what an experience wow

bangtan as good feelings

jin: feeling like everything in the world is alright when you’re in someone’s embrace, the feeling of satisfying a craving, the feeling of peace.

yoongi: feeling utterly exhausted but deeply contented, but also feeling like you have unlimited energy when doing something you love, the feeling of passion.

hoseok: the feeling of the warm rays of sunshine on your skin, the feeling of laughing with someone, the feeling causing laughter, the feeling of liberation.

namjoon: the feeling of being at peace with yourself, feeling your heart beating and your body radiating heat after a run, the feeling of adrenaline.

jimin: cheeks hurting from laughing too much, the feeling of the cool breeze while you stand under the starry night sky, the feeling of happiness.

taehyung: feeling someone’s love for you, feeling complete adoration for someone, the feeling of stroking the soft fur of animals, the feeling of love.

jungkook: the feeling of watching the people you adore laugh and smile, the feeling of wearing a freshly washed hoodie that smells of fabric softener, the feeling of achievement.

a handy note for fandom
  • correct: this is my interpretation.
  • incorrect: what i believe is fact and everyone should be forced to accommodate me in what they say and write. my arbitrary opinion can be used to police other people's work, because if they don't cater to my tenuous conclusions they're obviously insensitive and problematic

This woman was messed up, but I still can’t bring myself to hate her completely. She deserved better too imo

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It’s America’s ghost writers, the credit’s only borrowed.

The official music video for “Immigrants (We Get The Job Done)” from The Hamilton Mixtape.  Lyrics, including English translation of the verses in Spanish, can be found here.

(I would very much like to know if the overall structure-metaphor of this video was intended as a deliberate homage to Snowpiercer.)

My entire junior high experience (or, before I figured out what bisexuality is)

Me: wow…..girls are incredible. Boys? What the fuck is that?? I’ve been lying to myself all this time…..clearly I am a lesbian.

Me, two days later: wow……..that guy is so cute. Haha wow I guess I’m a Straight after all!

Me, a day after that: wow………..girls are incre-

Me after finishing TEW2: Wow, what an experience! I can’t wait to play this again!! I mean that was beautiful, truly be…Ẇ̸̘͙̰̻͗́ͅH̷̖͖̥̳͛̊̈E̶̝͓͕̭̫͋͝R̸̡͔̟̀̅̌̃͠E̴͉̠͋̒ ̴͚̝̗̣͖͗̌̓̀T̶͈̩̱̤͑H̴̳̞̘̕͜E̸̗̮͔̫̞̒̓̇͝ ̴̥̫͒F̶̱̎̄̿̑̆ͅǗ̸͙̯͉̯̫̊̈̈C̶͇̯̪̱̈́͑̽̓K̶͕͂̋̓͋̆ ̴͚̥̙̥͍͒͒̊͝I̷͎̋̍̔̚ͅŞ̸̝̬̄̋̎̑ ̷͕̾͑R̵̗͆̋͂͗̄Ú̵͓̝́̀V̴̻̱͚̞̰̎̿̍̐̃I̵̭͍̾̆̉̽K̵̨͍̤̠͇͛

