going there one daydream

anonymous asked:

Holy crap I'm not the only one that daydreams before I go to sleep? I imagine all my OCs in their universes that I one day want to write but probably never will

Of course not! I daydream and sometimes actually dream about that stuff all the time. It’s very comforting to many people and it just personally makes me very happy.

If you have maladaptive daydreaming and feel like it’s:
- stopping you enjoying life
- distancing you from friends and family
- warping your sense of identity
- wasting hours of time every day for months or even years
- impossible to explain or get help for
- making you miss people and places that aren’t real
- causing violent/sad/frightening daydreams (and maybe guilt)
- stopping you being productive
- causing dissociation or depression or apathy

I just want to say I think you’re a really fucking strong person.

Promise Of Tomorrow

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x reader (ish)

Warnings: Very dirty thoughts, Drunken confessions, Language, Shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles (and I am not even a little bit sorry!)    

Word count: 1400ish (not a drabble! Dammit Jensen!)

A/N: I blame @blacktithe7 for this! When you send her gifs of Jensen you get comments like: “He went from damn he’s good looking to OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW!” and “Now I picture Jensen’s lips on my most sensitive spots before riding him like a pogo stick!”

I took both as prompts to do a drabble, but Kari can’t drabble so welcome to this little one shot ;) Oh and I made (she begged) Erin beta this too :D

Also Kari can’t remember so this one shot is 3 months old but never before posted so enjoy y’all.



You groaned. You had no idea why you had agreed to come to this party in the first place. Well, Misha and you had stayed close friends after your recurring role as an angel on Supernatural, back when it was still in it’s fourth season.

You had had a thing for the green eyed actor that played Dean Winchester back then too. You just never had the courage to tell him that. Years had passed, and the moment you had walked through the front door you knew that hadn’t changed. Your eyes landed on him standing in the corner of the room chatting with his co-star and tv brother, Jared Padalecki. Your heart practically jumped into your throat when you saw him. He hadn’t aged a day, but he had gotten all the more sexy. His freckles still enhanced his perfect facial features. His shoulders were still broad and his bowed legs perfect for you to fit in between. Not that you ever had, but a girl could dream right.

You shook your head, annoyed with yourself for letting these thoughts re-enter your mind. He was way out of your league, there was no way he would ever look twice at someone like you. Daydreaming of him was only going to end one way. In heartbreak. Yours.    

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Make it Permanent (Snowbaz AU)

– Simon –

I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept more than 3 hours a night in weeks. I’ve been staying awake, watching Baz, trying to figure out what he’s planning. I’m sure Baz is up to something and I’m going to stop him. Penny doesn’t believe me of course (she hasn’t since fifth year) but he’s been staring more than usually lately and I’m certain he’s plotting my death. Penny thought this was ridiculous when I brought it up to her.

“Penny,” I had whined, “He won’t stop staring with his evil grey eyes and sometimes- sometimes he even smiles! I swear he’s thinking of all the ways he could kill me.”

Penny had just rolled her eyes and told me to drop it and focus on my homework.

School is a whole other issue. I just can’t get myself to focus on elocution and how slang affects spells when I know none of it is going to help me. I’m hopeless at magic. The only thing I can do is explode with it. I’m a weapon of mass destruction and I don’t fancy going off in the middle of class cause I tried to cast something as simple as dime a dozen. So instead I stare out of the window, gazing out at the Wavering Wood, listening to the sounds of my classmates casting spells in the classroom behind me. Most of the time, none of the teachers will call me out. They’re all scared I’ll go off too. They’d much prefer leaving the precious chosen one daydreaming out the window than risk having to clean up after me when I fuck up. Assuming I leave anything behind once I go off. So far I’ve managed to protect everyone when it does happen, but the risk is far too great. I most likely would have been expelled from Watford on the grounds that i’m a danger to the whole fucking world if I wasn’t the Chosen One.

The bell ringing distracts me from my thoughts and I push myself out of my desk, smiling at Penny when I meet her outside the door of the classroom.

My thoughts drift as we walk across the great lawn.

“Simon. Simon are you even listening?”

I glance over at Penny and realize she’s been talking to me the whole time.

“What? Sorry Pen. I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, Si.” she puts her hand up against my cheek and I lean into it. “How much sleep are you getting? You can’t stay up all night keeping an eye on him. He may be a nocturnal vampire, but you aren’t.”

