is your mind diseased


» A Collection of Near-Death Experiences by somethingaboutamoose

Keith was twelve years old when he was involved in a car accident with his family. After the near-death experience, Keith has found out something about himself: He can’t die.

» all we have to do by aknightley

Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.

» between stars by NotRover

After years of fighting on opposite sides of the war, Lance and Keith meet once again on the battlefield.

» blue, blue eyes by albino_yeti

What would you do
if you ever knew
the man you desperately love
never thinks the same of you?

» Bottom Of The Ninth by xfulcrumx

Lance is the new pitcher for The Lions. Coran’s goal for the season is to make their rival team, The Galrans, beg for mercy. Somewhere along the way, Klance happens.

» Carpe Diems and Chrysanthemums by Gigapoodle

After years of rivalry, bitter acquaintanceship, and eventual friendship, the realization slaps Lance hard, hard enough to settle into his lungs and sap his life away. It’s when he coughs up a petal that Lance realizes just how far gone he is.

» close to you by solllys

they’re in love with each other; that’s how these things go

» Confinement Of Pain by NightcoreFairy

“During the day we were mere rivals.”

“And during the night?”

“During the night, he was the love of my life.”

» Control by ver_ironica

Keith is desperate to keep up appearances, but things are getting harder. He has to lead Voltron while keeping himself in check. His control is reaching the breaking point, and there may be no turning back.

» Crowd Pleaser by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

It’s a male strip club, which means Keith’s never short of entertainment during working hours - especially when Blue Rider takes the stage. Because Blue’s hot - definitely talented - and definitely taking an interest in Keith.

» excelsior by warmth

“Onward and upward,” Lance says. “to greater glory.”

» Going Under by sun_stricken

Lance takes a dangerous spill in the ocean and is saved by none other than a mermaid with weird hair

» Hershey’s Kisses by EnglishCivilWar

In which Keith is sad, and Lance tries to cook.

» i think you’re fine you really blow my mind by keithxlance

Five times Lance uses pick-up lines and one time Keith decides to try it out as well.

» I Watched the Sky and the Stars Reminded Me of You by beckkai

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. I’m just.” He looked back at the rising moon and expanse of sky before setting Keith with a soft glare,”Nothing.”

» Like Fire by PastelClark

By circumstance and happenstance, Red finds herself in situations requiring she change paladins twice in her life

» Moonset Deep by MilkTeaMiku

All his life he’d been told to make sure he was never seen – it was what all the children were taught from the moment they were born. Never let a human see you, never fall in love with a human, and most importantly, never kiss one.

» Never Let Me Go by doodlenauts

When the music stops, he meets him halfway - even when they’re thousands of millions of miles apart.

» Nothing Like the Rain When You’re In Outer Space by Wayward_child

Lance misses the rain.

» oblivious to what made you so obvious by altruisticallura

He looked up suddenly, as if he could feel Lance’s eyes on him, and gave a small grin. Lance was a goner.

» Panacea (A Cure for Love) by RowenaMacLeod

Keith contracts an alien disease that wipes your mind of the one you love.

» Reach out for you (break these walls) by Utsukushin

Keith is trying to make himself smaller, to bury his head deeper in his knees, and Lance’s heart freezes in his chest. 

» solace in the thrum of your heart by laidellennt

Lance cannot find solace in the stars.

» Somebody Left The Gate Open by lordbatty

Lance always knew he would have to be the one to pick Keith back up. And he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

» suave and charming as heck by Lance_WhyUAlwaysLion

Lance is neither suave nor charming. Or, Lance thinks he’s a pro at flirting until suddenly, he’s the one getting flirted with.

» Sung Me Moonstruck by sciencefictioness

Something hungry within him that was only sated by the sound of Lance’s voice, or the sight of those too deep eyes cutting sideways to look at him. Something wild that only calmed when he was near.

Something broken in Keith that was held together with that crooked grin.

» symbolization by bolbessa

Keith didn’t really do flowers. He just couldn’t take care of them, and to be completely honest, he didn’t see the point.

» teeth and all by viscrael

“Do you want to kiss someone?”

Keith almost drops his Bayard.

» the sea pronounces something by legendarydesvender

AU where Keith is a sailor and Lance is the siren trying to drown him.

