but i usually listen to a cover of it

Astral Travel 🚀🌌

My personal method of astral travel.

  1. Get some sleep prior so that you don’t accidentally doze off
  2. Wear comfortable clothing
  3. Turn off or dim the lights in your room as much as possible, although this can still be performed in a fully lit room if you want
  4. Lay down in a comfortable position - I usually lay flat on my back in bed with something covering my eyes as to not let any light slip through
  5. Choose a soundtrack or playlist consisting of ambient music and binaural beats (this is my favorite - to be listened to with headphones for the best results)
    1. The music and binaural beats help to get you to a relaxed, meditative, trance-like state without consciously trying too hard
  6. Once you reach that state, you should feel somewhat of a “body high” or a tingly sensation all over your body
  7. At this point, try to visualize the room you’re in and your surroundings as if you were actually standing there looking around and not laying down in a bed
  8. When you can do this successfully, it’s time to actually travel elsewhere: visualize yourself walking around your room, and eventually ending up somewhere totally different - I always “fly” or “float” to my destination but how you get there is up to you - I personally like to go to space, but you can literally go anywhere you want
  9. I would recommend creating an “astral sanctuary” or “astral temple” when you reach your destination - this is basically your home base for when you decide to astral travel back to that place
    1. This requires more visualization to actually manifest something that was not there before - your sanctuary can be as low-key or extravagant as you want
    2. Practice placing items and altering the surroundings in your astral sanctuary 
  10. Once your sanctuary is created and you have a safe place to return to, it’s time to explore your surroundings - this can take as long as you want, there’s no time limit just so long as you’re responsible with it and aren’t missing out on any real-life priorities or appointments 
  11. To re-enter your body, you must try to “snap out of it” and visualize traveling back to your physical body - I always end up repeatedly saying something like “it’s time to go home now” until I feel like I am becoming more conscious and aware of myself 
  12. You might be pretty exhausted after astral traveling, so it’s a good idea to have some water and a snack on hand for when you return 

Good luck! ✨🌟

undeniably | woozi

Originally posted by mountean

genre: it’s pure fluff and it made my heart ache when i wrote it (i listened to butterfly by bts when writing it and it made me cry a lil omg). i have such a lil soft spot for woozi, he’s a talented and adorable person omg

word count: 1.3k

warning: none! 


You lay on the floor, your headphones covering your ears, as you blocked out the world around you. It seemed to be quiet everywhere you went, the class you attended only had six people attend it even though there was supposed to be thirty. Your afternoon art class only had four students instead of its usual twelve. Your phone was on loud but it remained silent as everyone in your life seemed to not need a conversation with you.

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Black Eyes and Soft Sighs

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader (female)

Prompt: none

Word Count: 1,799 words

Warnings: mentions of a little domestic abuse (sorry Seth, I still love you <3), fluffy smut

Authors Notes: OKAY, first time writing smut. *bathing myself in holy water* by the way, it’s set in a highschool AU. carry on.

Tag List: @hardcorewwetrash


“Are you even listening? Sami questioned his best friend, who was obviously not listening, looking straight past him, in a daze. 

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everything is lost
robert/aaron

GENRE:    angst, make-up
WORDS:    1512
SUMMARY:  robert confronts aaron over his comments

i thought this was ooc for ever but oh WELL (thanks for your help, @beautifulhigh​!

Robert’s angry.

Their bedroom is a mess, clothes strewn about the floor, the bed covers half hanging off. It should be comforting, usually makes Robert feel the press of love behind his breastbone. Now it just infuriates him. He wants to break something, cause some damage, and clenches his hands into fists. He can’t do it, can’t give in to his rage, not when he’s trying so hard to be better.

For what, he thinks nastily, sitting on the edge of the bed. It’s Aaron’s side, his wet towel sitting in a puddle on the floor. Robert grits his teeth, hates it anyway, but now - now he just wants to tear it to shreds.

There’s footsteps on the stairs and the hair on the back of Robert’s neck stands on end. Aaron, then.

Dropping his head into his hands, Robert tries to keep his anger in check. He doesn’t want to lash out, not now, not when he’s supposed to be strong.

“Wondered where you’d got to.” Aaron says it lightly, like everything’s fine.

“Wanted to be on my own.”

Aaron doesn’t get the hint, comes into the bedroom and shuts the door behind him. “Think Liv’s feeling better.”

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Sick Andrew headcannon (dare I say fluff?)

  • They usually meet on the roof after Neil’s afternoon lecture. (It’s a brief reprieve after listening to the professor’s monotone drone for two hours.) But one day Andrew’s not waiting for him. 
  • When he opens the door to the rooftop, it’s empty and Neil checks his phone (it’s actually charged this time) but there’s no text from Andrew.
  • Not that he’s really that surprised, but still.
  • Neil ends up finding him buried under covers in his room. All the shades are drawn and he doesn’t notice Neil’s knock which is odd too.
  • Andrew only stirs when Neil sits on the edge of the bed and gently pulls back the covers. Andrew startles at first, but noticing Neil he just groans and the pile of blankets shifts.
  • “Don’t you know a quarantine when you see one?”

