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Part One/Part Two, End Scene Mash Up - by Dodrio

I thought the parallel of Finn looking out to sea from the first and last parts of the Islands Miniseries did a wonderful job at portraying the wealth of emotion, growth, and new understanding Finn felt and gained from the start of his journey VS the end of his journey.

It does well to show just how much Finn has matured throughout the series, from a young and naive boy to a wiser, more aware young man.

Adventure Time is a children’s show which exemplifies what it means to truly “grow up,” that even in a world where the life of humans has come to ruin, where you sometimes feel completely and utterly alone, where real danger and real monsters are at every corner, you’re going to be okay. 

Adventure Time has taught children that while it may be trying sometimes, while it can hurt and be confusing, “growing up” is an inevitability - but one you should not be fearful of. It’s one that you should embrace, because its worth it for the lessons you learn, the wisdom you gain, and the love and friendship you find along the way.

Ultimately, this world is not so different from our own.

Growing up is a lot like journeying to multiple islands, each one has something of value, whether it is wisdom to gain, emotional growth, or better understanding and awareness. 

You may not always come to one on purpose, sometimes it may even seem like you’ve been thrown into a tsunami and washed out from the sea, but it’s all a part of your journey of life; And even if you don’t know your destination, know that your heart and your intuition already do, and trust them to lead you on your way.

Like Princess Bubblegum says, “If you make it to that island, you might find out some pretty heavy stuff. About the humans, and where you came from. About yourself.

Thank you, Pendleton Ward, Frederator Studios, and Cartoon Network for the blessing that is Adventure Time. 

DISCLAIMER: All rights belong to their respective owners and not me. This video is meant for non-profit educational and entertainment purposes only. I don’t own Adventure Time.

Three’s a Crowd (Part 13)

Originally posted by w-t-f-yes

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9.Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13.

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Okay, so I see a lot of posts floating around Tumblr about how awful/exhausting/stressful adulthood is. They make me laugh and they’re relatable and sometimes I reblog them. The thing is, though, for me, adulthood is actually way better than being a teenager was–so I wanted to share some things I love about being an adult, just to even out the balance. I don’t think I have any teenage followers, but maybe some in their early twenties? Anyway, I don’t want people to fear adulthood, because there are amazing things about it:

–Normally, I end my evenings by sitting on my sofa in my flat in pleasant solitude, drinking herbal tea and reading and listening to that morning’s Essential Classics on Radio 3. This should be the dictionary definition of bliss.

–Even though I have experienced bullying as an adult as well as when I was a child/teenager, I feel like my internal resources for dealing with it are better now and growing all the time. I no longer feel like the bad things people say to and about me define me.

–Buying my own laundry detergent means I can finally pick one that I’m not allergic to. I am no longer 110% covered in red itches at all times.

–I have friends who are boys and my dad isn’t in my house to constantly harrass me about them.

–Last year I went to a concert of science fiction scores played by the Royal Philharmonic with someone I know slightly from church. It was the actual coolest.

–My brother and I are friends now that we live in entirely different cities. He texted me the other day for advice on his CV. It was nice.

–My friends either share my interests or love the fact that I’m so interested in those things. It’s been years since I’ve said to anyone “I learnt an interesting thing today!” and they’ve replied, flatly, “define interesting”.

–I just feel so much more like myself than I did when I was a teenager. I’m okay with hating make-up/loving Disney films/being super career-driven/being great with kids, and the fact that those things would seem to make me a contradiction, and that I’m actually just me.

–My mum keeps defending my right to be single to anyone who tries to commiserate with her about the fact that she doesn’t have grandbabies. Adulthood, for me, has meant becoming friends with my mum.

–I know enough about myself and the world now to realise that understanding social/relational stuff is a real weak point of mine. When I don’t understand those things now, I say “I don’t understand this” to my friends, and they help me without laughing at me. (Then I help them with their CVs and knowing where their apostrophes belong. Turn and turn about is fair play).

–Enough bad things have come and gone in my life that I know dark seasons will pass, and even the things that aren’t temporary (my dad will probably never not be a borderline-homeless misogynistic conspiracy theorist again) are just part of my life, not the whole of it. They don’t consume me. When awful things happen, I am sad for a few weeks or months, but I know that one day I will be not sad for a while, and that is worth hanging on for. This is something I never could have known when I was a teenager, because not enough bad things had come and gone from my life.

–I would not trade the worst day of my last six months (which was awful and heartbreaking and I think I literally cried for 24 hours straight) for any day from my life aged 11-16. I have been sad, this year, but I also knew it would pass. It gets better. It gets so much better.


God I’m late. I’m sooo late! Aaaahh! I managed to finish this today so I can print it later ( later is like. 10 hours because it’s almost 3 am )

This is going to my wardrobe door!


Umi is such a precious skell. He’s sweet, nice, cute, he changed mine and Ice’s life forever. And the most important. He belongs to one of the most important person to me. I love you so much girl. You have no idea how much I love you. You helped to go through a lot of hard stuff. And helped me solve my problems. You’re more than a friend to me. I consider you as family. I love you. Keep being amazing and awesome just the way you are

@foreverafterall or how I call you. Mom

The memories that hurt-Justin bieber imagine(mature)

Justin leaves Y/N due to his career. Y/N misses him.

He was gone for about 1 month now. When he left me, the first week was like hell, my mind fell deep into the pits of the devils. Still to this day, I still sometimes feel the memories at the back of head, continuing to bang against the door, wanting to appear in my life again as if it was wanting to destroy any self control i had left. 

Laying here right now, alone and silently made my head begin to spin a thousand miles per second. The feeling of his warm body beside mine whenever I woke up along his soft tender kisses against my face as he always loved to tickle me with. I missed his playfulness, his high raspy laugh whenever I cracked a joke and the way we could say whatever we wanted with each other. I missed the lazy moments we spent together, us being lazy after our many sex session as we laid in bed until 12pm. But want I missed most after 1 month without him was his touch, so tender and memorable making me remember every detail as clear as if it was replayed on TV over and over again. 