» The Whirling Ways Of Stars That Pass by mandaloore

“There,” he spoke in an almost-whisper, tracing the outline of the imaginary constellation like a child following a dot-to-dot illustration. Keith watched his movements from his peripheral vision, hoping that Lance was too preoccupied to notice the rapid beating of his heart. “Can you see it now?”

» Waves Amongst Stardust by Resamille

The flutter of Lance’s heart is almost lost to the homesickness pounding through his veins.

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NDRV3 Boys With an S/O That Caught the Despair Disease

I tried to make each boy suffer with an S/O that had a different Despair Disease, so hopefully it’s not toooo confusing. Had to take a few liberties with the diseases, especially Momota’s, but I hope it’s good nonetheless! Done by Mod Iruma.


  • He figures out extremely quickly that his S/O is infected; but that doesn’t deter him from spending time with you at all.
  • You’re very grateful when he brings in some homemade tomato soup while you’re stuck in the hospital.
  • Doesn’t stop your heart from breaking when the despair disease forces you to say that you don’t want the soup.
  • At first, Saihara is crestfallen, but seems to scrape together some confidence as he asks again, pushing the soup towards you.
  • The despair disease forces you to sneer that you never thought his homemade soup was good anyway, but you gratefully lap it up despite your words.
  • Saihara’s caught on. He’s not the Ultimate Detective for nothing. If anything, he almost seems… flattered at your words. 
  • You’re glad he knows you’re just Ouma Kokichi-ing for a while now, and you give him a great big smile as you tell him his soup was the absolute worst soup you’ve ever had the displeasure of tasting.
  • He shifts his hat over his face to shadow his blush.

AMAMI RANTAROU (Pain/Pleasure Swap Disease)

  • You have to appreciate your boyfriend’s sense of humor, despite the situation. He’s been walking with you around the hospital the whole day, almost babying you.
  • “S/O, you okay? You need anything? Hey, don’t go banging into the wall, c’mon. We’ll be late for lunch—”
  • He figures out what your disease does when he lovingly gives you a headpat and you wince in pain.
  • The second the whimper leaves your mouth he jerks his hand back and starts to sheepishly apologize.
  • You shake your head and say that it wasn’t his fault, he shouldn’t be sorry, you should be the one sorry…
  • But then he crosses his arms and says he should’ve been more observant, he’s a bad boyfriend…
  • The incredibly weird argument continues until Amami accidentally steps on your foot, and you let out a sigh of complete bliss.
  • There’s a pause, and the two of you stare at one another.
  • The argument over who should be apologizing continues anew (even if the two of you come to an agreement to keep touching to a minimum until the disease is cured).

OUMA KOKICHI (Gullible Disease)

  • When you’re forced into the hospital for catching the disease, Ouma’s already in your hospital room before you are.
  • He bombards you with questions about your condition, sneaking a few unrelated questions in there, until you’re tired enough you stop responding.
  • “Ugh, with that personality, you’ve gotta be the Ultimate Emo Teenager.”
  • “I see, Ouma-kun! I didn’t even know that about myself!”
  • He blinks, but then explodes in laughter after he realizes what your disease is.
  • Even though the disease is clouding your mind, you’re already filled with such utter despair when you realize what’s going to happen next.
  • After an hour passes, you’re 1000% confident that you were born on Mars and came to this planet to serve Ouma Kokichi by making him breakfast every morning and also giving Momota a wedgie whenever he walked by, and also, whenever Ouma snaps his fingers you drop down onto the floor and do the worm because you were descended from them.
  • Even after the despair disease passes, some of what Ouma made you believe still exists in remnants. You shiver every time Ouma’s fingers look like they’re about to snap.

