RULES: 1. Answer the new questions given by the previous person 2. Write 11 new questions 3. Tag 11 people ? Got tagged by @tsukuyomiland

1. Your favorite fairytale?

The little mermaid, but the original version, where she dies.

2. Favorite dog breed?

Happy dogs! not inbreed ones, sorry.

3. A car or a motorcycle?

Car! motorcycles are cool, but cars got AC.

4. Favorite fruit?

Mango! Specially Peruvian mango!

5. Do you believe in aliens?

I believe there is more life in the universe, but not that they watch us and control our governments.

6. Your favorite X-Men?


7. Beach or swimming pool?

Swimming pool, the ocean terrifies me.

8. Traditional or digital?

Digital is more forgiving.

9. Romance or adventure?

Romantic Adventure? idk, it depends how the romance or adventure are written. 

10. Least favorite candy?

Jelly beans eeewwwww…

11. Best sword?

Lightsaber, I think are the more useful in almost any situation.

Now my questions are:

1. Pet peeve.

2. What do you stand the best, hot or cold?

3. What do you like to collect?

4. Your happy song.

5. A character that inspires you.

6. Juice or soda?

7. Something from your bucket list (a place you want to visit, something you wanna learn, etc)

8. Afraid of ghosts?

9. Pants or skirts?

10. Penguins with bag packs , yea or nah?

11. Favorite mythological creature.

Tagging: @greenieloveszelink, @syfien, @torchpegasus, @yogfan14, @xdianasaurx, @beardoughnuts, @verieas, @weepycat, @pocketseizure, @cordaxir, @figmentforms-the-human, @tsukuyomiland

Card Exercise to Enhance Psychic Skills

Hey everyone! So what I am sharing with you today is a card exercise that can be used to improve a variety of different skills. Telepathy for spirit communication, intuition, & more! I will explain how with a few different ones later, but feel free to get creative! Best thing about this, is it really only requires a deck of cards, and something to record your answers. The great thing about this exercise is that you can scale the difficulty of it as well!

Items Needed:

  • Deck of Playing Cards
  • Notebook or paper and a pen (to record your answers)

What You Need To Do - Basic Steps

First off, shuffle your deck. Now with your deck shuffled, pull one card from the top, place it face down (no peeking!). Now this is where you can include a spirit companion if you are working on telepathy with them! Keep in mind you can also use this practice to strengthen your other clair-senses as well! Have your companion sit with you and tell you if the card you chose is red or black. Don’t worry about any other thing on the card, just red or black.

If you are trying to strengthen a intuition or anything else, try to feel if the card is red or black instead of telling a companion to tell you.

Tips: Trust your first instinct. You may just feel stronger one way or the other, get a flash of color in your head, or however you may sense it or your companion may hint it to you. Go with your gut!

Make sure to record your answers! With just doing just red & black, you have a 50% chance per card of getting it right, so when you are getting 70-80% right consistently, progress so its a little harder!

Ways To Progress The Exercise

Alright so time to make it a bit harder: progress as follows:

  1. Colors Only (Black/Red)
  2. Suits Only (Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, Spades)
  3. Colors & Suits
  4. Face/Pip Cards Only (Ace, 2, 3, 4, King, etc)
  5. Face/Pip & Colors
  6. Face/Pip & Suits
  7. Exact Cards

Safe time to progress is when you are hitting 60-80% accuracy for the first few. Progress as you feel comfortable on the last few! Good luck!

I was taught this exercise several years ago, so credit goes to whoever really thought of it (I can’t remember who taught it to me!). But I really hope you enjoy this and it helps you!


{Edits made by me :)}


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“In a world without gold, we might have been heroes!”
Pictures made by me :)

anonymous asked:

you said you were working on reading 10 trans and wlw books this year but you didn't mention what they were!

THAT WAS REMISS OF ME, because so far they’ve been mostly friggin’ awesome: 

  • The Abyss Surrounds Us by Emily Skrutskie ♥ (wlw 1/10) – light sci-fi, light dystopian, LESBIAN MOTHERFUCKING PIRATES!!!!!!!!
  • This Is How It Always Is by Laurie Frankel ♥ (trans 1/10) – this is what I was reading when I made that post, and it ended up being the borderline-literary, adult fiction, family + trans kid saga of my dreams
  • Luna by Julie Anne Peters (trans 2/10) – old enough to be considered a Classic of the very small, very niche genre, but is now suuuuper dated compared to everything else on this list (that possibly makes it required reading, tbh) 
  • Beast by Brie Spangler ♥ (trans 3/10) – I absolutely loved this book! it’s ANOTHER boy meets girl ~*~with a secret~*~ (i.e. she’s trans) book but actually really refreshing and lovely 
  • Coffee Boy by Austin Chant (trans 4/10) – this is more of a novella than a novel and also NOTHING HAPPENS but it was still cute
  • We Are Okay by Nina LaCour (wlw 2/10) – a lovely, quiet, sad-but-hopeful book (in which the protagonist just happens to be gay)
  • The Argonauts by Maggie Nelson (trans) – I’m not counting this towards my goal of 10 because it’s a memoir by someone who’s married to a trans man rather than A Novel About A Trans Person, but it was a really great read!
  • Days Without End by Sebastian Barry ♥ (trans 6/10) – one of the most fulfilling Book Surprises of my life was realising that Thomas is trans!!! the cherry on top of an already stunningly beautiful and moving novel 
  • This Is Where It Ends by Marieke Nijkamp (wlw 3/10) – I wasn’t mad about this book, but two of the POV characters are lesbians who’re in a relationship with each other (and iirc they’re the only relationship in the book) so it counts I guess 
  • Hold Your Own by Kate Tempest (trans) – this poem is trans in a THE GODS HATH TVRNED ME INTO A WOMAN way rather than a regular trans way, so I’m not counting it, but it was ELECTRIFYING and I loved it 

{Captain Edward James Kenway my Life is like an Ocean}
{Pictures made by me :) }

Smooth Talker

Edward Kenway x Reader

Request: Ooo can you write a modern flirty edward x shy reader pretty pleeease?

