the lost grounds

Flustered

Title: Flustered

Word Count: A lot

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Warnings: Sexual themes but no actual smut

Summary: You want to prank Peter Parker and the best way to do it is to make him very flustered.

Part 2  Part 3

You were walking around the tower trying to find someone to mess with.  You saw Nat, Bucky, Wanda, and Clint sitting around the breakfast table.

Nat and Bucky were immediately out because messing with assassins usually ended with bodily harm.  You shuddered remembering that time you tried to throw a water balloon at Bucky.  Never again.

Wanda and Clint were out for the same reason.  They both knew you were about to do something before you even did it. Wanda you could understand, mind reading and all, but with Clint it was weird.  It was as if he woke up knowing when, where, and what you were going to do to him.

You moved on to the kitchen to find Thor, Steve and Vision.  You hated pranking Thor and Vision.  Thor just assumed it was some Earthen custom and laughed along with you.  Vision just didn’t get it, ever.

Steve was just too much of a gentleman to ever react or retaliate.  Where’s the fun in messing with someone if they don’t react?  You sighed disappointing there was no target for you here.

You walked around trying to find your dad and Banner.  You finally found them in their lab.  This made you groan.  Pranking in a lab was at best dangerous and at worst explosive.  Also pranking your dad usually meant you got grounded or lost mission privileges.  Not worth it.  That left you with one person.

Peter.

You walked into the lab with a mischievous glint in your eye. “Dad do you know where Spider-boy is? I need someone to mess with or my whole day just feels off.”

Tony looked up with a smile.” I believe he’s in the training room.”

This made you extra happy.  Not only did you have a target but your target was probably working out sweaty and shirtless.  So you turned right back around and went off to the training room.  

You had to sneak up to the training room due to the giant wall of windows.  You peaked around the corner to look in and your heart almost stopped.  There was Peter Parker working out in just low hanging athletic shorts. Sweat was dripping down his abs and his messy hair was in his eyes. You looked skyward for strength to not melt into a puddle right then and there.

You looked around the room trying to formulate a plan.  You saw his suit in a gym bag near the door and an idea popped into your head.  You smiled, you really were just too evil.  You tip toed towards the door as not to be seen.  You quietly creaked open the door wincing at the sound it made.  You froze looking up at Parker but he was so concentrated he didn’t even notice.  You sighed and went over to the bag zipping it open and grabbing the web launchers.

You smirked and continued to sneak up on your unsuspecting victim.  Once you got close enough where you couldn’t miss you stopped.  “Ohh Peter.” You drawled finally gaining his attention.

He turned around with a confused look right before you webbed his hands to the floor.  He yelped as he fell and tried to wriggle out of it.  You slowly sauntered over to your prey with a smile.  Once you reached him you sat down straddling him.  This made him immediately stop wiggling.

“Now that I’ve caught my Spider what to do with him?”  You whispered leaning in.  Peter gulped as you got closer.

“Y/N I was training let me go thi-” You rolled your hips as you leaned closer.  He squeaked as his face turned to a fiery red.

“What was that Spidey?” You giggled.

He gulped before continuing “I-I s-said let me go and stop this.”  He stuttered out.

You feigned an innocent look. “Stop what?”  And rolled your hips again.  He closed his eyes and took in a ragged breath.  His arms were bulging trying to be free of the webbing.  You rolled again for good measure.

“S-s-stop that.”  He whispered his eyes tightly closed and even his ears were burning red.  You giggled at the state you were putting him in.  Looking down at your master piece you knew one more thing would seal the deal.

You started at the base of his neck and started to kiss and suck.  Slowly moving up to his jaw.  You heard him groan and it took all of you to not stop and laugh. Moving along his jaw you finally got to his lips.  You pulled him in cupping both of his cheeks.  The kiss was passionate as Peter tried to lean in but only getting so far.  You continued to roll your hips as you were kissing him making him moan. You broke apart both breathing heavy. 

