lots of sense tingling going on

the-4th-most-furry  asked:

I'm gonna cater to my third most favorite Toby ship for a minute: Ticcijack. Toby is a fuckin clumsy fool so he gets injured a lot meaning he's got to go see EJ on like an hourly basis pretty much. "Toby did you break your leg just so you could spend the night with me?" "N-n-noooo-oo what are yo-u ta-alking about?" "My boyfriend senses were tingling." Toby reluctantly helps EJ with gathering organs and blood. He can't be in the room when EJ eats because he gets squeamish. Gotta love him.

Toby is gonna end up dying just because he wants attention from his boyfriend

anonymous asked:

Helloooo~ Can I get a headcanons for Toshinori with a 20-something s/o who is a university student?

i had so much of this typed up then my laptop CRASHED IM SSHSHND i’m sorry this took so long honey bun o h m y g o d. enjoy <3

> He wouldn’t brag about being in a relationship but he wouldn’t try to hide anything either. If someone were to ask him about his love life he would tell them he’s in a happy and committed relationship.

> To be sure that his partner isn’t ever hurt by anyone or anything, he keeps their identity hidden which does lead to some jokes of course which he doesn’t mind but everyone respects the decision.

> He would not hear the end of it from his students when they first found out he was dating someone because everyone assumed he was single and honestly too old to date. He plays along with them in the moment and fakes a tear before describing how happy he is.

> Some students find it sweet, others are like omg all might pls, and Bakugou is literally pretending to gag in the corner because of how sweet it is.

> For a while it was all the kids would talk about and he would have trouble keeping them on track for class. He would randomly get questions from them about his significant other to figure out who it is and it kind of turns into a game for all of them. 

> They never figure out who it is.

> He would gently remind them that knowing about his love life was definitely not a part of being a hero and get them back on track of whatever lesson they were working on.

> Toshinori would feel a bit lonely sometimes because being a pro hero, a teacher, and even a father-like figure towards Izuku is very time consuming and they can’t necessarily come to him whenever they want to because of uni. It bums him out a lot.

> He’s thankful that they’re able to communicate through phone calls, emails, texts, and sometimes even a video call. He always starts those off with sweet compliments and laughs lightly at his s/o’s reaction. He only does video calls in the safety of his home.

> There are times where they both have time off on the weekends and go on a date or two but most of the time they end abruptly due to his hero senses tingling. The poor guy feels bad every time he has to leave but his partner understands and urges him to go save some lives.

> He leaves them with a kiss on the cheek before dashing off to quickly buff himself up then go off to fight whatever villain there is.

> He gets anxious very often when they’re together in public because he doesn’t want to be the reason that his love gets taken by villains but luckily he’s able to stop himself from thinking too far ahead.

> Whenever he’s at his time limit and they have some time off from school they choose to stay in, watch movies, and eat all the worst foods possible. It happens about once or twice a month and he appreciates the time together greatly. He would thank them quite often for staying with him because he knows it’s not easy dating a pro hero whatsoever. He’s extremely happy with them and he knows he can get through anything while they’re with him.

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phaeleah  asked:

hartwin? :)

thank you for the ask

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

  • when of if I started shipping it: pretty much after eggsy was bailed out by harry my gay senses were tingling but not until harry made that popping one’s cherry and eggsy giving harry the look and biting his lips that i KNEW for sure. 
  • my thoughts: i’m fatally attracted to ships that are non-canon but i’ll go down with hartwin. tbh i don’t really care about their age gap since eggsy’s above 22-23 when they met and i think the bond between them/how they feel for each other is stronger than what’s on the surface and that’s saying a lot.  
  • What makes me happy about them: the fact that harry helped eggsy when he was at his lowest and in tgc eggsy does the same for him. and they’re so soft when they’re alone with each other but totally badass in battle. 
  • What makes me sad about them: honestly? harry not telling eggsy’s his true feelings and eggsy keeping harry’s stuff months after harry’s death.  
  • things done in fanfic that annoys me: that eggsy is 99% of the time the bottom? at least in many fics i’ve read he is. most of the time i don’t care about who tops because the plot and emotional elements are more important but it’d be nice to see bottom!harry being taken care of by his loving boyfriend. 
  • things I look for in fanfic: i like seeing them being domestic and happy and if they fight it’d be something other than the “i’m too old/not good enough for him" dilemma. let them fight about who gets to handle the hand grenade or whose cooking is best please. 
  • My kinks: them being in a supporting and fulfilling relationship. does drawn out foreplay a kink? 
  • Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: no one tbh? 
  • My happily ever after for them: that these two idiots don’t die on a mission in belarus but get to retire to a beach house where harry gets to grow a garden and collects butterflies while eggsy sells surfing gears and every summer daisy visits them and when it’s her wedding harry has to hold back his tears while eggsy squeezes his hand and whispers “hey love, you okay?” and harry replies “with you? always.”  