A/N: I’ve already had this in queue, but I’m hoping the drabbles can be up tomorrow.

In your opinion, it was much too loud and the lights offered no aide in trying to see. You were practically feeling your way around, only being satisfied once you sat yourself in an uncomfortable chair in front of the bar. The smell of potent alcohol assaulted your nose as you ordered your drink, looking out towards the crowded dance floor. It was a mass of sweaty, half-naked bodies all grinding up on each other, the scent of sweat and various perfumes almost heavy enough to battle the alcohol you sat near. Truthfully, if it hadn’t been for your friend dragging you here, you would’ve never come. 

But no, you, “Needed a social life, (Y/N),” and, “Sitting inside and reading a book doesn’t count”. You sighed heavily as the bartender placed your glass in front of you, an almost apologetic smile on his face as if he understood what you were going through. You smiled gratefully, swirling the amber liquid around. You weren’t entirely sure what you ordered, not really planning on drinking it so much as using it for a buffer. You’d been in this damn club for a total of 5 minutes and your friend had already left you, you were uncomfortable, and already more than willing to go home. Maybe if you slipped out now your friend would never notice…

“Excuse me,” an accented voice called from by your side. You turned to face him, audibly gulping when you did. He was attractive. He was more than attractive. You must’ve looked quite stupid, eyes tracing down every inch of his tanned skin, up the curve of his strong jaw, along the planes of his chest that were barely visible thanks to the first few buttons popped open on his shirt. Once you realized that you’d probably been staring much too long, you averted your eyes to his disheveled blonde hair. His smirk was evident in his voice when he spoke once more. “Would you like to talk or would you prefer staring at me all day?” Your face had to have been the color of a tomato, the already stuffy club feeling all the more heated.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, not even quite sure if he’d heard over the blaring music.

“No worries, it happens quite often.” You couldn’t stop your lips from twitching up at his arrogant tone, your eyes dropping down to the tanned skin peeking through his white button-down. Did he really need to wear a shirt that tight? “Although, I prefer touching more than looking.” You didn’t see him move, but he was suddenly right by your side, lips only inches from your ear, and hot breath ghosting along your bare skin. Suppressing a shiver, you looked to him in your peripheral vision. His hand was on your stool, his thumb tantalizingly close to your thigh. There was a certain amount of assurance in his stance as his jean-clad knees were hovering by your own. Your eyes met his, something that you immediately regretted. In the darkness of the club, they were practically glowing, clear and full of desire. “Edward,” he whispered, startling you out of your observation.

“W-what?” You silently cursed yourself for being so meek, the quiver in your voice only seeming to encourage him further. Salt, alcohol, and an underlying scent of crisp sage danced around you as he spoke again, his voice a little louder this time.

“My name’s Edward Kenway, lass. What’s yours?” Your name? What was your name? Your eyes were wide and panicked, your mind barely functional in this man’s presence. He looked like he was chiseled by gods and he wanted to know your name?

“(Y/N),” you squeaked, praying your voice didn’t sound nearly as weak as it did to your ears. You guessed it must have, if his low chuckle was anything to go by. The sound sent shivers down your spine, his breath caressing your cheek.

“A pleasure.” His warm hand found yours, lifting it to his mouth. He winked, keeping his pale lips plastered to your hand all the while. It felt electric, the barest touch arousing you more than you cared to admit. A wide, cocky grin was pasted onto his face as he delicately placed your hand back by your side, your disappointment evident at the loss of his lips.

“Uh,” you paused, looking for the word, “Likewise.” He looked to you hungrily, his knees that were once inches from your own, now rested against yours. The hand that had been near your thigh had moved closer so he was touching you there as well. It set your body alight with something akin to desire, the look in his eyes downright sinful. You swallowed thickly, watching each of his movements with interest as he dragged his wet tongue along his lips tortuously slow, clearly trying to rouse a response out of you. Unconsciously, you delivered, your own tongue darting out to lick your lips.

“What do you say to getting out of here?” He asked suddenly, startling you out of your own daydream. You held back the groan of disappointment, choosing to answer him instead.

“Huh?” Okay, it wasn’t exactly an answer, but how were you supposed to form coherent sentences when he was looking at you like that? His eyes were half lidded, the cerulean blue being swallowed in a sea of black. His lips were shining, the low light outlining his features perfectly. He was like sex in human form, his smirk telling you he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“It’s too loud in here to have a conversation,” he drawled. “Besides, I’d like to get to know you more intimately.” There was a dark underlying in his tone, the word intimately having much too emphasis for your liking. Or did you enjoy it? That was something you’d rather not find out. Or maybe you did want to find out. You opened your mouth to deny the offer, clicking your mouth shut when a breathy, “Yes,” tumbled out in its place. That damn infuriating smirk was back on his lips, eyes shining playfully like he knew you slipped up.

“Shall we then?” He asked huskily, not moving from his spot until he was sure you were following. You swallowed your fear, nodding hesitantly. Damn him. Damn his looks. Damn his smirk. And damn his smooth talking.