“I know. I know,” I sigh.

“Look, just try and get some sleep tonight,” she says, “promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good.” She smiles at me. “Now I need to get to class. I’ll see you at supper, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I smile back and she turns, setting off back across the lawn.

I yawn. I still have two more classes today, but I could probably fit a quick nap in before my next one. I head closer to the Wavering Woods and flop down into the grass, my back against a tree. Just a quick nap, I think as I start to fade off.

– Baz –

I hurry out towards the Wavering Wood as soon as I get out of class. I haven’t had any blood for days because that idiot Snow has decided to start keeping odd hours, probably convinced I’m up to something again. Whatever his issue with me is this time, I haven’t been able to sneak out after hours without the danger of him following me like he did fifth year. I couldn’t risk it. But I’m starving and I need to drink something, at least a small badger, before my next class. My fangs have been popping every time a breeze blows my way, I feel like I’m thirteen again and just getting used to having fangs at all.

I’m so distracted that I don’t notice the sleeping boy beneath the trees until I trip over him. I crash down in a tangle of limbs and flailing.

“Fuck! Fuck! Are you alright? I’m so sorry! Fuck-”

I turn to see who I stumbled over and see curls and bright blue eyes, wide after being woken up so suddenly.

“Oh. It’s just you.” I sneer. “Hello Snow.”

He blinks stupidly at me for a moment, eyes as wide as saucers. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know. Just going for a nice stroll between classes until I was tripped by some idiot sleeping under a tree.”

He looks affronted at that. And he bloody well should be. It’s his fault I’m in this mess in the first place.

“Were you spying on me?” Snow narrows his eyes.

I scoff. “Snow, if I was spying on you, you wouldn’t know it. Now seeing as I’m practically in your lap, I think we can both come to the conclusion that is not what I was doing.”

And then I realize, I’m practically in his lap. Our legs are all tangled up together and I’m basically lying across him, my elbows in the dirt, scuffing up my button-up. I think he realizes this as well as I feel him start to shift his legs underneath me.

“Um…” he starts, blushing like mad. “Could you maybe, you know…” he trails off, gesturing at me.

“Right,” I say. My cheeks would be turning red if I had enough blood in me.

There’s a moment of almost silence as we try and untangle ourselves. Just Simon’s loud breathing.

I manage to get my arm up and around Simon to try and push myself up before I stop.

The world sways and spins around me.

“Are- are you alright?” Simon asks.

“Yeah,” I say, trying to push a sneer back on my face. “Yeah, I just. Y’know I think I may have hit my head”

Everything suddenly comes to a sharp focus as Simon puts his hands in my face, pulling me down closer to him. I realize I’m now completely on top of him, my hands on either side of his head. Aleister Crowley, as if this day could get any worse.

“Baz, Baz. Look at me.” Simon sighs. “Look, I may hate you, but I need to make sure you don’t have a concussion or something.”

I glance back down at him and his blue blue eyes stare into mine. I’m pretty sure I’m blushing now. What little blood left in me all rushing to my face at my closeness to Simon. After moments that seem like years staring into the depths of his eyes, he relaxes a bit.

“Okay,” he says, yawning a bit, “You’re probably fine but maybe you should just, stay here a bit.”

I nod my assent, too dizzy and distracted by Simon to argue.

He slowly guides me down to my elbows, and then to the ground, so that my right side is on the ground, but I’m still leaning against him. My head rests against his shoulder. I can feel his heartbeat, fast and steady through my palm that rests on his chest. I glance up and see him watching me, an odd look on his face.

“I still hate you, you know.” I nod and look away, pushing all of my panicked thoughts (what the fuck am I doing?) to the back of my head. I’m too dizzy to care what Simon feels for me at this moment, so long as I can stay curled up next to his warm body and feel his magic spark against his skin.

I slowly let my eyes fall shut, drifting off to the sound of Snow’s even breathing.

I wake up slowly, blinking at the twilight that has set in. The sun has gone down and I can’t remember what I’m doing outside. Then I glance over and see Simon. Simon, asleep beside me. I stare for hours, or maybe minutes, or maybe eternity. Tracing his moles from his eyelid to his cheek. Watching his chest rise and fall gently. How can he be so alive all the time? It fills me with envy. That he’s alive with such ease.

My stirring must have woken him, because his eyes open softly, piercing blue right into mine.

