1. Keep a journal where you record all your different thoughts, feelings and ideas. Look for patterns and consistency – ideas that grab you and get stronger over time.
2. Explore new passions, interests and hobbies. Some of those will stick and intensify; others will slowly fade and disappear.
3. Step outside your comfort zone and try and break with your old routine. That will lead you in different directions, release creative thoughts, and spark some fresh ideas.
4. Talk to people to get different perspectives, and listen to their feedback, and points of view.
5. Have the self-confidence to listen to your heart, and work of developing your creativity.
6. Review your current goals – and how much they mean to you. Ask yourself: Do you still feel motivated, energised and inspired?
7. Surround yourself with people who are optimistic, positive, affirming, and who want the best for you. Also, it may help to widen your circle of friends as that helps to uncover different aspects of yourself.
The key to master a stellium is to over-correct until you’re comfortable with expressing traits opposite of what comes to you naturally.
If you’re terrified of being alone, you should spend as much time by yourself as possible. If you find it natural to put yourself first, you should try prioritizing other people as much as possible. If you hate leaving your house, you really should get out more.
Think of a scale weighted heavily on one side. You have to consciously, painstakingly add mass to the other end- hypothetical mass equivalent to that of celestial bodies- to find some semblance of balance.
1st house: focus on other people, develop relationships, practice selflessness and empathy, look at the world from someone else’s eyes, look at other people as you would look at yourself, try hiding your emotions and intentions
2nd house: dig deeper, practice spirituality, detach from the world and your possessions as much as possible, rebel against tradition, practice generosity, don’t indulge vanity
3rd house: hold your tongue, listen, speak as little as possible, treat your siblings well, objectively revise your writing, don’t place excessive importance on grades
4th house: leave home, break from your family, detach from your emotions, acknowledge and dismiss your paranoid insecurities, be as direct as possible
5th house: shine the spotlight on other people, do community service and volunteer work, find a group of friends, avoid casual dating/sex, manage your ego and desire for attention
6th house: focus on the spiritual and subconscious, break your routine, prioritize your soul over your body, break rules, try drugs, avoid judging people, be more impulsive, get your nerves under control
7th house: seek solitude, be as independent as possible, put yourself first, practice selfishness, ignore others’ opinions, embrace your flaws, befriend your enemies
8th house: approach life practically, practice fiscal responsibility, avoid passion/jealousy, control obsessive tendencies, be careful when dealing with the occult/supernatural
9th house: spend more time at home, avoid drinking, gambling, and superficial friendships, try to be more responsible, practice thinking logically instead of philosophically, be careful when dealing with religion
10th house: develop hobbies and friendships, spend more time with family, stop caring so much about your reputation, aim to please yourself and do what you want rather than trying to prove something to the world
11th house: develop individuality, don’t let tie your identity to groups, think for yourself, don’t do things just because “it’s the norm,” spend less time on social media, stop trying so hard to fit in
12th house: stay grounded, do menial chores, take care of your body, make a conscious effort to eat healthy, shower daily, and exercise, infuse logical observation with emotional intuition
you do a jimin fanfic or something?? Where she has a one night stands with
jimin and has feelings for him and in the morning she realise he is her new
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Warnings: language, sex, drinking
Word Count: 4275(woops)
Authors Note: Some smut for Jimin (my first
bias before Jungkook snatched me lmao). I hope you enjoy it and that it was as
good as you asked for! I got a bit carried away lol, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Let me know if there are errors, feedback is
appreciated, and happy reading! ^^
Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.
Autism Vs Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder: Is This ASD or PTSD ?
@askaboutautism and @undiagnosedautismfeels have gotten quite a few questions regarding autism and PTSD, specifically ones asking about the differences and how to tell if you’re autistic if you’ve also got PTSD. I had troubling finding resources that clearly laid out how the two could look like each other, and also what the differences were when I was first researching autism. It make figuring things out rather difficult. I also got a positive response when asking if anyone would be interested in a post like this, so as an autistic with PTSD, I’ve written up this post.
This post is written with PTSD caused by chronic or long-term trauma (often called Complex or C-PTSD, but is not officially recognized as a dx in the DSM 5) in mind, and obviously influenced by my PTSD. My official dx is PTSD (chronic per the DSM IV and still included on my records as of 2017 for some reason) with dissociative symptoms.
So, here’s the Diagnostic criteria for Autism Spectrum Disorder pulled
off the CDC website. With examples of both how PTSD could resemble the
ASD criteria, and how being autistic would fulfill the criteria. These are by no
means exhaustive or iron-clad, they are simply a starting point.
With your new perspective in the flirting game, how will you grow closer with Jughead? Betty and Veronica decide to intervene in a dangerous way.
Words: 1, 378 (sorry it’s a bit long!)
Warnings: swearing, angst
You guys all voiced you wanted part three of (what is planned to be) ten tonight, so here it is! Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to post my first requested fic and part four, but please don’t be super disappointed if I don’t get part four up tomorrow. Alright, please enjoy, I love you guys. :) <3 - Juggie xx
When you woke up that Wednesday morning your whole body already seemed to be shaking with nerves. Breaking apart from your usual routine of putting on some jeans and a t-shirt you were going to stun the boy of your dreams with a cute, form-fitting dress.
Knowing you’d want to chicken out you had texted Betty the night before, who agreed to dress up a little so you wouldn’t feel so out of place. You woke up early, leaving yourself time to do some smokey eye makeup, perfect your eyeliner, and topped off the look with your signature pair of high top chucks. You’d soon realize none of that could prepare you for how things would go down today.
You were at your locker, playing with your hair and waiting for Jughead. Since you had first period together he would walk you every morning. “(Y/N)?”
You turned and smiled at him, your heart faltering a little at his confused face. ‘Hey Juggie! Like my new look?’ “Hey Jug.”
He smiled back at you, “Is something going on today? You’re all dolled up.”
'Do you like it? I did it for you.’ “Um, no. No, I just wanted, Betty and I decided to both look nicer today, just because.”
He looked you up and down, “Oh, okay then. Just seems a bit odd for you.”
You both began to walk towards your English class, and you felt yourself begin to panic. 'Do you think I’m incapable of being pretty?’ “What do you mean?”
“Well this seems more like a Veronica thing, you usually don’t go out of your way for your style.”
He turned his face to look at you, “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s just different.”
“It’s fine Jug, I get it.” Does he think she’s prettier?
He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, not wanting to examine more and make the conversation more awkward. During English you kept to yourself, not bothering to try flirting with the boy who wounded your spirits this morning.
