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Astrologers & Karmic Baggage 🧿🌟

(Non-astrologers/non-tarot, Literally anyone can read this post if you're interested in it, I'll be glad if u do so! 🥰)

This post is made for astrologers reading natal charts, especially predictive astrology and also for tarot readers, as both practices act as a tool for guiding people about the possibilities of their future events. Letting people know about the possibilities of their future events is like a loophole in destiny, of course the outcome is not going to change but since we offer some clarity about things that is YET to unfold, that naturally has to unfold by destiny's flow, we are meddling with it one way or another, hence practitioners are said to acquire a part of the chart person's karma. 🫠

That is why many of the practitioners could feel burn out, overwhelmed and drained out, kind of energy imbalances along with instances of troubles or delays in their life, if the karmic baggage and energy levels are not handled properly, it can feel like our own life events are getting affected at some point, which may or may not happen for everyone, but it's always better to align yourselves with higher energy levels & get rid of any karmic baggages that u might hold.🫂

How to manage these? 🤍

I'm NOT an expert in this, I'm just going to tell you whatever I know of, it includes mostly religious stuff, hence if you're not interested in it, feel free to skip AND remember to find the methods that work out for you personally, I'm going to share what I know, I can't assure how accurate it would be, take whatever u want to & leave the rest.😌

1. My personal advice would be NOT to do anything for free without an exchange, whether it's money or an energy exchange, there should be something to not rip u off of ur own reservoir. If u do wish to do free readings, make sure that you're on an active sadhana mode to revive urself. 🫶🏻

2. Feed crows before eating every meal, Saturn is our Lord of Karma, his vahana (vehicle) is said to be crows. Feeding crows regularly before you eat can be a good way to wash away unwanted karmic baggage and to feel more active. 🫶🏻

3. If you're doing paid readings, spend a part of the money u earned from these on philanthropic activities/ you can engage in seva at temples, like offering to help the temple management in their regular activities & doing annadhana (free food) for underprivileged people is the highest form of donation in Hinduism, you can do that too. 🫶🏻

4. Reciting Sanskrit mantras everyday, wearing an energized talisman will be favourable. Imo, sanskrit mantras especially powerful ones shouldn't be recited without the guidance of an experienced Guru. It might not be possible for everyone to have a Guru, if u don't, then pray to ur favourite deity to guide u in this path and learn by urself. Pronunciations are very crucial in reciting Sanskrit mantras, some words truly reverberate in the chest, if we don't pronounce it precisely, the purpose of accumulating positive and higher energy levels gets tampered in a way. 🫶🏻

5. To avoid burn out and ur energy levels getting affected, u should set a goal you're okay with, like spending only two hours per day on this for example, u can fix whatever that personally works for you, just remember not to overdo it as doing readings are energetically very taxing. 🫶🏻

6. Teach something u know for free or donate the amount u earn from it, teaching is a noble activity doing it as a seva can act as a way to balance out the acquired karmic baggage to some extent. 🫶🏻

This is all I could think of for now, I wanted to do this post for a long time and I've done it, hope our community people find it useful in some way, take care of urself fellow readers, much love! 💖

(I might add more and reblog in the future, hope y'all liked the short post, let me know of ur thoughts and experiences in the comments section, I would love to read it and talk with y'all.)🤞🏻🩵✨

With Love - Yashi ❤️‍🔥

Masterlist 💖

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Vedic Astrology & Divisional charts that show all the sections of our life in details.

D1 - Lagna Chart .

Individual personality , characteristics, it's environment.

D9 - Navamsha

Marriage , soulful relationships , Relationship with the spouse, his characteristics, spiritual strength , inner nature of the soul.

D10- Dashamsha Chart

The actions , karma to be performed in this life. Shows career prospects , the type of work one will do , success , reputation , social standing

D7- Saptamsha Chart

Matters related to progeny , children , creativity , relationship with children, use of mantra and its power usage available to the individual.

D2- Hora chart

Financial matters by own's effort or some others effort , wealth , conscious use of Ida & pingala nadis.

D 3- Drekkana Chart

Provides Insights into relationship with siblings, their nature and impact on the individual.

D12- Dwadamsha chart -

Shows Karma , relationship with parents , their influence, ancestral influence events involving them can be seen.

