june july 2012

Roleplay preferences sheet

PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!  Feel free to add to any of your answers! The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write!  For the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!

– B A S I C S –

NAME: Ingrid 
ARE YOU OVER 18?  YES / No
IS YOUR MUSE?  YES / No
WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED? June/July 2012 

– W R I T I N G –

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG?
No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people) / Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people)

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH TO YOU ADHERE TO CANON?
Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / NA

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE?
ONE LINERS / SINGLE-PARA / MULTI-PARA / NOVELLA

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS?
No / GIFS / ICONS

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS?
No / Yes / Sometimes

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE?
UNPLOTTED / OPEN-ENDED PLOTS (set up a meeting and see what happens) / SEMI-PLOTTED (one or two steps ahead) / FULLY PLOTTED EPICS  (plotted beginning, middle, and end)

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS?
VERY SLOW (MORE THAN A MONTH) / SLOW (3-4 WEEKS) / AVERAGE (1-2 WEEKS)/FAST (LESS THAN ONE WEEK) /VERY FAST (LESS THAN THREE DAYS)

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? (feel free to add!)
sci-fi / adventure / fantasy / angst / hurt-comfort / domestic / family / smut / tragedy / conversational / 

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED?
No / Yes / There are things I won’t write

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO?
ROMANTIC / PLATONIC / FAMILIAL (CANON) / FAMILIAL (OCS)

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO?
ROMANTIC / PLATONIC / FAMILIAL (CANON) / FAMILIAL (OCS)

DO YOU HAVE OTPS?
No / chemistry only / yes 

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS?
No / Yes

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION?
Heterosexual / Heteroflexible / Bisexual / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Pansexual/Demisexual / Sapiosexual / Asexual

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION?
Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic/ Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT?
No / Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY?
AUTOSHIP / DURING PLOTTING / AFTER A COUPLE IC INTERACTIONS / SEVERAL IC INTERACTIONS IN / SLOW BURN

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS?
No / Yes

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, etc.)
No / Selectively / Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN?
No / Yes

– T A G G I N G! –

@trickstercaptain , @thecodekeeper, @okaycallmefred, @twiicetheheart , @casefullofmonsters , @doesntlikethingsloose , @caducxus , @firesingedsoul , @dxdger

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Blue Crush: Surfboards in High Fashion Editorials

1. Anna Ewers by Glen Luchford for Self Service Spring/Summer 2014

2. Abbey Lee Kershaw by Max Doyle for Vogue Australia March 2010

3. Magdalena Frackowiak by Claudia Knoepfel for Vogue Paris June/July 2012

4. Gemma Ward by Corinne Day for Vogue UK July 2006

5. Blake Lively by Mario Testino for Vogue June 2010

6. Cara Delevingne by J.R. Duran for Vogue Brazil November 2012

7. Daria Werbowy by Patrick Demarchelier for Vogue Spain July 2013

8. Catherine McNeil by Benny Horne for Vogue Australia November 2012

9. Erin Wasson by Petrovsky & Ramone for Vogue Netherlands June 2013

Hiding Place by alivingfire

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.

From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance. 

Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

harry/louis | 250k | 17 chapters

part one:
chapter one: 9 july 2010 - 27 july 2010
chapter two: 16 august 2010 - 29 august 2010
chapter three: 30 september 2010 - 10 october 2010
chapter four: 11 october 2010 - 28 october 2010
chapter five: 28 october 2010 - 9 november 2010
chapter six: 11 november 2010 - 3 december 2010 
chapter seven: 4 december 2010 - 12 december 2010

part two:
chapter eight: 13 december 2010 - 21 december 2010 
chapter nine: 24 december 2010 - 10 april 2011
chapter ten: 10 april 2011 - 2 july 2011
chapter eleven: 23 july 2011 - 3 october 2011
chapter twelve: 12 october 2011 - 22 november 2011
chapter thirteen: 25 november 2011 - 14 february 2012 
chapter fourteen: 14 february 2012 - 6 june 2012
chapter fifteen: 1 july 2012 - 3 december 2012
chapter sixteen: 3 december 2012 - 10 december 2012 
epilogue: winter 2012 - spring 2018 

