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Things That Could Happen at the BBMAs

- They rock new hair colors
- They all wear tight shorts
- Tony shows up to give their introduction speech
- Rapmon breaks the award
- V instinctively dabs during Drake’s performance, all cameras are set to him during the entire evening
- Jungkook chokes on his drink as Justin Bieber enters the stage, goes viral instantly, gets meet & greet later
- Hobi snatches a selca with Bruno Mars, both improvise a dance
- Some reporter misunderstands “naega”
- Jin’s flying kiss becomes Twitter famous, BTS is never the same again
- Jimin gives an interview in English and introduces himself as Christian Chimchim
- V and Hobi get acting offers by a Hollywood producer after being reaction kings
- Yoongi is forced to twerk during Nicki Minaj’s performance by the hyungs
- Bangtan’s stylist makes Jungkook go sleeveless, photos break the Internet
- Someone has an AHL flashback
- One interviewer doesn’t know Annyeonghaseyo :/
- MPD is with them
- ARMYs show up at the red carpet with a “Fire” flash mob, led by Charlie Puth
- V makes friends with Miley Cyrus and Cher
- BTS_twt follows 30 new people the day after
- they make a surprise performance with BST after last-minute rehearsals and Jimin dances the entire thing blindfolded

anonymous asked:

a weird thing on my college campus... there was this guy who we called the techno bus driver. he drove one of the campus buses, on the usual scheduled route, but inside were flashing LED lights. he was always dressed in a weird outfit and his bus was always playing techno music. although many people are seen on this bus, i never knew anyone who rode it. he disappeared my sophomore year, apparently dismissed from his job. however, reading about EU made me wonder if he was Gentry...

Yes. Yes absolutely without question he was.

anonymous asked:

"leave the first sentence of a fic" The first thing Marinette felt was, not pain, but anger, which was absurd considering she'd just been shot.

The first thing Marinette felt was, not pain, but anger, which was absurd considering she’d just been shot.

Shot by a camera, that is.

She hadn’t expected to have so many photos taken of her and Chat Noir that day; especially not pictures of the both of them caught with their lips brushing ever so slightly on a rooftop where they’d thought they could have a moment of privacy.

“Hey!” Ladybug gasped, leaping away from Chat Noir as a small group of reporters burst through the door that led to the roof. Flashes of white light momentarily blinded her, and the sounds of a plethora of pictures being snapped only made the anger bubble hot within her stomach—along with a burning embarrassment that turned her cheeks as red as her suit. “You can’t just interrupt a private moment like that!”

Behind her Chat Noir groaned, his voice nothing more than a disappointed mumble. “You guys interrupted my first kiss.”


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Surprise Gift // Logan Paul

Summary: The main reason of how you meet your fiancé Logan Paul was directly caused by the Why Don’t We boys and so for your first dance as a married couple he surprises you. The boys perform the song that brought you together and he explains how it happened.

Characters: Reader x Logan Paul, Jake Paul, Pam Paul, Greg Paul, Ayla Woodruff, Mark Dohner, and the Why Don’t We boys.

Words: 1920

Disclaimer: I do not own and images, gifs, songs, videos or the characters protrayed in this. Nor have I ever with previous fics.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff and Jake Paul (yes that’s a warning cuz he can be a hella rude ass)

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This could quite frankly be the worse writing I’ve done so far. I love the idea but I’m sad it’s shitty.

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If you had thought you would be marrying a well known YouTuber you would have laughed, you would have been laughing hysterically if you had been told it would be Logan Paul. He was one of the least serious guys you had ever known but at the same time he was the most serious guy. It was a strange piece of information that even after years of dating you couldn’t get used to it.

“Babe? Do you know where my charger is?” Logan yelled from the kitchen.

“You haven’t unpacked from the trip to Ohio so I would say it’s in the bag somewhere.” You called back from the open planner in front of you.

For the last five months you had been pouring yourself into planning the wedding with the help of Pam of course. This weekend however she was spending time with her other son Jake given that he hadn’t been able to make it to Ohio is the last two months.

“Oh thanks!” He called back as he came into the room, “Oh wedding planning.”

“We are not using your purple car as the centre piece. You pushed your luck when you used it as the centre piece at the engagement party.” You said pointing your pencil at your fiancé’s face.

“That was cool! It symbolized the Logang!” He groaned.

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“P-Pregnant?”