Now You See Me  {Sentence Starters}

  • “You want this to go away?”
  • “That’s very nice. I’m touched.“
  • “That smile on your face… is it real?”
  • “The more you look, the less you see.“
  • “Well, I didn’t say where I was touched.“
  • “And I thought you didn’t believe in magic.“
  • “I’m just trying to create the space for wisdom.“
  • “If it makes you feel any better, this wasn’t about you.“
  • “Just, don’t believe everything the guy says, that’s all.”
  • “You are literally begging to be arrested, you know that?”
  • “Really? Can you be any more of a condescending ass?“
  • “Want to know how they did it? Just say the magic word.“
  • “When I first met you, I thought you were kind of a… dick.”
  • “The closer you think you are, the less you’ll actually see.“
  • “Okay, now she’s gonna get upset, so let’s move over here.“
  • “Isn’t there a proud tradition in the FBI of men wearing dresses?“
  • “First rule of magic: always be the smartest person in the room.“
  • “It was just an observation. Second observation: you are beautiful.”
  • “Do me a favor. Visualize your most adventurous sexual experience.“
  • “What is magic? Focused deception. But deception meant to entertain.“
  • “Wow, thanks. Let me mull over that offer of cheap and meaningless sex…”
  • “That was too fast. I’ll do it again. Are you ready? Okay, now did you see one?“
  • “I can maintain my resolve much longer than you can maintain that phony arrogance.“
  • “I’ve seen everything that you’ve ever done. I mean, you’re, like… I idolize you, seriously!”
  • “If by ‘has-been’ you’re referring to me, I just wanna say I’m flattered… because I always considered myself a ‘never-was’.”
Little Things About Newsies Live
  • The way they expertly used dirt as cheek contour (don’t think for a second I didn’t notice Jeremy’s cheekbones)
  • Ben Cook as Race was so charismatic like yes
  • The way Jack flirts with Katherine when they first meet
  • Les is an absolute gem and a gift to us all
  • You better SAAANG Miss Medda Larkin!
  • ALL of Katherine’s sass
  • The fact that my friend - who had flown a plane the day before and couldn’t hear properly - had his ears popped by the majesty of Kara Lindsay hitting her high note in “Watch What Happens” 
  • Ben Fankhauser singing the beginning of “Seize the Day” and BRINGING ME TO LIFE
  • The way Davey grabs hold of Crutchie’s strike sign while he sings “courage should not erase our fear, courage is when we face our fear”
  • The despair when Crutchie gets taken down in the rumble - my friend actually whimpered with sadness
  • When Jack puts Les in the barrel and Les just keeps popping back out like a monkey
  • Wow Spot Colon - I mean Tommy Bracco - is hot
  • Even when he’s in the refuge, Crutchie is pure sunshine
  • ALSO ANDREW FINALLY GOT TO SING “LETTER FROM THE REFUGE”
  • Davey’s look of disappointment when Jack betrays the Newsies - my heart can’t take this kind of pain
  • The way my friend whispered “oh f*** no” when she found out Katherine was Pulitzer’s daughter
  • The pause for applause after Katherine told Jack “this would be a good time for you to shut up”
  • When Jack tries to kiss Katherine again immediately after their first kiss and she rejects him 
  • Maybe “Fo’ sure” will be our always
  • Jeremy being a dork during bows (failed heel click + robot)
  • All of the overhead shots like wow 
  • I GOT TO SEE NEWSIES IN THEATERS AND SHARE THE EXPERIENCE WITH MY FRIENDS AND WOW WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY TO BE ALIVE

A quick snap of my working altar I set up today, to make my offering to Apollo as thanks for healing my migraine this morning. I’ve had a chat with him and honestly, I feel so inspired and full of light now. I asked for his guidance on a creative project I want to start and pulled a tarot card after some mediation- the Ace of Wands! I couldn’t believe it- he’s encouraging me to love forward with it. I made another small offering after that- writing on a bay leaf- and placing it in the cap of an acorn. I am feeling so warm and loved by him- I can’t thank him enough for his encouragement. His guidance means the world to me.
I want to write forever on how I’m feeling, but I just want to go absorb some sun light. It’s a good day to be outside. ❤️

I lived in a real life haunted house

Before I even begin this story I’m just going to tell you this is 100% real and despite it happening 3  maybe 4 years ago I’m still terrified by what happened. I still don’t know what it was but I can tell you that whatever it was it was real, very real.  

My hands shaked the full time writing this so if there are any typos that will be why, it may also seem rushed later on, again I’m sorry but I’m still scared of whatever it was.

The story starts in my second year of college, it’s summer time and me and my family are moving house for the 15+ time. We move about a lot, we’ve gone from place to place. For one reason or another we’ve never liked the homes we move into, sometimes it’s the neighbours being loud, sometimes it’s the area.. Well you get the picture we move LOTS.

This house is the first we’ve moved to that I hadn’t seen before hand, this one we got the keys and just kinda moved in.

My mum tells me it’s a nice house,  it’s a new build in a cul-de-sac. 


Moving day comes. I go to college as ususl, my sister goes to school, my parents move everything in and at the end of the day they pick me up from college, my sister from school and bring us to our ‘lovely new home’.

The second I walked into the house I was uneasy, it’s so difficult to explain the feeling of this place. It was almost like it belonged to someone else. 

It felt like we had rented out someone’s house whilst on holiday. Like we was welcome here but not fully welcome here, it didn’t want us there but it was putting up with us i guess.