Brandy's Story

Alright, so I’m brandy, my birthday is 09-07-1993, I was born and raised in Alaska. During the entire year of 2012, I was homeless in down town Anchorage along with many other young people, and I was chemically dependent on synthetic cannabinoids (potpourri, pep spice, etc.). I had not even the faintest idea of anything related to the concept of ascension or astral projection (I call them concepts because the experience is different with everyone), although, I had gone through what feels like thousands of experiences and experimentations with sleep paralysis since I was 14 out of pure fascination with it. So, somewhere around June or July of 2012, I had an overwhelmingly negative overdose on synthetic cannabinoids, which put me in an extremely terrifying and heavily dissociated trip which ultimately resulted in a massive seizure. I still wonder if I was on the brink of death from that seizure; it certainly felt like a physical brush with death every time I remember being inside the trip. Anyhow, something in my brain was different after that, because after it was finally over, after I was slowly folded back into reality and I regained full awareness, throughout the months after that experience, my entire perspective on life changed. I used synthetic cannabinoids about 6 times after that experience before deciding to quit it entirely, I haven’t used it since I quit. So for a little bit of my background; I was brought up in the Christian religion, and all of my life, I sensed the hate in some of the Christians around me. It made me uncomfortable, but I still always wanted to focus on the love, because to me that’s what Jesus taught and that’s what he was all about. So growing up, my faith in my religion was powerful, and it never wavered throughout the years, because the love rang true to me. Around October of 2012, I watched a documentary on the comedian Bill Hicks, and I was introduced to the band Tool (still my all time favorite band) and after that, something really terrifying was sparked inside my heart and my mind. I started to painfully and relentlessly question my religion, all of my beliefs, and every socially constructed concept there was out there. I was shaking the frame of the house that my consciousness was nestled in. I couldn’t help it, or stop it. I let go of the way that I saw my religion, my god; I was free falling. Then, through all of the black and darkness, came the dreams. They started in around mid November. The first of them were physically painful. I had about three of them the first week, each of them I was almost completely numb and nearly paralyzed. I would strain to move, and strain to yell for help, I strained as hard as I could to do these things and the more I strained, the more my entire body was in a numbing physical pain. It terrified me, I believed that I was sick and that death was moments away in each dream. I would manage to crawl inches or feet before waking up in complete relief that it was in fact just a dream and that I was still alive and healthy. Then came the floating dreams. If I recall correctly, in these dreams, I would die, but instead of ceasing to exist or waking up, I would be shot into space and I would remain floating there, still within my awareness. I had these two types of dreams throughout the second week, back and forth. Then, one night, at the end of November, I fell asleep; but while I was falling asleep, I remained entirely aware of my surroundings, as if falling asleep with my eyes open. I started to dream, and I felt the paralyzing pain inside of my body again, and my initial reaction was fear. I wanted to go and find help, so I shimmied my body slowly to the left, each of my individual muscles being crippled by a crushing force that was working against my efforts to move. I fell out of bed and began an attempt to crawl. I made it about four feet away from my bed after stopping, exhausted from my efforts. I recall nearly crying, thinking why is this happening to me? What do I do? Why can’t I fight it? Then after sobbing over this, I gave into the force. I closed my eyes, let the tension in my body release. As I felt defeated by the force, it was like giving into death itself. However, instead of being crushed by the force after giving into it, to my pleasant surprise, the force was alleviated. My relaxed body drifted up into the air, gravity was gone, and my body relaxed into the form of a fetus. My legs even instinctively twitched on their own, just like a fetus’ legs would. After that dream, the painful dreams ended entirely, and around that same time, I was introduced to the concept of ascension and the power of lucid dreaming and astral projection. I bought books and sifted through website after website, gathering info on astral projection, lucid dreaming and ascension, 50% out of curiosity, and 50% out of doubt that my experiences were true and fear that I was just crazy, not actually changing inside. Anyways, after the painful dreams ended, my dreams evolved into what I believe was astral projection. Throughout 2013, every once in a while (about once a month) I was able to manipulate myself into the lucid state, directly after falling asleep. I would put myself into the deepest relaxation I could, and I would feel myself falling asleep. Then I would stretch myself upward and out of my body, starting at my fingertips. Once I would fully leave my body, I would float around my house, everything in the house would be exactly how it was in the waking state, and I would be in the exact place that I had fallen asleep in. These dreams were super vivid, unlike regular dreams, everything felt genuine and solid, everything looked and sounded crystal clear. Every thought I had was entirely under my control, and I could think clearly and recall any memory I had as if I were actually awake. I’ve done this in 3 different houses (I moved around a lot in 2013). Anyhow I tried my best to manipulate myself as much as I could while floating around in these lucid dreams, I could feel and direct my body to float in any direction I wanted, and I could float through