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Ground yourself.

Here are some super easy grounding methods : 

  • Drink some strong herbal tea.
  • Eat some raw, organic fruits and veggies.
  • Take a long bath with some bath salts, herbs and oils.
  • Carry a grounding crystal on you, cleanse it beforehand.
  • Walk barefoot in the garden or at the local park.
  • Bury your feet in the ground and meditate.
  • Drum or dance, anything with good rhythm.
  • Practice yoga or tai chi.

Do any of these when you’re feeling drained.

Originally posted by nosleeptbh

nightfurmoon  asked:

Ahh omg, how about Black Hat and Flug like, dancing or BH holding Flug, but BH is all morphed and looking scary af?? I wanna see terrified(orarousedcough) Flug :3c

Black hat:*picks Flug completely off the ground* Is this how you “””dance”””?

(pls forgive this was the best I could manage qwq I am still new to the body horror thing ;w;)

WE FIGURED OUT BTS FUTURE CHOREOGRAPHY????

BTS choreographer song Sung Deuk shared on his Instagram HERE a photo of BTS practice room after they were practicing for this coming come back. 

I asked then my friend, an amazing dancer, and choreographer if we could have an idea about what kind of dance we can expect from the boys this time. Kitty said after looking at the photo:

“Judging from the sweeps, I’ll say it’s probably a fairly ground heavy dance. Either extreme Hip Hop, think breakdance, or a more contemporary dance. Can any of them do splits? If so, I see that being a thing. One of the things that leave marks on the floor for me is when I plant a foot and go into splits. Wait! Jumps, there’s gonna be a lot of jumps and lots of formation changes, that’s for sure”.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

My friend texted me later after that and said they could even use chairs or a wheelchair. She even texted another dancer who used it before: 

Disclaimer: She told me that she can’t be 100% sure because their style is nowhere close to hers and she hasn’t danced on that kind of floor. By the way, I haven’t told my friend any information about BTS, so she didn’t know that some of them can do splits, that Jimin did contemporary and Jungkook used to breakdance nor that their dances have lots of formation changes and jumping.  

By @mimibtsghost

ASK ME ANYTHING: TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS EDITION
  • Tim McGraw: The name of my first summer love.
  • Picture To Burn: Someone who's picture I'd like to burn
  • Teardrops On My Guitar: The last time I cried during a song
  • A Place In This World: The Place I'd like to live the most
  • Cold As You: The worst rejection I've ever gotten.
  • The Outside: When did I feel most alone?
  • Tied Together With A Smile: Who is the strongest person I know?
  • Stay Beautiful: Who is the most beautiful person I know?
  • Mary's Song (Oh My My My): The name of my first crush
  • Our Song: A song that means a lot to me.
  • I'm Only Me When I'm With You: A person I can be myself with
  • Invisible: An awkward confession.
  • A Perfectly Good Heart: I'll tell you something sweet about your blog.
  • Fearless: My biggest fear.
  • Fifteen: A memory from when I was fifteen
  • Love Story: A story about something romantic that happened to me.
  • Hey Stephen: The name of my crush
  • White Horse: Have I ever been in love with someone who was taken?
  • You Belong With Me: Which celebrity shoyld see, they belong with me?
  • Breathe: Something I can't breathe without
  • Tell Me Why: A question of mine that has yet to be answered.
  • You're Not Sorry: Something I'm sorry for?
  • Forever & Always: What do I wish to have forever and always?
  • The Best Day: What was the best day so far?
  • Change: What do I want to change about myself?
  • Jump Then Fall: Who's laugh is the best sound I have ever heard?
  • Untouchable: My biggest dream
  • Come In With The Rain: My favourite kind of weather.
  • Superstar: My celebritycrush
  • The Other Side Of The Door: The last person I fought with
  • Mine: The best thing that's ever been mine
  • Sparks Fly: Who captivates my like a fireworkshow?
  • Back To December: If I could go back in time, where would I go?
  • Speak Now: *Insert any question here*
  • Dear John: Something I wanna say to my exboyfriend/girlfriend/crush
  • Mean: The meanest thing someone has ever said to me.
  • The Story Of Us: Tell a story about someone you know
  • Never Grow Up: A memory about growing up
  • Enchanted: Someone who enchants me.
  • Better Than Revenge: Someone you want to teach a lesson
  • Innocent: How easily do I forgive?
  • Haunted: A memory that haunts me.
  • Last kiss: The last person I kissed/wanted to kiss.
  • Long Live: Who will I remember forever?
  • Ours: Who has a pretty little mind?
  • If This Was A Movie: If my life was a movie, who would play me?
  • Superman; If I had any superpower, what would it be?
  • State Of Grace: Who is my achilles' heel?
  • Red: Someone I just can't forget.
  • Treacherous: The most dangerous thing I have ever done
  • I Knew You Were Trouble: The last time I got in trouble
  • All Too Well: Something someone said, I remember all too well
  • 22: My best birthday ever.
  • I almost do: How often do I doubt myself?
  • We Are Never Ever Getting Together: A couple you wish would get back together
  • Stay Stay Stay: Someone you can depend on
  • The Last Time: The Last Time I....*insert something here*
  • Holy Ground: I don't wanna dance, if I'm not dancing with....
  • Sad Beautiful Tragic: Something that makes me sad
  • The Lucky One: My biggest dream
  • Everything Has Changed: Something that has changed about me
  • Starlight: The most marvelous tune
  • Begin Again: What would I do again and again?
  • The Moment I Knew: The moment I knew...*insert something here*
  • Come Back...Be Here: Someone I miss
  • Girl at Home: Have I ever cheated on someone?
He was made of ash and she was made of stardust. He burned to the ground while she danced amongst the sky. On the outside, they belonged in different worlds. On the inside, they were made of the same particles that had been torn apart and destined to spend life fighting their way back to one another. But together was where they belonged.