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RFA + Saeran and V (added) imagines: New Year’s kisses (& a new tradition)

AKA the thing no one asked for but I’m throwing in your face anyway. Everyone has their own MC and they’re at a member only party. More under the readmore.


  • Staring intently at his watch to make sure you two kiss at the stroke of midnight.
  • Starts off giggly and innocent enough, but he’s a little drunk and a lot comfortable and it gets more heated.
  • You two only stop because Saeyoung yells “WHOO GET IT BOY” from across the room.
    • Actually makes you both jump and Saeyoung is laughing loud now how is he so loud he has the projection of an opera singer.
  • “Ah, sorry, I… got a bit excited. I hope I didn’t embarrass you,” the blushing mess says.
  • “Mmm, no, I liked it. We’ll pick up where we left off when we get home.”
  • He shook. Client Yoosung Kim is experiencing latency issues. Lag in the form of stuttering and nervous laughter.


  • Literally dips you into a deep kiss (this extra mofo)
  • Y’all get yelled at too but you don’t care, you don’t stop. Everyone else is like “okay…” and kinda go about the party around you two.
  • He only stops when he says he has to or he’ll become a beast and he wants to be a perfect gentleman for you.
  • Besides you look so beautiful tonight and he already smeared your lipstick (which he wipes so it’s neat again,) he wants to and does admire you the rest of the night
    • Admires in a different way when you’re home know what I’m saying ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


  • Gentle kiss that becomes giggling and a bunch of little kisses while you keep holding each other tight.
  • You two are so cute and wholesome everyone else (but Jumin) might cry. Zen and Yoosung definitely cry a little.
  • She says softly in your ear that she feels so lucky you came into her life, she feels like you’re literally God sent. This woman is an angel. You tell her so. She is literally an angel.
  • Rare earth magnet strength attached to each other the rest of the night.
    • The rest of the night.

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Part One: Crowley, Your Friendly Neighborhood Demon. (The Devil You Know S05E20)

Episode Summary: The demon Crowley tells Sam, Dean and the reader he can help them find the remaining Horsemen rings so they can trap Lucifer. The reader and the brothers are doubtful until Crowley leads them to Brady, the handler for Pestilence and Death. 
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 4,763.

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Please, if you do only one other thing today, listen to “The Other Side” by Ruelle. I’ve had it on my hiatus Bellarke playlist forever and I didn’t want to mention it until I got to that post but after the script release I just have to. It’s Bellarke af (tbh it reminds me a lot of 4x13 but it suits 4x11 too) and its just amazing. Do it. Go listen to it.

I mean, “I don’t want to know what it’s like to live without you/Don’t wanna know the other side of a world without you.”

My Bellarke senses are tingling.

The Masks We Wear (4/?)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3


Happy Saturday everybody! Hope you’ve all had a great week.

Thanks for beta duties again go to @coffeewithcaptainswan the Giles to my Buffy (if only I were that fucking cool).

Previously on The Masks We Wear

Emma Swan AKA The Saviour and Killian Jones AKA Hook AKA The Survivor are in love. They just don’t know it yet. And while they’re busy working with their fellow Nevengers to bring down The Dark One, they don’t have time to find out. Desperate for intel, The Survivor tried to seduce the Evil Queen to join the heroes, but their date was interrupted by a jealous Emma Swan who then ran off with The Survivor in hot pursuit…

“Emma’s magic instantly responded to his touch; she could actually feel the electricity sparking through her … She was worried she was going to start actually glowing with the force of her magic reaching out to him.”

“‘Good luck, Hook! I hope she’s worth it!’

Of course Emma bloody well is, he thought indignantly to himself as he followed her into the night.”

Emma felt like she was running for her life. It was a little pathetic really, the way she was so desperate to escape a handsome man. Somewhere in the back of her head she wondered if that was a metaphor for her whole attitude to love.

Although there was also the tiny issue that said man had thrown her into such a tizzy there was a very real risk of a magical explosion happening in the middle of a club full of superheroes and supervillains. That would be difficult enough to justify at the best of times, but when she was dressed as Emma Swan it would cause a major fucking incident.

She had gone out that night for a few drinks to welcome the new guy at work. He was dark and brooding, but funny along with it. She found she didn’t dislike his company quite as much as most people she met.

Not to mention that, ever since she’d been caught up in that lightning storm the previous weekend, she’d been feeling weird and out of sorts. Like, the kind of super weird where only some seriously hard liquor could soothe her. Lights kept sparking off around her suddenly, particularly when she was angry or upset. Her “superpower” of knowing someone was lying to her had been going haywire, leaving her with the urge to scream ‘bullshit!’ at almost everyone she interacted with. Her skin felt itchy and her whole being felt unstable.

So, she’d tried doing the sociable thing. She shared a glass of rum with the man while he made snide remarks about their colleagues who were using his arrival at the company as an excuse to get wasted. She snorted with laughter and he responded with a disarmingly beautiful smile.

It was hard to avoid picturing him wearing nothing but that smile.

