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apparently seals are learning telekinesis and the reason behind this is still unknown
If you had the choice to gain superpowers, but the only options were telekinesis or precognition, which would you choose?
Telekinesis, but you can only move one thing at a time up to 5kg in mass
Precognition, but you can't control WHEN in the future you see, or what you see
I wouldn't want superpowers if these were the only options
Telekinesis: the ability to move objects with your mind/without touching them.
Precognition: the ability to see the future.
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My theory on french knots, and why almost every embroiderer I know has trouble with them for ages, until one day they just click and are suddenly easy:
French knots aren't actually difficult. They just require either a third hand or a little bit of telekinesis. What's difficult is figuring out how to compensate for not having three hands/telekinesis. Once you have that down, the knots themselves are a breeze.
And those rare people who never had trouble doing a french knot? They do have telekinesis. They just either don't know it themselves or they don't want to tell other people.
Cloudyseidon ep. 5
Ody being a meanie.
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Telekinesis
So I started listening to a telekinesis subliminal two day ago and day one i started practicing with a foil paper and I was doing it with air force and yesterday i could do it with no air! That alot of progress and I am so amazed and today I am practicing with direction (left and right) i swear it's so cool! Tiktok videos is what motivated me to practice and it works wonders!😭🩷
Here's the subliminal i listened to:
Xoxo, Eli
WHAT YOU MADE ME
✷ ── You were made to be a weapon. From the moment you were separated from your mother’s arms, you were subjected to experiments and exploited by the very man who falsely claimed to be your papa. Even with papa dead, you can’t help but realize that maybe he was right all along. Maybe you were just a weapon. But Steve Harrington didn’t believe that.
characters — steve harrington x fem! reader
warnings — blood, mention of trauma, reader is number 6 and has powers, hopper is a good dad, fear of abandonment, it’s stranger things cmon, doesn’t really follow the timeline of season 5 but it is based on it
Red, thick blood trickled down your nose and mouth. The familiar liquid you had grown accustomed to over the years. Your right hand was extended in front of you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lower it. Your eyes were empty and void of any emotion as you stared at the bodies that were scattered about the room, all motionless and still. Their necks and limbs were twisted and bent in ways that was beyond normal. Beyond anything that a normal person could do to someone else.
They were bad, you told yourself. They wanted to hurt you. They wanted to hurt El and Hopper. It had to be done. There was no other way.
Your arm finally lowered slowly back down to your side. You swallowed hard, tasting the metallic blood that had accumulated in your mouth. Your breathing had slowed to its normal pace as you stood there, staring at what you had done. It wasn’t your actions that had caused you to be upset. It was the fact that you felt nothing while you did it. Nothing but pure anger as you flung them one by one into the walls. It was automatic, like something that had been programmed into you. You were made to do this. And that’s what got you.
Countless nights had been spent staring at the cobwebbed ceilings of Hopper’s cabin. Each night, sleep eluded you, replaced by a whirlwind of thoughts that consumed your mind. Papa was miles away, physically unreachable, yet his presence lingered in your thoughts like an inescapable bad dream. You could recall all the time you spent in the rainbow room, your hair neatly buzzed down to your scalp. You would carefully move the blocks with your hands, only to grow frustrated when they wouldn’t move in the way you had intended.
“Patience, 6.” Papa’s words were smooth, false empathy emanating from every syllable. “It simply takes practice. Have you ever heard of the metaphor practice makes perfect?”
You shook your bald head, staring up at Papa as he knelt down to pick up the blocks from where they had fallen.
“You cannot expect perfection when you have no experience. The more you practice, the more experience you gain. Do you understand?” He placed the blocks in a pattern on the table, turning around to stare at you with his hands on his bent knees. You nodded. He patted your back.
“You will accomplish great things, six.”
As you stared down at all of the poor people in front of you, you realized that he was wrong. If this was the great things he spoke of, you never wanted to do it ever again. But a part of you knew that you had to. You were made for this. Papa had specifically chosen you for things of this nature. He had chosen you to be his weapon. And you forever would be one.
The car ride to the Squawk was filled with silence. The radio had been turned off long ago, leaving the three of you to sit in silence. You could feel the blood drying on your face, causing discomfort due to its tightness. You hadn’t even bothered to wipe it off. More would come soon enough anyways. El sat in the back of the truck, her head leaning against the window as she watched the trees pass. Both of Hoppers hands were gripped so hard on the steering wheel you could see his knuckles turning white. You tore at the skin around your nails, flinching when you dug too deep. The tension in the car was so thick it almost choked you.