That night was even worse. I couldn’t sleep, I felt like someone was watching me. I pushed my back up against the wall and eventually fell into a restless sleep. 

At this age I hadn’t had nightmares for a very long time and if I did have them it usually meant I was sick. So the nightmare that night came out of nowhere.

I stood in the house but the roof was gone, the walls of the house was broken and decaying and the sky above me a fire colour. I screamed for my family but nothing, there was no one. But something bad had happened to my family, I didn’t know what exactly but something had happened.

The sky grew darker as I searched the broken house for them, but eventually I collapsed and something moved closer to me. I couldn’t see it but I could feel it, it had taken my family and was now looking for me.

Soon it felt like it was behind me.


I woke up the net morning covered in sweat. The first thing I did that day was the move my bed. my bed was originally in the right corner of my room, so I moved it as far away from the corner as possible. 

Once I had moved the bed the house felt calmer and I kept out of the right corner of my room. 


This wouldn’t last sadly.

4 months after moving in we had a guest join us, a friend of mine came to stay for awhile due to family issues, I’m gonna call this friend Beth. This seemed to upset…. Something.


The following night two things happened in the house. The first thing involving my little sister,  during the night she had woken screaming but refused to talk about it. This became a common thing, my poor sister would wake up nightly screaming, each time refusing to talk about it. 

The second was another nightmare, but this one felt different…. it was sat on my chest, well more like floating. I don’t know what it was but it terrified me, it wanted me to scream.  To breathe it in.

I fought it. I tried to wake up. I couldn’t.

It wanted to posses me. 

So it sat on my chest trying to get me to scream, to breathe it in. To LET IT IN.

I woke up in a sweat. My bed covered soaked and messy from wiggling about trying to escape it. 

I didn’t sleep that night, and for many nights to come. I took time off college, I had so little sleep I was a mess and I was terrified of this thing that wanted to posses someone.

This went on for along time, I’d have nightmares and my sister would wake up screaming.

But then one night as my sister was getting ready for bed my mother noticed something odd, bruises on my sister.  On her legs and her arms. 

There was no reason for the bruises, no one had hit her at school, no one was harming my sister, she hadn’t hurt herself by accident. There was no reason for them to be on her but they was.

My sister slept in my mums bed with her after this, my mum would read from the Bible and burn candles. This helped to an extent, my mums room seemed the safest in the house and my sister felt safer there.

As for myself I was exhausted from the constant nightmares and was given a crucifix to hang over my bed. This helped me to an extent. 

I felt protected with it, no harm could come to me as long as it hung on my wall.


The nightmares stopped but like most hauntings it still didn’t end with that. 


All this time Beth had been living with us, she was only here during the nights but during the day time she was in college herself. Beth didn’t seem to have any issues sleeping. 

A few nights after the crucifix was hanged over my bed and my sister had moved into my mums room. Me and Beth went out.

It was nice to get out the house and I was finally getting some sleep now the nightmares had stopped. We decided to buy a few posters for my room, Beth said it may help me feel more welcome and make the room fell more like my own.


We came home rather late but the first thing we did was put the posters up in my room. This would be a big mistake. 

The second Beth unrolled a poster she let out a scream and blood soaked through her white socks.


Beth limped over to my bed and sat on it, taking her blood covered sock off.

A bite mark.

There’s no other way to describe it other than it looked like a small child had bitten her leg. My mum had came to see what the scream was. We showed her the sock and the bite mark and my mum quickly took all the posters off us and threw them into the bin telling us we may have ‘upset it’. She then called my grandma, a retired nurse. My grandma arrived the next day to look Beth over and confirmed that it was in fact a bite mark but from what she wasn’t sure. 


A few nights later and I woke during the night. 

I took and quick look around my room and saw Beth, she was stood holding something, inspecting it.

I jumped up out of bed ready to scream at her to get out of my room. But the second I sat up it was gone. There was nothing there, not even what Beth had been looking at.

I stormed down the hall to Beth’s room ready to yell at her, walking into her room I realised….. she was asleep.  Fast asleep.

There was no way she could have gotten from my room to hers this quick, and yet here she was in bed.


In that moment my blood ran cold.

What did I see if I didn’t see Beth?

And what was it holding and looking at?


During this time I began to cry, this woke Beth up. 

I couldn’t speak,  I was terrified. 

Beth offered me a hug and let me sit next to her on the bed.

