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Sketchy Behavior | Hellen Jo 

Never afraid to speak and/or draw her mind, Los Angeles based artist and illustrator, Hellen Jo and her characters can be described as rough, vulgar, tough, jaded, powerful, bratty and bad-ass - AKA her own brand of femininity. Known for her comic Jin & Jam, and her work as an illustrator and storyboard artist for shows such as Steven Universe and Regular Show, Hellen’s rebellious, and sometimes grotesque artwork and illustrations are redefining Asian American women and women of color in comics. In fact, that’s why Hellen Jo was a must-interviewee for our latest Sketchy Behavior where we talk to her about her love of comics and zines, her antiheroines, and redefining what Asian American women identity is or can be; and what her ultimate dream project realized would be.  

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Astral FAQ

These are Frequently Asked Questions I get about astral. Please check this guide before asking me questions concerning astralling! This will be updated regularly, as I receive more questions.

What is the astral?

Note that this is MY definition: I consider the astral to be absolutely everything; our plane of existence, spirits’ planes of existence, pop culture realms, etc. The astral is everywhere and everything.

How does astral travel work?

When you travel, a small portion of your consciousness leaves your body.

This consciousness manifests as its own body on the astral, or it could “awaken” in an astral body you already have. In travel, you do not see/hear/feel/think as clearly as you do during projection, simply because only a portion of your consciousness has left your body.

What is astral travel versus astral projection versus OBE?

Note, again, these are MY definitions:

In astral travel, a PORTION of your consciousness leaves your body and is able to explore other realms.

In Astral Projection, nearly your entire consciousness leaves your body. Astral projection is much harder to achieve than travel. This is the “gold standard” of astral travel, where you see/hear/feel/think with complete or almost complete clarity.

In an OBE, Out-of-Body-Experience, your consciousness FULLY leave your body. As of right now, I do not believe this is possible without a near-death experience, or actual death.

What are some ways to astral travel?

  • Meditate.
  • Guided meditations
  • Trance
  • Have a spirit you know and trust “pull” you into the astral.
  • (Visualization) Imagine a door. Imagine/focus on what is on the other side of the door. Walk through it.
  • (Visualization) Imagine an X (pool, mirror, etc). Imagine/focus on what is on the other side of X. Walk through it.
  • Lucid Dreaming
  • “Splitting”: Imagine a copy of yourself hovering above you. Notice your consciousness in your own body, then “jump” your consciousness into that copy of yourself floating above you. Proceed to go where you want.  

What are some ways to astral project?

Just….keep practicing astral travel, maybe try new methods. I highly recommend reading Astral Dynamics by Robert Bruce, I have literally NEVER EVER found a more comprehensive, extremely informative, and yet still beginner-friendly and not overly complex guide to astral travel/projection.

Differentiating “true astral” from imagination?

True Astral:

  • will always have external interactions that are not in your own head; entities talking/living their own lives whether your imagination/consciousness directs them to or not. Entities moving independently of your will.
  • Spirits (good or bad) being able to follow you back home, to your physical body and interact with you there
  • Unexpected/Unpredictable occurrences happen
  • You get injured and it may hurt your astral body and maybe feel it a little physically too. Injury damages your magical abilities/astral abilities
  • Your astral body can die and you won’t be able to access “true astral” until you regenerate.
  • You can meet other humans consciously. As in, you can text your friend and meetup on the astral together, and talk about it IRL afterwards. 

Imagination:

  • You are in full control of everything.
  • What you expect to happen, will happen
  • Entities are like puppets or dolls; they don’t move around unless you imagine them doing so, and if/when they interact with you, it’s things you expected them to say
  • You will not tire, or will tire extremely slowly.
  • You die/get extremely hurt and nothing happens. You can regenerate at will/heal whenever and wherever you want.
  • You talk to your friend, then you talk to them later IRL and they have no idea what you talked about. 

Why do people always imagine common fantasy stuff when astralling? Don’t you think astral and what happens there is just your imagination and happens in your head? I mean strangely all the people who talk about astral experiences describe common fantasy stuff. I’d say if astral was real it would contain a lot of stuff people can’t even imagine, and yet everyone describes dragons, elfs, etc, that which their mind already knows, nothing out of ordinary. Isn’t this suspicious?

One reason people generally imagine common fantasy is stuff is because that’s what most people care about, and thus go to. It’s hard to care about a species that humanity has never even encountered before, isn’t it? Also, how can you visit the realm of something you have never even heard of/can’t imagine before? Astral travel needs knowledge of where you will go to, so it’s pretty hard (and probably super dangerous) to just say “take me somewhere beyond my imagination.”

There’s also the problem of perception: during astralling, the mind usually replaces things you don’t know with things you do know of, to use less energy while astralling. While you can force your brain to show “the truth”, the more the thing you are trying to look at is beyond your imagination, the more energy and effort it will take to see “the truth”.

How do you do astral laundry?

Note: Not limited to this list.

  • Have a companion you’re comfortable with seeing you nude do your laundry for you.
  • Astral travel two feet away from your earth self, take your astral clothes off, put them in your washer/dryer (with your astral self or earth self), physically run the washer/dryer (you can wash other clothes with it). Take your clothes out, travel again and put your clothes back on.
  • Destroy your clothes and remake clean ones.

How do past lives affect current astral shenanigans?

You might appear as one of your past life forms/bodies. Spirits from your past lives could also attempt to find you on the astral (whether malicious or friendly, so always be cautious).

How to meet spirits on the astral?

Tl;dr:

1. Be able to astral and able to distinguish between astralling/imagination.

2. Go somewhere with spirits.

How to safely meet spirits on the astral?

There is no 100% guarantee of safety when astralling.

Some suggestions are:

  • Have spirit guides/guardians/protective companions take you somewhere safe
  • Actually know where you are going and who you want to meet

How do you keep possibly malicious spirits/entities/beings from following you back home?

  • This is what wards in your living space/where you are when you astral are for. Wards can fuddle your energy signature from being found by spirits you don’t want to find you.
  • Make sure you “come back” correctly; that you walked back through your imagined door, imagined yourself falling back into your physical body, whatever.
  • Do a centering exercise, which will help you “pull back in” trace amounts of energy you left where you went when astralling. Do make sure your wards are up first, to make sure nothing follows the “pull” back to your physical body. If you don’t know what centering is/how to do it, check the “energy work” section of my FAQ/my energy work FAQ post.

Manners/social etiquette/social skills in the astral?

Obviously those will vary a LOT based on where you go. I literally can’t write a comprehensive guide as the astral is home to a limitless number of cultures.

But some things to keep in mind are:

  • Don’t fight every single thing you see ever. Don’t try and provoke fights with every single thing ever. Retribution is a thing and the majority of spirits have the advantage when fighting in the astral.
  • Just because something looks scary doesn’t mean it’s out to get you.
  • Observe the culture, maybe talk with some of the nicer (and not trickster) locals who can tell you the Do’s and Don’ts of their culture.

Heeeeeeey people keep talking about different places in the astral and are they alternate locations all on the same plane or are there alternate astral planes with alternate inhabitants?

There are alternate astral planes with their own inhabitants, and alternate locations on the same plane.

Example of the former: We are on earth. Heaven exists on its own plane of the universe.

Example of the latter: We are on Earth. An alternate location on our plane of existence would be Venus.

Is it possible for entities/other people to drag you into the astral (forcefully or not)?

Absolutely, both people and entities can bring you to the astral. And they can do it forcefully or consensually (consensually obviously takes a lot less energy). 

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This will be updated every once in a while. Again, please check this FAQ before you ask me any questions concerning this, please ^-^

Inexorable (3-FINAL)

Plot: How does is feel to be arranged to be married to a cocky, arrogant Mafia leader? Once you look at his face, you think you’re lucky, but then he opens his mouth.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Mafia au!

Warnings: dom!Jungkook, steamy hot tub sex yes

Notes: Last part, ya’ll. I hope you like it. I changed the gif because tumblr is being a meanie and it’s not letting me put in my own shit. This brings us to the end of this mini-series! I hope you enjoyed it. 3,430 Words

Part 2 | Part 3 (FINAL) | masterlist

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It was safe to say that there wasn’t as much tension between you and your husband anymore. Everything seemed so much more calm than before. Maybe it was because you guys barely talked; or maybe it was because he locked himself in his office all day, working.

An empty cabin was always nice, but you wanted to talk to him. You actually liked arguing with him; teasing him, and he would tease you back. His touch – it was gentle, even though he was being cocky. You hated to admit it, but you were slowly getting used to him.

