four decks

  • Edmund: I will put my "A" down to make “A”.
  • Lucy: I will add to your “A” to make “AT”.
  • Peter: I will add onto your “AT” to make “RAT”.
  • Susan: I will add onto your “RAT” to make “BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC”.
  • Edmund: [flips the board]

OK this is for all my Witches and Witchlings.

Don’t let money or tools be the center of your craft.
Don’t wait for the metaphorical planets to align.

Do what you want to or need to do with what you have. Use the three year old candle, the empty jar of yogurt and the half dead potted plant.

Don’t be afraid to do your Craft even if you can’t have 10 tarot decks and four different types of rose quarz.
Clensed and blessed bottle water can be just as effective as rain or river water.

We all want beautiful altars and a dozen self grown herbs for our spells. The problem is, not all of us can have that.
And that’s OK.

You are the center of your magic. What you decide is the most important thing.
You decide if the purple craft glitter represents amethyst or not. You put the magic in the water or the cards or the stone.

Without you there would be no magic.

So please remember, having a lot of different tools is great.
But the most important one, the one that makes everything possible in the first place, is you.

- J. S. Morrigan

Kim Minseok//At Odds

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Summary: You don’t think your soulmark will complete itself on the same day that it comes to be on your skin, yet it happens - and who’s on the other end, a matching tattoo adorned on their skin? Only Kim Minseok, a man who could not be any more different to you.
Scenario: soulmate!AU
Word Count: 6,584

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Humans are weird 101 (music part 1)

Do you know what Aleins definitely don’t get? Human music tastes.

Most species like to keep their sound wave space clean in order to better locate, hear commands, and sense danger. The fact that humans purposely block these necessary alert functions baffles them.

In the early years of human-alien co-habitation, aleins had no idea what their ear pods or listening devices were for. Most assumed that they enhanced hearing and therefore would only speak in quiet voices so they wouldn’t bother the humans ears. Soon this was found out not to be the case especially when important information was whispered to a human wearing soundproof headphones.

But soon aleins began to understand they were listening to things. Unfortunately none of them appreciated human music as much as the natives

Alien: *listens to a few seconds of scremo and hast to sleep off the ringing in his sound processors*

Alien: what do you mean you listen to that for pleasure? There MUST be some element that is beneficial about your human ears being destroyed on repeat.

Human:*shrugs* I like the emotion

Alien: *looks up human emotions while screaming: fear, anger, sadness, horror*

Alien: *stares wide eyed at human*

Alien awkwardly wraps tentacles around human.

Human: what are you doing?

Alien: human guide book said that when humans became emotional they need physical contact in the form of bugs

Human: you mean hugs?

Alien gently pats them with a tentacle: whatever you say…

Alien: these human phrases are just repeated over and over again. I do not understand the appeal

Human: it’s just not your genre

Alien: what about Shaun? I thought he was on loading deck four?

Human: *face palm*

Alien: so what makes this country music?

Human: oh you know, the twang in their voices and the acoustic instruments, that sort of thing

Alien: these are all about females of your species and four-wheeled ground rovers and fermented beverages

Human puts an arm around alien: most music talks about girls and booze, but you KNOW it’s country when it talks about a truck

Alien: ahhhh this one. This one is my favorite

Human: I haven’t even picked a song yet

37 Mistakes I Made As A New Tarot Reader

I’d be lying if I said that I woke up one day and just knew all that there was to know about Tarot. During my journey as a new Tarot reader, I made a lot of “mistakes” and some fails. I’m putting mistakes in quotation marks because if it weren’t for these things I probably wouldn’t be the Tarot reader that I am today. I like to think that each one of these “mistakes” helped me gain a better insight into the type of reader I am. Along the way, I learned that my journey is mine and mine alone and no matter how authoritative the source of advice provided by someone else, I must ultimately do what feels right to me. I am not a perfect Tarot reader or learner by any means, and I believe this post shows a clear example of that.

Following The Rules

In the beginning, I read so many books and talked to many different readers who each had their own idea of the “right way” to read Tarot. I also had a huge fear that I was somehow using my deck the wrong way. I wish I would have known that there is no right or wrong way to read Tarot. What may work for one person may not work for the other and vice versa. I think that the amazing thing about divination is that each reader brings a little special part of themselves and their unique flavor to Tarot and that is incredible. I wish I would have been a more informed learner and allowed myself to form my own opinions instead of trying to follow someone else’s. No two readers are ever alike and they do not need to be either.