Originally posted by fymarveluniverse

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Length: 1253 words

Warnings: mentions of sex, female pronouns, mentions of contraceptives, swears

“P-Pregnant? You?” Tony Stark, the self-proclaimed genius and well-known billionaire, stuttered out. His girlfriend, Y/N Y/L, smirked as he awkwardly began to ramble on, “Y-You’re pregnant? As in, you’re with child? A baby?” His hand was nervously twiddling with the tumbler, something he seldom did.

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Don’t Let Me Go Pt.2

Warnings; sad spencer, violence, mentions of blood and wounds, cursing, angst and sad fluff at the end

A/N

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I had a messy day and I start school tomorrow again so I decided to get this out quick before I had to go back. Anyways, here is the much requested part two ! I hope you all enjoy it and it lives up to expectations :’) much love <33333 (sorry for any mistakes !!)

Tagged peep; @skeletoresinthebasement

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Spencer walked into the sheriff’s department with JJ following closely behind. It was chaotic as everyone rushed around and phones rang within seconds of each other.

“What did we miss?” JJ asks as a frowning Hotch comes towards them. “Was there another murder?”

“Not yet,” Hotch sighs. “The unsub totaled Morgan and Y/N’s squad car. He took her.”

For the first time that day, the mention of Y/N’s name sparked full attention in Spencer. JJ looks over at him as tears begin to pool in his eyes.

“H-Have you guys found them?” Spencer asks worriedly.

“We’re working on it,” Hotch says sympathetically. “Fortunately, Y/N has her phone on her and we’re hoping Garcia can trace it.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Spencer begins wracking his brain with solutions and thoughts on how he could save the love of his life, but he kept coming up empty.

“I’m sorry, Reid,” Hotch shakes his head, “but there is nothing we can do right now except to wait on Garcia.”

JJ frowned as she put a hand on his shoulder in a small attempt to get him to calm down.

“She’s going to be okay, you know that right?” JJ says and Spencer shakes his head.

“I-I don’t know,” Spencer sputters out. “Before you called, we had gotten into an argument and I kind of left things unresolved. I know how she is and I know she gets really drained when I ignore her the way I do, and I don’t know why I do that to her when I know it hurts her. What if when she wakes up, she won’t have the energy to defend herself because of me.”

“Spencer, look at me,” JJ puts her hands on Spencer’s shaking arms and makes him face her way. “Y/N is a trained agent and an exceptional profiler, she knows what to do and how to survive. If anything were to slow her down, my guess is that it would be to any injuries she got in the crash.”

Spencer tries to blink away the tears, but they keep coming right back up.

“Excuse me,” he mutters as he tears himself away from JJ’s grip and hurries outside of the building.

His mind was racing with the endless possibilities of how you could be hurt or how long you have to live. On top of being kidnapped by a sadistic serial killer, you also had unattended injuries that were bleeding out and being exposed to bacterias.

As Spencer stood outside, kicking rocks on the ground, tears falling down his face, and a heavy weight on his chest, he noticed a police car pull up to the sheriff’s department. Morgan quickly jumped out of the passenger side of the car, his left arm in a sling and a bandage on his cheek bone that was adorned with smaller cuts around it.

Derek looked around the parking lot and frowned deeply when his eyes landed on the broken genius by the curb.

“Reid!” Morgan calls and scuffles towards him.

“How did it happen?” Spencer gulps as he looks at Morgan with a small disappointment, somewhat blaming this whole thing on him. Morgan sighs and gives him an ‘are you sure?’ look and Spencer nods.

“We were on our way to the coroner’s and at a stoplight, Y/N noticed a car that fit the one we had for the unsub. At first, I thought she was crazy because it was gone before I noticed it, but then it hit us.”

“Where did it hit?”

“Once in the back, twice on her side,” Morgan looks down in sadness. “I tried getting us out of there. When I woke up, I saw them. She put up a hell of a fight with all those wounds-”

“Shut up!” Spencer snaps as he presses his hands to his ears. Dismay fell over him at the details of Derek’s explanation.

“Kid, I promise you we will get this son of a bitch,” Morgan assures him. “I got his plate numbers and we’ll be at his house soon.”

As if it were on cue, Emily stepped out of the building with JJ, Rossi, and Hotch following behind.

“Guys, we’ve got an address,” Emily announces to the two men. “If we wanna save Y/N, we have to go now.”

**

Your eyes began to adjust in the dimly lit room,  and then your body followed. You tried to get up or move only to realize that you were strapped to a chair. The second you moved a limb, a sharp pain struck you in the stomach and thigh causing you to let out a scream.

Panic begin to set in as you remembered the events that led you here. Flashes of glass shattering, the world spinning, and a pair of black boots clouded your thoughts.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Speaking of the devil.

