new-thought

anonymous asked:

Thank you for sharing that great new about you and Donnie. We all wanted this to happen. This is my question: Does your dad know that Don is now your boyfriend? How did he handle the new?

I thought you guys would be interested in the development. You all seem to ship Apritello hard! 

Dad knows. I told him a day or so after Donnie and I established we are in a relationship. Dad wasn’t thrilled but that really wasn’t because I chose Donnie. Donnie has done so much for both myself and my father.

I think the problem was my dad seeing his little girl grow up. He knows this means one day I’ll be moving out of the nest and building one elsewhere. You have to understand - I’m all he has left.

But no matter what, I’ll always be his little girl.

Protective Dean

Jack Kline X Reader

Word Count: 423

Requested: Anon

Request: Idk if you’re caught up with all 13 seasons of Spn if so can you do a Jack Kline imagine where reader is a young hunter and starts falling for jack

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

Sam and Dean found you on a case that you were working, you were younger then and you seemed to have been on your own for a while, your mum was a hunter and one of her cases followed her home leaving you alone, she taught you self-defense and she told you stories of the things that she would hunt in the hopes that it would help you one day, she replaced the mythical remedies with the real ones and that gave you the ability to fight young. Sam and Dean didn’t think that they should leave you alone and so they convince you to go with them and you’ve been with them ever since.

Recently you had found Jack and you were all coming to terms with the new addition and his new powers you thought that he was really sweet and in most cases really funny, teaching him what he needed to know about the world was what had you falling for him though, everytime that you taught him something new, you saw the way that his face lit up and curiosity seemed to take over his features, unfortunately for you Dean seemed to realise the look on your face and the way that you acted around him and he didn’t like it.

One day he ended up pulling to the side in attempts to stop whatever was happening from happening. “(Y/N)can I talk to you please?” He asked and you nodded before walking over to him after finishing explaining a concept to Jack.
“What’s up?” You asked a large smile on your face.
“What’s going on with you and him?” He asked.
“What nothing, I’m just trying to help him understand what is going on, I know what it’s like to be thrown into a new world that you have no knowledge of.” You explained and he frowned.
“I don’t want you to get too close to him, we don’t know what he is capable of,” Dean explained and you frowned.
“How can you already be judging him?” You asked. “You’ve barely taken the time to get to know him.”
“(Y/N)-”
“No Dean come talk to me when he does something that warrants this because what your doing is just unfair.” You glared before walking away from him a smile immediately taking over your face when you looked at Jack who was looking through the pictures that you had given him, you sat next to him and smiled as you told him the stories behind the photos.

Requests and general question!

anonymous asked:

Yo, I know you already deleted your amino account, but if you ever make a new one I thought you should know: you can block users which makes them unable to view your posts + you can delete comments

I️ did block them, but people started replying to their comments agreeing with them, and I️ took that as a hint that my presence was just gonna make the community less pleasant.

Why Gratitude Helps Your Law Of Attraction:

The Basics: Every great Law of Attraction teacher will urge you to be grateful for what you have, in order to attract more. Oprah Winfrey began her gratitude journal in her late 30s, and it has resulted in her meteoric rise in all areas of her life. And in the Bible it is written “For whosoever hath, to him shall be given, and he shall have more abundance: but whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken away even that he hath.”

The Question: So why is it important to be grateful for what I have already? How does that help me attract what I don’t have?

The Answer: Whatever you want, you want for the feeling. When you have what you want, you can’t help but feel grateful. However too often when we want something we focus on the absence of it. We want it more, and more, and more. But we see it’s not here now. To bridge this distance, you need to create the feeling of having it. When you feel gratitude, the Universe hears, “He/She loves this feeling. I will continue to provide them with what they want.” The Universe has heard all your asking and is well-aware of what would make you smile right now.

The task: By hand, list things you’re grateful for. Do this at an honest level. It should not resemble your shopping list! Get real about what matters to you and why. Above is an example to help you get started!

*Due to overwhelming demand I now offer private, affordable law of attraction coaching. Read here to know more.*

Why Self-Help Books Help:

A book is just another way of thinking about your situation. If you could meet any author and ask their advice on your career, they would say the same things that they wrote in their book! You can get insight, inspiration and advice from anyone in the world when you think like this.  

Why is it important to read personal development books for success? The only way to become successful is to find out how others did it  - then do it yourself. 


So read hungrily, enthusiastically. When you read, let the whole world fade away. Forget it all and just focus your mind on the book.


