if only someone said that to me

elennemigo  asked:

WRITING PROMPTS 25, Sherlolly. Thank you! :)

25. “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”

(Thank you! That was a hard quote to wrap my brain around but then it hit me – teen!lock one-shot.)

That’s My Girl

“What did I say?” Sally asked, her innocent tone spoiled by her smirk.

“You know exactly what you said, Donovan,” Mary said angrily. “Just because the only boy you can catch is that idiot Anderson, that doesn’t give you the right to spew your venom at Molly.” She got up from their cafeteria table and ran after her friend.

Mary found Molly in the closest ladies’ room, in the next-to-last stall. She could hear her sniffling. “Molly?” she asked gently. “Are you okay?”

“She’s such a … a b-i-t-c-h,” Molly said quietly.

“It’s okay, you can say it,” Mary said, smiling a bit. “Your ‘innocent little Molly’ reputation is safe with me.”

Molly laughed weakly. “Bitch. Sally Donovan is a bitch.”

Mary grinned. “There, don’t you feel better?”

“A little…” Molly sighed quietly. “But … maybe there’s something to what she’s saying?”

“What?! Molly Hooper, you come out here right now so I can shake some sense into you.”

There was absolute silence from inside the stall for a full minute then the door opened and Molly stepped out. Her eyes were red and there were tear streaks down her face but Mary knew those were fixable. What concerned her much more was Molly’s defeated attitude.

“Maybe … maybe I should break up with Sherlock,” she said quietly. “He never liked being the center of attention, good or bad, but with me, he’s getting both. There are always so many comments. Bitchy ones from nasty people like Sally, or stunned comments, like how Greg is always saying he has no idea how someone like Sherlock managed to get someone like me.” She blushed. “Then there’s Irene, who said I must be … um … well, you were there, you heard her.”

“Yeah,” Mary said, smirking. “And I gave her a black eye for it. That earned me the happiest detention I’ve ever served.” She turned serious. “Molly, you can’t dump Sherlock over this. When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy … even then. Especially then! I don’t even want to imagine Sherlock with a broken heart, and you leaving him would break it into a million pieces.”

Molly sniffled again. “I just want him to be happy.”

“I am, Molly,” came a very familiar, and very male, voice from the last stall, the one with the hand-written Out-Of-Order sign.

“Sherlock!” both girls squeaked. “You’re not supposed to be in here!” Mary added.

The door opened and Sherlock came out, looking completely unrepentant. “It’s my favorite school bolthole. No one checks for an occupant when there’s an out-of-order sign.” He looked at Molly and his expression softened, like it always did when he looked at her. “I was never really happy before I met you, Molly. Then you came into my life and I feel like nothing could bring me down.” He gently took her hands. “I don’t care what everyone else says – you and I belong together. I never want you to forget that.”

“Oh, Sherlock…” Molly murmured, new tears falling down her face. “I promise I won’t. Everyone else can go … can go hang.”

Sherlock grinned. “That’s my girl.”

anonymous asked:

Not the same anon, I disagree about Levi having OCD based difficulty with intimacy. When that soldier was dying, Levi didn't hesitate to grab a hold of his blood soaked hand and speak words of comfort. For someone he's emotionally attached to, I think he would complain about filth, but only comment that he needs to clean them, or something of a similar effect, but would not be impeded from expressing physical attraction due to bodily germs.

Thank you for sharing it. I believe many things you said make sense. They could be right. I answered what I believe he would do, and for me, I think his obsessions could get worse when he lets his guard down (meaning being in love). The answer was also mostly based on my OCD behavior. Of course they’re many different aspects to mental illness and not everyone reacts the same or has the same symptoms. Also of course his behaviour doesn’t have to be because of an illness. It could just be discomfort. Again, thank you for sharing your view

Undeserving Gratitude;

There is someone who calls only me “best friend” 
There is someone who calls only me “golden boy” 


These words to me are an insatiable memory that I will forever feel deeply connected to and joyful towards;
however I also feel anguish and hurt in myself from hearing such praising words.  