“Baz?” he whispers softly. Confused and still wrapped in sleep.

“What’re you doing here?” he mumbles.

“Shhhh, Simon” I say, because I can’t help myself. “You’re fine. Go back to sleep. You need it.”

“Mmm” he agrees, closing his eyes.

I start to shift, carefully trying to pull myself from his grip. I really need to feed, as much as I want to stay here with Simon forever.

“Where are you going?” he says softly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”

I stand and watch him curl in on himself in my absence, and then walk towards the woods.

– Simon –

I wake in my bed. Confused and alone. I glance around our room but don’t see Baz. I remember falling asleep. His soft hair brushing up against my cheek in the grass. He seemed so innocent and soft when he was injured. Dizzy from hitting his head when he tripped over me. His eyes soft and scattered. Like a baby bunny I needed to take care of. Bunnicula maybe. The bed next to me is empty, but I don’t remember how I got up here. Sleep starts to seep over me again and I let it, closing my eyes.

Some time later I wake to the door creaking open.

“Baz?” I ask.

He looks up from the door, his hair falling in his eyes which glint a steel grey in the darkness.

“Yeah?” he asks. I can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

I decide to start with the easy questions.

“What time is it?”

“Um, probably a little after midnight,” he guesses.

“Where were you?”

He huffs a laugh and starts moving towards his bed. For once, I decide to leave it alone.

“Wait,” I say as he begins to climb into his bed. He pauses and turns to look at me. I swallow, suddenly unsure of what I was thinking.

“Um, do you wanna, maybe,” I take a deep breath, “sleep here, with me, tonight?”

I don’t expect the genuine smile that lights his face as he moves towards me cautiously.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say, smiling back. “That was the best sleep I’ve had in months.”

“Maybe if you weren’t up all night watching me…” he starts, wrapping his arms around me.

“Well we’ll just have to make this a more permanent thing, so I can always know where you are.”

He laughs quietly, “I don’t think I’d mind that.”

having to read a post with my own two eyes where an anon asks “is madd legit” made me lose 40 years on my life

I’m glad more users are speaking up about the barrage of people starting to identify as maladaptive daydreamers. Last November, when I first discovered the disorder, there was not nearly as many people in the tag and I think it’s because of that one post going around with thousands of notes which claims maladaptive daydreaming is just something everybody does.

A lot of people appear to dress maladaptive daydreaming in nice clothes. It sounds like paradise but in truth it’s not something to revel in. It hurts you more than it helps you, and what’s worse is that many people already don’t think it negatively impacts your life.

When you identify as a maladaptive daydreamer without your daydreams being maladaptive you make the rest of us look like we’re over exaggerating or worse, make it seem like the disorder is common. Being mentally ill shouldn’t be the equivalent of collecting stamps for your collection. It’s a serious problem that I think Tumblr overlooks. We now glorify these real life problems and make them seem desirable. Truth is no one wants depression, anxiety, and for me, I don’t really want maladaptive daydreaming. You shouldn’t want your life to be an absolute mess.

I do have some hope when other MaDDers come forth with news that they’ve been prescribed medication that helps cut back on the worst of it (or when users on here, and bless them, recommend treatments), but this progress can easily be destroyed if you make MaDD out to be something so common and “harmless” that it shouldn’t be taken seriously.

It’s not harmless, it does do damage. I’m socially handicapped and lack the ability to make commitments because it’s been a plague on my life for years. Just trying to stop my daydreams takes weeks of effort and I consider myself more on the mild side. I see people on here that can daydream for over six hours straight and watch the world move on without them, which is painful. For some it’s the equivalent of an addiction. It’s bad, but it’s there, it’s hard to top.

So please, if your daydreams aren’t maladaptive please do not identify as a maladaptive daydreamer. It’s not something to show off. Depression is something much deeper than just being sad (and technically it has barely anything to do with feeling sad), just as maladaptive daydreaming is something far beyond having a wild imagination.

Okay so I’m not done with this and legitimately when I have time this summer in the season break, will probably end up writing some Savitar fic and will probably make it coldflash if I do.

Ponyboy x reader--Requested from prompt list

“H-how long have you been standing there?”

You and Pony have the same math class. It’s not your favorite class but you like it more because he’s in there. He makes math class less sucky.