273-TERRACOTY [Terra Cotta-Coyote]
-Psychic/Ground
-The Trickster pokemon
-Ability: Prankster - Magic Guard(HA)
-Dex: “This mischievous pokemon is known for its childish behaviour, and are often attracted to small children who they like to amuse with their psychic tricks. Their bodies are made of hard clay, and it is part of many native myths that this pokemon where sculpted by the gods.”
-Moveset:
    -Mud-Slap
    -Confusion
    -Howl
    -Trick

–>Evolves at lvl 20<–

274-COYOTRIK [Coyote-Trick]
-Psychic/Ground
-The Trickster Pokemon
-Ability:  Prankster - Magic Guard(HA)
-Dex: “This pokemon enjoys playing with others, doesn’t matter if they are pokemons or humans. This pokemon likes to play tricks on anyone unsuspecting of its presence, making use of its psychic powers to achieve all kind of pranks and tricks. It is believed that if you are having a party and a COYOTRIK shows up, you will be blessed with happiness and good luck.”
-Moveset:
    -Stomping Tantrum
    -Zen Headbutt
    -Snarl
    -Trick Room

–>Evolves at lvl 42<–

275- TOTEMAGO [Totem-Mago]
-Psychic/Dragon
-The Totemic Pokemon
-Ability: Sacred Land*
-Dex: “This pokemon can live for over a hundred years and was considered by many native tribes a sacred creature. Unlike COYOTRIK this pokemon is very serious and will reflect over its actions for hours, standing perfectly still while meditating. Many come to this pokemon seeking its experience and wisdom.”
-Moveset:
    -Outrage
    -Psyshock
    -Earth Power
    -Dragon Dance

*Ground moves are treated as Psychic Moves at the same time.

anonymous asked:

You have a lot of posts about appreciating Taylor Swift's song lyrics. Can you share with us your favorite lyrics from each of her songs?