The way his lips kissed my body, the way they made me fall apart instantly, making my body whither against his affection. His mouth feeling so amazing and pleasurable as they touch my inner thighs ever so lightly. I unknowingly bring my fingers under the white thick blankets and graze them ever so slightly above the thin material of my panties. Loving the feeling, I continue my the self torture. I shiver as the touch now feeling so foreign to me begin to bubble up in my lower stomach as I continue to rub myself. My mind begins to travel back in time, the times when he could make me lose my mind with his finger just rubbing against my core. I moan out his name, whining for his thick fingers to penetrate me. 

“More,” I whine out to him desperately. I close my eyes softly and start to imagine his fingers pleasuring me instead. I quickly push my panties to the side, just enough or my to stick a single finger in. I groan out instantly, loving the feeling of my finger against my tight walls. Even though I hadn’t seen him for a month, the feeling instantly brought me back to all the times he would plunge his fingers into me, always bringing me to my orgasm within a few minutes. I continue to stimulate myself to my high, pushing my finger into my core not stopping until I feel my well deserved high. I lift my hips of the bed, clutching onto the bedsheets as I let go. I open my watery eyes, tears beginning to slide down my eyes. I began to let out my muffled cries as I turn my body and clutch myself to his large t shirt I was wearing. 

“Y/N?” a familiar voice travels from outside my bedroom. I instantly open my eyes. 

“Hey,” he greets me softly with a warm smile as he steps into my room. I open to see him looking back at me with wide eyes. He looked healthy and happy as he stands there at the end of my bed. With a large black hoodie and shorts on with his hands tucked in as he stood there staring at me. 

“Uh, I came to collect the rest of my stuff,” He says gently as he begins to kneel down to collect his belongings. I wipe my tears pathetically with the back of my hand. I was stupid enough think he would come back for me, for us, for our relationship. I feel more tears at the back of my eyes, threatening to fall any second. I sit up quickly, bringing my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my knees. 

“Are you ok?” He gently asks me, his voice sounding concerned. He steps closer until he is standing right next to me, his body so close to mine as he looks down at me. I glance up at him before looking down at my knees again. 

“Yea-h” I finally say as I look up to meet his eyes again. My voice unstable and broke like my glass in a million pieces against my rough throat, cutting deeply into it. 

“Only cause we broke up, doesn’t mean I dont care about you Y/N.” he says seriously before sitting down on my bed. I turn my head away from his gaze as the tears suddenly poured out. I rushed my hands up to cover up my mistake. He suddenly takes me by my wrists and pulls back to face him. He stares at my crying face, makeup ruined and black as it runs down my cheeks. 

“Hey hey hey, don’t cry,” He says in a soft tone, hoping to calm me down. My emotions began to pour out my me, unable to hold them in any longer. Although I felt many emotions bulit up inside of me but with his soft voice and comfort he was showing me right now, I spit out my undeniable love for him. 

“I miss you,” I whisper in a cracked voice, my mouth dry as I continue to whimper. I was never the type to be the first to admit anything but with his touch so tender and warm against me, it made me feel weak and lost without him. Wanting him closer to me, I needily kiss me. His lips, soft and tender, responding to mine perfectly. 

“Justi-n” I beg breathlessly. I slightly pull away from him, not to far to miss his body heat but just enough to look into at his face. 

“Make me forget,” I whisper desperately before grabbing him by his thick hoodie and pulling him onto the bed. He hovers above me, his intense eyes on me. The stare he gave me made me tingle in heat, giving me motivation to please him more. I climb on top of his body, his legs in between mine as I support my body with my knees and quickly remove the large tshirt over my head. With my body exposed and his intense stare, it didn’t make me shy like usual but instead me confident. I glance down at him to see him looking right back at me, his eyes racking over exposed skin. 

He looked like he was desperate as I was for him. I desperately hoped he needed this as much as I did, that he still loved me as much as i loved him. 

I begin to stradle him as he sits up, the hardness in his pants obviously evident as i feel it against my clothed core. I quickly began to take my panties off, wanting to feel him already against me. I struggle, my legs getting in the way, my hands not cooperating. I pant heavily, desperation dripping off my voice. He sees me struggling and decides to help me out. He pushes me back onto the bed, my head falling into the white thick blankets. My hair making a mess, slighty covering my eyes. He easily slips my thin panties off down my legs, my dripping core bare for his eyes. He leans down on his knees, his face directly in front of my heat. 

“You smell so good, so wet,” He whispers deeply, his voice almost taunting me. He quickly dives in, his mouth lapping over my core, jucies covering his pink lips and it begins to drip down his chin. 

“So delicious,” he pulls away as he swipes his tongue around the his bottom and upper lip, “God i miss this taste.” 

I see him stare back into my eyes, not missing my reaction as he leans in, back to his meal. I feel his tounge licking up, eating me out so deeply, making my lower stomach tighten. 

“Oh my go-d” I whine out, unable to hold the pleasure in any longer. I open my mouth slighty, panting breathlessy as I look down at him with lazy eyes. 

“You like that baby?” he taunts me, eyes peering right at mine. Too focused on the pleasure he’s giving me I whine out as a repsone. He suddenly grips the back of my ankles roughly, pushing them until they hit the back of thighs, the cool air instantly hitting my core, making me gasp at the feeling. He leans down, insteading of contiuing to finsihing my near orgasm, he starts to kiss the inside of my thighs. The juices that leaked down my thighs, he begins to lick it up, feeling his heaving breathing against my core. I whine out desperately, wanting his lips on my again. 

“Mhmm, what do you want baby?” He asks in a teasing voice. I thrust my hips up, hoping to get his attention back to my heat. He uses his strong strength and pushes me back onto the bed. 

“Answer me Y/N,” he says roughly, his voice deep. My mind begins to spin, the pleasure so intense making me into a desperate mess. 