You like him a lot. He’s such a sweet and caring person. Being a greaser yourself, you understand the struggles he has dealing with the Socs. Usually, in  math, you partner up with him because neither of you have friends in that class. He’s really nice to talk to, you just wish you knew him better.

Today in math, you have to work on a small group project.

“Pick your partner. And no Susan, only groups of two.” He says. Susan huffs out a breath; she’s the kid who always asks if we can work in groups of three. You suppress your laughter. You dislike Susan with a passion. She’s just some Soc girl that’s been too pampered.

You catch yourself looking at Pony, when suddenly he looks back at you. You immediately dart your eyes back to the board.

Dammit, you scold yourself. You see him smile before he turns back around. Did he smile at me? you ask yourself. No probably not.

“Get into your groups.” the teacher instructs. Ponyboy gathers his stuff and struts over to your desk. You smile as a way of greeting him.

“Morning (Y/N).” he says.

“Good morning.” you say. God, (Y/N). You sound way too happy to see him. Calm down. you scold yourself again. 

“Let’s see here we need to…” he says more but you don’t hear. You’re too caught up in the way his hair is combed back. The way his green-gray eyes scan over the assignment sheet. The way his lips move slightly when he reads it. 

“(Y/N)? Hello?” Pony says.

“Oh sorry. Day dreaming, I guess.”

“I do that, too. No need to worry about it.” You still blush.

“Let’s get down to business.” you say. (Mulan song plays in the background)

At lunch, you go and sit with your friends. They chatter about nonsense while you still daydream about Ponyboy. You imagine you two going out on a date. It’s one of your favorite daydreams.

“(Y/N), what do you think?” your friend, Penny, asks pulling you into the conversation.

“I-I don’t care.”

“You weren’t even paying attention.” Penny says.

“Of course not. Too busy thinking of that guy….What’s his name again?” Victoria asks.

You cross your arms over your chest. “You know his name.”

You feel someone step up behind you. “Ponyboy Curtis, right?” Oh God. Susan.

You freeze and don’t speak a word. “Oh come on (Y/N). We all know it’s true. Why don’t we go tell him now? He’s over there with that greaser.”

You look over to see Pony sitting with Johnny, his best friend. You still refuse to speak. 

“Fine then.” Susan says. She grabs a milk carton off of the table and holds it above your head. 

“You’re childish.” you tell her. She tips the carton to the side, pouring the milk on top of your head. It’s in your hair, on your shirt, dripping onto your pants. You are about to bust the bitch’s lip when you’re suddenly ushered away from her and your friends too.

You look and see Ponyboy Curtis holding your hand. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” He leads you to the girl’s bathroom.  “I can’t go in.”

“Yeah, I know.” you say, still upset that Susan poured milk on you. 

“I-I’ll get you some paper towels. Uhhh…here–” He takes off his hoodie and hands it to you. “Your shirt’s soaked but I can’t do anything about your pants. Go in there and replace your shirt with my sweatshirt.” You nod and do as he said. 

A minute later, you’re out of the bathroom, trying to dry your hair. Once it feels dry enough, you run your fingers through it.

“I’m real sorry she poured that milk on you, but you could have just told me you liked me.”

“W-wh–” He smirks.

“Wanna go to The Dingo tomorrow at 7?” 

“Yeah. 7.” He smiles and he walks you back to where Johnny is sitting.

i’m not the only one who’s daydreams go dark, right? like yeah sometimes the scenarios are fun and comfortable but i never hear anyone talking about dreams where they get into fights, where they’re being hurt or having horrible feelings and these daydreams feel worse for me because i am feeling everything that my dreamself is, and i can never stop them, and it’s horrible, but in the tag all i see are people talking about the good stuff and idk am i alone in this?

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sandwichname  asked:

If you're still taking prompts, maybe Jerevin where Jeremy looks up to Gavin so much thinking he's so great and amazing and would never like him, being COMPLETELY oblivious to the fact that wow Gavin has been trying to seduce/date him for months? Any kind of au I just really love those two

Jeremy tried his best to be realistic. Yes, he was somehow able to ascend from a fan to an actual employee at Rooster Teeth, but that wasn’t magic, it was just because he worked hard. And he was able to become friends with some of his coworkers, but that was just because they were genuinely cool people, and they happened to mesh well together. Things worked out for him, sure, but it wasn’t fate, or even luck: he had the talent and personality that the company was looking for, plain and simple. 