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anonymous asked:

I'm over 300 pounds and I started college in a new state in August. I can't make friends and I'm considering bulimia to lose weight. Does it work to lose weight? I heard it doesn't but I think it would help me.

Yep! And you will also lose: your hair, the enamel on your teeth, the warmth in your hands and feet, the lining of your stomach and throat, necessary nutrients, your body’s ability to self regulate hunger, your money, your ability to fall asleep and stay asleep, your happiness, your job, your grades, your friends, and eventually your life!

But don’t worry because you also have a lot to gain such as: painfully swollen salivary glands, an almost constant and unending headache, a raspy voice (sexy!), a tingling sensation in your extremities (fun!), and a general sense of malaise which never really goes away

I’m sorry you’re going through whatever you’re going through but you need to see a therapist. Eating disorders are almost always symptoms of a more severe issue. I see a therapist once a week and we never talk about my eating disorder just the underlying cause of my eating disorder and how I use binging/ purging/ starving as a coping mechanism.

I’m sorry about the snark in this message but I have a feeling you don’t follow me and probably found my personal posts in a search and that upsets me.

I guess I’ll use this message to say I don’t promote eating disorders I just use this tiny little carved out space on the internet to rant about my personal mental illness.

thestanleyparablesupportagency replied to your post “In what direction does this radio station go? It seems rather immature…”

So, it is immature. Very well, thank you for taking your time to reply. Have a nice day.

[DJ Mar makes and “oooo” sound, crackling through faint static.] “Oh? What do you we have here, my co-host? You know, it might just be the signals scrambling my brain–I forgot to wear my tinfoil hat this morning–but this listener sounds an awful lot like a–”

[She gasps mockingly]

“–a Narrator… or a lawyer, no difference.”

Tessai live tweets Ichigo's training with Urahara

Live tweets of Ichigo’s training requested by anon. :)

Let’s say that while Urahara was busy teaching Ichigo how to be a soul reaper, Tessai was live tweeting the whole event. This might be the result!

–The boss brought home a badly damaged teenage boy tonight. 

#shop life 

–I patched him up as best I could, but he still seems really cold. Like he spent a while lying in a puddle in the rain or something

#but surely that would be too overdramatic

–I need to warm him up. Body heat would be best.

#I mean the blankets are all the way in the other room  #lying on top of him is efficient  #I am sure he won’t mind

–He minded

#the screaming offended me a little  #what kind of man doesn’t want to wake up to this mustache?

–Now I understand why the boss had me dig that giant cavern

#I had assumed he was feeling nostalgic  #or that it had something to do with Yoruichi being back  #but no  #it was for training

–The boss talks like he’s done this training before. But I just don’t think that’s true

#pretty sure I’d remember if the boss had brought other injured teenage boys here  #pretty sure

–I just cut the chain tying a teenage boy’s soul to his body. Killing him, basically.

#shop life  #I’m sure it will work out fine

–Round 1: teenage boy vs. Ururu

#that boy doesn’t stand a chance  #and I don’t think he realizes it 

–Making a teenager wear that headgear is vaguely cruel

#although I suppose the expression he is making is adorable

–Making him shout the fake activation phrase is DEFINITELY cruel

#boss has a mean streak 

–Yup Ururu is kicking his ass

#at least Kurosaki is good at running away

–Uh oh he hit Ururu’s face

#that is going to cost him 

–Cleared Lesson 1! Score one for the teenage boy!

#looks like the boss doesn’t want him to die  #that’s good

–Although “not wanting him to die” is not the same as “being unwilling to throw him into a deep pit while he turns into a hollow”

#I hope the boss had him sign some sort of release

–I have bound the arms of a teenage boy so that he can not climb out of a pit while he turns into a monster

#but I am not a bad person  

–This is becoming awkward. Every five seconds he screams a lot and then he just lies there sadly

#and I don’t have a book or anything

–Three days

#I really should have brought a book  #the boss could at least toss one of those apples down here

–This boy may actually just die

#depressing  #at least he got to snuggle with me once  #and he will always have the memory of this mustache

–oh shit he’s becoming a hollow now

#time to bring out the big kido guns!

–wow the big kido guns didn’t even work a little

#that hurts my soul 

–Where did he go?

#does his hollow form involve rockets or

–No it’s okay I’ll just let myself out of this pit

#luckily I am in excellent physical condition

–Hollow mask…shinigami uniform…bandages….

#weird kid  #no wonder the boss likes him

–Round 3: teenage boy vs. the boss

#my money’s on the boss  #getting what he wants  #which is the boy winning I suppose

–The kid is fighting with a broken sword?

#that’s hardcore  #and a little futile 

–Using shikai on a kid with a broken sword? 

#yeah the boss def has a mean streak

–The kid sure has spent a lot of this training running and/or being scared for his life

#good preparation for Soul Society

–He’s stopped….

