anonymous asked:

Advice for someone who wants to better understand themselves. Feeling lost even to the simplest on how to react or reply to where once can identify this is who I am. How do I know and be more of who I am? Who am I?

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

 ― Haruki Murakami

Zodiac signs as you could stop at 5 or 6 stores stores quotes

Aries: Honey, you’ve got a big storm coming
Taurus: Can I ask you kind of a weird question?
Gemini: You could stop at five or six stores… or just one
Cancer: Hi, my name is Carla Shaw
Leo: People say that time heals all wounds
Virgo: I am the queen of the universe.
Libra: I don’t need friends, they disappoint me
Scorpio: I can’t stand it when she touches me
Sagittarius: Hi, I’m Todd La Rue
Capricorn: I can see the statue of liberty from here
Aquarius: The waves part and they engulf me and the water is warm
Pisces: I feel like a deer in the headlights of love

anonymous asked:

I'm hoping that calvin's latest snapchat is a damn warning of what is to come

The calm before the fucking storm.


Are you fucking kidding me?

I thought the “storm is coming” commercial was bad enough but this is just …

you know when you’re hanging out with a guy and they seem chill as hell but then something small happens that makes them mad and they just EXPLODED OUT OF NOWHERE AND START CURSING UP A STORM AND THROWING SHIT???? LIKE WHERE THE FUCK DID TJAT COME FROM??? you know who don’t do this? Girls. girls are amazing I want to hang out with all of them


Aries: Posts on social media every five seconds so that people know they are alive and “not scared of the storm at all”.

Taurus: Watches the storm like they are in a sad music video and thinks about life and all the things they never did.

Gemini: Walks around the house like everything is normal and doesn’t jump once at the thunder.

Cancer: Sleeping since once they found out a storm was coming they thought it would be the perfect time to sleep.

Leo: Hopefully with some friends because if they are alone during a storm they will just look outside in fear that something terrible will happen.

Virgo: Completely chill or loses all chill after one boom of thunder, there’s no in-between.

Libra: Sitting on their patio outside to take in some of that good ol’ thunder atmosphere air.

Scorpio: Just sits in a dark room listening to the booms of thunder and uses the thunder as inspiration to come up with their best ideas.

Sagittarius: Sits next to a window and decides it’s the best moment to start reading that one book that’s been rotting on their bookshelf.

Capricorn: Watches the news to keep up with the storm and find out all the exact statistics about it.

Aquarius: Seems to be unfazed by he storm but secretly cries on the inside when they see lightning or hear thunder.

Pisces: Did the same thing as Cancer and decided to take a nap before the storm started.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
—   Haruki Murakami
Shut Up and Get in Bed

Camsten: During what seems to be the biggest thunderstorm in years, Cameron convinces Kirsten to stay at his place. 

Kirsten sat next to the window to hear the pitter-patter of the rain more clearly. Through the open blinds, she could see the occasional ray of lightning that illuminated the dark night sky. The weatherman had predicted a harsh storm coming their way, so Cameron insisted that Kirsten stayed at his place. It was safer than letting her go off alone in what could possibly be the biggest thunderstorm in years

The next clap of thunder was deafening, making Kirsten quake in, what Cameron perceived as, fear. It made her lose composure, for a moment, but, then, she was back to her normal deadpan self. She seemed relaxed after a while and, before she knew it, she found herself drifting off to sleep. 

Cameron couldn’t bear to watch his blonde companion in such an uncomfortable sleeping position. He lifted her off her resting place and settled her on his bed. As soon as her skin came in contact with the bed sheets, her eyes flung open and she gripped his forearm with all her might.

“Relax, I’m just putting you to sleep. And, don’t worry, after that slap, I’m not sleeping beside you ever again.”
“No,” half asleep, she grasped his wrist. “Stay.“ 

Cameron titled his head to the side in confusion. "You’re not just saying that because you’re dozing off? Promise that you won’t hurt me in the morning." 

He could feel her rolling her eyes, even when she was facing the other way. 