MOMOTA KAITO (Supervillain Disease)

  • He’s very confused when he barges into your room, intending to ask where his jacket is, and he finds it immediately.
  • Because you’re using it as a flag for your evil fort that you made.
  • “Nishishishi! I’m the evil supervillain, Poison Ghost!”
  • At first, he starts screaming for Ouma to show himself. But when you poke your head out, face all flushed from the despair disease, he… sort of understands.
  • You think he does, at least. Because he starts screaming that a ghost possessed you and made you a supervillain.
  • You wave a stick at him and tell him to begone, lest you destroy him using your dastardly supervillain powers!
  • He meekly nods and tip-toes over to the flag, but your stick hits him in time.
  • “Fool…! That’s the flag for the Ghost Gorge, my evil fort! Don’t take it!”
  • He splutters something about how unfair you’re being, and you want to agree and get out of this fort. Unfortunately, the despair disease is the boss of you right now.
  • …disease-you and normal-you seem to come to some sort of agreement, and say that Momota can have his jacket back if he joins the ranks of the Poison Ghost’s evil army!
  • Now, Momota can deal with many things. He can deal with bullies. He can deal with punching bags. He can evil deal with you.
  • But he can’t deal with ghosts, so he shrieks out a yes and tumbles into the fort. You’re pleased.
  • He doesn’t seem to be too pleased after he notices that Saihara and Iruma are both tied up in the back of the fort, duct tape over their mouths.

HOSHI RYOMA (Oblivious Disease)

  • He figured you had the despair disease after he caught you when you accidentally walked off a roof.
  • When he was giving you a lecture on why you have to be careful because you got the Oblivious Disease, you almost got impaled on a ceremonial sword before Hoshi jerked you away.
  • He let out a discontented sigh, but resigned himself to sticking with you so you don’t “go and kill yourself out of stupidity”.
  • You don’t mind him being your personal bodyguard; he’s saved you from certain death about 30 times now
  • Even when the two of you rest in the hospital bed for the night, you can still tell he’s awake, ready to prevent you from trying to die in your sleep
  • -”Hoshi-kun… why are you so determined to protect me?”
  • He chuckles and pats your back.
  • “You’ve already saved my life by giving it meaning, kiddo. I’m just returning the favor.”


  • Shinguuji figured something was amiss when you complained the temperature was wayyy too hot.
  • He furrowed his brow and looked at the thermometer. It’s below freezing outside.
  • Despite your clear delusionalness, Shinguuji sighs and grabs a fan from the other room.
  • A paper fan.
  • Unfortunately, Shinguuji’s impressive paper fan skills do nothing to cool you down.
  • “Hey, Shinguuji-kun… could you turn on the air conditioner?”
  • His eyes practically bulge out
  • “No, no. I’m positive… you’ll cool down with this fan…”
  • You try to tell him that maybe a mechanical fan would be better, but he doesn’t care.
  • You spend the entire day dying of heat, pouring freezing water all over yourself, as Korekiyo lazily fans you and tells you stories about arctic voyages.
  • …You still wish he turned on the air conditioning, though.

GOKUHARA GONTA (Horny Disease)

  • “S/O…? Are you okay? Gonta’s worried.”
  • You nodded as you continued to sit in Gonta’s lap and play with his shirt, tugging at it.
  • Gonta giggled and took it and his vest off, but before you could pounce (as the disease wanted you to), he put them on you.
  • You looked at Gonta with a deadpan expression. He was just happy that you liked his shirt enough that the two of you could share!
  • Whatever. You just leaned into his chest, purring at the muscles. He happily laughed and patted you on the back.
  • “I think that shirt looks very good on you! It’s a little big, though…”
  • An idea comes to mind. You smirk.
  • “Hey, Gonta-kun… y’know… I think your pants would look even BETTER on me!”
  • Gonta actually flushes at that., and does his best to deter you by saying it would be very ungentlemanly for his pants to be off! He loves you, but he can’t just take it OFF!
  • You pout, and resign yourself to rubbing against Gonta’s legs and chest. He doesn’t notice.


  • Kiibo learns about your despair disease when you suddenly start shrieking from the other room about the gloriousness of despair.
  • He runs into the room to find the room half destroyed, the window smashed, and his S/O laughing hysterically on the unmade bed.
  • Kiibo screams in horror and jumps on you, using his “strong-old-man” strength to pin you onto the bed. You’re still raving mad.
  • “S/O, this is clearly not you…! Please, snap out of it!”
  • The despair disease forces you to scream out a negative and begin ranting about how you’re going to kill everyone.
  • Kiibo tries to stop you, but the despair disease pushes your strength beyond a strong old man and you begin to make a dash towards the door, knife in hand.
  • “W-W-W-WAIT…!! Instead of killing anyone, um, how about you just… talk bad about me for a few hours…?”
  • You pause and look back at him. He’s trembling. You smile.
  • Akamatsu finds you two five hours later, you slinging pretty awful insults at him about being a robot the entire time
  • (You can’t apologize to Kiibo enough after. He’s just happy that you didn’t go out and murder anyone.)
Goodbye [Ray/Reader]

A Ray/Gender-Neutral MC Fic

Total word count: 5597

Summary: You are struggling with coming to terms over Ray’s fate in Another Story.. Unexpectedly, you are visited by him one last time.

