your ignorance is their power

🔮Psychic Skills🔮

Originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty

We’re all born with extrasensory perception (ESP). We all have gut feelings, the only problem is that we don’t listen to our intuition. Your sixth sense should never be ignored.

The first step in finding your ESP is acknowledge you have the power to get all the information that was hidden from you.  Do a daily mantra or affirmation saying something like “ My mind is wide open and ready to receive information”.

Then begin researching as much as you can about a given psychic ability, especially one you have an affinity for. Learn your strengths and that most people are extrasensory in only one or two ways.

🔮Training🔮 

Close your eyes, clear your mind and let your senses guide you. Try to “feel” what’s in front of you even if you’re not physically touching it. 

Learn to focus on the senses even when you’re surrounded by distractions. When you’re in a crowded place try to quiet your mind and isolate each sense. That helps you keep your senses tightened at any time. 

After some time of doing this try to make simple predictions, like what are your friends going to tell you, or when you wake up predict if it’s sunny or not.

Clear your mind. Start with something like “Should I take this street today?”. An answer will pop into your mind. (That’s your gut feeling)  Don’t analyze it or think about it, just go with it and do it. Don’t be disappointed if you encounter problems in the street your intuition told you to go. Remember that we can never see what didn’t happen because of the choice we made. Everything happens for a reason. 

🔮Tips🔮

Trust your intuition! Never say that it’s always wrong, as this types of comments don’t let it improve. 

Stop the what-ifs! 

Don’t try to find logic in your intuition. If you do so, it won’t work.

Meditate! 

🔮Visualization exercise🔮

Clear your mind and make a list of questions you need answers to.  Close your eyes and imagine a traffic light–Red at the top (no), yellow in the middle (maybe) and green at the bottom(yes) – Start warming up by asking questions that you already know the answer to. Do this until you feel confortable asking other types of questions. The color that first pops into your mind is the answer. 

🔮Some types of psychic skills🔮

Heightened Intuition: A more developed intuition.

Clairvoyance: The ability to see visions, receive images often trough the third eye.

Clairaudience: The ability to hear messages from higher guidance.

Clairsentience: The ability to pick up energies and emotions from other people; Empathy. 

Psychometry: The ability to receive information from objects.

Telepathy: “Mind reading”. Mind to mind communication.

Precognition: Direct knowledge or perception of the future.

Mediumship: The ability to communicate with spirits. 

@coldharmonies (AN ANGEL) prompted: even twists his ankle! 

“stop wiggling.”

“i’m not!”

“you are,” and he says it with a heft of a huff.  “stop wiggling!”

even’s shoulders droop his body down, head drip-dropping back onto the nest of pillows isak has propped up behind him.

“isak.”

“it looks like it’s already bruising.”

he says again, carefully, with the corner of his lips twitching in the smile, “isak-”

“are we sure it’s not..? it looks bad,” and when he glances up, his eyebrows are worried furrows, cheeks a chalky pale. he sounds exasperated, but looks oh so concerned, and his fingertips are so gentle where they smooth the cloth-wrapped bag of frozen peas to even’s twisted ankle.

even just rolls his eyes. drama. “i’m fine. baby, i’m not gonna break.”

“you’re never dancing again.”

he flops a hand up, stabs the air in mock protest. “nei! i’ll never stop danc-”

“and especially not in socks on the wooden floors - what were you thinking?”

there’s a moment.

and then, he can’t help it. the laugh springs open in his lungs, bubbles up right out of him. and when it hits the air, fills the air, isak, oh, isak tries to narrow his eyes sharp and baleful at him, he really tries to, but. well.

they’re sitting lopsided on the bed holding frozen vegetables to even’s foot because he slipped and fell in his socks while dancing, and suddenly, that’s the funniest thing that’s happened all week and isak can hardly breathe through the hiccups of laughter his body is shivering loose from him.

shaking his head, he crawls up the bed. settles in even’s lap with one knee on either side of his hips snug.

“you’re so stupid,” but he’s grinning.

even slips his hands under the hem of his t-shirt to hold his waist gently, and he kisses the words to his lips: “i’m your stupid, though.”

and isak- he hugs him in, and he kisses him back, and he promises, “you are.”

If you have to use a kiddie pool for your ritual, do it. If you have to use dollar store candles, then do that too.

We have this image of ancient witches using incredibly expensive things because those things are expensive *now*. Now, we have hand blown glass witch balls – they used to be discards from the fishing industry.

Now, people spend thousands on cauldrons. When they were just a big iron pot into which you put stuff because big iron pots were readily available.