Wow, this was more difficult and more time consuming than I originally thought it would be. I didn’t include any unreleased songs, any soundtrack songs or any collaborations that weren’t on her studio albums. I also didn’t include Ready For It or Look What You Made Me Do since we don’t have all of Reputation yet. Still, here is 82 of my favourite Taylor Swift lyrics… 


Tim McGraw: When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress

Picture To Burn: I realise you love yourself more than you could ever love me

Teardrops On My Guitar: I’ll bet she’s beautiful that girl he talks about, and she’s got everything that I have to live without

A Place In This World: I’ll be strong and I’ll be wrong, oh but life goes on

Cold As You: You come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you

The Outside: No one notices until it’s too late to do anything

Tied Together With a Smile: Seems the only one who doesn’t see your beauty is the face in the mirror looking back at you

Stay Beautiful: It’s hard to make a conversation when he’s taking my breath away

Should’ve Said No: It was a moment of weakness and you said yes, you should’ve said no

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): Well I was sixteen when suddenly, I wasn’t that little girl you used to see

Our Song: Our song is the way he laughs, the first date man I didn’t kiss him and I should have

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: I don’t want to fly if you’re still on the ground

Invisible: You can’t see me wanting you the way you want her, but you are everything to me

A Perfectly Good Heart: Why would you want to make the very first scar? Why would you want to break a perfectly good heart?

Fearless: In this moment now, capture it remember it

Fifteen: In your life, you’ll do things greater than dating a boy on the football team

Love Story: Romeo, save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel, this love is difficult but it’s real

Hey Stephen: All those other girls, well they’re beautiful, but would they write a song for you?

White Horse: I’m not a princess and this ain’t a fairy-tale, but I’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well

You Belong With Me: I know your favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams, I think I know where you belong I think I know it’s with me

Breathe: People are people and sometimes it doesn’t work out, nothing we say is gonna save us from a fall out

Tell Me Why: Why do you have to make me feel small, so you can feel whole inside?

You’re Not Sorry: There’s nothing left to beg for

The Way I Loved You: Breaking down and coming undone, it’s a rollercoaster kind of rush, and I never knew I could feel that much

Forever & Always: It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone

The Best Day: I love you for giving me your eyes, for staying back and watching me shine

Change: They might be bigger but we’re faster and never scared

Jump Then Fall: Every time you smile I smile and every time you shine I shine

Come In With The Rian: I could go back to every laugh, but I don’t want to go there anymore

Superstar: You play in bars and you play guitar, I’m invisible and everyone knows who you are

The Other Side of the Door: I said leave but baby all I want is you to stand outside my window throwing pebbles screaming I’m in love with you 

Mine: You learn my secrets and you figure out why I’m guarded, you say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes

Sparks Fly: It’s just wrong enough to make it feel right

Back to December: Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming, but if we loved again I swear I’d love you right

Speak Now: Horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I’m only looking at you

Dear John: I took your matches before fire could catch me

Mean: You have pointed out my flaws again as if I don’t already see them

The Story of Us: I’ve never heard silence quite this loud

Never Grow Up: Remember the footsteps, remember the words said… I just realised everything I have is someday gonna be gone

Enchanted: These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you

Better Than Revenge: Sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know, or pushing people down to get you where you want to go

Innocent: Who you are is not where you’ve been

Haunted: Something keeps me holding onto nothing

Last Kiss: I’m not much for dancing but for you I did

Long Live: May these memories break our fall

Ours: Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine

If This Was a Movie: I know people change and these things happen, but I remember how it was back then

Superman: Something in his deep brown eyes has me saying, he’s not all bad like his reputation

State of Grace: Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right

Red: Moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head, in burning red

Treacherous: Nothing safe is worth the drive

I Knew You Were Trouble: You never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything

All Too Well: Time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralysed by it, I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it

22: We’re happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time, it’s miserable and magical 

I Almost Do: I bet it never ever occurred to you, that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye

We Are Never Getting Back Together: And you would hide away and find your peace of mind, with some indie record that’s much cooler than mine

Stay Stay Stay: It’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life

The Last Time: You wear your best apology, but I was there to watch you leave

Holy Ground: Tonight I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through, but I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you

Sad Beautiful Tragic: Time is taking its sweet time erasing you

The Lucky One: They tell you that you’re lucky but you’re so confused, ‘cause you don’t feel pretty you just feel used

Everything Has Changed:
All I know is a new found grace, all my days I’ll know your face