A dirty looking, drug abusing man came out from the shadows. The closer he stepped towards you, the more you could smell the must and alcohol radiating off of him.

“Please don’t hurt me,” You yelp. “I guarantee you that when you’re caught, and you will be, you will not get special treatment. Especially when you’re charged with the murder of an agent.”

“I’m not going to get caught, darling,” he snickers as he reaches forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You moved your head away the second his skin came in contact with yours. Angry with your reaction, he wraps a hand behind your neck and pushes your head towards him. “I’ve been killing women like you for years. Dozens. Even if they were to catch me, they have no evidence. I’ve made sure of that. So what makes you think they’ll catch me? You’ll be dead before you could speak.”

“Because you were messy with my capture,” you chuckle slightly. “You rammed into a government vehicle, leaving the imprint of your truck all over it. My partner woke up before you took me meaning he probably wrote down your license plate. And honestly, if you were as smart as you made yourself out to be - you would have patted me down to remove any technology on me. I’m surprised you didn’t notice, but I’ve had my unit chief on the phone and I’ve been stalking my so-called death by distracting you with a conversation.”

“You bitch,” he sneers.

“A man’s ego will often get the best of him,” you tease. The sound of sirens coming from every direction of the house caused your heart to flutter with hope. You knew they would save you.

The unsub let out a growl as he turned your chair around to undo the ropes around your arms and legs.

“Good thing I injured you pretty bad,” he comments. “Or else you’d be fighting back by now.”

He pulled you up from the chair and a pain filled yelp left your throat as your muscles contracted under your wounds.

“FBI!” Hotch broke through the door, letting a ray of sunshine into the room followed by someone equivalent to that. A very scared Spencer entered the room, his eyes scanning over the situation and you.

“Daniel, we know why you’re doing this,” Spencer began.

“You don’t know anything,” the unsub, Daniel, spits. You feel a cool metal being pressed against your temple and you momentarily feel your heart speed up.

“Yes, I do,” Spencer begins to panic. “Someone who looks a lot like Y/N, broke your heart. Kate was the love of your life, and she just cheated on you like you meant nothing.”

“Shut up,” Daniel yells. The gun began to dig deeper into your skin as Daniel got angrier.

“Spencer,” you cry out as Daniel tightens the headlock you’re in.

“Oh I see what’s going on here,” Daniel laughs sinisterly. “She’s your girl?”

Spencer said nothing as he watched you with a pained expression as you struggle in the man’s grip.

“Daniel, we have the house surrounded,” Hotch warns. “If you do anything to harm her, you will be shot down.”

“Does this count as harming her?” He questions as he turns his head towards you and begins kissing your cheek.

“Stop!” You yell as you elbow him in the stomach. For a split second, your out of Daniel’s grip - and a second is all it takes for everything to go downhill. You watch as a rage overtakes his features, you messed up. You triggered him by rejecting him and that’s all that took him to turn him into a loose cannon. The gun in his hand was pointed towards you and as you heard Spencer’s yells, the room filled with the sound of three triggers being pulled and bullets being released. One came in contact with your chest, and the other two struck Daniel in the torso.

Everything sounded muffled and nothing looked clear as you let your head hit the ground. The black spots in your vision began appearing, but before everything went completely dark, you watched a broken Spencer fall to the ground beside you and gather you up in his arms. You couldn’t feel it, but you felt the flutter in your heart every time he was near - and then there’s nothing.

**

Spencer sat in the cold and uncomfortable chair right beside your bed. His leg was jumping in all sorts of directions and his head was buried in his hands.

A punctured lung, a burst appendix, and a deep wound in your thigh.

Spencer had tried convincing himself for the past two weeks that he sat in this hospital that you were going to be okay, but his mind kept telling him that you wouldn’t.

People came and go. Your room was filled with balloons, stuffed animals, and cards written in love. Spencer had been there since you arrived. Sitting by your bedside, praying to anything that would keep you alive.

A very sad JJ walked into the room with Derek following behind.

“Spencer, you know she wouldn’t want you killing yourself over here,” JJ suggests sadly, “why don’t you go home and rest.”

“No, I’m not leaving,” Spencer quickly interjects.

“You’ve been here every day, kid,” Morgan frowns. “You haven’t eaten, hell I don’t think you’ve slept.”

The two agents worried for their friend’s health. His eyes were rimmed with red, decorated with the dark purple bags sitting under his eyes. His cheek bones were much more prominent and his cheeks were hollowed and spiked with scruff.

“I don’t want to leave her,” Spencer cries.