By lunch you had enough time to recover from the morning’s talk and sat next to Jughead at the gang’s table outside. You were the only two to show up so far, so you decided it was the perfect time to begin phase two: the touch. You placed your hand on his shoulder to get his attention from his laptop, but that had failed as he kept typing away anyways. You continued on despite his reaction, “How’s it coming?”
He didn’t answer, just kept typing out his thoughts. You removed your hand suddenly feeling very insecure for the billionth time today, maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered right now. You saw Archie, Veronica and Betty making their way over until they finally sat with you, saving you from this awkward encounter. Archie smiled showing his perfect pearly whites, “What’s up guys?”
Jughead immediately looked up and smiled at his best friend, “Nothing much. How was the music lesson with your new teacher?”
Oh. You felt your confidence take another blow, and you couldn’t stop your face from showing your emotions of rejection and hurt. Betty immediately took notice and texted you under the table.
From B: What’s wrong? :(
To B: Jughead has been acting odd, and just now he’s started ignoring me.
From B: Maybe it’s the outfit, maybe it’s making him notice you differently?
To B: The only thing he’s noticed is that it’d look better on Ronnie.
Betty shot you a confused look and you tried to fight the tears threatening to fall. Today has been a disaster. Veronica spoke up, taking the group’s attention away from their previous conversation, “Hey, secrets don’t make friends.” She smiled at Betty.
Betty quickly retorted, “Good thing we aren’t sharing secrets.”
Archie rose an eyebrow, “Are you alright (Y/N)?”
You thanked every power you could think of because Betty had given you enough time to recover. “Yes, why? Do I have something in my eye?”
“No, just worried.”
Veronica smirked, obviously up to no good. “So (Y/N), last chance to decide if you want to be a Vixen, are you coming after school today?”
Is that what you needed? Would that be how you would catch Jughead’s eye like Veronica had? You smiled brightly at her, your answer shocking the others. “Sure, why not?”
He didn’t ignore you this time. Jug turned to face you, “What made you change your mind?”
You dared to face him, even though it still stung. “I don’t know, it might be fun.”
The others had continued on with other topics but he whispered to you, “Why are you suddenly changing so much? Why are you trying to be like them?”
Gathering your courage, you managed to make your voice unwavering. “I’m not trying to be like anyone Jug, I’m trying to do nice things for myself.”
He scoffed, “Bullshit.”
“Why is it so hard to believe that maybe I want to look nice? That I want to be a Vixen?”
“Because I’ve been best friends with you for as long as I can remember, and the (Y/N) I know would much rather spend their Friday nights wearing sweats and watching movies over getting dolled up for a football game and cheering for meat-head jocks who look at you and see only a score and not a person.”
You blood was boiling, “Well people change Jughead, I’m sorry.” You stood up and stormed away, not being able to handle the conversation any longer. Ronnie was right, he had an exquisite way with words, and just then his words really cut into your heart. Why were you two butting heads so much today? The chemistry between the two of you and standing firm through your friendship was so natural, but right now you couldn’t bear to look at him.
You headed to the student lounge to find Kevin, who must have gotten a text from B or V as he immediately stood up and opened up his arms to give you a hug. You ran into his arms and cried, goddamn Jug can be so frustrating.
Kevin stroked your hair, “Calm down (Y/N). Everyone goes through a rough patch every once in a while. You and your moody loverboy will be okay.”
You pulled away from his chest for a second, “Kev?”
At the Vixens practice you explained to Betty and Veronica what all had happened today, and they shared their apologies and encouraging words. You couldn’t shake away the dark cloud that seemed to follow you; you couldn’t stand Jug being mad at you. Taking heed to his words from lunch, you decided not to join the cheer leading squad. And you went home, and cried and cried, and took off the cursed dress that seemed to trigger your misfortune.
Betty and Veronica had different plans for after practice.
They would conspire and concoct a scheme so wild yet so logical that it would have to get you and Jughead together. Was it morally right? That didn’t matter. Could it backfire? Hell yes. But would they do it if they thought it would push you to admit your feelings? Would they flirt with the boy you loved if they thought it would lead you to confessing to him?
From Juggie: Hey, please don’t be mad at me (Y/N). I’m sorry I freaked out earlier, I’m not good at adjusting to change. If you want to be a Vixen, do it.
To Juggie: I’m not going to be a Vixen.
From Juggie: Thank god, I was going to throw a fit if your cheer leading got in the way of our movie nights.
To Juggie: Do you want to come over and watch a movie tomorrow? I just got La La Land :)
From Juggie: Sure, but don’t think this means I am suddenly a huge fan of musicals. We are watching Rebel Without A Cause the next time. :P
From Juggie: “Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.” - John F. Kennedy. Good night (Y/N).
To Juggie: Good night Jug
Unsent: You really hurt me today..
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For me, the whole point of being productive revolves around getting up early. When I get up around 10AM or later I feel lost and disorganised, but I feel the same way when I don’t get enough sleep. Here’s a few tips to avoid this:
Yeah I know, I always say this. My classes start at 7:30AM, which means I have to get up at 6:00 AM. I plan the rest of my activities around this. If I want to get 8-9 hours of sleep I go to bed around 10PM. I try to follow this schedule as often as I can, and it’s really helpful.
My classes finsh at 2PM which means I have 8 hours to study, workout, read and rest. If you plan your time you’ll be able to do everything you want during the day.
2. Good quality sleep.
Those 8 hours of sleep mean nothing if you don’t sleep well. What really helps me:
-Showers- I honestly don’t have time for baths every night but I always take a shower.
-Water- Staying hydrated during the day is really important and helpful.
-Stay away from phones, computers, TVs at least and hour before going to bed.
-Don’t keep your phone near your head while you sleep. Leave it on the shelf or if you don’t have one keep it on the floor.
-Clean sheets- I think this is an obvious one, and it’s just about hygiene it’s more comfortable when the sheets are soft and smell nice.
What to do when you had to get up early, but didn’t get enough sleep:
Eat- have a good/healthy meal to make sure you don’t feel dizzy or tired later.
WATER- drink as much as you need.
And if you really have to- take a nap. I usally avoid this because it kinda breaks my routine but your well being is more important than some schedule.