“I needed to see you again, even if this will be the last time.”

It was so warm.

It felt as though the sun was pressing its rays ever so gently against your skin. Although the warmth was inviting you to partake in the new day, you couldn’t help but sigh in content while snuggling deeper into the comforter. You wondered if you had drawn back the blinds the previous night. Strangely enough, you couldn’t seem to remember if you had. However, even having been awakened by that loving caress of daybreak, you didn’t dare to open your eyes. It felt too pleasant being tucked into your bedding where you felt the most comfortable. At least there, you could pretend that everything was alright.

But the longer you remained there, the more the tragic memories that took place not that long ago seemed to flood your mind like a horrible disease. It spread violently beginning from the tips of your fingers and toes and steadily started to creep ever so slowly toward your heart. It was painful. Each passing second only allowed those dark emotions to grow stronger as they greedily fed off of your crippled mental state. You felt yourself being forced to remember that which you tried to forget.

The emotions you had felt as the news reached your ears crippled your body causing your form to come crashing down to the earth as a mournful wail echoed through the night. His last text messages you had pored over again and again on your tear-stained phone trying to find the reason why he chose that path. His every word that had been gently formed as though he were afraid you would shatter instead of himself as he finally conveyed his true feelings of love through your shared final phone call to one another. The many unfulfilled promises of dates, hugs, and of kisses that would never be…


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The Doc with the Butterfly Tattoo

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count:  1949

Warning: One swear, nsfw mention but not explicit, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: I’m very annoyed that this header pic is pixel-y bc i spent a good 2 hours editing it but of course tumblr’s size guide messed it up *sigh

“Nurse Y/L/N,” Bones said, popping into the exam room where you were triaging your newest patient. “Will you see me in my office when we’re done here?” Bones put a hand on the small of your back as he took the PADD from you, and you knew immediately what he wanted.

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But some of you want me to feel sympathy for this woman, to pity her? Look what she’s doing, read the words she’s saying to a teenager who experienced severe abused from his mother. 

 “You can no longer trust Saeyoung. If you do, you will be faced with an unrecoverable disease in your mind. Then no one will be able to save you…” I MEAN WTF?

“You dont want to live with people like that woman again, do you? This is all so that you can live.”  Excuse me while im going bald. You know what his mother did to him, right? His mother tied him up, choke him, starved him, yell at him. After Saeyoung left his mother didnt give him water for TWO DAYS. He was so dehydrated he couldnt shade tears and he thought he was going to die. Now, R*ka has the guts to tell him this, really now? Is she really comparing Saeyoung and V to his mom? REALLY?

This is not right and she needs to pay.

The mind is a superb instrument if used rightly. Used wrongly, however, it becomes very destructive. To put it more accurately, it is not so much that you use your mind wrongly — you usually don’t use it at all. It uses you. This is the disease. You believe that you are your mind. This is the delusion. The instrument has taken you over.
—  Eckhart Tolle
Changes  Epilogue - Scott McCall x Reader

Originally posted by tweenw

Paring: Scott x Reader

Prompt: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur 

Warning: Labor and stuff… 

And a BIG thank you to my Beta who did this even though she wasn’t feel well! @lets-imagine-fanfics

Last Chapter! I hope youuuu enjoy!!

Pictures for this ending!


It’s been months since you and Scott had complete the bond. Working out how it worked had been a task but you’d finally managed, with the help of Deaton to find out all the perks and downsides. You were currently sat in the school cafeteria with the pack.

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anonymous asked:

Scenario for Vampire!GOM, Nijimura, Himuro, and Hanamiya and how they would ask their s/o to be with them for an eternity by becoming a vampire too?

Kuroko: Hands over yours, you could practically feel them shake. Kuroko was nervous asking, despite knowing you loved him just as much as he loved you. There was always that doubt, but he tried not to show it by hiding the tremble in his voice. “You’d want to stay with me forever, too, right?”