“I know,” JJ wipes away a tear of her own before walking over to the hunched over man and placing a hand on his cheek in a comforting way. “She’s been like this for too long, Spence. I  know this sounds horrible, but she’s suffering and maybe if we find the strength to let her go, then maybe she can finally be in peace.”

“No, no,” Spencer lets his head fall onto the bed, his hand reaching over to interlock with yours. “I can’t.”

“We’ll leave you to it,” Morgan adds quietly.

When JJ and Morgan are fully out of the room, Spencer takes the time to try and compose himself for you. He looks up at your face, covered in bruises and small cuts.

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he begins tearfully. “I’m sorry that you’re on life support. I’m sorry that I let the unsub get you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you in time. I’m sorry that I’m so selfish that I can’t let you go. But most of all, I’m sorry that I didn’t fix us before you ended up like this.”

Spencer looked down at the white bed sheets where your hand and his lied, entwined with each other. He brings the pair to his forehead and closes his eyes.

“But I have to do right by you,” he sniffles. “If you want me to let you go, I will. But please, of you’re somewhere in there and you can somehow hear me, give me a sign. Give me a sign, and I promise I will never ignore you the way I did, ever again. I promise you will spend every day, loved. Please, Y/N, give me something. I love you.”

Little did he know, that his words of courage spoke to the empty void you found yourself in. And somehow, with any strength and brain activity in you, you managed to give his hand a light squeeze.

A sharp intake of breath leaves Spencer’s lips as he looks at your hand in his. A second squeeze came from you to reassure him that he didn’t imagine it.

“Nurse!” Spencer desperately calls out. As nurses begin to rush in, Spencer leans in to kiss your cheek. “I won’t let you go.”

The nurse calls in the doctor to point out the sudden miracle of you breathing on your own. Spencer felt a twinkle in his heart that he hadn’t felt in the past two weeks, a twinkle of hope.

He knew you would be okay.

10

Marvel AU: After absorbing the Aether, Doctor Jane Foster finds herself in Asgard, where she meets the Lady Sif again. Despite the trying circumstances and the differences between them, they soon bond over their mutual struggles and strike up a friendship that begins to transform into something else as they spend more time together. Once Jane learns of the Aether’s true nature, she joins forces with Sif in a journey to rid herself of the gem and save the universe from the Dark Elves.

Not Much of a Looker

Originally posted by rswinther

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Not Much of a Looker

Prompt: Hey I’m new to your blog but rumour has it that you adore Nightcrawler too! He’s honestly my baby. Anyway can I request a Kurt x reader fic where the reader is blind and Kurt takes such good care of her like she’s a china doll, basically just fluff! Thank you sooo much!!!

Note: Welcome to my blog, my dear! You’ve entered amidst my Kurt craze, also called KURTPOCALYPSE. This is a hella cute prompt omg!

You waited in Professor Xavier’s office anxiously. You had just arrived at his school for mutants, dropped off after months of begging your parents to take you to a place you belonged. Of course, you never felt like you belonged anywhere, but it wasn’t because you were a mutant. It was because you were blind.

“One of the students should be here in a moment. He can show you around. He’s new here too, so he understands what it’s like to be the new kid,” Charles told you. You pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose and fiddled with your walking stick. “I know you’re nervous. I can feel it, but the kids here, they understand what it’s like to be different. You’ll fit right in, I know it.”

“Thank you, Professor Xavier,” You smiled softly. You heard the creak of the door opening and felt a new presence enter the office.

“Professor?” asked a voice with a thick German accent. You couldn’t help but smile a little. You couldn’t see him, but he sure sounded cute…

“Ah yes. Kurt. Kurt, this is (Y/N) (L/N), our newest student.” Charles introduced. You waved, flashing a small smile. “(Y/N), Kurt Wagner,”

“Nice to meet you,” he greeted you. You nodded.

“Likewise,”

“Now um, Kurt,” Charles started to explain. “(Y/N) needs special assistance. You see, she’s-”

“Blind,” You finished for him, standing up from the chair. “I’m kind of a burden.”

“No, it’s no trouble,” Kurt said quickly. You heard a noise, and then felt his warmth beside you. “I’d be happy to help,”

“Great,” Charles smiled. “Kurt, you can give her the tour this hour instead of going to class, and then bring her to lunch with you.”

“All right,” he nodded. You retracted your walking stick to its portable size and stuck it in your purse.

“Could you um, give me your arm? It’s easier,” You asked.