#mustache senses tingling  #something’s about to happen

–That is an enormous sword

#enormous  #sword  #sword that is enormous

–And an enormous canyon

#if I had that sword  #making the boss’s training grounds would be a lot easier

–This guy is in perpetual shikai, isn’t he?

#perpetual shikai  #hollow mask  #innate shinigami powers despite being human  #yes  #the boss’ interest makes a lot of sense now

–Training complete! Early too. Guess this means the boss and Kurosaki will have plenty of time to practice fighting

#yeah  #he’s going to be ready for Soul Society

–The boss’s training apparently works!

#time to start making fliers

Baby Project Part 6

Day Four

“Okay this is getting ridiculous.”

Maya opened her eyes groggily and looked up to see her mother staring at her with a disapproving frown, but a glint of humor in her eyes. Maya closed her eyes again and rolled over to snuggle into what she thought was her pillow. She opened her eyes again because her pillow didn’t usually smell like day old aftershave and cedarwood. Her tired eyes were met with a still asleep Lucas and the night before came flooding back to her.

“Mom!” Maya whisper yelled as she turned back to face her mother while trying not to startle her best friend awake. His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist and she honestly wasn’t sure how he could have such a death grip even in his sleep. “It’s not what it looks like, I swear.”

Katy glanced over the scene in front of her and that was when Maya realized just how bad this situation looked. She was lying in her bed with just an old t-shirt and booty shorts on with her half naked best friend clutching onto her protectively in his sleep. Honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised if Katy pulled a Cory and chased Lucas out of her room and held onto his shoe as a souvenir. Honestly, Maya and Lucas had been found in some pretty compromising positions before by their mothers or Cory and even Topanga a few times, but something felt different about this time. Normally, it was easy to laugh off and tell the adults that nothing had happened, but Maya didn’t think she could do that this time.

Technically, nothing had happened. Lucas had apologized about a million (only a slight exaggeration) times for making her think that he thought she was stupid and promised to make it up to her on their road trip. Colton had been quiet after his big tantrum, but Maya asked Lucas to hang around just in case he went apeshit again. The two of them had been watching some reruns of Friends when Lucas fell asleep and she just didn’t have the heart to wake him up. She ended up texting Lucas’s mother Anne to let her know that he would have to stay over to work on one of their projects. Nothing had happened, so why did Maya feel like it had?

“What it looks like is that you two are going to be late for school for the second time this week if you don’t get your booties in gear.” Katy tried her hardest not to smile, but she couldn’t help it. Maya was sure that her shock was being displayed on her face as she watched her mother walk away without at least grounding her. “You have an hour to be at school babygirl! Don’t make me call Anne.”

“Shit,” Maya looked at the clock and saw that her mother was right. She could not get another tardy or she would have to spend her Friday in detention and she was not doing that again. She looked next to her to her sleeping friend and groaned. Why did he have to look so peaceful in his sleep? It took every ounce of self control in her body to not trace every line of his face to try to commit it to memory. She couldn’t help it. He looked so much younger when he was asleep, like the Lucas she had met on the train years ago. They had both grown up a lot since then and many things had changed, but they still remained the same. No matter what was going on around them, Maya and Lucas always remained Maya and Lucas. He was her rock and she hoped he thought the same of her.

“Why are you staring at me?”

Lucas’s raspy morning voice made Maya jump, resulting in a deep chuckle from him.”Your eyes were closed, how do you know I was staring at you?”

He pulled her closer by her waist and buried his face into her hair. “My Maya sense was tingling.”

She snorted and hit the back of his head. “That sounds like a personal problem buddy.” He looked up at her and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, resulting in another smack. “We have to get up or we are gonna be late.”

He groaned and snuggled further into her small frame. “But it’s so warm here.”

“Don’t tempt me Lucas Tristan Friar. You know I will skip school without a second thought.”

“Why do I always have to be the responsible one?” He poked her side causing her to squirm away. “Let’s go Shortstack. You don’t need another Friday afternoon detention.”


“Okay what the hell is up with you?” Missy asked in English. “You’ve been staring at him more than usual today.”

Maya looked up from their assignment with furrowed eyebrows. “What? Who have I been staring at?”

Missy rolled her eyes as if the answer was obvious. “Your baby daddy obviously!”

Maya couldn’t help the obnoxiously loud laugh that left her throat and earned quite a few glares from her classmates.

“Get back to work, Maya,” Mr. Balliro scolded half heartedly, not even looking up from the papers he was correcting. Maya was his favorite student and she knew that he didn’t care what the hell she did in class, but he also had to keep up his hardass appearance to intimidate the other kids.

“Sorry Mr. B.”

After a few moments, Missy decided to continue the conversation. ”I have my theories, but if you don’t want me making assumptions then you should just tell me.”


“Why did you want to be partners with me today? You know he sucks at English so you always partner with him.”

“Can’t I want to spend time with one of my bestest friends in the world?”

“I’m flattered,” Missy held her hand over her heart and fluttered her eyelashes. ”But we both know that’s bull. Did you guys fuck or something?”