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{Klance} The Bloom AU

oK SO I’VE BEEN LISTENING TO A SHIT TON OF SAM TSUI AND AN IDEA FORMED IN MY BRAIN SO HERES MY AU

(You’ll see why it’s called the Bloom AU later ;D)

Ok so how about an au where both Lance and Keith are both YouTube stars but they’re both cover artists? Like they do covers of songs, put them on YouTube, and they’ve gone viral? Yeah.

• Lance has been with YouTube since the very beginning. He’s been on the site ever since 2007 or something but he only has like 500k subscribers smh. Usually he does covers using only his guitar, but there are often times where his friends Pidge and Hunk help out with vocals and/or other instruments needed. Pidge also does the editing for some of his videos.
•Keith, on the other hand, has been on YouTube for a while and has over 2 million subs. His earlier covers were just like Lance’s; no editing, only had a guitar, and a low quality filming, using his laptop to record. In due time, when he started to sing duo’s w/ Allura, his channel started to boost. They do covers as often as possible now (fans think that they would make a cute couple but in reality Keith’s in the closet and is scared to come out to the internet).
• Since Keith and Pidge go waaaay back (high school), she suggests to Lance about arranging a duet w/ Keith. Lance chokes.

- “No way!! I mean, even though he has the voice of a god I won’t duet with him!! I’m fine the way I am!”
- “Lance, it’ll help boost your channel.”
- “……..fine”

* So Pidge get’s back in contact with Keith and soon they arrange a duet. They’ll meet at Keith’s studio, which is in his brother, Shiro’s, house. Shiro’s in a band. Enough said.
• At first, Keith and Lance don’t really get along well. It started as bickering, which led to arguments, which led to actual fights. Shiro has to supervise to keep the two from ripping each other apart. The main reason being on what song to sing…

- “so let me get this straight. You flew all the way over to the other side of the country and you haven’t thought about what song we’re going to sing?!!!”
- “this is going to be a train wreck.”

• Wrong!! Once they find a song, sing the cover, and release it to the public, people were ecstatic. The people who were both Lance and Keith fans lost their shit. The video gets thousands of likes and millions of views. It went viral. Lance gained so many new subscribers.
• The two rewatch the video and think “huh. That could have gone so much worse.” So at the end of the day, they exchange numbers for “business reasons” and Lance leaves.

-They still text and message each other.

• So, due to others wanting more collabs between the two, they give the fans what they want. Two duos every month by Lance and Keith. Fans ate it up.
• And as weeks pass, the songs become more intimate. Their first duet had them both in separate recording boxes- now their newest cover was of them looking into each other’s eyes while singing a very calm and sweet love song idk
• also insert slow burn/mutual pining
• and so many people ship them (:
• Lance was the first person that Keith came out to, and he helped him with an idea to come out to his fans

- “Two words. Original. Song.”
- “…..alright?”

• So they both write the song about how it’s perfectly ok to be who you are and not be afraid to show it to the world. It’s really sweet and cute and it’s a duet w/ Lance on acoustic guitar
• Saying the fans cried and replayed the song over again was an understatement. Many of Keith’s fans were so supportive and came out themselves in the comments. Both Lance and Keith read the comments and they almost cried.
• One day, Lance gets an idea. A very, very, very good idea.
• He asks Pidge for a camera. She agrees.

- “break it and I will break your skinny noodle legs”

• So from then until Vidcon, every time that Keith and Lance were together (either working on a song or just hanging out) Lance filmed it. Every moment of Keith smiling, singing, and just being Keith was caught on film. Lance always said it was a semester project for his film class.
• but Lance doesn’t have a film class
• (so you might be wondering why I said this lasted until vidcon, which was, luckily, exactly one year since Lance and Keith first met. Ohohoh, just you wait (((: )
• So, a few days till Vidcon, Lance (with the help of Pidge and her brother, Matt) edit all of the clips together into one 10 minute video. It’s gonna be showed at Vidcon
• So at Vidcon, there’s a panel with different Youtube musicians. It includes both Keith and Lance.
• Note that their panel is HUGE. Even though there’s like 5 people talking in the panel, at least a couple hundred people show up. And there’s a big screen. You see where I’m going with this.
• As soon as the Q&A’s over, Lance says he has something he’d like to say. The lights go out. And the video begins.
• It starts with Lance saying a little thing into the camera for context.