Meaning And Memorization Overload

I tried to learn and memorize all the Tarot card meanings overnight. While this may help some readers learn, I was not one of them. I quickly became frustrated and discouraged and it made learning Tarot into a chore. I set unrealistic goals for myself and I had such a difficult few months. I wish I would have taken my time to enjoy the experience of bonding with my cards and allowing the process of learning Tarot to develop and grow with me organically instead of trying to force it.

Lack Of Learning Plan

As I mentioned above, trying to memorize all the cards didn’t work for me. I was all over the place with my Tarot learning. I had several books all with competing ideas. Now when I go forward to learn a new aspect of Tarot I have a learning plan. It is something I wish I had done when I first started my Tarot journey as it would have kept me organized and left me with the ability to track my progress.

The Self Doubt Monster

I started off my Tarot journey excited and open to the possibility of growing as a person and learning about my life. As I mentioned above, I started feeling like I wasn’t good enough or that I would never truly grasp learning the cards. I had a lot of self-doubts and it led me to be depressed because Tarot was my first outlet of expression for me and I felt like I was bad at it. I wish I would have known that learning anything, especially Tarot takes time. I now know that my learning with Tarot will be a life long experience and I am okay with taking it one step at a time.

Do The Shuffle

One of my Tarot mentors told me that I had to shuffle my deck overhand four times, riffle shuffle three and cut the deck with my left hand three times so that my deck could be fully charged before a reading. It never really resonated with me but I still did it because I was told that was the way to do it. I wish I would have shuffled however and how many times I felt energetically pulled to do so. I now just riffle shuffle until I feel called to stop. Nothing fancy but it works.

Bonding

I never really resonated with sleeping with my Tarot deck but it seemed like that was what I was constantly being told to do when I started learning Tarot. I did it for a few night and felt like a failure because it just didn’t feel right. I wish I would have known that I could just talk to my deck, write poetry with it and even read for some of my favorite book characters as a way to bond with it. I wish I would have known that bonding is a personal practice and there is no one size fits all.

My Inner Skeptic

My uncles are very religious and when I started reading Tarot they made lots of negative comments that I was stupid for believing in a deck of cards. This negatively affected how I saw divination for a few months and led me to be skeptical of my findings no matter how helpful they were. I wish I would have kept an equal level of skepticism and belief when learning Tarot before others tried to discredit them.

Rituals And Sacred Spaces Oh My

I thought that in order to give the best possible readings to myself or to someone else I needed to perform an elaborate ritual before the reading started and after the reading ended. I also thought I needed a beautifully adorned space with lots of crystals, incense, and candles. It’s funny because I now read in places like coffee shops and bars and I do not really incorporate any set rituals into my practice because I don’t feel like I need to. I wish I would have just focused on the basics and then experimented with creating my own rituals if I felt called to do so instead of feeling like I needed to.

Readings On Repeat

Something that I would do early on was read for a single situation over and over again. I wanted to know all aspect of that particular subject but by pulling various cards. By doing that, the information either didn’t make sense anymore or it became extremely watered down. I wish I would have taken the time to read about one situation straight through and then come back at a later date and ask again if I still wanted more information.

Emotional Readings

I was told early on that I shouldn’t read Tarot when I was sad or depressed. One day I did just that and it helped me more than I knew it would. I wish I would have started to use Tarot more when I had a depression episode to help calm me down and aid me in my healing journey rather than putting my cards away when I needed them the most.

Fancy Schmancy Tools

I thought I needed a fancy silk scarf to wrap my cards in, an elaborate wooden box and expensive incense to purify my cards. Looking back now I want to slap myself. I wish I would have known that those things are all unnecessary in my practice and are just extras not must have’s. I now keep my decks in their original boxes or pencil cases which are both functional and cost effective.

Tarot System Overload

I thought that in order to be a true Tarot reader, whatever that means, I had to learn all the different systems. Imagine me, not fully able to comprehend one deck yet still trying to learn Thoth, Marseille, and Rider Waite Smith all at the same time. Needless to say, it was a disaster. Although I would have still explored the different systems, I would have chosen one to start with exclusively and get to know well before delving deep into another. This would have helped me to achieve a better handle on my Tarot learning.

Mirroring Other Readings

I really looked up to the way my mother and grandmothers read cards that I wanted to mirror how they read. I felt by doing so, I was honoring our family traditions. I quickly found that their style just wasn’t for me. I wish I would have just trusted that my own way of reading Tarot would develop over time instead of trying to mirror theirs.