This is how you show the Universe you need help, and you’re ready to receive it. When you do, guess what the Universe does?……… 

The Most Lovable Thing About Each Myers-Briggs Personality Type

ESTP

Their easy laugh. Their rebellious streak. The way they adapt to any situation seamlessly. The way they charm others around them. The way they geek out on everyday events. Their relaxed presence. Their adventurous nature. Their competence and practicality when something goes unexpectedly wrong. The force of nature that is their protectiveness.

ISTP

The whirring, restless nature of their minds. Their busy hands. The way they tap on floors and surfaces to remind you that their thoughts are always flowing. Their open-minded attitude. Their decisiveness in moments of panic. The undercurrent of competence and ability that surfaces when others are uncertain. Their laid-back nature. Their easy smile. The way their hearts open completely to the people they love and feel protective toward, despite the stony attitude they put on for the world.

ESTJ

Their quick, analytical mind. The enthusiasm they pour into a story. Their refusal to stop before a task is done or relax when something needs fixing. Their perseverance. Their steadfast competence. The way they devote themselves fully to the communities they invest in. The way they demonstrate care within the realm of healthy boundaries. The rules they sometimes break. The confident decisions they make. The way others can always put their trust behind them. The sheer force of nature that is their love.

ISTJ

The diligence they bring to their commitments. The firm, decisive nature of their speech. Their quiet competence. Their community-mindedness. The warm look they get in their eyes when they’re surrounded by people they love. The determined look they get when they’re up against a challenge. The practical nature of their decisions. Their refusal to demand recognition. The energy they pour into improvement on a steady, unwavering basis.

INFP

The honesty they bring to each encounter. The soft and calming presence of their minds. The virtues they can pull from any vices, and the artwork they can make from any pain. The fierceness they apply to their convictions. The way they live and die by their beliefs. Their ability to weave the chaos and the suffering of humanity into an intricate tapestry of understanding. The shame they alleviate through sharing their own.

ENFP

The thoughtfulness they bring to each encounter. The depths their minds dive into with ease. The way their eyes light up when they’re discussing a new theory that excites them. Their interest in debating every side. Their boundless compassion. Their timeless joie-de-vivre. The way they can pull strength out of the greatest destruction. The way they see the best in themselves and others. The way they never stop fighting to help it prevail.

INFJ

The careful thought they give each passing question. The whirring, reeling look inside their eye. The raw and childlike energy they exude when the people who they love are truly thriving. The way they let their weirdness out in bursts. The measured nature with which they plan the future. The hurried nature in which they share their thoughts. The way their eyes light up when they’re engaging with their passion. The even, tempered consideration they give to each new perspective that comes their way.

ENFJ

The presence they bring to every room they enter. The glimmer of joy behind their eyes. The way they engage their full bodies when they talk, like every sentence is telling its own story. The way they don’t avoid eye contact when they laugh. The interest that they take in the obscure. The confidence with which they share their visions. The inspiration they never want to stop distributing. The way they smile when they are saying someone’s name.

ESFP

The sunshine that they bring to every moment. The joy inside their laugh. The way they’ll answer their phone at 2am because the people in their lives are worth every effort. The honesty they dole out when it’s time. The way they talk about dreams like possibilities. The damper that they never put on hope. The way they bring people together. The way they never stop trying to help you shine.

ISFJ

The way that they sit with you in silence. Their vastness of their compassion. The tiny details they take in and remember. The space they make for others to shine. The practicality they exercise through bad times, and the humility they exercise in good. The way they live their lives with both feet on the ground. The care and love they pour into every new place until they turn it into a home.

ISFP

Their sudden and unexpected wittiness. The easy, soothing lull of their voice. The offbeat nature of their interests. The gentleness with which they share their thoughts. The deep consideration they give to moral quandaries. The careful nature with which they express concern. Their spontaneous joy. The way they turn ordinary objects into masterpieces.

ESFJ

The way they love so loudly. The commitments that they’re happy to keep. The way their stress is centered on happiness and the fear that someone else will miss out. The thoughtfulness they put into every action. The joy and warmth they bring to every room. The way they’re never afraid to break a silence when it needs to be broken. The proactive attitude they take toward making the world a better, more harmonious place.

INTP

The measured, thoughtful nature of their speech. The wild, unstructured pattern of their thoughts. The way they break down every pre-determined concept. The way they question and cast doubt onto themselves. The curiosity that fuels their every action. The open-mindedness with which they approach people. The patience they apply to deep complexities. The biases they recognize within themselves.