the walls from room to room, but I could never leave any of the outer walls of the house to the outside world. This frustrated me, because any time I wanted to float up (along the cord into outer space) I could never get outside of my ceiling. After months of trying and trying, my entire ability to manipulate myself into the floating state slowly diminished. Towards the middle of summer of 2013, I was reduced to only being able to float around the bottom of the room I was in, feeling like something heavy inside of me was weighing me down. I would bump into my surroundings, not having full control of my own momentum and weight. Then, the last dream happened. It was around July, 2013. I had floated up and out of my body, in a desperate attempt to exercise my projection ability. As soon as I left my body entirely, my entire awareness whited out, and my awareness was stuck inside some strange sort of inexistence. I couldn’t feel any of my body as if it went entirely numb. All I experienced was whiteness. I forced myself awake from it, and after that, I was so afraid and disappointed. I decided to give up on projecting entirely. By that point in my life, I was completely disconnected from the social world. Throughout 2013, I did a ton of research on ascension and the beliefs of the ascended. I favored the teachings of Buddhism, some Christian teachings, and a few scientists and psychologists that I had believed attained a personal level of enlightenment. I had a very personal understanding of everything that I read, and I would take it all to heart and hold onto my own new found beliefs. I placed a ton of judgement on anything superficial, and I looked down upon anything that I had believed come from the defensive human ego. Ego was natural, yes, ego was very difficult to go beyond, yes. But ego was afraid and reluctant to face reality, and I hated it. I didn’t like anyone who was into new age religion because I believed that they were just in it for the hippy crystal aesthetics and to be “ahead of the religious crowd”, all parts of fulfilling the desire of ego. I didn’t believe that people were in it for the deep inner changes in perspective that laid within the fundamental messages. To me, they were selfish for claiming these beliefs as their own without going through the fear and the pain of changing to truly understand these beliefs. I looked down upon anyone who preached new age gospel if I thought they didn’t truly understand it or personally experience it. I joined a school that taught chi gong, and I took the concept of opening chakras very seriously. All of that of course, the validation that my chakras were actually opening, or the validation that I was going through a “kundalini awakening”, whatEVER it was that I thought I was looking for, eluded me. The dreams left, I quit school. By fall of 2013, I went into what I called a “lapsing” state. I was tired of forcing my “awakening”. I became more interested in the social world, I was lonely inside my head all the time, and curious about the solid world and my part in it. All of the things I had shunned for being superficial and mundane, I was now making an effort to take part in. What did I like? What was my favorite movie, my favorite tv show, my favorite book? I had no idea, I was against all of it for so long. I got an iPhone, I started focusing on my clothing choice and my appearance, my makeup. I was opening up to my own personal part in the external world. I made friends, and I listened to their perspectives. A lot of them had some pretty solid beliefs that I could actually agree with, and some of them were fond of new age beliefs. My friends had dreads, and hooped and did poi, all things that I would have ridiculed months back for being superficial and fake. But then I started to understand what it was truly like, actually taking part in your physical existence instead of your internal existence, I figured out what it feels like to flow with your environment, and I appreciated it so much more then I thought I would. I felt like a little child, in a way, compared to my friends who all had opinions and expensive hobbies, because none of my opinions were solid out of the fear that my understanding of things didn’t quite yet encompass the absolute truth, and I had no active hobbies, let alone the fact that I didn’t have the money to take part in a hobby. Now days, I’m choosing to not only grow internally, but also grow within my physical environment, and I’m choosing not ridicule people for being unable to go entirely beyond ego, for using modern technology, for having worldly hobbies and opinions. I’m choosing not to ridicule people for having a desire for money and all the things you can do with it. They are living within their own humanity, it’s natural, it’s what were supposed to do. And to top off this life experience I had gone through, at the very end of 2013, on December 30th to be exact, I had conceived my very first child. I’m about 20 weeks pregnant, and I feel as if the initial dream I had back in November of 2012 where my body took form of a fetus, all ties into my current pregnancy. I’m just beginning my journey. I have an entirely different awareness then I did in the beginning of 2012. Life has so far proven to me to be something very different then what it initially appears to be. So, thank you for letting me share my story, I know it wasn’t all related to strictly astral projection, but I felt like all of the story was needed to explain my astral projection experiences and how going through the fear and the pain of all of it altered my entire life for the better. I’m glad to finally write it down and reflect happily on how far I’ve come. I’ve been depressed over the fact that I haven’t been very successful with school, jobs, saving money, or becoming a proper functional member of society, I’m going to be 21 this September, and I feel like I have nothing to show for it. This period of reflection is reminding me that I’m wrong. Thank you for posting the invitation to share with you my astral projection experiences.

(I loveeee your story; thanks for sharing!)