In the most respectful and kind way they are spoken to me;
Yet I feel guilt rush over me that I should be able to return such words.
I should be able to call someone best friend and golden boy.
How can I depict one person to be my best friend when there is so many people that I love?  

I feel undeserving of such titles because I can’t return them the way they are said to me. I open my heart and accept them though for it is the only way I can show my appreciation to someone who I hold on a level much higher than what this world has to offer. 

You; who calls me such things is someone who I have come to trust my soul with. You are someone who I am inspired by daily and someone I aspire to be like, not only because of your words but because of the strength you hold so deeply hidden beneath a facade of weakness. Your scars make you beautiful and unique, and your heart makes me want to remain alongside you until the day I no longer walk on this earth. 

Even though I cannot call only you best friend;
You are my best friend when I am alone;
My home when I have nowhere to go;
My compass pointing me north when I am lost in the south;
My light in the darkness and a god to my mortality. 

We’re bound through a bond that rivals even time itself. Enduring and unbreakable, you are a piece of my soul that will stay with me forever.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry you probably don't care but I really have no one to talk to about this some 'friends' from school who I thought I was really close to are out partying together and they didn't even invite me and I told someone who I thought was my best friend and she only said "lol they didn't invite you peak" I don't know what to do anymore I'm so sick or having no friends and the few i do have aka 3 are really fake and treat me like shit just makes me wanna kill myself doesn't help with my depression

Babe😢😢 you will come across a lot of fake friends in life! I did too. You just have to get yourself involved ask them to come along with them. You won’t have to be friends with them forever, when you move on in life you will meet tons of new people 💘

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Nichan: Thank you very much for ETA2017-RAINBOW- Tour’s Tokyo performance! It was super exciting and as Ikasan has already said, it passed in a blink of an eye! We only appeared in Tokyo performance, but it was a great honour to participate!!! #etajp

Nokkuso: thank you very much!
we got such a warm welcome from guys from ETA, it made me feel so happy ;;

anonymous asked:

(I saw your hash tags homie) what shit did they say about the lGBTQ+ community?

Not they, Larry*. And it was nothing bad. Just in the 1st hangout, Larry assumed lube was only for gay men and a fan gave him lube as a gift at a workshop & he got mad bc he was like he isn’t gay. 2nd hangout Lau said smth about how “gay boys do hair” & Larry mumbled “ehh don’t talk about gay men” and wanted to changed the subject. 3rd hangout Larry just kept clownin Lau, calling him gay bc of his twists & said he looked like a gay man, iirc it was in french tho. Someone asked the twins if they wax & Larry was like well it’s not me bc “i’m not the gay one” referring to Lau as gay but it was just a joke, he thinks he’s funny when he really isn’t lol. Funny part was tho when Lau to Larry was like “you look like you know more about it than me” and Larry got all quiet & awkward so they moved on to the next question, it was hilarious imo lmao

kagomehigurashi  asked:

Hachi for the character meme🙌🏼

Sexuality Headcanon:  Privately bi-curious atm, would consider herself Bi if she ever got into a relationship with a girl
Gender Headcanon:  Cis girl, but I totes would be down for Trans Girl Hachi too.
A ship I have with said character:  Nana/Hachi!!  Every chapter literally begins and ends with them calling each others names, years after they’d seen each other last…. They’ve been missing each other longer than they lived together and it’s killing me how can I not ship it??
A friendship I have with said character:  Aaaaaah, I love Hachi’s relationship with Miu and Yasu and Shin…. But I have to say Junko!! Jun isn’t the perfect friend, but she provides so much balance to Hachi and gives her someone to rely on that isn’t Famous.
A NOTP I have with said character:  Hachi/Takumi and Hachi/Shoji…. No thank.
A random headcanon:  Only went to art school because Jun was going… Jun is Hachi’s original Nana and she was o b s e s s e d with Jun when they first met.  Hachi doesn’t actually latch on to friends easily but she is DEDICATED to the ones she makes.
General Opinion over said character:  I love her sm!! She’s such a great compliment to the Typical Shoujo Heroine - not “better” but a beautiful example of how great their characters are.  She’s so flighty but self-aware. She breaks down so easily but so fucking resilient in the end.  She’s flawed but her kindness and empathy aren’t her flaws but her strength. All I wish for is her happiness. She’s a 11/10. 