D-16 - Shodasamsa chart

Depicts relationship to vehicles, homes , luxury & overall comfort level.

D20- Vimsamsa Chart

Spiritual inclinations , devotion , religious pursuits , potential for higher spiritual knowledge.

D30- Trisamsa Chart

Shows negative influences, punishment & curses , challenges from past life karma

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i really enjoy taking care of myself, doing things for and by myself, really enjoy my time to myself, really enjoy my space to myself, and it’s my goal to enjoy myself as much as i can as freely as i can above all else so it’s not really urgent or even necessary to me to find a partner but there is a very shy and small part of me that wants to be spoiled absolutely rotten and adored and looked after by somebody like i kinda do want somebody to look at me and think “i want to give that woman the world”

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The thing that annoys me the most about drama fandoms is that they always hate female characters for dumb reasons. even when it's an inherently problematic character, the hate comes from the wrong place. and god forbid she has character flaws, makes mistakes, and has to suffer as a result of those mistakes.

I really don't get what's fun about a character who is strong and flawless from the start, and never suffers as a result of her own doing. how will she grow if she can't even be allowed to make a single mistake? If all her misfortunes stem only from other people, she is a pitiful character, but not a strong one, regardless of how much power or how physically capable she is. In terms of conflicts that makes her feel almost agency-less. And there is rarely any grace or proper understanding for why she is the way she is, or why she acts the way she does.

Can't watch a show with a naive female lead because she is annoying, the antagonistic female lead is too mean to the male lead, the female lead runs weird and doesn't move when she should (never mind that she was a wheelchair user for like 15 years and has trauma from getting into a car accident), the supporting female lead is too horrible because she is jealous and evil (never mind the way she has been treated by the narrative and society as a whole). Literally what do you want then 😭

I honestly think too many people fail to see female characters, particularly protagonists, as their own unique characters and rather treat them as self inserts for romantic or status based plot points... Others just hate women and can't be bothered to see things from their perspective at all. I just wish we could all be a little kinder to female characters.

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misty invasion - hidden motive

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: zayne x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with some/little plot, porn with feelings

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 3.6k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, slight spoilers to ‘hidden motive’ (zayne’s misty invasion card), knee humping, titty sucking, titty sucking through clothes, titty nibbling (zayne is a boobie fiend), slight predator and prey, switch!zayne (he’s dom but kinda needy and vulnerable), use of Y/N, sub!reader, unprotected sex, cumming in panties, reader on top

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: video | ao3 | sylus's version | raf's version | xav's version

━ ✧.˖ A/N: haiiii guyssss i decided to upload the boys’ misty invasion fics one at a time! first up is baby zayne <3 his card inspired me so much, it was so intimate and passionate. 

next up will probably be sylus, hopefully will post in maybe 3ish days! I haven’t watched raf’s or xav’s but i have ideas for them. I’m excited to write, i’m praying i don’t burn out…hope you guys enjoy :) love ya’ll! also i am more active on twitter if you guys would like to follow me there, my link is in my masterpost!

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

Spontaneity was not something Zayne preferred to indulge in.

He had enough of it in his hectic surgery schedule, so in his personal life he tried to keep things as predictable as possible. 

Yet he was graced with an absolute menace of a girlfriend, who, from the second she walked into his life, created chaos in her wake. Always running off on faraway Hunter missions, telling him only after she’d already left. Coming back injured, with a frustratingly adorable and sheepish smile, trying, and failing, to convince him she was fine. 

God, you drove him utterly insane.

Which is why now, the normally composed, self-assured, and controlled, chief cardiac surgeon was unraveling at the seams beneath your seemingly innocent touch.

“Why does it smell sweeter than usual?” Zayne’s voice is raspy and breathless from the torrid and heated kiss the two of you had just been locked in. The razor blade and shaving cream had long since been discarded and forgotten. 

Before you can respond, he’s pulling your wrist towards his reddened face, making you fall on top of him from your seat on his lap. You’re left straddling his one knee as you fall forward. Your wrist grips the leather recliner cushion by his head to catch you as he cups your lower back, just above your rear, pressing your body deeper into his.

He nuzzles his face into your wrist that's planted beside his head, absolutely enraptured by the scent of your lotion. The scent of you. 

