get rid of all your fears

More fuel for the ‘humans are the weird ones’ fire: We are arbitrarily frightened of creatures which can’t possibly hope to hurt us.

When a human crewmate begins howling fearfully after a routine stop on Terra, designated guards can’t get there fast enough. What sort of horrifying beast capable of frightening the all-consuming, self-poisoning, oxygen-breathing HUMAN could have possibly made it past security protocols?!

And it turns out it’s a cricket.

“Is it venomous?! Is it flesh-eating?! Does it spray some sort of biological agent that eats away at your neural pathways?!”

“No, it’s just CREEPY! It landed ON MY NECK!! Someone get rid of it!!”

Once the aliens understand the phenomenon of ‘creepy’, they’re even more confused. What makes it creepy? Why, in its innocence of living, does the lowly cricket inspire fear? It’s so underdeveloped by Terran standards; it doesn’t even have the mental complexity needed to experience pain!

And let’s not forget that these fears aren’t universal. Some of us are not only indifferent to the presence of ‘creepy’ animals, we actively seek to surround ourselves with them.

“Human-Jacob, why do you seek the assistance of Human-Vanessa when you find a Terran snake? Can you not hunt it yourself?”

“Oh, hell no. I’m not touching those things.”

“Is Human-Vanessa a predatory subspecies? Is that what enables her to capture them more efficiently?”

“What? No. She just thinks they’re cute.”

Anti-anxiety Shower Spell

Let’s face it. Sometimes our fear of failure and anxiety can get the best of us even when we think we’re prepared for whatever happens. That’s why I created this spell to help stay calm before major events.

This spell is great to do before a large presentation for school or work, a job interview, or any other event where you need to be calm and collected.

What you’ll need:

  • A small cloth bag, empty tea bag, or cheese cloth 
  • Eucalyptus 
  • Citrine 
  • Lavender 
  • Orange zest

What to do:

Gather your ingredients and place them in your bag. If you’re using tea cloth, place the items in the center of the bag and tie it closed with a cord or ribbon of your choice. Once you’ve got all of your herbs in place, charge them with your intent! Hold them in your hands and imagine your energy flowing into them to waken their properties. Eucalyptus to repel negative thoughts and protect against them coming back, citrine to enhance the cleansing, lavender to stay relaxed and tranquil, and orange zest to restore a sense of well-being and joy. 

When you can feel their energy thrumming in your hands, go into the bathroom and tie the bag to your shower head so that the hot water and steam will release the oils into the air. Shower like normal. Wash your hair, scrub down your body, make sure you get yourself squeaky clean, and then let the hot water ground and center you. Feel the water hitting the top of your head and trickling down to the tips of your toes. Imagine your anxiety like a thick, black tar covering your skin and only the water can wash it away. While envisioning this, you can chant or think this:

Flowing waters clean and clear 
Rid me please of all my fears
Wash the dread right down the drain
So calm and steady I’ll remain.
Cleanse my body, cleanse my mind
Leave my anxieties henceforth behind.
This is my will, this is my power
To release trepidation in this shower.

Repeat the chant until you feel ready to conquer whatever the day holds! For an added boost, keep the citrine in your pocket and rub it if those pesky thoughts come back. Hope you all enjoy this!

🔮✨New Moon Crystalscopes✨🔮

For the July 13th New Moon, I’ve intuitively selected a crystal from my personal collection for each Zodiac sign. Each crystal selections is accompanied by a message the Universe has for you to help you make the most of this significant lunar energy.

•Check Sun/Moon/Ascendant•

Aries • Malachite: Your heart yearns for healing and balance during this time. Seek out people and experiences you love. Surrender yourself to the flow of universal creative power, and see how fast transformation happens.

Taurus • Tiger Eye: Cleanse and banish all that is no longer serving you. You’ve been holding on far too long to things that are best left in the past. Release the old patterns that are taking up valuable energy from you.

Gemini • Goldstone: That spark of creativity and motivation is right around the corner. Let yourself be overcome with joy at life’s simple pleasures, and don’t push so hard for new ideas to come. As soon as you stop trying to force them, they will begin to flow.

Cancer • Fluorite: Your intuition is powerful, so trust it. Clear your mind of the excessive clutter and chattering so you can tune into what your gut is telling you. You’ll be surprised what you find out.

Leo • Celestite: This is an excellent time to strengthen your connection with your angels and guardian spirits. They have a lot they’d like to say to you at this time. Pay close attention to signs and synchronicities.

Virgo • Bloodstone: Break free of your destructive habits. Get rid of your negative thinking patterns. You’ve been allowing fear to take control, so step up and take back what’s yours.

Libra • Amethyst: Serenity is coming. Emotional release will be on its way once the storm has passed. Look for every opportunity to release built-up stress and seek out relaxation.

Scorpio • Labradorite: Your psychic powers are gaining momentum at this time. Meditation and healing are crucial. Be cautious of who and what you spend your precious energy on.

Sagittarius • Citrine: Inspiration is all around you, as long as you know how to look. Train your brain to locate it. You’ll be surprised to find that opportunity may be hiding in plain sight.

Capricorn • Jasper: Find connection and healing through nature. The Earth’s energy will soothe and rejuvenate your tired spirit. Now is a time to keep your feet firmly planted on the ground.

Aquarius • Lapis Lazuli: Communication and trust will lead you to your inner truth. You owe it to yourself to seek and honor this divine insight. Your instincts will tell you who or what is truly worth listening to.