- “Exactly one year ago, I met someone very special. He’s an asshole, a smartass, and has the worst hair I have ever seen. But, he’s special. He can be caring when he wants to be, he can have amazing tastes in music, he’s kind to his devoted fans, and he has the most amazing voice I have ever heard. Over the past year, I’ve gotten to know the real him. And I’m glad I did. He means a lot to me and I hope he loves this as much as I love him. Keith, this is for you.”
- (HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,,,)

• And the video is just a bunch of clips put together of Keith being a total dork and being a cinnamon roll and laughing and bloopers behind some of his cover videos while Lance is covering Bloom by the Paper Kites (THAT’S WHY IT’S CALLED THE BLOOM AU HAHAAA) and people in the audience are crying and I’m crying and Keith’s about to start crying.
• The video ends and Lance gets up from his seat, faces Keith, and just gets a microphone and is just “I’ve been wanting to ask you this for months but… Keith Kogane?”
• everyone’s on the edge of their seats
• “Will you be my boyfriend?”
• EVERYONE IS SCREAMING AND CRYING
• So Keith’s now definitely crying, he says yes, and they both hug tightly, and there’s two people in the audience that are handed the microphone.

- “That was amazing!! Definitely worth the wait. But, Hunk?”
- “Yes, Pidge?”
- “I honestly think that after all this, a year of pining and duets and sappy cue videos, they hug? And they’re boyfriends? Don’t the fans want to see them do more?
- "I agree. What do you think guys? Does anyone else want to see them kiss?”

• Everyone screams yes because they’ve waited for this for months and they want their fanfics to be canon dammit
• Keith’s all flustered and sputters out words that’s just “what?? we uh we just got together and” and then Lance just dramatically dips him and kisses him and everyone goes nuts
• Two weeks after Vidcon, a new duet by Lance and Keith are released to the public. It involves an acoustic guitar, two lovey dovey happy boyfriends, and the song “Can’t help falling in love”

anonymous asked:

so do you have any character headcanons?? like for different aus or something?

i actually have a whole lot but um
lemme just put like thomas and laurens
we’ll see how much room i have 0.0


modern au john:

~ has like seven 80s chokers and wears one specific color/charm for each day of the week
~ listens to a whole lot of music, ranging from kpop to lady gaga to musicals
~ is a complete slut for cute/baby animals
~ has these big “hipster” glasses but usually wears contacts
~ beanies, beanies, BEANIES
~ wears oversized sweaters almost all the time, and they usually slip off his freckled shoulders and then ham usually has to come along and cover up the strong shoulder game bc “you’re distracting everyone, do you WANT to get harassed??”
~ short shorts are BAE for this one
~ is actually a successful cover artist on youtube, and his most viewed covers are bad romance perfect illusion, both by lady gaga, try everything by shakira and feel the light by jennifer lopez
~ can play piano, drums, flute and acoustic guitar
~ once was dared in truth or dare to start an argument about the dumbest thing he could think of with ham and then make up about something even dumber and eventually it got to a point where ham yelled, “oh, fuck you, john!” and not even thinking, john replied, “i have been wanting you to for years, alexander!” and it was so awkward and john was a literal freckled tomato but they didn’t stop and when they made up it’s bc ham said “joke’s on you, i got that ring from a kid’s meal!” and john just froze and looked at him all hopeful like “you bought a kid’s meal…?” and then they did the typical fake make out and everyone applauded them
~ dared jefferson to kiss the prettiest girl in the room during the same game, and he said “notice how i charitably said ‘girl’ and not ‘person’ because, let’s face it, if smoke all you bitches”
~ is GAY but when isn’t he
~ is actually great at doing his own and others’ makeup
~ has a pet turtle, sphinx kitten, parakeet, snake, shiba inu puppy AND one year old siberian husky
~ biggest potterhead he knows
~ often gets into fake wizard duels with lafayette and peggy
~ did i mention he can fucking crochet
~ once had all his friends take a gary potter quiz about which house they’d be in and based off the results stayed up for days, only sleeping once or twice, making scarves for everybody for what house they’d be in
~ has scarves for the four houses himself and wears them even during the summer bc why the hell not
~ the last thought that runs through his head before making any decisions is “eh, fuck it.. if it fails… well let’s not dwell on that”
~ “i will throw you across the room”


modern au jefferson:

~ calls every one of his friends “sweetie” for some reason
~ casually watches home, then angry birds, then home, then angry birds, then home–
~ is a slut for disney
~ keeps flirting with johnny boooiiiiiiiiiiiii for hamilton (“hey, john, just look at that fine piece of ass, go grab it!” pushes john toward hamilton)
~ gets sick a lot bc he spends too much time with madison but oh well that’s what boyfriends do
~ once climbed a tree during a game of hide and seek and fell out and crushed the seeker
~ is a slytherin
~ is fluent in french, italian and german
~ great at painting/drawing scenery
~ kinda sketches madison for “practice”
~ can actually cook very well but all he fucking makes is macaroni anD CHEESE
~ awkward boi
~ cheesy as all hell
~ is a dance teacher, as in he teaches people to dance to certain popular songs and he is gREAT
~ had some students who became teachers bc they loved dancing and him and they always get the job considering he’s basically the manager
~ can’t spell for shit on his phone bc tiny ass phones are hard to type on but he can’t afford a bigger one bc nobody pays him but hey it’s whatever, james is the one with the paying job and he gets paid a lot so we’re all goooooood fam
~ can play practically any string instrument you put in front of him
~ also piano
~ and french horn
~ loves just playing songs like dance in the dark by rihanna or red balloon by charli xcx really loud when he’s home alone so he can just dance around while doing stuff
~ CATS CATS CATS
~ actually has like six cats even though he’s allergic
~ keeps flirting with alex for john (“hey, alex, some nice hands you got, they’d look even better on john’s ass!” pushes alex in john’s direction)
~ actually loves cheese
~ actually has a lot of star wars, harry potter, and really any broadway play/musical mercy in his room
~ casually runs around the neighborhood at six in the morning while it’s pouring down rain
~ actually one of those lil tree things with mini solar panels that dance when placed out in the sun but shshshhh don’t tell anyone