You groaned in frustration, cursing the snoring hunter passed out on the couch under your breath. It was like the sound bounced off the walls in the tiny motel room, cocooning you, forcing its way through the channels of your ears and pierced your very brain. Why couldn’t he fall asleep on his side for once. Looking over at where Sam and Dean were sleeping head to toe on the other twin bed, backs to each other, you had to wonder how they could sleep through it. But then again this had been their childhood, to them it was probably just white noise. Sure your dad would snore after a night of binge drinking when he came back from a hunt, but you could always sneak into the living room and turn the old man lying on the couch over on his side. You stared blankly up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to walk over there and shrug John awake. However, deep down you knew you would never dare. John was not the kind of man whose sleep you disturbed.
With a set jaw, Dean crosses the street, slamming the car door shut.
He just sits there, staring out the window as he shakes his head.
He finally gets a witness, and you refuse to help.
Sure, the sketch would be enough to get a warrant, but a sketch only goes so far in court, If he wanted to put Zazel away for good, and take Crowley down with him, he needed your help.
He slams his hand against the wheel.
“Damn it!” He yells, his anger reverberating through the empty car.
With a shake of his head, he puts the key in the ignition and starts the car, heading back to HQ with exactly what he had the day before–nothing.
You sit your tea down and switch on your tv, desperately trying to drown out your thoughts.
You had always wished something would happen and break up your mundane routine: sleep, work, exercise, the occasional date or night out with friends–which was far and in between now that you were the only single friend in your group–then back at it the next day.
You always loved crime show and movies and thought it would be exciting to be a detective; getting to chase down criminals, helping victims, coming into work never knowing what would be thrown at you that day.
But now you were a part of every crime movie you loved, and you just wanted out. You suddenly regretted always questioning your quiet life.
You wanted it, so you got it. Big time.
You shake your head and push yourself off the couch, needing to move.
You knew Agent Winchester was right; you had a chance to do something great for a lot of people. But no matter how boring your life was, you still wanted a chance to live it. You’d rather sit at a desk all day, working on spreadsheets, than going down in a hail of gunfire. No matter how climatic it was.
You just hoped that refusing to testify was enough to keep you safe.
Our french mistake is not a mistake - Dean Winchester x Reader
Title: Our french mistake is not a mistake (Way too long title. Not really good either, but it will make sense in the end)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word count: 2,517
Summary: The french mistake is taking place not in season 6 but in season 9, with Dean having The mark of Cain, you accompanying the brothers in their journey in another universe and a slight twist that nobody expects. Balthazar sends you all in another place for a different reason than in the show.
A/N: Was planning on uploading this a lot later but I want to give you something nice when my birthday, next week, comes and I really want you to like it. Just a beautifully sad and cute story as a gift to you on my birthday. Anyway, really hope you enjoy this! xx’
“CUT!” somebody’s voice was heard and you, Dean and Sam all looked up around you. You were all confused at seeing that you were not outside Bobby’s house, just like you thought you’d be after jumping out of the window.
“Jensen, Jared, (Y/n) amazing job guys! We’re taking a five minute break till we start the next scene!” the same voice was heard and you frowned at hearing your name being called. You didn’t know the man that sat on the chair and gave the instructions but he obviously knew you.
And who the hell were Jensen and Jared?!
“Oh no” Sam let out a breath and you turned to look at him frowning.
“Come on! You’ve got to be kidding me, right?! Where the hell are we now?!” Dean shouted frustrated and you turned to look at him with a worried look.
“Dean, what’s going on?” you asked and he merely groaned “Are you alright?” you added and he nodded.
“Yes, I am. Balthazar on the other hand will be dead meat when I get him on my hands!” he groaned and you frowned.
“What has Balthazar to do with…” you started but trailed off as soon as realization down on you.
“He sent us in another freaking universe?!” you screamed in shock, earning a few weird looks from members of the crew.
“No shit Sherlock!” he retorted and you merely glared at him.
“Hey, it’s not my fault. I’m not the one that pissed him off after all!” you pointed a finger at him and he just rolled his eyes.
“So what do we do now?” Sam asked, looking at you.
“Well, I think we should find out a few things about this place and-” you started but were cut off by a man coming by your side.
“Jensen, Jared, (Y/n). Come on guys, we need to start the next scene in a few seconds. Get a move” he said and before either one of you could say anything, he slapped Dean’s ass.
Sam’s and your eyes widened, and you had a hard time not laughing at the shock written all over Dean’s face.
“Come on” he said and this time you and Sam burst out laughing at seeing Dean run as fast as possible towards where the man pointed, clearly fearing that the guy would repeat his previous action.
You followed Dean, all the while looking around you and trying to understand where you might be. What surprised you even more was the fact that the place where the man had told you to go was… the main room of the bunker.
“What… the hell?” you breathed out, looking around you with wide eyes.
“What the actual hell is this place?” Dean said.
“The… bunker?” Sam said with confusion, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Ok listen up, folks. We’re going to have to postpone shooting this scene for a while. Some technical problems. You just wait for a while til we fix them.” the same man that was in the chair spoke now.
Before any of you could say anything, you felt yourselves being dragged to different directions. You were pulled away by some girl, who made you sit in front of a mirror before she started putting make up on you. Or more like removing some make up from you and reapplying some, in a better way this time. The weird thing was that… you didn’t remember having put on any make up this morning. Or even these days, for that matter.
You could no longer see Dean or Sam, and couldn’t either find them after the girl let you leave. You searched and searched but only managed to spot… Castiel?
“Cas? Cas!” you exclaimed as he turned to look at you and you run towards him.
“Oh dear, you have no idea how happy I am to see you Cas.” you said and wrapped your arms tightly around him.
What surprised you, though, was the fact that he wrapped his arms around you, too.
You pulled away and looked at him frowning, but brushed the thought off “Cas you ok?” you asked with a small smile.
“Oh yeah, I’m perfectly fine. (Y/n).” he winked at you and you frowned more.
You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by Cas chuckling “Man, what’s wrong with all of you today? Jensen and Jared acted all weird just a few seconds ago and-” he started but you cut him off.
“Who the hell are you?” you all-but-shouted, immediately pulling away from him.
The guy, obviously not Castiel, looking at you with a funny face “Uh Misha? Your co-star and overlord?” it came out more like a question.
“Are you ok (Y/n)? How come my biggest and most favorite minion forgot me?” he put a hand on your forehead looking at you with a small fake pout. Though there still was some worry in his eyes.
“Uh yeah, yeah I’m fine… Misha” you said his name reluctantly and he grinned.
Man, it was so weird to see him smile like that.
“Can you, uhm, tell me where Jensen and Jared went?” you asked, trying to seem believable.
“Oh they went at the set. Come with me, that’s where I’m heading” he grinned more and put a hand around your shoulders, leading you to where Sam and Dean were.
