thanks for all the phone calls and invitation to your TV talent show.

“Sorry if my first answer wasn’t clear enough but I don’t want to be in this competition.

“I write and sing songs for other reasons I can’t even put into words.

“No need to phone me back as now everyone has seen this so I could never come on the show without looking daft.

“Yours sincerely, Tom ‘Mouse’ Smith.”

Simon Cowell is yet to respond to the Tweet which has been shared hundreds of times.

The schoolboy even drew praise from bands including The Charlatans and The Vaccines for his firm message.

He said that the Britain’s Got Talent team contacted him asking to speak with his parents when auditions were announced.

He told journalists: “I was really pleased to be asked but it’s just not for me. They have rang two times since then and even suggested someone from the record label would call us as well.”

Tom said that he’s also been approached to appear on The Voice Kids.

He says he has been playing the guitar since he was six and performing live since he was nine.

Britain’s Got Talent returns to screens in the spring, with auditions for the new series currently under way.

Metempsychosis, 1.

Pairing: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Immortal!AU, Reincarnation!AU + Slight Soulmate!AU / Fluff, Angst + Smut

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None

Summary: Being everlasting certainly has its perks, but loving someone who does not have that privilege and reborn continually is not one of them.

Count: 2838 words.

Note: Thank you, @dimplecoups, for being in my inner circle and reading it over. This will be a three part series, and is told in Jimin’s POV.

Metempsychosis

And yet by death did life procure.

Various of theories are justificatory weaved in regards to our existence—that we either originated from a spiritual entity or created by a grand phenomenon. In the circumstance of a unique individual, he was produced by both; stars run in his veins for he is the embodiment of the galaxies, ethereal in every way. An enigma, some would say, yet was he truly a complex being? For the span of four hundred years, he had witnessed all that history could offer, but there was an uncomplicated reason for his melancholy: where was his moon? Where was his sun and stars, the one who was his celestial beloved? Surely, he was not meant to roam alone.

Or was he?

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