“Of course,” He used his tail to guide your hands. You latched onto his bicep. You felt a jacket on his arm. Leather maybe? You couldn’t tell. Carefully, Kurt led you out of Charles office, narrating everything.

“Ve’re going zhrough zhe door,” He told you. “Zhere are steps here. Careful. One, two, three, one more. Zhere,”

“Thanks,” You smiled. “You’re great at this.”

“No problem.” He nodded. “You know, I know how you must feel, being left out. Most of the others here look almost human. I’m about zhe opposite of zhat.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,”

“I wouldn’t be able to tell.” You chuckled a little bit. “I don’t even know what I look like anymore,”

“You’re beautiful,” he blurted without thinking. Immediately, he began blushing. “I mean- watch out!”

“What? What is it?” you asked, stopping.

“Zhere vas a ball in zhe vay. One of zhe others must have left it. It’s gone now.”

“My hero,” you laughed.

“Vell, um, vould you like to go outside?” He offered. You nodded, figuring fresh air would do you both some good.

You felt the change in atmosphere as soon as you stepped through the doorway. And then there was a gust of wind and a new presence.

“Woah Kurt, found a girlfriend already?” asked the new voice. He spoke quickly.

“Peter, zhis is (Y/N),” Kurt introduced.

“Peter Maximoff, kind of a big deal around here.” he said. You chuckled. “So what’s the deal? Why are you clinging to Kurty boy?”

“I’m blind,” you told him.

“Oh. Well you’re not missing out. Kurt’s not much of a looker.” Peter teased playfully. Kurt whapped him with his tail. “Kidding, kidding.”

“Well, I’m not really much of a looker either, so…” you laughed, pointing to your eyes. Peter chuckled and Kurt smiled in amusement.

“Hey Kurt!” Jean greeted, walking up to the small cluster hand-in-hand with Scott. “Hi, you must be (Y/N),”

“Yeah,”

“I’m Jean Grey. This is Scott.”

“Hey,” Scott waved a little. “So you’re the new girl,”

“That’s me,” you nodded. “I’m also blind, so…”

“What’s your mutation?” asked Scott curiously.

“I can manipulate sound waves. The call me Echo.” You told them. “I mean, the blindness kind of came with it, but yeah.”

“Your mutation blinded you?” Jean asked with concern.

“Yeah.”

“Well, Kurt here will take care of you,” Jean smiled, watching Kurt look at you nervously. She could feel that he didn’t want to mess up, didn’t want you to get hurt. But he also didn’t want you to leave his side. “Come on Scott, let’s let them finish their tour.” She led Scott away, flashing Kurt a smile and winking.

Peter sped off too, leaving you and Kurt alone. He gulped nervously. You smirked. What a cutie.

***

It was well after dinner. You and Kurt were sitting on the couch in the living room together. Today had been fun. You felt really comfortable here, and you couldn’t wait to get to know Kurt more. But there was one thing that was nagging at you.

“Hey Kurt?”

“Ja?”

“Could I…um…well, sometimes when I meet new people, feeling their face helps me build a better picture of what they look like.”

“Ah,” he nodded. You began to raise your hands, but he stopped you, grabbing your wrists.

“V-vait,” he paused. “Vhat if you…don’t like vhat you ‘see’?”

“Kurt,” you smiled sadly.

“I told you…I’m not exactly…normal looking.”

“Kurt,” You repeated softly. “I don’t care what you look like. I just want to ‘see’ you.”

“Okay,” he nodded, gulping nervously. He guided your soft hands to his cheeks. You gently felt his face, using your fingers to explore its surface. You smiled softly.

“You’re so intricate,” you whispered. He smiled softly, heat rising to his cheeks. Your fingers reached the tips of his pointed elf-like ears. “Awwww,”

“Vhat?”

“You have cute little elf ears!” you smiled. He chuckled.

“And a tail,” he flicked it, not that you could see.

“You certainly are something else, aren’t you?”

“Zhat’s one vay to put it,”

You yawned, exhausted from such a long day.

“Vould you like me to valk you to your room?” Kurt asked. You nodded, stretching. He took your hand and helped you off of the couch. And while he knew he could teleport right outside your bedroom door, he decided to take you all the way there.

“I kind of miss seeing sometimes. I miss color,” You sighed as he very carefully, very slowly helped you up the steps.  

“Ja?”

“My favorite color was blue…” you remembered. Kurt smiled widely, giddy with excitement.

“It’s a good color,” he tried to play it cool, but you could hear the smile in his voice. He stopped in front of your dorm. “Here ve are,”

“Thank you, for everything,” You said. You thought about it for a second, but decided to go in for a hug. His heart was racing, eyes wide. You felt his arms wrap around you tightly.