ENTJ

The structure they can implement on chaos. The way they push themselves to reach great heights. Their decisive attitudes. Their emotional intelligence. The autonomy they promote for both themselves and other people. The way they lift the people they love up. Their commitment to questioning everything. Their ability to see their visions through.

INTJ

Their acceptance of unconventional theories. The enthusiasm with which they tackle each new school of thought. Their unwavering competence. Their firm moral code. The deep and patient analysis they apply to the people and topics they love. Their willingness to always learn more. The passion they apply to sharing their intricate worldview. Their commitment to never cease questioning.

ENTP

The way their eyes light up with every new idea. The way they pace excitedly around a room forming a plan. The communities they bring together seamlessly. The awareness that they bring to every thought. The devilish grin they get when trying to win your thoughts over. The piercing insights they unveil about mankind. The unexpected childishness within them. The unexpected wisdom that child can possess.

Things that no one tells you before starting a new language

Everyone talks about the good parts of learning a new language and everyone is always so supportive if someone says they want to learn a new language so i thought to make a post about what you have to endure since out there are so many posts about the benefits you get from learning a language.

It’s not a piece of cake.

Whoever tells you that learning a language is easy… it’s lying! After a while, yes, everything gets easier but have you ever talked to someone who hit a plateau? or someone who is dealing with irregular verbs or prepositions? what about someone who learns kanji? have you asked your friend who learns French how they deal with all those grammatical exceptions? I can go on about this for a long time and many language learners can complain here with me about articles, cases, pronunciation etc.

It’s not easy to learn a language, but it’s worth it. 

You’ll lose your mind.

I’m honest here when i say that you will forget your native language, you will mix languages, you might never be able to think in your native language as you did once. This happens when you are upper-intermediate/advanced. Your mind got used to think in another language and you won’t be able to control when you will forget basic stuff in a language.

However, you need to experience this in order to understand how amazing it is. You aren’t going to be angry (frustrated sometimes), but proud because that it means you improved.

Your memory will be universal.

I really had no idea how to call this phenomen. You will read an article on Facebook for example and you won’t realize that you just read it in French and not your native language, however, when you’ll remember that article (after a month or 2 for example), you will only remember the info. You have 75% chances to forget in what language it was.

Again, this won’t make you angry but you’ll be fascinated by this.

Headches here, headaches there, headaches everywhere.

I’m not sure if i’m the only one but taking into consideration how big this community is, i hope i’m not; 

Have you every talked in 2-3 languages at once? I don’t mean to make a mixed sentence but to talk to someone in French, to your bestfriend in English and with your mom in Romanian? plus to listen to music in Spanish? (these languages are examples) In the end your brain burns and you mix all of them but before that you will be frustrated because code-switching. You’ll need a lot of time to switch languages and you’ll give yourself a headache in the end.

However, if you think of those 5-10 minutes where you succed to control all of these languages, that’s amazing and let’s be real, after a while you won’t be bothered by those headaches.

Your emotions rule!

Your progress is connected to your emotions and thoughts. I have 2 ways to prove this to you. In highschool i had classmates who thought that English was difficult, however, my teacher had a motivational speech that inspired a girl. She was in top 5 best students in only 3 months when she was in the top 5 worst students when we started highschool. She wanted to be better, she was confident and she was smart enough to admit when she needed help. Her thoughts were only positive stuff and that English is easy so she can learn. About my other point, when you feel relaxed, you succed because you are calm and you don’t worry so you can remember almost every rule/exception.

My point here is that you should always be confident in your skills and even if you have a hard time, be positive. You can overcome whatever that grammar book throws at you!

Motivation is your sweetest enemy!

You know that rush of adrenaline you feel when you start learning a language? You feel like you can conquer the world and you can master a language in 3 days! Guess what, that motivation breaks up with you after a couple of days. You will be occasionally motivated but what will make you move forward will be your discipline. You need to develop the habit of studying/learning without feeling motivated. (or just have a secret how to be motivated forever and i want that secret if you don’t mind sharing ;) )

Just remember that your discipline will save you when your motivation runs away. 

Screw the rules.

There isn’t a universal formula for learning languages. Everyone is different so everyone has their own way of learning/studying. You can try to use someone’s method but don’t think of it as a “rule”. The traditional learner is supposed to be solving exercises in a workbook and use books almost every single time when they want to learn something. If you don’t want that, change it. I’ve met learners who don’t touch grammar books, they preferred listening to others and picking up patterns. (my bestfriend is like this and i hate him so much! he learned Romanian in 1 year and a half because he kept watching videos) Also, i’ve met learners who like playing games like Duolingo, they have no notebook but they know the grammar rules just as well as someone who is in a class. And of course, there’s the traditional student with workbooks who is a master at solving exercises. And these aren’t the only types of learners, these are only the main ones.