"Shut up and get in bed before I change my mind and make you sleep in that uncomfortable couch of yours.”
“Technically, it’s my apartment. If anyone’s making anyone move to the couch, it’d be me. I’d tell you to move. If I wasn’t being clear, I wouldn’t move; you would.” Cameron harped on.

She turned to face him. Tousled hair and glasses sliding down his nose, she wished she could run her hands through his hair and fix his glasses. Soon enough, she was smiling, biting her bottom lip while he talked. She hadn’t realized she was doing this until Cameron stopped talking and looked up at her. She snapped out of it and cleared her throat. “Regardless, if you were going to make me sleep on the couch, why did you go through all that trouble to bring me to your bed?”
“Trouble? You’re as light as feather, cupcake.”
She hmed. “I thought I was a real ball-buster." 

Her eyes laid on his clothed chest as he chuckled. His cheeks flushed red when he noticed Kirsten staring, but still continued.
"Oh! Believe me; you are a real ball-buster, just personality-wise.”  The side of his lip curled into a smirk.
“Is that so, Dr. Goodkin?" 

He winced at the name. He was a neuroscientist, yes, but he had gotten used to hearing that name when he was being reprimanded by his superior. He knew it was foolish, but it caught him off guard. Kirsten noticed the shift in his facial expression; she placed her hand on his shoulder, as if offering an apology. She gently caressed his shoulder, drawing circles with the tip of her index finger and, slowly, moving the strokes to his collarbone. A shiver ran down his spine and Kirsten felt him slightly shudder, causing her to tremble, too. 

Her entire life, she never felt this way. Cameron had a way of breaking down her walls without even trying. Once, she even considered asking Camille for advice. But, she knew if she did, the brunette wouldn’t let her outlive it. Camille had offered to hear about Kirsten’s feelings, as a way to make the rooming conditions friendlier. They had been getting close, but not close enough for her to share her feelings about her dorky co-worker. 

She looked over at Cameron, who was still staring at her. Not having time perception, she didn’t know how long she had spaced out for; but, whatever amount of time she had been staring at him, he didn’t seem to mind. His smile never faded. 

He got off the bed and stretched. Kirsten couldn’t help but notice how the bottom of his shirt rode up, revealing his navel. Kirsten forced herself to snap out of it before he could acknowledge her lustful staring and said something witty, like, my eyes are up here

He looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand.
"The night is still young! Let’s watch something.” He withdrew his laptop from his desk and brought it to the bed. 

After a long time of unnecessary scrolling, she knew it was a long time because they had scrolled through over a hundred movies, and unnecessary because she had suggested Harry Potter from the start, they chose Harry Potter. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, to be exact, her favorite from the series. During the movie, Kirsten unleashed her inner geek, impressing the man in bed next to her with her extensive knowledge. 

Geeky Kirsten made Cameron want to crash his lips into hers. He craved her attention. He had her in his bed, but not once thought about sex. He thought about stroking her hair, maybe even smelling it. But, to him, that sounded weird. He stopped his train of thought to listen to Kirsten’s voice. She expressed how it had been so long since she last read the books and missed reading them. 

“Luckily for you, I happen to have all seven books in this closet.” He pointed at the wooden doors on the left of the bed.
“Mind reading one to me?” The blonde perked up on the frame of his bed. 

He scrambled to get off of bed and look for the collection, “Philosopher’s Stone, right?”

When he lied next to her, she slid down just enough so she could rest her head on his chest. Their figures fit perfectly together. 

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number 4 Privet Drive, were very proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Her eyelids grew heavy and, with the soothing sound of Cameron’s voice, her breathing deep and relaxed, she started to drift off. Maybe she should take Camille up on that expressing-her-feelings offer.  

Goodnight, princess. A pair of lips pressing against her forehead were the last thing Kirsten felt before she slipped into oblivion.

When the morning came, Cameron found himself grinning at the ray of sunlight lying beside him.
Good morning, sunshine.