ok that’ll do

Made in Brooklyn (Steve x Reader) Part 5

Summary: Both born and raised on the streets of Brooklyn, Y/N Y/L/N and Steve Rogers are bitter rivals. As the leaders of two empires that combined cover almost all of the city of New York, there is no doubt that they are at war with each other. However, the involvement of a ruthless third party forces gravity to shift.

Author’s Note: I don’t usually do this, but in this part, the reader dances to a certain song. I’ve linked the song here, because I think listening to it will make the experience so much better. 

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Masterlist


Part five

“Y/N,” he called after you. You ignored him and continued walking briskly down the street. You heard footsteps approaching you from behind, and you huffed. “Y/N!”

Suddenly you were yanked backwards, and two strong hands gripped your shoulders.

“Y/N!”

“What?!”

“What is with you?!” he exclaimed, shaking you gently.

“One of my men was just murdered!” you hissed, yanking yourself out of his grasp.

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Spell To Contact a Deceased Loved One

A spell to feel the energy of and maybe even dream of a deceased loved one.

You will need the following items for this spell:

  • a picture of your loved one
  • a white candle

Cast a circle.

Light the candle and sit in a comfortable position. For as long as you see fit (usually 30-60 minutes), meditate on this loved one. Think of the fun times, the hard times, and remember them. Pay homage to their life and their accomplishments.

Hold the candle in your hands. Chant:

I feel the warmth of your body, 
the warmth of your soul.
 I hold you in my arms, 
my heart, and soul.
 Please join me, (insert name).

As you look at his/her/their picture, begin to feel the warmth of the candle envelop your hands. Feel the warmth climb up your arms, down your body, and cover your entire body. Sit, listen, and experience.

You will likely smell them, or feel their energy. It is also possible to hear them, see them, or dream of them. If there is something which you wish to tell them, do so now 

kongkkang  asked:

Hello brain! I want to I impressed your SVTFOE sound track so I..writing song similar your soundtrack hehe so i ask questions peradventure i'm really sorry if i have the wrong grammer or words in my sentence..(I'm from korea) my dream is movie music composer or pop music composer. if i want to be a movie music composer what should i prepare to become a moviemusic composer? and second.. when is the 'waiting for me' song coming?! and..Thank you

I found your Blood Moon Waltz cover. You did a great job!!

I think the best preparation to be a film/tv composer is simply to write and listen to music that you love. Film music is always evolving, so studying or listening to music that you think MIGHT help you later (even if you don’t like it) is usually not that helpful. You also run the risk of writing music that just sounds like other composers. But if you listen to music that you love, and you write music that lives up to YOUR standards (and not pre-existing standards), then you will unconsciously create a sound unique to you.

Anyone can write music. And with the proliferation of software and computers, we all have the same tools. What really separates us is our own unique tastes, and we should work to represent our taste in what we create.

Also I wouldn’t hold your breath for a full version of “Waiting for Me.” I really enjoyed writing it, but at the moment I don’t have any good ideas for finishing it, and I wouldn’t want to write something that I’m not proud of. So we will see, but for now, it’s on the back-burner.

You're A Winchester

Warnings: blood, death

Word Count: 2445

Summary: The reader escapes from the orphanage she has grown up in, to find her mother. There she finds out about her biological father, John Winchester.

A/N: I am super excited to share this with you all, as I am hoping to make this into a series, so please let me know what you think and if I should write another part!

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8Part 9 |

Silence swept through the building, as one by one each light switched out. You lay in your bed, carefully listening for the usual clicks of locks on the doors, reminding you of the prison that you had become so familiar with.

You let out a heavy sigh, before slowly sitting upright, and slinking each limb out from the covers of the blanket to the cold floor beneath you. You were already fully dressed: a faded-blue tank top underneath your favourite hazel-brown leather jacket, which you accompanied with a simple pair of dark-blue jeans, and worn out converse shoes. Sneaking over to your wardrobe, you slung a duffel bag over your shoulder, which you had already packed with a few essentials.

Creeping back over across the room to access the window, you pulled a paperclip out of your jean pocket, and proceeded to pick the lock on the window.

Within a few minutes of fidgeting with the lock, a soft click signaled that this task had been completed.

