so my vision might be a little

A Study in Hypocrisy #2.2

Or why the Avengers’ relationship to Tony was unhealthy at best, Steve isn’t fit to be a leader, and why I’m Team Iron Man to the end.


WHY TONY’S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE AVENGERS IS UNHEALTHY AT BEST

Tony’s relationship with the Avengers has always made me uncomfortable. For the longest time, I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly, but I’ll try to organize my thoughts in this series.  

This post was getting far too long, so I decided to cut it into parts, one per Avenger.


STEVE

Steve’s relationship with Tony is bathed in hypocrisy and double standards right off the bat. When Steve meets Bruce, he tells him that he doesn’t care about his reputation and will essentially make up his own mind about what kind of person he is from what he sees as they work together. 

Yet he doesn’t apply that very same standard to Tony, instantly judging and comparing him to Bucky. 

Big man in a suit of armor. Take that away, what are you?

[…]

I know men with none of that worth ten of you.

Avengers (2012)

Where does Steve get off judging Tony like this? Reading a file doesn’t give him intimate knowledge of who Tony is as a person. And his fortune has nothing to do with who he is inside. Indeed, it sounds like he holds Tony’s fortune (which he worked hard to build—whatever people may think, SI’s products didn’t invent themselves) against him. Which makes no sense? 

In Winter Soldier, we see quickly enough that neither Steve nor Natasha trust Tony. When they show up at Sam’s, they promptly tell him everyone they know wants to kill them, which is so absurdly stupid and wrong I have no words for it. Tony would never ally with HYDRA. Tony designed the freaking helicarriers. Hell, he’s a tech genius. He was the obvious choice in this case! He could have provided them with a safe house, any supplies they needed, backup and unlimited technical help. 

But do you think they went to him? 

Nooo. And why? Apart from “they’re stupid and Marvel didn’t want to pay for RDJ,” because Steve already knew about the Winter Soldier killing Tony’s parents. They could have avoided dumping all of SHIELD’s files on the internet. They could have protected the hundreds of undercover agents who were caught unawares once their legends were blown. They could have protected those agents’ families. They could have protected the agents who weren’t undercover, but still carrying out missions at the time. They could have avoided the crazy damage caused by three giant flying machines shooting each other out of the sky right over Washington DC. There would have been considerably less loss of life had Tony been involved. 

And yet they chose to keep him out of it. 

And here’s where it starts to get very sour, and where I get very, very bitter. 

Around rolls Age of Ultron and Steve is so, so quick in putting the blame on Tony. Like everyone else, he promptly forgets Bruce’s involvement, and makes Tony the sole culprit. After 3 years fighting side by side, he doesn’t even give him the benefit of the doubt. He doesn’t pause to think of somebody other than his precious little self and wonder if, maybe, he’s not so special after all and others might have experienced visions, too. 

Nope. No, it’s evil, it’s bad, so it’s gotta be Tony’s fault. 

Then, there’s the culmination of his hypocrisy: “Sometimes, my teammates don’t tell me things.” 

Okay. First, who the fuck do you think you are, asshole? You don’t get to demand that your teammates tell you everything? What the hell! Nobody owes you anything whatsoever. 

Second, who the fuck do you think you are to demand complete transparency after keeping the secret of said teammate’s parents’ death for over a year? 

This pissed me off. so. damn. much. 

Pardon my French. 

The sheer hypocrisy, people. The balls! 

Now then. What about trusting freaking Wanda Maximoff over your teammate? She suddenly realizes that she’s gonna die too if the world ends, switches to your side out of sheer convenience and self interest, and after 30 seconds you take her advice that “Stark is evil” like she’s the Messiah? Wow. It must be nice to be so convinced of your own self-righteousness. 

Finally, Civil War

Let’s forget about the fact that Steve probably didn’t read the Accords. The entire thing has to have taken place over the course of, what… a week at most? Starting with the introduction of the Accords. There is no way in hell Steve—or anyone else on his team, really—would have managed to read and understand a piece of legislation as complex as the Accords in that time. No way. Which means that he heard a vague description of it and said “no” for… what reason again? 

But I digress. 

Tony offers compromises. He works his ass off to come up with a way to wipe Steve and Sam’s record clean, and to offer Bucky therapy instead of prison. He keeps reaching out, over and over again, only to have his hand slapped away by Rogers. But unlike Rogers, Tony doesn’t dismiss Steve’s claims that there are other Winter Soldiers. He investigates the information and then, because his heart is too big for his own good, he still goes to Siberia to help. 

And there are 5 more super soldiers just like him. I can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can’t.

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Because where Steve says “I,” Tony says “we.” Because Tony Stark, who “doesn’t play well with others,” is the one who keeps reaching out and trying to move as a team. Because Steve, who keeps preaching about fighting “together” and not having secrets, keeps his tightly under wraps. Again, do you think Sam and Bucky were aware of Tony’s deal? 

Back on topic, Tony goes to Siberia to help Steve, who then proceeds to invalidate his trauma and pain at seeing his parents die in front of his eyes. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, of course Tony’s not stupid and realizes that Steve knew. But instead of confessing, Steve lies to his face all. over. again.

I will not even go into that condescending letter, which could be summarized like follows: “I’m sorry you don’t understand that I was right and you were wrong, and if you’re prepared to beg for forgiveness and freely offer your house, your toys and your money to me again, I might just, after some time, agree to forgive you. P.S.: How is it, being all by yourself in that huge place?”  

Steve is a hypocritical, holier-than-thou asshole and needs a kick where the sun don’t shine. Tony better not forgive anyone until they grovel for at least 10 years. 