Now it seemed like the both of you were more like frenemies rather than complete enemies. There was a sort of understanding, considering you were now aware that you were both forced into this marriage when you would rather stay single, and he would rather marry someone else.

“Princess,” Jungkook called you from behind the black kitchen island, his whiskey glass in his hand as he leaned against the countertop – you had no idea when he started calling you that, but it stuck. “I need some beer and and ice.”

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[image description: a graphic featuring text laid over two boxes of different shades of blue.

the first box is smaller and contains two headings, “So your buddy’‘s disabled:” followed by “How Can I Help?” in quotation marks.

the second box is larger and contains a list of five subheadings and descriptions, which are as follows:

1. Pity parties are boring. I don’t need you to tell me how awful my life must be or how sorry you are that I have to deal with it. I don’t care. I’m doing exactly the same as everyone else - managing with what I’ve got.

2. Don’t assume I’m incapable. I can still open doors for myself and hold a conversation. Even with a crutch. Blind-blowing, I know. It’s frankly a little insulting how quickly people will rush to ‘help’ me when I’m using a mobility aide. If you’re not sure, then ask first! Or alternatively, wait for me to ask you.

3. Let me grab you on the stairs. Stairs fuckin’ suck and I may have to grab something very quickly in order to avoid collapsing. Sometimes that something may be you and I am always very grateful for your presence in this situation.

4. Meet in accessible spaces. If you choose to sit somewhere I can’t get to, i.e. upstairs, then I’m left with three options: a) I kick up a fuss and make you move, b) I get hurt by forcing myself to join you, or c) I sit on my own. None of these options are ideal for any of us but they could all be avoided if you’d sat somewhere else.

5. Listen to me. My condition and how I’m feeling with it changes from day to day, and what was fine yesterday might not be today. I will always try my best to communicate what I can and can’t manage; all you need to do is keep an open mind and listen to what I’m telling you.]


Not all of these points will apply to everyone with a disability, but certainly the 1st, 2nd and 5th should apply to almost everyone. I often find that nobody really knows what to do when they discover that I’m disabled, and I’m often asked “how can I help?” but never have much of an answer, so I finally thought I’d put together a masterlist for my friends to take a look at.

sometimes I like to play around with the idea of Kate being a Commando’s granddaughter. It’s not my favorite thing to do, because I like that she found her way to the Young Avengers with no historical/genealogical/genetic predisposition, or whatever. Everyone else on that team could be considered a legacy to the Avengers, except Kate, and I love that part of her story.

But sometimes, as I said before, it’s fun to play around with being an heir to the Commandos. 

And I was going through some old posts and found one that was like dossiers of the commandos, and one says Dernier: Demolitions Expert.

After Hawkeye vs. Deadpool, I hc Kate pretty hard as “likes to blow shit up” and I just saw this and was like: imagine this:

There’s been some mission that went down a little cockeyed, and Kate actually got picked up on camera, which is unusual. 

She and Billy and Teddy and Steve and Natasha and Bucky and Clint are eating curry, or pad Thai, or something in heaps of takeout containers and her phone rings

and there is just 

ANGRY FRENCH YELLING that everyone can hear because it’s so loud Kate has pulled the phone from her ear

and everyone understands enough to know that Kate is just getting her ass handed to her

and she’s like , “I can’t hear you! je suis désolé! Grand-pere! Non! Uh!!! Je suis–Je–merde!”

And she hangs up looking just, like, horrified. 

Billy starts cracking up first, “What the hell time is it in France even?”

And Steve is all, “Man, I haven’t heard someone swear like that in French since Jaques.”

To which Kate replies, “Maybe it’s the name, his name is Jaques.”

Natasha starts cracking up now. ”You’re all idiots,” she says.

“He didn’t happen to fight in WWII did he?” Steve continues.

“Well, yeah, actually.”

“If you tell me his last name’s Dernier–”

Steve’s phone rings, an unknown number. He picks it up. ANGRY FRENCH YELLING on the other end. 

Dernier is chewing him out as if it’s his fault a demolitions expert’s granddaughter likes to blow shit up.

(Bucky falls out of his chair he’s laughing so hard)

Some thoughts on food-based parties from someone with food allergies.
  • Everyone likes getting invited to parties, but if you’re planning on having food as literally the main attraction of your party (backyard cookouts, group picnic/potlucks, group dinners, etc), please take a moment to ask if there are food allergies or needs you have to be sensitive of.
  • None of us like being that person who asks what’s being served and if it contains such-and-such. Let your guest list know ahead of time what you’ll be eating, then people with special needs can ask their own particular questions on the dl later.
  • If you’re serving buffet style, label the dishes and which ones are safe. Again, you should probably ask way in advance if anyone has special requirements, that way you can label it safe or not.
  • Please stop saying there will be a gluten free/vegan/dairy free/whatever option and then just having it be a wilty bowl of salad while everyone else gets a full course meal.
  • A bag of chips and a bunless hotdog while everyone else gets full hotdogs, 4 dessert options, chili, and many other options is not fun. We feel stupid sitting there while everyone else gets full and talks about how amazing that eclair cake is. We’re tired of getting questions about why we don’t have a bun/why we don’t try something. We don’t know if it’ll kill us. How’s that for a conversation starter.
  • Make sure the stuff you say is safe is actually safe. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve trusted someone’s assurance only to end up horribly sick because it wasn’t really allergy-safe, it just didn’t directly contain the ingredient.
  • Talk to your guests with needs beforehand if you don’t label. Let them know what’s in stuff. Again, we’re tired of looking stupid by seeking out the cooks responsible and grilling them on ingredients.
  • On that note, know your ingredients. Just saying “teriyaki sauce” won’t cut it, I need to know what brand or what went into it, and then the brands of those. Or just let me look at the label and I’ll tell you if I can eat it.
  • If you’re going to be cooking stuff on site, make sure you know how sensitive people are. I’ve seen a lady at my church have to leave the building because someone was baking peanut butter cookies, and she’s allergic to peanuts. I can’t go in places people are baking bread. It’s always better to bring stuff from off-site, if possible.
  • Did I mention that we’re tired of getting second-rate afterthoughts while everyone else gets a full meal? I know I brought it up earlier, but it hurts really bad. It makes you feel like a second-class guest. I’ve been to so many functions where they specifically said on the invite that there would be a “gluten free option,” and it was a warm, soggy salad. It’s hard not to feel left out when everyone else is eating a full, hearty meal, and you get a single serving of a dressingless salad because people don’t know how to read labels, and the salad wasn’t intended to be someone’s whole meal so you get one scoop just like everyone else and then they run out. I know, I’m not entitled to any food at all. It just hurts, especially after the 5th or 6th time that you’re sitting at a table of people with full plates, and you’re the only one not eating, looking like a fool.
  • Separate options. Do not make us use the same tongs for our stuff as people who are shoving it in the non-safe food. Don’t place safe stuff next to non-safe stuff. Things drip, people are messy, crumbs fall off utensils, and this can literally be a matter of life and death for us.
  • Please don’t lose track of which is which! I went to a function where someone had baked identical cobblers, and one was safe while one wasn’t. They forgot which was which. No cobbler for me, after being assured I’d finally get dessert. (People with wheat allergies almost never get dessert at functions because everything is cake or cookies.)
  • We’re not trying to be pretentious or make your life harder, and I know that cooking/providing food for someone with allergies can be nerve wracking because you don’t want to hurt us. So just ask what kinds of things we can eat. Keep communication open. Or just don’t base every single function in the world around food, because we’re tired of getting told we’ll get fed and then ending up somewhere for hours watching everyone else eat stuff and smelling it all and being hungry while not being able to participate. It hurts a lot more than you think. I’ve just stopped going to things like this in many cases because I’m just tired. I’m tired of explaining, because people will ask why you’re not eating. I’m tired of getting stuck with sub-par afterthoughts. I’d rather not be invited if people can’t come up with something that won’t kill me but also won’t leave me feeling like a second-class guest. That’s what it feels like, despite knowing that’s not how it’s intended. After the 6th church function full of tarts, pies, sandwiches, casseroles, fried things, honey butter rolls and so on, where you’re left eating corn chips and salad (every. single. time.), you start questioning if the socializing aspect is even worth it. (Particularly when you have social anxiety to begin with but that’s just me.)

Feel free to add more. I didn’t even get into religious issues, but a lot of the same tips apply to that situation as well. Ask your guests what considerations they need, and do your best to keep communication open. We really, really appreciate you trying, more than you know. 

anonymous asked:

I'm reluctant to ask because everyone already seems to know and I don't want to look like an idiot, but what is the significance of the dagger and arrow? Thanks in advance and sorry if this is a really stupid question. Love your blog x

The tattoo timeline by @bulletproofhalo is the most comprehensive I’ve come across and I recommend everyone read through it. The images I use will include ones taken from that blog. 