Kise: His arms around your waste as the two of you danced along rhythmically to the music he had playing in his house, Kise smiled as he listened to you laugh. It was a sound he never wanted to lose. “Wouldn’t it be amazing if we could do this together, forever?”

Aomine: “Don’t you think it was about time,” he asks, fangs grazing ever so gently against the skin of your throat. He’s giving you time to back away, time to refuse his offer, but deep down the both of you know Aomine would be deeply hurt if you did.

Midorima: He couldn’t stop thinking about the potential of losing you to disease or accident; your mortality was constantly on his mind. There was one way he’d be able to make sure you stayed well and happy though. “I’d make sure to protect you for as long as the both of us live.”

Murasakibara: The conversation of your mortality had come up very few times around Murasakibara; he never wanted to hear about the potential of you dying before him. He must’ve assumed you’d already considered changing for him, but if he had to say so. “I don’t want you to leave my side.”

Himuro: “Is this something you would desire?” His breath was hot against your neck and you could practically hear the smile in his voice; you knew his fangs would be peeking out. Himuro was waiting for the okay though; he needed to know you wanted him forever too.

Akashi: “You’ve thought about it before, haven’t you?” Akashi couldn’t deny that the moment he realized he was in love with you, the thought of turning you crossed his mind. He wanted you by his side for an eternity and could only hope you wished for the same.

Nijimura: For some reason, the thought of you leaving had been crossing his mind more than usual. Though Nijimura wouldn’t tell you exactly what was wrong, you could feel it in the way he kissed you bruisingly. You could hear it when he asked, “You’d change for me, wouldn’t you?”

Hanamiya: “You’re not supposed to be the one to leave me,” he murmured against your skin and you could feel the prick of Hanamiya’s fangs against your throat. It wasn’t the conventional way of asking a lover to turn, but he would somehow make it work.


“You gave it to him,” Yuugi replied quickly, hoping the doctor won’t notice the soft red glow on the jar. He would have to teach Yami not to grab everything he’s interested in, or at least teach him to grab in a non-magical way. “You went in autopilot, probably have done this a lot of times, conditioned reflexes, you know?”

The doctor looked doubtful. “But I could have sworn-”

“Must have slipped your mind, so when should he get his next shot?” Yuugi asked, picking up the baby who was happily sucking on a strawberry lollipop.

Bb Yami has never gotten sick, but Yuugi and Sugoroku bring him to check-ups just to be sure.

Did You Hear the Rain? - George Ezra
  • “Did you hear the thunder? Or the rain?”
  • “’Means I’m coming home again”
  • “Did you steal my name?”
  • “You’re the master of none”
  • “Oh, the race has begun”
  • “I was born a champion”
  • “You can try and run and hide”
  • “Oh, Lucifer’s inside”
  • “Did [your siblings] tell you I was wasting up your time?”
  • “Now you’re wasting mine”
  • “I guess you think that’s fine”
  • “Did I send a shiver down your spine?”
  • “Well, I do it all the time - it’s a little trick of mine”
  • “Did I make you shake your knees?”
  • “Lord, I’m spreading like disease”
  • “I’m all up in your mind”

Word count - 1089
Requested by: @harmonyjasper

Note: In this oneshot the reader has cerebral palsy and I have very little experience in this area so if I have offended anyone I’m so sorry and I’d love you to let me know so I can edit this oneshot or apply any feedback if I write another oneshot like this one in the future. Thanks for the request, i hope you enjoy reading it!

“Where is she!” Elijah’s voice boomed around the Mikaelson home, alerting the attention of all who lived there. Elijah stormed into the sitting room to be greeted with the sight of Rebekah and Klaus.
“And who might ‘she’ be” Klaus teased knowing exactly who was at the centre of his anguish.
“Do not pretend you do not know exactly who I am looking for and know precisely where she is brother! I will not ask you again. Where is Y/N.”
“Honestly Elijah I’m feeling rather antagonised by these preposterous accusations, I do not have your precious Y/N. Though I did see her leave her a few hours ago.” Klaus snapped, his frustration clear in his voice.  