ETA: Also, that “I could do this all day” line infuriated me to no end. Implying that Tony’s being a bully when he’s just been stabbed in the back by his teammates while he was trying to do what was right is downright petty, stupid, awful and shitty


Masterpost

Part 1

Part 2.1: Natasha | Part 2.2: Steve | Part 2.3: Thor

alright i was gonna save this to be a big surprise but this story’s too good to pass up

buckle up yall this one’s a long one

so right now i’m working on something i call a Slow Sequence, which is just the parts of jack and casie that arent just jack and casie lost in the woods. they’re top down more traditional rpg segments where you can manage your inventory, relax, and engage in some good old wholesome messing-with-casieisms

here’s an early look:

i’ve been working on this for the past week now and i’ve basically got them ready to go, ready to replace the existing shop sequences with an entirely new screen that allows you to do a little exploration and conversation before you get back out into the world and into Fast Sequences (the normal game). this morning in particular i was working in over drive. probably because i’ve been working my ass off on commissions and i might be in a like, productivity frenzy

i managed to crank out a new tileset i liked, some new dialogue, developed a vision for Casie’s Outpost (it’s probably not actually called that, but it’s the outpost that casie lives at, so let’s call it that for now) (it’s either that or “outpost 22″ which just doesnt make any sense yet so like lesser of two evils here) in a couple hours

and then i ran out of memory.

gm8.1 has a very particular quirk that i like that makes it really good at rapid prototyping and it’s that it saves all of the shit you do to ram instead of the hard drive. this means that you can start a game really fast without having to wait for an entire new save cycle and recompilation which makes it really good for brute forcing code, which is basically the breadth of my programming playbook. hit it over and over until it works. unfortunately, hitting things over and over will eventually (read: after 4+ hours of work with very large files) swamp gm’s alotted memory, and cause gm to lock up. but running out of memory is a hunter not unbeknownst to its prey. i have a contingency. my contingency is to save immediately, and have backups in case something goes wrong. which sometimes it does.

i would say it’s like a 90/10 chance

anyway, today this corrupted my file.

and corrupted my automatically generated backup save file. 

because i accidentally hit the save button twice.

this was about an hour and a half ago. yes, the filename for this subproject was literally just called ‘fuck’. that was the word that was on my mind at the time. i dont think i was upset or anything i was just like ‘fuck’ but like, thats how i always am. the intention was to just import the project into gms and then merge it wholesale with the main jack and casie project, so the title of the 8.1 version mattered very little. you should see the rest of them. i have 4 files called temp0 through temp4 and some of them are just backups of the same file

anyway, if i had just failed to save or something (or just closed the window without trying to save) i would have lost 30 minutes worth of work. but because i took my shots, i lost weeks of work. like, the majority of the month of february. there’s supposed to be a demo out in march. march is in 7 days.

i went to bed and began to rethink my options. and also fall asleep, because i have been up for like 19 hours and i had just eaten and basically i was a mess of debuffs at that very second. fortunately, because i am a big fuckin showoff and enjoy rubbing my shit in people’s faces, i had a cache of shit lying around on discords and slacks and line chats i guess that i could just re-integrate back into my tileset proper but that would still leave me without the conversation engine which is stupidly robust and involved and took the majority of the time (the rest of the time was like, not even drawing the tileset: more like working out what the fuck non-enemy things would look like in jack and casie) i had spent on coding fuck.gm81. i had already done it once though so i had worked out the theory, so i just had to do it again. which i could do! it would just take all day.

there’s an exhibition tomorrow. and i was falling asleep. it was at this very second i realized that my mistake in accidentally pressing a finicky touch keyboard button twice had actually ruined pretty much everything, and decided to actually fall asleep in order to hide from my problems

so i laid there for like 45 minutes, ostensibly trying to go to sleep. not even really mad at this point or even like upset. more like that perfect trance like state of being simultaneously so infuriated but also so completely defeated that youre aware that raising a hand at all in protest is a waste of energy so instead you decide to just fuckin sit there, grimacing, trying to will a solution into existence

game maker studio has an import function that pulls information from a .gm81 file. it’s kind of finicky and kind of weird because it reads every asset one at a time and imports them one at a time so it’s kind of slow but you get to see a nice big bar that fills up as gms works its way through your file. it’s pretty satisfying. also, fuck.gm81 wasn’t an empty file. it was like 92kb or something. it wasnt corrupted in that it disintegrated or something and all the packets were destroyed, it was more like something was just being read wrong by gm8.1

i realized this all at once. i then realized i was screaming

importing it to gms worked

not perfectly, but well enough

i could fix a broken system in a heartbeat. or at least faster then i could build a new one.

the biggest problem is the obvious corruption. apparently, because i ran out of memory building backgrounds, the backgrounds are what got corrupted. in particular the main tileset that i had been working on for the past couple days had completely been replaced by just a sheer 255 255 255 black. but more importantly all the new art i had done for casie and company are OK, and my code is OK, and after a little digging i found a screenshot i had posted around of Casie’s Outpost in development

and now i just have to

rip my own

pixel art

but it beats doing it over again!

Sassy Stark Pt.2

Pairing: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, a bit of Cap, Nat, Vision and Sam on the side

Warnings: Some angst, mention of a character death

Word count: 1,100

A/N: This is part 2 of this series - beta’d by the beautiful @fandommaniacx. I love writing dad!Tony and this might seem a bit like filler (which it sorta is I guess) but it gives a whole lot more inside into the relationship of the two main characters. 

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Originally posted by gayirongirl

The little bookshop on the corner had been your safe space ever since you moved to New York. You came in practically every day and yet fell in love with it over and over again each time you visited.

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We’ve got your back. (Part 2)(both twins x reader)

Word count: 945

Warnings: Strong Violence \ some language

A\N : Hiiiii! Heres part 2, I hope that you enjoy it. Sorry it took a little longer to post I’m actually on holiday with my family for the next week so I might be a little slower getting through requests but I’ll get there! So still feel free to send me any requests you have. x

——- They had heard enough. With rage boiling in the two twins they looked down at you, so completely frail in Cameron’s arms. Grayson had to take a step back, his vision still blurred. Cameron had turned to look at them, she knew instantly what they were thinking. All she had to do was nod and mouth a silent ‘go’ and they were gone.

Ethan’s body turned on his heels, snatching his car keys off of the table by the door. Grayson slowly made his way backwards out of the door with his eyes still locked on you shaking his head.

“Bro lets go” Ethan grabbed him by his forearm and pulled him out of the doorway.

They both climbed into the car and slammed the doors shut. Ethan revving the engine as he quickly reverses out of the driveway. Ethan had bad road rage on a normal day so the whole fifteen minutes to your boyfriend’s house Ethan’s patience was getting slimmer and slimmer. His hands were wrapped so tightly around the steering wheel his knuckles were white. The vein in his neck was visible and prominent as he anxiously rubbed the skin of his upper lip. Sat beside him, Grayson was no better. He sat with his hands in a tight fist, one elbow resting on the door with his fist over his mouth. He was taking deep breaths through his nose attempting to compose himself. Neither of them had ever been so angry in their life. Everything was happening so fast the twins were surprised by their own actions. They knew what they had to do.

Ethan parked the car a few doors down from your boyfriend’s house so it wouldn’t seem suspicious with the car parked in the garden. The tension within the two of them was apparent as they made their way to his door. Grayson lightly knocked and  seconds later the door swung open to reveal your boyfriend. His body froze with the presence of your two big brothers, knowing exactly why they were there.