Bringing your hands to the window frame, you slowly pushed it open, until it was wide enough for a person to slip through. That person being you.

Luckily, because of your age, you didn’t share a room with anyone else in the orphanage, which made your secret mission of escaping a whole lot easier.

You began to climb out of the window, before getting a firm grip on the drain-pipe that elongated itself all the way to the ground (your room was on the second-storey). Once you felt as safe as possible in your grip, your descent of the pipe was underway. You were about halfway down when you felt your fingers slowly begin to slide, and before you could do anything, you were falling.

With a big thud, you landed on the large strip of grass beneath you, shooting a sharp pain through your back. You lay motionless on your back for several moments, just groaning through the passing pain. Pulling yourself to your feet, you brushed off any blades of grass and dirt that clung to your jeans.

You did it. You had escaped from the place you had grown up your entire life. You could only call it ‘a place’, because it never earned the title as your home. You didn’t have a home.

Walking with a sense of victory along the quiet and dimly-lit streets, you headed towards the nearest bus station, to sit yourself down on the seat, buzzing with adrenalin from your escapade.

You shuffled the duffel off your shoulder, into your lap, before zipping it agape to all the contents inside. Pulling out a folded piece of paper, you opened it to read the contents that you had read over and over again for the past few months, and knew off by heart.

In your peripherals, you saw the approaching brightness of a pair of headlights. Zipping your bag closed, you stood up, still clutching the piece of paper in your hands.

“Happy 18th birthday,” you muttered to yourself with a smile, as you boarded the bus that had stopped before you.


It had been three days since your successful escape mission. You had travelled through day and night, only sleeping on public transport or in the back of a stranger’s car while hitch-hiking. You hadn’t had a whole lot to eat, besides a bacon and egg sandwich from a cheap diner, and some fruit that you stole from the market.

The driver of the pickup truck, that you were catching a lift with, gave you a small shake to wake you from your nap. You let out a loud yawn, as you stretched over to the back seat for your bag. Hopping out of the vehicle, you shut the door, giving the driver a thankful nod, and watched him drive off down the road.

You slowly turned around, to face a small house with a letterbox out the front. You didn’t even need to read the numbers carefully painted on it, to know what address you were at. How could you? The address had been etched into your mind from re-reading it on that piece of paper every day for several months.

Hesitantly, you made your way up to the front door. You waited there in front of it for what feel like forever. Scenarios of what could follow your knock at the door began to whizz through your mind. Ever since you retrieved that address at the orphanage, you constantly thought of every single thing that could go right or wrong.

But you were here now.

With a loud sigh, you finally raised your clenched fist upright to the door, giving a few definite knocks, before quickly returning it to your side.

You heard silence for a few moments, before hearing the sound of soft footsteps slowly approaching the door. You held your breath as the door opened.

It revealed a middle-aged woman, with piercing stormy-blue eyes, and strawberry-blonde hair tied up messily into a bun. She looked at your figure, glancing up and down with intrigue, while keeping the majority of her body guarded behind the door.

“Um, hello,” she asked softly, before clearing her throat, “Can I help you with something?”

You shifted your stance nervously as you responded, “Uh, no. Not quite.” You let out a heavy sigh before continuing, “My name is Y/N Fulligan. I’m your daughter.”


Your mother stayed in the kitchen the entire time she prepared the tea. You on the other hand, sat awkwardly on the couch in the living room, taking in your surroundings of the place. It was a quaint house that would usually feel quite warm and homely. But under the circumstances, the place felt foreign and somewhat uninviting.

She returned with two steaming mugs, placing both on the coffee table in front of you, before sitting herself down on the other end of the couch.

The room was filled with a deafening silence for several uncomfortable moments. You knew your mother wasn’t going to break the silence anytime soon.

“Why?” you asked, not looking at her, but instead focusing on your mug. She didn’t seem to understand, as you could see her confused expression in your peripheral vision. You turned both your body and your gaze towards her before asking again, with a firmer tone.

“Why?! Why did you give me up? Why did you let me rot 18 years away in an orphanage? Why did you never even bother to contact me at all?!” You didn’t realise until you were finished, that tears were rolling down your cheeks.

Your mother sighed as she dropped her head.

“It is not so black and white, Y/N,” she began, “I was just starting to figure out my life; early 20s, studying at college. And then he came to town.”

Even at that mention, you knew who the ‘he’ was that she was referring to. Your father. You leant forward with intrigue, silently begging to hear more.

“It was May 17th, and his name was John Winchester. I met him when I was working my night-shift at the bar. He sat himself down, and ordered some pretty heavy liquor. He looked absolutely exhausted, so I decided to start a conversation with him. It turned out that it was his wedding anniversary with his wife, who had passed away quite a number of years ago. Apparently, every year was the same: drowning out his sorrows till his liver almost exploded.”

“Hours went by and the bar began to empty. When I finished my shift, he was still there, draining the contents of his flask. I told him that I had to close up shop, and he would need to head home. And that’s when it all happened. With a drunken passion he began to kiss me, and being the naïve person that I was, I didn’t resist. And, I’m guessing you can understand where that led.”