“It’s no problem, liebe. Really.”

“Goodnight, Kurt.”

You kissed his cheek before opening the door and walking into the room you now shared with Jean and Ororo. Kurt stood in front of the door for a while, hand on his cheek, smiling like a fool. Peter zipped up and stood beside him, patting his shoulder.

“Yep buddy. You’re screwed.”

Part 2: http://imagine-marvel-12.tumblr.com/post/145321959987/not-much-of-a-looker-part-2 

They said that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. The flashes is what stays true, but it’s not the life I led that flashes before me. It’s the moments in my life that I wanted to remember.

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The happy ones,

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silly ones,

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playful ones,

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pure ones,

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smiley ones,

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cute ones,

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unforgettable ones,

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and the most beautiful moment in life ones.

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Family Trip at the Fair

A/N: So…I’ve been having dreams about the boys for the past couple of nights, so I thought I’d write about them. DO NOT JUDGE THEM BC DREAMS ARE WEIRD SOMETIMES. If it doesn’t make any sense in writing, it made perfect sense in my dream. Let’s begin with dream number two…

I watched as my two-year-old son pranced through the ball pit with a huge smile on his face. “Hi, momma!”

“Hello, my dear! Are you having fun?” I asked.

My son nodded and lifted his hands, asking me to pick him up. “Alright,” I said, holding him close. “Let’s go see daddy!”

I walked over to my husband, Luke, and handed him our son. “Hello, my love.” He said, kissing my forehead. “I saw this new activity over by the Ferris Wheel, and I was thinking we could go try it out as a family!” 

“So what exactly is it?” I asked, heading towards the area Luke was talking about. “Like, what will we be doing?”

“Well, do you see that black building up here?” Luke asked. “It is in there. Basically, we can get inside this glass box and they will play music of our choice. It’s supposed to be a new form of meditation. However, rumor has it that there is a big surprise that they won’t tell customers about.”

I laughed. “So, you basically just want to do this for the surprise…”

“Yeah, pretty much. But, children under three get in free!” He exclaimed, bouncing our son in his arms.

When we walked inside the building, a lady with long, black hair greeted us. “Hi, would you like to try our new - ohmigosh…are you Luke Hemmings?”

Luke smiled. “I am!”

“Oh, please come in and try our new activity! Free of charge, of course! In fact, we have a glass box big enough for a family of three right over here. Please follow me.” The lady said, trying to calm herself. “As you may know, you have an opportunity to choose any type of music you wish. Any suggestions?”

I looked at Luke and he smiled back at me. “Do you have 5 Seconds of Summer?” I joked.

“Absolutely!” The lady exclaimed. “Just climb into this box right here, and I will begin the relaxation method.”

Luke laid on the right side of the box, I laid on the left, and our son was snuggled up in between us.

Not long after the lady closed the glass box, 5 Seconds of Summer began quietly playing in the closed area.

“That is daddy’s music!” Our son smiled.

Luke and I nodded and closed our eyes, trying to relax. Eventually, we opened our eyes to see white smoke filling the box.

“Um, how is this relaxing?” I asked Luke. “I feel like they are going to suffocate and kill us!”

“Don’t question the process, [Y/N]. Just go with it. Besides, the sound of the smoke is quite relaxing!” Luke said, squirming to get in a comfortable position.

I closed my eyes, trying to take Luke’s advice. 

“Pink!” Our son said, pointing to the smoke.

I looked up and saw bright pink LED lights flashing from the top of the box. “Oh dear, this could be hazardous!” I said to myself.

“Calm down, m’love! Close your eyes and take deep breaths. It will all be okay.” Luke smiled.

After what seemed like a decade, the young lady arrived at our glass box and opened the door. “I hope that was a relaxing time for you! Please let us know by filling out one of our surveys located at the front desk. Please enjoy the rest of your time here at the fair!”

Luke was more than happy to jump out of the box and grab a survey sheet. I was just excited that I had made it out alive. I grabbed my son, and we walked over to Luke, who was still filling out the sheet. “I think we are going to get something to drink.” I said to Luke.

Not taking his eyes off of the survey form, Luke said, “Yeah…okay, cool. I’ll meet you guys there.”

Laughing, I took my son to the nearest food stand. “Daddy’s silly, huh?”

“Daddy’s silly!” He repeated, laughing.

“Well, I’m glad you had fun today! Now, let’s get you some food.” I said, smiling.