Elijah sped to Klaus his hand gripping tightly against Klaus’ throat lifting him off the ground.
“What! You let her leave. You let Y/N leave here alone and it did not cross your blatantly diseased mind to tell me!”
At this moment Rebekah intervened.
“Elijah! Listen to Klaus Y/N’s probably fine, I know that you’re worried but you’ve seen her improvements, she’s getting stronger and  I am positive she will be okay,we can have Freya cast a locator spell seeing as you’re so worried.”
You had been attacked, kidnapped in the streets of New Orleans, you didn’t know by whom but whoever it was they were taking no chances, they knocked you out before they took you. As you awoke you saw nothing but darkness, with the exception of a lone lightbulb, dimly lit on the ceiling. As you tried to move your arms you found yourself unable. To begin with you thought they had once again stiffened however this was not the case, you were tied by your hands and feet to the chair you were sitting on. You sat alone in the darkness, fear coursing through your veins, contemplating who had taken you and what they were going to do to you.

You were beginning to feel drowsy and your muscles were tense and you were beginning to feel a dull ache in your legs, you had lost all sense of how long you had been sat alone in the dark, damp room. That was when you saw your capture. It was Davina, someone you had trusted since you moved to the city, someone you considered a friend.

“Davina.” You spat, venom in your voice. She had betrayed you and you were seething with anger that the person behind your current predicament was the one person, outside of the Mikaelson family you were closest to.

“Good, you’re finally awake, we can begin.” She sounded calm. Unphased by the torment she was putting you through.
“Davina, whatever this is you have to let me go! Elijah will come for me and I can’t say he will be particularly forgiving if anything happens to me.” You tried to sound level headed and focused but the aching in your legs was growing and your head was in almost unbearable pain making it difficult to maintain any kind of composure.
“You see heres the thing Y/N, because of your dear, loving boyfriend, Elijah my one chance to save Kol his own brother was stolen from me. Since he took something from me, I find it only appropriate I take something from him. You seem to be the one thing he cares for the most in this world. You should do nicely.”
At that moment Davina raised her hand and began chanting, you were in insufferable pain, the ropes that bound you burned your skin as they tightened around your wrists. The pain you were already experiencing worsened, you felt your nose and eyes begin to bleed. You knew what was happening to you, you had seen it before. You were going to die.

Just as the light was beginning to fade from your eyes you saw a figure appear behind Davina, the figure bit Davina and drank from her, leaving her incapacitated. This was the last thing you remembered before you passed out from the pain.


You woke once more to the sight of Elijah stroking your hair, you were laying in bed in the room you shared with him. 

“You saved me, didn’t you?” Your question was more of a statement, seeing as you had already connected the dots, Elijah had to have been the one to save you.
“Well I couldn’t leave you alone out there with her now could I?” Elijah answered you a soft smile on his face as he kissed you forehead.
You smiled back up at him, though the smile was insincere, which Elijah detected at once.

“Whats wrong, Y?N?” Elijah frowned as he asked you concern in his eyes.
“You don’t have to keep doing this. I know it must be difficult” You replied, sadness carried in your voice.
“Do what?” Elijah replied innocently.
“This, being with me. I know it must be difficult, because lets face it, i’m not the most beautiful person in the world you could be with, and I hear what people say sometimes when we’re together, and lets be honest sometimes its a pain in the arse having to care for me when I’m in pain or I ache or my muscles stiffen. I guess I just don’t get why you’re with me. Not like this.”

Your words brought a tear to Elijah’s eye. Though you didn’t want to look him in the eye. You were scared of how he was going to reply.
“You really don’t see it do you Y/N. You don’t see how beautiful you are. Y/N you are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the good fortune of laying eyes upon. You are gentle and kind and supportive of my family and I even in the face of everything we put you through. I don’t think I have ever felt this strongly about anyone, even in 1000 years of living. I love you Y/N irrespective of anything else, I love you for you, all of you and there is not a single part of you I wish to change and not a single thing that you could change that would make me love you any more. Y/N please, understand, I will not leave you. i will never leave you because I don’t think I’d survive without you.

With these words you kissed Elijah passionately before he spoke once more.

"And as for these people who talk about us being together, i’m sure they can be dealt with.”

How the Mind Can Heal Your Body

Harness your mind’s ability to heal your own self. Mind can cure the physical diseases of the body by harboring harmonious and healthy divine thoughts, because all physical diseases have their origin in mental ill-health.