The Waiting Game

Something that I think held me back was my decision to wait before reading for other people that weren’t my immediate family and friends. I had this mindset that I needed to be studying Tarot for so many years or be a resident reader at a metaphysical shop to be able to read Tarot for other people. I wish I would have allowed myself to take the chance earlier and start reading for strangers. I think this would have helped me become more comfortable in my reading ability and also provide me with the feedback I needed to become better. When I did finally take that plunge and start reading for others, it became the best decision I could have possibly made.

Tarot Certification

When I started learning Tarot, a few of my mentors and people I looked up to talked about Tarot certifications and that every reader should aspire to be “Tarot certified” whatever that meant. I wanted to become certified not because I wanted to learn but because I felt it was what everyone else was doing. I thought having a shiny certificate with my name on it was fancy and somehow would prove that I was an amazing Tarot reader. Looking back now, I am glad I never went through with a certification. It isn’t that I do not think it is valuable because for some readers it may very well be but for me personally it never resonated with me and me wanting it back then was for all the wrong reasons. I wish I would have known that I could still be a great Tarot reader with or without a certificate.

Oracle Deck Allowance

At the beginning of my Tarot journey, I never gave myself a chance to use Oracle cards. I think using oracle cards alongside Tarot readings adds such a fabulous new dimension and layer to an already insightful message. If I could go back, I would give myself permission to enjoy oracle cards as well.

Defining Myself

When I started my Tarot journey I allowed other people’s opinions and judgments to define me as a reader and how I viewed and utilized my Tarot cards. For some reason, I wanted other Tarot readers approval but that wasn’t me at all. I wish that I would have silenced all those things and just remained authentic to myself. The many opinions others had of me influenced how I read the cards and that is something I still am actively letting go of today.

Burning Out

When I started out with Tarot, I tried to learn as much as I could. I did Tarot reading after reading for myself and even offered some practice readings on free forums. Long story short, I ended up burning myself out. I wish I would have given myself the time to take a break from Tarot and allow my mind to process the information instead of tiring myself out.

The Comparison Game

When starting on my Tarot journey, I used to compare myself to other Tarot readers. Comparing yourself to other people is never a good feeling and I wish I could go back and focus on the skills and good qualities that I had as a reader instead of those that others had, that I lacked.

Being A Solo Reader

At the beginning of my Tarot journey, I didn’t really have a lot of friends. This wasn’t by choice as there weren’t lots of local metaphysical shops as there are now but I wish I tried harder to find people who were of a like mind. I connected with a lot of my Tarot peers through online forums like tarotforum.net and it helped me shape who I was as a reader. I didn’t stick with it though and continued most of my study solo.  The accessibility of social media that we have today is something that I do not take for granted because back then, connecting with other Tarot readers was so difficult, especially if you were a beginner.

Those Darn Book Meanings

When I would start reading for myself with the cards I heavily relied on the book meanings. I would go through either the little white book or one of my many Tarot books I had from the library and try to decipher the message. I wish I would have learned to trust my own intuition and create my own meanings of the cards.

Fear Of Being Wrong

When I first started reading for others I had this huge anxiety of steering people in the wrong direction when using the cards. I wish I would have been honest with myself and my reading style and instead of trying to focus on concrete predictions, I would have made the client feel empowered and provided choices and avenues they could consider so that they could ultimately make the choices instead of me trying to make the choices for them.

Meaning Fluidity

When I started learning the meanings of the cards I was rigid in how I interpreted them. I thought The Fool always meant new beginnings and Death was a drastic change no matter where it was in a Tarot spread. I wish I would have known that each Tarot card has a myriad of meanings and that one card can mean something completely different in the context of one reading versus another.  

Recording My First Readings

When I started out in my Tarot journey I did lots of readings for myself, my favorite book and television characters. I wish I would have written down or recorded my first readings so that I could now be able to see how much I have grown as a reader.

All Work, No Play

I took my Tarot study very seriously that I never allowed myself any time to just enjoy the process. I wish I would have given myself permission to experiment, have fun and be silly with my cards as I am now.

The Celtic Cross

I know, I know. There are some readers who swear by the Celtic cross as a great beginner Tarot spread. I, however, am not one of them. The Celtic cross was so intimidating to me when I first started out. There are ten spread positions and as a beginner, I felt like that was the only true spread I could use. I wish I would have stuck with pulling one to three cards to become more comfortable with reading before I jumped into a large spread like the Celtic Cross.