You smiled at him, though it was more of an awkward and uncomfortable smile than a relaxed one. He frowned at your weird behavior for a split second but it was soon replaced by his usual grin.
“Of all the things he could come up with, he sent us in a universe where we are actors?!” you heard Dean groan and immediately broke free from fake Castiel’s grasp. Giving him a polite smile and making your way towards Dean and Sam.
“Yeah, well what’s even more weird is the fact that since it is Balthazar we’re talking about and not Gabriel, this… is real. This does exist but we did not know it… till now, at least” Sam said shrugging and Dean groaned more.
“How do we get out of here though?” you asked as you approached them and they both turned to look at you.
“We don’t know” Sam sighed, shaking his head.
“We have to leave immediately, though. I mean, first I see Baby broken into pieces. Then I find out I am a painted whore. After that I learn that my name is Jensen freaking Ackles. I mean, really?! What’s wrong with names here? A-and you are something called a Jared Padalecki? You’re Polish and we’re not even related! And as if those were not enough, we find out that our lives are a freaking TV show in which we actually have to act! I mean come on! Really?!” Dean whined and you had a really hard time not bursting out laughing. It sounded all so surreal but it was in fact real.
Silence followed for a while but then your snickering broke it.
Sam gave you a bitch face and you just shrugged innocently “Sorry it’s just… Padalecki? Ackles? And you’re actors? This is just pure gold, guys! We have to stay here for a while” you said and laughed.
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want (Y/n), but if I’m not mistaken you’re an actor as well. Which means that you are going to have to act too” Dean said, trying to get you to be less happy about your situation because it was clearly getting on his nerves.
“Eh, fine by me. It would be fun anyway” you shrugged and it seemed to tick him off more. “Whatever” he groaned more.
He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by somebody’s voice “Ok guys, take your places. We’re getting started” he said and a woman pushed you out of the setting.
Dean groaned more, clearly irritated by the whole situation, but took his place nonetheless. He didn’t seen really happy about everything that was going on and you knew very well that he actually wasn’t. The fact that he still had The mark of Cain had a big effect on him. It made him see everything that was happening just as something tiring and nothing else. Just an extra burden, having to go through all of this just because Balthazar wanted to play games with them. Something that would just make him even more of a wreck. Tired and not have the strength to go through anything, to do anything. Which is why you also wanted to stay for a while at this place.
You could clearly see the effect that The mark had on Dean and it totally broke you, seeing the man you loved more than anything being torn apart on the inside. He didn’t know how you felt about him and you were never going to admit your feelings to him. You were afraid that he did not feel the same and that would make things totally messed up if you said anything. The only thing you could do was be there for him. Talking hours on end about how he felt and comforting him when he had had too much drinks and was on the verge of giving up. Every time you were there. Ready to hold him and listen to him saying things that he was most afraid of, things that he never even said to Sam. You just were there when he needed you. Even when he didn’t speak. You just had to look into his eyes to see the pain he felt on the inside to know that he needed you. He needed you to hold him and comfort him that everything was going to be ok. It was not going to be ok, really, but you had convinced yourself, hoping, that that’s how it was going to be.
Trying every time you got the chance to make him laugh. Rarely managing to see him smile sincerely, even if it was for a few seconds, but actually achieving it. And that’s why you were also excited about this little journey of yours in another universe. You hoped that it would be a break from your routine and the constant hunting and it would be good for Dean to relax even for just a while. Something to take his mind off of things and even… make him feel a little bit better. You were really hoping to achieve that. Because even if it wasn’t really obvious, you could see that Dean was in a… good mood. Making jokes and all. Not that he wouldn’t be like that before you got here but, it just seemed as if Dean was truly in a good mood. Hell, he even seemed to be enjoying the whole acting thing. Even though he complained about it.
You smiled at seeing him try to act but fail miserably. He tried to make a stern face, but ended up doing something that looked more like of a duck face than Dean-expression. You put a hand in front of your face as he missed to say his line once again. Even after the director tried to help him more than once or twice he still failed to remember what he had to say or when to do so. You put a hand in front of your mouth to muffle your laughter at seeing Misha push away the make up artist before she could even finish her work. That man was totally crazy. Definitely not how you imagined the actor playing Castiel to be. Not that you even had imagined your lives being a TV show. No, never.
“If-if there is a key, then -then there must be-” Sam said, making weird motions with his hands.
“CUT!” the director, Robert you had found out his name was, shouted exasperated.
“What the hell is wrong with you guys today?!” he asked with a groan and Sam and Dean remained silent, not saying a single thing.
“Yeah, really. I thought you were pretending and all, but guys this is crazy even for me.” Misha said and sighed “You haven’t gotten even one scene right. What’s wrong anyway?” he added, frowning.
Dean and Sam looked at each other, eyes almost wide. Just like yours. The laugh had faded away and the smile vanished from your face. You had to come up with something really quick. Something. Anything to clear out any suspicions and break the way-too-awkward silence.
A beeping sound was heard and then a sigh. Robert spoke up.
“Doesn’t matter, anyway.” he said “That’s it for today guys. Shooting’s over.” he shouted to everybody else and sighs of relief could be heard all around, along with some “Finally"s.
Robert came up to you and put a hand on your shoulder "You better get those two to get some rest (Y/n). I don’t know what’s gotten into them today but I certainly don’t like it. So, please, make sure that they relax and do whatever needed to get them back in action. Please” he said and you gave him a small smile.
“Don’t worry, Bob. I’m sure it’s going to over by tomorrow” you said and he nodded with a sigh.
You started making your way towards Sam and Dean before Bob’s voice stopped you “Oh (Y/n)” you turned to look at him “Genevieve said they’ll be here in a while.” he said and you frowned. You did not understand what he meant, or who Genevieve even was, but nodded nonetheless. Faking a small smile. You turned and walked towards Dean and Sam.
“What did he say?” Sam asked referring to yours and Bob’s previous conversation.
“He asked for me to sort-of keep an eye on you two. He didn’t seem to be suspecting anything, so that’s good. But we’d better just get going” you said and Dean nodded immediately.
“Yeah, I totally agree with that one. Let’s get outta here. Now!” he said and immediately made his way out of the set. You and Sam quickly following suit.
“What, didn’t you enjoy it?” you asked sarcastically and he just glared at you.
“It’s not as enjoyable as it seems” he grumbled and Sam quickly added a “Yeah”
“It did take your mind off of things, though. Hm?” you mumbled slowly and he looked at you. A blank, tired-looking expression on his face.