Ethan immediately pushed his way into the apartment with Grayson following suit and closing the door behind him.

“Did you really think you could treat our baby sister like that and get away with it buddy?” Ethan asked him with a sarcastic chuckle. His voice sounded sinister. Your boyfriend didn’t even get the chance to explain himself before Ethan had his right arm locked around your boyfriend’s neck. The strength of Ethan dragged him to the ground.

Grayson then stood before him. All the shock, confusion and sympathy had all merged onto one emotion. Anger. Grayson looked in to his eyes. “why?”. Why our sister? Why Y\N? What could she have possible done to you to mke you want to hurt her so bad?”

Your boyfriend, still enclosed tightly in Ethan’s grasp was desperately trying to come up with something to reply to Grayson. There was nothing. No reason at all as to why he hurt you. He just did. Because he’s a dick.  

With one swift swing Grayson threw one strong punch to the left side of his jaw. He aimlessly struggled to escape but Ethan kept his arm locked around his neck, allowing Grayson full access to his face. Punch after punch Grayson beat him. To the point where he had little to no energy to fight against Ethan’s grip on him.

When Grayson quit throwing hits at him, Ethan stood up. Roughly he grabbed your boyfriend up and pinned him to the wall with one hand around his throat. There was blood pouring from his now crooked nose, his lips and it looked as if one of his eye sockets were broken. Looking him in the eye, Ethan spoke to him through gritted teeth “you hurt our sister so we broke your face. If you ever dare to come anywhere near her ever again next time it will be your neck that’s broken.”

Ethan lowered his hand from around your boyfriend’s neck and took a step back. The two twins looked as your boyfriend’s body fell limp against the wall as he coughed and spat up blood. They had made their point.

They got into the car they wiped the blood from their hands. Quickly starting the engine and making their way home.

“you okay Gray?”

“yeah good E, you?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good”

Neither of the boys knew what to say. The atmosphere was almost awkward. They were both covered in blood, a scenario foreign to each of them. They reached the house and rushed to their rooms to change before you or your parents witnessed the blood.

A few minutes later, they knocked lightly on your door. You were in bed with Cameron watching Netflix and dozing in and out of sleep. Your mind couldn’t rest completely until you knew your two brothers were home safe.

As they climbed into your bed you could smell the mixture of blood sweat and your boyfriend’s cheap aftershave. The four of you lay in silence under the covers for a couple of minutes. You noticed the swelling on Grayson’s knuckles.

“gray your hand”

“don’t worry about it squish, get some sleep” the familiar nickname that was assigned to you by your three siblings made your heart swell a little. You had so much appreciation for your family and for how much they cared for you.

You rest your head on Cameron’s shoulder as Ethan plays with the ends of your hair, trying to get you to fall asleep.

“I’m so glad you’re all finally home” you manage to mumble before falling asleep, feeling safe beside your three favourite people who always have your back.

Hey my eyes are down here!

Anyways. Sorry I didn’t want to just do another text post.

I hope you guys read this. Trying my best to keep this short.

So except for Homeworld, I also always wanted to explore the time period before and during the rebellion.
However, I didn’t just wanted to do “Greetings from the past”.

This project is a little different. It’s a little more experimental and has more of a narrative structure.

Let’s not talk around the issue. It’s basically fanfiction… in pictures.
Alrighty now, I don’t know what happened in the past. I don’t where rose quartz came from exactly.I don’t know who pearl’s owner was and so on.

I’m really only making stuff up to fill the gaps as I go along.
I know that’s not amazing story telling. I hope you can forgive that.
I hope you can forgive that I get the characters a little wrong.

I actively ignore the canon a bit not because I think my version is better but purely because whatever I doI could never be in line with it, so I might as well take the freedom where I want to.

This whole thing only exists because it’s fun for me to do.
It shouldn’t take away from your vision of what happened.

It’s just wonderful dumb fanfiction :D

Now that I got my insecurities out of the way. Let’s start.

I’ll tag these picture with “ashesandshards”. Which was kind of like a working title for me. It does sound a bit morbid. The whole thing isn’t really dark though.

Thank you everyone!

The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Characters: CastielXReader ft. Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1503

A/N: Drabble request by @charlotteofcamelot – “Could I maybe request a super short drabble of Cas interacting – and I don’t mean sexually – with an overweight character that has body image issues, please?” Reader has serious self-doubts about their body. Enter Castiel stage left with the fluff. I have a theory that’s why he wears the trench coat all the time – extra pockets to carry more fluff. (P.S. You specified “super short” length, but my muse is not so great at following instructions. I had to give up editing it because more words kept getting added. Oops!)


This is pointless! I have nothing to wear! Your frustration grew more and more unbearable with each article of clothing hastily pulled from the closet and tugged over your round shoulders or yanked up too generous thighs and ultimately yielding the same unsatisfactory reflection in the mirror. Ten minutes. We’re leaving in ten minutes. You’d have settled for looking just okay at this point. You weren’t out to win any beauty pageants tonight. Far from it – only going out for cheap drinks and live music in a hole-in-the-wall bar with shitty lighting. But nothing fit right. Nothing made you feel good enough to go out with the Winchester brothers. Not with Dean and his gorgeous green eyes and charismatic personality and boy-next-door bod who managed to make flannel and layers simultaneously approachable and sexy. And certainly not with Sam and his devastating combination of a swoon-worthy sculpted muscular build and bottomless intellect for deep conversation – not to mention better hair than you on your best days. Ten minutes, ten hours, it doesn’t matter. I look terrible! Worked into a tizzy, you chucked your favorite oversized sweater at the mirror, knocking it from the dresser in a cacophony of shattered glass, and flopped defeated onto your bed. I’ll just stay in tonight. It’s not worth it.

“Y/N,” a sharp knock echoed on your door, Sam’s warm voice sounding from the other side, “you alright? I heard a noise.”

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Ticking Time Bomb 13

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language

Russian Terms:
Malyutka (Little One)
Moya Lyubov’ (My Love)

You’re a hot headed, risk taker, who doesn’t want to blend in, and doesn’t see the fascination in Captain America. When Fury black mails you into joining the team, he sends you under cover with Mr. America himself, and you couldn’t be more resentful. But what if you and Rogers have more in common than you ever imagined? You wouldn’t be stupid enough to fall for him, or would you?

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Close Pt. 2

Requested by tw-teen-wolf-imagines-tw

Pt 2 of Close=necessary AF

Here y’all go!