“Kid,” Hoppers voice was low, full of something you guessed was worry. “Keep doing that and you won’t have skin at all.” At his words, your hands instinctively separated and rested in your thighs. You mumbled a quiet sorry.
“You okay?” He tore his eyes away from the road to glance at where you sat in the passenger seat. Hopper had always been good at reading you. He had joked years ago saying that it was his super power, just as yours was telekinesis.
“Yes.” He gave you a look.
“Look at me.” Your head slowly turned to meet his gaze, your face still blank.
“Don’t give me that. I’ve heard that crap a thousand times. You don’t have to pretend with me. Tell me what’s wrong.” His brows furrowed as you remained silent. You sat there for a while, simply staring blankly back at the road ahead.
“I killed them.” Your voice was shaky and uncertain as you blinked rapidly. Hop nodded.
“I killed them like they were nothing. Like they probably don’t have families to go home to.” Hop listened intently as he always did.
“You did,” His voice had no judgment in it, only understanding. “But they tried to kill you first. You were defending me. You were defending El. And that’s the only thing that matters.” When you didn’t answer, he kept going.
“Let me ask you something.” You turned to him once more, only to find that he was already gazing at you.
“Do you think i’m bad because i’ve killed bad people?” You shook your head, and he smiled.
“Exactly.”
When Hopper parked the car in the Squawks driveway, you quietly hopped out and opened the door for El. She gave you a soft knowing smile, a smile that said I understand. The blood on her face mirrored yours, showing you that you were in fact not alone. As you walked into the air conditioned building, you could hear the party down in the basement. You could hear them talking about the next crawl, about Murray’s next delivery, and how quickly they could defeat Vecna. You could hear Steve as him and Dustin began to bicker over tiny things. It made you stop at the top of the stairs.
You hesitated to go down. Fear filled your body at the thought of them taking your bloody face in. They had seen it before, sure, plenty of times. Yet this time was different. This time, it wasn’t just your blood on your body. It was the blood of other humans. Other humans whose lives you had taken with your own hands. The hands that Steve had taken into his so tenderly and lovingly. You gulped. Hopper watched from behind with El as you contemplated going downstairs. He sighed. He knew it had taken a toll on you mentally and physically. He himself had felt that toll weigh down on his shoulders before, and the worst part was that he had no idea how to help shoulder the burden. Hopper brushed past you, opening the door and gesturing for you to walk down. You stared up at him, nothing but fear in your eyes as you basically pleaded for him to not make you go down. It nearly killed him. With a hand on your shoulder, you went down.
The creaking of the stairs under your weight alerted the party. They all halted their conversation, their heads swiftly turning to identify who was descending to them. When your upper half came into view, they all sighed in relief, saying your name with such care that it almost panicked you. When they saw how much blood was on your body, the questions all came flooding in.
“Sweetie!” Joyce rushed over, taking your face into her warm hands as she looked you over. Hopper and El followed behind you, going to collapse down onto the red couch in the corner. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”
Your hand reached up to grab one of hers, nodding. “I’m okay.” She didn’t look convinced.
“Stay here, i’ll go get some paper towels to clean you off.” Joyce rushed back up the stairs, leaving you standing there alone. When you looked up, you were met with the gaze of the one and only Steve Harrington. He stood against one of the pillars, his arms crossed as he stared at you with worry.
You had met Steve Harrington when Dustin came pounding on the door to Hopper’s cabin, practically begging you to help find the baby demo-dog he had named Dart. You almost declined, but seeing the pure desperation in his eyes made you reconsider. Hopper would be furious that you were leaving with a 13-year-old and the King of Hawkins, but you figured he would get over it.
From then on, you found a good friend in Steve Harrington. Despite his reputation as a bad boy from high school, he was kind. Of course, he had his moments. There were times when you wanted to smack him silly like when he made a stupid comment, and when he selflessly flung himself at the demo-dogs in the junkyard. There were also moments when you found yourself infatuated with him. Like when he stared up at you with one of his eyes practically glued shut because Billy Hargrove punched him square in the face, or when he almost kissed you in his car as he dropped off Dustin and Eleven at the dance.