Thanks for asking!!

anonymous asked:

12 & 28? 😊

12. whats a turn off you look for before you start officially dating someone?
I developed a crush on someone at uni but when I heard their view on politics was quite different to my own it kinda made me a bit,, yikes. Not that it stopped me crushing completely, but people’s political standpoint can be kinda a turn off for me.

28. are you out? if so how did you come out?
I’m not officially out no. A couple of my real life friends know, and only really because they asked me lmao. My parents have questioned numerous times, my mum flat out asked me if I was gay a couple weeks ago but I panicked and said no. They wouldn’t care at all, they’ve literally said all they care about is me being happy in life, I just feel very awkward and uncomfortable talking about it?? Maybe because I’m still not 110% certain what exactly I am. If I ever got into a relationship with a girl and it got semi serious I’d tell them then, other than that I don’t really feel the need to come out you know???

[TRANS] 170623 Taehyung V Live

KRN - ENG © ktaebwi

“’I fought with my friend. My friend’s circle of friends is too big. What if I lose my friends?’ Guys, it’s okay, my case’s the same as yours too. In the past, because of one friend… I almost lost a friend before too. That friend was good at studying and sports and everything, while I was just average. We were close, but he didn’t think of me as a friend but someone who’s a little bit below him. I was aware of that. When his birthday came, that friend’s name was Lee XX, he said at school that he would throw a birthday party. At that time giving culture gift cards for birthday was popular, so everyone said to buy culture gift cards so we could throw a birthday party. I bought a culture gift card and came to that friend’s birthday party, but turns out I was the only one who wasn’t informed the location. The others were all informed. So I held the gift card and wandered outside for 3 hours, not knowing where I should go. I pressed 1633 to call*, I was scared he wouldn’t pick up so I added another coin** and called him, but he didn’t pick up. I kept calling and he finally picked up. I said “Hey friend! I bought the gift card, where should I go now?”. He told me to come to the game room. I came there and gave him the gift card. I told him I has to come home now. I remember I cried a lot while walking home. I guess he was jealous of me. Over time, he told me he was jealous of me because he saw that I was doing well. Truthfully it was during elementary school and we were still so young, that’s why it happened that way. He apologized earnestly to me that time, no not that time, it was 2 years later I think? And I told him “Thank you for being my friend, thank you, seriously.” After I debuted, I went back to Geochang once and met him coincidentally when I went to McDonalds to buy fries. We had coffee together, I bought him coffee. We resolved everything. So, they might be jealous but I think if you show them often that you don’t mean anything bad, anything can be resolved.”

*1633 is LGU+’s collect call number, the first 5 seconds of the call are free, after that, the charge will be charged on the receiver.
**in the payphone

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.

Um.

I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

Did you ever have a genuine psychic/medium experience?

Although many readings can be attributed to cold readings or sheer coincidence sometimes it’s uncanny how accurate psychics/mediums can be. Here’s a collection of supposedly genuine experiences from threads. If you have an experience feel free to tag me @sixpenceee!

by reddit user Jinuxxx

I never believe in palm /card readings. I don’t actually believe in it nowadays. BUT when I was in 9th grade, my friend took me with her to a fortune teller so she can have her future read. Surprisingly she mentioned about her love dilemma, a blonde guy and dark haired guy. She was completely convinced about her reading powers while I was meh… We’re teenagers, it’s natural we’ll find ourselves in situations like this. And then she predicted the scores she’ll get at the exams when you finish high school (in our country there are some mandatory subjects for the exams, thus multiple numbers) she guessed that right. If I think really hard about probabilities and stuff I can find a logic explanation to that as well. 

by reddit user GoobyBear22

About 5 years ago I saw a psychic that a family friend had told me was the real deal. I went in skeptical and came out a believer.