Peter Hale X Reader

Prompt: Scott asks Peter to protect the reader, a fairy, from the Oni and Void Stiles

Originally posted by weskerhugrequired

Void Stiles opened the room to the apartment and looked around.

The heavy moaning from the room told him enough.

A light from the under the bedroom door illuminated the dark living room.

Stiles smiled and touched the door.

The power seeping through gave him a rush.

Imagine if he had all that power at his fingertips, how much people he could hurt.

Peter wasn’t listening.

Her moans were too loud.

He’d already gotten this far into the apartment.

Void Stiles sat down on the couch and put his head back.

Just before the sounds and light ceased, Void Stiles slipped into Peter’s bedroom and watched them unwind.

He picked up her underwear and sniffed it.

The smell of arousal and need made his head swirl.

It wasn’t like any other scent he’d ever smelled before.

It was magical.

Sugared honey and a spritz of lemon.

Absolutely magnificent.

He walked with two fingers on her leg then trailed one finger as he got closer to her arm.

He caressed her face, brushing away any incoming hairs.

Y/N was beautiful.

Too bad he couldn’t love.

Void Stiles picked Y/N up from the bed, careful not to wake Peter.

He carried her out of the apartment and placed her in his car.

He was going to have fun with his new toy.

“What do you mean lost you her?!”

Scott widened his brown eyes in disbelief.

Peter scratched his head and staring pacing back and forth.

Last night was finally the night Peter showed how he really felt about you, only to have to you abducted the next morning.

“Meaning I don’t know where she went”

“How could you let this happen? I trusted you, Peter! ”

“Who’s fault is that?”

Scott grabbed the collar of Peter’s shirt and pushed him up against the wall.

The two wolves showed their eyes.

Red and Ice Blue.

“Guys this is not the time; we have to find them”

Isaac pulled Scott off of Peter so they could talk.

“Peter you screwed up; bad. Scott, you trusted Peter; aka world’s biggest douche. Now let’s try and solve this. Peter, what were you two doing last night?”

“Confidential”

“Peter, come on”

“We had an argument, got drunk, and then we got tired and went to sleep”

Isaac looked at Scott then back at Peter.

“If I found out you two had sex I’m going to–”

“How did they know? ”

Scott furrowed his eyebrows and gave him a confused look.

“What are you talking about?”

“I told you not to tell anyone. So how did they know Y/N was even here? Scott, you must’ve told someone”

Scott thought about it long and hard.

Who did he tell?

Only one person could’ve known.

His best friend; Stiles.

“Damn it! Stiles might have been following me”

“That doesn’t explain how he gave you the slip Peter”

Isaac and Scott both looked skeptically at Peter.

“No time”

Peter grabbed a coat and headed for the door.

The three went on a mission to find Y/N.

Peter was so scared for her.  

Y/N POV

“Y/N”

“Y/N”

The calling of my name slowly pulled me into consciousness.

The familiar voice made me smile.

Stiles.

“Hi”

I opened my eyes a little more and my vision cleared.

That wasn’t Stiles.

I gasped and backed up on the bed.

I didn’t know where I was going but I started running.

I ran outside and saw nothing but tall trees and nature.

Completely in shock, I didn’t hear the cracking of a branch behind me.

“If you want to run you can, just know that if the Oni catch you, I won’t save you”

I didn’t know what to do.

Fear, anxiety, anger, sadness, all hit me at once.

“You’re scared. Good”

I turned around to face him.

His once brown eyes turned black and eerie.

He had dark circles under his eyes and chapped lips.

Stiles yanked my arm so hard I let out a small cry.

He dragged me back inside and threw me onto the floor.

I landed with a loud thud.

Stiles stomped his way towards me.

He brought his foot back and kicked me in the stomach.

I groaned and brought my knees up to my chest.

Stiles grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up off the floor.

I screamed and with his hand still in my hair, he slammed me against a wall.

I grunted and held the hand he had in my hair.

“That was for running. You don’t know how special you are. I’m going to cut your skin off and heal you every time you feel like passing out.  I will rip your throat out so you can’t scream, sew your eyes open, and kill all of your friends in front of you all while you’re still breathing. Then I’m going to eat your heart”

A tear streaked down my cheek and I started to breakdown.

This was not Stiles.

He looked like the boy I’ve come to love but he was gone.

Void Stiles wiped away my tears with his free hand.

“Aw, don’t cry. Just because I’m going to kill you, doesn’t mean we can’t have fun Y/N”

He kissed my cheek making me whimper.

His hand went from my hair to my throat and the other gripped my waist tightly.

He kissed, bit, and sucked all over my neck.

Was he marking his territory?

I sucked in my breath so I wouldn’t moan.

Sure I hated Void Stiles, sure it was very rough, but it felt so good.

The pain and pleasure mixed well.

Void Stiles stopped and looked up at me.

“So you’re not going to moan?”

I nodded my head no.

He smirked at me and grabbed my jaw.

“We’ll see”

Peter’s POV

“We went everywhere, there’s been no sign of Stiles or Y/N”

Scott ran his fingers through his hair and sat on the hood of my car.

We’ve been looking for hours.

We checked in with Sheriff Stilinski, Lydia, previous Void Stiles attack zones, and nothing.

I was losing it.

How could I have been so stupid?

He was in the apartment when her powers came back.

“If only she was a werewolf. You could howl and she’d hear you so she can tell you where she is”

I furrowed my brows and remembered something.

She lit up because of the overwhelming pleasure and sent me all of that energy.

What if it enhanced my senses?

I could probably heal faster, hear farther, and smell better.

Her powers should direct me to her.

I tried to focus all my thoughts on her by closing my eyes and imagining seeing her at this moment.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and saw the fast images flooding my brain.

“Peter? ”

My eyes opened and a concerned Scott stood in front of me.

“Peter, are you okay? ”

“I know here she is”

“How? ”

“Just jump on your bike and follow me”

I started the car but stopped just as Isaac went in the passenger seat.

Out

Isaac opened his mouth to protest but once he saw my glowing blue eyes, he mumbled and left the car.

I immediately drove off and headed towards the hills.

I’m coming, Y/N.

Y/N POV

Stiles palmed me through my underwear and inhaled my scent.

“You know you want to moan”

I tried so hard not to.

He was doing everything right.

“Y/N I want you to moan right now”

I shook my head no and focused on Peter.

He’s coming for me; I can feel it.

“I don’t like defiance, Y/N”

Stiles unexpectedly stuck two fingers in me, stretching me out.

I screamed his name because of the ultimate pain it gave me.

I found myself panting for more.

The friction made me more wet than before.