Starlight: Look at you worrying too much about things you can’t change, you’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way

Begin Again: Turn the lock and put my headphones on, he always said he didn’t get this song, but I do

The Moment I Knew: You called me later and said ‘I’m sorry I didn’t make it’ and I said ‘I’m sorry too’, and that was the moment I knew

Come Back… Be Here: Now that I can’t put this down, if I had known what I know now I never would have placed so nonchalant

Girl at Home: Honey I am no one’s exception, this I have previously learned

Welcome to New York: The lights are so bright but they never blind me 

Blank Space: Boys only want love if it’s torture 

Style: You’ve got that James Dean daydream look in your eye and I’ve got that red lip classic thing that you like 

Out of the Woods: The rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming colour 

All You Had To Do Was Stay: People like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye 

Shake It Off: It’s like I’ve got this music in my mind saying ‘it’s gonna be alright’

I Wish You Would: I wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore 

Bad Blood: Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes 

Wildest Dreams: He’s so tall and handsome as hell, he’s so bad but he does it so well

How You Get The Girl: Say I want you for worse or for better, I would wait for ever and ever, broke your heart I’ll put it back together

This Love: When you’re young you just run but you come back to what you need

I Know Places: Loose lips sink ships all the damn time

Clean: Ten months sober I must admit, just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it 

Wonderland: But there were strangers watching and whispers turned to talking and talking turned to screams 

You Are In Love: You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words 

New Romantics: Please take my hand and please take me dancing and please leave me stranded, it’s so romantic  

Bf!Tom and Spiders
  • Inspired by the massive spider in my room. Btw here did you go while I was making dinner??When I came back you were gone!

 


 


  • Tom and spiders
  • What a beautiful story
  • Okay let’s be real
  • He’s so afraid of the
  • Like how adorable is that
  • Okay so imagine you’re in your apartment
  • Under the shower actually
  • You had a long and kind of stressful day
  • You didn’t turn on many lights cause they would wake you up
  • So you were just having some time for yourself

 

  • Until you heard the loudest scream ever
  • Like e v e r
  • turning off the water,you stood there waiting 
  • „THERE IS A BLOODY TARANTULA IN THE KITCHEN, WERE GOING TO DIE!!!!”
  • What a drama queen
  • „ITS STARING AT ME SOMEONE SEND HELP!!“
  • But you took your time
  • “I AM DYINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!111!1!1”
  • You made your way downstairs
  • And the sight was kind of very amusing
  • Tom stood on top of the table
  • Having nothing but pure panic on his face
  • “IT IS MOVING NOOOOOO I DONT WANT TO DIE YET!”
  • You still thought he was overreacting
  • Turns out he wasn’t
  • Cause girl
  • THERE WAS I FUCKING HUGE SPIDER ON THE GROUND
  • “HOLY STEP DANCING CHRIST WHAT IS THAT???!!!??”

 

  • You climbed on to the table next to Tom
  • “I think we won’t survive this and I just want to let you know, I love you. I really do with all of my heart.”
  • Awwww
  • That’s so cute
  • My heart can’t take this
  • “I love you more Holland.”
  • As kind of an response he leaned in and pressed his lips on your
  • Wow
  • Can you imagine kissing him
  • That’d be so amazing
  • Like he would so gentle ahhhh
  • But at the same time there was some eager
  • And he always had one hand on your waist and the other on cupped your cheek
  • Oiiii
  • And your hands would be either in his hair or his aRmS
  • THOSE ARMS HOLY MOTHER
  • I want this now

 

  • After some time it got pretty heated
  • Aka meaning you and Tom laying on the kitchen table
  • You wouldn’t have a shirt on anymore
  • And loverboy didn’t either
  • You’d be so lost that kind of forget about the
  • “Spider!”
  • You saw it while you were kissing him
  • It was on his upper back
  • Just laying there
  • You quickly moved away
  • “Okay love don’t panic.Just stay still.”
  • “Why do I feel something on my back?”
  • “Breathe.”
  • “Y/n what’s on my back!?!??”
  • He was only whisper shouting now
  • But you stayed silent
  • “God damn it what’s on my back right now!!!?”
  • After some time you mumbled a word that sounded like
  • “shwiner…”
  • “What? Love stop fucking around.”
  • “A spider okay! The spider is on you right now.“

 

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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.

anyway, the other day I was cleaning out the group head of the espresso machine at work and the espresso ground smears made a dancing penguin.  a blessed image.