When you broke apart his eyes fluttered open and they were dark and full of lust. You wanted to stay there forever continuing this sweet torture but that wasn’t the plan. 

You briskly got up and started to leave.  Peter made a sound of protest, wiggling harder to be free.  He tried to call you back. “Y/N wait you can’t just leave me!”

You just smiled, blew a kiss and said, “If you get free come and find me.” 

House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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on the topic of not-so-obvious obvious observations

Listen I know everyone has this figured out but because I like making it clearer for us who are a lil slow to the game

I’m not 

Saying

The caller

Is Orion

But I’m saying

It’s Orion.

Just thought you should know.

ok listen

jiang wen and donnie yen right

for some reason i felt the need to let u know how they are both very attractive but in subtly different ways and i

my,, hand slipped

i cannot be held responsible

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enbyrapunzel  asked:

So are you saying that I'm allowed to use daydreaming as a coping mechanism? Even though I'm an adult? I've been told that I need to grow out of that stuff but... I really miss creating my own worlds

After thoroughly investigating “maladaptive daydreaming” literature, I could find no actual evidence that daydreaming is, in itself, maladaptive!  The problem is usually a skill gap where the daydreamer ALSO doesn’t know how to deal with a problem.

A problem that occurs in countless other people who don’t daydream.

Meanwhile, my main area of study is complex trauma, which field is full of cases of, “This horrible trauma/neglect/deprivation should have totally fucked this person up and would have produced a human being incapable of anything resembling a normal life–but because they had a rich imagination and abundant inner resources, they were able to create an inner narrative that gave the safety, control, love, and meaning that their real life utterly lacked.”

So I was gonna say “ehh, I’m new to the field, IDK that I’m allowed to give anyone permission to anyone” but—

DREAM THE FUCK ON.  Learn to deal with real life too, but if daydreams are there for you to fall back on? DREAM.

🌙Encouragement for the Moon Signs Part 2: Libra-Pisces🌙

♎️Libra Moon : You are too kind. Too pleasing. Too balanced. The level scales struggle with the severity of feeling. You are going to have to decide what is right and what is fair, because it can’t always be both. You are graceful and far reaching, welcoming and flowing, but don’t give your hand to a wolf. Guard yourself.

♏️Scorpio Moon : You are so turbulent. Extreme. Severe. Hidden. Extract your feelings and put them on the table. But tenderly. The outside world can’t always handle your intensity so well, but there are ways to express yourself without compromising your essence. You’re so beautiful. A magic sorcerer. Don’t be a hermit always. Let yourself into the light.

♐️Sagittarius Moon : You are the enthusiast, the traveling being, Jupiter expands your emotions, and sometimes it’s hard to reach and grab ahold of them. Ideals and fire are beautiful things. But reach down and grab a handful of earth, a sip of water, and throw yourself off a cliff. You are warm and optimistic, feel yourself close and not always far.

♑️Capricorn Moon : My dear Capricorn, you are the toughest of them all. Too tough. Too guarded. Too strong. Too afraid. But so, so soft on the inside. And this is my lesson to you: let softness reveal its strength to you, and vulnerability be your tender hand to hold when the feelings you bottle inside become too much to handle on your own. Speak up intimately. Shout and scream to your loved ones. You deserve it. Don’t stay quiet and repressed.

♒️Aquarius Moon : Sister, sister. Some call you my opposite, and yet we are so close. You crave (good) attention but won’t admit it. You crave community and acceptance but are confused by the warmth that requires. You feel so different, so unique, so foreign, your emotions are hard to understand. But I know you and I feel you. You aren’t a foreigner, though you feel like one. Be what I shouldn’t: loud, dramatic. Open yourself up and ATTACH.