He used his thumb to up the intensity.

Defeated, I let out a moan while bucking my hips against his fingers.

“That’s a good girl”

Something violent twisted inside my stomach.

This was wrong.

It wasn’t an orgasm because my insides felt bad.

I’m not his.

Peter’s POV

Halfway up the hill I heard a scream.

I pressed hard on the gas and tried to get there as fast as I could.

Please be okay,  Y/N.

Once I got there, I wasted no time breaking down the door.

Oni from left and right appeared in front of me.

Scott and Isaac tumbled in from behind.

I growled and let my claws come out.

I tried to kill as much of them as I could.

Where was she?

“It’s a trap! ”

Scott helped Isaac fight one of them.

He looked at me with big eyes.

Shit!

My skin boiled as I got madder.

I ripped off every mask of every Oni in the room.

When I was done,  my skin got even hotter than before.

I fell to my knees and grunted.

It was like an internal fire burning inside of me.

I need her.

I need Y/N.

A yelp from outside shifted my attention.

I took off without saying anything to Scott.

I ran as fast as I could.

The fire was getting worse.

She must be here.

I saw Y/N on the floor with a sword piercing her stomach.

“No! ”

Before I could kill it,  the Oni disappeared in a flash of smoke.

I ran to her side and held her close to me.

“Nonononono, this can’t be happening”

Y/N opened her eyes and touched my face.

“Peter”. she said weakly.

“I was supposed to protect you ”

“Take my hand”

I furrowed my brows but did as she asked.

We interlocked fingers and she motioned for me to kiss her.

A bright light shot through my fingertips and flowed into hers.

The fire became warm and tingly.

Our lips began to move in sync and the same butterflies I felt when I first kissed her, marched around in my stomach.

We became weightless as every cut, bruise, and internal pain subsided.

Her hands ran through my hair and she pushed her chest against mine.

It was like our souls merged.

My ice blue eyes glowed and she matched the same color.

When the light faded, she was completely healed.

I felt back to normal – completed.

Y/N POV

Peter hugged me tightly and I returned the favor.

The violent feeling inside was gone.

Whenever Peter’s close to me, everything feels right; balanced.  

He fills the emptiness that I didn’t even know I had.

Peter crawled his fingers on my stomach to feel for the wound.

“How?”

“When we had sex last night,  we merged. We are now one. If separated from each other too long, it becomes unbearable. You’re my mate.”

“You do know that wolves mate for life, right?”

“Well so do fairies”

“You slept with Y/N?!”

Scott was pissed.

His eyes glowed red and his fangs were exposed.

We both looked at each other and back at Scott.

“We should run”

“Probably a good idea”

Scott chased after you and Peter into the woods.

Isaac POV

“Hello? Scott? You’re supposed to take me home”

I looked around the cabin.

I sighed and went outside.

His motorcycle and Peter’s car was gone.

They left me.

Again.

I started the three-hour walk back home.

mermaidsforpansexuality  asked:

ive tried to watch and read some superhero comics and shows but i could never read more than a few comics or watch more than a few epeisodes. do u have any suggestions for really good ones?

Hmmm, I think so! It might be tricky, only because I don’t really know your preferences but, I can share some stuff that I’ve really enjoyed? With the disclaimer of course that YMMV. 

I think the best way to attack this is to narrow the ‘results’ as it were. I don’t know about you, but I find that the most…daunting? thing about superhero comics is the sheer MASS of continuity standing between you and the current issue, so. I’m gonna recommend some stuff that is fairly self-contained, and is easy to find either on comixology, @ the book store, or the local library. (Provided they have a good selection of comics/graphic novels.) 

RIGHT THEN, LET’S DO THIS:

- Matt Fraction/David Aja’s Hawkeye. At 22 issues, it’s pretty easy to get through, and it doesn’t require a ton of background knowledge of the Marvel Universe. Just follows Clint. Doing what he does when he’s not hanging with the Avengers.
- Darwyn Cooke’s The New Frontier. Okay, so you want to experience the DC Universe without actually having to read five billion books SO, GRAB THIS ONE. It’s like…the best stuff about DC crammed into one gorgeous trade.
- Scott Beatty/Chuck Dixon/Marcos Martin/Alvaro Lopez’s Batgirl: Year One. (If I ever make a list of recs that doesn’t contain Batgirl: Year One, please just assume I’ve been swapped out with a pod person and proceed accordingly.) Self contained origin story of one Barbara Gordon, Batgirl. 
- Keith Giffen/Bilquis Evely’s Sugar & Spike: Metahuman Investigations. Two private investigators deal with embarrassing stuff from superheroes’ Silver Age pasts. And if that pitch doesn’t sell you, believe me, Evely’s art will.  
- Ryan North/Erica Henderson’s The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Beats Up the Marvel Universe. This was marketed as a kind of–I want to stay ‘stand alone’ even though that’s not quite right–graphic novel featuring Squirrel Girl and her pals, and it is 1.) Lots of fun 2.) packed with all the zaniness of the Marvel Universe w/o the meddlesome event comics and crossovers 3.) a convenient easy-to-read single volume. 
- And, okay, okay. This…this one might be a little out there, and you might not like it, but I gotta throw it in the mix here because I was so pleasantly surprised when I read it. Tom King/Gabriel H. Walta’s Vision. It’s only 12 (?) issues and collected in trades and it…is so weird but very, very good.
- Also Adventures of Supergirl. The creative team is crazy huge but I think you should be able to track it down on title alone.

So, those are some pretty solid superhero comics that I can think of off the top of my head (read: currently sitting on my bookshelf in my direct line of sight) and they’re short(ish), complete, and fairly easy to track down.

 If you want ongoing title recs, here’s a bunch of stuff I read last year and really enjoyed. (Spider-Woman is not pictured but she absolutely should be because her book is GREAT.)

As for Superhero shows…mmm. Try the first season of Agent Carter (don’t bother w/ the second) and The Middleman. Those are both ‘superhero’ shows that…aren’t really ‘superhero’ shows. So you might find them more to your liking? (Agent Carter is spy-fi set in the MCU, and Middleman is…also kinda spy-fi? and pokes fun at the genre.) 

Hopefully this helps! :D

Don’t normally do this on Tumblr, but what about the BBS squad as like, the avengers or something? So like, Idk man this will be all in my preference in who I think goes with who..

