eye cues

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they’re all sweaty and gross after training but they still find the time to be cute

How I imagine Draco's coming out
  • Draco: Mother, Father, I'm gay. I don't care if you don't like it, this is my life and--
  • Narcissa: Draco, we've known you were gay since you were 11.
  • Lucius: The only truly shocking thing about this is that it's taken you so long to tell us.
  • Draco: --I won't be stopped from--what? I don't--But... how?
  • Lucius: Draco, you sent us letters every day about how devastatingly perfect Potter was for five years.
  • Draco: WHAT? I did NOT!
  • Narcissa: You most certainly did, dear. Let me go get the boxes. We saved them all.

Eye Accessing Cues

The EAC model is very useful in the world that is lie-detection. EAC stands for Eye Accessing Cues, this is when one can see what someone thinks about, just by looking at their eyes.

This is the model:

  • When someone looks upwards to the left they remember an image, however, up to the right they construct an image.
  • If they look in a horizontal line to the left, they remember a sound, if they do this but the right they construct a sound.
  • Down to the left, they have an internal dialogue and down to the right, they experience a kinesthetic feeling (can also be smell and taste).

Something many seem to believe is that this is a very safe method, it is not extremely reliable. It requires some control questions.


Control questions are any questions that are like these:

  • Did your breakfast look tasty this morning? (To remember an image - up and to the left)
  • How do you think it would sound if your favourite band would play at a concert near you? (Constructing a sound - horizontally to the right)
  • How would you feel if you happened to hurt your best friend? (Emotion - downwards to the right)
  • How would you articulate a speech at your best friend’s wedding? (Inner dialogue - Down to the left)

When you ask the control questions it should be in an atmosphere that’s calm and comfortable, otherwise, the person will probably stare into your eyes or just look away. Don’t tell them that you’re going to ask them control question. Try this model and see that it’s fun.

This does not apply to every person, but if you ask the control questions and observe the eyes, you know if they do follow it. One thing to add is that left-dominant people seem to do the opposite of what I’ve explained.


Lying

Now if you want to see if someone is lying with this method make sure they follow this model. If they construct an image or sound when they should remember an image or sound, then this could point to a lie. If they say something like “It felt so horrible” but they look down to the left for an internal dialogue, they could be lying. But you should always try and find out more before accusing someone of lying.

And with that, I’ll see you my irregulars.

lance: it’s like keith’s infecting me with his uncoolness and my smooth factor’s gone way down

hunk: did you see him put his hair in a ponytail and crash into a wall again?

lance, trying to smother himself with a pillow: yes

10

#EVERYBODY WANTED TO KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO IF I DIDN’T WIN #I GUESS WE’LL NEVER KNOW

Old Draco & Harry in a nursing home 

Draco: ‘’Potter.’’

Harry: ‘’We’ve been married for 60 years. The least you could do is call me Harry.’’

Draco: ‘’Why on earth would I call you Hagrid?’’

Harry: ‘’That stopped being funny 60 years ago.’’

Draco: *lungs rattling, air wheezing through his windpipe, head shaking uncontrolably* ‘’TEHEHEHEHE’’

everyone’s always talking about gavin being freakishly good with a bow in fahc but after the weapon stream can we talk about RYAN?

ryan who, for whatever reason, finds a compound bow somewhere and, because it’s ryan, decides he’s gonna do their next job only using the bow.

at first everyone’s mad cause like c'mon dude, we need your help. and ryan insisting that he will help! just with a bow

and someone (jeremy? geoff? michael?) scoffs and asks if he’s ever even used a bow. ryan doesn’t answer, and just gives a half smile with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes

cue their next job/heist/deal and ryan’s hanging back with the bow. the first couple shots he misses and everyone’s rolling their eyes and cursing him, trying to pick up the slack, when all of a sudden he’s hitting dead on

shot after shot rains down on the cops/rival gang. each one hitting people in the throat or in between gaps of armor.

they kill on the first shot or slow them down long enough for another shot to take them out. several hit guys in the crotch and they’re on the ground screaming in pain (without a follow up shot and one of the guys takes pity on them and puts them out of their misery)

after the job/heist/shootout the rest of the crew is staring at ryan in a mix of awe/fear on their faces. jeremy asks him when he ever shot a bow and ryan just replies ‘camp’

5

“Please come back to Earth, and report to my elder brother in front of his grave with me. Report to him… that we protected Edo… Cause if you don’t, I’ll never forgive you.”

{PART 14} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You wake up feeling a mixture of happiness and confusion at the remembrance of your night with Jungkook. But he soon chases away all confusion - showing you, yet another side of him that you can’t help but enjoy. Meanwhile, Yoongi shares his thoughts with Namjoon, revealing part of his grand plan to him.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Please note: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature. 

{Part 1} // {Part 13} {Part 14} {Part 15}

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anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.

Pool Shark

Being a bartender, Eren had seen his fair share of assholes and douchebags, some good looking and others wishing they were. He’d seen a lot of things. Most of those things having to do with the couple of old pool tables lined up in the back of the room, surrounded by too many people that caused too much noise for Eren to enjoy.

Lately, the people had thinned out —not that Eren was complaining— and he was pretty sure that it had something to do with the man who always eyed Eren like the piece of eye candy that he was. Sure, people flirted with Eren all the time, men and women of all sorts but no one had eyed him like this man had.