My point is, respect how others are learning/studying, but experiment and find your own style, you got your own formula.

Are you grey?

I chose this title because when i was a beginner in Danish, i wanted to impress this one friend and instead of asking “how are you?” i asked if he’s grey because i mispelled a word. The idea is that you will make mistakes and some will be so funny that you will never forget them. You will be embarrassed for a while but after, you’re going to laugh too and you’ll realize how much you grow because of your mistakes.

Never be embarrassed of your mistakes, you’re learning and that’s the point in the end.

You’ll try to give up.

You will have so many reasons to give up. Maybe you thought it will be easier, maybe some irregular verbs are torturing you or maybe you hit a plateau, but in the end you will try not to. No one really complains a lot on tumblr (or any other social media actually) about the difficulties they have to face while learning but that doesn’t mean the other learners have a better time. Don’t be harsh with yourself when you have to deal with something difficult.

Always remember why you started and if you need help, look for someone who can help you. People don’t show their weaknesses but that doesn’t mean they don’t have them so someone will know how to help. You just have to look for solutions, not excuses.

Bruises On Another (part one)

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body. 

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, etc.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently. 

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

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His fingers danced over the marks that littered his skin, his brows furrowed in a questioning matter. Purple and blues dents in his skin, mainly on his upper arm and scratches along his chest. They didn’t hurt, rather they just existed and if Steve never looked, he’d never know they were there. This was new, Steve thought. He had no idea where these marks came from or even why they were there.

“Steve!” His father yelled and Steve was brought back to the reality of the world. Blinking, he let his eyes fall one final time on his bruised arm before standing up and slipping his backpack over his shoulders. He’s in his finale year of high school and the pressure is on more than it’d ever been before.

Sighing, Steve ran a hand through his hair before turning and exiting his room. He was met with the sight of his father at the bottom or the stairs, staring up at him with a shake of the head. “Aren’t you meant to pick up Nancy?” He asked, his hands on hips.

Steve nodded; “i’m heading there now.” 

With one final glance from his father, Steve made his way out the front door and towards his car. The bruises slipped to the back of his mind as he threw his keys in the air with pride, and caught them. Life was going great for Steve Harrington, and he couldn’t be more happy. After everything that had happened a year ago, he’d changed; for the better. And he had an amazing girlfriend to help him through the changes.

Steve had fallen in love with Nancy Wheeler, and there was no doubting that those who saw them thought they were meant to be. He was sure that she was the one and honestly, Steve felt like the luckiest man alive. 

With a wide grin, he opened the door to his car and slid in. His eyes fell to the rearview mirror for one final check on his hair and make sure it was at full volume length, and it was. With a satisfied click of his tongue, Steve pushed his keys into the ignition and turned them, hearing the satisfying hum of the car engine starting up. The drive to Nancy’s house took no time at all, and soon he found himself parked just before her driveway and the girl herself was walking down the steps with a smile on her lips.

Steve, being the gentleman he was, leaned over the passengers seat and opened the door up for his girlfriend. Nancy followed his lead, slipping into the car with her books in hand before setting them down on her lap. Steve expected her to say ‘good morning’ or something of the such, but the minute her eyes caught his, her smile turned into a frown.

Steve’s own face fell with confusion, furrowing his brows as one hand rested itself on top of his steering wheel. “Geez, good morning to you too, Nance.” Steve teased, still not quite sure what had caught her attention.

Though the girl only reached out one lithe arm and touched his face with a certain gentleness. Steve meant her eyes that were flooded with concern and snarled his lips in bafflement. “Really Nancy…” He started, reaching up to grasp her wrist gently. “What’s wrong?”

“Your face.” Nancy mumbled, her fingers dancing over Steve’s face, but specifically his left eye. “Your- Your eye, who did that to you?” 

Steve fumbled for a response before glancing back into his rearview mirror in question. What he found was definitely not what he expected, and now his own fingers danced over the new and fresh bruise marking his left eye. “What the…” He mumbled, scooting forward in his seat in utter bewilderment. Just like the marks on his arm, a purple and blue coating covered his left eye; somehow and somewhere he’d gotten a black eye.

He allowed his eyes to fall on Nancy for a moment, finding her just as concerned as he was but confused by his reaction.

Looking at the bruise one finale time, Steve blinked and leaned back; shaking his head. “O-Oh, that.” He tried to cover up his confusion, offering a small smile Nancy’s way. “When I was playing basketball… um, the ball came and hit me in the face. It was a stupid mistake, nothing to worry about.”