She used tarot cards and knew things that could have been lucky guesses, like that I had just bought a house and was renovating it, but she also knew specific things that no one else could have known.

The most amazing part of the whole thing was that she knew that I had some complications with my hormones and had a surgery in the past that would make getting pregnant very difficult, but she told me Despite all this, I would have a baby later in life. Toward the end of the reading she hands me the tarot cards and tells me to shuffle them. Then tells me to ask three questions in my mind one at a time. I decided to really test her authenticity so the first question I decided to ask was am I going to have children, and halfway through laying the five cards down, she stops and looks at me and scolds me saying “I already told you that you were going to have one child!” hah this is when I knew.

by reddit user wobblerss

This was before I was born. My mom had a neighbor who was a grandpa who could see the future. He told my mom that my sister would be really sick when she became a preteen and not to worry because she’d be okay. When my sister was a preteen she was diagnosed with cancer and after a year and a half she was perfectly fine. My mom was pregnant with me when she met him again and he told her that I would be a c-section baby. My mom already knew this and said she had scheduled the c-section already since I was breach but he was adamant that she would have me on a certain day and that the c-section wouldn’t go on the planned day. I was born on the exact day he predicted.

Nothing too crazy but the fact that he knew that my sister would be sick and would be okay is crazy to me. He also didn’t want any money and approached my mom and asked if he could do a reading for her.

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Little Witch (Part 1)

Pairings: It’ll be a Peter x reader

word count: 1730

Requested:  Hey can you write one where the avengers go to recruit a girl they heard about? She lives in the deep woods and uses magic. When they find her they weren’t expecting someone so young since she’s only like 14-15. They start having second thoughts but she shows them that she can handle herself. She also wants revenge cause hydra killed her family trying to get to her.

A/N: I made the reader a little older and i hope it’s not a problem. I really liked the request and i have a big idea how to continue this. I hope you like it and if so let me know in order to post a Part 2 and maybe more ;) Enjoy (and sorry for the mistakes)

Originally posted by merlinemryspendragon


It was Saturday and everyone in the Avenger tower was finally able to relax. The whole week represented a lot of missions, hours of training and a serious lack of sleep. Today had to be their day off. Nat was trying to find an interesting film on the TV but for now with no luck. Steve was in his room immersed in his thought for the present again. Tony, as always, was doing something in his laboratory with Bruce but this time they weren’t eager to make a progress so fast, so they were mostly telling each other jokes rather than work. Clint and Vision, unusually, were cooking whatever they could think of while Peter, Wanda and Thor were ready to become tasters. Everything was going fine until a familiar and detestable sound reached their ears.

“Good morning, Avengers.”, said Colson, “How are you in this sunny and beautiful day?”

“Oh, hey Son of Col! We are perfect.”, Thor answered with a bright smile on his face.

Now everyone was in the living room looking at the man in a black suit showing on the huge TV.

“If you have to tell us something good then go on, if not…better fuck yourself.”

“Well, I’m glad to see you too, Romanoff.”, the man looked with a smile at the red-head and then turned again to the whole gang, “Okay, I will go to the main part. Three days ago something extraordinary happened in woods north of Minnesota.”, bellow him appeared some photos, “As you see, some of the trees are burnt but definitely not from a fire, and this one.”, a photo showing something like spikes coming from the ground became in view.

“What the hell is this?”, Peter exclaimed, “How is that even possible?”

“That’s what you have to find out.”

“What?! No!”, Tony said angrily. “No! Not going to happen! We have a day off, Colson!”

“I know you do, but it’s important. Given the fact it’s like 7km away from a Hydra base, it may be someone used for an experiment. And we need only three or four of you to go and check.”, the man announced.