You shifted uncomfortably, as your mother slightly smirked.

“But when I woke up the next morning in my apartment, he was gone. There was nothing to even suggest that he was ever there in the first place. Weeks went past till I found out I was pregnant with you. Abortion was never an option, because of my upbringing, so I knew giving you up was the next best thing.”

Your eyes were becoming watery again, just at the thought that you were just an accident and a problem in your mother’s life that needed to be gotten rid of at the earliest opportunity. “Did you ever regret it?” you murmured.

She gave a sad smile before replying, “No. I was young. I had a future to focus on. I was studying. And I wanted a future with someone. None of that could have truly happened if I kept you around.”

A single tear escaped your eyes, but you brushed it away as quickly as it fell. Not being wanted was nothing new for you. But to hear your own mother verbally say that she couldn’t have you around to succeed in life, was a difficult truth to stomach.

Still, your mind was blurring with information about your father. John Winchester. You had to find out more. When you found the address of your mother in your file at the orphanage, you couldn’t find any trace of information about your father. So maybe your mother was the key.

Pushing any oncoming sobs back down your throat, you asked, “What about John? What about my father?”

Your mother reached over to the coffee table, taking a small sip of her tea before responding, “I don’t know where he is. As soon as I found out I was pregnant, I tried to contact him somehow. I searched phonebooks, records, the entire internet you name it. But nothing. So I left it, because what more could I do?”

Cupping your tea mug in your hands, you sighed with disappointment. You took a large gulp of your tea, feeling the burning sensation run down your throat. Your mother saw your disappointment, and quickly began to speak again.

“But like I said, we talked for hours at the bar. I did learn a great deal about him, whether it was from his honest nature or the alcohol. He told me about the type of job he does for a living. He’s a hunter.”

You took a small sip of your tea, looking on with great interest, as she continued, “And no, not a regular run-of-the-mill deer-shooting hunter. I’m talking hunter of the supernatural. Werewolves, vampires, demons. Shall I continue?”

Slightly choking on the tea in your mouth, you shook your head in disagreement. “That’s not possible. Those types of creatures are not even real!”

Smirking, your mother answered, “Oh well, starting believing it. Because it is real. John’s job as a hunter is a tough gig, because I mean, they kill the evil in the world that we don’t even know about! And he’s not alone. Apparently the world is full of hunters, fighting off evil on a daily basis. Since that night, I’ve done some research about all this mythical crap; actually quite a fair bit of research that I could actually become a hunter if I wanted to, which I obviously never did.”

With wide eyes, you put down your mug, taking a few deep breaths, trying to comprehend what your mother was saying. The kind of monsters and creatures you were told weren’t real, the ones only the result of special effects in the movies, were actually roaming the earth.

Your mother smiled, and let out a small laugh when she saw you trying to process everything. She reached over to your arm, and placed her hand on top, as you looked up at her. “Look I can see you’re having a hard time coming to terms with it all, so how about you run to the market just up the street and grab us some ingredients for dinner tonight. We can discuss it all then, and I’ll answer any questions you have. I’ll fetch you some money, and I’ll write you a list of things that we need. Okay?“

You nodded as she rose up from the couch and wandered over to the kitchen, leaving you behind on the couch, still trying to comprehend that Dracula was most likely real.


Stalking each aisle, you tried your best to find where the tinned tomatoes were located. Finally finding them, you placed them in your basket, before proceeding to the checkout with all of the groceries on the list that your mother had given you.

It felt weird to be doing something as normal as getting the groceries for dinner. Nothing in your life had ever been normal. So doing this one normal thing at the age of 18 just felt bizarre. But in a strange way, it almost felt right. This was the life that you were supposed to have, instead of spending every night for dinner at a table by yourself in a dingy cafeteria.

Giving the cashier a beaming smile, you walked with a newfound joy in each step you took.

Of course you knew that you obviously couldn’t have a regular mother-daughter relationship together, but you could still maintain a friendship. Despite her giving you away, you began to realise that you probably would have done the same. You just wished you could have had more contact with her during the years.

Finally arriving at the house, you found yourself beaming from ear to ear as you approached the door. You were just about to knock, when you saw that the door was already slightly ajar.

Confused, you slowly pushed open the door, enough to squeeze through, before closing the door once more.

You just stood in the small hallway, with a feeling in your gut that something was wrong. You creeped your way to the kitchen with hesitation. And you had a right to, with the sight you saw as you entered the kitchen.

Your mother lay on ground, surrounded by a large pool of crimson. Blood was irregularly splattered in small dots all around her. Her left arm was splayed lifeless, next to her, with three words etched into her flesh. It wasn’t the neatest writing, but it was legible.

Gaining all the strength you had not to fall to your knees, you took a deep breath before collecting your duffel bag from the living room.

You knew what you needed to do.

Walking towards the front door, you caught a glimpse of your dead mother, and the words on her arm that would haunt your every step.