Pisces • Hematite: You’ve been stuck in a foggy rut of negative energy. Remove toxic influences from your life as soon as you can. Seek spiritual guidance for cleansing and healing.

what being triggered is:

  • intense panic attacks
  • 7 hours of sobbing in the bathroom, trying not to throw up.
  • actually throwing up.
  • flashbacks to traumatic events.
  • one side of yourself saying “death will get rid of the memories” and the other side making excuses not to.
  • being unable to sleep in fear of dreaming about said traumatic events
  • being unable to be around anything that even slightly reminds you of said traumatic event
  • tensing up and feeling ill when someone even vaguely mentions anything related to the traumatic event you experienced, trying your best to avoid crying about it.
  • why am i crying? this is irrational, it wont happen again. why does this hurt so much. why can’t i just forget. this is all in my head. stop thinking about it. stop thinking about it stop thinking about it.
  • likely caused by post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) or other serious stress causing disorders.
  • nightmares waking you up at three in the morning and trying to keep yourself together just long enough to get back to sleep because you have classes to attend in the morning.
  • shaking and trying to keep it together in public as you’re crytyping when you’re venting to a friend because all you want is to get it off your chest, whether or not anyone can even understand what you’re trying to get across.
  • you know this thing you love doing that’s completely unrelated to trauma? you experienced a vague flashback while doing it so now you can’t do it again out of fear you’ll have worse flashbacks.
  • completely forgetting who you are and being completely numb.
  • maybe if I hurt myself in this way, I’ll stop hurting in that way.
  • stuttering and having a difficult time breathing as you try to ask someone not to bring up the subject again. Being too loud or being too quiet as you try to hide the fact this is extremely distressing.
  • something you need professional help and therapy to “get over”
  • different for everybody

what being triggered is not:

  • being uncomfortable with something
  • a joke

anonymous asked:

How did you get to your CW?

i actually owe my weight loss to a really handy detox drink!! it just melted the fat right off? the recipe is down below:

- 1oz self loathing (can be substituted for self destructive issues)
- 2 cups of a gross home life
- a pinch of childhood bullying
- 1 tablespoon of perfectionism issues
- a dash of food contamination fears
- 4 teaspoons of depression

mix it all in a lot of water to get rid of that bitter taste! i like to add a heaping spoonful of body dysmorphia to mine to really give it a kick but it’s totally optional. hope this helps!!!


Originally posted by jiminiemini

Pairing: demonJungkook x Reader
Genre: smut, humiliation
Warnings: sex, demeaning names, humiliation, choking, degradation, unprotected sex, ass play

Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t ignore the demon’s subtle smirk. Shaking your head, you frowned slightly as you scowled, glaring at him and clenching your fists.

“And all that for what? For a goddamn wish.”

You whispered with venom in your voice at the thought of your already lost best friend. Jungkook snickered a bit at your reaction, humming a bit and taking in your tense sight.The demon seemed to gauge your reactions with both curiosity and interest. From what you had seen so far, Jungkook never threatened you but however, he was tempting you to contract and to deal with him.

“Come on. Actually, I know what humans desire the most. What humans like you don’t get is the fact you could only be more powerful for just a single wish, and yet…”

His mocking glance plunged into yours and you blinked, adrenalin coursing through your veins as the chestnut-haired demon slowly made his way to you, his words slowly sinking into your mind. Through long lashes, you gazed at him, lost in thoughts and still trying to process what was happening. It was partly your fault. If only you had better reasoned your friend for not playing with supernatural…

“You are as involved as her. And now she seems to like how my talents worked for her. Why don’t you eventually give in?“

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You “feel like a woman”? Really ? Do you ?

Did you grow up thinking your future was being locked up in a house pregnant ? Did you grow up thinking having sex would hurt ? Did you grow up thinking you would either be a prude or a slut? Did you grow up thinking your body was wrong and ugly? Did you grow up wondering what was happening to your body because no one talks about female puberty ? Did you grow up knowing you would have to shave your body hair ? When you were a kid, were you ever called “bossy” for having an opinion ? Did they ever tell you you “would change your mind” if you didn’t want to get married and have children ? Did boys harass you at fucking primary school ? Did they tell you you were ugly? Did they ask before they touched your body ? Have you ever started your day and suddenly had a panic attack because you realized you forgot to put make up on or you forgot to shave ? Have you ever starved yourself to the point of passing out because you were “fat”? Have you ever had to sleep less because you had to : Do your make up, do your hair, choose outfit, work out ? Have you ever wondered if you would end up being stoned to death ? Married to an unknown older guy who would rape you ? Have you ever feared to be raped ? Well know what ? I’m scared to be raped AGAIN. Have you ever walked on the streets, hoping no one would harass / rape / kill you ? Have you ever used public transportations without being scared to death of the men around you ? Did you ever have to wear uncomfortable outfits and shoes ? Have you ever feared for your life for simply going out with friends ? Have you ever feared for your life when a man harassed you ? Not knowing how to get rid off him ? Have your boss ever touched your ass? Kissed you ? Do you have to hear that women are ugly and dumb several times a day, everyday ? From your relatives, your dad, your brother, your uncle, your son?

You might pass as a woman because you perform well the shitty fetishes of men. But you know what ? I’ve gone through all these things, I still do. Whether I’m feminine or not. Because I’m not hated and treated like an object based on my clothes. It happens because men hate women.

super massive richjake headcanon post

ok so basically this is gonna be a huge headcanon post about richjake that @richardgoranski and i made over the past like month (anything in bold is a direct quote from connor)

  • so back when chloe and jake are dating chloe is like ‘i think we should break up’ and jakes like um why and chloe is like well clearly youre in love with rich and also i like brooke
  • and jake is like um what i have no idea what youre talking about and chloe turns jake around to look at rich whos on the other side of the hallway/room and his breath hitches and chloe is like smh u Gayass
  • and so chloe is like jake just ask him out!! but jake keeps denying it like haha what im not in love with rich idk where youre getting this from until chloe just stands there and gives him A Look and jake is just like…..ok fine but what if he says no and chloe is like wtf youll be fine
  • so jake goes up to rich and is uncharacteristically nervous and red and he confesses to rich and asks him out and rich is like omg….and accepts and BOOM theyre dating 

under the cut are just some (lmao i mean A LOT) random headcanons that dont go in any particular order

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What I learned from writing (and finishing) my first book:

-It doesn’t matter if you miss a day (or a week). Looking back I can’t even remember what days I did or didn’t write, and honestly? There were months where I didn’t touch the story. All I know is that I finished the damn thing, and that’s what matters.

-Have a routine. On days that I did write, I sat with my laptop and some hot tea next to a bright window and banged out 5,000 words before noon (due to the fear that if I didn’t do it first thing I wouldn’t do it at all). Figure out the place, time, and things that make you want to write, and use them.

-Make a schedule. I didn’t worry about writing every day because I blocked out a time frame of what needed to be finished when. Give yourself some leeway, but mark important dates on a calendar.

-Find what works for you. Don’t freak out if what you’ve written goes against “the cardinal rules” of writing. Your biggest objective is figuring out how to best tell your story.

-Fly by the seat of your pants. You can write complete and utter BS and still turn it into a good story that makes sense. Get rid of the idea that it has to sound perfect from draft one, and start taking pride in the fact that you wrote a crappy first draft at all.