“Fuck me,” I spit out uncontrollably, “please.” 

My voice in a whiney voice, wanting nothing but for him to take me to my high like he always did. The feeling he bought me in seconds, the feeling that made my legs weak, the feeling that made my head spin out of control. He stares at me, eyes shades deeper than before. 

“Fuck this,” he breathes heavily, “I need you so bad Y/N.” 

He kneels back up, ripping off his thick hoodie over his head, revealing his toned chest, with his structured body i missed so much. He didn’t even wear anything underneath his jumper I instantly hope he didn’t wear anything underneath his shorts either. I continue to stare at his shorts, his bulge obvious standing out, I reach out and roughly feel him. He felt so hard and ready, I greedily yank his shorts down, along with his boxers, reveling his hard shaft, glistening down with liquid at the tip. I harshly run my finger along it, his member instantly twitching at my touch. He chucks his hoodie off his arms and onto the ground before returning back to me, to see his shorts off.

“So impatient, what’s gotten into you Y/N?” he teases me with a smirk.

He seems to be his old self again, making it seem like nothing even happened between us. I grip his shaft a bit harder, tugging into it and bringing my mouth to taste him. I wrap my lips around him, missing his thickness between my mouth. 

“Mhmm,” I mumble against him, the vibrations making him release a deep groan. I continue to suck on him, determine to bring him to his high, to have him shaking above me. 

“Stop Y/N, “ he breathes out. He pulls away from me. I look up at him in confusion. 

“I won’t last any longer and I want to make you feel good today.” He speaks, reminding me this was only a one night stand. I quickly wrap my legs around his torso, pushing his body into me, his shaft rubbing against my core. “Justi-n,” I whine, wanting him to penerate me already. He was desperate for me as I was for him. Nothing had changed, we both needed each other as if we were still together right now. He plunges into me, his thick shaft streching my tight walls making me wail out in pain. Without any thing inside of me for so long, feeling him inside so big and thick, making me wail out in pain. 

“So tight,” he groans out, “god i missed the feeling of you.” 

“Me too,” I moan out for him. He suddenly dives into me faster, never missing a second, his shaft drilling into me in a inhumanely pace. I feel myself coming close to my high, I clench around his shaft, feeling the fullness of him inside of me, restricting me from clenching my core. I let go, my orgasming washing over my body as I raise my body off the bed. 

Not a second later, his thrusts began to come sloppy. I feel him let go inside of me, a deep growl escaping his lips. He looked so amazing as he let go, this was a sight it’ll miss. I pull his face into a depserate his, my breath heavy agaisnt his, our deep breaths mixing against each others face. I close my eyes, kissing him one last time.


Pairing: Michael x Reader

Words Count:  1 409

Warning: Smut,Strong Language, Boss!AU 

“Finally!” I said to myself while leaning against my chair. I finally finish my paperwork for the day.

Suddenly, a knock place on my door. The door open and reveal my friend, Y/f/n “Hi Y/f/n” I greet her

“______, Mr Clifford wants to see you” Y/f/n said. I sigh “What does he want?” I ask her “I don’t know, he didn’t say anything” She reply and I groan

“I guess I can see him later” I said and she giggle “He wants to see you now” She said and I groan in annoyance “Okay, fine” I said “Thanks by the way” I said “No problem” she said and left.

I get up from my chair and walked towards his offfice.

Knock. Knock

“Come in!” Mr Clifford voice shout from the other side of the door. I twist the door knob and open it

“You want to see me, Mr Clifford?” I ask him while closing the door behind me “Ah yes, Miss __Y/l/n_!” He exclaim excitingly while fixing his hair.

“What do you want?” I ask him politely “Well, I don’t want anything” He said and I give him a confuse look “Why did you call me then?” I ask him with  furrow

“I need something” He said and look at me straight in the eyes “What is it?” I ask him.

He didn’t say anything. I walk towards him and he pulls me onto his lap.

He starts to rub his crotch at my heat “M-Mr C-Clifford” I stutter “Yes baby girl?” He ask, still rubbing his hard at my heat “What are you doing?” I moan

“I’m sorry, baby girl” He said while kissing my neck slowly “You’re always busy so you hardly pay attention to me” He explain.

“And I’m kinda jealous to see you talking to other guys when it’s your free time” He continue

“Why don’t you come to me?” He ask “Why don’t you talk with your assistant slut? She seems interested” I said “She’s different! She’s not you, ______” He whine

He start to kiss my neck and suck at my sweet spot “M-Michael” I moan.

“Yes?” He ask not leaving my neck “S-stop it, you’re gonna leave hickeys everywhere” I said and he chuckle

“So?” He said “Let the whole office know that your belong to me” He said and starts to rub my heat with his hand “Let my assistant know that your belong to me” He said.

“Get up” He demands so I stand up from his lap and he immediately spun me around and crash his lips on mine

“Pay attention to me more” He moan against my lips “Mike” I moan.

He soon break the kiss “Strip baby girl” He said. I slowly unzipping my dress and let it fall from my body and only leaving my undergarments

“Bend over the desk” He demand. He walked over the desk and push his stuff off the desk without even caring if it’s important or not.

I walked towards the desk and slowly
bend over the desk like he demand. His fingers suddenly meet my heat “You’re so wet for me, baby girl” He said as he starts to rub faster.

I moan. Michael push my panties to the side not even bothering to take it off and insert his finger in me.

“Mike” I moan “What is it, baby girl?” He ask mischievously “F-faster please” I begged

“Begged harder” He said with a sly smirk “Michael please! please! please do it faster! please! Mr Clifford please” I begged

“Fuck” He cuss under his breath and move his finger faster “You’re so tight” He mumble

He insert another digit in and move even faster “Holy shit! I’m cumming!” I moan but Michael pulls his finger out “What the fuck!?” I shout as I look at him

“Patient, baby” He said as he pulls my panties down “Look at this” He said while teasing my entrance “It’s so beautiful” He said

He move his hand to my back and unclasp my bra “How can I get this lucky?” He said

I then heard his zipper “Ready?” He ask and I nodded. He takes a condom out of his pocket and slide it on his hard.He began to thrust in me slowly “Michael” I moan “You’re so tight baby girl” He said and thrust a little faster “Holy Shi-” I bite my lips.