You’re next Winchester’

Vocaloid Song Master List

EDIT: This has been updated! …Again! As per the usual I’ve gone through and added all the new songs I’ve happened to stumble across and ended up liking. I’ve put stars next to the new songs in case you wanted to look at only the added ones! I hope you enjoy!

Seeing as this is only months after the last time I updated, there aren’t as many new songs as last time. The last time I updated it had probably been around a year since I last touched the list, so…yeah. Not as much new content this time, but I figured it would be good to update this before it became to tedious to do so ^^’

I actually made this for my good friend Blacklands, but I figured, hey, if you guys want some good Vocaloid tunes to listen to and don’t know where to start, here you go! Now you know all the stuff I jam to on a daily basis.

Inspiration for everything I do usually comes from listening to Vocaloid music. Hollah.

IMPORTANT: Sooo tumblr is being stubborn and refusing to show all of the links I spent hours putting together, so I decided to put this whole word document in my stash on DeviantART. If you’re lazy and don’t want to go through the effort of looking up these songs, my stash has all of the links attached. This time I didn’t go through and check all of the links to see if they’re broken or not, seeing as that’s like 200-300 songs I have to go through…a very, very long process. So! If you click on a link and it no longer works, please let me know and I will fix it ASAP.
Here’s the link: http://sta.sh/079mmjr50yr

Well…here we go, then!

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worst-orgasm  asked:

Rent!!! 🎶

listened to it | wtf is that | LOVE IT | meh | um…hate it | heard of it | yes!!

rate on a scale from 1-10: solid nine

favorite lyric: with a thousand sweet kisses

favorite song: santa fe or i’ll cover you

favorite character: roger davis

best moment: la vie boheme A

something that makes me angry: the fact that angel dies (usually the thing that makes me angry is when people die in shows who don’t deserve to)

gives me the chills: i’ll cover you reprise 

overall opinions: this show is so perfect i love it

Where it Happened iii - ItaSaku

Part i
Part ii

Where it Happened
part iii

It was a quiet night. The ICU patients were resting peacefully, the OR rooms were empty and the residents covering the ER moved with purpose but not urgency. Everything was calm – far too calm for Itachi’s liking. The lull in cases made him restless, knowing that the stillness was usually the calm before the storm, and the urge to sit and listen to the ambulance scanner in the ER tugged on him, but he curbed his desire by busying himself with checking in on his patients and updating their charts.

The hour wasn’t too late and so he took his time as he moved room to room. He ordered the necessary medications for the patients in discomfort and made sure not to disturb those resting before he wandered into the attending breakroom for a quick refresher. The coffeepot was mostly empty and he dumped out the leftover from the afternoon rush before he replaced the grinds with fresh ones and set it to brew. As it was being made, he checked his phone only to sigh to himself as he noticed he had another missed call from his mother. He knew he should return it as it was her second one that day, but with the time difference he knew she would be in bed by now and he hated the feeling of relief that swept through him.

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The Incubi boys aren’t the only thing about this game that’s absolutely charming,- the music has also charmed it’s way into my heart (and head). Usually when I have a song stuck in my head, I just cover it. But for this one I decided to make it special and re-write the lyrics based on the original ones, to make them fit Mika (The Player’s) Point of View. Some things I changed a little, some things I changed completely, some parts of the song actually rhyme with the original… I had lots of fun creating this version and I hope you’ll have fun listening to it! <3

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When I drown in your eyes again,
hear your voice comfort me again
Can’t believe I’m the one who you want to love now

Then I feel one more gentle touch
just a little more, not too much
I can feel my body longing for you now

Do you realise what you do
I can’t believe it’s true, that you might feel it too
‘cause still I think it’s kinda funny
That I’m the one controlling you

You’ve turned the tables on me now,
I’m trapped in your embrace somehow
I can never escape from you
But baby I’m not scared
I’ll chain the monster deep inside
I’ll hold you close and I’ll make you mine

I am sure, I am ready for you, stay with me tonight
Because it’s you I’ll tame tonight.

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Original Lyrics by Michaela Laws
Music by Escalante Music
Mika POV Lyrics by me (Inspired by / Based on the original)
Vocals by me

Made with SoundCloud

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

“Hello?” you picked up your phone.

“(Name), hey” The husky voice at the end of the line said, and your face immediately lit up with a smile.

“Sam! What’s up?” You asked, staring out the window.

“Uhm, nothing much, just – you know – the usual” You heard him clear his throat, and you smile fell. Frowning softly, you continued to listen “I just wanted to call you. Hear your voice.”

Your heart leaped in your chest, and if you hadn’t noticed the sad note in his voice you’d have squealed.

“Sam,” You started slowly “Did something happen?”

“What? Oh no, no ugh, nothing happened” You heard the strain in his tone, and you felt him force a smile on his lips in hopes of covering up how down he was “I just- I’m going on a trip, and I don’t exactly know when I’ll be back-“

In all honesty, it was painful listening to him lying. You cared for him so deeply and wanted to know what he was hiding so badly – but you couldn’t. You’d never push him to expose his secrets to you – after all, you weren’t even friends or couple – just two strangers who met in the police station and seemed to have similar interests.