♓️Pisces Moon : I love you. You are the true empath. The true dreamer under the sea, the psychic healer, the unrelenting lover, always willing to be the sacrificial lamb so someone else doesn’t have to be. So the hurt is evaded. These are my words to you : help the hurting, heal the oppressed, but strike down the evil energy and do not let yourself be walked on, for you are the feet of emotion, the bottom of the sea rising to the surface to break the act and bring us all as one into your compassionate dream. A dream that is a lost reality. Stand your ground. You don’t have to be a black hole for darkness and evil. Absorb the good and heal yourself.

Rough Week?

We’ve all been there. Last week didn’t go so hot. It was one thing after another and we reached a bit of a breaking point. Sound familiar? I sort of had the mother of all bad weeks. Convenience ruled supreme. Motivation came to an absolute standstill. Shit hit the fan. The closest occurrence to exercise was pushing myself up from the face plant on my couch. I could go on and revel you in the 7-part saga that is this week, but let’s not because I’m ready now!

It Happens to Everyone: Before we get started on anything else just know that nothing is wrong with you, you weren’t weak, you didn’t fail, and while the emotions you feel might be intense you are neither alone nor wrong for having them. There are usually only so many red alerts we can have flash before our eyes before something has to give. But–there is no music to face. We’re all relating here. Just know that one day or one one week cannot undo several weeks, months, or years of taking better care of yourself. It’s totally normal. We’re all human.

Advise Against “Making Up” for Lost Ground: Treat the next day or week like it’s simply the next one succeeding the last one. Avoid eating and exercise behaviors that are too far removed from your typical habits. You’re trying to get back on track, not repent. OK? Not only does it tend to keep someone in a negative head space, but trying to pull out a massive comeback via overexertion or severe restriction can get you stuck in a feedback loop. You need to satisfy your hunger and workout normally. It’s just another normal day.  

Detox Products are Not the Answer: Your kidneys and liver do that. If they do not, be admitted to a hospital immediately. Detox products only empty your wallet and probably induce diarrhea. Drink plenty of water and choose foods high in fiber to work out the excess waste and water retention. Your body came equipped with all the goods it needed.

Choose Some Foods That Make You Feel Refreshed and Pampered: A huge part of the game is mental, so pick something that makes you feel a bit spoiled and frivolous. I’d probably be one to argue that putting slices of cucumber and lemon in your water is pretty gimmicky, but if that makes you feel revitalized and special; frickin’ do it. Try something new and make it about how fun fresh food can be! Be excited by something!

Do Exercise: Pick one of your favorite workout activities. It can be a bit overwhelming to get back into our routine after having a rough week, so it needs to be a fun one. If you’re still feeling overwhelmed or yucky, opt for some walks or low impact activities to ease back into it. Just like fresh foods, getting some activity and some sweat out will help with the mental and physical symptoms of going off-road.

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stay tuned for some diary comics! this is a pretty big project, im drawing up some scribbles i did while i was away into proper diary comics.

here’s some context on my life. since it is my life, and life is multi-genre, these comics will be largely my usual brand of trying-to-be-comedy, injected with some more #realstuff, because i need to hand this into school when term starts and i’ve got to make out like there’s some artistic merit here.

notallprincesses  asked:

I had an experience today I needed to share because it fell squarely into "This would happen to Seanan" territory. Today I learned that wild ground squirrels will just come into your home. They do not care that it's yours. I came home to my quaint little apartment building today to check on my special needs kitty and to just get away from work. It did not seem odd to me that the main building door was open. This happens all the time when people are moving in or out. 1 of ?

“So I go upstairs and open my door, and in shoots a streak of brown that had to have a sonic boom following it.  I’m surprised it hadn’t gone Spaceballs plaid.  I was unaware that a ground squirrel found its way in the building and was looking for a place to hide.   I grabbed my cat, who has the hunting instincts of a blind, arthritic sea cucumber, and put her in the bedroom and shut the door,  because I could not fathom trying to chase this thing out from my cluttered closet.    2 of ?”