Cleansing The Deck

As a beginner Tarot reader, I thought I needed to cleanse my deck every time I gave someone else a reading because it is what so many other people told me was the “right” thing to do. I don’t ever cleanse my decks anymore. I mean okay that is a lie… I’ve cleansed one deck, in the last year because that deck was being a total buttface but other than that I don’t feel like I need to. I wish I would have known that how many times I cleansed my deck was personal to me and doing so should be my choice and how I felt instead of following other people and their way of doing things.

Living The Daily Tarot Life

After I consumed myself with Tarot for the first year I put it away and I quickly forgot everything I learned. I wish I would have incorporated Tarot into my daily life like I do now. Something as easy as pulling a card of the day for myself would have helped me still keep Tarot in the forefront without taking lots of time and energy.

Wrong First Deck

I felt like I had to read with the Rider Waite Smith, Thoth or Marseille because that is what the majority of what other readers were using. I wish I would have allowed myself the permission to choose my own deck based on what I liked and what felt right instead of succumbing to what I felt I needed to start with.

Those Darn Scary Cards

I admit, when I started learning Tarot I dreaded pulling the Death card, the Tower or even The Devil cards. They scared the crap out of me. I wish I would have known that each card within the Tarot has both a shadow and illuminated aspect and that there aren’t inherently “bad” cards within the deck. Knowing this early on would have helped me see that there can be empowerment in the tower and sadness in the sun card.

Reading Boundaries

One of the biggest mistakes I made when starting reading for others was to not set clear boundaries of the types of readings I was comfortable doing and the ones I wanted to stay clear from. I learned quickly to be upfront with anyone who wanted a reading from me about what type of reader I was, what type of questions I do not answer and what my ethics were. During my first year of reading for others, I did a lot of free practice readings. I made it a habit to let those know that I was still learning and that the reading provided was to help me grow as a reader while giving them insight but for them to take it with a grain of salt.

Fear Of Success

Once I was comfortable using Tarot to help myself and others, I began to somehow fear and sometimes even sabotaged my own successes. I doubted if what I was doing was even real and if I was indeed helping others, despite the glowing reviews and acknowledgments from others. I wish that I would have taken the time to sit with myself and understand my feelings of success and why it scared me so much.

Saying No No No

Once I started opening up to read for other people, my close friends and family members started asking for readings on an everyday basis. It got to the point that people only wanted to hang out with me so that I could read their cards. I wish I would have been firm and said no to my family and friends who abused my kindness and generosity while I was still learning.

Feedback And Criticism

I wish I would have known the difference between someone bullying me and giving constructive criticism. While I did face times where people discouraged, bullied and belittle me, I wish I would have taken the advice from those who provided constructive criticism and genuinely wanted to better me as a reader instead of seeing it as a personal attack.

Life Answers

During my first few tries with Tarot, I thought the cards held all the answers to my problems and would be able to tell me what to do with complete clarity. I learned rather quickly that Tarot was a guide and it was my choices and the commitment to those choices that made up my life. I wish I would have known to not rely on Tarot as an all-knowing oracle and instead use it as a tool for guidance in regards to me making my own decisions within my life.  

Using The Wrong Spread

When I wanted to expand my Tarot arsenal, I tried many different Tarot spreads. Because of the sheer amount of spreads I used to read for myself, it proved very difficult in keeping track of what Tarot spreads worked for me and what didn’t.  I wish I would have tested out spreads more thoroughly before using them to give myself readings instead of just assuming that it was going to answer my question perfectly. I also wish that I was selective in what spreads I used for certain question and had the courage to tweak them to fit my specific situation. I learned quickly that there are some spreads created for one specific purpose that may not necessarily work for another purpose and can give confusing results.

Wrong Questions

Throughout my early years of Tarot, I would sometimes dance around the issue I wanted to know about when performing a reading for myself. In the same respect, I would often ask questions that were disempowering to me and lead to me feeling anxiety with the question I was seeking insight for. I wish I would have taken the time to really focus my questions before starting a reading. I now know the importance of doing a reading that empowers and uplifts instead of leaving me to feel hopeless and defeated no matter what the answer is.