We sat together for hours, Beth sat talking to me trying to calm me, trying to get me to say something.

Eventually I told her, I saw something, it looked like her.

This scared her too. We stayed awake the rest of the night and the next day Beth left for college as she usually did.


Later on in the day Beth called me she told me she was walking to our college when she noticed something odd about her reflection in a shop window…. Her eyes looked weird, like they wasn’t there.


My mum was now looking for a new place to live and we found one as quick as possible. Before moving we had other odd things happen. 

We’d see Beth in one place but she wasn’t there, she couldn’t be because she wasn’t even in the house.

She’d be sleeping in bed but I’d see her walking down the stairs. 

But each time we saw her she would be a kind of shadow, like a silhouette of herself.


After this Beth… I guess you could say she changed,  she wasn’t herself after this and eventually she became so nasty we was no longer friends. We don’t talk at all now, we don’t like each other either. I don’t miss her, it was my choice not to be friends anymore. 

She became very mean and nasty. 

I’m going to end this here, it still scares me. It really does. It’s been difficult writing this with my hands shaking… but to make matters worse my type board has been acting up the full time, typing oddly, missing words…

Anyway this is my tale of a real life haunted house. 

My mother later told me the neighbours had similar things happening and that people protested building on the land the cul-de-sac was built on. 

I’ve not lived there for years now but I still sleep with my crucifix near by…


(If anyone has an theroys as to what it was id love to hear them!)

Submission by @jokercat30

At the hospital.

Hey friends, a couple weeks ago, I was in the ER. Not as a chaplain, but as a patient. I’m okay today, but wow—what an experience. It was both awful and affirming.

I was at work (so fortunately, already at the hospital) and had lost my balance and gotten feverish and was shaking like crazy. It all happened pretty quickly: I went from high-fiving fellow chaplains to hugging the wall with a 101 fever.

I was given a bunch of tests: a blood draw, X-ray, CT scan, a long Q-tip that went as far up my nose as possible, a rectal exam, and 350 ccs of rectal contrast. It was all pretty invasive and embarrassing stuff. The loss of autonomy is remarkably fast and total. I was half-naked under my gown. To use the restroom, I had to call for the nurse to disconnect my IV and oximeter. I didn’t have my toothbrush or phone charger; not a big deal, but things I’ve taken for granted. I’ve seen this sort of thing hundreds of times with patients, but of course, it’s a whole other thing to switch places.

The nurses and doctors were incredible with how gentle they were. They narrated every step of each procedure. They maintained my privacy. They kept me updated with total clarity. And when I returned to work later that week, no one made it weird. Well, I did, for the guy who inserted the rectal fluid. I blurted out, “I’m glad it was you!“—and immediately regretted my decision.

The most important learning for me was the value of chaplains. Two of them were with me. It was a huge difference having a chaplain in the room, and the impact stayed. Sometimes I’ve wondered about what I do and what it actually means for people, but I get it now. The power of presence, of a connection to the divine, is so crucial in crisis. To have someone pray for you when you’re that vulnerable is like nothing else, like the breaking of bread right out the oven, like warm water over cold tired hands, like the first gleam of light in a darkened tunnel. I’m so grateful for my fellow chaplains. Thank God for them. I can’t believe I get to do what I do.

The tests, by the way, came up just fine. A temporary body glitch, or I need to take better care of myself, or I’m just getting old. Like they say, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart. We all get there.

It was pretty scary, but I’m certain my experience isn’t nearly as hard or harsh as many others who have gone to the hospital. I think, at the very least, I have a tiny glimpse of what it’s like to be the one looking up from the hospital bed. Thank you to those who prayed and for those who will. I’m feeling much, much better today.

— J.S.

anonymous asked:

Oh my god you guys are gorgeous but I have got to say that I thought you had the biggest bottom lip in ratio to top lip I had ever seen but then I realized that was your tongue and what a w i l d experience that was wow

THIS HAD ME ROLLING

One of the weird things about being a (in my case bi) girl from a conservative place is that you end up “gal pal"ing yourself so fucking hard. Like you’ll be like "wow this girl is so pretty, I love hearing her talk about her ideas about like, her laughter is like music to my soul and I get so fucking happy when my jokes make her laugh and gosh I wish I could kiss her and go out for a beer with just her, if she wanted to, too.. Haha wow, what a Good Friend”