“Michael, I’m cumming” I said and he slap my bum “Hold it” He demand. I whine “Please Mr Clifford” I begged and he groan “Fucking wait” He said and slap my bum again “I’m gonna explode, Mike please!” I moan but only to get a slap again

The room wasn’t close to be quite because of our skin slapping against each other. He began to thrust deeper in me “Michael please” I moan “I said fucking wait, baby girl” He said and slap my bum

“Mike, I can’t hold it” I whine. He moved one of his hand to my clit and make a figure eight on it “Now” He said and we release at the same time

“We should do that sometimes” He patted

Knock. Knock

“Mr Clifford~” His assistant said from the other side of the door. I grab my clothes and put the on while Michael fix his. I was about to leave but Michael hold my waist and pull him on his lap

“Stay” He said and the door open to reveal his assistant “What is she doing here?” She ask “Well, this is _____ my girlfriend” Michael said and peck my cheeks “I thought she was a coworker?” His assistant said “Yes she is but she’s also my girlfriend” Michael said and his assistant huffed

“What are you guys doing anyway?” She ask while crossing her arms against her chest just to show her boobs “Well, you suppose to know it by now” Michael said “Everybody in this office know” I said

“Well, I don’t know!” She said ‘This bitch ask too many question’ I thought as I rolled my eyes “We have sex… there” Michael said.

Well, he can be straight forward. I’ll give you that. His assistant eyea went wide and run out of the office “I love you, ____” He said and I smile “I love you more” I said and he chuckle “Impossible”

Why preternatural abilities don’t produce results in a lab...

Ok. So I’m some sort of clairsentient/empathic thingie (I have yet to find a term that feels exact to me), and I was giving thought into why all tests on preternatural abilities like these have either an inconclusive or negative result.

Before we go any further, some info on where I’m coming from. I’m a practicing secular witch, but I spent the vast majority of my life as a hard-line atheist skeptic. I didn’t WANT to believe in this. There were two reasons for that.

One, I grew up with an extremely ugly incarnation of religion, and being young, I associated all unprovable beliefs with religion. In other words, I had a sort of “political” opposition to religion from a young age.

Two, I started exhibiting clairsentience/empathic abilities extremely young. And people got very angry at me. They felt violated by me, because I was a kid and I just tactlessly said whatever popped into my head. I felt shame for that and I had no one to guide me, and I spent the next 20 years of my life trying SO INCREDIBLY HARD to bury my abilities.

In short, my hard-line skepticism was half political, and half self-denial.

My firm embarkment on the path, after a decade of waffling, represents the moment I just couldn’t deal with the self-denial anymore, basically. I had to learn to control it, or it was going to control me. 20 years of denial didn’t make it go away.


I STILL BELIEVE that science must be empirical, repeatable, and as objective as realistically possible. If those criteria aren’t met, IT’S NOT SCIENCE.

You will never see me trying to twist quantum physics to suit my beliefs. You will never see me posting discredited studies to suit my beliefs.

My beliefs function on personal gnosis. That is good enough for me. I don’t need to twist science to justify myself. I have no problem admitting that it currently has no scientific backing.

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist – clearly. It just means it has no scientific backing.

Ok. That out of the way, what you slogged through all that to get to: why preternatural abilities don’t show up on scientific tests.

I am going to start out by giving you physical evidence of a recent occasion this happened to me. And then we’re gonna talk about it. Timestamps included. We jumped to text because he was out of data, so we used text when he was at work.

The convo is with my partner, whom I call Wolf on here. Anon is someone he cares about. The blocked personal info is, well… personal. It’s stuff I knew about the situation surrounding Anon and some hard stuff going on in her life.

So let’s look at what happened here and deconstruct it a bit. I’ll tell you how I processed it in my head.

Completely out of nowhere, something in my head went, “Anon. Anon. ANON. ANON! ANON!! Bad stuff, bad stuff, bad stuff…”

This is weird for me. Anon and I actually don’t get on all that well. We don’t talk. I’m perfectly content to leave it that way. So I know nothing about her, other than really major stuff Wolf tells me if it affects his time. I don’t get the day-to-day about her at all.

You can see here my apologetic nature and me being all scared of him getting angry, learned from years of having people get mad at me for snooping around in their heads. But you can also see that I’m just spit-balling. I don’t really know what’s going on. I just know it’s something about Anon, and it’s bad. So I simply guessed it was something related to Anon’s mother, because I knew stuff had happened to her mother a while ago, so I thought maybe that had re-emerged.

The reality? She and Wolf had a disagreement that stressed Wolf out.

So why didn’t I get Wolf in my head? Why did I only get Anon?

Because Wolf is the one I’m tethered to. I care about him, which means my intuitive wiring is very connected to him, whereas it isn’t to Anon. Oddly enough, this can create a blind spot to the person I’m connected to. When they think “I”, I think “I” too. This has created some really horrible bouts of anxiety for me, where I think something that’s happening to someone else is happening to me. But in this case, I knew for certain it wasn’t related to me, because I don’t talk to Anon. So that just leaves Anon.

I’m getting the message from Wolf’s head, from his perspective. And he’s not thinking “I, Wolf, had a disagreement with Anon.” He’s thinking, “This stuff Anon did or said, feelings, feelings, feelings.” His thoughts are about her, not himself. And he’s also not thinking in linear sentences, because thoughts don’t work like that. He’s just generally thinking “Anon + bad feelings.” So Anon + bad feelings is all I got.


How the fuck do you stick that in a lab?

Like, do you see how complicated this is?

