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There’s nothing you can do to stop the fact that you’re going to live your dream life.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.

If you’re down in the dumps about still being where you don’t want to be, Remember it’s already done. Take yourself to the wish fulfilled and stay there.

My favourite analogy is The Train Between Two Cities. I saw this a while ago {whether it was pinterest or reddit, i have no clue} and it really opened my eyes. I’ll pick two cities like i did in a post a while ago. Let’s say you’re on a train to Milan from Paris. Once you get on that train you know being in Milan is inevitable, you’re basically already there. No matter what, you can read on the train, talk to other passengers, eat to your heart’s content, no matter what, you’re going to end up in Milan.

You are on the train. No matter what the 3d shows you, it’s inevitable, you will end up in your dream life. This analogy has really helped me to remain in the sabbath state aka the state of the wish fulfilled when it comes to any new desires I may have. They are no longer desires they are just mine, they’re yours.

This analogy can be applied to vacations too, once you get on the plane to Greece, you’re practically already in Greece. You don’t doubt for a second no matter what that the next time you step off the plane you’ll be in Greece, in fact, you’re not even thinking about the how, you just know that the pilot is taking you where you paid to be. You sit there without thinking, your just there, eating, talking to whoever, reading a book, staring at your new aeroplane crush, you don’t care about the how or why you’re just enjoying the ride because you know that trip in Greece is yours.

There’s already apart of your mind soaking up the mediterranean sun, with a colourful drub in your had. That’s why you’re so excited. There is a part of your consciousness already living the life you want, there is a part of you there. Take whatever method you’re using on a pedestal, whether it be inducing the void state, waking up with everything with SATS, or whatever, it’s shouldn’t matter to you so much because you know it’s yours already.

Once you take it off a pedestal it will be 100% easier for you. Especially pure consciousness, it’s just a measly meditation when you aren’t obsessing over it, and you’ll realise that. It’s not the ticket to your dream life when you’re already there. Why would you crave a ticket to a place you’re already at?

The train will stop at Milan NO MATTER WHAT. The plane will land in Greece NO MATTER WHAT. Your desired life is yours NO MATTER WHAT.

It’s inevitable, just place your awareness there.

YOU’RE LIVING THE DREAM ALREADY, RELAX

+ TW; bright colours might trigger light sensitivity!

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Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!baker!reader

Summary: [Robin Hood-inspired!AU] Dream steals from the rich and gives to the poor, but it seems he’s stolen your heart, too.

Warnings: minimal cursing + one scene with slight violence

Word Count: 11.7k

A/N: this idea came to me in a fever dream at two in the morning a few days back, and i just knew i had to write it. can you tell i like fantasy au’s? posted in commemoration of reaching 200 followers so quickly (love you all!) and for dream’s recently uploaded 4v1 finale :) i hope you enjoy!

Like, okay: It’s not that Jason hates being royalty so much that he hates the responsibility than comes with it (there’s no such thing as real fun when you’re in the public eye and he can’t so much eat a bowl of cereal without his dad and step-mom breathing down his neck).

Which is probably why he does what he decides to do when he wakes up in the middle of the night to three men climbing through his window. After being hit on the side of the head with the shaft of a sword, Jason wakes up on the floor of a ship to the sound of a man yelling.

“–told you to kidnap a rich man’s child!” the man is saying. “Not the fucking prince!”

“What’s the difference?” he hears another man ask.

There’s a scuffle and then Jason hears the first man growl “One will get us money. The other will get us beheaded.” There’s a loud thump as the second man hits the floor next to Jason. “Return him to the palace,” the first man commands, “and don’t come back until you have what I asked for.”

Strong hands go to take him, but before they can touch his arms, Jason rolls and stands. His head swims for a moment, but he manages not to fall. “No,” he says. He blinks hard, but he comes to focus on a boy his age with dark hair and absinthe eyes. “No,” he says again.

“No?” the boy repeats. He takes a step forward, boots squeaking on the floorboards. Jason would’ve thought he was an average sailor if it weren’t for the P branded beside his collarbone.

“No,” Jason says. “If money is what you want, then it’s better to keep me here. Our barons don’t have much money and our earls have so many children they would welcome you take them. You’ll gain nothing.”