Father’s Day

Summary: Bucky Barnes is absolutely horrified when his four-year old daughter tells him she’s getting married. When he tries to figure out what the heck is going on, he gets the best surprise of his life.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Readers, OFC Becca Barnes

Warnings: Insane amount of fluff

A/N: So, this is super, ridiculously fluffy, but it’s Father’s Day and Bucky, not I’m not apologizing :P As always, thanks for reading!

Check out the other two stories with these characters!

Mother’s Day      She Gets It From You


Bucky Barnes had no idea what time it was, but he knew it was way too early for a pair of blue eyes to be staring him in the face.

“Becca, go back to bed,” he mumbled, pulling the covers over his head. He felt the bed dip as his daughter climbed up and cuddled against Bucky’s blanketed form. A small hand stroked the top of his head, and he couldn’t help but smile. He pulled the covers off and greeted his little girl.

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pairing: Jimin x Reader

genre: angst | fluff | smut | au 

warnings: language

summary: who would’ve thought Park Jimin, one of the richest kids in the world, would fall in love with a homeless one?

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gettzi  asked:

I did a study (survey type) ten years ago about daydreaming and found that it was related to "openness to experience" and "creative problem solving. Maladaptive daydreaming was defined in the literature as ruminating on negative thoughts or feelings. Side note: I did the study before I knew I have combined type ADHD. So I was probably projecting a bit trying to justify my inattentive zoning out habits (aka world building inside my head time).

High five from the ADHD-PI chick over here.  Since starting on this topic I got lost for half an hour down a research rabbit hole and then remembered I had a ton of personal projects I want to do, plus actual real for-pay work I’m behind on. So.

The classic Eli Somer definition of maladaptive daydreaming is “an extensive fantasy activity that replaces human interaction and/or interferes with academic, interpersonal, or vocational functioning” (his scale doesn’t address content almost at all, but focuses largely on behavioural criteria) and to me it’s a very tail-wags-the-dog thing. It’s like stimming in autism.

The behaviourist approach to autism, or the maladaptive daydreaming approach, focuses on the end result (daydreaming, hand-flapping) and says that, THAT is the bad thing, and if we can diminish THAT, then the child can spend more time doing math homework or the person can spend more time socializing. Which is why you get “autism experts” who make children sit on their hands, or just tie or tape the children’s hands down, to make them “pay attention”.  Behaviourists devote ENDLESS amounts of time to making autistic people stop stimming.

Meanwhile, if you ask the people inside the situation, the actual problem is emotional or physiological dysregulation; the problem is being so distressed and overloaded that it urgently needs soothing, either through sensory or imaginal self-stimulation. 

The actually useful solution is helping the person find easier, more efficient ways of self-soothing that they can then go do their math homework or talk to people.  Which can be big–medication, less stimulating environments, schedule changes–or small, like having a fidget toy or worry beads.

Whereas the actual “experts” who have targeted stimming or maladaptive daydreaming as the bad thing are the kings of their little theoretical castle and by GOD they’re not admitting that the thing they’ve sworn to eradicate is actually a useful coping skill.

Fragile (Stark!Reader x Steve Rogers) 2

Summary: After Steve taking care of your fragile state after being assaulted, you had promised him you would tell your father Tony. However, Tony returns from his trip the next day and you don’t tell him for over three days. What will Steve do?

Warning(s): Mentions of rape / sexual assault, swearing, depression, flashbacks of rape/events before rape (it italics), heavy angst, this is quite long im sorry

Requests are OPEN 

Part 1 | 2

A/N: I’m blown away by the amount of requests for part 2 and for this to be a series! Thankyou! As this was my first fanfiction on this site I didn’t expect such an overwhelming amount of support! I love you all for that and thankyou for every reblog/heart! If you would like to be tagged or if you’d like to request more parts / different imagines, please message me HERE.