To summarize, on 10 September 2013, Harry got his rose tattoo.

It is thought that the idea for the rose might have come from this website, which I would encourage you to browse. The website contains inspirations for: the rose and dagger, the swallows in flight, the mermaid (and dragon), the ship, the arrow, the ship and compass, the rope and anchor.

On 18 February 2014, Harry gets tattoos of both the anatomic heart and his laurels.

On 8 March 2014, or just over two weeks after the heart, Louis gets this:

The two tattoos are thought to be parts of something like:

After Harry got his rose tattoo, the Larrie fandom began to speculate on a matching tattoo for Louis. The consensus was that he would get a dagger, based on this kind of image (from the same website):

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Scarier Things

Summary: Dan’s worst fear is being outed, and his boggart knows that. After being outed to his class, Phil shows him that there are scarier things than being gay (and maybe that wasn’t the smartest idea, but he’s a Hufflepuff, not a Ravenclaw).

TW: uhh, being outed prematurely i think, internalized homophobia

Word Count: 5.3k

Genre: Fluff and Smut whoop!

edit: CHECK OUT THIS ART THAT @vegapancakes MADE!!!

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Modern Psycho- Modern AU-(Ramsay x Reader)

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Fandom: Game of Thrones

Character: Ramsay Bolton

Persona: Female

Word Count: 1,174

Request: Hello! How you doing? Hope having a good day! If there’s not so much problem, can I request a modern AU Ramsay Bolton x Reader were the reader is friends with ramsay (the psyco who nobody wants to be close) and he really likes her (reader) and he really gets mad when guys flirt with her so he sticks with reader wherever she goes which really annoys her but in the end is all cute and fluffy? Thank you, darling! (sorry for my english :( it’s not my mother language) 

A/N - This takes place in a Modern Alternate Universe, enjoy <3 (I’m thinking about doing a part two for this so if it’s something you’d like to see, please let me know!)


The small, coastal town you lived in was quiet. Nothing eventful ever happened, everyone knew everyone, that was until a new family moved into the more remote area of your village. Nobody knew anything about this family only their last name, the Boltons.

The Boltons were even more silent than the town in which you lived. There was a constant flood of whispers about this family, about why they moved and why they kept to themselves and they all seemed to contain one common theme; their son. No one really knew his name, only what he looked like. The descriptions from various witnesses described him as hauntingly handsome- tall, lean, ghostly pale with cold, piercing eyes and a mass of brown hair with scruff to accompany the disconcerting calm express on his face.

Every so often someone would see the family in the local supermarket, or the local library and there’d be more rumours floating around about them. ‘There’s something sinister about that family’, your grandmother’s words echoed in your ears, ‘Stay away from them and stay away from that boy’.

At one time you planned to heed her advice, but now here you were, walking over to the young man all because of a stupid dare from your friends.

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Bad Liar- Chapter 3

I kinda went a little long on this chapter so enjoy! ALSO PLEASE DON’T BE MAD. I don’t know how to collapse the story so it doesn’t show up as long. I apologize! If anyone knows, PLEASE TELL ME!! Please let me know what you guys think, or if you have anything to say at all. I love hearing feedback! Thank you to everyone who has been reading this series. It means a lot to me. Xx


Genre: Fluff, Angst, and a little suggestive.

Jaebum/JB (GOT7) X Orginal Character

Collage/University AU

Warrnings: May cause slight heart break, and rage towards characters.

May contain: Brief mentions of BTS members.


Groggily I moved my arm, swinging it around, trying to blindly feel for my phone which wouldn’t stop beeping. The new semester meant waking up at 6am every morning for a 7:30am class; though luckily my classes ended by noon. Every ‘day one’ my first class was at 11am, and classes only lasted until 3:15pm. The only problem, I’m not a morning person. I get grumpy and agitated really easily until about 9am, then I start to properly wake up and join society as a happy person.

I got up after about 10 minutes of pep talking myself, chanting things like “if you get up today, you can see that cute Barista Jimin before class” and “If you don’t try to attempt murder, you can let yourself get ice cream from the convenience store after class.” After that I jumped in the shower, got dressed in some comfortable clothes, and did a little bit of makeup. I made a deal with myself to start letting my skin have a break on the days that I have class early. No more early morning cake-face, because once you get to university you start to realize sleep is extremely important and no one actually cares how you look early in the morning because everyone is just trying to stay awake to get their money’s worth out of the classes.

Around 6:45 I was almost ready to leave to the coffee shop; slipping on my black doc boots, when I notice I was basically monochrome dressed. Black skinny jeans and a grey shirt. Maybe I should try adding some color to wardrobe like Amie? She always wears such cute and colorful clothes. Maybe I could get more attention from boys if I was always cute like her and… What am I saying? Oh God maybe I’m getting jealous of her? Ugh, stop it. I’m fine the way I am, but… Okay, maybe some color in my wardrobe wouldn’t hurt. It would be better than looking like I’m going to a funeral all the time. I switch out the black jacket for an army green one, hoping that maybe I would look a little more approachable.

I slipped my contacts in last minute, and then grabbed my stuff before locking up. I was lucky now because this semester I have more time in the morning to get to my class. Living a little far away from school meant I got up around 6am for my 8:30am class, so this time it was nice having about half an hour to walk the equivalence of 2 parking lots. I could stop by the coffee shop, chat up the cute guy Jimin, and then head to class without worrying.

The little bell over the door rang as I walked in, a big smile on my face when I saw Jimin. I had gotten to know him a little better once he started working here 3 semesters ago. His dad owned the local coffee shop on campus, and he worked here almost every morning before his classes. He, unlike myself, was a morning person and didn’t mind waking up at 5am to open the shop at 6am. I would rather bathe in boiling water.

“Good morning Jimin!”

“Good morning Micah, you’re here early?” He smiled brightly.

“I moved on campus so I’ll probably be here a little more often, and a lot earlier than usual.”

“That’s cool. I’m glad to see you not as rushed and panicky like last semester.”

“Don’t remind me. Anyways, can I just get a Caramel Latte?” I said, biting my lip while thinking.

“Are you going to drink the whole menu this year as well?”

“We’ll see… Oh can I get a bagel too?”

Jimin ended up giving me the bagel for free as a little gift for being a very frequent customer. He wrote my name on the cup before tucking his light brown hair out of the way, and then resting the marker behind his ear. I sat down at the bar stool beside Jimin’s station munching away on the bagel as we continued to talk.
“There sure are quite a few customers in here already and it’s only ten minutes after seven…”

“Yup, we get some really interesting people here when we open and when we close. Like that guy in the right corner hiding under his duvet with his laptop? His name is Taehyung, his friends call him V. He’s been in here every morning for the past 2 weeks right when we open. Even before campus properly opened for classes. That’s his third cup of espresso in two hours, and if you watch closely… He only blinks every 20 to 30 seconds. Apparently, he’s retaking a class and is trying to prepare so he does well. I don’t think he’s slept in a few days. He keeps mumbling something about plants.”

“Maybe he’s doing something to do with plants?”

“He’s a visual art’s major…”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah, I hope he’s okay though. He’s the reason I put emergency services on speed dial on the business phone,” Jimin laughed pointing to the phone by the register. I finished up my food before grabbing my bag and I was just about to head out the door when I heard Jimin call out, “Hey Micah, are you free this weekend?”

“Uh I think so?”

“Want to go see a movie or something?”

“Yeah, sure! Are you working tomorrow, I can give you my number then? I’ve got to go to class right now” I yelled.

“I’m always here, of course. If you show up, coffee is on me.”

“I’ll be there, bye Jimin!” I darted out the door and started rushing towards my class. I was a language major, my strongest second language being English. My first class on day two was advanced English language and grammar. Which I felt would be a little easier for me, but boy was I wrong. Who knew that American’s were so weird dropping the u in words like colour and neighbour? As well as having words that are spelt the same, but sound different? Live and live, read and read? What is this?! We also established partners for any class activities, which I went to my usual partner throughout the first few semesters we had together. Thank goodness Namjoon was in another one of my classes, because he was really good with English. Where he excelled, I didn’t… though where I excelled cough pronunciation cough he wasn’t AS great. I was better at pronouncing words, and talking without an extremely distinct accent.