“I then grabbed the closest thing I had, which was a cheap some mop from the dollar store.   With said mop, and some screaming, and the squirrel chasing me at one point,  I finally got the thing from behind my fireplace credenza, under two end tables, a coffee table, an overturned oversized chair and ottoman, I got it out of my apartment.   I did this by lying down on the floor like a starfish and swinging the mop on the floor like one hand of Big Ben.  3 of ?”

“I did this all with my apartment door wide open to the world, the cat meowing bloody murder in the bedroom because she hates being locked away, and my work clothes on.  I slammed my door shut and called the landlord to come take care of business.   I then had to have my landlord call my boss to confirm that I was back late from lunch because I was being held hostage in my apartment by a lost ground squirrel that did not pay rent.   4 of 5″

“So now I have “Late from lunch - excused” on my HR time record with the note “Squirrel hostage situation” attached to it.  The next time, I’ll just let the ground squirrel have the apartment. It’ll be easier to move.  5 of 5″

This was a ride from start to finish, and an absolute delight.  Thank you for sharing!

on trust and manipulation

Back in early high school, I knew a girl - we were kinda friends by virtue of having multiple friends in common, but in hindsight, she never much liked me - who had this purebred dog. I’d met him at her place, and he wasn’t desexed, which was pretty unusual in my experience, so it stuck in the memory. And one day, as we were walking across the playground, this girl - I’ll call her Felice - said to me, “Hey, so we’re going to start using my dog as a stud.” And I’m like, Oh? And she’s like, “Yeah, we’ve been talking to breeders, we’re going to get to see his puppies and everything,” and I made interested noises because that actually sounded pretty interesting, and she went on a little bit more about how it would all work -

And then, out of nowhere, she swapped this sly look with another girl, burst out laughing and exclaimed, “God, you’re so gullible. I literally just made that up. You’ll believe anything!”

And I was just. Dumbfounded. Because I was standing there, staring at them, and they were laughing like I was an idiot, like they’d pulled this massive trick on me, and all I could think, apart from why the fuck they felt moved to do this in the first place, was that neither of them knew what gullible means. Like, literally nothing in that story was implausible! I knew she had an undesexed, male, purebred dog! It made total sense that he be used for a stud! And it wasn’t like I was getting this information from a second party - the person who actually owned the dog was telling me herself! And I felt so immensely frustrated, because they both walked off before I could figure out how to articulate that gullible means taking something unlikely or impossible at face value, whereas Felice had told me a very plausible lie, and while the end result in both cases is that the believer is tricked, the difference was that I wasn’t actually being stupid. Rather, Felice had manipulated the fact that she occupied a position of relative social trust - meaning, I didn’t have any reason to expect her to lie to me - to try and make me feel stupid.

Which, thinking back, was kind of par for the course with Felice. On another occasion, as our group was walking from Point A to Point B, I felt a tugging jostle on my school bag. I didn’t turn around, because I knew my friends were behind me, and my bag was often half-zipped - I figured someone was just shoving something back in that had fallen out, or had grabbed it in passing as they horsed around. Instead, Felice steps up beside me, grinning, and hands me my wallet, which she’d just pulled out, and tells me how oblivious I was for not noticing that she’d been rifling my bag, and how I ought to pay more attention. This was not done playfully: the clear intent, again, was to make me feel stupid for trusting that my friends - which, in that context, included her - weren’t going to fuck with me. As before, I couldn’t explain this to her, and she walked on, pleased with herself, before I could try.

The worst time, though, was when I came back from the canteen at lunch one day, and Felice, again backed up by another girl, told me that my dad had showed up on campus looking for me. By this time, you’d think I’d have cottoned on to her particular way of fucking with me, but I hadn’t, and my dad worked close enough to the school that he really could’ve stopped in. So I believed her, a strange little lurch in my stomach that I couldn’t quite place, and asked where he was. She said he’d gone looking for me elsewhere, at another building where we sometimes sat, and so I hurried off to look for him, feeling more and more anxious as I wondered why he might be there.

I was halfway across campus before I let myself remember that my mother was in hospital.