Taking another deef lung full of your pheromones mixed with your fruity lotion, his intense hazel eyes desperately seek yours, like he’s conveying his desires with the golden green orbs. You open your mouth to question his unusual behavior, but Zayne’s one step ahead of you. His knee raises to push your backside towards him, making you lose your grip completely and collapse completely atop him. 

The recliner chair swings wildly at your combined movements, and you find yourself struggling to steady yourself. In your brief moment of helplessness, Zayne hoists you towards him, burying his face into your chest. His lips find your collarbone instantly, his knee nestled between your thighs to help balance you. 

You gasp at his tongue lapping languidly at your fragrant skin, your fingers grasping his shoulders as he sucks at your sensitive collar, no doubt leaving a bruise. His lips dance dangerously close to where your silk camisole hangs off the swell of your breasts. 

“Are you taking a break from work?” you ask between your raspy pants. Zayne continues to indulge in your skin, moving lower until his face meets your hardened nipples, separated only by a thin layer of silk. His tongue softly brushes against the soft material of your top, stroking at the swollen peaks through the smooth fabric. His knee grinds into your thighs, craving the warmth and dampness of his most favorite place.

He has to physically pry himself away from your chest, a dusting of deep peach painting his flustered face.

“Do I look like I can work right now?” His question is simple, but the aggressive demand that hides underneath them is urgent, nearly feral. You don’t get a chance to get another word out before he’s sinking back into the warmth of your chest.

This time, his lips close over your entire nipple through the soft silk of your sleeping cami, making you cry out in surprise. Your fingers grip his hair as he absolutely devours you through your top, the silk dampening with his saliva. His teeth come down to graze your sensitive peaks and you have to push him back before you lose yourself to the pleasure.

“...You don’t have to be so intense,” you urge him, despite the clear and inarguable fact that you want more. Clear from the way the panties you’d slept in start to dampen against his bare knee that peeks out from his robe. 

Zayne looks unamused, almost sulky, as he mutters, “No working, and not allowed to do anything else…” He looks up at you, mischief briefly flashing across his eyes

He sits up, wrapping his strong arm around your shoulder and bringing you to him in an intimate embrace. You flail forward at his sudden movements, the rocking of the recliner chair making it impossible to find any balance. He takes the opportunity to drive his knee deeper into your core, making you moan lewdly. His chin rests on your bare shoulder, words hot and breathy against your pulsing neck, “Well then…my love, what exactly do you allow me to do?” 

His actions make it difficult for you to speak, brain focussing solely on the pleasure he’s both giving you and keeping from you. At your wordless moans of excitement, Zayne continues.  

“Will you allow me to do this?” he rocks his knee deeper into you, effectively humping you against his leg. Your nails dig into his muscled back at the unexpected ecstasy, his knee rubbing against your clit in the most sinfully perfect ways. 

Zayne hisses at the feeling of the sting of your nails, only making him more desperate to take you right there on his living room chair, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

With his lips at your neck, he slowly and torturously pulls the flimsy straps of your loose top down, until your breasts are pressing against his exposed chest underneath his luxurious bathrobe. 

His hands descend to hold your waist firmly, gently pulling you away from his chest so his hungry mouth can find your soft breasts again. 

You throw your head backwards when his warm and wet mouth captures your bare skin into its embrace. Zayne is absolutely relentless, bouncing you filthily on his thigh as he absolutely devours your breasts. His teeth and tongue work in tandem to suckle pretty little bruises into the swell of your chest, and around your pert nipples. 

Zayne looks up at you from underneath his eyelashes, heated irises drinking in your quivering form atop him. His erection pushes against the feeble restraints of his tied robe, creating a tent in his lap that twitches with anticipation. It brushes against your stomach as he grinds his knee into you, giving him just enough friction to need to bite into your breast to hold back his desperate moans. 

You cling to him, trusting him to take all control of your body and of your pleasure. Your nails continue to draw angry red welts into his back, as you feel the familiar coiling of ecstasy in your gut. 

You tap desperately on his shoulders, not wanting to make a mess in your panties that are already sticking to your wet folds.

“Z-Zayne, wait I —” 

He brings his thumb to your lips, pressing softly against your parted lips, all the while his own lips never leave your aching tits. Against them, he mumbles, “Don’t deny me. Please.”