Iron Man = Evan

Captain America = Jonathan

Hulk = Tyler

Black Widow = Brock

Wanda = Daithi

Thor = Brian

Hawkeye = Craig

Falcon = Bryce

Black Panther = Marcel

Spider Man = Ohm

Vision = Sark

Quicksilver = Arlan

War Machine = Luke

Doctor Strange = Scotty

Idk really, I guess I might make this an AU almost. Anyone is welcome to change anything really, just an idea. And tell me if I missed anybody, still a little new to the BBS fandom.

A Curse of Ecstasy

This is how I look.  How I look is who I am.

In a mirror, I fascinate myself.

Walking down the street, I fascinate others.  I draw their eyes.

The universe revolves around me, because I have shaped my own universe.  I am aware of this truth, but I do not let it change me.  I am how I look.

That is muscle under my skin.  You can see its ridges, its sweep.  All of the muscles combined in my body are one creature, a creature I trained exhaustively for many years until it was able to stand tall inside of me and spread its wings. 

I spread mine with it.  I stand up tall, I meet gazes.  Whispers do not reach my height.  Feeble shouts from those I left behind are little more than timid breezes against my jawline.

I dress like this because I can.  I do not ask for permission.  I am proud to show off the creature of muscle that lives beneath my skin.  It breathes fire, it arches & flexes.  It likes to show off.

I command.  I can pin you down, see through you in a second’s worth of time.  I know your foibles and your hungers.  I know what kind of fool you are, and I know what kind of man you can be.  I will follow you down the dark hallway and pin you by the shoulders to the dark wall, the rustle of our skin scraping against each other.  You will fight - I would not have chosen you otherwise - but you will lose.  You will lose a piece of yourself in the losing, but gain a piece of something else - something submissive, something wanting.  Something desperately hungry. 

You see, it’s easy to thrall to me, to swoon and sway internally as I walk by.  I make it simple for you to want to understand me.  I may even be playful with you.  I may offer clues to myself, but you’ll never be able to put all the pieces together, and that mystery excites you.  You tent in your pants as I approach, because you know that I cannot be entirely unraveled.  You need a drink of water.  Or a beer.  Or a shot.

The first time we talk, it’s funny to watch you posture and mug in front of me.  It’s clear to me that you only ape at being a man.  I know that you’d rather be an ape.  Knuckle-dragging.  You play up your intelligence because it’s the only piling you have to stand on.  You’re so obvious it makes me chuckle a little.  Eventually, though, you’ll run out of words.  It takes awhile, but eventually the beer wins out and you are a little bleary and slightly more clear at the same time.  I like you better with smaller words coming out of your mouth.  I’d like you even better if those words slushed into grunts, removing words completely.  Removing brains completely.  Dozy, hazy eyes and grunts of contentment or confusion.  Big dumb eyes and big dumb biceps.  Just like mine.  It won’t be too hard to get you to want that.  Just like mine.  You’d climb up a mountain of broken skulls to be just a little more like me.

And it will be so easy to fuck the intelligence out of your head.  In the dark bedroom, with your body and face pressed to the mattress, back hyper-flexed and asshole pumping around my rigid cock, you will feel those pesky words and errant notions slammed out of you.  Again and again and again, until you are a milky-white splatter of drool & cum.  And, like a moss, it will grow on your brain, each time we meet in the bend of the bedroom.  You will chuckle low when you’re amused, or even if you’re not, just so often that you might seem a little retarded.  Developmentally challenged.  Following me around because you are in my orbit, and I exert pull, even when we aren’t in the same space.

All this, but you only see it in a brief flash, a flash-quick vision, as you sit beside me at the bar and realize your head has been nodding, like being pulled up & down slowly on a string, this entire conversation.  You make an effort to stop it, but somehow your efforts are unsuccessful.  You should be vaguely alarmed, but you’re not.

And this is how I find you.  It’s easy if you know where to look.  I can see more of you - you’re not that special - out there in the crowd.  Scanning for men like me, over & over, and you are all filled to the brim with wispy sighs and dreams of possible magic.  You’re curious and afraid at the same time of meeting my gaze for the first time.  You know that, when you do, when the shades come off, that you may be looking at my eyes for a very, very long time.  Perhaps forever.  Even though you see other things, you are still looking into my eyes.  On the periphery, the sinews of my muscle twist & writhe, the caged beast resettling itself over the frame of my skeleton.

I catch a glimpse of your shudder.  It is of two - terror & ecstasy at once.

And this is as it should be.

I’ve found that the best remedy for this life is laughter. I’ve learned to laugh at myself and I do so often. It turns out I’m fucking hilarious. Who knew? Nothing cures my self-importance faster. Laughing clears my vision and allows me to see down the road a little farther. Laughter helps me to endure those things I can’t change and motivates me to change those things that I can. This is the best life advice I can offer. Success is great, but tonight I might blow an aneurysm sitting on the toilet. If I don’t laugh at this my friends sure will. Let’s face it…that would be a hilarious way to die. Don’t think that god or the universe isn’t whimsical enough either. I assure you it is. Best to learn how to laugh at yourself.
—  SacredHeartGnosis
Fic title: Voice of an Angel, by tfw_cas

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Dean singing in the shower is the most beautiful thing Castiel has ever heard, and he cannot stop himself from listening and fantasising every time. When he gets caught their relationship changes for ever.

AO3

Written for the Destiel & Cockles Sentence Monthly Challenge 

Part 1 of the Voice of an Angel? series

Prompt: Cas discovers Dean’s penchant for singing in the shower. 


As he walked down the hallway in the bunker Cas heard music coming from the direction of the shower room. Well… it wasn’t music, so much as singing and, yes, it was Dean’s voice. He would recognise it anywhere. He was singing a song Cas knew well; The Battle of Evermore, by Led Zeppelin. It was one of those on the repeatedly-listened-to mixtape belonging to the angel, with a label bearing the legend ‘Dean’s top 13 Zepp traxx’. It was also absolutely the most cherished possession he owned - even more so since the hunter had made its significance clear by refusing to take it back, saying ‘it’s a gift. You keep those.’

He stopped walking and revelled in the sweet melody; letting it wash over him, allowing it to cause an interesting reaction through his body. What he wouldn’t give to be under the water with Dean right now, holding him, caressing him, helping to wash that beautiful body… Oh, this is so wrong. Cas rushed away to his room, to deal with his situation hurriedly and messily. Whispering the most important word he knew - Dean - he achieved satisfaction. Panting, he lamented - not for the first time - that his sexual encounters with Dean were merely fantasies and that they could never be real.

Without even realising it, Cas started to find himself lurking near the shower room every time Dean was inside. It was a different song each time and he would listen to that wonderful voice, then rush back to his room with images in his mind. Images that he would store away for later; for his pleasure. Cas knew he should not keep doing this, but he could not help himself, and what harm was it doing, anyway?