“I’m in!”, Wanda said with no hesitations.

“Count me, too”, Clint raised his hand to show that he’s ready.

“And me.”

“Peter, you are not going.”, Tony declared.

“Why not? We only have to check what’s going on, that’s all.”

“He is right Tony, and I will go, too.”, Steve stated and the four of them received the needed information.

“I’m sick of Mr. Stark treating me like a kid.”, Peter breathed out as he and the other three avengers were getting in the helicopter.

“But you are a kid, Pete.”, Steve sat down and put his belt on. The others followed his actions and soon they were high above the ground.

“That’s not what I mean. I may be a kid as I am that young but I can look after myself. I can do things just like you guys. I want and I can become a hero. It seems he…he doesn’t want me to be one.”

“You know that’s not true.”, Wanda tried to calm the boy down, “He is just afraid. You and either I are new in all of this, but he, Steve and Clint are deep in this dangerous world and know what it costs to be a hero.”

“Wanda is right, boy. I share Stark’s thoughts but not completely. If you want to be a hero, you must know that you risk the lives of your beloved ones – family, friends, girlfriends… We all have experienced the feeling of losing someone; we just don’t want you to go through this at that young age.”, Clint said while checking his arrows.

“But don’t worry, we’ll be beside your back.”, Steve patted Peter’s shoulder and till the end of the flight nobody spoke.

Two hours later the group was finally at the mentioned place. There was no place for the helicopter to land so the heroes had to get down with the help of a rope.

“So…which direction should we go?”, Clint questioned as he, the last one, got on the hard ground.

“North.”, Steve looked at his compass to make sure he was right and then led the gang towards the destination.

“Why would somebody stay so deep In the woods?”, Peter decided to break the silence.

“I don’t think they are just staying there, Pete.”

“They are hiding.”, Wanda respond back.

“Why do you think so?”

“Colson said that there is a Hydra base in the distance…I think whoever managed to escape, is now terrified and…and angry.”

“How can you be so sure? Hydra probably sent out somebody to see if he can cooperate and serve them.”, the way Steve retorted back showed he had no good feeling towards the organization.

“Because I can feel it!”

“What do you mean?”, Peter was so confused given the fact he was new and didn’t have much information about the Hydra thing and Wanda’s powers.

“Sometimes I can either get in your head or memories, or feel your emotions.”

Steve was about to say something back as his anger has somehow unlocked but Clint was the one to stop them from a fight.

“Guys! We have a work to do and right now it’s in front of us.”, Hawkeye showed the previously seen spikes, which were like 10 meters away from them, “Can you solve your problems when we are back in the base, and I am away from your childish behavior?”

Wanda and Steve looked a little ashamed while Peter was still standing there with a stupid expression on his face while trying to figure the things out. While going to the strange and kind of a scary place the gang saw some burnt trees, others had a burnt hand mark on them, others were still up but their leaves were dry. As they were becoming closer a change in the temperature was felt.

“It wasn’t that hot minutes before. I’m sweating in this costume and now my body is itching like crazy.”, Parker announced as he began scratching.

“It’s coming from the inside.”

The spikes coming from the ground were making something like a dome. The sharp sides were touching at the top, while at the bottom they were forming a circle. This ‘structure’ was definitely made for some sort of protection.

“Maybe the person is inside this thing.”

“I will try to break it. Step back.”, Wanda commanded and then, using her magic, she broke one of the spikes. As she did so, another one grew but not upwards. Instead the spike with its sharp side directed at her body was about to kill her if it wasn’t Steve to save her.  They both fell on the ground while the others two tried to save themselves from the other deadly formations that suddenly appeared from the ground.  

“What the hell was that?!”, Clint exclaimed as he tried to catch his breath.

“I don’t know but we better find a way to…”, Peter was interrupted from Wanda’s scream to watch out. But his spider senses had already informed him about a danger. He jumped and used his webs to get on a high tree.  From up there he managed to notice the small aperture.