Spells for Self Confidence and Direction

Power Thoughts

Spend some time journaling. Ask yourself, “what is holding me back the most?” Do not make this about other people! “My friends do not support me” is not a good answer for this exercise. “I am insecure,” “I limit myself,” “I do not support myself,” are all examples of a valid answer. Then, write power thoughts that liberate you from what holds you back the most. Example power thoughts are, “I am secure,” “I am free,” and, “I support myself.” Remember to make power thoughts in the positive tense (“I AM free”) and not in the negative tense (“I am NOT bound”).

Take your power thoughts and relax with them. Think over them carefully. For each negative thought you journaled, you should have one power thought. For each negative thought, there is one chain binding you. Think about these chains holding you back. Speak or think your power thought, and imagine this chain breaks apart and leaves you free. Speak all your power thoughts in a row. Exit your meditation being aware that you have made another step closer to being who you want to be.

Repeat this meditation as often as you want. I repeat mine several times daily. If you do not like the chain imagery, choose your own imagery – my imagery is opening a portal to release negativity from my being. Please be careful because the imagery is a powerful part of the spell, and how you choose to visualize things will have an effect on you. Message me with concerns!

Light My Path

A candle flame is most traditional for this spell, but an LED candle, a flash light, a lamp, or any light will work for this spell. Do try a candle if you can get one!

You are lost in a snowy forest at midnight. You have been driving up the mountain and the road is so narrow and twisty. You are scared of falling off the edge of the mountain. You are scared you missed the house you are trying to get to. You are scared of slipping in the snow.

But wait! There is a light up ahead – a little, glowing, glimmering light. What an incredible feeling of relief. Someone has put a lamp out in front of the house to guide the way. You can see it up the mountain. It helps you find the right dirt road to turn on. It gives you confidence. You can see the way! And several minutes later, when you pull up to the cabin, your friends are waiting with open arms. “We were here waiting for you,” they say. “We put out the light to guide the way.” You get a blankie and a cup of coco.

That is all you need. A guiding light. So we must do a little crazy magic, and place a flame in your future for you to follow. Soon, that guiding light will bring you to your metaphorical blankie and coco. Everything is going to be ok. Just trust me on that, yeah? Everything is going to be ok. Let’s just light that light.

Cast a protective circle, since we will be “going places.” Take your light and bless and purify it, to prepare it for time travel. Meditate quietly and be aware that you are in the present, but that your magic has the ability to reach the future and the past. You don’t need to go mentally to the future, and that would be a bad idea anyway. You don’t know where you’re going, you’ve never been there before; so what if you chose the wrong path and lit up the wrong road?

Focus on your light. Give it some peaceful and loving and secure energies. When you are ready, speak these words or something similar:

“This is my guiding light. When I am lost, it will show me the way. When I need help, it will point me in the right direction. This light exists before me and ahead of me. It radiates out to me. It brings peace and security to the path that is right for my soul.”

Meditate with the light and with your feelings (or desired feelings) of peace and security for the future. Imagine that the light “skips” ahead by several weeks or days or months, shining back and carefully guiding you through the winding snowy roads of life. Allow the light to burn for as long as you like. Once the spell is cast, it will exist for ages. But repeat this spell whenever you mentally would like those same feelings of security again.

Tarot Meditation

Tarot, when pulled randomly in a spread, is a powerful tool for divination. When the cards are selected and placed in to a spread, it is a powerful tool for manifestation magic.

Take your #17 Star card, or any card which represents destiny, future, and hope. Meditate on this card and what it would mean for you to have a positive, happy future. Your future should NOT be what others expect from you. It should not be what you expect from yourself. Release expectations, release burdens. Let it all go. Breathe in, exhale all that garbage, and focus on what truly will make you happy in your future. When you are ready, place the Star or equivalent card at the top of your work space table.

Take your 8 of Swords card, or any card which represents being lost, blindness, and confusion. Sometimes it is normal to be in these negative states, but for you it is no longer normal. For you, it has become a real maze, a trap that has bound you that you can’t find a way out of. So reverse this card. Place it two spaces underneath the Star (leave room for a card between these two).

Finally, search your deck for two cards: The #10 Wheel of Fortune, or another card which means change. And, a card which represents what will bring you out of the 8 of Swords maze. Could that card for you be focus and direction? Could it be happiness, support, healing, wellness? What card will elevate you the most? At this phase of the spell, going through the deck itself is a meditation. Consider each of the 75 remaining cards carefully and pull any card which seems promising. Truly ask yourself what will bridge the gap between where you are and where you want to be.