In the minds of scientists, they see things like clairsentience as if it were sort of a card trick. And if I say “I can do this card trick,” I should be able to do it no matter what deck of cards you give me, or where I am when I do it. It shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t make any difference whether I’m doing the card trick out there, or in this lab, because the laws of physics never change. Right?

Except that’s not how it works.

This isn’t a card trick, and it’s not based on physics. It’s a complex interaction between my senses, my feelings, and the world around me, which results in me receiving muddled messages into my brain.

How much I care about the person has an impact. What mood I’m in has an impact. What else is going on around me has an impact.

Sometimes I’m more accurate than this. Sometimes I’m less. Sometimes I miss the message entirely. Sometimes it’s so intense that it causes physical pain. Sometimes I get it for strangers. Sometimes I don’t. Depends what it is, how protected I am, on and on and on.

And then on top of that, you add in that the thing I’m reading isn’t even a good way of communicating. It’s thoughts tumbling through someone’s head, in flashes of color and single words or phrases. I don’t get nice pretty sentences typed out with good grammar. I get popped in the head by a bunch of rushing nonsense that I have to try to make sense of.

If you stick me alone in a room and say “Tell me what shapes this stranger in some other room is looking at,” who I have no connection to, who is sending me a message that isn’t important and they don’t even care about, and asking me to do something I CAN’T DO (i.e. see messy random thoughts as pretty, perfectly rendered pictures) of course I’m not going to do well. I mean, unless you think I am psychically aware of EVERYTHING that ever happens to EVERYONE on the entire planet, why the hell would you expect me to?

I don’t watch 60fps movies in my head of whatever that guy over there is thinking. Thoughts don’t work like that – either his or mine. I get a bunch of a random stuff in random order from people I’m invested in, or when my nervous system is triggered.

I mean, do you think in perfect video and poetic sentences? I don’t. It’s just a bunch of messy bullshit. The only difference between my head and yours, is that some of the thoughts in my head don’t belong to me, and are therefore a bit harder to understand. But it’s the same messy bullshit everyone else has.

Trying to stick clairsentience in a lab is like trying to stick “friendship” in a lab. How do you even do that?

It’s not a card trick. It’s a description of a concept, composed of complex interactions.

I would love to find some kind of way to scientifically test this. But as someone who experiences this phenomenon, it’s obvious to me why the method we currently use doesn’t render results.

It’s because they’re thinking of preternatural abilities as if they were simple card tricks. In reality, like all senses, they’re highly complex.

Too Late (Peter Parker x Reader) 1/2

Prompt: “Can I have a spider one shot? Where the reader is a new teen at Peter’s school and he ends up being put in a group with her. And he slowly figures out that he loves her. But before he can tell her she is kidnapped” (requested)

Word Count: 2,438

Warnings: flashbacks are in italics

A/N: I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF, LOOK AT HOW LONG THIS IS. Also, there is not a lot of conversation in here, I don’t know why but I like to describe a lot, sorry if it bothers someone! I’m surely going to put more conversations on the next part. Thanks to @rosequeensiera   for requesting this, also, thanks for being around my blog a lot, I love knowing that you like my stuff <3<3

(Gif is not mine, it belongs to @irenelair , I found it there)

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Peter Parker’s POV (third person)

After everything that happened in Germany he thought he could never be the same person again, after all, he was in the middle of a battle with Iron Man and Captain America, he was part of something way bigger than his little “missions” as Spiderman, but his hopes of becoming an Avenger crashed when Mr. Stark told him that he had to stay low and return to his everyday routine.

He knew that was the wiser thing he could do, if something went wrong and if someone knew who Spiderman is, it would put his loved ones in danger, aunt May included, and he was not going to risk her just so he could be a hero, so, his little missions at night will have to do for now, apart from that, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to handle the fame, as well as Mr. Stark, did, the only thought of him facing all those reporters scared him, even remembering how Ned found out about him being Spiderman made him cringe, and it will haunt him for life.

“Aunt May is gonna kill me if she finds out” he thought and trying to come up with a plan on how to enter his room without anyone noticing is how the brilliant idea of climbing the side of the building and entering his room from the window, silently thanking his past self for letting it open when he got out the same way.

As he made his way and passed the window he didn’t expect to hear the sound of something crashing onto the ground and when he turned his head to the source of the sound he saw Ned sitting on his bed with his eyes wide open and his jaw dropped, almost immediately he fell to the ground, gracefully standing on his feet and tried to take the suit off, but Ned stand up and moved closer to him, same surprised expression on his face.

“You are the Spiderman” he affirmed with a whisper, probably trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“No, I’m not” his voice sounded as desperate as his attempt of taking the suit off as quickly as possible “I’m not” he repeated, and said the first thing that came to his mind “This is just a costume” and, oh god, he knew how stupid he looked standing up in front of his best friend with the suit on his hand, almost naked with nothing more than his underwear to cover the little drop of dignity that he had.

“Dude, you were on the ceiling!” he pointed at the ceiling with his finger, still not taking his eyes away from him and he knew that he couldn’t hide it from him, even with his lame excuses.

“O-ok yes, I’m Spiderman” he responded and brushed his hand against his face “but you have to promise me that you will not tell anybody, please, Ned” he desperately begged.

“And who will I tell? You are my only friend!” he knew it was true, and he trusted Ned, so he simply nodded.

When he came back to Queens he knew it was time to go back to school, he was glad that he wasn’t popular and knew that no one noticed his absence, apart from Ned, who he was sure that was going to ask a hell lot of questions about it; he also didn’t expect anything new to happen at his high school, nothing could surprise him now, not after everything that he lived.

As he walked through the crowded halls of the school afterward his first classes, making his way to the cafeteria, his mind was on the battle and how he could improve his skills, he knew he kinda sucked there and if he wanted to eventually become an Avenger he had to get better at a certain point.

“It was time that I see your face around here, I was starting to think that the field trip with Tony Stark was a lie and that you simply gave up on life” Ned joked when he sat down next to him on one of the tables that were always empty, no one dared to sit down next to the nerds and ruin their reputation.