-Embrace embarrassment. You’re going to have to read some of your story to people, and you’re going to have to listen to other people reading it out loud. If it gets to that point, try to reflect on how amazing it is that you’ve made it this far. Not every writer does.

-Don’t listen to your fears. What scares you now may not affect you in twelve months. In the beginning I told myself I’d put it out in the universe and let it exist without really acknowledging it (whatever gets you going, 2017 me). Now I have an author’s blog and am actively promoting giveaways and book release dates. Go figure.

-Know your audience. Don’t write something you think will please someone else- write for yourself, and you’re guaranteed to make one person happy (who hasn’t heard that before?). You are the audience. Know yourself.

-Stay healthy. If writing is getting in the way of your health- whether it be making you sleep less, skip meals, or spend long periods of time away from loved ones- it’s time to step back. Some of the best parts of my book came to me when I was out experiencing life, not sitting at a computer.

-Arm yourself against negativity. There are going to be people who will tell you what you do isn’t worthwhile, and that you’re wasting your time- until your book is published, then all of a sudden they expect a free copy. Surround yourself with supporters, and know who to ignore.

Banishing Incubi/Succubi

Originally posted by godsnotlooking

Incubi/Succubi are demons that feed off your life force and sometimes, if not the majority of the time, will force themselves upon you, sexually assaulting you in your sleep. If one is harassing you here is a way to get rid of it. 

What You’ll Need

  • Salt
  • Black Candle
  • Rosemary, Juniper, Garlic, and/or Agrimony
  • Your Wards
  • No fear

What To Do

  • Make a circle of salt around yourself.
  • Light the candle and keep calm, keep your ward up.
  • Hold the herb by your chest and say “I command you to leave me alone. I am not interested in your games. With all my power I banish you.” as many times as needed and be strong, be commanding, raise your voice so they know that you aren’t playing their games. Make yourself imposing to them and do not show fear.
  • Burn the herbs safely while still in your circle to cleanse your space and drive them out.
  • Blow out the candle and sprinkle the salt and herbs at every entrance to your space, windows, doorways, all that.
;Someone said something to me today that bothered me. In fact, I’ve heard it so many times throughout my life I cannot even count: “Long distance relationships never work.” That is a massive pile of bull sh*t. Let me clarify, I am not stating long distance relationships can’t end. I am not saying distance has not ended relationships before. I am just tired of people saying that they can’t ever work. That they are destined to fail from the start. Every relationship has obstacles. And long distance is an obstacle. A difficult one no doubt, but one that can be overcome with communication and devotion. If you care about someone, you never want to let them go(at least for me) and that is the same during long distance. Yeah, of course, you miss them and distance is challenging. It’s work. It isn’t easy. But your care and love for the other person can override that. My parents dated for 6 years long distance and talked over the phone, visited each other, the whole nine yards before getting married. On top of that, this was before we lived in a technological age where you can LITERALLY speak directly to someone’s face through a screen if you want. In my opinion, there are three reasons why long distance relationships fail.

1. Infidelity/Need for Physical Intimacy- A major reason long distance relationships fail is due to someone’s need for a physical/sexual connection. This is very common. Many times when long distance relationships start, people do not understand the actual strain of not having a sex life or the aspect of not being able to physically be with the other person. This leads to people meeting someone new who fills that physical void and sexual need. My love language is physical touch so this is one thing I VERY much understand. Buuuuuuuuut that does not mean I can’t pull off a long distance relationship. The answer to this problem is knowing when you can physically be in their presence next. Plan a week/weekend where you go and stay with them. This can restart your fire and help re-affirm why you are doing this. It also gives you something for both of you to look forward to. Now, many people enjoy sex. It is normal and healthy to have a frequent sex life, but it is hard to have a sex when you are miles apart. If you have some sexual urges, talk to your partner about it. Be open and don’t be afraid to say something to your partner. Let them know it is something you are missing and hopefully, your partner will work with you to try to solve this problem. Technology is your friend: phone sex, snapchat, facetime, etc. There are so many ways you can keep a sex life fresh and strong even with distance between you.

2. Fear/Anxiety- This is usually the reason some long distance relationships end within the first month. In this situation, one person in the relationship is afraid it won’t work out down the road or that they won’t be strong enough to last until they can be together again. It is a rash decision solely based in fear and insecurity. This is not really a problem that can be fixed. It is something that the person needs to sort out themselves. There may be nothing wrong with the relationship at all. Everything could be going great! But the fear that the couple won’t be able to make it work even though the skies are clear, is just anxiety and becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Some people cannot get rid of the devil on their back whispering in their ear that it will never work. (And people saying, “Long distance never works.” does not help these people FYI.) Key to avoiding this is making sure to communicate with your partner. Let them know how much you care about them. You can schedule time to talk every day so you stay connected. You can text throughout the day. You can facetime and plan movie dates together, Do things you would do if you were actually in the same place. Remind yourself and your partner that this is not permanent, you will be together eventually.

3. Uncertainty/Denial- Finally, uncertainty and denial. This one is short and simple. You were not meant to be. You simply are not right for each other. Denying that you both are not happy will just make you resent each other in the end and ruin any chance you may have at a friendship. I know realizing you are not meant to be with each other is hard to accept, but sometimes that is how life works and there will be someone out there more suited for you. (And they may be just a few minutes away.)

Now, I may seem like someone who is happily in a long distance relationship who has never experienced heartbreak ever; That I have been in a beautiful, perfect relationship since high school and I “am just cut out for long distance.” But I have been in long distance relationships that have succeeded and long distance relationships that have failed. And my reason for sharing this is not to tell you to jump into a long distance relationship. Distance adds obstacles to a relationship that many never anticipate dealing with. It is a big hurdle, but you just have to be prepared to jump over it when you need to. I am tired of being told it cannot be done. Love can travel any distance and I firmly believe that.”