After what felt like forever, my classes were finally over. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep but I guess the universe had a different plan because as soon as I got home Amie was hosting what looked like a party. Though it wasn’t any of her new friends, it was JB and the guys. Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Yugyeom, and BamBam. All 6 of JB’s close guy friends were in the living room packed around the built coffee table eating. It was a typical sight for me, just usually it took place at JB’s house. Youngjae was kicking everyone’s ass at video games like usual, while the others cheered him on. I saw Amie sat on the couch, pressed between JB and Yugyeom, with a bowl of chips in her hand.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” I yelled over the TV. The game paused in an instant, all their eyes darting over to my position by the front door. No one had even noticed me coming in.

“Micah! You’re home, how are you?” Jackson smiled getting up from the floor and coming to give me a hug. He was the only one who really made an effort to come and greet me, which was a little unusual. Normally the guys were pretty excited to see me since I don’t get to see them often.

“I’m doing good. Class was boring… Amie how was your first day on campus?”

“It was fun. I went to that little café and got a coffee. The barista says he knows you!”

“Ah that’s Jimin, yeah he’s my friend. Oh by the way, we’re going to catch a movie this weekend. Do you want to come too?”

“Micah, that sounds like a date. Did you seriously just ask me to third wheel your date?” Amie smirked, raising her eyebrow.

“Micah has a date? With someone other than Jae…” Yugyeom announced before Jinyoung gave him a solid elbow to the ribs.

I rolled my eyes, “It’s not a date. Anyways, can you guys explain why you are all here?”

“You didn’t tell us you had a cute roommate who could cook!” BamBam, placing the controller down.

“I just got her yesterday, and I didn’t know she could cook.” “Well she’s great, you’re going to be seeing a lot of us if she’s here and making food. Try the pork buns!”

I sighed, walking over to the rest of the guys. I was going to sit down with them but with the 8 of them taking all the chairs and carpet space, it really didn’t seem like a welcoming environment. Amie shot me a small apologetic smile before answering the question in my head. “JB brought them over to surprise us. He said they are your friends too, and also thought it would nice to introduce them to me in the meantime.”

“It sure was a surprise…” I huffed. I threw my bag in my room, laying down on my bed for comfort. I just wanted sleep, or death at this point. This was starting to get a little annoying. I’m the kind of girl who likes a plan, and I don’t like drastic changes. When things don’t go the way as planned, I start to get agitated. My theoretical plan would be moving in with my childhood best friend, going to school, having this place as my relaxing safe space, and then JB’s place would be where I go for socializing. Now JB is here and brought the looney toon bunch with him…Plus my roommate is too much of a socializer to say no and turn them away.

“Micah? Are you coming back? Youngjae wants to verse you too!” Mark called from the doorway.

“I don’t have anywhere to sit” I exclaimed as I paced over to the group.

“Just sit on my lap, I don’t mind. I have strong thighs. Though I can stand if you want to sit down,” Jackson smiled sweetly. Some people would take that as a dirty suggestion, but Jackson was actually just a genuinely sweet guy.

“That’s not happening, Micah can sit here. I’ll stand…” JB interrupted, getting off the couch and moving to the side. I slid beside Amie, who still looked a little uncomfortable.

“So, what are we playing?”

“It’s a Grand Theft Auto death match,” Yugyeom replied passing BamBam’s controller over.

“Oh, you’re back playing this old game? I thought you guys would have been playing something new like Overwatch or something.”

“Hey why doesn’t Amie verse Micah?” JB asked. All the guys seemed to really like the idea of us playing.

“Okay, but just so you know I’m great at playing games” Amie replied, grabbing Youngjae’s remote.

“Getting cocky, are we? Care to make it a bet?”

“The winner gets something that belongs to the loser. Winner’s choice.”

“Deal.”

“I should warn you Micah, I never lose.”

“Neither do I” I smirked.


Saturday rolled around faster than I anticipated. Even though the guys said they would be over frequently, I hadn’t seen them since Monday. Which was a good break I guess… At least I was able to focus on school more, and I even got to hang out with Amie. We went shopping together a little bit, she got her nails done while I watched. We just had some free time to reconnect and get back on the same page as before. We both had changed a lot, but the chemistry was still there for the most part. She told me stories about living in the UK, and in Sweden. Apparently, she felt kind of lonely and awkward being part of the minority compared to when she’s home in Korea. The world has differently beauty standards, and here… She’s considered model gorgeous, like one of the most glamourous looking idols.

I woke up a little late on Saturday morning to the sounds of Amie making breakfast. She was busy trying to make crepes, but she dropped the pan before it made its way to the stove top. I ran in to check on her, reassuring myself that she was okay.

“What the hell happened?”

“I was holding my phone and the pan in one hand, and then it buzzed which startled me and I dropped the pan” she said, lifting the pan off the floor, “thank goodness there was no crepe batter in there yet.”

I picked up her phone off the floor, the screen lighting up with a message, “Who’s Jae emoji peach?”

“Oh, it’s JB. Get it Jaebum? Jae-bum. As in peach emoji, because it looks like a booty.”

“Yeah, I-uh… I get it. So, what’s going on with him?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you guys like…?”

“We’re just friends for now. He is going to come over soon though, he said since you’re busy maybe we could hang out and go for dinner” she smiled into her phone, “You’re okay with that right?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be? I have a date with Jimin anyways.”

“Thank you again for being super cool with all of this. I really like JB, and I think he likes me too. I hope you don’t feel awkward about this…”

“Me? Awkward? Psssh. We’re history, done, the past is the past. I have absolutely no romantic feelings for him whatsoever.” Amie put a crepe on my plate, decorated with strawberries and crème. I instantly shoved it in my face, trying to keep myself from talking because this could go really bad, really fast.

“Hey do you want help getting ready for your date with Jimin? I obviously love doing makeup and hair for other people. I could help with an outfit too?” Amie suggested.

“Oh, I don’t want to burden you…”

“It’s not a problem at all. I mean I saw Jimin, that guy is the most aesthetically pleasing guy I’ve seen in a very long time. He’s super attractive and would look really cute with you. You should doll it up a little an impress him.”

“If you want to… Please don’t make me look too uncomfortable though. I still want to look like me” I begged.

At first, she tried to dress me like her. A white crop top with a floral skater skirt, and sandals. Which was a huge “nope” in my books. We argued a little bit over my outfit, and then she finally went to MY closet to look for clothes. We settled on a black tank top, light high-waisted shorts, and my army green jacket. Once the clothes were settled she finally submitted to making me, still look like me. The makeup was neutral colored, and she added more body into my hair.

“Now you have that more intense beach wave look. It suits you, and it’s cute” she smiled, letting me finally look at myself. I’m not going to lie, I was feeling pretty damn confident in myself right now. The best part was that I still looked like me, just a little cuter. “You’re a work of art, now hurry up Jimin is going to be here in a little bit. JB should be here in a few minutes as well.”

I texted Jimin, letting him know I was ready. He replied that he was almost at the campus, and that he’ll be here soon. A knock at the door brought me to my feet, rushing to the door with excitement. I was really hoping for a good reaction from Jimin, since he usually sees me sleep deprived and not at my best. “Hey Jimi… Oh it’s you.” “Well nice to see you too ‘Best Friend” JB mocked, giving me a slight hug while entering.

“Sorry I’m just waiting for Jimin and he said he’d be here soon so I assumed it was him.”

“Wow, I’m hurt. You’re not even excited to see me anymore. What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment?”

“You keep coming over uninvited?”

“That’s not the point,” he laughed. He gave me a quick scan before returning his eyes back to mine, “You look good. Trying to impress a guy I assume?”

“Well now that I’m back in the dating game, I guess I better put some effort into it.”

“Admit it, I ruined you” Jaebum laughed, shaking his head side to side in a joking matter.

“You completely destroyed me, I’ll never be the same now” I rolled my eyes, cracking a huge smile.

“Seriously though Micah, you look good. I’m happy for you.” I felt a blush creep over my cheeks before adverting my eyes to the front door as the knocking sound protruded from it.

“Well I better go, I’ll see you later. Have fun with Amie, not too much fun though!”

“Same with you!” He called after me, as I closed the door behind him. He only caught a glimpse of Jimin’s face, the two of them sending each other a small smile.

Jimin was a kind guy, and was super sweet. You could tell by his little actions that he was super careful with every move, and he was also very caring and adorable. We saw a puppy running around in the parking lot after it escape from its owner, and oh my Lord, I’ve never seen a man act cuter with a puppy before. It made me want to plant a huge kiss on his plump lips, and squeeze him to death. Jimin was so kind to every person we met, making sure to say thank you and respectfully greet the people we came in contact with.