The Storm

Just a little one shot, Dean/Reader 

Lightning strobes through the room, making even the cheap, rubber-coated drapes at the drafty windows seem almost transparent, and the thunder that follows immediately after shakes the building, fading very gradually to a distant rumbling.  You crawl out of bed, now fully awake, and trudge barefoot to the window, pulling a corner of the curtain back to peer out into the darkness.  The lights outside the rooms and in the parking lot are dark, victims of the electrical storm, and the only illumination comes from the flickering, haphazard streaks of pure energy slashing through the absolute black of the night.  

The storm is violent, the wind picking up steadily as you hear the loud spattering of the first huge raindrops hitting the roof, the windows, the walls.  You hug your arms tight around your middle, wondering just how bad this thing will get, and whether you’re safe, and if there’s even a shelter nearby.

You find your way back to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress, picking up your phone to check for weather alerts, wondering if the guys are sleeping through this.  A second later, a tap at the door connecting the two rooms startles you into dropping the phone, and you shake your head at yourself.  You pick it up, using its light to guide you to the door, and you open it to find Dean standing there, his phone lighting his way.  "You okay?“ he asks softly, and you back up as he comes into the room, his black sleep pants sagging low on his hips, and you remember that you’re wearing only a tank top and panties.  Good thing it’s dark.  And good thing he can’t see that you’re blushing from the sight of him like that, even in the dim light of your cell phones.

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anonymous asked:

your "educate" squad is just going to be full of a bunch of white people thinking they can speak about POC issues and as a black girl im-_-----

ok first off honey you have a big storm coming. 

1. Don’t assume anything when you don’t have the receipts to prove it.
2. We actually have a lot of pocs!! so far I know of 5/12 and not everyone is online right now!!
3. we have a part native american, a filipino, a (south) Korean, someone who is vietnamese and someone who is half black,
4. so show me your receipts where we’re all just white people talking about poc issues because we’re not. 

so literally don’t assume shit. and i know for those of us who are white are not going to talk about poc issues unless specifically asked to our opinion. we know we have no right to have our voices heard over those who have actually experienced these issues. so you will have someone who is black talking about the issues they face and their opinion. you will see someone’s story about what it’s like to be part native american. you will see stories about all people who are of colour we know in real life who are willing to share their stories.

so lmao you really want to go there again.
take your -_- face out of here and don’t assume shit.

PLL Time Jump

Listen, I’ll be the first one to say that I’m happy to see the girls grow up, but I don’t want this to be over. The mystery, the suspense, it’s what makes ‘Pretty Little Liars’ so captivating.
That’s why I don’t think this will be the last time the girls have someone watching them.
Cut to the season six finale, the last five/ten minutes. One of the Liars is called by the police, and are told that an intruder broke into their house and killed their spouse. Hell, said intruder can even kill one of the Liars.
The last scene is the Liars all standing together outside the persons house. They reach for their cell phones as they beep. “Think I’d let go of the game that easily? You’ve got a bigger storm coming, bitches. - A” the text reads.
So we’d have our happy ship moments at the beginning, only to have everything crash and fault apart in the end.
And think about what -A could do now, the Liars will possibly have kids, jobs, a normal life. Now -A can hurt them more than they ever did in high school.
That’s all.

I walked through a spectral landscape littered with skulls, into the teeth of the coming storm, to a house covered in malevolent power, throbbing with savage and feral mystic strength. I walked forward to face a murderous opponent who had all the advantages, and who stood prepared and willing to kill me from where he stood within the heart of his own destructive power, while I was armed with nothing more than my own skill and wit and experience. Do I have a great job or what?
—  Storm Front, Jim Butcher

Thunder Storms - by Dogman707

From Top to Down
1) Drinking coffee & waiting for rain to stop at 8:03am
2)The rain stops and the clouds open up.8:06am
3)2 miles north of top picture at 8:25am and looking south. I see a storm forming.
4) 1.5 miles north of the bridge looking toward St Louis. You can see clear skies in the horizon at 8:30am
5) Just turned to look south back toward the bridge.That white curtain is the thunder storm with sheets of rain coming at me at 8:31am
Huge raindrops the size of M&M peanut candy dropping down on me. My cell phone was going crazy with flashing flooding and weather warnings.
It is amazing how the weather can be unpredictable. It is a big change in 30 minutes of time.