—  therookiewordsmith

i think the narrative should explore the fact that clary is valentine’s daughter.

by which i mean - clary is dangerously charismatic. even alec, who hated her and has been forced to pick up after her, becomes close to her in the end. clary has stomped on every tradition and rule he was raised with, endangered countless lives - but still in the end he forgives, thanks her for saving isabelle’s life when she’s the one who endangered it.

maybe it is jocelyn’s daughter that saves the little mage child. but it is valentines daughter that went marching to magnus’s in the first place. jocelyn went to magnus when she was ready to hide - clary went to him when she was ready to fight. and when she brings the vampires and werewolves together - that type of leadership and manipulation is valentine. jocelyn helped save the downworlders by running from valentine and stealing the cup - clary doesn’t run. from the beginning she doesn’t run.

she fights, but not alone. she draws people to her, like moths to a flame. even meliorn is impressed by her, grants her a favor he’s granted no other. she negotiates with vampires, with simon’s help yes, but on her own.

and speaking of simon - valentine turned his best friend into a werewolf, and clary turned hers into a vampire. granted he was trying to kill luke and clary was trying to save simon, but still. jocelyn left luke wounded in a barn to make his choice, but clary made simon’s choice for him.

valentine and clary act - jocelyn only ever reacts. jocelyn may be a fighter, but she’s not a leader. she’s a soldier. luke is a soldier. but valentine and clary are smart enough and charming enough and ruthless enough to be generals. clary is always convinced she’s doing the right thing - even when lives are in danger and people are getting hurt she thinks she’s making the best choice for everyone. and she can usually convince most of everyone that she’s right. this is dangerous.

she’s not the same kind of leader that valentine is now. valentine is hard and violent and makes you walk over coals for his approval. but once upon a time he did what clary did - was kind and charismatic and told people that he knew what was right, that by listening to him they would be saving the world. clary has been in this world a couple of months and already she draws her inner circle around her, already she has allies that no one else has ever had before.

people are right to be wary of clary for being valentine’s daughter, but not for the reasons they think. clary will die before she joins her father, but she has the potential to succeed where her father failed. clary doesn’t like the clave, doesn’t agree with the clave, and she is valentine’s daughter more than she is jocelyns. those who knew valentine must see all his best and most terrifying qualities shining out in her. she may succeed where her father failed, and if she decides the clave is doing more harm than good - what’s to stop her in leading her allies in tearing it to the ground?

she is joan of arc, she is julias caesar. people believe in her, are willing to fight and die with their worst enemies for her, break oaths to their queen for her.

the only way to get rid of people like her is to stab her 52 times in the senate or burn her in a holy fire. but then she becomes a martyr and then shes more dangerous dead than alive.

there is someone in the clave who’s seeing clary and is seething, panicking, because this little girl is her father’s daughter, and she has the potential to amass an army that will destroy them all.

clary is valentine’s daughter.

her enemies should fear her - including valentine himself.

Title: Annoying

Summary: (Y/N) pays Ivar a late night visit

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Ivar was in his room eating a bit of bread, after his Mother had freed (Y/N) the woman had began to talk his ear off in the way that made him lose his appetite.

‘Now that she is free I imagine she will have more to talk about.’ he mumbled to himself.

‘You bet I will.’

Ivar quickly grabbed his knife and threw at the source of the noise.

The knife planted itself in a shield that was being held in a way that hid the holder’s face, but Ivar knew that rickety shield too well.

I covered in the dent’s of his weapons.

‘Always nice to see that your reflexes aren’t slowed down by ale.’ (Y/N) smiled as she came in and sat on his bed.

Ivar made a face of confusion.

‘What are you doing in my bed?’ he asked.

‘Sitting I think, if that bothers you I will lay down.’ she teased, laying back on his furs.

She had done it many times before and it had angered him so, not that she cared much about it.

‘Why are you here, in my bed without my permission?’

‘Because I no longer need your permission Ivar, I am in your bed as a free woman.’ she smiled.

Ivar smiled to himself, he was happy for her freedom, it was deserved and he himself didn’t understand why it hadn’t been given to her sooner.

‘Free or not you cannot lay in a princes bed without permission.’ Ivar said.

She rolled her eyes and sat up.

‘I did not come here just to sit in your bed…or to annoy you as you say I do. I came here to ask you a question.’ 

Ivar looked away and took a large bite of bread, as he chewed he tried to prepare himself.

Clearly she was bout to ask him about courtship, and he would have to turn her down.

‘What did you want to ask?’ 

‘Do you really find me as bothersome as you say? Would…would it please you more if I did not bother you anymore?’ she asked softly.

Ivar nearly lost his balance he was so shocked by the question, and it angered him how affected he was by it.

He had been asked that question countless times in life; why don’t you tell her to go, or order her to stop talking?

But she had never asked him those questions.

‘I didn’t dare ask such a question as a slave, I feared you’d realize you could get rid of me easily. You brought me such a joy, a joy slaves don’t often get, and your family fondly ordered me to keep you all company.’ she said.

Ivar could not find words.

‘Now I’m free, I can refuse invitations and have more joys, but… I doubt anything will fill my heart with joy the way you do Ivar.’ 

‘I do not bring joy into people’s hearts, I bring fear.’ Ivar replied.

‘I do not fear you, I never have…everyone else does, even your brothers I think, but I do not. I understand you, why you act the way you do.’ she said as she stood.

‘Why do I act like I do?’ 

‘Because you want to be great, you want the world to know and fear you. You want to push the world into the mud you’ve crawled through your whole life and make them see that you didn’t need to be whole to do so.’ she said taking his face in her hands.

Ivar looked in her eyes and saw no lies in them, and it made him look at her in a new way.

‘I will answer your question if you answer mine.’ Ivar said.

She nodded, waited for Ivar to continue.

‘Why is it me you take such liking to? My brothers treat you far better, and mother adores greatly, yet your eyes always search for me. My brother’s say that…’ Ivar trails off.

‘They say that I love you…do they not?’ she smiled, her cheeks turning red.

‘Do you?’

‘Would it bother you if I did?’ 

‘I do not know, perhaps I will when you answer.’ Ivar says.

‘…I do love you Ivar, more than I know how to show. My love for you grows every time I see your face.’ (Y/N) confessed.

Ivar looked down at his lap.

‘Now that you know my feelings…do you wish me to leave? Because if so…with a heavy I will go.’ she whispered.


Ivar looked up at her eyes.

‘I cannot say if I return your feelings, but I know I do not want you to leave.’ Ivar said.

(Y/N) and Ivar stayed like this for a while, his face in her hands and his in his lap.

‘Come, it is late, and I am tired from the feast, I do not wish to start my first day as a free woman sleep deprived.’ she smiled, letting go of Ivar and going back to the bed.

Ivar crawled the short distance to his bed and climbed in.

‘Sleeping here instead of your new room?’