I got to know the little details about him and his life. His family had been running the little coffee shop his grandmother opened, on the side of their everyday jobs. Jimin had offered to basically take over as manager for the mornings because of his classes, and the pay was really good because of number of “hangry” students that stopped by. The most interesting thing I had learned about him was that he was actually a contemporary dancer, and could sing as well. Though he was too shy to sing in public, and promised to sing for me another time.

The date as a whole was really good, I enjoyed myself. Though there was a tiny piece of me who also couldn’t deny that we didn’t really have the relationship chemistry. He was an amazing guy, and he was really attractive, but we were also, really different. He was a morning person who cared so much about other, and was this bubbly ray of sunshine. Myself on the other hand, was a night owl who would cause murder if I was awoken too early for my own liking. I also had the tendency to be a little bit of a moody person and sometimes I can act like a total jerk. That was kind of the reason JB and I worked well together. We were always watching out for each other when our personalities were at their worst. We also understood how each other felt because we both know how it feels.

Maybe I wasn’t acting being sarcastic when I said JB ruined me, because there was a little bit of truth to that. I was always kind of comparing guys to JB. I realize now that maybe I just need to talk to JB about it. We never really had a proper conversation after the break up. We just instantly went back to friends, and just swept the feelings under the rug. Maybe it was time that we talk about things, especially if the two of us feel it’s time to properly start moving on. I couldn’t do that to Jimin anyways. That’s the worst thing I could probably do; starting a relationship with him before I even properly figure out my feelings for my best friend.

Jimin dropped me off at my dorm, which was still empty at the time. I invited him in for a little bit to thank him for taking me out and share some of the cake we bought from the bakery before we arrived. In the end, the evening was really nice. I had fun, and promised that we’d hang out a little more… as friends. I gave him a big hug before saying goodbye. It hadn’t been more than a minute or two when I noticed he had left his headphone on the counter. I grabbed them, slipping on my shoes and swung open the door. As soon as I lifted my head I was stunned to see two bodies in front of me. JB and Amie, planting a deep kiss on each other.

anonymous asked:

Everybody's complaining bout Boruto and whatever (not a fan of him neither) but what's so great bout Sarada, really? I don't like her in the movie or any of the manga, be it personality or design. She kinda reminds me of a Sakura part 1 level of annoyance, but not for the same reasons as why Sakura was annoying in part 1, for different reasons. Could you explain what people like so much about her? Outside of the daddy issues I beg you

You’ve come to the right place. I can’t speak to why everyone likes her, just to why I like her. 

Most of the new gen kids are more or less clones of their parents (or at least they were until the anime started fleshing them out a little bit) and many people feel Sarada breaks that mold. She has her own distinct personality which takes bits and pieces from her parents but also contains aspects that are uniquely her. I don’t know why you feel she’s Part 1 Sakura levels annoying as she basically has none of the same tendencies (obsessing over a boy, violent outbursts of anger, overly emotional, etc). She actually behaves in a way almost antithetical to that in that she’s not forced to revolve around a male character (yet at least……I’m looking at you Boruto) and is incredibly capable and level headed for someone of her age. That said, I don’t actually find Part 1 Sakura annoying when she’s allowed to be her own character outside of Sasuke, but that’s another story. It might help if you specified what specifically about her you find annoying? 

Then there’s also the fact that Gaiden kind of made me love her because she’s like…..the shining example of Deserved Better™. I know you said “outside of daddy issues” but it’s impossible to separate the two because that does play a big role in why people like her so much. She’s this child who has been raised her entire life without a father figure and clearly craves paternal attention, which is why she idolizes Naruto so much after he gives it to her. There’s something very sympathetic about her character in that she is at her core a young girl searching for validation despite her monstrous strength and nearly unmatched physical abilities. Watching her character develop gives me the same feeling I had seeing the original chunin exams and cheering for the Konoha 12. She has so much potential and I just want her to do well and thrive. Granted, the anime and manga are gonna have ample opportunity to fuck up her characterization so that bomb is probably fast approaching, but for now I’m really gunning for her. 

There’s also just the fundamental fact that I prefer her to Boruto. I know you don’t technically have to ~choose~ but seeing as the main character of the new gen was only EVER going to be Boruto or Sarada, I would have highly preferred the latter. I find Sarada’s struggles and backstory so much more interesting than Boruto’s forced conflict with Naruto and the movie did nothing to improve my opinion of him. Sarada is the only Uchiha born after the massacre and I’d love to see her navigate that situation and come to an understanding about what happened (and actually be the one to redeem her clan since Sasuke’s clearly not gonna do it). I mean we just had a 700 chapter long story about an impulsive blue eyed blonde with a knack for getting into trouble, lets switch it the fuck up. In general I’m really partial to female naruto characters because they literally ALWAYS get the short end of the stick so when Kishi finally throws me a fuckin bone with a talented, rational, realistic young girl you bet your ass I’m gonna root for her all the way. She also drug sasuke into oblivion during Gaiden which vindicated me in a way I don’t think anyone is capable of fully understanding. 

Anyway idk, it’s 3:37am and I’m pretty sure I have the flu. Conclusion: I love Sarada Uchiha. 

A day in the life of a Republican

Joe gets up at 8:00 AM to prepare his morning coffee. He fills his pot full of good clean drinking water because some stupid bleeding heart liberal fought for minimum water quality standards.

He takes his daily medication with his first swallow of coffee. His medications are safe to take because some nanny state loving liberal fought to ensure their safety and work as advertised.

All but $10.00 of his medications are paid for by his employer’s medical plan because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance, now Joe gets it too. He prepares his morning breakfast, bacon and eggs this day. Joe’s bacon is safe to eat because some commie liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry.

Joe takes his morning shower reaching for his shampoo; His bottle is properly labeled with every ingredient and the amount of its contents because some socialist liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and how much it contained. Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some tree hugging liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air.

He walks to the subway station for his government subsidized ride to work; It saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees. You see, some snowflake liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor.

Joe begins his work day; He has a good job with excellent pay, medicals benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some liberal union members fought and died for these working standards. Joe’s employer pays these standards because Joe’s employer doesn’t want his employees to call the union.

If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed he’ll get a worker compensation or unemployment check because some stupid liberal didn’t think he should lose his home because of his temporary misfortune.

It’s noon time, Joe needs to make a Bank Deposit so he can pay some bills. Joe’s deposit is federally insured by the FSLIC because some liberal wanted to protect Joe’s money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the depression.

Joe has to pay his Fannie Mae underwritten mortgage and his below market federal student loan because some stupid liberal decided that
Joe and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his lifetime.

Joe is home from work, he plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive to dad’s; His car is among the safest in the world because some cry baby liberal fought for car safety standards.

He arrives at his boyhood home. He was the third generation to live in the house financed by Farmers Home Administration because bankers
didn’t want to make rural loans. The house didn’t have electric until some big government liberal stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and
demanded rural electrification (those rural Republicans would still be sitting in the dark).

He is happy to see his dad who is now retired. His dad lives on Social Security and his union pension because some liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldn’t have to. After his visit with dad he gets back in his car for the ride home.

He turns on a radio talk show, the host keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good (the host doesn’t tell Joe that his beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day). Joe agrees, “We don’t need those big government liberals ruining our lives; After all, I’m a self-made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have.”

-John Gray

The MBTI types I know irl

ENTJ
- My little sister
- Forever bitter about being the youngest child
- Ready to fight 24/7 but is also more bark than bite
- Tries to give sophisticated arguments, sounds like a 12 year old on Tumblr

INTJ
- We don’t talk about the INTJ.