Utilitarian = witchy.

Do what works for you and ignore the naysayers. As long as your will and your power flow, then it’s working, no matter whether you spent nothing or thousands on the tools.

This is for the girls who have been told they are weak. For the girls who are kind but are thanked with rage and hostility. Do not let others with hearts made of stone and minds locked behind metal bars make you feel anything less than whole. Remember that not everybody is born with a pleasant demeanor and with elegance burgeoning in their spirit. Many do not possess the ability to remain kind in situations that treat them otherwise. They use their hands to hurt rather than assist. You must remember that some people lack compassion, along with the intelligence to know that to remain soft in a world so rough is an act of true courage. You are a red rose with a stem in sparkling water, remember that you have thorns to prick those who only wish to touch your surface. You are golden light. Yes, you are brilliant but do not forget that you can blind those ignorant to the power of your rays. You are the gossamer of a black widow, fragile but deadly to those who run into you hoping that their force will tear you apart. To the girls who are pushed around because they are generous, to those treated like a doormat because they are welcoming. Remember, despite of all the bitterness you will encounter that roses have thorns. The sun has the potential to be blinding. That spider webs can deceive and kill. Remember that you are not only graceful. You are tender. You are warm. You are strong, you are durable. And yes, you have the power to be lethal.
—  K.S

It’s so easy to fall down the rabbit hole when exercising the depths of your mind and that’s why I think people distract themselves constantly from the thoughts that sit unanswered, tugging at the sleeve of your conscious as if to say “you still haven’t gotten to the bottom of this yet”

It’s easier to go about life ignorant to the power that your mind possesses than to lock yourself into an inner conflict that is only resolved by being brutally honest with yourself

We’re given an invaluable amount of potential when it comes to learning and evolving but people are more focused on planning for a socially acceptable life than to live and learn in the present

Imagine living purely for the insatiable need to experience and grow individually?

  • Hajime: Hey, Tanaka, why do you wear that coat and scarf all the time? We're on a tropical island!
  • Gundam: Hmph…such foolish questions reveal your ignorance. My immense powers come with a price—I am cursed to be plagued by malignant spirits of winter for as long as I stay in this mortal form. Even while your kind basks in the sun's rays, I am beleaguered by freezing winds…if I did not take necessary steps, they would sap my life essence this very instant!
  • Hajime: So…you're feeling cold.
  • Gundam: N-No! I would never be subject to a petty human's senses of heat and cold! I do not dress warmly by choice!
  • Hajime: But why would winter spirits drain the life essence of someone like the Supreme Overlord of Ice? Shouldn't you be the one controlling them? In fact, you should like feeling cold!
  • Gundam: B-Be quiet! It is impossible for a petty mortal to comprehend such matters! Doing so shall send you to the deepest pits of hell!
  • Hajime: *sigh* Forget I asked.

(Gif not mine)
Imagine Bucky is accidentally triggered by the team, when he witnesses old footage from WWII and he becomes The Winter Soldier. He tears through the base and injures agents in the process. The Avengers tell you to ‘stay back’, 'stay away’, 'it isn’t Bucky’. But you ignore them, approach The Winter Soldier and with your still developing powers, reach into his mind to bring him back. Then just imagine his reaction when he comes to and you’re in his arms, with chaos surrounding him.

Imagine Being Lucifer’s Daughter and Helping Team Free Will

Originally posted by wheres-my-pie-sammy

“You might not want to test me, sweetheart,” your dad said as you stood before the archangel, protecting Sam, Dean, and Cas like you had sworn to.

“That’s exactly what I told all of my high school teachers, actually,” you noted, still clutching the angel blade tight in your hand; your dad was known for his unpredictability. “They all ignored me. I’m more powerful than all of them combined, so I guess that qualifies me to live by the same idea.”

“You’re my daughter, you know you’re smarter than this,” Lucifer said as the brothers gawked at you. “You know, I don’t care that your my kid. I’ll still grind you into dust for getting in my way.”

“Honestly, Dad,” you said, archangel wings spread broadly behind you and eyes gleaming a bright white, “I would love to see you try.”

(For Anon)

“There are many futures, sister. Some are shrouded in mist and others are clear as cut glass. But your gift is powerful and this vision cannot be ignored. You cannot allow this serving girl to take your rightful place upon the throne.”- Morgause 

Declaration of Happiness

Dear Lord, I declare victory over grief in my life. I accept things the way they are and trust in your holy name. I repent for ignoring your assurance of better days to come to you are a powerful God who plans for millions of years to come. I refuse to stick to sadness and choose your happiness. I thank you for the fact that I am alive today, a true testimony that I am favored in your presence. I repent for ignoring all your favors and choosing sadness instead. I declare victory over sadness in my life. I am free from the past and I look forward to a new beginning full of happiness under your presence.