He let out a sigh, looking down as you walked and then back at you, a small smile forming on his lips “Yeah, yeah it did”
You smiled softly at him and he looked at you with the same gaze.
“I’m glad then” you mumbled, brushing a hand on his arm. You locked eyes for a while, just gazing at each other. Forgetting about everything and everyone.
“Uhm guys?” Sam’s voice broke your staring and you Dean quickly broke eye contact, realizing how weird that must have seemed.
Dean looked at Sam who had a bewildered look on his face. Though it was not about what had just happened between you and Dean.
When did you realise you’d forgotten it? I’m guessing you didn’t just smack your forehead and exclaim ‘damn’ apropos of nothing. The realisation probably didn’t dawn on you spontaneously. More likely, you reached for your phone, pawing open your pocket or handbag, and were momentarily confused by it not being there. Then you did a mental restep of the morning’s events.
In my case, my phone’s alarm woke me up as normal but I realised the battery was lower than I expected. It was a new phone and it had this annoying habit of leaving applications running that drain the battery overnight. So, I put it on to charge while I showered instead of into my bag like normal. It was a momentary slip from the routine but that was all it took. Once in the shower, my brain got back into ‘the routine’ it follows every morning and that was it.
This wasn’t just me being clumsy, as I later researched, this is a recognised brain function. Your brain doesn’t just work on one level, it works on many. Like, when you’re walking somewhere, you think about your destination and avoiding hazards, but you don’t need to think about keeping your legs moving properly. If you did, the entire world would turn into one massive hilarious QWOP cosplay. I wasn’t thinking about regulating my breathing, I was thinking whether I should grab a coffee on the drive to work (I did). I wasn’t thinking about moving my breakfast through my intestines, I was wondering whether I’d finish on time to pick up my daughter Emily from nursery after work or get stuck with another late fee. This is the thing; there’s a level of your brain that just deals with routine, so that the rest of the brain can think about other things.
Think about it. Think about your last commute. What do you actually remember? Little, if anything, probably. Most common journeys blur into one, and recalling any one in particular is scientifically proven to be difficult. Do something often enough and it becomes routine. Keep doing it and it stops being processed by the thinking bit of the brain and gets relegated to a part of the brain dedicated to dealing with routine. Your brain keeps doing it, without you thinking about it. Soon, you think about your route to work as much as you do keeping your legs moving when you walk. As in, not at all.
Most people call it autopilot. But there’s danger there. If you have a break in your routine, your ability to remember and account for the break is only as good as your ability to stop your brain going into routine mode. My ability to remember my phone being on the counter is only as reliable as my ability to stop my brain entering ‘morning routine mode’ which would dictate that my phone is actually in my bag. But I didn’t stop my brain entering routine mode. I got in the shower as normal. Routine started. Exception forgotten.
My brain was back in the routine. I showered, I shaved, the radio forecast amazing weather, I gave Emily her breakfast and loaded her into the car (she was so adorable that morning, she complained about the ‘bad sun’ in the morning blinding her, saying it stopped her having a little sleep on the way to nursery) and left. That was the routine. It didn’t matter that my phone was on the counter, charging silently. My brain was in the routine and in the routine my phone was in my bag. This is why I forgot my phone. Not clumsiness. Not negligence. Nothing more my brain entering routine mode and over-writing the exception.
I left for work. It’s a swelteringly hot day already. The bad sun had been burning since before my traitorously absent phone woke me. The steering wheel was burning hot to the touch when I sat down. I think I heard Emily shift over behind my driver’s seat to get out of the glare. But I got to work. Submitted the report. Attended the morning meeting. It’s not until I took a quick coffee break and reached for my phone that the illusion shattered. I did a mental restep. I remembered the dying battery. I remembered putting it on to charge. I remembered leaving it there. My phone was on the counter.
Again, therein lies the danger. Until you have that moment, the moment you reach for your phone and shatter the illusion, that part of the brain is still in routine mode. It has no reason to question the facts of the routine; that’s why it’s a routine. Attrition of repetition. It’s not as if anyone could say ‘why didn’t you remember your phone? Didn’t it occur to you? How could you forget? You must be negligent’; this is to miss the point. My brain was telling me the routine was completed as normal, despite the fact that it wasn’t. It wasn’t that I forgot my phone. According to my brain, according to the routine, my phone was in my bag. Why would I think to question it? Why would I check? Why would I suddenly remember, out of nowhere, that my phone was on the counter? My brain was wired into the routine and the routine was that my phone was in my bag.
The day continued to bake. The morning haze gave way to the relentless fever heat of the afternoon. Tarmac bubbled. The direct beams of heat threatened to crack the pavement. People swapped coffees for iced smoothies. Jackets discarded, sleeves rolled up, ties loosened, brows mopped. The parks slowly filled with sunbathers and BBQ’s. Window frames threatened to warp. The thermometer continued to swell. Thank fuck the offices were air conditioned.
But, as ever, the furnace of the day gave way to a cooler evening. Another day, another dollar. Still cursing myself for forgetting my phone, I drove home. The days heat had baked the inside of the car, releasing a horrible smell from somewhere. When I arrived on the driveway, the stones crunching comfortingly under my tyres, my wife greeted me at the door.
As if the phone wasn’t bad enough. After everything I’d left Emily at the fucking nursery after all. I immediately sped back to the nursery. I got to the door and started practising my excuses, wondering vainly if I could charm my way out of a late fee. I saw a piece of paper stuck to the door.
“Due to vandalism overnight, please use side door. Today only.”
Overnight? What? The door was fine this morni-.
I froze. My knees shook.
Vandals. A change in the routine.
My phone was on the counter.
I hadn’t been here this morning.
My phone was on the counter.
I’d driven past because I was drinking my coffee. I’d not dropped off Emily.
My phone was on the counter.
She’d moved her seat. I hadn’t seen her in the mirror.
My phone was on the counter.
She’d fallen asleep out of the bad sun. She didn’t speak when I drove past her nursery.
My phone was on the counter.
She’d changed the routine.
My phone was on the counter.
She’d changed the routine and I’d forgotten to drop her off.
My phone was on the counter.
9 hours. That car. That baking sun. No air. No water. No power. No help. That heat. A steering wheel too hot to touch.
I walked to the car door. Numb. Shock.
I opened the door.
My phone was on the counter and my daughter was dead.
(A/N): I accidentally went ham on this request sorry
Another morning had arrived, beckoning you to awake from the comfort of your fortress of blankets and stuffed animals and lug yourself to school yet again. Life was slowing down for you, each day becoming another chore to trudge through. You’d made friends with the most wonderful group of eleven boys, and seeing them at school undoubtedly gave you relief from the rut of everyday life. However, every day it was the same conversation. The one gram of free time your were allowed to have with your friends, was also becoming a sickening routine. What you needed more than anything else, was a little change.