You walked towards the destination that your friend was guiding you too over iMessage, your heels clicking against the large stoned floor below you. You decided to take a short cut for the night, as your friend heavily suggested. New York was usually busy on a Friday night after all and you were already running late to your high school reunion as it was.

Your (H/C) was curled and bounced with each step you took as you wore dark blue skinnies, black heels and a low cut black bodysuit which melded under your jeans perfectly- followed up with a leather jacket to coat any revealed skin.

You were stunning. 

The streetlights lit up your path as you kept your phone in your palm to read the directions over in your brain.

However, to your luck of being a Stark- droplets of rain soon began to soak the ground. 

A groan of annoyance slipped from your cherry lips, before holding your handbag and phone between your thighs and sliding your jacket off, holding it above your head to protect your hair and body from the harsh rain.

You quickly sorted yourself out, placing your phone back in your free hand and keeping your handbag under your arm as you picked up a quick, careful pace throughout the private street of New York city.

“Of fucking course.” You cursed, shaking your head as it began to get hard to see the signs of which road was which. You stopped in the path, wiping the splatters of water that had landed on your mobile device in order for you to see if your friend was leading you the correct way.

“You seem lost darling.” A gruff voice spoke from the side of you.

You turn your head to see a man, about 6′3 with an average weight. He had black hair and messed stubble coating his lower face. He was stood under some shelter from a closed store, a cigarette between his lips as he spoke. He took away the cancer stick, blowing out some toxic smoke your way.

You raised an eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

“Ah, you seem deaf too.” He teased, smirking slightly as he flicked off some ash from his cigarette. “Do you want one?” He held up the cigarette as if he were offering one to pass over.

You were silent for a moment, “No, I don’t smoke and I don’t talk to strangers.” You eyed the mans attire, it was messy. His shirt was riding up his flat abdomen and his jacket was hanging off both of his shoulders and barely on his arms. The flyer of his jeans open and exposing the black underwear beneath. “Goodbye now.”

With that, you attempted to strut away from the man. 

You heard him pace next to you and you huff, looking to see him grinning.

“A pretty lady like you walking out here alone on a dark Friday night? Aren’t you scared?” He spoke to you as if he was speaking to a toddler. You didn’t like it.

“Did I not say that I don’t talk to strangers?” You snarl the man, your inner sass glowing.

The man whistled at your feisty behaviour. “I like it, this attitude thing of yours. Men like me love it.”

“Well women like me don’t love men like you. Walk away now.” You go to pull out your phone to call your friend to ask her to come meet you so you could actually get away from you new profound ‘friend’.

His hand quickly snatches your wrist. pulling you close and making you drop your jacket in order to quickly try and retreat your trapped wrist.

“Tsk, tsk girly, I don’t think you get to just choose what I get to do.” He flicked his tongue against his teeth and he tugged your form closer to his, the stench of vodka mixing with the air around you.

Your eyebrows furrowed angrily, before stopping yourself from struggling and attempting to use your free hand to dig into your hand bag to grab your bottle of pepper spray however his free hand grabbed your wrist and held it tightly, pinning both of your hands against the wall after flipping you behind him. Your (E/C) beads widened in shock at the situation, your handbag falling to your heels and the insides unraveling out into puddles of misery.

You quickly lift your leg and slammed your spiked heel into the attackers thigh, pushing and kicking as hard as you can. A cry of pain emitted from the drunk, before letting one of your wrists go and sending a harsh and very much so violent punch into your delicate cheek which made you stumble to the floor due to the force of not being able to stand upon one foot.

One heel slipped off as your hair was quickly soaked from your temple hitting the ground of a puddle. 

Rain danced around you and soaked your clothing.

For once, you (Y/N) Stark were terrified and didn’t have the upper hand.

The man smirked and quickly went down on you, sitting on your hips to prevent you from kicking him again. One hand of his pinning both of your tiny wrists against eachother on the damp concrete. A long cry for help pleaded past your lips which was silenced by the mans sinful lips forcing against your own. His tongue slided inside and roamed your privacy. 