9 Reminders For This Summer

1. Get up earlier. Remember that time you got up at 5 AM to go birdwatching by the creek? Remember how tranquil and full of possibility everything was, before the cars started blaring and the streets got crowded? Recapture that feeling. 

2. Lose yourself in a book. You used to read multiple novels in a sitting. What happened to the magic of immersing yourself for hours within the pages of a book? What happened to reading for fun, without highlighting vocab or underlining key terms? Find a book. Hide. Bring a drink. 

3. Listen to your friends when they have something to say. Really listen. Ignore your phone, focus on what they’re saying. Don’t waste brain power trying to think of the perfect response while they’re talking. 

4. Look people in the eye when you’re talking. Did you know your best friend has the most beautiful dark brown eyes, like the color of your morning coffee? People respond to eye contact. You’ll notice so many things you didn’t notice before. 

5. Reconnect with nature. Forget your just manicured nails. Go help your mother plant the lettuce in the garden. You used to know all the names of the butterflies - what happened? Take a walk in the woods, listen to the birds, smell the flowers. Feel at peace. 

6.  Learn how to cook so you’re not screwed over when you have to feed yourself on your own (believe it or not, that day is fast approaching). Buy a cook book. Take a trip to the grocery store. Try not to set the kitchen on fire.

7.  Think about the future. More than just what order to put your ECs on the Common App. More than how you’re going to run Science Team in September with two other clubs and applications. Think about your dreams and hopes and what makes you tick and where you want to be in 10, 20, 30 years.

8. Embrace your imperfections. Yes, your eyelids are a little uneven. You worry too much about things that don’t matter and people who don’t care. So what? Focus on how people flock to you for English help and how you try your best in all your endeavors. Focus on how your smile brightens your whole face, not if your features are perfectly symmetrical.

9. Be kind. Be kind, be kind, be kind. To yourself, to your friends, to your younger brother, to that rabbit that keeps eating your mother’s lettuce. Every life has a meaning. 

Summer is coming. I wanted a little list of reminders to myself about what matters - maybe you’ll find something you connect to. 

~ Ellie

hey inkskinned, i know this is a little weird but i wanted to give you a shoutout because two nights ago i was getting a ride home from a boy in my class and when i thanked him he jokingly said “you can just give me a blowjob per ride” and I was so shocked i didn’t really get to say anything, just kind of laughed nervously and got the hell out of there but i remembered all of the poems you wrote and emma watson’s UN speech and i was like “you know what i’m not taking this shit” so this morning I went on your feminism tag and got all powered up and ignored him the entire day at school, and when a classmate asked why i was so mad at him i said “one day you’re gonna wake up and you’re gonna have a daughter and you’re gonna realize that you live in a world where jokes like that are still being cracked and that’s not okay” and those are actually modified words from one of your poems and i guess i just wanted to say thank you for giving me the words to speak when I had none - i felt like a kickass princess riding her fiery dragon going to save myself just like the ones you always write about and i’m so proud i might cry because i’ve always felt like girls are supposed to forget about things like this but i’m never going to let anyone push me down ever again and i just wanted to say thank you

Falling, Falling

Summary: It’s almost time for exams and you keep pulling all-nighters to study.
Type: Fluff, School!AU
Length: 1540 Words
Members: Jungkook x Reader

I had fun writing this hahahah, good luck on all of your studies! But remember this essential equation:

HEALTH >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> EVERYTHING ELSE

:’)

- Admin Au(drey)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

And all you remember, as you stumble into the kitchen with unwelcome cloud-cover in your eyes, is the feeling of falling deeper into the paper you had arched over during the night - it seemed to grow larger and larger as time passed, the creme light turning snow-white paper into a buttery hue, the ballpoint’s ink becoming fragments of the night (but where were the stars? you heard their voices singing music-box lullabies in your ears but you ignored them for the power of knowledge). It was a horrible experience, to finally, truly understand what it was like to slip into a void and you destroy all of the wishes you sent to the shooting stars that criss-crossed the sky about wanting to sink through a charcoal blackness - even drowning in the fibers of leaves and bark woven into what you write on today was bad enough.