(Y/N) smiled as she got under the furs.

‘The room was not ready.’ she smirked.

‘Oh so you were coming here to lay in my bed after all.’ Ivar teased.

‘You told me not leave, that means to stay.’ she joked.

Ivar rolled his eyes and tapped her forehead.

‘Go to sleep.’ 

‘I will sleep because I’m tired, not because you said so.’ she yawned.

All They Had [Batmom]

@kiwiwolf02 requested: “ Please do an imagine where batmom has a feeling someone is going to die on a mission so she says goodbyes to the batfam and they all just blow it but what she doesn’t know it is her that is going to die. Btw you’re one of my favourite writers on tumblr ″

A/N: This turned out a little different from the request, but I hope you don’t mind!

Pairing: Batfamily x Mother!Reader + Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Death

Word Count: 1399


There was nothing you loved more than your family, absolutely nothing. As the mother of a family of crime-fighters, complete with your crime-fighting husband, there were endless sleepless nights and graying hairs as a result of the stress, the worry and anxiety you faced. It was inevitable, being married to the Batman. You wouldn’t trade this life for anything, but there was no denying that sometimes you wished your family would remain safe and away from harm. There would always be that danger lingering over them which kept fear’s hold over your heart.

Usually, your concerns and fear were merely paranoia. A mother always felt that way for her children. She was always fawning over them, treating them like they had been born the day before when in fact they had all grown taller than her. Even when your family was quite extraordinary, you still felt this way and everyone loved you for it.

However, this was different. Tonight was different. You couldn’t get rid of this horrible, nauseous feeling at the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t a mere concern, it was something more, something dreadful. At the back of your head, there was a voice that told you something was going to go wrong… which would result in death.

When your family was preparing to depart for a sudden mission, interrupting a gala, you knew there was not stopping them. They loved you, but they were devoted to their job and you respected them for that. You had already tried many times before, but you still couldn’t eliminate the dreaded feeling you had.

“You be careful, okay?” you stated to Dick as he got ready. “Look after your brothers, don’t be reckless.” You patted his hair, neatening it.

Mom,” Dick whined, “you speak as if I don’t do it.”

“I know…” you sighed, “but still…”

“Come on mom,” Jason scoffed, checking his guns, “it’s going to be me who’ll end up looking after his ass.” Dick exclaimed in protest, causing you to smile sadly. They remained so cheerful even when there was so much uncertainty ahead of them. You were so proud of them.

“Ummi, are you okay?” Damian inquired, noticing your dull mood.

You lowered yourself in front of your youngest son and ruffled his hair affectionately. Usually someone would lose an arm, but you were the exception. “I’m fine Damian. Focus on the mission, okay?”

Damian nodded slowly before walking away to the others. You felt someone hug you from behind, and from the corner of your eye you saw Cass’s familiar form. She seemed to also notice your sadness and tried to make you feel better.

“Thank you Cass.” you whispered. “I love you, you know that?”

“Love you too.” she responded, smiling at you.

You then walked up to your boys and brought them into a tight embrace, causing them to groan.

“Mom, I can’t breathe.” Tim wheezed. You laughed heartily and pulled away, looking at all of them with kind eyes that held a certain sadness and fear.

“I love you all, don’t you forget that.” you said genuinely, “you are all my children.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dick questioned, frowning at your behavior.

“As I said, don’t worry about me.” you informed, “we can talk later.”

They all shared worried glances but nodded slowly before walking away. You sighed as you watched them go, feeling as if it may be the last time you’ll see them.

“You’re worried.” you heard your husband state as you turn to face him. His eyes were filled with concern over your welbeing. “Tell me.” he urged gently, placing a hand on your cheek.

“I… I don’t know Bruce, I feel like…” you closed your eyes and shifted your gaze down, “I feel like someone’s going to die tonight.” You looked at him and shook your head rather shamefully. “I know it’s stupid–”

“It’s not.” Bruce cut you off, bringing you into his arms, “it’s not stupid of you to feel this way.” He rested his chin on your head and you cherished the feeling of having him with you. You really had no idea why you felt this way, but it made your heart drop for some reason.

“I love you.” you whispered to him, “I love you, Bruce Wayne.”

“I love you too, [F/N].” he responded with equal love, kissing you softly, as if he was frightened he’d break you though you still felt his love through that one action.

“Be safe out there.” you told him, right before he left, “and protect our children, Bruce. They’re all we have.”

“I will [F/N], I won’t let anything happen to them.”

“It’s great to see you too. Have a wonderful evening.” you said for the millionth time in a sickeningly sweet voice. You kept your award-winning smile as you made your way through the crowd, greeting the guests of the event that you and your husband organized.

They had all asked where your husband and your family went and you had to make up some lie about a business emergency and how Damian had ended up getting sick, leading to the others staying home while you bore the responsibility of appearing at the gala.

The event went smoothly without any new scandals or problems, and soon you were on your way back home. It was already late, so late that the others should be back by now. Knowing this, you called Alfred and anxiously waited for an answer.

“Miss [F/N], good evening.” came Alfred’s strangely soothing voice from the speaker.

“Alfred, how is everyone? Are they safe? Are they alright?” you asked, trying not to panic.

“They’re fine, not even a scratch on them. Would you like to speak with Master Bruce?”

“Yes please.” you sighed in relief, smiling.

A while after, you heard Bruce’s voice from the speaker. “[F/N], everyone’s safe. The mission went without a hitch.”

“Thank goodness.” you breathed, approaching a green light, “my concerns are for nothing then… like always.”

You could hear Bruce’s chuckle and your heart fluttered at the sound, but it was ruined by that feeling of dread once more. You didn’t know why you still felt that way.

As you crossed the intersection, you said, “hey, everyone at the gala was asking where you were–” You were cut off by a loud honk before a force slammed into you from the left, and you remembered nothing after that.

All there was… was darkness.

It was no one’s fault really.

There was a technical error in the traffic light, one caused by a fallen tree that had damaged it a few days ago. The light had displayed a green light for both sides, causing a tragic collision.

Bruce supposed he should be glad that the other party survived; a family of three who were returning from a road trip. They had minor injuries but nothing too serious. The doctors had said they very lucky.

But he wasn’t happy.

He tried to tell himself that it wasn’t their fault, but he was desperate for someone to blame. In the end, he blamed it on himself, for putting the event on that day, for leaving you alone, for speaking to you and distracting you.