This caught Maya’s attention. “What? No!”

“Don’t act like it’s some farfetched guess! You guys showed up together for this second time this week. Everyone sees the way you two make googly eyes at each other and it’s only a matter of time before that balloon pops.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you stoned right now?”
“Maya Hart you are so much smarter than this, come on! The sexual tension between you two is actually suffocating. Even I can feel it when you are around each other.”

Maya shook her head and ran her hands through her hair in frustration. “It’s official Missy, you’ve lost it.”
“Fine,” Missy crossed her arms and glared at her friend as if to challenge her. “You keep on pretending that you don’t want to suck his dick and I will continue knowing that you do.“

"Why am I even friends with you?” Maya groaned more to herself than anything.

“You’re just salty that I’m right.”


During last period, Colton decided that he was going to have another temper tantrum. Lucas was hanging on to him for the day, so he had to leave Mr. Matthews’s class to try and calm the doll. It had been about five minutes before Lucas came back with a still hysterical baby and a very annoyed look on his face.

“I’m sorry Mr. Matthews,” he apologized. “The thing won’t stop crying.”

Cory looked at Maya and nodded to the door where Lucas was standing. “Go on Maya, I think your family needs you.”

Maya looked at him with a confused face. Colton had never thrown this bad of a tantrum while they were in school, so neither of them had had to leave a class before. “Okay.”

She followed Lucas out of the door and towards one of the benches in the hallway.

“I’ve tried everything again and he still won’t shut up!” Lucas sounded extremely frustrated and seemed like he wanted to throw the doll across the hallway. “I think we might have gotten a defective doll.”

Maya reached over and took the baby from Lucas’s arms. “He’s not defective, he’s just difficult.” She began to rock him and hum softly to try to soothe him. After a few moments, the crying stopped and she smiled, extremely proud of herself. She looked up to Lucas who was staring at her in awe.

“How did you do that? How did you know it would work?”

“I didn’t,” she shrugged. “My mom told me I used to cry a lot as a baby and the only thing that would get me to stop was my dad-”

Lucas nodded, understand what she couldn’t bring herself to admit. “What was that song that you were humming?”

“Moon River. It’s an old one, but it always did the trick for me.”

“I think he just hates me.”

Maya laughed and shook her head. “He doesn’t hate you, Lucas. First of all, he’s a doll. Second, no one could ever hate you because you’re just too nice of a guy. I think even plastic knows that.”

Lucas smiled at her and had that look in his eyes again that she couldn’t decipher. She wished that she could read his thoughts so that she could understand what he was feeling. “I’m glad you’re my fake child’s mom, Maya. He couldn’t have gotten more lucky.”

She felt her cheeks heat up and knew that they must be as red as a lobster right now. Luckily, before she could respond something that she would regret later on, the bell rang.

“I’ll go back and grab our stuff. I’ll meet you at your locker, okay?”

Maya nodded and watched him walk back towards the classroom before disappearing into a giant flood of students. She couldn’t help the beaming smile that found its way to her lips.

“Me too, Lucas. Me too.”

Symptoms of a spiritual awakening

Physical symptoms

1) Tingling hands or feet

2) Heart palpitations/racing heart

3) Tingling in the third eye area located in between the eyes

4) Warm palms or feet

5) Headaches, backaches and general aches and pains which are not caused by an illness

6) Changes in weight and eating habits

7) Food intolerances and allergies which was once never a problem

8) Skin eruptions, rashes, body tingling and itchy skin

9) Pain, numbness and feelings of vibration and electricity going through the body

10) Dizzy spells and a feeling of lightness

11) Feeling more tired and needing to rest a lot more than normal

12) Memory loss and forgetfulness

13) Changes in energy levels

14) A feeling of having waves of energy going through the body

15) A feeling of having brain fog

16) Feelings of pressure inside the head. Head may feel like it might explode

17) Night sweats

18) Enhancement of physical senses such as smell, sight and hearing

19) May look younger

20) Hair and nails may grow at a faster rate

21) Changes in sleep patterns. May experience restless sleep and waking up two or three times during the night

22) Changes in bowel movements. May have bouts of diarrhea

23) Sinus and ear trouble

Emotional symptoms

1) Sudden waves of emotions

2) Sudden feelings of sadness then happiness, depression or elation

3) A feeling of being on an emotional roller coaster ride

4) Intense mood swings

5) Supressed and forgotten memories and old stuff may suddenly resurface causing waves of sad or happy emotions

6) Emotional confusion

7) Feelings of great joy and bliss

8) Crying outbursts without a reason

9) Wanting to withdrawal from family and friends

10) Feelings of loneliness, disconnection and being different from others

11) Loss of motivation and may feel like not doing anything and feel there is no point