“I can get there and I will. Don’t try to stop me, we are losing time. When I get there you will attack and try to ruin this shield. Got it?”, the young boy notified the others through his micro earphone, “Let’s have some fun.”, Peter put his mask on and jumped from the tree. He landed just a meter away from the wanted place but as soon as his foots touched the spikes others began appearing. With his fastness he got in the hole seconds before getting seriously injured.

Although he has done it before, this time Peter made his superhero landing on his ass.

“Shit, that hurts.”, he cursed out but as soon as he did he was thrown against the strong wall made from the spikes.

“Tell me who the hell you are or I’ll kill you.”, a sweet, yet dry voice reached his ears. He looked up and saw a girl around his age standing defensive opposite him with a rage written on her face.

“I’m Pet-, shit! No, I’m Spiderman and I-”, but the boy was interrupted by being sent to the ‘wall’ again.

“You are lying! If Hydra is sending you, which I am sure about, you are gonna die in agony. They’ll finally see what I am capable of! That’s what they want, isn’t it?”, the girl screamed and clenched fists. Peter, who was thrown again, managed to see what she was doing and how she was capable of whisking him wherever she wanted. The guy soon realized she was a witch just like Wanda.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. We are here to help you”, as soon as those words were spoken, the girl was ready to make that boy shut up by repeating her previous actions but Peter was faster. He sent webs towards her hands, sticking them on one of the spikes. She tried to escape but with in vain. Peter used this opportunity to scan the girl. She was his height, with a (y/h/t) (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) now full with anger. Her clothes were dirty and scattered, her face slightly sunken maybe due to the lack of food.  

Suddenly the whole structure was hit and a part of it ruined down. The girl used this as an opportunity to go away and this time she managed. She began running but the boy shoot web at her and stopped her. The witch fell on the ground and looked at the four people standing meters away.

“I’ll kill you!”, she screamed and sent a stone towards the group. Wanda was the one to create a shield with her magic and protect her friends. The girl’s eyes widen as she saw that somebody had powers just as her.

“Stop attacking us and just listen!”, Wanda spoken calmly.

“We are here to help you, don’t need to be afraid.”, a man with a soft voice gave his hand to help her stand. The girl looked up and was met by a dirty blonde hair and kind blue eyes.

“C-captain America?”

Part 2 

Who’s Who in the “Black Panther” teaser trailer

Unfortunately I can’t make gifs so I will just reblog all of those. If you’re wondering who all these people in the Black Panther trailer are (it goes by very quickly!). I have some canon for you:

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anonymous asked:

So I'm writing about a powerful villain who has/ is developing a soft spot for the "hero's" abused child, but I'm in a rut. Would you be able to help me with some prompts? Thanks so much!

1) “You don’t have to fight me.” 
The kid looked utterly petrified at the very sight of them, hands shaking visibly. “I do -”
“-Why? Because it’s heroic?” The villain circled the teenager, eyes narrowed. The kid moved to attack - almost instinctively at the seeming reminder that they should be doing so. The villain pounced, steadying them.  Continuing. “Because you think it will make your parents proud?”
The kid swallowed and ah, there it was. Their wrists jerked against the grip. 
“No good parent would ever encourage their child to start a fight that they have no chance of winning.” 


2) “…what are you doing here?” The villain froze at the sight of the child, shivering on their doorstep in the middle of the night. They held up a hand to halt their security. The villain’s eyes narrowed. They made a living cataloguing weaknesses, anything they could use to win. “You’re hurt.”
“It’s training.”
“Training-” their brain went white hot with rage. They released a breath. “Get in.”


3) “You can’t be here,” the kid hissed. “You have to go, please-”
“Shh.” They dipped onto their knees to make a less threatening figure of themselves. “Easy, easy. It’s not for you to worry about.”
It was a trap. Of course it was a trap - child who cried wolf. They were probably the one who’d taught the hero that sentimentality was a liability in the first place. The hero knew perfectly well that they’d come when this stupid, goddamn kid was scared. Just as the villain knew what it would cost to do so.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to - I-” 
“-I know. It’s alright. You do what you have to do, yeah? And I make my own choices. You’ve done great. Your parents are going to be so proud.” 
“Are you?”
Ah, crap. “Anyone who can beat me should be very impressed with themselves.” And if it was more a matter of them letting themselves be beaten, well, the kid needed it.