From the very first day you saw him you knew he was different, that he carried something heavy on his shoulder, something he couldn’t tell anyone about. And you understood that. You respected that. Yet you still wanted to find out what was bothering him so much in hopes that, maybe, you could help. Though, something deep down in your heart informed you that you best stay in the dark.

So that’s what you did.

Forming a timid smile, you turned your back to the window and the darkening sky’s behind it, hugging your waist.

“Stay safe” You said gently, and that was that was needed to shut him and his ramblings up “Drop by when you get back, I’ll prepare my famous apple pie for the occasion.”

The line was quiet.

“Thank you.”

The call ended.

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まふまふ (Mafumafu) Namahousou Report ― 050816

Warning: This is a long post, and will not be 100% accurate as it is simply an account of what occurred from my perspective and memory. Because this is summarized from my live-translations on my twitter account, more details can be found there.

Please do not repost my report, including portions of it, anywhere online. If you’d like to re-translate it, please notify and credit me.  

Introduction

  • Mafumafu starts this nama screaming high pitches & strumming his guitar, before reading out the usual first 100 users to comment
  • Mafumafu remarks that it’s been a long time since he’s held a namahousou, and laughs a little guiltily. He says Niconama hasn’t been working well for him as of late, and because his broadcasts tend to fill up quickly, he’s been using twitcast so everyone interested can listen.

“Datsugoku” Upload

  • Mafumafu: “I released “Datsugoku” yesterday! Neru-san even LINE-ed me saying how great the cover was, and I was happy b/c he doesn’t say it much” 
  • Mafumafu: “Datsugoku was especially difficult to sing b/c it was both high-pitched & high-tempo, whereas a slow song like Machibouke’s more doable” (strums a few guitar chords and belts out the chorus’s high point) “You see, I can still do this highness sitting down cross-legged, but when the highness is paired w/ Datsugoku, my voice ends up thin & with the song goes "unyunyunyunyu”, my body subconsciously moves around when I’m recording and ends up at different distances from the mic throughout the process.”

Gochiusa Event with Amatsuki

  • Mafu: “I had Amatsuki accompany me, & not only did he go all the way there but I also told him it’d be rude to see Gochiusa in weird clothes so we went to buy new clothes and have our hair set (in the salon) just for the event”  

“Fanmail”

  • Mafu: “My friends were complaining that my namas were just too boring, so I told them “it’s b/c you don’t send me fanmail”! So they sent me fanmail”

Fanmail #1

HN: 天月 –Tengetsu- (aka Amatsuki)

Funifuni-san (T/N: Funifuni – onomatopoeia of caressing a fluffy object), good evening
I always enjoy listening to Funifuni-san’s radio.
This time, your album “Clock Croissant Story” with Soruto-san was also very wonderful.
Among those songs, I like “Tachiiri Kinshi” (No Trespassing) the most.
I am a grandpa turning 80-years-old this year, but I have fun listening to you with my grandchild.
Please try your best from now on as well.

P.S. I assume you are trying so hard that your hair has become white, but what sort of meaning does the barcode on your cheek have?
I am so curious about it that I cannot sleep at night.
Please take care of your health and the like and work hard.

Mafumafu’s Response: (Translated from his actual words)

  • This is… this is one of those messages that want to pick a fight, isn’t it? This Tengetsu-san’s someone who tries instigating things. But this person probably has nothing to do with Amatsuki-san right? Since their names are different.
  • Our album name has ended up sounding quite delicious… wow, I have such a wonderful friend.
  • Even though he went out of his way to accompany me to the Gochiusa event, even though he watched through 2 entire seasons of 12 episodes, a total of 24 episodes for the event, I thought he had become a true friend of mine but this is a complete retraction of that statement. What should I do, what should I do to him… Well whatever
  • (Reads the P.S. about the barcode again) He always comes to attack my barcode… Ah, there may be new listeners in this broadcast, so I’ll explain: this barcode is stuck on my left cheek, but the 2-D Mafumafu has white hair. Meanwhile, the 3-D Mafumafu has brown hair, so in order to link the two, I put my barcode into a barcode reader that “beeps” me into the virtual world and synchronizes me into the 2-D Mafumafu. Everyone, did you know that? This is an extreeeemely important point of me, so please remember that. Tengetsu, don’t you forget about it.

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arabella | calum smut pt.2

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

warning: smut, swearing

a/n: part two and believe it or not i’ve been working hard to improve the smut that was first written (hope you enjoy)

word count: 2.3k (the longest 5sos fic i’ve written in about a year)

here’s part one of this trainwreck | what i was listening to


“I look like a snob,” Amanda groans as she looks in the mirror and smoothes down the dress you were lending her.

“Yeah well remember you need to act like one too,” you say putting your earring in.

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