12) Feeling irritable, angry and impatient

13) Feeling that your life is out of control and is in a mess

Mental symptoms

1) A feeling of losing the mind

2) A feeling of going insane and losing control

3) Feelings of fear

4) May suddenly hear voices that don’t feel is coming from yourself

5) May feel like you are going crazy at times

Spiritual symptoms

1) Dreams may be more vivid and intense. May have very spiritual dreams and dreams of angels, guides and deceased loved ones

2) May suddenly be able to hear and communicate with guides, angels and deceased loved ones

3) May feel more empathetic and sensitive towards other people’s feelings

4) Questioning life and why you are here and have an intense feeling and urge to find out what your life purpose is

5) A feeling of being different suddenly from friends and family

6) May realise what your life purpose is and go on to fulfil it

7) Synchronicity and coincidences may start to occur all around you

8) A feeling of being a different person to previously

9) Paranormal activity, sensing presences, seeing guides, angels, deceased loved ones and other spirit beings and spirit lights and a higher awareness of the spiritual world

10) Feeling closer to animals and nature and at one with everything

11) Has an intense urge to find your soul mate/twinflame

12) You may start to experience conscious and spontaneous out of body experiences (OBEs)

13) Has a higher awareness, knowing and perception of things

14) You may drop old friends that you have outgrown and make new ones who feel the same way you do now

15) You may start to see colours in your mind’s eye and in peripheral vision

16) Suddenly find yourself interested in healing, crystals, tarot cards and other forms of divination and of spiritual topics

17) You may want to start taking better care of your body and start eating healthily and exercising more

18) May become aware of psychic gifts, healing abilities and other gifts that previously was unaware off and have the urge to use them

19) Has a strong urge to spread awareness and share personal experiences with others and speak your truth

20) You may experience the blue pearl-this is a tiny blue dot seen in the mind’s eye or peripheral vision or directly in front of you

21) Teachers or people who can advise and help you with your spiritual journal may suddenly turn up

22) An intense urge to discover spiritual truths and yearning for meaning and purpose

23) Wanting to make life changes, breaking old habits and routines and starting new more fulfilling things

anonymous asked:

Rivamika fandom ain't you all excited to see the first two official illustrations of Season 2 BOTH feature Levi and Mikasa together??? I hope it means we can see a lot of Ackerman contents in season 2!


We’re incredibly lucky tbh - Levi and Mikasa just happen to be the series’ most popular male and female characters, respectively, so naturally they became the poster boy and girl of Season 2!

My Rivamika senses are TINGLING. I have no doubt the anime team is going to milk the Uprising Arc and its Ackerman goodness for all it’s worth. FANSERVICE!

Thanks for the ask <333

The snow is a surprise. 

Genos hasn’t really been paying attention to the seasons. Of course not. There are more important things to do, like saving the world and caring for his sensei as well as improving his strength and abilities for revenge, oh and finding new delicious recipes to cook! So when Genos is stuffing the trash into the garbage can before the house, the soft fluff of white hitting his nose is more than just a little baffling. A snowflake, his sensors and eyes tell him. Wait. 

A look at the calendar sheet when he’s back inside has him speechless for a second. Oh. So that’s what it is. 

“Sensei,” he says, migrating into the living room where his sensei is lounging before the TV, eyes firmly glued to the screen. “It’s Christmas tomorrow.” 

Saitama glances over his shoulder. “I know.” He doesn’t move his body, only tilting his head a bit to give Genos a questioning look. “So?”

“Don’t you celebrate?” Genos can’t hold back a smile. Christmas is warmth and happiness, nice food with beloved ones and decorating the tree with his family -

“I used to.” Right. They’re not here anymore. He’ll never forget. Genos sits down at the table and takes out his notes. His sensei keeps watching him, and for a long while, nothing else but the TV’s noise interrupts the silence. 

“It means a lot to you, doesn’t it,” Saitama then mumbles. “Sorry?” Genos asks, he couldn’t hear what his sensei was saying. 
“Nothing.” - “Sensei?” - “It’s fine, Genos. I’m going to sleep. Don’t stay up too late.” - “Yes, sensei. Good night.” - “…night.”

The new morning is uncomfortably loud. Genos’ senses tingle him awake with an alarming shudder running down his spine. He jolts up from his resting position, heat gathering in the palm of his hand. Last night, he’s fallen asleep on the small table, and now a monster or something is attacking his sensei - the noise is coming from the kitchen! 

Genos bursts into the room with all his weapons ready. “Sensei, I’m here - “ 

But there is no monster. 
A green plastic tree gleams in golden and red lights on the stove top. It’s not taller than two feet, and there’s a makeshift star out of gold spraypaint and cardboard sitting on the top. The Christmas tree’s baubles are blown-up plastic bags that look like they’ve been plastered with old newspapers and coloured with beetroot juice. A row of cheap fairy lights is stuck around the tree’s artificial branches and plugged into the outlet where the mixer usually stands. 

And next to the stove, his sensei stands, wearing a santa hat and holding a small plate of what looks like Genos’ favourite store-bought cookies. The tiny radio plays Christmas music, some English song about going home for the holidays. 