The boy stares at him. “Why would I trust you?”

“I don’t,” Jason starts, licks his lips, “I don’t want to be an heir.”

One of the men snorts. “I don’t want to be rich,” he mocks in a high-pitched voice, “I don’t want to have power.” He sneers at Jason. “What’s next to come out of your mouth, pretty boy? You want to join us like we’re some secret society?”

Jason feels his face go red, but he meets the other boy’s eyes. His face is unmoving. “We’re the same age, yeah?” Jason asks. He tells the boy of his duties, of what his duties will soon be, of the anger of the common people and how their anger will soon be turned on him when he takes the throne, of the restrictions and the manners and the facade he’s meant to maintain. He’s twenty years old. He wants adventure. He wants women. He wants the vast mystery of the sea. Doesn’t the boy understand that? Can he join them? Can he speak to his captain? He’ll get his father to deliver the ransom. He only wants to be free, finally free. Can’t the boy understand that?

The men in the room began to laugh half-way through his speech and Jason feels ashamed. He knows being a pirate isn’t a life of just adventure, but of thievery and blood and constantly escaping the hands of the law. But he doesn’t want to be the law anymore. He’s felt its clutches for far too long.

“You can get your father to deliver the ransom,” the boy says and the men stop laughing.

“I can,” Jason says, “I’m his only child. My sister disappeared when I was young.”

The boy continues to stare. It makes Jason highly unnerved, as if he’s being watched by a snake. Finally, the boy raises his hand to the three men. “Get him a hammock,” he says. “The prince will sleep in my cabin.”

“But,” one of the men, the one the boy threw down to the floor, “what about–”

The boy silences him with a look and the men disappear from the room.

Silence sits over the two of them. Jason clears his throat. “My name is Jason,” he says.

“I know who you are,” the boy says. Finally, he removes his eyes from Jason’s face and goes to sit behind a desk littered with maps.

Jason clears his throat again. “And… you are?”

“Your captain,” the boy says, glancing up at him. “Perseus Jackson.”

Summary: (requested) While wreaking havoc around the nation, it became a little lonely with just you and Loki, so you bring some friends along for the ride

Pairing: Loki x Black!Witch!Reader

WC: 4K

Warnings: small descriptions of a seance, mentions of dark magic, raising the dead, turning good people into bad people

A/N: So glad people liked Villian!Reader so much! It was requested a few times to make a part two so here it is! Please reblog and comment!! PLEASE READ A/N AT THE END!!!

“All I’m saying is that I think it will be more fun if there were more of us!” you try to plead your case as you and Loki enter your bunker.

“Sweetheart, more people will just result in us getting caught. We already have the UN on our asses. Let’s lay low for a bit and enjoy some time off,”

He pulls you close and bites his lip as he stares down at you. 

You and Loki couldn’t be happier. You two had no one to stop you as you lived your villainous lives. The world was still mourning the Avengers, months after their tragic death, as you two caused catastrophe around the world. In North Korea, Loki created a black hole and had people sucked into it, experiencing their worst nightmares. In Russia, you created a monster tornado, taunting the place and crushing everything that stood in its way. In California you two lit the place up in flames, almost putting the whole entire state in ashes.

You two documented your crimes and just like always, watched the news of the aftermath as if it were your favorite movie. Now you wanted more people with you because it gets lonely with it just being you and Loki in this bunker, you wanted company.

“Lokiiiii,” you whined, “I can just summon someone, they’ll be under my control, there won’t be any risks!,” you try to reason with him but he was still skeptical.

“While I understand your love and drive to keep practicing your necromancy, I still say not yet. Come on, we’re the most talked about thing right now! They’re calling us Armageddon personified! Let us celebrate this moment,” 

“Pleeeaaaaase,” you bat your lashes and pout, twisting your body back and forth as you waited for him to reply.

“Just one other person, Y/N. I’m not kidding,” he points his finger, finally giving in and you start jumping up and down in excitement.

“Yes! Yes Yes!,” you squeal as you run in a small circle and wave your hands.