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Title: Thirty-Seven Mistakes I Made As A New Tarot Reader
Copyright:  © Ivan Ambrose 2017
Disclaimer: I use the term mistake very loosely in this post as I am a firm believer that each one of my mistakes has helped shape me into the reader that I am today. What I may consider a mistake in my practice and as a Tarot reader may be something that is totally acceptable in your practice. Just because I viewed something as a mistake in my personal practice does not mean that that particular topic should not hold or cannot hold a place of validity and acceptance in yours. The premise of this post is to showcase some of the mistakes I believed I have made as a new Tarot reader. This may be different from your own and that is okay. This post in no way, shape, or form is intended to tell you how you must go about being a new Tarot reader but as a reflection of myself as someone who was once a new Tarot reader. The intention of this post is to share my experiences and my growth as a Tarot reader.  I encourage and open up this conversation to respectful debate and added commentary to supplement this post of any kind.
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The Attack on Orleans, World War I,

The only enemy attack on American soil during World War I occurred at the sleepy Cape Cod fishing town of Orleans, Massachusetts. On the morning of July 21st, 1918 the German submarine U-156 surfaced outside of the town and opened fire with its four deck guns.  First U-156 attacked the tugboat Perth Amboy, sinking it and the four barges it was towing.

The submarine then fired upon the town, all of its shells landing harmlessly in a nearby swamp.  During the attack, a local citizens returned fire with rifles and shotguns, among them a ten year old boy named Jack Ainsley, who was armed with a .22 rifle.

On board the tug and barges were 32 sailors, all of whom were rescued by the local US Life Saving Service, who bravely rowed out to the sinking boats despite attracting fire from U-156. U-156 finally submerged and retreated when HS-1L Flying Boats and R-9 Bombers dive bombed the submarine with payloads of TNT, one of the first naval aviation attacks in American history.

The attack resulted in the sinking of one tugboat and four barges, but there were no casualties and no damaged occurred to the town itself. For the remainder of the war rumors spread throughout the town that a German invasion or larger naval attack was imminent. The locals of the town would call the incident “The Battle of Orleans”. The submarine U-156 was also unharmed, and traveled north, sinking fishing boats and merchant ships off the coast of Maine and Newfoundland.  On 25th of November the submarine failed to report in to German High Command, and it or it’s 77 man crew was never heard from or seen again.

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Commander 2017 - The Headliners

The official spoiler period for Commander 2017 is this week, and there are a lot of new and exciting cards to look at. Pictured above are the four marquee Commanders for the decks. Commander 2017 features four decks with distinct tribal themes based on the creature types Cat, Dragon, Vampire, and Wizard. Each of the primary Commanders features the new ability word Eminence, which functions whether the card is on the field or in the command zone.

Sammy The Great

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

*This is my first time writing fanfiction so please be nice! Feedback would be most appreciated !*

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean

Author: @oppsiwrotemorefanfic

Summary:  You found out from Dean that Sam used to be into magic, so you beg him to do a trick for you.

Word Count: 717

Setting: The Bunker (The Library)

Warnings: some cursing, (new writer alert)


“Oh please, Sammy! Just one trick,” you begged. 

“Y/N, no I’m not gonna do it,” Sam sighed as he shot Dean a dirty look. “I can’t believe you told her!”

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The Four of Swords.

Such an appropriate card for the weekend I have ahead of me. Highly needed downtime! A trip to Luxembourg is around the corner and I’m looking forward to not having my mind clouded up by anything else but nature, castles/ruins and the city. Even if it’s just one or the other, depending on how much time each of it will take. Definately excited for it!

I hope you’re all going to have a wonderful weekend, loves. 🌹

outerspacetrashprince  asked:

Spones accidental kisses or like we had to kiss to hide? I need cute spones Dan I need it

Spock rushed down the deserted alleyway and leapt around the overturned garbage can. His bootheel caught on the cobblestone and he fell, hard, hitting his chin as his tricorder flew from his hand and smashed against the ground.

“What was that about Vulcan poise and grace?” McCoy shouted as he grabbed Spock by the back of his shirt and hauled him up.

Spock noted that McCoy was panting quite hard. “You should save your breath for running, Doctor.”

“You’re one to talk. Is the tricorder—”

“Destroyed,” Spock confirmed. “We will not know how close they are.”

“Well let’s not stick around to find out.”

With no way to scan for hostiles, they ran blindly into the night. Distantly, Spock could hear an alarm being raised. He tried to run faster but McCoy lagged behind and so Spock fell back beside him. They dashed through the streets until McCoy was gasping for breath. Spock could have continued, but instead he pulled the two of them into an alleyway.

“Breathe, Doctor.”

“M’fine,” he gasped, breaking into a coughing fit. Spock watched, discomfited, as McCoy coughed. He took a few deep breaths. “Jesus,” he said shakily. “I’ve gotten…soft in my old age.”

“You are not yet forty,” Spock corrected. “Hardly old.” His ears perked up. “Someone is coming,” he hissed.

“What?” McCoy turned and took a step, but a building blocked his way. “Damnit, Spock! Of all the alleyways you could have turned down.”