Your funeral was brutal for everyone, but none more than you dear family. They had all cried, some vocally, some silently, some only when they were safe behind the walls of their room. But they all knew that they were hurting.

Dick isolated himself from the family and kept to himself in Bludhaven, not wanting to be in a city that was filled with memories of you. Jason shut off completely and began to be even more brutal, killing without mercy. He blamed the world for this, and the world will pay. Cass grieved silently, but sometimes she would embrace those close to her, afraid of losing them. As for Tim and Damian, they drowned themselves in work, distracting themselves from their broken heart.

Your dear husband, like Tim and Damian, also plunged himself into endless work, but he also became more reckless, coming close to killing several people. He often got nightmares about the whole ordeal; you haunted him day and night and he avoided sleep, just to escape the terrors of the night.

You had said your children was all you had, when really you were all they had.


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Requested: oumaimafngr said: Hey, I love ur blog so much, and if requests are open I hope you’d make scenario of jk at college and he found out that his current crush is his childhood best friend thank you so much for writing great scenarios ❤❤

Summary : You choose Jeongguk to work with for a project or is it because you have a crush on him?

Genre: fluff, college au, photographer au

Length: 1.1k

A/N: who knew how much i needed photographer guk till i wrote it?

Originally posted by smeraldohwa

Jeongguk knew he should have listened when Taehyung told him not to take the photography class because it was boring, but he found when told not to do something he would have to. So now he was sitting staring out the window as his pen spun between two fingers instead of taking notes on changing exposure.

His eyes ended wondering to your profile, you were fiddling with your camera looking bored as well. Jeongguk loved studying your features and as the light filtered through the window, in a way that the sun illuminated your fingers and sharpened your silhouette causing Jeongguk to lean for his camera.

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Finding Balance Tarot Spread ☁️

This spread is simply focused on the way of finding balance in your life. Initially, I created it for my friend as imbalance is her major problem that messes up her self-image and mindset in general. So, if you feel like you lack harmony and need to figure out the sources of imbalance as well as the ways to gain peace in life – feel free to use this spread and maybe modify it a bit so that it works best for you. 

1. The nature of your imbalance. Basically, this card just describes the kind of imbalance you face in life. Makes it easier for you to find the roots of it. 

2. What area of your life is affected by the imbalance? Whether it is your family and social life, material, spiritual or emotional aspects, etc. 

3. Inner forces preventing you from gaining balance. Some stuff inside you that won’t let you get your life together - fears, mental barriers or ghosts of the past, you will know. 

4. Outer forces preventing you from gaining balance. Relationships you’re currently engaged it, circumstances or situations messing up with your vibes, something that doesn’t come from you, yet highly affects your state of mind (badly). Keep in mind that sometimes there actually is no outer source of imbalance and if that’s your case – the card will be just a bonus advice from the universe! 

5. How to get rid of all the constraint? A major advice on what trash do you need to throw out of your life and how to do so. 

6. How to gain what I lack? After getting rid of all the garbage you’ll have some space for positive vibes and new beginnings. The cards will guide you.  

7. How will I recognize my balance? Something that will be an indicator of the balanced days coming right up your way. 

There actually is a deep meaning behind the card placement on the pic and ah i’m really proud of myself as it is my first one.

If you use the spread I’d really appreciate your feedback! Hope it works for all of you precious souls seeking some harmony in life! ♡ 

Background photo credit: @meeriming  

AHS Imagine – Torture.



Gracefully, your finger left the chalky surface of the table. The grime was smooth, and revealed that the counter had not been cleaned for some time. Pulling out your magnifying glass – which you had happily accepted from your aunt – you re-examined the table. A clear line from where your finger removed the fragments of dirt exposed the original chestnut shade of the table. For someone your age, your curiosity and appeal for adventure was far more advanced than any other eight year old. You yield from the table and place your magnifying glass back in your belt. You looked around; the endless corners and rooms to venture to in the incessant hotel was boundless. Detail was entrancing to you, the floors covered in carpet filled with congregation of shapes, the soft hums from the vents, the mysterious aura that wrapped itself in the silence of the hotel. You dragged your backpack by its tarnished strap to where your mother stood enervated at the receptions desk. She was handed the keys to the room, the room you would sleep in for the next 20 years.

“Mom?” You called, pulling at the hem of her dress.

Her attention that was on the receptionist was now on you, her dull eyes showed distress. From the moment you finished your cereal that morning, all you saw was the road your mother drove for hours on.  

“Y/N, Mommy’s very busy right now” She said breathlessly, irritation leaving her lips without a single thought of it.

“Can I stay in the lobby for a little bit?” You asked, pushing your bottom lip out in plea.

Your mother sighed. She removed one of the keys from the chain and handed it to you.

“30 more minutes okay? Ask the nice lady to help you to our room. You won’t get lost, yeah?” breaking from her stern stare, she gave you a curious smile.

You nodded in response, taking out your magnifying glass and began to venture around the lobby.

Your carelessness distracted you from the couple that stared down at you from the stairs.

“That girl,” Elizabeth paused, turning her gaze to James.

“She’ll be trouble.” James furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity.

“How so darling?” he questioned, keeping his gaze on you.

“She’ll find out the truth, her meddling will ruin us all.” Elizabeth’s hand rested on James’ shoulder, pulling him to her.

“I want you to get rid of her.” Her eyes showed no remorse, and hid the fear she felt.

“And how do you expect me to kill a child, its inhumane and completely undignified.” March removed her hand that was now gripping onto his shoulder.

Elizabeth smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You’ll figure it out I’m sure.”


“You know, I hate Halloween.” Continuing to file your papers, you listened to your co-workers annual rant.

“I mean, its good for the candy and parties but, ghosts and pumpkins? That shit doesn’t fascinate me… what fascinates me is all the fuss about Halloween.” As much as you disapproved, your mouth stayed shut and you quickly filed your last paper.

“Has it ever occurred to you that not everyone likes what you like?” you asked, hinting your sarcasm as only a tease.

“Shut up” She huffed.

You replied with a giggle, since you were too tired to think of a crafty remark. Swinging your bag over your shoulder, you parted from your co-workers. Stepping out of your building, you reached for your umbrella.

“Oh for heavens sake!”

The mouth of your umbrella was turned inside out, and the handle was close to tearing off. Your hand wiped the countless drops of rain that piled onto your forehead before thrashing your hands in vexation. Finally, after fighting with the umbrella for long enough, you left it on the side of a nearby trashcan.