FROST by Erin Latimer - COVER REVEAL

ABOUT THE BOOK: Megan Walker’s touch has turned to ice. She can’t stop the frost, and the consequences of her first kiss are horrifying.

When her new powers attract attention, Megan finds herself caught up in an ancient war between Norse giants. One side fuelled by a mad queen’s obsession and an ancient prophecy about Ranorak, the other by an age-old grudge. Both sides believe Megan to be something she’s not. Both sides will stop at nothing to have her.

Fire or frost. It’s an impossible decision, but she’ll have to act soon, because the storm is coming.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Erin Latimer is a young adult fantasy writer who currently resides in Vancouver, BC. She writes books, makes silly vlogs about writing with the YA Word nerds, and reads excessively.

She has had an article featured in Chicken Soup For the Soul, and another in the Dear Teen Me online anthology. But mostly she writes about murderous queens and the magical teens who fight them.

Fine her online -

Here’s a clearer version of the cover, it’s really cool and so pretty!

PRE-ORDER LINKS: Kobo | iTunes 

When Hurricanes Hit, Why Do Some Stay While Others Go?

Before Superstorm Sandy made landfall in 2012, several Connecticut towns received mandatory evacuation orders. But many chose to ignore them and ride out the storm. Now researchers at Yale University are trying to find out why.

Today’s weather predictions mean people have more notice than ever of advancing hurricanes, but Jennifer Marlon, a researcher at Yale University, said there’s a still a big communication gap between forecasters and the public. That made her wonder why some people choose to leave their homes when a storm is coming, while others ignore an evacuation notice and decide to ride the storm out.

To begin answering that question, Marlon surveyed more than 1,100 coastal residents. The goal was to figure out who, exactly, forecasters and first responders are talking to when they order an evacuation.

She found about 21 percent of Connecticut’s coastal inhabitants fell into a group called “the first out.” They basically think it’s always safer to leave.

“‘Constrained’ people are aware of the risks but they perceive significant barriers,” Marlon said. “Health and disability issues, transportation problems or lack of transportation. Or they have a lot of pets to worry about.”

They’re about 14 percent of coastal residents. Then there are the optimists, folks who will leave, but don’t really expect a hurricane to come – so they don’t prepare.

The largest group, at 27 percent, are “the reluctant.” Marlon says these people will leave, but only if they’re directly ordered.

The second biggest group, at 22 percent, are the “the diehards.”

“They’re independent, self-reliant types and basically they think it’s safer to stay at home then to leave,” Marlon said. “Because of looters. Protecting their property - and also, they’re afraid of not being able to return quickly after the storm passes.”

Marlon said this group also tends to be the most prepared. Thirty-six percent of "die-hards” have generators.

Marlon said the next step is to get this information to emergency responders and weather broadcasters – so they can better communicate the risks hurricanes pose to the homes and lives of coastal residents.

“Most emergency responders and many people who are communicating about the issue are thinking about the forecast. They’re just really trying to say where the winds are going to be worst and where the flooding is going to be,” Marlon said. “We need to tell people, 'Your toilet won’t work. Your shower won’t work.’ Help them understand why it’s important to leave.”

(Image Credits: Chion Wolf, WNPR)

6luestar asked:

;) Is your name Sandstorm? Cause I'm getting blinded by sand it hurts WHY DID I COME OUT INTO THIS STORM WITH NO PROTECTION HOW DID I GET HERE

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This is Sintara! She’s the last fae of my space-y pair, and currently up for sale!


Sintara - Level 10 - Un-stoned

Cry/Shim/Basic - Midnight/Violet/Storm

Comes with a sketch in her bio, completed upon request, and with the full-sized sketch being sent upon purchase.

Asking for at least 50k for this girl, send a CR to Mistraltheif to buy her.