The fourth time this happened, Sam appeared in front of him in the hallway. It was too late for Cas to hide, or invent an explanation for why he was just standing there, so he smiled as innocently as he could manage. “Hello Sam.”

“Hey Cas. What’s up?” The younger Winchester looked at him curiously.

Does he know why I’m here? Cas was alarmed at the thought that Sam might know what he had been doing. What if he tells Dean? “Nothing. I was… listening to the music.”

Sam looked very confused then. “Music? The only ‘music’ I can hear is Dean singing.” Yes, Sam did do the air quotes.

“Yes, isn’t it beautiful?” Cas had a blissful expression on his face, as Sam shook his head in disagreement.

“Dude. Dean is tone deaf. His singing is awful, man.”

“Sam, you are wrong. He has the voice of an angel. It touches me inside.”

“Ew, that’s gross Cas. I did not want to know that.” Sam looked truly disgusted at the thought and started to leave. Before he could get away, though, they heard Dean call from the showers.

“Hey. What’s going on out there? Are you two arguing?”

Before Cas could even open his mouth Sam shouted back. “Yeah. Cas thinks you have the voice of an angel, and I told him your singing sucks.”

Cas was frozen to the spot, as Sam laughed heartily. “I’m leaving before he dumps a bucket of water over me.” He tossed his hair and walked away, leaving Cas to deal with the consequences of Dean’s discovery.

A moment later, Dean came out from the shower room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped down his face, over his body, and onto the floor. Cas was completely transfixed by the vision in front of him and he was unaware that his eyes had widened or that his breath was coming out in short pants. The hunter noticed immediately, however, and walked quickly over to him; invading his personal space.

“So Cas… you like my singing, huh?” Unable to speak, the angel nodded and swallowed thickly.

Gently mimicking him, Dean nodded back, and smiled shyly. “Do-do you think you might need a shower, Cas? I think you’re a little dirty.”

Cas blinked a couple of times as his brain tried to register what Dean had just said. Did he mean what I think he meant? “Is that a flirtation?”

“Do… you want it to be?”

What, were they only speaking in questions now? Cas decided that it was time for him to act. Grabbing hold of Dean’s towel, he pulled him forwards, until their chests were touching. Looking Dean straight in the eyes he growled. “Don’t ask stupid questions.”

Before the hunter could reply, Castiel crushed their lips together. The kiss was hard and passionate; all teeth and tongues, and gorgeous lips that moved against his perfectly. The hunter made a kind of purring sound and - oh Chuck - Cas’s body responded in a way he had not experienced before. He found himself grinding his hips into Dean’s, Dean gasped, and the angel took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into the man’s mouth. Tasting him, feeling him - it was almost too much - especially as he was grinding right back, with just as much enthusiasm.

“D-Dean, I think I am going to-”

“No no, not yet.” Dean drew back slightly, panting. “C’mon Cas, shower.”  

Fuck the shower. Cas tried to pull the man back towards him and finish what they had started right there. But Dean was insistent. “Sam won’t disturb us in there.”

Taking hold of his hand, Dean led Castiel into the steam-filled room. He was just as impatient as the angel, grabbing roughly at the trench coat before throwing it in a corner. Dean made quick work of the rest of the clothes too, until Cas stood in front of him naked and a little shy. He paused to take in the glorious sight before him.

“Cas… god.” He drew in a shaky breath and Castiel captured his mouth again; smashing their lips together with hunger and want. As they kissed, he backed Dean up against the shower wall and pinned him against the tiles with his body, then began to slowly roll their hips together. Dean tried to switch the shower on, but it was difficult when Cas was all over him like that. Eventually, he managed to reach over far enough and the water began to beat down on them relentlessly. As they explored each other in wonder, Cas started pulling Dean’s hair softly before running his hands down the sides of his neck and onto his chest. He was a work of art and Cas wanted to admire every inch of him. When his hands wandered lower, Dean broke off the kiss and groaned.

“Fuck Cas. Where’d you learn how to do that?”

Cas’s hand had reached Dean’s cock, and he had begun to stroke it. “You mean this?”

“Y-yeah. Ahhhh… all of it. The kiss-“ Dean trailed off as the strokes sped up. Cas planted little kisses over his neck and chest; then moved down to his nipple and flicked it with his tongue.

Dean bucked his hips forward and cried out. “Jesus. Fuck, Cas… I’m-” The rest of what he said turned into incoherent babbling, as Cas - somehow expertly - brought him to the best goddam orgasm he had ever had. The hot liquid spilled over Cas’s hand, as the angel continued to jerk him until he was spent. As his eyes came back into focus, Dean found that Castiel was watching him intently and he suddenly felt very exposed.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I wanted to watch you in your most intimate moment. You are so beautiful, Dean.”

Sap. Dean became aware that Cas was still in need of release - despite the constant grinding - and he flipped their positions so that the angel was now against the wall. He dropped to his knees and kissed the tip of Cas’ dick, before he gave it a little lick. The noise Castiel made at this was positively sinful, and very encouraging, so he moved forward slightly and took it into his mouth.

“Dean!” Cas cried out, and this just spurred the man on. He reached around and placed his hands on Cas’ ass cheeks, then started to bob his head - taking as much of the cock into his mouth as he could; swirling his tongue along the shaft and around the head.

“DeanDean… fuck.” The angel’s cries were getting louder and Dean could see him scrabbling his hands on the tiles, trying to grab hold of something. The hunter took the angel’s hands and placed them on his head. As Castiel pulled at Dean’s hair, their eyes locked again and the hunter realised now why Cas wanted to look at him while he came. Watching your lover’s face as they fell apart was a fucking big turn-on.

Castiel continued to cry out - Jesus, he’s loud - and his breathing became ragged as he approached his release. The pulls on Dean’s hair became rougher and the angel couldn’t help thrusting into that warm, velvety mouth. But Dean carried on and was rewarded with the salty, bitter liquid spilling down his throat as Cas came with a shout. “Dean! Shitfuck!” Dear Lord - Cas screaming obscenities as he orgasmed was hot as fuck.

They stayed like that until Cas started to become over-sensitive, then he pulled Dean back to his feet and kissed him softly. When they broke apart, Dean shook his head with an incredulous look on his face.

“You’ve got a filthy mouth, Cas. You know that? I kinda like it though.”

Cas chuckled. “I think it is you who has the filthy mouth, Dean. What you just did…” He looked earnestly into Dean’s face. “I-I hope we can do it again.”