I felt physically sick. My pulse went through the roof; I couldn’t think of a reason why my dad would be at school looking for me that didn’t mean something terrible had happened to my mother, that her surgery had gone wrong, that she was sick or hurt or dying. And when my dad wasn’t where she’d said he would be, I hurried back to Felice - who was now sitting with half our mutual group of friends - only to be met with laughter. She called me gullible again, and that time, I snapped. I chased her down and punched her, and the friends who’d only just arrived, who didn’t know what had happened or why I was reacting like that, instantly took her side. Noises were made about telling the rest of our friends what I’d done, and I didn’t want them to hear Felice’s version first, so I ran off to the library, where I knew they were, to tell them first.

I walked into the library. I found our other friends. I was shaky and red-faced, and they asked me what had happened. I told them what Felice had done, that I’d hit her for it, that my mother was in hospital for an operation - something I’d mentioned in passing over the previous week; multiple people nodded in recognition - and how I’d thought Felice’s lie meant that something bad had happened. And then I burst into tears, something I almost never did, because it wasn’t until I said it out loud that I realised how genuinely frightened I’d been. I sat down at the table and cried, and a girl - I’ll call her Laurel - who I’d never really been close to - who was, in fact, much better friends with Felice than with me - put her arm around my shoulders and hugged me, volubly furious on my behalf.

And then the other girls showed up, and Laurel said, with that particular vicious sincerity that only twelve-year-olds can really muster, “Prepare to die, Felice,” and I almost wanted to laugh, but didn’t. A girl who was a close friend, who’d come in with Felice, took her side, outraged that I’d punched someone, until Laurel spoke up about my mother being in hospital, and everyone went really quiet. Which was when I remembered, also belatedly, that Laurel’s own mother was dead; had died of cancer several years previously, which explained why she of all people was so angry. I have a vivid memory of the look on Felice’s face, how she tried to play it off - she said she hadn’t known about my mother, I pointed out that I’d mentioned it multiple times at lunch that week, and she lost all high ground with everyone.    

Felice never played a trick on me again.

Eighteen years later, I still think about these incidents, not because I’m bearing some outdated grudge, but because they’re a good example of three important principles: one, that even with seemingly benign pranks, there’s a difference between acting with friendly or malicious intent; two, that ignorance of context can have a profound effect on the outcome regardless of what you meant; and three, that getting hurt by people who abuse your trust doesn’t make you gullible - it means you’re being betrayed. 

And I feel like this is information worth sharing.  

shinydrop  asked:

Your idea for the Guide to the land of lost children reminds me a lot of maladaptative daydreaming. I don't know if you have heard of it, it's being studied by only a handful of mental health professionals. I think it was Eli Somer who first noticed it and coined the term, and I know he has published several articles about it. There's also several support groups for people who claim to suffer this condition on tumblr and other websites.

Apologies if maladaptive daydreaming resonates for you.

I’ve studied maladaptive daydreaming and I… kind of have to admit that I hate the concept?  “Maladaptive” is such a judgmental word. Like I’ve said, it was anti-daydreaming attitudes that made me give up the coping mechanism keeping me sane and nearly drove me to suicide. I don’t remember that period of my life very well but my journals from the time are VERY bleak. 

I also have journals of the time in grad school I ran across the “maladaptive daydreaming” research and basically screamed in anger and frustration and rage for two weeks straight.  There’s an EXTREME difference between “daydreams can be maladaptive, we need to address how to help this person deal with reality better” and what happens in the research, which is literally, “This person is psychologically fine except she daydreams a lot and feels weird about it; here is the medication cocktail we put her on that made the daydreams go away.”

Now as a psychologist I’m a narrative therapist with a keen interest in helping writers and artists, and the psychologist I see for my own therapy is a Jungian who works with dreams. In my personal life, I’m a writer and paracosmist. If there’s anything I can do with my life and career, it will be to challenge the psychological field’s phobia of daydreams and champion peoples’ innate creative ability to use their inner resources towards their own health.