“Merry Christmas,” Saitama says. “It’s not much, but I thought we could-” 

Genos knows that he will have to apologize for spilling oil all over his sensei’s shoulder later. But right now, he doesn’t care. His arms wrap around Saitama, his body shuddering from something that would have been sobs if any noise came out of his mouth. “There, there,” Saitama mumbles and lets him be, one hand sliding onto Genos’ hip to hold him, gentle and a bit awkward. “It’s not much, I know. I’m sorry. I hope you still like it?”

“It’s everything,” Genos whispers and smiles. Oil falls from his cheeks. “M-merry Christmas, sensei.”

anonymous asked:

why do you (and anyone else rly) ship imasugi what happens to them i need to know i cant wait till the scans are released

do you really want to know how my heart broke because of imasugi because it p much hurts but it’s also very beautiful (and it’s canon)

but im not really good with words so it may not be very understandable but here you go (and my translations are very rough so don’t trust them)

(spoilers ahead i guess)

(and very long post and heavy images ahead)

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Belum - Onew

I wonder if anyone noticed if these stories were connected? c;

This is something I’ve been planning for a very long time - the coffee shop universe. Short little drabble stories all centered around patchwork set-ups with one central pair making these meetings happen. This story explains it all. 

I hope you enjoy and re-read some of the older ones!

Promulgate / Kairos / Akrasia / Craic / Belum

In which it’s kind of your job to know things, but this time, you’ve failed.

Playing matchmaker for your stupid friends has to be the most tiring thing in the whole wide world.

You have to be so precise with everything. There’s timing to consider, habitual tendencies, personalities, the relationship status of the other person, and, of course, how to approach said person without appearing to be creepy, stalkery, or just plain embarrassing. It’s kind of a headache being all creative and stuff, though you haven’t really had to use much of that. 

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OB SEASON 3 RECAP: The Weight of This Combination

ORPHAN BLACK IS ORPHAN BACK KIDDOS! This is so exciting. I am so excited. Look at me. I’m shaking.

Last season we opened a whole slew of doors with

A. CHARLOTTE (who we didn’t see in this episode)

and B. CASTOR (who we definitely saw).

It’s been a long hiatus so let’s just get to it, shall we?

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Because Sam sees it coming...

re: Sam to Crowley “Shut the hell up and get off my lawn.”

(written out mostly for agelade since she’s spending more time here than talking to me. LOL)

Sam is an empathetic person.  He DOES care.  Even after everything, he was the one who convinced Deaners to back off the Fishtaco (peruvian fat sucker) and Garth when Dean was planning to hack and slash both. Sam does still have a heart.  So why doesn’t he have a heart for Crowley, the demon he spent hours with in a church, who had his own blood churning through him, who once pleadingly asked how he could even start to ask for forgiveness when forgiveness is something Sam’s always desperately wanted for himself?

Why is it that recently all Sam has for Crowley is “Shut the hell up,” and “The only reason you are alive is to deal with a worse evil”?

In my observation, it’s because of a few very important things which all boil down to one major umbrella:

Sam sees Crowley manipulating Dean for his own ends, has been there and done that himself, carries a lot of residual guilt from it, and does not want to see Dean go down that path.  

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Summary: Prompt from @jodymadison who wanted a fic and I couldn’t resist. Len and Sara trapped in the Waverider, hiding and facing grave danger. Or a typical Tuesday for the Legends of Tomorrow.

A/N: I started out writing this as a simple little fic and a few pages later I was like okay, multi chapters, awesome. Thanks bros!

Chapter One


There was a reason Leonard had spent many a day in his spare time looking over every single bolt of the Waverider. He was a man who always had an exit. He knew where any means of escape at any time would be. He always had an out.

So of course when choosing rooms to dwell in, he chose a room with a rather loose metal grate that with a little time and a screwdriver, was an easy exit to the small duct underneath. It was probably meant for maintenance, a lot of wiring and only enough room to crawl on your stomach, but enough to be useful when your Spidey Senses are tingling like a crazy ass bitch.

His eyes instantly went to his floor of his room as Sara sat lazily looking at her cards, another one of their many games already in motion. She had come to see him while they waited for Rip and news about the Time Council. Despite their protests over being unable to go to 2016, Leonard and Mick had understood why Dr. Stein had to put Jax first and had clearly not put the rest of the crew at all in his thoughts. They had easily forgiven him, despite their wish to leave the ship and Rip’s insane mission.

One long fight later, they were waiting around for news that this was all over. Sara had decided to stay with Snart and give a very detailed account of her captaining abilities and he was more than happy to oblige her as a listener.

But that feeling crept up again. That deep rooted sense of Fight or Flight. That feeling he got when things were going sideways. This instinct had always saved his life before. He had developed it watching his father. He could sense before he even came in through the front door if a beating was in his future. He had really learned to make Lisa go to a friend’s house for the night when he could predict this outcome ahead. It was something that had never left him.