“Wow, thanks, Ned, now I know how low are your thoughts on me” he placed his notebooks on the table along with his cellphone and he wished he could continue to watch videos of Spiderman on Youtube and try to see how he could improve but that would be too risky.

“Any important news while I was away?” he asked while he placed his head on his hand for support and he looked sideways at Ned, who was making a face as he was thinking and snapped quickly when he remembered something.

“Oh yeah, there’s a new girl, she’s really how” he smirked at him which made him chuckle.

“Ned, how is that important? She will never even speak to me or you for that matter”

Ned’s shoulders dropped at his statement and he felt a little guilty for sounding so harsh but they both knew it was true.

“I know, but I can dream, right?” he cocked an eyebrow at him “there’s still a chance for you, thought, for what I know she is in most of your classes”

“You are such a creep, Ned” he furrowed his brows at his friend’s new information; she had to be really pretty if he was that interested.

“Hey, if I can’t get a change you might as well take it, Peter” he paused to take a sip of his can of soda, which he didn’t notice until now “by the way, her name is (Y/N), pretty, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows and he couldn’t contain his laugh that was interrupted by the bell.

“We have to go, we wouldn’t want to be late for Ms. Kellant class you know she is quite scary”

The two of them stand up gathering all of their belongings and made their way to the classroom.

He knew it was bad to not pay attention to his class and that the teacher could catch him at any second but he couldn’t help it, he had to watch more videos, he had set his mind, he wanted to get better at the only thing that made him excited.

Ned, who was at his side, didn’t even try to tell him to stop; he tried before but only ended in him being ignored, so he just paid attention to the class taking notes because he knew that at one point he would call him and asking for them.

“Peter, you still with us?” Ms. Kellant voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he quickly shut his computer down and he recomposed himself on his seat.

“Uh yeah, yeah, s-sorry” it always made him nervous to be the center of attention, especially if someone was calling him out, especially the teacher.

“I was informing you that for your next project you will be paired with (Y/N) (L/N), so for next class, you will sit together to start preparing”

He would have answered something if it wasn’t for Ned’s elbow hitting his right side, so he just nodded.

“That’s the girl I told you before” he whispered cheerfully at him and looking at him with a smile “oh man, you are so lucky” Ned sighed and return to look at the teacher that was explaining something he didn’t hear.

He wish he could be as happy as his friend but he didn’t even know how the girl looked like, so he just started to actually pay attention to the class and before he even knew it the class was over; he started to put away his things in his backpack but stopped when he heard Ned gasp and looked at him confused but he had to look away when someone tapped on his shoulder; when he turned he saw a girl smiling at him and he felt how his breath got caught in his throat, she was really beautiful, and never a girl like that approached him before.

“Hey, I’m (Y/N) (L/N), your new partner” her smile never left her face, not even when he was stupid enough to stumble with his own words.

“H-hello, I’m P-peter Parker” she chuckled when she heard him and he was sure that he embarrassed himself.

“Yeah, I know” she said and looked down at her phone for a second before looking at him again “I have to go, but I hope that we can get to know each other better, after all the project is due in a couple of weeks, see you on next class, Peter” with that she turned and left the classroom, and that’s when he noticed that he had the same expression the whole time and his grip on the things he was holding was quite strong, and he cringed at himself yet again at himself.

“This is going to be good, really good” he heard Ned’s voice and groaned in frustration but continued to put his things in his backpack.

When he entered the Ms. Kellant class on the next day he was already sweating, he knew he had to sit with (Y/N) and talk to her and try to sound like a normal human being and not fuck up so she wouldn’t think he was a weirdo.

The classroom started to fill as people walked in and eventually, she entered as well, making her way to sit next to him and when she finally did it he could feel her perfume.

“Hi, Peter” she smiled when he looked at her and somehow that eased his nervousness.

“Hey” he answered shortly and face palmed himself mentally, this could be the opportunity to establish a conversation “how are you?” that was somehow better.

“I’m fine, thanks, kinda excited for this project, I really like chemistry” she almost whispered the last part, sounding embarrassed almost and he understood instantly, she didn’t want to sound like a nerd.

“Me too, one of my favorite subject” he smiled at her and his smile grew when she smiled with a little laugh.

And somehow things got even better from that day, they exchanged numbers and agreed to meet after school to start with the project and the first meeting would be at his house, after all, May worked during the day and she said that on her house her brothers would bother them; of course, when May found out that he would bring a girl to the house she was more than happy and excited, she even started to ask questions about her and if they were dating, but no matter how many times he reminded her that was only for a project she wouldn’t hear.

The first time she went to his house it was a little awkward at first, neither of them seemed to know what to say to each other but as time went by they were talking like they were friends forever, that day he learned a lot about her and he knew he had developed a crush on her, it was impossible not to, she had a lot of things in common with him, she was smarter than he thought and she was beautiful in every way in his eyes.

His friendship bloomed during the following weeks, they talked to each other at school almost all the time and his crush got even bigger when he introduced her to Ned and he saw how friendly he was towards his best friend, having in mind that not everyone treated them nice at school he was surprised. They texted almost every day and at any time, even at school when they weren’t together in class; and he knew his crush was shifting and he realized he was slowly falling in love with her, the way she laughed at his silly jokes, how nice she was to everybody, how much he loved her smile and especially if she was smiling at him and the way her eyes squinted when she laughed loudly; to him she was simply perfect, and he knew he was in love.

And little did he know that she was feeling the same.

That day he was a little bit more excited than usual, he and (Y/N) would go to a café near his house to study, they decided to change a little, well, he decided to change, today was the day he was going to tell her how he felt, he didn’t know where all this sudden courage came from but he was looking forward to spending time with her.

He sat down on the couch in his living room, she told him she will be there soon and they would head to the café together, he was checking his phone every 5 seconds waiting for her text, her last message was from 5 minutes ago, he knew her house wasn’t far away from his, but he decided not to get too nervous about it; but couldn’t help to check his phone again.