4) “You kidnapped me.”
“Course I did, it’s your birthday. No fun unless I ruin it.”
“Dad didn’t remember.”
Yeah, they were well aware of that fact. 


5) “To my knowledge,” the villain said softly, as they examined their supposed hostage. “The only time people aren’t scared of me is if they’ve come across worse. And…honestly I didn’t think there was much worse than me in this city. Curious, don’t you think?”
 The teenager’s eyes flickered, jaw clenched. “Are you going to kill me?”
“The look on your face suggests you’re asking me to.”
They were missing something here - it was maddening. Ignorance tended to lead to losing. Then they saw the way the child flinched every time it seemed someone else was approaching the room and it clicked. For a second, the villain could barely think through the sudden chill. “…what do you think your parents are going to say about you getting yourself caught by the enemy?” They kept their voice light. “I’d be pretty irritated having to haul some liability of a brat out of trouble.”
The teenager flinched. 
Bingo. It just didn’t feel all too much like victory.  A bit more like oh, shit. 

Beginner's Guide to Pendulums

⛤Okay, so I have been wanting to put out a post about pendulums based on how I was taught to use them by my aunt, a long-time pendulum diviner and dowser. This post is based solely on our traditions and beliefs. I am NOT telling anyone that this is the one and only way to work with pendulums. Please do what works for you. If these methods suit you, fantastic! If not, it’s okay. Alright, buckle your seat belts ‘cause here we go.

⛤So, you want to use a pendulum. Cool! First you have to get one. There are several ways to obtain a pendulum. You can buy one from a specialty shop (many new age and crystal shops sell them). You can buy one online from places like Etsy, Ebay, and other places. You can even make one. All you need is a string or chain and something to hang from it. It can be as simple as a needle stuck in a cork hanging from some thread (as my great grandmother did). You can also use a piece of jewelry, such as a necklace or a lanyard as a pendulum. Find, make or buy one that is suitable for you.

⛤Now that you have a pendulum, it’s time to clear/charge it. A very important step when using a pendulum is to cleanse it, especially if you bought one. A pendulum in a store, even an online store, has been touched by many people. People have probably touched it to look at it, shop employees have probably touched it when they were putting out to be bought. The seller from an online shop has certainly touched it. All of these people touching the pendulum that you just bought have left residual energies on it. These energies can affect the accuracy of the pendulum. So, you have to cleanse it. I recommend you cleanse your pendulum the same way you do any of your magickal tools. If it’s made from a crystal, you can cleanse it the same way you cleanse your crystals. If you don’t know how to cleanse your pendulum, I was taught to start with a prayer/incantation/chant. Write one that explains your intention just like you would to write a spell. Be specific in your writing. If you want to work with your spirit guides, say that. If you want to work with your higher self, say that. Be specific in the kind of spirits you want to work with. Do you want to work with ancestors? Spirit animals? Etc. If you want to work spirits aligned with light, be specific on the type of light. Anyway, after you have your prayer/incantation/chant written down, you can begin to cleanse your pendulum. The cleansing ritual/ceremony/process can be a elaborate as you deem fit. When I cleansed mine, I didn’t go very elaborate, but if you need to go for it. There are several ways you can use to cleanse your pendulum. 1st, smoke cleansing. Just as you would use sage to cleanse a room, you can use it to cleanse your pendulum. Light a bundle of dried sage, or sage incense. Pass your pendulum through the smoke and say your prayer/incantation/chant. Do this for as long as you think is necessary. 2nd, visualization. Hold your pendulum in your hand and visualize it being surrounded by a brilliant white light. Focus on the residual energies being driven away and cleansed from your pendulum. Say your prayer/incantation/chant while you do your visualization. I used this method to cleanse my pendulum. I visualized putting the pendulum in a stream of white light and letting the light flow over it like water, cleansing away the residual energies. 3rd, if your pendulum is made of crystal, any crystal cleansing techniques will work to cleanse it (i.e. burying it, putting it in running water, burying in salt, putting it with cleansing crystals, such as clear quartz and selenite, etc.). If you made your pendulum, you might not have to worry so much about cleansing and charging it because you made it and it’s already aligned with your energy. However, if you bought your pendulum, after you have cleansed it you need to charge it with your energy. You can do this by carrying it around with you in your pocket and asking small, mundane questions. (I’ll explain this more later)