Footsteps approaching. “Doctor,” Spock warned.

“I can’t believe you think you’re the logical one! Half the time you don’t seem to know your left from your right, but maybe the ears are causing interference.”

“Doctor!” Spock tried again.

“Now we’re going to get caught on some god-forsaken planet, and you’re over there—”

Spock really thought he was just going to grab McCoy’s arm.

McCoy jerked away and Spock grabbed at him again. He could see McCoy’s mouth open to continue the line of their argument despite the fact this was far from the optimal time. Spock grabbed one of McCoy’s arms. Then the other. Then he thought, I must silence McCoy.

Next thing he knew he was swallowing a gasp of surprise.

Spock’s mind was always busy. He could not recall a time when he wasn’t thinking about mathematical computations alongside musical compositions. His mind was usually awash with the minutia of his body as he kept himself tightly control. He focused on imagining starcharts and solving the latest engineering difficulties. He was a busy person with a busy mind.

And for a moment, that stopped.

His world seemed to narrow to one bright speck, and maybe he was still imagining a starchart. A single star, lost in the cosmos, tasting of peaches. He realized McCoy had stopped trying to fight him and so he did the next logical thing: he lifted his hands to curl his thumbs at the line of McCoy’s jaw and held him. Spock tipped his head to one side and McCoy tipped opposite of him and the world beneath them spun a little slower. Each moment was languid, tranquil and Spock could have done this for days. McCoy was fascinating. Nuanced. Subtle. Spock wanted to explore and be explored until–

Suddenly McCoy’s arms were around him. He tugged Spock off balance and then they were against the wall, and things got a whole lot more dramatic. Spock’s ears rang with a rush of blood and excitement as McCoy kissed him at warp 9. One of his hands found McCoy’s waist and he pulled their bodies flush together and McCoy grunted into his mouth, half-laughter.

Intrigued, Spock chased the sound, chased McCoy’s clever tongue now put to much more logical pursuits. McCoy struck back, as he always did, and then spun him around.

Spock hit the wall and McCoy set to work on him again, all incautious teeth and steady hands. Spock had no complaints. Could not even recall why he would have complaints until McCoy accidentally brushed against his bruised jaw and he remembered:

Running.

Alleyway.

They were being watched.

He stood up straight and McCoy fell off of him like a jacket. Spock stared at their audience and attempted to think of how to explain their actions. His quite logical brain could only wonder where the kisses had gone.

“Captain,” he said finally.

“Mr. Spock.” Jim looked utterly amused.

McCoy glared at him. “Great, you’re here,” he said, not sounding like he found it very ‘great’ at all. “Did you get those peacekeepers off our tail?”

“I did indeed,” Jim said mildly. “Not that you seemed to need my help with your…tail.”

Spock felt like he was being mocked, but he ignored it. “Then perhaps we should make haste to leave this planet.”

Jim leaned against the wall. “We can leave whenever. You two feel free to continue whatever it was you were doing. Don’t mind me.”

McCoy reached over and snatched the communicator from Jim’s belt, ignoring his plaintive “hey.” “McCoy to Enterprise. Three to beam up.”

Scotty acknowledged and the beam caught them. They materialized and McCoy immediately stepped off the pad, throwing the communicator at Jim as he stalked away. Jim still looked amused.

“If you will excuse me, Captain,” Spock said diplomatically.

“Debriefing at 0900,” Jim said. “Until then you two have fun.”

Spock hastened after McCoy.

He found him startling ensigns on deck four. Spock cleared his throat and the rest scattered, leaving one very-cross looking doctor standing in the hallway. “Spock, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Contemplating the emotional reaction your kiss instill in me.”

“You—” McCoy gaped. He shut his mouth with a click. “Did you just say…?”

“Indeed.” Spock glanced around with faux innocence. “I am afraid there are no seedy alleyways available to attempt a repeat performance.”

McCoy looked around as well, relaxing in increments. “No alleys, huh?” he drawled slowly. “Corridor J doesn’t see much use.”

“Indeed it does not.” Spock gestured down the hall. “Shall we?”

McCoy’s eyes glittered. “Just a little repeat,” he hedged.

“For hypothesis-testing,” Spock agreed.

“And then I’ll take a look at that bruise on your chin.”

“Agreed.”

“All right then,” McCoy said giddily. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed Spock’s hand and tugged him down the hall to corridor J, where things got a little out of hand and they found themselves arriving at the debriefing thirty minutes late with eight more mouth-shaped bruises between them.

Command (M)

Birthday post for badass tsundere rapper Yoongi!