(Y/N): I’ll be there soon, see you 😘

He tried to shrug off the uneasy feeling of him, something on the back of his mind was telling him that there was something wrong, so he typed quickly on his phone.

Hey, (Y/N), everything ok? 👀

He added an emoji to sound a little bit less worried or desperate, but a couple of minutes later there was still no response, he shifted a little on the couch, leaning forward and putting his hands over his knees, still holding the phone; once more, he texted her.

Did something happen?

Same as before, he waited a little in the silence of his living room, in his mind he was displaying at least 10 scenarios of what could possibly had happened, but none of them were good, she was never late before or if she was running late she would text him or call him, but yet again, he felt like something was wrong but before he could go on with his thoughts he heard his phone vibrate on his hand and the screen displayed a message; he entered his password and tapped on the message but furrowed his brows instantly at the message that only showed an address not so far from his house. He was going to reply but another messaged popped up.

(Y/N): see you there, spiderboy, don’t be late.

(Y/N): we got your girl

He felt as if the blood drained from his body and his breathing quickened, it wasn’t a joke, she didn’t know about his secret and if she knew, she wasn’t going to make a joke like this. He knew that she was in danger; he had to save her before it was too late.

* you are all the v to my b.   i’m  so bad  at  ff  but  i  like  letting  everyone  know  that  i  appreciate  you  all  so  much  which  is  why  i  made  this.  let  me  just  begin  by  saying  thank  you  and  how  much  i  love  every  single  one  of  you  who  interacts  with  my  betty  as  well  as  my  veronica,  i’m  eternally  grateful   ––   but more  on  betts,  ever  since  i  started  betty  cooper,  she’s  been  the  muse  that’s  closest  to  me  as  a  person  and  very  special  to  me.  you  guys  may  be  wondering  if  i  even  know  the  archie  comics,  and  to  answer  yes  i  do  and  was  surprised  that  they’ve  created  a  show  based  on  it.  cheryl  and  betty  were  my  favourites  in  the  comics  and  me  being  able  to  write  betty  was  the  best   decision  i’ve  made. and  despite  how  many  AMAZING  A++++  BETTY’S  here  on  tumblr,  all  of  you  still  take  the  time  to  give  mine  some  love  equally  because  as  much  as  i  love  betty,  i  wouldn’t  be  able  to  write  her  without  anyone  WANTING  to  write  with  me.  i  can’t  wait  for  more  interactions  in  the  future  and  definitely  looking  forward  to season  2.  i  hope  you  continue  to  love  and  nurture  my  sweet  blonde  because  i take  my  writing  and  development  to  heart.  this took  so  long  to  type  and  i  am  definitely  good  to  stop  and  thankful  at  500  oh  my  lord.

okay,  here’s  some  mushy  stuff  for  a  select  few  of  people.  im  sorry  for  forgetting  anyone,  and  if  you  feel you  belong  in  this  list,  you  know  who  you  are  and  that  im  forever  grateful .

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I just discovered this blog and I super duper love it!!! It's so good and makes me laugh!! The angst is awesome also >:3 I love your shinsou stuff especially!!! If I can, I saw some of your writings with arachnophobia with katsuki and todoroki and I died. Could I ask for the same situation but with shinsou??

Thank you so much, I’m glad that you’re enjoying my blog and it makes you laugh! Those headcanons actually aren’t mine and they belong to @bnhaimaginesscenarios but I’d be more than happy to write some for Shinsou for you! 

Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou isn’t afraid of spiders and it doesn’t bother him when he happens to come across one, but he does think that they look incredibly freaky looking. He doesn’t kill the spiders but carefully scoops them up on a piece of paper and releases them outside his front door and then goes back to whatever he was doing before. He prefers not to kill them because they’re usually harmless little things that don’t want to hurt you and haven’t done anything wrong (except for existing imo).

If he had a significant other that was afraid of spiders and freaks out immensely when they spot one, Shinsou doesn’t have any problems getting rid of them when he’s asked to, but he does find it rather amusing and allows them to entertain him first before he decides to free the spider somewhere outside. 

37/100 days of productivity 

I’m pretty sure that this armchair belongs to me at this point. It’s MINE. I have one fav Starbucks close to the local library. I always come here to drink coffee and read new books. Sometimes I write in my journal & study here as well. These visits are the highlight of my week. • stuff done: health check up (bc I had to do one for my new job), one chapter of my Polish textbook, science prep tests


favourite films [1/12] » Stardust (2007)

You know when I said I knew Iittle about Iove? Well, that wasn’t true. I know a Iot about Iove. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen centuries and centuries of it. And it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. AII those wars. Pain and Iies. Hate. Made me want to turn away and never Iook down again. But to see the way that mankind Ioves. I mean, you could search the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So, yes, I know that Iove is unconditional. But I also know it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and, well, strangely easy to mistake for Ioathing. And what I’m trying to say, Tristan, is - I think I Iove you! My heart, it feels Iike my chest can barely contain it. Like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you Iove me, too. Just your heart in exchange for mine.

lancochang submitted:

So DA says it’s your B-day *wink, wink*

Joking aside I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday and hope this day is a great one. Cause today is a happy you day. I hope your day is a day full of good things regardless if it’s B-day related or not. Anyway I’m blabbing… I shall finally post this thing. ENJOY!!!

P.S. Give these two a hug for me… They are the cutest things ever!!! 

Oh my gosh!! ;w; I wasn’t expecting anything, so this was a really nice surprise to see in my inbox, thank you so much!! Your art is as adorable as ever, thank you for drawing these two sweethearts. ilovethemsomuch <333

A little reminder to those who don’t know these characters:
Bree(left) belongs to @131-di, and Hutchinson(right) is mine!