You somehow managed to drag your feet, one after the other, to school again. Hearing the all-too-familiar sounds of Jeonghan being mowed down by an ocean of freshman girls and Chan’s sneakers squeaking on the tile floor as he moonwalked to class, you stopped for a while in the school lobby. A quick break just to catch your breath was all you were aiming for, however with the swift appearance of Joshua at your side, it became clear that a quick break was not what you were getting.
“Good morning, (Y/N).” He said sincerely.
“Hey Josh, what’s up?” You asked in response.
Taking note of of your friend’s unusual outfit choice in addition to the giant sheet of poster paper in his hand, you added, “What’s all this for?”
Adjusting his white tie and straightening out the sleeves of his pale blue dress shirt, Joshua replied, “I’m running for senior class president.”
“Yep, I’ve been planning this for two months now and I’m finally going to start hanging up my posters today.”
With the ringing of the first period bell, you wished Joshua a final “good luck” and headed to class.
An excruciating eight periods later, you found yourself trudging to the cafeteria for your lunch period. Deciding to take an “adventurous” break from your routine, you stopped at the vending machine to buy a water bottle. Out of the corner of your eye, you could just barely make out what seemed to be two new students. You turned to face them, realizing you’d never seen them before, so it must’ve been their first week. One of the new kids, a slender boy with an innocent face, noticed your gaze and waved at you. Waving back, you smiled to yourself, noting how friendly the boy was. The other new student, a older-looking boy with broad shoulders, simply walked away with an indifferent expression on his face. You tried not to be bothered, though you couldn’t help but think that his disinterest was a bit rude.
Continuing your trek to the cafeteria, you spotted Joshua as soon as you entered the room.
Plopping down in the seat across from him, you heard him say, “You look tired. Long week?”
“You have no idea,” You replied, setting your backpack down on the floor, “I feel like this week has lasted a year.”
Sensing a sudden presence, you turned around to see Mingyu approaching the table. Beside him stood the two new students you’d seen before.
“Hey guys, these are the exchange students from China, Minghao and Junhui.”
Mingyu gestured for the two boys to sit down, and they complied whilst greeting you and Joshua.
“Hi, my name is Minghao.” Said the shorter of the two, an infectious smile upon his face.
“I’m Junhui.” Said the taller with the simple wave of a hand.
You exchanged glances with Joshua, trying to telepathically tell him what had happened at the vending machine earlier. Then, as if stumbling upon a stampede, the rest of your friend group trickled into the cafeteria. The only member of the group of eleven, now thirteen, guys who didn’t share the same lunch period as everyone else was Jeonghan. Though, at that point, Seungcheol was also missing from the group gathering even though he did have eighth period lunch.
Just then, the final piece of the puzzle came bursting into the room.
“JISOO, I’M RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT.” Exclaimed the breathless Seungcheol.
“We’re dead.” Seungkwan casually stated.
As chaos began to emerge among the boys, Seunghceol explained his predicament further. People were screaming left and right, Seokmin even joking about World War III.
“Why don’t you guys just go work this out with the chemistry teacher?” Suggested the ever-calm Wonwoo.
“Yeah,” Jihoon chimed in, “Jisoo is great at chemistry and charming teachers. You guys can figure out the best solution for everyone.”
With that, the two presidential candidates exited the cafeteria together, seeking out the chemistry teacher.
“Do you think Jisoo’s actually going to tutor him?” Asked Seungkwan sarcastically.
The entirety of the table shook their heads in unison.
“Speaking of tutoring,” Soonyoung began, “Junhui isn’t doing great in our Korean class. Jihoon, would you mind helping him out?”
“Sorry, but I really have to prepare for my youth choir audition.” Jihoon responded apologetically.
“(Y/N), don’t you have straight A’s in that class?” Asked Vernon.
Hearing this, Soonyoung turned to direct his attention to you, with lightning fast reflexes.
“Would you be willing to tutor Junhui?” Soonyoung half asked, half pleaded.
Switching your gaze to Junhui, you took note of how awkward he looked. You felt sorry for him, having to make new friends in a new country.
“Sure, why not?” You answered.
You expected Junhui’s face to light up, or at least show some sign of feeling grateful. Yet, his expression remained the same.
“Let’s meet on Saturday at 3:00pm, okay?” You said.
With the tutoring plans finalized, everyone comfortably went to their classes once the period ended.
Walking into your final class of the week, you noticed that the usual teacher was gone, and there was a different teacher taking attendance at the computer. Through your peripheral vision, you noticed Jeonghan frantically waving his hands at you, motioning for you to sit next to him.
Putting down your backpack and sitting at the desk, you asked, “What’s up with you, Jeonghan?”
“Before the exchange students got here,” He started, “My history teacher asked me to email one of them. His name is Junhui and we actually got really close. And now that he’s finally here, he invited me to a kung fu performance on Sunday.”
“Oh, I know Junhui.” You stated, accepting the packet that the sub handed you.
“Really, how?” Asked Jeonghan.
“I just met him today, and Soonyoung made plans for me to tutor him in Korean.”
“Well, you just enjoy your date with him, and I’ll enjoy mine.”
“Where is this kung fu performance supposed to be?”
“It’s at the temple near the edge of town.”
As the period lagged on, you and Jeonghan chatted casually. Talking about such riveting topics as your weekend plans, the brand of shampoo Jeonghan uses, and Joshua’s tie. The bell finally rang, signaling that the day had ended. Waving goodbye to Jeonghan, you left the classroom with a newfound skip in your step, excited for the weekend.
Flinging open the metal doors of the school’s main entrance, you basked in the sunlight as it hit your skin. You could feel that it would be a good day, it felt like a change was surely coming. To your side you could see a fleet of yellow school buses leaving the school, the students in them probably thrilled to finally go home. Then suddenly, you heard rapid footsteps coming from the other direction. Turning so see their source, you witnessed a distressed Junhui trying to run after the buses.
“Did you miss your bus?” You asked him.
“Yeah,” He began, breathless, “And I don’t know how to get home by myself.”
“Well, do you know your address? I could walk you.” You offered.
Readying his address, he gave you his phone with the address written in the notes. Realizing what part of town his house was in, your eyes grew wide as you stated, “It’s a forty minute walk.”
Sighing quite loudly, Junhui tightened the straps of his backpack and prepared to walk.