“Okay okay okaaay!,” Loki stops you, “Now that I’ve granted you your wish, can we have our celebratory sex now?,”

You stand on your tip toes and kiss his chin, “Yes, my King,”

——-

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater. 

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Fics marked with * are ones that are either fan favorites or ones I am really proud of

Newt Scamander

Scars

Occamy Incident

Work Partners

You’re a Cinnamon Roll!

Sickness Sucks *

Queenie’s Matchmaking 101

Don’t Tell Me How To Raise My Children

Jealous

Your Scars

Drunk

Protective

She’s a No-Maj?

Newt Scamander’s Day Off

Escaped Niffler

Back Home

I Love You, and Only You *

Tell Me Everything

You Seem Familiar

An Arranged Marriage

Don’t Worry Darling *

Don’t I Know You?

Pet Store AU

Animagi

Fear of the Thunderbird

Dating Newt Scamander Would Include…

Perfect

Writer

Teaching Newt How To Cook Would Include…

I Think I’m In Love With My Tutor *****

Newt Dating a Photographer Would Include…

Newt Being the Little Spoon Would Include…*

Of Course I Believe in Magic

How Many Freckles Do You Have?

Dating Modern!Newt Scamander Would Include…

Rainy Days

Draco Malfoy

You’re the Best Thing That’s Ever Happened to Me

Leave Her Alone *

Leave Her Alone Pt. 2

What Would They Say?

Bad Day

I Don’t Want to Be the Reason You Get Hurt *

Injured Rabbit

Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include… *

Can I Take Your Picture?

A Taste Of Your Own Medicine

A Taste Of Your Own Medicine Pt. 2

Draco Malfoy Loving Musicals Would Include…

Yule Ball

Cuddling With Draco Malfoy Would Include…

Drabbles

Newt

“Honey, do you know where my–what the hell happened to you?”

“Did they hurt you?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” & “How long have you been standing there?”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me too.”

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to God!  You’re on the couch for a month!” & “Quit it or I’ll bite you.”

Draco

“Do that one more time and see what happens.”

“Please enlighten me with why you have detention this week, love.”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Did they hurt you?”

Prompt: Jason truly thought that you were going to be easy to forget, oh boy, you did really get under his bones a lot of times. 

A/N : JASON  POV   So… I didn’t know how to make part 2 since… It didn’t actually happened, so I add some other memories and the end that I wished to happen.  Also, grammar… yup. I’m not okay, so sorry if I don’t post anything in like, days.

First Part Here

Pairing : Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Angst 

Amber poison in a crystal glass. Loud music in the surroundings mixed with different voices, singing, talking, laughing. The whole aura tells you, begs you to forget the life outside the doors, but then, songs bring back memories, deep feelings come to surface, maybe smells, smiles… or someone in specific. 

Oh those memories, the ones I beg to forget, to bury inside my brain, the ones I hope can go to never return, the ones I had tried to dismiss like if they were not important, but those are the same that came back with a song, with a movie, a dance, a talk, even with the night or rain, they always make their way back. 

My hand it’s holding the glass, the same that I had for 15 minutes now, it was untouched by my lips, I knew the taste and how warm it feels when it goes down my throat… but that’s not the warm I want to feel in my lips, that’s not how I want to feel tipsy. My eyes stares at the alcohol inside like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world, as time passes it doesn’t look so appealing, it feels just like an easy way to hide the pain. 

And then the claps, the yelling and the enthusiasm of people arrived at my ears, I thought they finally end with the old classic rock songs that once I sang with…her, those songs that once I loved and make me feel somehow powerful and energetic… now they don’t have the same effect on me. I drank the shot, warm and awful and then I stared and the empty glass again, like if that crap could have the answers I wanted. 

The band behind played another song, with all the noises in the bar I couldn’t care less but then my mind focused on the sound, the melody. My eyes grew wide, I knew every verse, every break and chord. It was like going down on a memorie lane, starting with the first time I heard it to the last I did, because she sang it in a karaoke, in this same bar, the night we met… she looked so happy back then, and even when I didn’t knew the song, I thought that it was made for her, her voice caressed the melody and she gave a feeling that stayed with me, the way her eyes expressed the feelings, and her smile when she finished, she was beautiful beyond words. 