So when Alexa went screaming through his head, he didn’t wait for Sara to ask him what that meant, he turned, grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her forward. She was about to attack him in self-defense but he put a finger to his lips, warning her to listen. Then they heard the footsteps. He motioned to the floor and she moved to the edge of the bed, ready to fight as Leonard ducked down and started to open the hole in the floor. She looked at the door as they were coming down the hall now, gathering everyone. Leonard pulled open the grate and ushered to her.

“Sara, come on,” he whispered and she shook her head.

“The others!” she protested.

“It’s got to be the Time Masters, they’re coming,” he said, standing up and reaching out for her. They heard voices outside of the door. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the grate. “Clearly we’re surrounded,” he said, his lips almost touching her ear for how close they were. “Live to fight another day.”

She nodded, turning and getting into the duct now without another word on the subject. If they were coming, it meant that Rip was captured and they had to be able to think about the big picture. Everyone had to have been taken since there weren’t any shots fired, meaning no resistance. Everyone was alive for the most part.

She moved into the duct, sliding on her stomach and army crawling her way down the shaft, looking over her shoulder to see Leonard following. He grabbed the grate and pulled it overhead, locking it in place and the doors of his room suddenly burst open.

“Clear!” one of the soldiers said, looking around as another entered behind them, the small room ransacked in an instant. They saw the pile of cards.

“There was someone here,” one of the soldiers said, “They couldn’t have gone far.”

Leonard was grateful they assumed that they went out the front door and not down, which was a typical logic for someone who wasn’t trying to escape. He turned and looked at Sara, nodding for her to keep going.

She crawled and they heard more noise as they moved, trying to be as quiet as possible. They finally reached the end of the long crawlspace and stopped, Leonard moving in close, listening. The ship was cleared. They must have gotten everyone off. And he knew that once everyone was together, they would do a head count and realize they were two cards shy of a full deck.

They had to hurry.

He moved close to Sara, his body now having to be practically on hers as he leaned in, talking quietly in her ear.

“Okay, this leads to the medical bay, we just need to get through that grate there, and see if Gideon knows if there are any more of those guys on the ship.”

She nodded, not caring that he was pressed against her, this was survival right now.

“We need to make sure that the ship can fly too, if the Waverider isn’t going anywhere, none of us are,” she said, and they started to work on the screws keeping the grate in front of them closed.

After a good few minutes, they were through the grate and into the med bay, taking care to be silent and Sara got out first, checking the hall. She nodded as Leonard crawled out and got to his feet.

“Gideon,” he asked in a quiet voice, the computer not registering it.

“Mr. Snart!” she said pleasantly, apparently surprised to hear he was not captured. “You and Miss Lance have evaded the Time Police!”

“Yeah, and we don’t want them finding us,” he said harshly, the computer lowering her voice.

“Oh, sorry, of course.”

“Gideon, are they still on the ship?” he asked and after a brief pause she replied.

“My scanners do not detect any other life forms except for yourself and Miss Lance.”

“Good,” Leonard said, standing up and nodding to Sara, who lowered her guard and walked over.

“Well this all just went to hell in a hand basket. What happened?” she asked.

“The Time Council has taken Captain Hunter and the rest of the crew into custody,” Gideon explained and Leonard sighed.

“What did Rip do this time?” he growled.

“It would seem that the Time Council and the Time Masters are working with Vandal Savage.”

Leonard and Sara looked at each other, surprised.


“Great, now we’re in serious trouble,” Leonard said, and Sara started pacing, looking angry.

“What are we going to do now? We’re in the Vanishing Point, a place run by the Time Masters reign. And there is no way to sneak out, and Gideon is still in desperate need of repair,” she said, listing off the endless list of shit that was very, very bad.

“Sara,” Leonard said, walking over to her and taking in a deep breath, “Breathe. We need a plan.”

She stopped, looking up at him.

“Okay, what’s the plan?”

“Miss Lance, Mr. Snart, I suggest hiding, the soldiers have returned.”

"A Door Opens" - Kurt/Blaine

Kurt (45) is a senior designer at a NYC fashion house.  When he discovers that his husband of almost twenty five years is having an affair and wants a divorce, Blaine (26), a new hire at the same house, is there to help him pick up the pieces.

The day that Kurt discovers his husband is cheating on him he has two major things on his schedule.

He needs to call Ari and confirm her flight details—she’d neglected to email as promised, which isn’t like her—and he has to meet with the two interview candidates who have applied for the event organizer position at work.

Instead of thinking about the email that he’d found on his and Stephen’s shared laptop, he thinks about their daughter coming home for the holiday. He thinks about the resumes that he’s supposed to be scouring. His assistant has probably done the work for him already, but he always double-checks the details himself. The fashion shows that his company puts on must be as flawless as his designs and the models who wear them, and therefore the person in charge of them has to be equally flawless.

His work is everything to him: it proves his integrity, showcases his passion, and makes him proud.

He stares at the laptop screen.

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