So when Gavin started making comments - playful, friendly comments that could have qualified as flirting if they happened over drinks at a bar and they were strangers and, you know, Jeremy was a supermodel - he did his best to remain grounded.

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Hey guys! In celebration of hitting 300 today my sides are on line! Send in any questions you might have for them 💙

Here’s a little reminder of who they are

Billy (Curiosity) she/her or they/them

-wants to learn about everything
-is super joyful
-finds everything beautiful
-the world is awesome
-will not stop talking
-especially loves space
-and biology
-and archeology
-questions everything

Lee (warrior) she/her

-thinks she can fix the world (she can’t)
-thinks she’s kick ass (she’s not)
-easily obsessed with things
-neglects day to day things
-probably won’t fight for savanna
-but will go to war for loved ones
-daydreams about being a navy seal or a super spy but can’t even do one push up

Bev (The Smother) she/her

-Mom Friend
-gives terrible nicknames such as shmoopy pie
-loves to cook and bake
-ugly Christmas sweaters are life
-savannas moral compass
-makes sure savanna fulfills her obligations
-tries to get savanna to take care of herself

Misty (depression) she/her

-doesn’t care about anything
-sucks the passion out of everything
-always in bed
-tiered AF
-overwhelming sense of “it’s too late”
-can be cruel but also holds most of Savanna’s empathy

The Signs and why you should hate them PART 2
  • Aries: Loud and obnoxious. Thinks it's cool to be aggressive and snobbish but it's fucking annoying to the rest of us. Their so called "confidence" is as fake as Iggy Azalea's ass. They're the most boring people on the planet. They're the child you never wanted. Meeting or befriending an Aries means you're being punished for something.
  • Taurus: They think the world revolves around their slow asses. Tauruses act like they do everything but all they really do is masturbate, cry and throw a tantrum when they have to get out of their beds. They expect everyone to do everything for them. If you want to win a Taurus' heart, (which I doubt you do) then just be rich. They probably have money hidden somewhere but they'll act like they're poor and homeless just so they can have your shit.
  • Gemini: Geminis are very good actors. That's why they spew bullshit out of their mouths every 2 minutes and everyone buys it. They're not funny and tend to laugh at their own jokes while everyone just wants them to shut the fuck up. They feed off of bullying other people but act like they're for the people. Gemini's only talent is having everyone believe their lives while actually believing it themselves. They have no sense of right or wrong because they're still children who need to be put on a leash in order to prevent them from fucking up everything in their path. Do they even hear themselves talk? Probably not, because they suck at listening to anybody including themselves.
  • Cancer: Cry me a fucking river. Cancers act like they don't give a shit but will try to plan your death if you don't notice their shitty haircut right away. They have no social life and their parents/guardian try to kick them out because all they are and ever will be is the loser living in their parent's/guardian's basement jerking off to The Notebook and thinking about their ex.
  • Leo: Their whole entire existence is a joke. They act like they have morals but will try their best to degrade people so they can feel superior. Why? Because they don't know who or what the fuck they are. They still have identity issues at 30. Arguing with a Leo is easy (and hilarious) because their egos are consistently being bruised by nothing, so you'll always win the fight. Leos can relate to cats because they're pussies.
  • Virgo: They like to fight with everyone. Everything is everyone else's fault except for theirs. Virgos can't take the blame for anything because they think they're perfect (when they actually look like a mean sack of shit) and because they're prone to stomach aches and shitting their pants every time there's a little bump in the road. They hate being wrong (which they usually are) and will lie and murder their best friend just to try and prove a point. Because their ego comes before anything else.
  • Libra: Libras are so shallow, they won't think twice about talking to you if you're ugly. But take a good look at them and notice how boring their physical attributes are. They're just a plain jane walking piece of stale bread with two legs and a pulse. And they have as much depth as one too. All they do is try to charm people with the same lines they've used over and over again. They figure since they can't impress anyone with their looks they'll have to charm everyone with their fake personalities and horrible sense of humor. If you should even call that thing a personality.
  • Scorpio: Scorpios can see right through you -- HA. This is bullshit. All you are to Scorpio is a mirror. So everything they see in you that's "bad" is just themselves looking back at them. They only know you're lying because they have used every lie in the book and it takes one to know one. They're so shitty, they have done every horrible thing there is to do in life. So when someone reminds a Scorpio of themselves, they instantly don't like you. Because they know you're a piece of shit just like they are. This is why they're considered "mysterious". They judge people mainly by their looks (but use the word "aura" to throw people off) but if you look behind the sunglasses, millions of scarves and large hats they try to cover their faces with, you'll see they're not that special either.
  • Sagittarius: Congratulations! You are the shittiest fucking sign. You should be proud of yourself. But I bet you are, because you'll do anything for attention whether it's good or bad. Sagittarius itself is a joke and everything they do is the punchline. They think they're smart and will stand up for something they don't agree with just for the sake of arguing and seeming smart when in actuality, they got their facts from wikipedia and other people that they eavesdropped on.
  • Capricorn: Calm down. You're not superior. In fact, judging by how quickly you get offended you're the exact opposite. Capricorns love to fight everyone if it gives them some extra points on looking tough. But honestly, they're not even tough. We all hated them ever since they walked into the room. They focus on work and school because they have no friends. They act like they have class which is a joke, considering they put on a tough front all day and then cry their cowardly hearts out at home.
  • Aquarius: Hahahahahahahahahaha. You're not even worthy of one. Go fuck yourself.
  • Pisces: Pisces love to daydream and imagine the impossible, like getting off their lazy asses for once and actually doing something with their lives besides smoking pot and getting drunk. They're naturally psycho, because they can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality anymore. But they claim to know everything so if you tell them they're wrong they'll turn everyone against you. They're such pussies, they will probably grab a knife, scream, cry and kick shit if you look at them the wrong way. But don't worry, the knife is only so they can stab themselves repeatedly in their own face since they love to self destruct and then play the victim and put all the blame on everyone but themselves. Their own family hates them. So there's your first clue to avoid them at all costs. Seriously, the worst sign ever to exist.