Lack of cheerfulness contributes to physical ill-health. If one is always cheerful and entertains good divine thoughts, one will not suffer from any disease and will have perfect health at all times.

At every moment the body is changing as it reshuffles and exchanges its atoms and molecules with the rest of the universe.

The fifty trillion cells in your body are in constant interaction with each other as they keep your heart beating, digest your food, eliminate toxins, guard you from infection and disease, and handle the countless other functions that keep you alive.

While these processes may seem out of your conscious control, countless research indicates that nothing holds more power over the body than the mind.

To think is to practice brain chemistry. Every thought, feeling, and emotion creates a molecule known as a neuropeptide.

Neuropeptides travel throughout your body and act as receptor sites of cells and neurons. Your brain processes the information, transforms it into chemicals, and informs whole body know if there’s trouble in the world or cause for celebration. Your body is directly influenced as these molecules course through the bloodstream, delivering the energetic effect of whatever your brain is thinking and feeling.

You can activate high levels of interleukin and interferon, which are powerful anticancer drugs by fostering healthy and cheerful thoughts.

It is in your power to continue well and young as long as you like.

By K. Nagori

As the flowers bloom. [A]

Originally posted by daenso

I tried to write angst and this is what happened. Angst is definitely not my thing hahaha.

Fandom: EXO

Genre: Hanahaki Disease!AU

Type: Angst

Member: Zhang Yixing (Lay)

Word count: 1,278

The look on Minseok’s face is sad.


He’s not sad. He pities you. And you hate it.

“When are you having the surgery?”

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loveaominedaiki  asked:

Omg yess I've been waiting fr this moment! Could I havea scenario of Hara and Hanamiya taking care of their s/o when they're really really sick and weak and s/o can't even walk. Thank you!

basically, both these bois suck but ms. hanamiya is an angel 

Hara Kazuya

“You’re no fun when you’re like this,” he whines, leaning you against his shoulder (and hoping whatever you have isn’t contagious). When you first called him saying you couldn’t come into school today, he had decided spending time with you sounding more interesting than lessons so he’d promptly bunked and gotten Yamazaki to cover for him. His plan had been to ‘cure with endorphins’ - aka playing some bad movies and having banter via criticism - but he’d soon found out, with you in the state you were in, pretty much nothing could be accomplished.

First, Hara went for his original film approach which had appeared to be working till you starting having bursts of sleep not sleep and a migraine. He had had no idea otherwise on how to get someone to feel better, did one just feed them cream of wheat and hope that they were strong enough to have some spoonfuls? (Not that he knew how to make it.) In the end, he settled for letting you sleep on his shoulder and trying to move your head to a pillow to fetch you a hot water bottle and some blankets.

Hanamiya Makoto

He’d been kidding himself that he’d go alone when he had told his mother that you were ill so he was going over to your house to keep an eye on you, whilst your parents were away. Instead, he had been given a basket full of ‘things that will make [Y/N] feel better send them my best wishes and if you need anything or they start feeling worse call me and I’m come there asap’.

In all fairness, he was sure your parents would have appreciated his mother looking after you more (she had some black magic healing touch that made anyone feel better) but surely this was a learning experience of how to look after you when you were ill (obviously very important for when the two of you went to uni together if he hadn’t been spurred by something to break up with you beforehand). And, anyway, he couldn’t miss this opportunity to hear your disease riddled mind spill your opinions on members of your class. After all, if your normal mind wasn’t working - the subconscious was bound to come and say hello.

razzmatazz1  asked:

Hey there! I don't mind if this get's answered publicly or privately, though I'm a bit nervous to ask it. I've been writing a novel about something similar to a zombie apocalypse. The 'zombies' are created from a disease affecting the brain and nulling the pain and rational thought centers. I was wondering how they would kill. Is it wise of me to allow them the use of weapons, or would they simply rip their opponent apart? is there something else? Am I lacking in any areas with the disease? Thx!


No lie, I think about this all the time. 

I’m going to answer this publicly because I feel like this is something that can help a ton of other writers. This might seem long winded, but I promise that I am going somewhere with this. 