ENTP
- Technically not an irl friend but an internet friend
- Would probably have top bants if/when we ever get to hang out irl
- Is also confused by Fi 
- ‘Apazzles’

INTP
- Me
- I’m great
- Probably smarter than you
- Jks hahahahahahaha I am a failure

INFJ
- Genuinely cares but also wasn’t good at actually picking up on when I needed their support
- Tried to get me to open up at times when I was actually fine instead
- The biggest Disney nerd
- Simultaneously cares too much and doesn’t give a fuck

ENFJ
- Understands me on an emotional level probably better than anyone else because it’s just the binary opposite of them
- Just knows
-
Has so many problems but tries so hard to be positive 
- Tends to over estimate their ability to read people and ends up judging too hard but now knows this is a problem and is working on it
- Yellow

INFP
- My brother
- Is the sensitive™ sibling
- Video games and nerd stuff
- Debates
- Basically the INTP stereotype but with more feelings

ENFP
- Marmites 
- One is one of my best friends and one is someone I loath with every fibre of my being
- Technically I know three and they literally never stop laughing???
- Like it really wasn’t that funny
- Surprisingly rational in serious situations
- Zero tolerance for bullshit
- Wish they were more consistent though
- Please remember that just because something is good in the immediate context that doesn’t mean you should forget the other factors

ESFJ
- Sweetest individual I have ever had the privilege to know
- Literally never letting go of them go find your own this one is mine
- Travelled all the way up to my uni last minute with bath stuff and a candle thing and cake mix and a cake tin (all of which hold some significance) because I was sad
- Huggable
- Just wants everyone to be happy

ISFJ
- In love with Tom Hiddleston
- Fashion ‘n stuff
- Always on your side
- Not a fan of confrontation but will support you no matter what
- History nerd

ISTJ
- My dad ikr contain your surprise
- Personality clash tbh
- Has rules that while generally beneficial do have exceptions but refuses to acknowledge this and ends up just being an inconvenience
- Good at helping organise stuff and always offering to review things
- Likes planning dinners and things and sometimes reads out facts about specially occasions 

ISFP
- Anime nerd
- Likes animation and other arty stuff
- Rants 
- Too many feelings
- Handle with care

Liberal philosophy for dummies (not to be confused with the liberal party, because they are pretty much our Conservative right wing now anyway) From an American view, but the sentiment remains the same.

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF JOE REPUBLICAN…

Joe gets up at 6 a.m. and fills his coffeepot with water to prepare his morning coffee. The water is clean and good, because some tree-hugging liberal fought for minimum water-quality standards.
With his first swallow of coffee, he takes his daily medication. His medications are safe to take, because some stupid commie liberal fought to insure their safety and that they work as advertised.
All but $10 of his medications are paid for by his employer’s medical plan, because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance - now Joe gets it too.
He prepares his morning breakfast, bacon and eggs. Joe’s bacon is safe to eat, because some girly-man liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry.
In the morning shower, Joe reaches for his shampoo. His bottle is properly labeled with each ingredient and its amount in the total contents, because some crybaby liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and how much it contained.
Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean, because some environmentalist wacko liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air.
He walks to the subway station for his government-subsidized ride to work. It saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees, because some fancy-pants liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor.
Joe begins his work day. He has a good job with excellent pay, medical benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation, because some lazy liberal union members fought and died for these working standards.
Joes employer pays these standards, because Joe’s employer doesn’t want his employees to call the union.
If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed, he’ll get a worker compensation or unemployment check, because some stupid liberal didn’t think he should lose his home, because of his temporary misfortune.
Its noontime and Joe needs to make a bank deposit so he can pay some bills. Joe’s deposit is federally insured by the FSLIC, because some godless liberal wanted to protect Joe’s money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the Great Depression.
Joe has to pay his Fannie Mae-underwritten mortgage and his below-market federal student loan, because some elitist liberal decided that Joe and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his lifetime.
Joe is home from work. He plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive. His car is among the safest in the world, because some America-hating liberal fought for car safety standards.
He arrives at his boyhood home. His was the third generation to live in the house financed by Farmers’ Home Administration, because bankers didn’t want to make rural loans.
The house didn’t have electricity until some big-government liberal stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and demanded rural electrification.
He is happy to see his father, who is now retired. His father lives on Social Security and a union pension, because some wine-drinking, cheese-eating liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldn’t have to.
Joe gets back in his car for the ride home, and turns on a radio talk show. The radio host keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. He doesn’t mention that the beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day.
Joe agrees: “We don’t need those big-government liberals ruining our lives! After all, I’m a self-made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have.”

A New Banshee Screams

Masterlist

Pairing: Lydia x Reader

Summary: Can I have a Lydia imagine where the reader is shy and no-one notices her and she’s a banshee but doesn’t find out til she screams and Lydia hears it and instantly feels the need too protect the reader with some fluff too? Sorry if this makes no sense.

Side Note: First Lydia imagine, so fingers crossed this turned out alright. x


The new girl title came with stares from other students, whispers behind your back asking who you were and constant fear that you weren’t going to be good enough to fit in. Your mother didn’t give you and explanation as to why you guys had to move, all she said was this town was going to help you grow. What she meant by that you had yet to figure out, but it didn’t matter now because here you were keeping your head down and making sure you didn’t cause any sort of scene.

You had one more class to go before a free period which you were beyond grateful for as you were heading to class, you shoulder collided with someone else’s.

“I’m so sorry” you rambled on and on, apologizing furiously.

A girl with long strawberry hair just smiled at you, and said “It’s okay, don’t worry about it”. The boy next to her whispered something in her ear and both of them left. However the girl looked back at you and you couldn’t help but stare at her as well.

As per usual the class dragged on and you sat right in the far back to avoid being called upon. You weren’t a very out going person, so moving here and making friends was very difficult. Grabbing your things you decided the best place would be the library, it was quiet and from what you gathered only a few people actually went in there.

Opening one of the double doors you found yourself a nice empty table and begun to get started on the already giant piles of homework, that was given. You didn’t know what it was, but it felt like a feeling that wouldn’t go away. It had been bugging you all day but in this moment it was more prominent and you couldn’t ignore it as easily as before.

Standing up you walked into the middle of the library and looked around, there were only a few people left but none of them seemed to be in any trouble. A voice in your head kept on whispering things you couldn’t quite make out, it went from a tiny whisper to a loud scream within seconds. Holding your head, you shut your eyes and breathed in and out hoping that would stop whatever this was. When it didn’t help, you ran towards your things packed them up as fast you possibly could and ran out of the school into the fresh air.

The voices kept on getting louder and louder with every step and not knowing why you dropped your bag to the ground, and just grabbed onto your car and screamed.

Everyone was gathered at Scott’s place which nowadays seemed like the go to place for meetings or just casual hangouts. Melissa was out doing her hospital shift, which just left Scott, Lydia, Stiles, Kira, Liam and Malia all spread out across Scott’s living room. Lydia and Stiles occupied the couch while Kira and Scott took the floor, Liam sat opposite them and Malia took the chair. And lastly the uninvited but invited presences of Theo who was standing with his arms crossed. This wasn’t a causal visit, everyone was here to attempt to finish the book that Malia had found in Tracy’s room.

“Anyone actually half way yet?” Kira asked rubbing her eyes.

“Nope” was all that Lydia responded with.

Scott looked up and stared at his pack, he knew that everyone was running low on energy and sleep…but more than anything he knew that this book had to contain some answers as to who these Dread Doctors were. “Guys I know we are all tried and hungry, but we have to keep on trying to read this book. We need to know what were up against”.

“How about we take a break” Theo suggested, which earned him several glares from Stiles and Malia but for two very different reasons.

“I’ll put a pot of coffee on” Malia said, and got up to walk into the kitchen.

Everyone put down there pages they were reading and sighed. “What happens if this book doesn’t tell us anything” Liam asked.

“It will, it has too” Scott said.

Stiles looked over to Lydia who had this concerned look on her face, she was feeling something like someone was in trouble. Stiles placed his hand on top of her’s and asked, “Are you okay Lydia?”.

She looked at him and held onto his hand, “I feel like-”

“Like what?” he asked, “Lydia talk to me” he looked towards Scott who had a worried expression on her face. Kira, Malia, Liam and Theo all gathered around wondering what was happening.

And that’s when Lydia heard it, someone was screaming. She stood up and looked around, Scott walked over to her and said. “Lydia what did you hear?”.

“Someone screamed”.

“Like someone is in danger?” Liam asked.

“No, it was more like-” she didn’t know how to explain it. Was there another banshee in Beacon Hills?.

“Lydia, come on talk to us” Stiles told her, looking more worried by the second.

Lydia looked straight to Stiles and said, “It feels like another banshee. And it was coming from the school”.

Each of them exchanged looks and didn’t need to be told twice, Scott lead the charge and told everyone to meet him at the school. Stiles, Lydia, Scott and Kira all piled up in Stiles jeep, while Liam and Malia went with Theo.

Arriving at the school it was Lydia’s turn to lead, she rushed to the other side of the building and saw a figure laying on the ground. Running over with the others not far behind she reached you.

“Please, please be alive” she whispered.

She gently placed two fingers on your pulse to make sure, when she heard the steady signs of your heartbeat she relaxed a little and leaned her head back in relief, Stiles placed a hand on her shoulder and carefully lifted her up while Scott, with the help of Theo carried you back to Theo’s truck.

“What do we do with her?” Kira asked.

“We have to take her to Deaton, he’ll know what to do…hopefully” Scott replied.