Nancy looked skeptical of his lie but let it slide; “well, just be more careful next time.” Steve nodded, situating himself back into his seat comfortably and turning back on the engine. Though his mood had shifted slightly from the particular mark now covering his eye, and he bit his lip in thought;

Where had that bruise come from?


“You can do this.” Your own eye met yours through the bathroom mirror, and you tried to swallow down the fear that consumed you. Eyeing your left eye, you glance at it one final time to make sure that it’d been fully covered by make up and let out a breath of relief when you found the marks underneath completely unnoticeable. “You can do this.”

With one final deep breath, you pushed yourself up from the bathroom sink and brushed down your hair. You met your own eye one last time before turning and heading for the exit. The second you opened the door, you stepped back in surprise when a flutter of kids your age walked by. Narrowly missing their bodies smacking your own, you tried to ignore the rapid beating of your heart.

“Room two-sixty-five. Room two-sixty-five.” You repeated in your head, glancing at the small sheet of paper the front office had given you. That was it, room two-sixty-five. Simple enough.

But as you stared at the littering figures of teenagers and the amount of classrooms with numbers a top of them, you knew that wasn’t true. Starting in a new high school was hard enough, but in the middle of your final year was even more difficult. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you pulled your sleeves further down your arm, nodding your head and begun walking. You must of walked around for a good ten minutes before a bell rung, which you could only assumed meant the beginning of class. You cursed yourself and the fact that you were so bad at directions, looking around the wall for any signal of room two-sixty-five. No such luck.

As kids ran past you and all headed to class, you were left alone in the middle of the hallway, lost. It wasn’t until mostly all of the kids were gone did you start walking again, and as you did you found the figure of another. A girl probably your age, maybe even younger, with brown short hair; she seemed nice enough. You glanced down at the sheet of paper that had done you no good but tell you which classroom you were meant to go to and the girl who stood by her locker. You needed to go to class, no matter how nervous you were and your best bet was asking the girl.

So ignoring the sick feeling you felt well within you, you stepped up to the girl cautiously. “Um- hello?”

The girl spun in response to your voice, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Yes?”

“I’m new… and I was wondering if you could tell me where this room is?” Your voice was quiet, and you were sure the girl had noticed by her curious glances. And you saw her eyes flitter down your attire, every inch of your body except your hands and face were covered by a piece of clothing and it wasn’t particularly cold out. But despite that, she still accepted the piece of paper you’d offered her and smiled.

“Of course.” She nodded, her eyes glancing over the paper before she clicked her tongue in realization. “It’s just down the hall there, the second door to the left. You can’t miss it.” You nodded, offering a small smile in response and mumbled a thank you. Before you could turn the other way though, the girls hand fell on your shoulder; “I’m Nancy, by the way. If you ever need help…”

You nodded; “thank you.”

Then before she could say anything you turned and walked in the direction she’d pointed. You let out a breath of relief when you finally found room two-sixty-five, your english class and paused for a moment. Your hand fell to your left eye, hoping everything was still covered before raising your hand to knock. Soon enough the door opened and a teacher stepped through. You worried for a moment he’d yell at you for being late, but instead he just smiled; “ah- you must be Y/N, our new student.”

With wide eyes, you nodded, not meeting his eye. “Come in, come in.” You followed him within the classroom, and you felt yourself petrified as everyones eyes fell on you and only you. You nearly missed the teacher start speaking as you felt yourself stuck. “Class, this is our new student; Y/N. Y/N, i’m Mr. Jones.” You nodded slowly, turning to him with a pale face. “There’s an empty seat at the back.”

You wasted no time making your way to the back of the class, desperate for everyones eyes to come off of you. And as you sat, you let out a breath of relief when everyone focused back on Mr. Jones. But as you gazed around, you found one pair of eyes on your own; a boys. You had no idea why he was staring at you, but your eye met his and it was almost like time slowed down.

His left eye… a bruise exactly like your own.


Part 2?

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This list is taken from the New York Times article “Thoughts and Prayers and N.R.A. Funding” written after the Las Vegas massacre. The people above are the Senate’s ten largest recipients of money from the National Rifle Association. I replaced the quotes from the article with the most recent comments made about yesterday’s (Nov. 5, 2017) shooting in Sutherland Springs, Texas.

Read the tweets (and their responses): John McCain, Richard Burr, Roy Blunt, Thom Tillis, Cory Gardner, Marco Rubio, Rob Portman, Todd Young, Bill Cassidy