You had never had a boyfriend. You didn’t even know what one was until Mike had asked El to be his. Hopper would snarl whenever anyone even mentioned the word, so you always avoided it. That is, until Steve asked you when you had been wiping the blood off his face after he had been pistol-whipped by Russian soldiers. You and him had been through hell and back, so of course, you said yes. Now, as he stared at you with furrowed brows, you couldn’t help but feel torn. Would he still care for you if he discovered the lengths you had gone to protect El? Would he still love you? The thought alone made you sick, and you quickly returned upstairs to find Joyce. Steve watched you go, his heart sinking in his chest.
“Sooo,” Robin started, rocking back and forth on her heels with her hands behind her back. “Are you gonna go after her? Or just stand her?” Steve shot her a glare as she raised her hands in surrender.
“Maybe she wants some space.” Robin whistled lowly, patting his shoulder as she shook her head.
“It’s amazing how she hasn’t dumped you, Harrington.” He pushed her hand off his shoulder grumpily, before following you back up the stairs.
Steve found you on the top of the Squawk. Your face, even though you were turned away, was clean of blood courtesy of Joyce. He could see your nails as you ravaged them, gnarly cuts lining your cuticles. It pained him to see you like this. He approached you with caution, lowering himself next to you with a grunt. You kept your gaze locked on the fields ahead of you, not reacting as he took one of your hands and placed it in his lap with his.
“You doin okay?” His voice was calm and loving as he caressed your hand, careful to not touch the wounds by your nails. His head was tilted your way, staring at your side profile.
“Yeah, ‘m okay.” It was a lie. A lie that he caught easily. You weren’t all that convincing. Steve frowned.
“Hey, come on. Talk to me.” You finally looked away from the field, tilting your head his was but not meeting his eyes.
“It’s nothing, Steve.” Steve let out a small sigh at your persistence.
“You know,” He let out gently. “You’ve never been a good lair.” A weak laugh escaped you before it disappeared just as fast. Silence stretched between the two of you before you finally spoke again.
“I don’t want you to leave me.” Steve blinked. His gentle caressing on your hand stopped.
“What?”
“I’ve done things,” Your voice cracked as you spoke, tears threatening to spill as you lowered your head to your chest. “I’ve hurt people. I’m made to hurt people.”
At your words, Steve simply stared at you for a long moment before shaking his head.
“No.” You frowned, looking up at him finally. When you met his gaze, it nearly caused you to sob right there.
“No?”
“No.” His answer came without hesitation as he shook his head again. “I’m not leaving you. Ever.” You opened your mouth to retaliate, but he placed his hands on your cheeks and made you look directly at him.
“Listen to me.” His voice was steady as he brought his face closer to yours. “You were not made to hurt people. Everything you’ve done, everything we’ve done, was for a reason. And a damn good one at that.” He wasn’t trying to erase it or pretend it didn’t happen.
“That doesn’t make it okay.” You shook your head.
“No,” He said quietly. “Maybe it doesn’t.” Steve took a slow breath as his thumb moved to wipe away a stray tear.
“But it doesn’t make you a monster either. You’re better than the people in that room. So much better. Yeah, you hurt people. But you also saved so many.” Tears finally spilled over, and you choked out a sob in his arms.
“I’m scared you’re going to see me differently. That you’re going to see me as a monster.” Your shoulders trembled.
“I do see you. I see you. The girl who saved my ass countless of times. The girl who’s spent way too much time blaming herself for things no one should have gone through.” He lifted a hand and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear so intimately it nearly made you sob more. You searched his face, waiting for that realization that yeah, you were a monster.
But it never came. Instead, he gave you the classic Steve Harrington smile, just like the one he gave you when you first met.
His smile faded into something more sincere. “I love you. I love all of you. Powers or not.” His hands gripped your face a tad bit tighter.
“So stop trying to decide for me whether you’re worth staying for.” Steve leaned forward, his forehead now pressing against yours.
“Because i’ve already decided. And you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
You broke down again, burying your face into his shoulder. Steve wrapped both of his arms around you without a second thought, holding you tightly as sobs wracked through your body. He rested his chin on your head, slowly rocking back and forth.
“I’m not going anywhere,” He murmured. “You hear me?”
He placed a kiss at the top of her hairline.
“Not today.”
Another one.
“Not tomorrow.”
Another one.
“Not as long as you’ll have me.”
You pulled back from his neck, chuckling sadly as you stared at the wet stain you left on his cardigan.
“Sorry.” Steve smiled, shaking his head as he pet your hair.
“I have others.” You put your hand on his cheek before bringing him in for a kiss. When your lips met his, you finally realized that he was saying nothing but the truth. Steve Harrington would always be there for you. He would always see you.