anonymous asked:

Hello :) so i am interested in astral travel and spirit work, how would you advice a newbie on how to get started?

-rubs hands together- alright, let’s do this.

Follow your intuition. It will keep you safe. DON’T ignore signs of worry, uneasiness, anxiety, or fear. I don’t care if you think it’s random anxiety and you should push forward - don’t.

Know how to exit properly. You need to know how to properly exit so that your astral body is returned to a safe space before your consciousness is moved back to the physical.

Use common sense. Please. If you’re poisoned, seek out an antidote. If you want to see what you look like, find a mirror. If you are lost, find a map or a guide. 

Practice combat before you enter the outer astral. The first time you have to cast combat magic or use your willpower to keep someone away from you shouldn’t be on the battlefield when your astral body is at stake. Practice in a safe space first.

~UPG to follow!~

I do not believe there is a difference between daydreaming and astral travel. I just plain don’t. I haven’t seen any proof that daydreaming is “not real” in the way that astral travel “is”. In my mind, every time you go on a daydream you are entering one of the potentially endless personal inner spaces each person can possess. The beings you interact with can be archetypes or thoughtforms, but rarely external spirits.

Therefore, everything you daydream happens to you reverberates through your spirit. If you like to imagine all kinds of awful and terrible things happening to you, this is really happening to your spirit body, and this has a psychological effect on us in the physical. 

On the other hand, if you spend lots of time daydreaming about being happy, healthy, and successful - well, it’s called the power of positive thinking for a reason! ^.^

So the secret to astral travel isn’t a secret. Every human astral travels every day. When their minds wander, when they imagine what it would be like to be somewhere else —– their spirit body slips away and goes to that place, and does things there. And the human can observe it and interact with it and have all kinds of very real, very valid experiences there.

In order to astral travel to an inner space, allow yourself to slip in to a daydream and find yourself in the astral, wherever it may be. Go exploring. Talk to people. Find items and go on adventures! Learn lessons. Drink wine. Be happy.

In order to travel to an outer space, imagine a door that will take you anywhere in the universe. State where you would like to go, then open it and step through. Close and LOCK the door behind you so nothing can slip through back in to you.


Lust to Love - Calum Fluffy Smut

The fateful night that would change everything began excitingly; watching Calum on stage. His body moving with the beat, your stomach dropping as the muscles flexed in his arms as he strummed the notes hard with his long fingers, the sound bouncing off the walls, running through your veins. His skin shawn with a light coating of sweat under the strobe lights, colours reflecting off him shadowing parts of his face resulting in making him look dark, mysterious and undeniably handsome. His head nodded to the beat, perfectly in sync. Eyes wild with adrenaline, something animalistic about the way he scanned the crowd for you like he was hunting tor his pray. The feeling of need overwhelming as you connect eyes, your body overheating with want, breathing becoming uneasy as you forgot the words you were belting out. Swearing you saw him smirk his body turned away, biting down on his lip as he continued on all the while knowing that he was the reason your half naked bodies collided with lust after the show.