And then, the last time I heard it, I was a big fool back then, nor even a fool, an idiot… we were in the car, going back to our apartment back then. No words were spoken, she was looking at the window not looking at me, back then I didn’t cared, the rain started in the middle of the road, and the radio was gone. ‘I can’t be in a car without music’ she used to said, this time she didn’t sang those words, she only connect her phone, and she selected songs. I don’t even remember why I was so angry, maybe because I didn’t want to be with her, what an idiot. This song came and she sang, in all the 40 minutes inside the car, she finally spoke, well sang, she didn’t sang like that day, she didn’t even looked like that, but I didn’t realized. She wasn’t smiling, not her eyes were shining, she didn’t look happy, she looked like sad, but her voice… it still had a lot of emotions and suddenly I mute the song. 

“What the fuck Jason?!” she said, now looking at me with anger in her eyes. 

And that was it, I yelled at her like if every single mistake in my life was because of her. I screamed I punched the steering wheel, I used so many words that can bring everyone down, I even stopped abruptly the car to look at her. She looked angry, scared even, and even though the tears were forming in her eyes, I made fun of her. She didn’t spill the tears, but she looked hurt, really hurt. I remember that I wanted to apologize but the other part of my brain wanted to hurt her, maybe that way she could just go away, so I could be with… Tania.  She didn’t spoke. She return her gaze to the window and said ‘I won’t bother you again, sorry. ’

Prompt: Jason promised you what other people didn’t gave you, love and affections, but now, his proving that everyone can let you down. 

A/N : Hello world, sorry I went away for like a year or something like that, university and personal issues are really draining me… so i’m really sorry for not posting in all this time, I still love the fact that people keeps reading my stories, so … here’s one, and again, sorry. Love you all.  Also, grammar… yup. I’m not okay, so sorry if I don’t post anything in like, days. 

Pairing : Jason Todd x Reader 

Warnings:  ANGST,, idk anymore  SECOND PART  Song: Tears in your eyes

How long have you been sitting here?, watching and listening to  the rain ?… When did the light began to fade? When did all Gotham city light up? When did you stopped crying?  The only thing you know it’s that your surroundings are lifeless, the music seems to be on mute or so far away from you. You throat aches, it feels like you swallowed fire, or even better, that you swallowed every lie he told you.  

Your sleeves are soaked in tears, your hair is a mess, your eyes are puffy, and still you are still looking at the foggy window full of paths of raindrops.  

No matter where you look at, what you think of, you still looking at his face, those blue eyes, that smile, and the warm of his hands. A shaky breath leaves your mouth as you close your eyes to forget him, thing that hasn’t happened in all day, and it will not happen soon since your hands are still holding bunches of photographs you thought were important, but now they feel like poison in your hands. Your fingers draws the outline of Jason and your mind starts a war. Should I break them or keep them? you ask to yourself hundred of times. 

You are angry, pissed not at him but to yourself, you told yourself millions of times after your last relationship to not trust that easily in people and still, his damn charm changed everything, the way he held you, the way he smiled or looked at you, you really thought you were important to him. The way he kissed you, or even when his eyes sparkled when he looked at you, everything was a big fucking lie, and you knew it since the beginning and still, you stood there, pretending that this time everything was going to be different… and it was, you truly loved him and he destroyed you like no one else did. 

You closed your eyes, you looked away from Jason’s photograph. You feel so numb, so lost, he told you everything was going to be okay, he was going to be the one to bring a smile to your lips everyday, but he lied even in those moments, you wondered, what was true? 

You were so wasted and tired, your mind asks a sudden question, when did I fall asleep? 

FIVE MONTHS AGO

“I don’t know Y/N, maybe he has a good reason” Roy told you with a shrug.

“I bet that that reason has a name” you told Roy with anger in your voice, something common on you actually, you didn’t like people realizing you weakness so instead, you acted pissed.

“Y/N” he said with a sigh “He loves you, I have seen that, millions of times, and hey, trust me, I know him pretty well, there’s no one else” he told you as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“So, if he loves me why he hasn’t been at home with me in over four months? why we stopped talking about everything and nothing?, why- why is he colder with every passing day?” You told Roy as your eyes focused in other thing but his face.