Toast is already set out on the counter for the whole family. Your eyes graze over the too-bright neon numbers signifying the time - 6:59 - and you realize that you’re late. Quickly, you swipe the two slices of (cold) bread off the plate and inhale them as you dash back to your room to change into the school uniform, shoving papers and notebooks and binders and pencil-case into your backpack as you curse yourself for not having noticed the seconds ticking by. All night long, the waning moon accompanied you in your journey back into notes from weeks, months ago as you studied for your upcoming finals. It involved the constant flipping of pages back and forth, back and forth, scribbling in the margins and wherever there was room, shuffling through papers to confirm the exact words of a fact you weren’t sure would be a tested question. But you had to memorize every sentence, understand each concept, aim for the highest scores.

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Drip, Drop. (Jungkook Angst)

*I have a fascination with water*

-Requests Closed-

Word Count: 834 words (Mind you, this is a drabble)


Drop.

You had not noticed the rain starting until a drop fell on your head. You moved quickly, hoping to avoid the downpour that was becoming.

You managed to get inside, unlocking the door only to see him sitting on the floor with his head against the wall.

The bottle of wine next to him notifying you that the words he would say are merely drunk thoughts. You hoped to ignore him but he stumbled up, grabbing your wrist.

He was clearly over powering you and forcing you to stay. The level of discomfort only increased as he just stared at you drunkenly. You could not stand the smell of wine that permeated from his body.

“Why can’t you look at me?”

“We aren’t-” His voice was supposed to sound clear but the slight slurring meant he was mostly sober.

“How are we going to fix this if we don’t talk anymore?”

“It won’t be like this if you hadn’t done what you’ve done.”

“Let it go, I told you I am sorry.”

“Are you being serious? I can’t believe you.”

“I’m sick of you acting like you haven’t made a mistake.”

“You know what, I did make a mistake. It was choosing you.”

“Y/N.”

“How could you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry.” He reached for you, only for you to reject his hands and push him away. You got a suitcase, trying to pack and he followed you only to take the stuff you were packing out of your suitcase.

“Jungkook, please.”

“Don’t leave me..”

Drip.

You were inconsolable at this point, just wanting to be alone with your silent sobs but he would not leave you. He sat right next to you, not touching you but trying to show you that he can be there.

Why is he here now?

Why was he here when you needed him the most?

He had you, every part of you and yet it was not enough. He wanted more than you could give, turning to any corner that could give him what you could not. Nevertheless, why was he here?

Did he know that he brought you to this point?

Could he feel how broken you felt? Could he tell?

“Y/N..”

“Don’t.”

“We can’t just end like this.”

“You brought us to the end, Jungkook. You embraced it for the both of us.”

“Everyone makes mistakes, Y/N.”

“But you didn’t just make a mistake, you made a choice.”

Drop.

Now, it is silence and no one dared to move. He sat across from you on the floor. Your suitcase was near the door, a few steps away but you knew he would not let you leave. He would not go do with a fight.

“I’m leaving.”

“Please..”

“I’m sick of living like this.”

“We can fix this, Y/N. You and me.”

“Did you think about me?”

“What do you mean?”

“When you decided to get it from someone else, did you think about me? At some point, did I ever cross your mind?”

“N-No.”

“Then, why are you thinking about me now?”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“You selfish bastard.”

“You’re right; I am a selfish bastard that can’t afford to lose you.”

Drip.

“Jungkook, go away.”

“Y/N-“

“Leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

You kept walking, him following you without an umbrella. It bothered you how you thought about he needed to go back inside before he got sick. He is not your problem anymore.

Drop.

The faucet was broken, leaking after you use it. You get up, ending this meticulous dripping and return to your bed. You could hear the vibration of your phone, knowing exactly how it was. It has only been two weeks since you left him, forcing yourself to learn how to be without him.

Being alone was hard; you began to realize how your life revolved around him. No longer having to stay awake to make sure he came home fine, not worrying about whether he has eaten, not needed to share anything with another person.

You were happy, right?

Happy.

Drip.

Happy.

Drip.

Happy.

So very happy.

Drip.

This water was cold, it chilled you to the bone but you have to endure it.

Endure it.

Do not be afraid.

Be afraid.

It is okay.

It will be over soon.

Then, you can be happy.

Happiness is what you want.

Just a little longer.

Longer.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Even when you were close to happiness, he still came to ruin any shred of that. How could he be so cruel?

“Y/N!”

Leave me.

“Y/N, look at me-“

You could not. It hurts too much to do so.

“You…sleep…Stay.”

Where are you going? You were not going anywhere.

Drip.

Your eyelids began to feel heavy, consciousness slowly washing away into the water that held your body. The feeling in your body disappeared first, and then your vision became clouded. Unable to see, you just closed your eyes and embraced the darkness.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.


~Admin Blake