Take the Wheel of Fortune or equivalent card and place it between the Star and the 8 of Swords. Now the spell has really started cooking. Say or think something like this:

“Universe, Deep Self, listen up! It is time for you to hear me. Look at the Star, this is our future*. This is what we want for ourselves. [Speak about your goals for the future.]

Look at where we are now, though. Trapped and confused. [Speak about your current quandaries.]

But look! The gears of change are in motion. [Focus on the Wheel of Fortune.] I know the fates will change in my future, even as I speak the Fates are weaving a better future.

Here is an important message. [Place your special card on top of the reversed 8 of Swords.] This is my Power Card. This is what I am going to focus on. Please bring me the blessings of this card to help liberate me from this place and put me on the right track to my future.”

Now, meditate on how the blessings you have asked for could help you, elevate you, and bring you closer to your desired future. When you are ready, take your 8 of Swords card. Hold it up in the air, or place it in a special place away from the spread. Say or think, “I am done with this. I release my personal maze. I release my personal confusion. I am moving on.” There is a chance you will not be able to say these words, because it seems very “wrong” to you. If it seems wrong, do not force it, and send me a message. Just let that last part go :)

Spend another moment and consider your new spread, a blessing which takes motion to improve your future. When you are feeling confident, happy, and hopeful, put your cards away and go eat some pasta.

In this tarot spell, it is vital you do not pull any cards randomly. This spell is about identifying things about yourself and taking conscious control. Being given cards by the universe is counter to the meaning of this spell.

*If it is a part of your future, it is a part of the universe’s future, too.

I Will Never Abandon Myself

A big part of my current lack of confidence is abuse I have received in the past. However, I have discovered that through magic, changing the past is possible.

Return to a bad memory. Not too bad, just a little bad one. Something embarrassing maybe, or something rude that was said to you. Watch the memory start to play out, then as soon as the bad thing happens, step in. You can’t stop the bad thing from happening, I’m afraid. But you can change the outcome.

So step in to your memory and change the outcome. Be there for yourself. “Fuck you for laughing at me when I talked during the staff meeting. That was rude, that was unacceptable. You are supposed to be my friend. I do not allow that kind of treatment to myself.” Then turn around and give your past self a hug, and let the love flow out of you to your past self.

It will take more than one try, even for a little memory. Changing the past is no easy or simple feat. Whenever a bad memory comes to you, don’t try to ignore it. Step in. Take weapons with you. Take a shotgun if you need to. Deliver spiritual justice to the people who hurt you – and as you do, their memories of the event will become more and more guilty. And as you do, your memories of this event will become more and more calm and healed.

Just as a warning, if you start altering the past, weird shit will happen. You will return to a memory, and suddenly realize you aren’t the only person present – your other past or future selves are visiting that memory too, to help heal it. Your past or future self may come running to you for a hug at some point to get love when you can freely give it. It was a trip the first time I realized my younger self was traveling to the future to suck up some self-love from present me.

When you are in a dangerous or scary situation, after a while, you will realize you are not alone – you are experiencing yourself there, for you, helping to protect and heal while this event is ongoing. And you can stand confident and strong, knowing that you at your best is here to defend you.

Finally, when you are feeling your worst, think about yourself in 20, 30, or 40 years. When you have your shit together. When your life is complete, when you are happy and whole, when you have ‘made it’. And imagine you go to the future, and knock on that door, and ask Grandma or Grandpa or Grandex you to come out and give you some love. And you know what, they WILL come. They will open the door and give you the biggest and most beautiful hug, and say hey, I’m here for you. I never left you. I am you and I love you no matter what, young hurting me. Come in and have some cookies and let me take the pressure off for a while.

My only advice is to only take love from the future. Don’t start taking other things. That will fuck up your timeline. Be safe and smart.

I Smell Like Beef

“I smell like beef,” the beef baby boasts with a mischievous smile. She stands at the window, her meat shirt now discarded and laying on the lawn outside. Its purpose is done. It serves now only to attract insects and crows. When night falls a ‘possum will steal it away. 

“I smell like beef,” she repeats, her blue eyes gazing out at the purple twilight. There is wonder in those eyes now, as well as confusion. Her voice is croaking and low, as is common when The Transformation begins. 

The beef baby’s gaze returns to me, dilated pupils filled first with fuchsia sunlight, then blazing blood red as they shrink. She stares into the camera phone’s brilliant flash LED; it casts sharp shadows on the windowpane behind her. I will document every moment.

Her brow is furrowed now, eyes wide in an expression of concern–perhaps dawning realization. She confides in me, her voice ever the same monotonous low groan,

“I smell like–”