You clamped your set of perfect teeth down on his tongue, causing him to retreat and hiss loud.

“You little fucking bitch!”

This is when you began to struggle again, blood not only in your mouth from his tongue bleeding but his  mouth was now dripping blood onto your face. 

His free hand wiped away his metallic tasting blood from his lips before spitting on your face with a deathly glare. You cringed, tilting your head to the side and you struggled with his weight above you.

His hand trickled down to your body, grabbing your wet jeans and quickly ripping them away with expert ease. 

“You’re gonna fuckin’ regret that, you bitch.”

A scream left your now awakened state, sweat dripping from every pore of your damaged body. Your face damp of salty pools of tears, your emotions pouring out in waves.

“(Y/N)?” Steve panicked as he rushed in, seeing the same state you were in yesterday morning and the day before.

You pulled up your blanket, covering your body despite being fully clothed. Shame reckoned within your soul as you had the same dream.

“Are you okay, doll?” He made his way over quickly, sitting down next to you on your bed, wrapping a protective arm around your frame.

“I-it happened again, Steve..” You croaked, reminding him of yesterday and Sunday morning too.

“(Y/N)..” Steve whispered, stroking your messed (H/C) strands of hair. “It was just a nightmare, don’t worry.. You’re okay.”

“No Steve, it wasn’t a nightmare.. it actually happened..”


It was later in the day on that Tuesday when Steve was thinking to himself.

 He was the only one who knew about the horrible turn of events that had happened to you. It was killing him to see you like this.

You had promised him that you would tell Tony the day after it happened, yet you hadn’t done so yet. It was now three days later, going on four days. 

Tony needed to know, if it wasn’t gonna be from you it would have to be from Steve.

Steve sighed heavily, sadness coating his features as he stood up and headed for the labs. He bit his lip as he thought through what words he would speak to Tony, how exactly do you tell someone that their daughter has been raped?

After a bit of searching for the genius, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist he soon finds Tony in one of his many labs with no one other than Bruce Banner. The two were working away and bonding with eachother over the love of science.

“Tony?” Steve spoke up, leaning against one of the walls with a heavy heart.

Tony looked back and grinned only for Steve to speak up again, “can we talk?”


You sighed as you sat at the bottom of your tub, the shower water soothing your nerves. Each splash lulling you off away from any bad thoughts, you had been in the tub for roughly two hours if not more. 

This was becoming a daily routine for you ever since the attack, you’d purposely push yourself away from others so you wouldn’t have to face them. You still hadn’t kept your promise to Steve by telling your dad but it was easier said than done to do so.

You were scared to make it public, to even tell another soul other than Steve. Even with Steve, you didn’t tell him. You didn’t have to say a word for him to know what had happened to you that night.

“(Y/N)! Come out here now!” You flinched in shock, hearing your fathers voice from the other side of your personal bathroom.

“C-coming dad!” You called, quickly stopping the trickles of hot water.

You threw on your pyjamas, in other words Steve’s sweats and one of your own nerdy shirts. Your hair remained damp and stuck to the sides of your face and neck before unlocking the door and opening it, to see your father with a broken expression.

“Dad..?” You whispered, seeing his eyes starting to become glassy.

“Why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?” Tony croaked, gently pursing his lips together.

No words were exchanged as your eyes too matched your fathers. Tony lifted his shaking arms for you to fall into. Which you did. You father pulled you into a loving hug, kissing your forehead over and over with his arms rubbing your back. 

This was what he would do to you if you had a nightmare as a child.

Tears began to seep into your fathers shirt, before looking up and seeing Steve in the doorway, leaning with his arms folded and a frown on his face. 

“Thankyou.” You mouthed to Steve, before burying your face in your fathers loving embrace.


tags: @sammysgirl1997 @i-hate-the-pie-people

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Native American dancers. Jingle Dress is a Native American Powwow dance performed by women. The regalia is elaborately ornamented; the metal cones create percussive sound as the dancer moves.