“Yeah. That, and… other stuff. I wanna make you sing for me again.” Dean’s voice became breathy at the thought of what they might do.

“That was not singing Dean.” Cas looked very confused.

“Well, it was music to my ears.” Now who’s the sap?

Whatever happened, it was guaranteed that they would be making sweet music together again.

ninarrith  asked:

q: top 3 kestrin aus?

alright *cracks knuckles* let’s do this

warning: severe case of rambling, read at your own risk

ok, so because i’m bad at keeping things short and concise and i literally never shut up, here’s what we’re gonna do: divide this into two! brilliant! first part’s gonna be in world AUs and the second part - out of world AUs, because why not

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Goto Rara’s Ameblo 170715

“It was fulfilling +.゚(La*´∀`la)+.゚”
2017-07-15 22:17:38

Good evening, everyone!!

Everyone say Lalalalai!
Everyone smile Lalalalai!
I am a cupid who delivers smiles,
I’m Team E’s
Lala, Goto Rara
(^^)

Today we had the privilege of performing Igai ni Mango on “Ongaku no Hi” ☺️☺️

Were you all able to find me?? 😊

I put my bangs up for the first time in a while, what do you think??

I wondered if I’d be easy to find like this. lol

I used to put them up a long time ago, but I’ve gotten so used to bangs, that this is embarrassing.

I was a little embarrassed 😊

But it improved my field of vision 🙌🙌

I might do it again if I feel like it. lol

After the recording, I went on a date in Shibuya with Ryoha-san 😊

It was the first time in a while that we went out ☺️☺️

I’ve been wanting to go for a while, so I was extremely happy〜〜☺️

Ice cream〜〜

I had Popping Shower, Caramel Candy, and Matcha 😊😊

3 flavors!!! lol

There’s a special flavor now, so of course the lines were long lol

Just this was enough to fill me up today lol

And then we bought matching clothes ☺️☺️

Or to be precise, she bought it for me 😢😢

She said “Thanks for your hard work on your tests.”

I wondered to myself “Is she a goddess? Or is she an angel?”

And eventually the answer came to me to that she’s both a goddess and an angel.

She’s already wonderful enough on the outside, how can she be this wonderful on the inside too.

I’m really fortunate that I could even meet such a wonderful person.

I can’t even imagine SKE activities without Ryoha-san!!!!

She’s indispensable

Honestly.

She’s my support.

Honestly, I’m so glad Ryoha-san is here☺️

I bought some other things too,

It was reeeeally fun ☺️☺️

It would be great if the 2 of us were able to go on a date again〜〜🙂

And then, did you watch today’s Uta-Tube??🙂🙂

We performed “Seifuku wo Nugitaku Natte Kita.”

It would be great if we had a chance to perform it again〜〜🙂

There’s a handshake event tomorrow☺️

I walked a lot today, so I think I’m going to rest my legs ☺️

Well then,

See you later!!!!

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“Isn’t that your teacher, Aretha? The one you said had the logic of Wittgenstein and the vision of George Orwell?”

“Affirmative, that is she.”

id-rather-be-introverting  asked:

Hi! I just found your blog, and oh my gosh I love it! I was wondering if I might ask you a question? I'm pretty head blind- I can sense energies, but I never "see" things. Would you have any tips on learning to see auras?

Hi! I’m sorry you sent this a while ago and I’m only just answering. 

How to read auras

Learning to see auras takes practice but is definitely achievable. I personally can’t see my own but I can see other people’s so you can try this with your own hand or with a willing buddy. 

First thing: I honestly don’t think there are rules with auras. Everyone’s energy is different, and everyone is gonna see energy differently. So don’t worry if your experience varies from what you’ve read. 

So for when you’re just learning:

Have your subject against a clean, light background. 

Let your eyes relax a little. Stare just above your subject. You will hopefully start to see the energy field in your peripheral vision. It may appear as a small field or it might be quite broad. 

Don’t worry about the colours right away. Just experiment with “tuning in” and being able to quickly see the energy. One website I saw suggested rubbing your hands together and then pulling them apart to see the “sticky” energy between them. This doesn’t work for me as I can’t see my own but it may work for you! 

The colours may be very very faint and difficult to see to begin with. Don’t worry about this. This will come with practice and before you know it, they’ll be shining out at you! But in the early stages, if you’re struggling, squeeze your eyes shut for a few seconds and the colours may appear a lot brighter when you do before fading away. Honestly I still do this trick when I’m struggling with “what shade of yellow even is that???”. 

Another word of advice: People see auras differently. Some people see multi-layers of colours, some people see patches, some people see movement. I read auras while I’m counselling so they tend to change. I’ve seen flashes of emotion, wriggling worms of anger, bubbles of sadness. You name it. Auras reflect the energy and emotions of the person you’re reading so they can be erratic and sensitive. That’s all part of the fun! Nothing you see is “wrong” because it’s odd. 

When reading for other people, pay attention to the whole body if you can. Love may dictate their actions so their head wears a crown of pink but they carry jealousy and anger on their shoulders. You may miss the whole picture if you’re only looking in one place. 

Practice often to see the colours clearly and it’s good to do it with someone you know well so you can attune to them quickly. If you’re more sensitive to someone’s vibrations, it’s generally easier to learn to see their colours as you’re halfway there already. 

I’ve been meaning to type up this post for ages because people ask me this question all the time. I hope this answered it but if anyone has any follow up questions, be sure to send them in!

Don’t Be A Cog...

Originally posted by insxneofrp

Sorry if this is a bit long guys but I really hope you enjoy it and I hope you don’t like Dwight too much…just saying haha!


Sometimes life doesn’t go according to plan…especially in Gotham.

Here I am…just left school and starting on my way on a career path…well that is until I got fired.

Typical office job…9 til 5 and 5 days a week.

It was okay…a little boring but okay.

If it wasn’t for the supervisor…she wasn’t a manager but just a supervisor who acted like a manager. She was probably the reason the term ‘Micro-managing’ was created.

I really needed this job and she knew that but still just through me out like trash.

I know they say you can’t find happiness at the bottom of a bottle but I wasn’t sure what else to do…I didn’t want to go home just yet and confront my parents.

So I made my way to a new club that opened not too far away. After flashing my ID to the guy standing at the door, I made my way in and weaved through the crowd, taking a seat at the bar.

I ordered the strongest drink they had and was shortly served. While sipping my drink I looked around and noticed everyone in the club was dressed in the same sort of clothes. The shirts appeared to be straitjackets and a lot of people were wearing messy clown makeup.

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