“Why don’t we just leave her?” Malia asked.

Everyone turned to her and Stiles gave Scott a sheepish look, “Malia we don’t leave innocent people who need our help” Lydia answered. “I’m going to stay with her, I feel like I shouldn’t leave her side” Lydia continued. Scott nodded and she climbed in the back of Theo’s truck along with Liam and everyone drove to the Animal Clinic to find more about who you were.

“Put her on the table” Deaton told Theo as he carried her in. He placed you on the table that Deaton instructed him too and just stared at you for a bit.

“Is she, you know a banshee?” Stiles asked.

“I have no idea, aside from Meredith and Lydia I had no clue that there was another one roaming Beacon Hills” Deaton replied. He checked your vital signs to make sure everything was all okay.

“So what do we do now?” Theo spoke for the very first time.

Stiles kept his eye on him, Deaton replied. “There’s nothing we can do but wait until she wakes up”. While everyone exited the room, Lydia stayed behind and sat on the chair leaning against the wall. She couldn’t stop starting at you as well as stop thinking about how terrified you must have felt.

You stirred and shifted but realized you couldn’t get far, slowly opening your eyes a somewhat blinding light forced you to blink a few times to adjust to the sudden change of environment. Lifting yourself up you saw the same girl that you bumped into in the hallway a few hours ago, looking outside the sky indicated that night had fell. How long were you out for? You wondered as you noticed you were in some type of clinic.

“You’re awake” A deep male voice come from the shadows and the figure stepped into the light. You had to admit he was fairly good looking but you had no idea who the hell he was. Suddenly a sense of shyness washed over you, and all you could manage to do was fiddle with your fingers.

“I’m Theo, and who might you be?” he asked.

“Y/N” you spoke fairly softly.

Before he could utter another word the girl that was asleep on the chair had awoken, “Where am I?” you asked.

“Animal Clinic, we brought you here after-” the girl said.

Looking around you noticed that more people had entered the room. “I’m Lydia, you might remember bumping into me in the hallway at school not too long ago? This is Scott, Stiles, Deaton, Kira, Liam, Malia and Theo” she said pointing to each person. You had half a mind to tell her that Theo and you had already meet, but decided against it for some reason.

“I’m Y/N” you introduced yourself to the rest of them.

“Do you remember what happened after you passed out?” The Scott guy asked.

You studied him and he looked friendly, someone who would help out a old lady or a random civilian. He had that hero complex about him.

“I was in the library and I started to hear whispers, I thought it was coming from one of the students that were also in the library so I ignored it. But the voices started getter louder and louder, so I grabbed my things and ran outside. My head begun to hurt like hell, so I dropped my things and the next thing I knew-”

You looked over to Lydia and said “I screamed…and I have no idea why”.

“We might” The Stiles guy spoke.

“Your only to tell me I’m crazy, aren’t you?” you asked him lowering your head in shame.

Lydia stepped forward and grabbed your hand, “You’re far from crazy Y/N….are you familiar with the supernatural?” she asked you.

The supernatural? You read a lot about vampires, werewolves and other mystical creatures in books and on the internet. “Why are you asking me that?”.

“Because we think you might be one” The young Liam guy spoke.

“A banshee in fact” The tall girl with short brown hair said, who you remembered Lydia introduced her as Malia.

“Guys you couldn’t have gave her the news more gently?” Theo turned to them, while Stiles was shaking his head and Scott sighed.

Your eyes went wide and processing what they just said to you didn’t seem possible. Quickly getting off the table each person had a serious look on there face. And you didn’t know if that was a sign to be terrified or that they were telling the truth.

“I-I have to get out of here” you mumbled.

“You should really go to the hospital, just for a check up” Deaton suggested to you, who looked like he ran this clinic.

“I don’t think I’m the one that needs to go to the hospital for a check up” Pointing to everyone, “A banshee? The supernatural? Is that some sick joke you like to tell people?” you said to them.

Lydia stepped in front of you, and her soft green eyes strangely had this calming effect. “Just please stay, we can prove all of to you. I know it sounds crazy and far fetched but Scott here is a werewolf along with Liam and Theo. Malia is a werecoyote, Kira is a Kistune, Stiles is well human and I’m….I’m a banshee that’s how I know you’re one”.

This information was all too much, not bothering to stay any longer you pushed past everyone and made your way to the door. The cold, brisk air hit you and noticed that your car wasn’t here. Taking a deep breath the door bell altered you and out come Lydia.

“Look I promise I won’t tell anyone what you just told me, because let’s face it who would believe me? But what you said is not possible, okay. And I’m certainly not some banshee whatever that is”.

Starting to walk away Lydia quickly caught up to you and halted you in your tracks, “I was the same way when I found out, but it’s real everything I told you is true. I know that you must be feeling overwhelmed and beyond scared….but I’m promising you now that I won’t let anything happen to you”.

Noticing that your hands were shaking, Lydia’s own covered yours and she softly smiled at you. “I’m going to help you Y/N, in anyway I can. You’re not alone in this.”

You knew that this just wasn’t real, but something inside of you was telling you that there was some hint of truth to everything that you had heard tonight. Smiling back at Lydia you couldn’t explain in but she made you feel safe.

Grabbing your hand she led you back to the Animal Clinic where the rest of the night they told you everything you wanted to know about their world. After tonight you truly did believe that the supernatural existed, and now you couldn’t ignore that you were apart of it all. No matter how strange, or bizarre things seemed in a lot of ways it felt right…and perhaps that was enough for now.

Names // Spencer Reid x Reader

#40 from this list 

Prompt: “Am I your husband or your taxi service?" 

Requested by: Anonymous 

You slumped into the car after throwing your shopping bags into the backseat. You had a list of things to do that morning and not at all enough time to get it all done. You pulled your hair up into a ponytail before retrieving your list from your purse.

"All right. Next up is picking up some refreshments and then the cake,” you said as you checkmarked the gift off of the list. 

“Am I your husband or your taxi service?” Spencer asked with a grin as he put the key into the ignition. You chuckled at his comment. 

“Both considering the fact I can no longer drive,“ you replied as you looked down at your growing stomach. You were due any day now and Spencer was ecstatic at the thought of being a father. "And it is your fault." 

"You need two people to make a baby, Y/N,” Spencer replied with a smug smirk. The two of you had immediately tried to conceive after getting married and had succeeded in less than two months. Everyone had joked about the two of you being extremely fertile and going at it like bunnies, which you had to admit wasn’t entirely off.

Spencer drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on your stomach. He smiled as he felt the baby kick, a sense of pride filling him to know that soon a miniature version of himself would soon be out in the world. 

“What are you grinning about?” you asked teasingly as you noticed his happy face. Spencer could barely contain his excitement once your stomach had begun to grow, and the fact you were due less than a week left him unable to sleep from the thought. 

“I’m thinking about how little Spencer will be once he’s in our arms,” he replied with joy. 

“Probably as eccentric as his father,” you laughed as you patted his hand. 

“We should probably discuss names,” Spencer suggested. The two of you had put off the task for as long as possible now. It wasn’t something you meant to do, you just hadn’t gotten around to actually discussing it. 

“I like Charlie,” you said as you thought about the names you would enjoy hearing. 

“Charlie sounds more like a girl’s name. What about Charles?” He suggested instead. 

“You just want Charles because of Darwin,” you replied knowingly.

“You know me too well,” Spencer replied with a sheepish grin at being caught. You rolled your eyes playfully but nodded in agreement to the name.

“Charles Reid. Has a nice ring to it.”


Spencer cringed as you held onto his hand so tightly he was sure you would break it. He looked up at you, a sweaty mess as your hair clung to your forehead. 

“One last big push,” the doctor ordered. You tightened your grip as you pushed once more, releasing a sigh of relief once you heard a cry fill the room. Spencer smiled as he watched the nurses wipe the baby clean before handing it to him.

“It’s a girl,” the nurse said with a smile. Spencer let out a laugh of disbelief as he realized that what they had been told before was wrong. You smiled as Spencer inched closer to you, placing the baby into your tired hands gently. She was still red but he could already tell that she definitely took after her mother. 

He stared at you two knowing that you were the most important girls in his life. 

“Looks like we got a Charlie after all.”

anonymous asked:

So I've been looking into witchcraft recently and feeling a pull, but I'm conflicted about something. I'm inclined to think that magic is real to the extent that the placebo effect is real - expectation/intention/looking inward can alter an individual's thoughts, experiences, or actions, even if only subconciously, or help someone see what is already there. In that sense, magic is "real" and changes the world (as the individual sees it) according to will. (tbc...)