From wikipedia:
The traditional jingle dress dance is characterized by the jingle dress and light footwork danced close to ground. The dancer dances in a pattern, her feet never cross, nor does she dance backward or turn a complete circle. Compared to the original dance, the contemporary dance can be fancier, with intricate footwork and the dress design is often cut to accommodate these footwork maneuvers. Contemporary dancers do often cross their feet, turn full circles and dance backwards. Such moves exemplify the differences between contemporary and traditional jingle dress dancing.

goodbye, stiles stilinski || stiles stilinski

author: @sincerelystiles 
pairing: stiles x reader 
word count: 2,168

authors note: this is the first time i wrote for stiles in months and oh my god i missed it. this is set a little while after teen wolf ended and there is a small time jump too. also, big thanks to @heyitskatrina for proof reading and giving me some amazing feedback!!

summary: with times moving ahead of them, it’s time for stiles to say goodbye to his past and open the doors of his future. 


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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.

Title: Purgatory’s Angel
Author: Ltleflrt
Artist: Moonlite Knight
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings: Alternate Universe - Non Canon, Surgeon Sam, Physical Therapist Dean, Angel Castiel, Injury Recovery, Suicidal Thoughts, Wing Kink, Grumpy Castiel, Cheerfully Optimistic Dean
Posting Date: 10/5/2017

Summary:  In an act of heroism Castiel sacrifices one of his wings to save lives. But he isn’t sure he wants to live tethered to the ground, never to dance in the sky again.  Two stubborn Winchester brothers have faith that his future isn’t quite so grim, and that flight may be possible someday.  Castiel thinks they’re full of shit, but in the face of Dean’s cheerful optimism it’s hard not to believe.  

- - -

Ah, and there’s the rage again.  “What recovery?” Castiel snarls.  His feathers rise up with his anger, and pain assails him as his wings try to flex with his mood.  This time it’s Dean who walks him through the calming breaths, although he doesn’t touch Castiel the same way Sam does.  When he’s got control of his wings again, Castiel glares at Dean.  “I know what kind of damage I took.  My wing is useless.”

“Yeah, it sure as hell is,” Dean says on a sigh.  

The immediate agreement makes Castiel blink in confusion.  “Wh-what?”

Dean turns his attention back to Castiel’s wing, waving a hand at it which makes Castiel look too.  “Well, I mean look at it.  Half the feathers are gone, and the skin is covered in stitches.  And I got a look at the chart, so I know exactly what all got sewn up.”

From this angle Castiel can’t see all of the damage.  Most of the feathers are gone from the back side of the wing, and he only sees the underside.  Some feathers are still missing, but in smaller patches.  There are splints holding the part below the wrist joint straight, and another splint holding the wing out so he can’t fold it to his body.  The sling holds it up so it’s perpetually spread.  

“I’m not gonna lie to you,” Dean says, turning his attention back to Castiel.  “It’s going to be a shitload of work to get it back to any kind of useful condition.”

“Why bother?” Castiel mutters.  “I’ll never fly again.”

“Never say never,” Dean counters with a cheeky grin.  Then his eyes grow serious.  “You may be right.  You may never fly again.”

Tears prickle at the back of Castiel’s eyes, and he turns his face into the pillow to hide them from this stranger.  This stranger who offers him hope and despair in one breath.

“But I know you’ll definitely never fly again if you don’t try,” Dean continues.  “And if you ask me, some chance is better than no chance.”

“No one asked you,” Castiel mutters into his pillow.

Dean chuckles.  “True, but I’m real good at sticking my nose in other people’s business.”

“You sound like an awful person.”

“My patients would probably agree with you,” Dean says brightly.  “I’ve been told I’m a master of torture, and that working with me is pure hell.”

Castiel turns his head enough that he can peek at Dean with one eye.  And sure enough, the man is grinning at him.  Proudly.  “I doubt it was meant as a compliment.”

When Dean shrugs his whole body moves with it.  Shoulders, mouth, and eyebrows shifting before his expression settles back into a pleased grin.  “I get results.” He winks.  “And thank you cards.”