Ok first ten pages of this comic. I didn’t plan on it getting this long, but I tend to be too….detailed? ^^;; 

Anyways, watching all the cute stuff Nyu and Junky do with lil’ Hamster G made me want to make something with my G!Sans. ^_^ Sorry its crappy. Hopefully I can get started on the rest of it soon! (I’m hoping if I upload what I got done, I’ll be motivated to finish this! XD)

Uh oh! Little Hammie G is getting into the cigarettes!! You know what that means! ;)

Hamster G belongs to @nyublackneko and @junkpilestuff
Gaster!Sans is Borurou’s but this version is mine ^^

Who's got the best niece in the world?

This girl right here.

There was a time when I was terrified that because of my constant travelling, she’d never remember me or I’d always be that weird aunt who shows up for a week every once and a while.

Now, that pretty little lady is almost 2 and a half and every item in her house that doesn’t belong to her parents automatically becomes mine (and apparently even some stuff that is her parents). Today, my little Hannakin Skywalker, cutest little future Sith Lord in the galaxy, spent a small portion of her morning bugging her mom too call me later.

That little girl is gunna take over the world some day, but for now I’m just proud to have made some impact on her life that she even recognizes me when i walk in the door.

"If you love me let me go" (Sammy Wilk imagine)

BTW I love stassie (think that’s correct) and I got this idea from another imagine so I wanted to write it about a different person and change it up so shout out to you and I hope you enjoy lovelies have a good day!

Here I am again for the third time this week waiting for Sam to get home. Every time he’s out this late I go to bed, but I’m done with his lying and staying out and ignoring me. Its currently 3am and I’m getting really tired but I pull through knowing he’ll be home soon. While I waited for his arrival I turned on PLL and grabbed some cookies and a bottle of water and enjoyed a mini Netflix marathon to distract me from getting angry before I found out the truth of what’s going on.

As I watch my show I hear the door shut softly probably him thinking if he’s quiet I won’t hear him and his ass will be saved till tomorrow. Tricks on him! I hurried and threw everything on the floor as quietly as I could as he made his way upstairs and to our bedroom. And rolled over to act like I was asleep.

When he walked in the room I heard him sigh seeing that I was asleep and he climbed into bed. He rapped his arms around me and right as his hand touched me I asked,“so care to tell me where you were? You ignored my calls and texts and everything you’ve been doing is sketchy ”

“(Y\N ) would you MIND for one night not being in MY business, if I wanted to talk to you I would of called you back, so fuck off would you”



By the time he said yes I had a suitcase out and was throwing my stuff in there. Believe it or not his words hurt like hell so if I’m such a bitch I guess I should leave and his new friend can live with him. I was way beyond done and my vision was beyond blurry and I could hardly see what I was doing. But there was no way I was staying with him besides after his last words to me he just went out to the couch and ignored me and acted like everything was just perfect. When I was done packing I put all my stuff in the trunk of my car and went inside and said, “I’ll come by tomorrow to get the rest of my belongings so please don’t be here between 2-4. Thank you!”. And with that I got in my car and drove off to the Jack’s place since that was the only place I could think to go to.

On the way to their house I glanced at the time and saw it was 6am and turned on the radio to distract my mind, and to help me stay awake for the next 15 minutes of my drive. That’s until mine and Same song came on the radio then the tears fell down again as I belted out the lyrics and read the letter he wrote me when we first started dating, then suddenly I heard a horn and car breaks and blood everywhere.


I was hanging with the guys and told them the story and they were all pretty ticked with me and I couldn’t blame them I felt pretty guilty and didn’t mean what I said. I was worried sick and I tried to call her but everything went straight to voice mail even when the others tried to call her. Then while me and the guys where talking I heard my phone ring and everyone went quiet and I answered and put the phone on speaker phone mode. “Hello?” “Hi, I’m calling for a Sammy Wilkinson this is the Petersburg hospital”, said the random on the other line. “ This is he.” “Oh good, well kind of, I’m calling because your girlfriend so I suppose considering the note that was beside her, is in the hospital in very bad condition her name is (y\f\n) (y\l\n), I’m sorry but she also lost both babies” ,and with that they hung up and everyone started crying but me I felt so emotionless.


As we sat in the waiting room no one dared to talk we all silently sat there with blank expressions when finally Johnson says, “bro, she was pregnant? With twins?”. And everyone’s eyes turned to me. “ I didn’t know anything about it I swear”, I sigh realizing she probably didn’t tell me because she wanted to know what was going on with us first.

“(Y\f and l\n) family and friends are now welcome to visit her at any moment, she’s in room 415 on the third floor”, said who I’m guessing is (y\n)’s nurse. I got up and ran to the elevator the guys following closely behind and we all got on the elevator. By us all I mean Nate, the Jacks, Dillon, Hayes,Tez, Swazz ,and a few more including (y\n)’s best friend Andrea Russet a good friend of mine too. Anyways when we got to the third floor we all ran trying to find room 415. After the search we found it and when I walked in it was like my worst nightmare.

She looked so dead and lifeless and she was pale and her lips were blue. She looked like she had lost so much weight which isn’t good because she was tiny before this. She had so many wires hooked to her including a oxygen pump and much more. An IV poked out of her arm and I pulled up a chair and took ahold of her hand and cried this feeling away.

“ hello I’m Tracy! I’m (y\n)’s nurse so I have good and bad new, the good news I can wake (y\n) up right now, but the bad news is she is paralyzed from her waist down and has two broken ribs so…let’s do this”, and when she said that my eyes widened huge and I looked around the room and saw everyone had the same reaction. I watched closely as Tracy did her thing and talked to (y\n) and (y\n) slowly opened he eyes and she laid their lifeless. The nurse explained he condition and explained about losing the babies and she just sat there and nothing came out, no tears, nothing. Then she looked up at me and the guys and said the last thing I thought she would with all the support, “Sammy you best leave and everyone else to I need a new start please if you love me let me go” without questions I just walked out the guys following walking right past me and Andrea came out and started crying and slapped me hardnand left.

Part 2?