It was his third week in a row he had come into the bar, always making his way to the back. He picked up a pool cue, eyeing it before looking up at Eren and smirking. Eren didn’t think much of it at first, wiping the counter down with a wet rag as he glanced over occasionally. The man was good, beating anyone and everyone that stepped foot up to the same pool table that he was playing at. He always left with a wad of money in his pocket.

As the days ticked by, the tips became more generous as he left. The bills he left for Eren became bigger and bigger and the flirting became bolder. Eren was enjoying it a little too much. He’d finally learned the man’s name a few days ago; Levi.

“You’re in a little late tonight,” Eren commented at Levi sat at the bar, tugging at his leather jacket. Eren swore that he never took it off because he wore it everyday when he came in. Eren wasn’t sure if Levi was trying to show off or prove how much money he was making as a pool shark.

“Did you miss me?”

Eren raised an eyebrow, glancing over to the other man as his lips formed into a smirk. “Something like that.” Eren replied with a casual shrug. “What’ll it be?”

Levi leaned forward on the counter, chin resting on his interlocked fingers as he brought his elbows up. “Give me a blowjob.”

Eren stopped for a moment. Of course he knew it was a drink, but it wasn’t one that he usually made. Levi’s expression was hard to read but from the look that flashed in his eyes, Eren could sense the innuendo behind his words.

He didn’t bother saying anything, giving a nod and Levi smirked even more, sliding off the barstool. He made his way over to the pool table, making sure to have Eren’s attention each time he leaned over it, sticking his ass out each time. Eren almost dropped the glass in his hand when Levi looked over his shoulder and bit his lip, hips giving a small thrust as he thrust the pool cue to hit the ball without even watching.

Eren sucked on his teeth, taking a moment to stare at the counter with furrowed eyebrows as he wiped it down aggressively. He ignored Levi’s drink order, waiting until the man came up to the counter with a slight frown on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Where’s my blowjob?”

He shrugged, staring at the glass in his hand as he cleaned it before looking up at Levi with a smirk. “I’m a bit swamped right now, the bar is busy.” Levi opened his mouth to say something but Eren held up a hand to stop him. “But, my shift ends at one. Meet me by the back door and I’ll have it for you then.”

It took Levi a moment before a grin passed over his face and it was the most expressive that Eren had ever seen him before his face returned back to it’s usual stoic look. He smirked, giving a nod and placed a bill on the counter.

“I look forward to it.”


a writing commission i did for @dinklebert

I hope you like it bb!!! <3

boyfriend! kang daniel
  • cat cafe first date
  • daniel gets all melty when he sees you play with the cats
  • so adorable!!1!!1!1!1
  • the both of you end up getting so much cat fur on yourselves
  • removing it for each other with masking tape bought from a stationary shop because ain’t nobody got time for a lint roller
  • ending up in fits of laughter because the both of you were removing the fur at a park and exercising ahjummas just keep staring at you being weird kids???
  • satoori popping out when he’s flustered
  • like when you surprise him with pizza after his practice!
  • and the pizza gets stolen by all the wanna one boys xdddd
  • tries to get a piggy back ride from you and you almost die
  • you play with his hair all the time!!!!!!!
  • [you: i don’t think i can do this :( i’m so nervous.]
  • [daniel: what are you saying????? go rock that interview baby]
  • his message calms you down
  • you end up “rocking” the interview
  • [daniel: i knew you could do it]
  • you imitating his famous thigh sweeping action
  • him getting all shy and awkward
  • loves it when you show him aegyo
  • getting ice cream together on a hot day
  • “you: can i have some of yours pleaseeeeeee??” cues puppy eyes
  • “daniel: eat your own one” :pppp
  • daniel ends up closing his eyes because he cannot resist those damn puppy eyes
  • so you steal his ice cream successfully and take a bite lmao
  • tickles you till you return his ice cream but then it’s becomes all melted so y’all just ended up getting more wtf
  • putting his long limbs to good use so back hugs all day err dayyyy
  • sweet boyfie because he makes you hot chocolate and buys you heat packs when you are having cramps
  • pinches your cheeks because you look like an adorable bun to him
  • mORE CHEEK SQUEEZING
  • him sleep talking
  • it’s cute
  • jisung cringes at the both of you when you two feed each other popcorn during a movie in their dorm because too sweet!!!11!!! for him
  • you stick your tongue out at jisung
  • and daniel laughs
  • sitting on his lap
  • amateur cooks in the kitchen together
  • the both of you ended up burning a fried egg because you two were too caught up with trying to lick your own elbows
  • sometimes you miss him but can’t see him :(
  • he’s just so busy
  • he misses you a lot too
  • the both of you end up talking on the phone at every night
  • ends with endless of “i love you”s and “i can’t wait to hug you”s
  • says bye for 20 minutes before hanging up
  • cute couple with matching shoes!!!!!!
  • daniel is a sucker for things like that
  • “i got you this keychain from japan!!!!!!!! filled with my love”
  • he has the cutest smile on when he passes it to you
  • it’s an adorable cat keychain that is now hanging on your bag
  • “don’t feel lonely anymore heh”
  • a while later you find out he took pictures of you on your first date at the cat cafe
  • it’s his wallpaper
  • when you question him he get’s flustered
  • “you w-were too cute” :( rip your heart
  • you feeling all fuzzy inside after hearing that
  • actually… you always feel fuzzy inside when you are with daniel
  • and he feels the same way too 

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