His fingers left prints up your ribcage as he lay you on the hotel bed, breathing hitching as he whispered into your ear making you squirm.

“The things I’m gonna do to you..” Bitting down on your lip you arched your back letting him undo your bra, leaving you only in your underwear beneath him. His head dropping down straight to your breasts, licking his tongue over the sensitive flesh around each nipple. Sucking gently he bit down causing you to hiss at him.

“So responsive.” Looking up he smirked wickedly before dropping his lips down further to leave a light trail of love bites down your stomach. Using his hands he slid your underwear down with ease, coming between your legs and kissing at the inside of your thighs. Holding your breath his head disappeared between them, his strong hands holding your waist as he went down. Wriggling under him, fingers gripping at the sheets and tugging his hair. Soft moans coming from your mouth, whining as he sent you straight into your first orgasm of the night. Your body exhausting against the bed, stomach muscles contracting, your eyes tightly closed as you gasped for air due to how quickly everything was moving. Yet he wasn’t stopping, his fingers pushed into you with ease, curling upwards before he placed gentle kisses over your clit. You contracted tightly still recovering from the last high, feeling numb yet sensitive.

“Again baby, for me.” With a wink he was sucking at your clit, fingers moving skilfully as you bucked your hips up uncontrollably. Body flushed and red with pleasure, pulling him up to kiss you as his fingers continued to move and his thumb rubbed in circles replacing his mouth.

“Cal, Calum!”

“Cum for me..come on..let me feel you.” His husky voice sent you flying over the edge again, pushing up to wrap yourself around him. Breathing uncontrollable as you trembled around him.

“Once more baby, just for me.” Kissing at the back of your ear he took the lobe into his mouth, sucking at it as you relaxed and prepared to be sent flying. Gulping back your throat was now dry and eyes tired but somehow you needed to feel him and wanted him like he hadn’t touched you at all.

“Fuck me…please Cal..” Whispering into his ear he groaned opening you legs, sliding his hand up the inside of your thigh before lining himself up. Pushing in you bit your lip the feeling so intense and full after two orgasms. Opening your eyes to look at him his face was washed with pleasure, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as he began to slowing thrust. You let your body feel him, his hips hitting against yours, grinding together. Your hands felt up his chest, feeling every muscle which covered the beating of his heart. Falling down he pressed against you, rolling his body. Your eyes met his deep brown ones daydreaming for a second, a flutter going through you as his head dropped and he pressed his lips against yours. The feeling strange but comforting. Moaning into it you felt yourself build up to explode, coming nearer and nearer to the final climax. Gripping at his hair he wrapped his arms around your back, the both of you rocking together.

“Fuck..” Speeding up his movements you began to pant, your body reacting to the pleasure ready to burst through you. Gasping he smirked and kissed at your lips again, his mouth getting you lost as you came for the third and strongest time yet. Arching your back as you clenched around him and he cursed dropping his head to moan into your neck. Your bodies collapsing onto the bed, spent but completely pleased. Looking over the last thing you saw was his face, drifting off to sleep at the memory of the way his eyes watched you.

Waking, you adjusted to the blackness of the room, a cool shiver running down your spine as you rolled over only to knock into Calum. Although it was dark you could make out the definitions of his face, so peaceful in the night. Your legs aching as you moved closer to snuggle into him, being reminded of the wild night only a few hours ago. Biting your lip at the thought, you were confronted by the way he kissed you with so much passion as you came, how he was gentle and kept you close. The feeling of his lips, the look on his face when you fell asleep came back to your mind. How his eyes were sleepy but alert, watching you drift away with so much adornment. Nothing exchanged but three little words on the tip of your tongue. Smiling at the thought, your heart raced as it became very clear in your mind and most importantly your heart. You were falling for Calum Hood.

(Hey guys, so i hope you enjoyed this. I just wanted to apologise for my lack of activity, i’m working out my timings so hopefully i can get back into posting regularly. Thank you for all the love, you guys rock! 💕)