“Wait, where are you going?” You asked.
“You don’t even know how to get there.”
“Well, do you want to walk with me?”
Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to respond with a “yes”. Instead you simply gestured for him to follow you, and took off from the school.
The majority of the journey was completely silent, with the exception of an occasional text notification on Junhui’s phone. Finally approaching the apartment complex, you sighed with relief as the awkward trek was over at last.
“Do you know which one is your building?” You asked.
“Okay then, I’ll see you tomorrow in the school library at 3:00.”
Without saying another word, Junhui turned to enter the complex, leaving you to your own devices at the gate. As you began to walk towards your own home, you thought to yourself about how indifferent Junhui was. The tutor session would surely be one of the longest hours of your life.
The next day arrived sooner than expected. It was Saturday, the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly. You arose at the bright and early time of 12:30pm, then after lazing around for a short time, you headed off to meet Junhui.
To your surprise, as soon as you entered the library, you immediately spotted Junhui. He sat in the back left corner of the room, with his hood up and both his headphones in.
Sitting down across from him, you asked, “Did you bring your study materials?”
Readily pulling out his binder and pencils, he nodded, although not very enthusiastically. As the study session progressed, you quizzed Junhui about every subject you remembered from Korean class. Each time you held up a flashcard, he’d recite the word and its definition with ease. He’d gotten every single question you asked him right. You began to question why he even needed a tutor, as he was almost fluent. But, behind all the aced tests in his Korean binder, he had stashed numerous homework sheets. They were all completely blank.
“Junhui,” You began, “Why haven’t you done any of this homework?”
Rolling his eyes a bit, he answered, “It’s so unnecessary. I already know I’m good at Korean, and I don’t need this piece of paper to confirm it.”
Despite that being the longest sentence you’d ever heard him say, you were displeased with the reasoning behind it. Frowning a bit, you wanted to say something in response. But as you looked to the clock hanging on the wall behind Junhui’s head, you decided it was best to just stop for the day. The two of you each left silently, parting ways at the main entrance of the school.
When you finally got home, you threw yourself down onto the couch, feeling relieved that you wouldn’t have to spend anymore time with Junhui. Just as you managed to get comfortable for the first time all week, you heard a vibration coming from the coffee table. Lifting your head up to find the source of the sound, you spotted your phone, a text notification present on the screen. It was a message from Jeonghan that read,
“(Y/N)……. My brain is nauseous..”
Furrowing your eyebrows at your friend’s strange metaphor, you replied,
“What does that even mean?”
“(Y/N) my head hurts so much……….. The doctor said it could be the flu”
“Well are you still hanging out w/ Junhui tomorrow?”
“Idk if I can.. My mom wants me to stay in bed”
“Dang….. Then you should let him know you can’t come”
“I don’t want him to go alone. Plus he already paid for my ticket”
“What are you gonna do then?”
“Wait………. Do you wanna go?”
Reading Jeonghan’s proposition, you hunched over in your seat. You sighed audibly, as you pondered whether or not a third day spent with Junhui would actually cause you to go insane. Even though he had an undoubtedly cold exterior, you remembered how uncomfortable he looked at lunch. After all, he really was just an exchange student trying to get used to life in a foreign country. Sighing even louder, you answered,
“Sure why not”
Sure enough, the next day hit you in the face like a ton of bricks. Or more accurately, on the foot like a phone falling off of your bed. You’d fallen asleep in a rather peculiar position, but then again, you were sure it would be a peculiar day. Washing your face and fixing your hair, you readied yourself for yet another adventure with Wen Junhui. Jeonghan had texted you the details of the performance, and according to him it was ideal to arrive at 6:00pm. After paying Jeonghan a short visit to obtain his ticket and drop off some homemade cookies, you finally set off for the temple.
As you reached the temple, your eyes immediately found Junhui standing near the stairs of the building. He looked around anxiously, most likely searching for Jeonghan’s familiar face. When you approached him, his face lost all expression. You couldn’t tell if he was happy or sad to see you, but at that point it really didn’t matter. You were already there and weren’t planning on leaving.
“What are you doing here?” Junhui asked.
Running a hand through your hair, you didn’t know how to respond to his abrupt question.
“And where’s Jeonghan?” He added to his original question.
“He’s sick so he gave me his ticket. He didn’t want you to waste your money.” You replied, your posture worsening as you began to feel extremely awkward and unwanted.
He paused for a moment, processing the whole situation, before saying, “Okay, follow me.”
He led you inside the temple, walking quite fast. It seemed almost as if he was trying to lose you in the crowd, which in all honesty would’ve been a relief for you too. But unfortunately, you both made it to your seats in time for the entire performance.
Sitting uncomfortably close to Junhui, you tried to keep your eyes locked on the performance. The background music was quite loud, in addition to the whips of the performers and shouted commands of the wushu masters. The show was very interesting, and it served as a nice break from the daunting reality seated right next to you. After the performance though, the entirety of the audience exited the building through the main lobby of the temple.
You and Junhui hadn’t uttered a single word to one another since he led you to your seats, and he attempted to leave without saying anything else. But at that point, you were completely fed up with his emotionless behavior, and for some reason you decided he should know it too.
“You’re just going to leave?” You asked, growing angry.
“Yeah, what else is there to do?” He responded.
“Maybe you could say ‘thank you’ to the person who’s done nothing but help you for the past three days in a row!”
“What are you talking about?”
“The walk home, the tutoring, the performance; all I’ve done was try to help but you’ve been nothing but ungrateful! Don’t you care about anything?”
With that last rhetorical question, you turned and stormed down the street, not giving him time to answer. You walked off so quickly, that you were quite careless with the phone in your hand. Once you’d gotten a good distance away from the temple, the phone fell out of your grasp and onto the sidewalk. You tried to turn around and pick it up, but before you could, a hooded figure ran up and snatched it off the pavement.
“Hey, stop! That’s my phone!” You shrieked in protest.
Your attempts to run after the thief were ineffective, leaving your phone in the gloved hands of the hooded man.
Then suddenly, you witnessed are more familiar figure come out of the shadows and kick the thief in the neck. The man’s grip immediately loosened around your phone, allowing the other man to take it from him. From the dim lighting of the street lamp, you saw none other than Junhui emerge from the altercation. He ran to you quickly, dragging you by the arm and pulling you into the lobby of a nearby apartment building. Standing in the dark stairwell of the building, your fingers were subconsciously gripped tightly around the sleeve of Junhui’s leather jacket. Your face was level with his neck, which allowed for you to hear his incredibly fast heartbeat.