When writing about mind control and similar epidemics, it is important to create guidelines and boundaries that you can follow throughout the plot: causes, effects, cures, symptoms, infectability, and susceptibility. Setting these before you begin writing will save you a lot of headache and plot holes later on. Creating diseases as devastating as this is classified under world building, so keep the effects of this when you are fleshing out the rest of your world. You brought up the topic that would be categorized under the actions of the disease. Whether the infected tear apart their victims or use weapons depends a lot on whether the infected are aware of their actions, or if the disease allows them to access parts of their brains that control awareness. The use of weapons requires a lot of steps that lead up to the actual use. How to hold the weapon correctly (at least generally), how to aim, if reloading is necessary, the list goes on. Guns will objectively be more devastating than a baseball bat, but if the person isn’t able to figure out how to use a gun, they will find another way to do harm. If you decide to make the disease affect the motor cortex, which might happen if your disease attacks an entire lobe and the surrounding matter, how far can the other areas of the brain compensate for the lost function (more on that below)?

If you are leaning more towards the traditional physical assault, with or without the craving for brains, it is important to think about how much damage the infected person can actually cause. Human beings are pretty resilient; we are designed not to break without a significant mechanism of injury. Think through whether you want the disease to somehow cause superhuman strength, whether that be increased adrenalin or somehow increasing muscle mass and performance. There is some anecdotal evidence that people have gained super strength in life threatening positions, as in a mother being able to lift a car to retrieve her children, although this has not been widely studied. It is theorized that because the adrenaline that is released during times of stress reduces the feelings of pain and increases the blow flow to the muscles, the inability to feel pain and increased oxygen to the muscles allows for improved performance. This may or may not be enough to rip a human apart, but that all depends on your creative license. 

Now, you say that the disease only affects the rational thought and conscious pain centers, which are mostly contained in the frontal and parietal lobes, respectively. Conscious pain is being aware of being in pain. It is generally unlocalized, and generally comes later than the unconscious response. Unconscious pain is the reflexive action that a human takes when presented with pain stimulus through the skin and/or muscle. It is the jerking away that happens when you accidentally prick your finger. If you are going for damage to areas instead of specific functions, look at some brain maps and figure out what other functions will be inhibited from the disease. If the disease attacks specific lobes, is there any risk of it spreading to the surrounding gray matter? Having dulled pain reflexes would mean damage to the nerves in the skin and muscle as well. Depending on how far into this you want to go, you could come up with a reason that it only affects the wanted lobes (a tumor-like mass might do the trick). 

Something that I often think of while trying to fall asleep is how does a person kill a zombie? Since they are technically dead, would it not be possible for them to be practically dismembered by still be able to spread and attack? How much does the brain actually control in that case? Would incinerating them with a flame thrower do the trick? A lot of this has to do with your world and how you structured your lore. The way you described your infected zombies does not sound like the stereotypical undead, but rather something closer to an ant being infected with an ophiocordycep. The question of how they are defeated still stands, however. It seems to me that any fatal amount of damage to the human host would be enough, but since these zombies do not feel pain, how much force does it take? Probably enough to cause some sort of shock, but that is something to keep in mind when creating your disease guidelines. 

Let me know if you have any follow-up questions.

xx Sarah

Love story

 Summary: In which Bucky tells your son the story of your relationship

Word Count: 7,035

Warnings: none

A/N: I’ve been working on this for nearly a week so I hope you like it! also this is the longest fic i’ve ever wrote!

Bucky sat on the couch flicking through a newspaper as your son stared long and hard at the pictures of the two of you. He was fascinated by the two of you, he always looked at the photographs of the two of you and wondered how you ended where you were.

“Daddy tell me about you and mummy.” Your son asked making Bucky’s attention snap away from the newspaper, He saw your son yet again staring intently at the pictures of the two of you hanging on the wall.

“What about me and mummy would you like to know about?” Bucky said as your son’s bare feet padded across the wooden floor of the living room all the way over to Bucky who was sat on the couch. Your son placed himself right next to his look-alike father.

“Everything.” Your son said with sheer excitement making Bucky laugh scratching his neck not knowing where to start because your relationship has so much content and detail. But then he thought back to when he first met and decided he would go from there.

“How about we start when I first saw your mummy?” Bucky suggested earning an enthusiastic nod of the head from your son who was smiling widely.

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