Sighing, you continued down the unburdened street, consuming your anger in quiet, irritated hums. You angered quick, and held grudges, but nonetheless you continued your way towards the bus stop. You were now riled, irked and without an umbrella. The rain that pelted on your simmering head seemed to slow down, but when a glimpse of luck seemed to shine through the blurry stream of raindrops, Mother Nature thought otherwise and decided a little rain could simmer down the fire that continued to boil in your blood.

Finally, the bus stop was in sight, and almost instantly you ran towards it. As if on cue, the bus screeched to a stop in front of you and you quickly got on.

You sat quietly with your head resting on the cold window, feeling the pattering of the rain hit the glass. The streetlights outside blinded you, since they were the only source of light seen.


The bus reached the entrance of the hotel. Being the only one on the bus, you thanked the driver – like you normally did - before walking into the mouth of the hotel. You dragged yourself to the elevator eager to rest in your warm bed.

“Y/N, I’m guessing luck wasn’t with you today.” Liz raised an eyebrow, eyeing your drenched frame.

“No kidding,” You giggled, waiting for the elevator to open.

Once inside, you slumped back and began picking at your wet clothes from your skin. The hotel had been quiet since your mothers passing, everyone knew her, everyone respected her, everyone missed her. 

“Y/N, you’re ruining my carpets” his abrupt voice shook you from your thoughts. You were so concentrated on your drenched clothing that you unrecalled the elevator stopping on your floor.

“Sorry James,” You smiled, stepping out of the elevator.

“Do you not have an umbrella?” He asked, following behind you.

“I did, but it decided to break” you sighed, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could lend you mine? Liz tells me it will be raining dejectedly for the next few days.”

“And I certainly don’t want you ruining my carpets anymore.” His firm stare quickly vanished and was replaced with a joking smirk.

“Well since your carpets are of up most importance, I’ll use your umbrella.” You bantered back.

James blocked your way before you could reach your room,

“I’m very fond of you, Y/N and I would love it if you would have dinner with me.” James said, handing you a pasty letter which had your name carved in cursive on.

“When?” You asked, bringing your attention back to James.

“Well, tonight.” James grinned.

“A late invitation means you don’t have time to deny my request, darling” James’ smile stayed on his lips as he tipped his hat.

“I’ll see you tonight, Y/N.” Without ease, he turned the corner and disappeared from your sight.

You sat quietly on your bed, your hair in natural waves and in the silvery dress that was placed on your bed once you entered.

Taking a deep breath, the pit in your stomach gnawed at your throat, trying to convince you that going was a bad idea. Decisively, you peeled yourself from your bed and quickly walked out of your room giving yourself no time to think about your actions.

Finding his room was like a scavenger hunt, it thrilled you yet distracted you from your nerves.

You reached his floor, passing the coloured walls that in a way, lead you to his room.

Room 64

The hunt ended but your nerves remained, numbing your tongue and quickening your heartbeat. You reached for the knob, listening to the music that bled through the wooden door.

With one swift movement, the door opened, revealing a room that looked similar in style as yours.

No one was there, but Ms. Evers. 1930s jazz kept the room from silence.

“Ah, you made it! I was convinced you wouldn’t show.” James appeared from the corner, holding a fresh bottle of wine in his hand.

“Please, do sit” He motioned to the vacant seat at the dinner table.  

“I’m glad you came, darling” he spoke calmly, pouring you a glass of wine.

“So am I” you smiled,

“Might I just say you look ravishing tonight?” James added, bringing your hand in his, before gently kissing the top of it.

Ms. Evers entered with your meal,

“I’ve noticed this is your favourite, Chicken Alfredo?” You smiled,

“Yes! Thank you, it’s amazing” you hummed, taking in your first bite.

“Don’t thank me, thank Ms. Evers who cooked it special for you” James grinned leaving Ms. Evers flushed.

The night continued, and so did your conversations with James. He told stories of the Hotel, always reminded you of how beautiful you were, and how he was going to show you real music.

After a bottle of wine, you realized it was already past 2am.

“Well as much fun as I’m having,” You pulled away from James, who was ready to pull you in for a dance.

“I should get going.”

James pulled you close by the hand and quickly kissed your cheek.

“I’m hoping we’ll do this again?” He asked, making his dimples prominent as he smiled.

“Of course.” You giggled, pecking his cheek back. He walked you to the door, but not without sneaking a peck on your lips.

“Then until next time, Y/N.” He winked. You watched as his figure disappeared behind the door, and you only hoped you would see James again.


You think back to that day a lot, the day he invited you to dinner, the day you fell in love with him. As unexplainable as it was, to you he was your other half. His presence would bring the butterflies in your stomach to flutter…it was a gift almost. The kindness he showed you, the feeling of being special, that’s what you loved. You loved him, more than you thought you would.

He came home early, a sigh leaving his lips as removed his hat and placed it on the rack.

“Long day?” You asked, watching his eyes light up from the sound of your voice.

“I’ve had longer, just…busy” He sighed, making his way to where you sat.

“How was your day, darling?” He asked before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Lonely.” You giggled,

“Well I’m sorry to say but I have to go back to the office, I just wanted to see you” James said, pecking your lips again.

“I’ll be back around 8:00pm.” James said as he left the room again.

Sighing, you noticed he left his hat, and he always said his hat made him look “professionally approachable” to guests.

You got up from your seat and got ready to drop his hat off. By now, the halls were too familiar to get lost. You found yourself in front of his door faster than you‘d expected.

Your hand found the knob and opened the door only to have regretting nausea reach your throat.

James was kissing Elizabeth in a way you’ve never experienced. If your heart could stop at any time, it would be at that moment. Unaware of your entrance, he continued to kiss Elizabeth, sending your foot to kick the door closed. James paused.

“Y/N?” He turned around, watching as you crumped his hat in your fist.

At that moment, he reacted in a way that added to the confusion. He began to laugh.

“You’ve caught me darling, red handed as they say” James straightened out his suit and walked forward.

You stared back, shocked at his reaction.

“It’s about time really, I’ve been waiting to see that look on your face.” He said, leaning calmly on the cane he had retrieved.

“What look James?” your body was tense with vexation.

“The look of someone who’s had their heart broken, how does that feel by the way?” James asked, tilting his head.