Looking you straight in the eyes, he said, “I care about you.”
Credited to Skarjo This story is not necessarily scary but it teaches us that the most horrible things don’t happen because of
mysterious malignant intent or anything paranormal. They
happen because we’re human beings.
Have you ever forgotten your phone?
When did you realize you’d forgotten it? I’m guessing you didn’t just smack your forehead and exclaim ‘damn’ apropos of nothing. The realization probably didn’t dawn on you spontaneously. More likely, you reached for your phone, pawing open your pocket or handbag, and were momentarily confused by it not being there. Then you did a mental recap of the morning’s events.
request: Could you do a Barry
Allen imagine were the reader is a metahuman with the power of a werewolf (like
teen wolf because I know there are a lot of different types of werewolves out
there) and she does good with her powers and when team flash hear about her
they send the flash to meet her and ask her to join the team and they think her
powers are really cool and her and Barry fall in love (sorry if this is too
much detail) – could she be an alpha.
A/N: I’ve started a part two so if you guys
want it, request it please if this isn’t too crappy. The next part will include
Barry okay guys
Aries:Red cheeks and panting as you wrestle. Triumphant screaming, hands pinned down before slipping away. Constant challenge, and hard kisses that take you off guard. Playful shoves and dirty fingernails, accidental bruises from showing off. High-pitched giggling and dead weight, sounds of frustration and rough, sexual gropes. Unsteady hands, and hair pulling, mouths open wide with bright white teeth. You lovingly fight your perfect adversary.
Taurus:The rich, heady smells of food and perfume. Seductive laughter and bedroom eyes; flirtatious, intimate games where you stand on the precipice. Falling into bed with each other, deep kisses, feeding each other strawberries. Contentedness and stability, being cherished for your predictability. Fully loving yourself and your partner, experiencing small surprises everyday, without breaking your routine. You sleep easily, and live fully.
Gemini: The head rush you get from dopamine after discovering a new way of thinking. Sharp laughter and witty conversation with multiple people in the room. Always being on your toes, socially included and intellectually respected by your peers. Watching people and waiting for their reaction, delighted when things don’t get emotionally out of hand. You are free to express yourself without any inhibitions, and people want to converse with you. You see the world from a million points of view.
Cancer: Cool summer days spent with a blanket and a hand to hold. Breathing in the way they smell, being so close that you can feel their heart beating. Slow, steady breathing as you wrap yourselves up in sheets of silver. Not having to pretend, but still playing coy just too make them smile. Blushing until you’re both pink; light kisses and rhythmic movements. Laying in bed for hours just staring at each other. Ticklish spots and hiding your face under the blanket out of shyness. Kisses on the nose and terrible jokes. You’ve finally found home.
Leo:Your lover, dressed in the color gold as you dance together. The sun, hot and bright as it shines down upon the two of you, sweat streaking down your foreheads. Uncontrollable laughter and blatant innuendos. Heavy touching and playful kisses. Heads buried deeply into each others hair while you smile. The way they twirl your hair around their finger. The glittering in their eyes as they look at you like you’re perfect. You feel like you rule the world.
Virgo: Open windows and fresh air; gray, furry carpet beneath bare feet. White wine early in the morning; a window seat with a good book. Music playing in the background, an immaculately put together environment. The bliss of momentary isolation and perfection, no worries about tomorrow because the day is already planned. The smell of freshly cut grass as a smile spreads across your face. You do not worry about imperfection.
Libra:Watching the sun rise while the birds sing, wrapped up in each other. Hot tea, and finger paint, and butterfly kisses. Talks of wedding gowns, and honeymoon eyes, and canvases made of opal and quicksilver.
Subtle, but obvious flirting that makes your partner smile.
Unapologetically admiring your lover, and telling them everything you love about them. Feeling adored, and at peace with everything around you. You are conjoined with the white dove.
Scorpio: Sitting in the darkness at night, but still seeing everything. Probing questions and provocative thoughts that roll off of your tongue. Intense eye contact and shallow breathing; standing in the mouth of either God or the monster with them by your side. Smirking as you know what exactly they want. Seductive, but innocent touches that drive you crazy under your facade. Wanting to immerse yourself into the depths of their soul, the whites of your eyes showing like a predator. Desperately wanting to consume them as you stare at their chapped lips; your crimson fingertips clenching the fence so that you contain yourself. You merge your soul with theirs to finally live.
Sagittarius:Experiencing the world in the most physical manner possible. Driving around, so excited that you don’t notice the blazing hot sun. The freedom of having a billion different paths ahead of you, all paved with asphalt and black tar. Green landscapes and unexplored areas. Pink sand covering beaches, falling in love with millions of people because of their smiles. Knowing what religion feels like as the bumps on the road bring tears to your eyes. You find yourself by sampling everything the world has to offer.
Capricorn:Warm, calloused hands that grip your own. Rings made of lead and garnet that are rolled across the table. Intimate talks and piercing gazes. Feeling like you’re right on top of each other, even though you’re in separate chairs. Subtle, but direct flirtations; going after what you want. Lavish surroundings without excess; fine wine and heated glances. You sit on the throne you built from your own hard work, and you sigh. You have created your kingdom.
Aquarius:Extreme weather to match your extreme mind. Debates with yourself in the mirror against an invisible adversary, fighting for reform and inspiring revolution. Researching various topics and forming new opinions on them. Silently refusing to conform to other people, even in the privacy of your own home. Bright, bold colors in your living room, objects and odd figurines decorated chaotically around the house. Glow in the dark maps of stars painted onto your ceiling. You revel in your individuality.
Pisces:The cold rain as you sit on a rooftop, pupils dilated and eyes wide. You’re with the people who mean the most to you, passing a joint around. You’re high, but you’re in the present, and you’ve managed to bring everybody around you into your internal world. Nobody suffers, nobody is alone, and everybody feels accepted. You build entire worlds with your imagination.
* Breaks into your house* A ROUTINE PATROL WITH FOUR BOTS IN STASIS
* Kicks in your doors*
YEARS LATER WOKE IN THE STRANGEST OF PLACES
* Sets everything ablaze*
EARTH WAS THEIR HOME AND IN ADDITON OPTIMUS PRIME GAVE THEM THIS MISSON
* Kicks your grandpas chair*
LEARN FROM THE HUMANS SERVE AND PROTECT LIVE IN THEIR WORLD
* shakes you*
EARN THEIR RESPECT
A FAMILY OF HEROS WILL BE YOUR ALLIES
ROBOTS IN DISGUse