⛤Now you have a cleansed and charged pendulum. What’s next? Well, you need to program it. By programming, I mean you need to establish how your pendulum will work for you. This includes deciding how you want your pendulum to move based on certain responses to your questions. Now, I have seen many posts and read several books that say that you are supposed to ask the pendulum to show you how it will move for yes, no, maybe, I don’t know, etc. I was taught that you shouldn’t do this because it opens you up for potentially dangerous situations and it sets the precedent that the pendulum or the spirits communicating through the pendulum are in control. I was taught that this is potentially dangerous. I was also taught that this is your experience on this plane of existence. Because of that, you should be in control and do what you are comfortable with. The pendulum is a tool and the spirits communicating through it are guides that can only offer advice. Anyway, you should be the one who decides how the pendulum will move according to the different responses. My pendulum moves in a clockwise circle for “yes”, a counter-clockwise circle for “no”, back and forward for “maybe”, side to side for “I don’t know”, and it stays still for “please rephrase the question.” You can program your pendulum however makes you feel comfortable and however you will remember the meaning of the movements best. After all, what’s the point in asking a question if you can’t understand the answer?

Going back to charging the pendulum. Programming it actually goes into charging it. The more you use your pendulum, the more it becomes aligned to your energy. When you first start using your pendulum, begin by asking it mundane questions. Start with things that don’t have a significant impact on your life, such as what should a I eat for dessert, what color shoes should I wear, should I buy this thing. Simple stuff like that gets you used to your pendulum and it helps you remember your programming for it better. It also helps your pendulum become aligned with your energy and makes the responses more accurate.

⛤Using a pendulum is a great way to get advice on decisions you’re indecisive about. It’s also a wonderful tool for communicating with your spirit guides and companions.

⛥As you get more accustomed to using your pendulum, you can do other things with it. You can create charts to help you get more in depth information. For example, you can make a time table to help organize your tasks for the day. You can make a list of activities to do and when you are bored or don’t know what to do next, ask your pendulum. My aunt did this a lot with her kids. They would want to go outside to play and she would want them to do homework. She would dowse (ask her pendulum) on it and whatever the pendulum said is usually* what they did. Additionally, you can use your pendulum for spirit work. You can make a letter board (like a ouija board) and communicate with spirits. You can also use pendulum for Reiki work, using it to find blockages in the chakras. The list goes on and on.

I put an * next to “usually” in my little anecdote because as I said earlier, this is your experience on this plane of existence. Your pendulum and the spirits communicating through it can only offer advice. You have the ability to either listen to what your pendulum advises or not. That being said, in my experience the pendulum is usually right.

⛤Anyway, I know that was a super long winded post about pendulums. I hope you find the information useful. If using pendulums is something you want to do, go for it! I absolutely LOVE mine and I am so happy I had someone in my life who could teach me about them!

Thank you and blessed be,

Anne Sage 🌻🌼

⛤Also: a good exercise to do with pendulums is to have two, one in each hand, and see if you can get them both to move in harmony with each other. This will show any weak energy flow in your body. It’s a good way to help build up that flow and make it stronger. I, personally, have to work on this with my right hand because it is significantly weaker than my left.

Originally posted by zombiewhitetrash-blog