I’m gonna be really honest with you, and I bring this up to every person who expresses a similar concern to yours. I’m a pretty big skeptic about my own craft. I’m very selective in believing what exactly is real–especially when it comes to spirit work.I personally think it’s a mistake to wholeheartedly believe in the power of witchcraft without having some logic. 

Spells fail sometimes. It could have been the mistake of the caster, in which case you’ll probably figure out what went wrong. There could other external influences as well. We don’t really know. If spells worked 100% of the time, everyone would be doing them. I would publish a self-help book on spells and become a billionaire and solve everyone’s problems. But magic doesn’t work like that.

Magic contains its own reasoning, but maybe not in the way you’d expect. For example, tarot cards, as with many other divination techniques, are less of predicting the future and more like seeking advice from a friend. In this case, the said friend is ethereal and can most likely see more than you can. There’s a personality issue to be taken here as well; new tarot cards tend to be sassy, and some talk around the question. If I placed all my faith into tarot card readings, I’d straight-up be using them wrong. That’s what I call “magical reasoning”.

A lot of my spells have worked in ways I never would have imagined they would work. I once made a spell to help social anxiety; right after I made it I had a break down in a social situation. Little did I know that that experience actually helped me feel comfortable for future social situations. I once cast a spell to attract a new lover; I ended up having four guys approach me, one of which I liked but was 100% certain he was friendzoning me. He asked me out four months after I cast that spell. We’re still together.

The big question is: Is this real or just me? I honestly think that everything in the world lies in your perception. Our perception literally creates the world around us. Take that as you will. For me, it means that a protection powder won’t literally prevent robbers from breaking in; but it’ll sure as hell help me sleep at night. Because at least I did something to protect myself. I took the initiative, I aimed to change my life in some way. And that makes me feel better overall.

If you’re still concerned feel free to DM me. I hope this helps in some way. Blessed be (^v^)

Strike- Bellamy Imagine

I was going to use a more….appropriate gif, but I figured it might be a bit of a spoiler for those who haven’t seen season 3. So uh, fun fact, I cried while writing this, and I also cried when watching this scene (didn’t everyone though, I mean come on, this scene was brutal) also, I wrote this in 2nd person, um what? let me know if you prefer this to 1st or 3rd person, your feedback means everything to me! Have a good day/night! Xxxx

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 1034

Warnings: violence, angst, not-very-happy-octavia

SPOILER WARNING: IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN 3x09 ONWARDS THEN DO NOT READ THIS ONE-SHOT, AS IT CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS (I mean major, don’t spoil it for yourself) THIS ONE-SHOT IS SET AT THE START OF 3x10, IN THE CAVE (you guys know which bit I’m talking about) ASIDE FROM THAT, ENJOY! (but I mean, can you really enjoy a scene like this?)


The chains that bound Bellamy’s wrists were tight as he looked up to see that the group had returned. Standing, he watched Harper and Miller walked past him, their eyes boring into him. Their expressions were grim, their heads hung as he looked at them, confused. Behind them came Sinclair and Bryan, both wearing similar looks. Kane followed, staring straight at Bellamy as you walked in beside him, your hand up to your mouth to stifle sobs. With wide eyes, he looked between the two of you, his own eyes tearing up at your slumped frame. Finally, Octavia walked in, her head down as she toyed with her weapon. A small tug of possible realisation coursed through him as he watched his sister shoulder past a still Kane. Turning back to where they had come from, he watched for a moment in pleading hope that someone else would walk around that corner.

“Where’s Lincoln?” He asked, turning to look at Octavia. She looked up, but not at him, staring mindlessly around the cavern, her breaths ragged in numb sadness.

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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF JOE #45 supporter-
Joe gets up at 6 a.m. and fills his coffeepot with water to prepare his morning coffee. The water is clean and good because some tree-hugging liberal fought for minimum water-quality standards. With his first swallow of coffee, he takes his daily medication. His medications are safe to take because some stupid commie liberal fought to insure their safety and that they work as advertised.


All but $10 of his medications are paid for by his employer’s medical plan because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance - now Joe gets it too. He prepares his morning breakfast, bacon and eggs. Joe’s bacon is safe to eat because some girly-man liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry.

In the morning shower, Joe reaches for his shampoo. His bottle is properly labeled with each ingredient and its amount in the total contents because some crybaby liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and how much it contained.

Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some environmentalist wacko liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air. He walks to the subway station for his government-subsidized ride to work. It saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees because some fancy-pants liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor.

Joe begins his work day. He has a good job with excellent pay, medical benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some lazy liberal union members fought and died for these working standards. Joe’s employer pays these standards because Joe’s employer doesn’t want his employees to call the union.

If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed, he’ll get a worker compensation or unemployment check because some stupid liberal didn’t think he should lose his home because of his temporary misfortune.

It’s noontime and Joe needs to make a bank deposit so he can pay some bills. Joe’s deposit is federally insured by the FSLIC because some godless liberal wanted to protect Joe’s money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the Great Depression.
Joe has to pay his Fannie Mae-underwritten mortgage and his below-market federal student loan because some elitist liberal decided that Joe and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his lifetime.

Joe is home from work. He plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive. His car is among the safest in the world because some America-hating liberal fought for car safety standards. He arrives at his boyhood home. His was the third generation to live in the house financed by Farmers’ Home Administration because bankers didn’t want to make rural loans. The house didn’t have electricity until some big-government liberal stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and demanded rural electrification.

He is happy to see his father, who is now retired. His father lives on Social Security and a union pension because some wine-drinking, cheese-eating liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldn’t have to.

Joe gets back in his car for the ride home, and turns on a radio talk show. The radio host keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. He doesn’t mention that the beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day.

Joe agrees: “We don’t need those big-government liberals ruining our lives! After all, I’m a self-made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have.”

Why Genos can never reach Saitama's level

I don’t know what it is about Genos that makes me write sad, sad meta, but the more I think about him, the more tragic I realize his situation is.

This post heavily contains spoilers of the webcomic and also wild speculations which are, by no means, true. But then again, they might be

In the webcomic, there has been some light shed onto how Saitama obtained his power.

Behold, the concept of a ‘limiter.’

…Long story short:

The way I understood this is, everyone has a limiter. Not everyone is born with the same amount of power/talent/potential, so it makes sense to think everyone’s limit is different. Saitama was a normal human being and therefore his limit wasn’t much more than an athlete’s average training session. But that’s not what matters. What matters is that he kept pursuing it, without compromise, without looking for an easy way out. It was next to impossible, and very nearly cost him his life, but he kept at it. And eventually, Saitama broke his limiter and unleashed unimaginable power.

Garou is an example of another character who almost broke his limiter. Unlike Saitama, Garou is a genius in martial arts, so it makes sense to think his limiter was set much higher than Saitama’s, but the basic concept remains the same. Garou, unwittingly, pushed himself to the limit by fighting A class heroes, and gradually became strong enough to face S class heroes. He had a lot of near death experiences along the way, yet he kept at it. It took Saitama several years to reach his limiter, but perhaps by natural genius Garou was able to reach it much more quickly. However, at the final moment when Garou was faced with his limiter, he gave up and instead chose to ‘compromise’ and become a monster.

Saitama himself mentions this as one of the reasons why Garou lost against him. Garou chose a half-assed way out instead of pushing himself against his limits.

I don’t think it’s by chance that ONE drew Genos in this panel.

Genos is a prime example of someone who compromised. He needed power to defeat the mad cyborg, and instead of training himself to reach his goal, he traded his body for immediate power. He chose a half-assed way out. (Of course, it’s very cruel to say this to Genos, because the sacrifice he made was by no means small, but in the world of OPM, it seems that the way to obtain power is to push yourself against physical and mental limits, and Genos chose to forgo the former.)

Now the sad part about Genos’ is that even if he realizes this, there is no way for him to break his limiter because he has already lost his human body.

It’s even sadder if you think that everyone else has the potential to work towards their limiter and become stronger, but all Genos can do is upgrade his parts.

Still, it’s hard to imagine anyone else in OPM breaking their limiter because they either don’t have the drive or the mental willpower. You can see this in two extreme cases:

Mumen rider - Lacks the mental willpower. Even though he’s constantly pushing himself physically, he’s already given up mentally, because he considers himself unworthy of climbing up any further than C class.

Tatsumaki - No drive to push her limits. Also, because she’s already so strong, she can tackle most things without ever needing to push her limits.

I’m curious to see how ONE will continue to draw Genos’ pursuit for power, because it seems that Genos himself has finally realized that he is incredibly weak and will never obtain the power he wants and needs.