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, childhood friends AU

Word count: 2,580 words


You couldn’t believe it, lips forming an ‘o’ of disbelief, eyes boggling at the white draw four text with black background on the small stack of cards. “What the hell? How is this even possible?!”

“Blue,” Yoongi drawled, ignoring your question.

Huffing, you drew four cards from the deck and added them to the ever growing pile in your hands, not bothering to hide your vexation. You gestured wordlessly for him to continue, and he dropped a blue draw two card. “Uno.”

You screamed in frustration and threw your cards at him, earning a chuckle in return. “Just what sort of voodoo are you using? It’s not possible to have so many draw cards every game!”

“You’re just unbelievably unlucky, y/n,” his shoulders shaking in silent laughter as he picked up the cards. “Let’s see, how many commands do you owe me?”

“Five,” you mumbled, barely audible.

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Bet Your Ass

Contribution @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Negan challenge.   I know I am two weeks late (eek!)  I really did have some major health problems though.  Thank you for being understanding! 

I did an Anal story

Warnings:  Smutty, smut smut smut.  Dub-Con (More reluctance than anything else tho), Anal (Obv),

Pairing:  Negan/OFC

Words:  4700

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                    “I win.”  The two words spewed out of the man’s mouth all night. 

                You tossed your cards down and went to stand up from the table as he pulled in all his chips.   

                “Quitting so soon?” Negan raised an eyebrow and looked away from his haul.   

                “Quitting?’  You scoffed.  “I don’t have anything left to bet. You won it all.” 

                You signaled to the three other men who were standing away from the table.  Even though you lost it all you were proud of coming in second tonight.  Negan was either the best bluffer in the world or the luckiest damn poker player who ever existed.  

                “A lady like you with your charms…I’m sure you’ve got something that would entice me to throw down.”  Negan gives you that billion dollar grin and you roll your eyes.  

                “I think one of your wives can take care of that for you.”  There is no playfulness in your voice as you walk away from the table. 

                “What a shame Y/N.” Negan’s voice gives you pause. “I never took you for a chicken.” 

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Glitch In The Matrix Stories #23

I Had A Month Or Two Where Weird Things Kept Happening To Me

For about a month or two, inexplicable things kept happening to me. It was like I had a guardian angel who was helping me with small, trivial inconveniences. Here are 3 things that occurred that really stood out:

First: In band camp, we stayed in dorms that had our own bedrooms. The doors of these bedrooms locked automatically when you left the room, so it was important that you had your key with you at all times. I specifically know that my door was always locked after I would exit the door and close it, because often I would forget something in my room and turn around and (forgetting that it was locked) try to open it and be unable to. 

One day I was running late to one of the practices. I left my room and closed the door and realized I left the key to the room on my bed. Shit, I was locked out. Or so I thought. I then tried to open the door anyway, and for some odd reason, it did open. Not sure how the door managed to malfunction just when I needed it to. I then grabbed the key and closed the door again, tried to open it, and it was locked like it should be.

Second: One night, I had a bunch of acne creams on my face and had nothing to hold my hair back as I slept. I did not want stray hairs around my face to get in the acne medication, but I did not want to use a head band to keep my hair back because then there would be a crease in my hair when I woke up. I remember thinking that bobby pins would do the trick. I often needed bobby pins and looked for them a lot, but could never find a single one because I hadn’t bought any in a year or two. 

That night I decided to look around my room to see if I could find any anyway. I opened my drawer in my vanity and I found 10 bright yellow bobby pins. Immediately I was weirded out because I had no idea where they came from. It was a drawer I used a lot, and I had never seen them in there before. Also, who owns bright YELLOW bobby pins? Blonde makes sense, but these were yellow. I then put them all in my hair and went to sleep. 

The next morning I took them out and put them on a tray on my vanity so I could use them the next night. That night when I returned to my room and reached for them, they were gone. I haven’t seen them since.

Third: My best friend and I like to paint walls. I was at his house one day and we were sitting on the ground with open cans of paint all around us, planning our mural for the day. At one point he took a small paint brush, dipped it into a can or grey paint, and then realizing he did not need it, tossed it into a paint tray on the ground. The paint brush ended up going a little too far, and skipped the tray and landed on my jeans. It actually landed on my jeans twice, so there was a stain of wet paint on both legs of my jeans. 

I pretended to yell at my friend because they were my only pair of jeans, though I didn’t really care much. We talked about it for a minute or two and then moved on. About 15 minutes later I looked back down at my jeans. There was absolutely no paint anywhere. Not a single trace. Not even a faint stain on either leg.