“You’re disgusting.” You spat between your teeth, feeling the hot tears pour down your cheeks.

James’ smile faded, and bit longingly at his bottom lip.

“Not true, darling.” He said crossly.

“I’m a torturer, Y/N. A revelation!” He bickered. You watched as his eyes turned from calm to unhinged. He was soulless, unsympathetic to your feelings, and depraved from goodness.

“I’ve been trying to figure out new… approaches for torturing, because slitting your throat would be far too easy… and far too messy.” His face stayed icy, and completely certifiable.

“Then I thought,” He paused, picking up a nearby flower that he had previously given to you.

“What can give a person everything they’ve wanted, and simply take it all away?” He looked back at you.

“Affection. It sickens me really, but it’s genius don’t you agree?”

You scoffed,

“Why would you do this, James?” You were numb of all emotion. Your heart drummed in your ears. Blood pulsed in your veins as shock carried you.

James was now inches from you. You stood frozen, unable to react as his hand lightly cupped your chin, pulling you close to him.

“Because, darling, love is the best kind of torture, and the best way to keep you away from my secrets.” 



a fairly common relationship which people may have with their parents is as follows: your parents have certain expectations. if you meet said expectations, you are Good. if you don’t, an unknown, subjectively infinitely bad, thing will happen. it’s kind of hard to visualize how they’d react if you told them [insert thing], because you just wouldn’t/in their model of the world that’s not a thing which can happen. your parents are non-turing-complete, such that there are things you can’t imagine successfully saying to them. you have sometimes in fact had adverse interactions with your parents about major things in your life, which were not infinitely bad, but you don’t experience those as true members of the category they belong to.

you are in your late teens or early twenties and you’re a little reliant on them but you don’t have to be, you could also actually just get a job/get the things they provide from your friends/just fucking run away to be homeless if it’s bad enough. however, since most of your negative interaction with them, historically, is based on your childhood where they held a (subjectively) unlimited amount of power over you, you expect that the consequences of defiance will be worse.

here’s the thing. they can’t really do that much. you can let them disown you and it will be inconvenient but you’ll survive. im not saying it won’t be terrifying, it absolutely will, but you can do it while vaguely nauseous and then spend some time after recovering.

in fact, most of the time, when you do a Bad thing, they will restructure such that they can live with it, because while they’ve induced submissive terror in you, they did it because they need to consider-you-to-be-acceptable for their identity to work. non-turing-complete does not mean that they don’t have multiple states.

if there is an agent in your head which says that pissing off your parents is unspeakably horrible then something has gone wrong. you can care about them and notice this. it is not a valid requirement of you to ask that if you care about them, you never do anything they dislike. it is possible to remove the blind fear and keep caring about your parents and having a good relationship with them and when necessary pretending to submit. being afraid all the time is worse than the process of getting rid of it.

attempting to stop submitting will involve significant resistance, particularly in the direction of thinking about anything else instead. some things which help include: thinking it through beforehand in a purely hypothetical and, if necessary, somewhat dissociated, way; actually trying defying your parents in a way you don’t usually do and observing the actual consequences, up to and including just getting the major things out of the way once you decide that you should and then dealing with your feelings later (note: pretty volatile and exhausting); applying pressure in other directions such that your submission-modules experience confusion; talking through concrete models of actual consequences of ‘infinitely bad’ actions; finding situations where you don’t have to experience fear because you’re far enough away or w/e and paying attention to what that’s like.

[ceasing to need to devote unlimited amounts of resources to being considered acceptable by their standards is the second piece of a two-step process. the first piece is realizing that you don’t have to share their standards. i am less familiar with how to fix that]

Writing Tips: Building Tension

My hands hesitate before the keys. They tremble, suspended mid-air as I strive to spin together a thought. Writing tips. Writing tips - what do I know? The glaring screen captures my attention as blood pounds in my ears. Slowly, slowly, I start to type…

Hey guys! Building tension is one of the most important parts of any story, and it’s important to get it right, so I’ve strung together a few of my top tips on how to put the reader in the edge of their seat.

1. Vary the lengths of your sentences.

I stare down the barrel of the gun. Its owner sneers. The trigger clicks, and I run, my hair billowing in the night air as my feet fly and I try to drag air into my lungs. I can’t outrun him.

An underdeveloped example, maybe, but do you see how I used a few short sentences, then a long one, then a short one? Play about with your sentences like this, it’ll make your reader feel more in the moment, which can only be a good thing, right?

2. Use (more than) five senses.

Obviously you tell the reader what the characters see, this we know, but what about everything else? Tell us the little noises - the click as they swallow, someone’s rasping breath, the trickling of water. Details that make this more realistic. But perhaps that’s obvious too. Go deeper - I want to smell the stench of flesh as they search the bad guy’s lair, the sweaty odour before the big fight, the gunpowder after the warning shot. And deeper still! The icy bite of metal handcuffs as they hero tries to escape, the taste of smoke on their tongue as they search the smouldering remains of a building for survivors…

Let’s see: sight, sound, taste, touch, smell… Is that it? No! There’s the air pressure, temperature, muscle tension, pain, time, thirst and subconscious ones, like feeling presences near you. Use these to your advantage to truly capture your audience.

3. Put your characters at a disadvantage.

Your hero is in the forest, knowing the beast is nearby. The reader knows he’s going to outrun the beast because duh, he’s really fast. But oh no, the hero tripped on a tree root, he breaks his leg, as he hears the beast’s snarl drawing closer.

Or maybe their hands are still tied together as they make their great escape. Or they have to navigate their way to safety in the pitch black, unable to see a thing! This challenges your reader’s belief that everything will OK, thus creating fear and tension.

4. Cut down your word count.

The trick is to be concise. All of your ‘because’s and ‘she felt’s and ‘if only there were’s, consider getting rid of them. And all of your redundant sentences, the ones that just draw things out, delete them all. Only leave the raw, intense action and emotion to leave your reader desperate for answers. 


And there you have it! Hope this was valuable to you guys and you enjoyed reading, let me know if this was helpful. See you next time!

- Hazel

You can’t claim you’re a spiritual person or that your third eye is open if you can’t understand that eating animals is awful. Before these poor creatures die they experience so much pain that their bodies are literally filled with stress and fear. Eating their bodies is basically consuming loads of negative energy. I know coming to realization that everything you’ve ever been taught is a lie is hard, but… it’s worth getting rid of the ego sometimes.