Credits to: prepperproni

I Had An Unexplained “Result” With An Electronics Experiment In 1997

I’m currently graduating with an electronics-related degree, with a lot of knowledge in electronic circuits and how electronic components work. However one experiment I did almost two decades ago still eludes me to this day.

When I was a lot younger and had a lot more free time, I used to build electric model cars. They aren’t the fancy remote control ones, just basic motors and batteries to make them move forwards or in circles. Electric motors can only spin when both wires are connected properly to a power source, since a complete circuit with proper connections are required for any electronic component to work.

Well, one November in 1997, I was trying to win an electric car drag race with a few friends. I decided to use four motors in parallel. My idea was to put one motor on each wheel.

To try if a single D-cell can power four tape deck motors, I connected four motors together and then connected my D-cell battery. The four motors, placed close to each other, started spinning up and reaching maximum speed with no issue.

Totally normal. Or so I thought.

I clearly observed Motor #3 spinning at top speed with one of it’s bright yellow wires clearly disconnected. This is impossible, Motor #3 should be stopped. But it’s clearly spinning at top speed.

In shock, and in awe, I just had to get my giant Sony Handicam to record this phenomenon. After digging for 5 minutes for a blank 8mm Cassette, I attempted to reproduce the condition fruitlessly for three hours. Motor #3 behaved normally and would not spin up with the same conditions as before (one wire disconnected). Unfortunately, I gave up on attempting to reproduce and just went ahead as normal.

To this day I have no explanation of how one motor was able to operate in an open circuit. One of my theories was I had the four motors clustered together, and somehow the changing magnetic fields of Motors 1, 2 and 4 were able to somehow induce an electric current to the Rotor of Motor #3. However I must have tried millions of positions, moving and positioning each motor in specific places. None of it worked.

To this day I was unable to reproduce the “Wireless Motor Effect” (as I called it in my notes) of November 1997. I think I just encountered a momentary glitch with the matrix.

Credits to: HyperionTypeX2B

Was I In Two Places At Once Or Just Dreaming?

Full disclaimer: This happened after I had been awake for over 20 hours, and previously only sleeping about 3 hours. I am definitely not a reliable narrator here, but there’s still enough of a “That was weird?” to make me wonder and share.

As I said, I was completely exhausted. It was a bit after 8PM last night, and we had just gotten the kids to bed. My wife was running to the grocery store to pick up a few things, and I trying to decide if I wanted to turn in for the night, or try to stay up a bit longer to check out the Olympics opening ceremony. I was debating this while lying on the bed, which of course means I fell asleep.

A bit later, I woke to some commotion downstairs I went down to the kitchen to find my wife putting groceries away. She asked if I was going to bed, and slightly perturbed, I replied with something to the effect of I was sleeping but her being so loud putting groceries away woke me back up, so I might as well stay up at that point. She was confused and asked what I meant - I was coming down the steps to the living room as she came back in the front door from the grocery store, and even asked if she needed any help putting the groceries away.

Credits to: jmritenour

Mattress

Approximately 3 years ago I was walking to bed one night and it was pretty late and pitch black in the house. I get to my opened bedroom door and try to get in (I was going to bed). I say that I was trying to get in, because something rather large was blocking the doorway. The way it was blocking it was from inside the door frame- which means if someone did put it there, they’d be in the room as well because it would have been impossible to get out of the room with it in the door frame. 

Immediately I thought it was a mattress from the bed, because it had the right feel to it and the right size, just about. I kept pushing against it, to no avail. It wouldn’t budge. My daughter was asleep in her room, my boyfriend was in the living room. I ran back to the living room scared to death freaking out. The way my house is was living room, kitchen, hallway a bedroom on the right (my daughter’s) our bedroom at the end of the hallway. The bathroom was next to my daughters room in between her room and ours. So it’s a straight shot and nobody can walk down the hallway without making noise (very creaky floor) and I was just sitting on the couch trying to calm myself down. This took about 30 seconds and there were no sounds of anyone walking in the hall. 

I walked into the hallway and turned on the hall light this time. I could see nothing blocking the doorway of the room. I went in and the bed was still made, not messed up like it’d be if someone did that as a gag and 30 seconds is not long enough to put a mattress back and make a bed like that. Still creeps me out whenever I think about it.

Weirder yet: A week before that, I had moved the bed- guess where the mattress was put while I did that? Yes, against the door frame stood up. But it was broad daylight. Somehow I think I had a time/space overlap from a week prior to that night.

Credits to: falling_into_fate