You’re briefly snapped out of the mind numbing pleasure of your quickly approaching orgasm at the sound of his plea, bordering on a feral demand. It’s so rare to hear him so unraveled and desperate, to hear him demanding things from you. A man who never asked anything of anyone, especially not of you, the one person he treasured more than life itself. It’s so rare and raw that you can’t help but want to give him everything he wants. 

You bury your face into the top of his head, his addicting scent invading your senses, and you kiss him gently, “Never, I would never deny you.”

Zayne inhales sharply, groaning at your sweet words, ”Good girl.” He pulls you down fully on top of him again, the leather chair reclining until it’s nearly flat. Your ass is arched into the air, your face pressed into his chest, as his knee pushes into you with renewed vigor. 

His lips find themselves sucking urgently at your nipples again, his knee moving faster, wanting to see his beautiful girl come undone all over his thighs. His tongue lathers tortuous circles around your hardened and swollen peaks, soothing the areas in which his teeth bite down softly. 

“Let me see you, love. Please. I haven’t gotten to feel you since you ran off into danger without telling me, again.”

Your heart clenched as you realized that was where all this desperation and vulnerability was coming from. You want to apologize, but his unforgiving knee against your weeping cunt made it nearly impossible to get the syllables out.

“I-I’m – nnghh – m’sorry.” 

His hand roughly grabs your chin, turning you to level with his smoldering hazel eyes. His voice is gruff and inquisitive, eyebrows raised in doubt, “Are you, sweetheart?”

You whine at his words, his actions only becoming more relentless, as if forcing the responses he wants out of you, “I am!”

The corner of his lips curl up, so faint you can barely see it. An arrogance Zayne so rarely lets show. 

“Then show me. Show me how sorry you are.” With each demand, his leg drives harshly into your clit. You nod vigorously, eager to please him.

His darkened green eyes cling to yours, his voice deceptively calm and soothing, “Say it, love.” 

You want to respond but the way he’s punctuating his every word with a hard intentional thrust of his knee into your aching cunt makes it impossible to do anything but moan lewdly into his ear, your head hanging down with your hair falling over your eyes.

He pinches your abused nipple, guiding your eyes back to his demanding hazel ones, the golden flecks glowing brightly as they savor the sight of you.

“I-I’m – unghh – s-sorry. Should’ve told you. I’ll be good, just-just let me cum f’you!” You bury your face into his neck, embarrassed by the words coming out of your mouth but unable to stop them all the same. 

“Let me see you,” he grunts. When you lift your head, bleary eyes fixing on his, he smiles. It's faint but effervescently warm. 

“That’s my girl. Now tell me, hm? How is my beautiful girl going to make it up to me?”

Your eyes fill with tears, overwhelmed by the pleasure his knee brings you, and the raw feelings that are masked behind his lewd words. His facade of filthy demands that hide the suffocating emotions, the same emotions he’d felt when he saw your name on the list of hunters dispatched to the wanderer quarantine zone. Emotions that he was now taking out on your ever-so responsive body. 

“Anything you want Zayne, anything,” you gasp, your eyes locked into his as he continues to hump his knee into you, 

His breath catches audibly at your words, pulling your chin towards him to capture your lips in a raw and passionate kiss, one that felt like it might stop time and space as you knew it. 

At his intensely possessive lips, his throaty demands, his insistent knee wedged into your cunt, it isn’t long before you come undone all over his knee. You cum with a strangled cry, your fingers digging crescents into his muscled shoulders. Your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of the filthy dampness against the fabric of your panties. Zayne groans at the angelic sight of your face contorted into pure pleasure, his erection painfully hard against his silken robe, pressed into your quivering belly. The heavenly vision of you cumming was almost enough to have him erupting right against your stomach.

“That’s it my love, just like that,” Zayne coos as you cum over his knee, still rocking gently into you as he helps you ride out the waves of your ecstasy. His slender fingers rub soothing circles into the small of your back, cooling your burning skin. 

“So good, so good for me,” he murmurs into your hair, your head resting on his shoulders as the post-orgasm tremors come and go. His lips press into your scalp, the moment feeling absolutely  and idyllically perfect. 

You’re so blissed out you almost don’t feel him shifting beneath you, slender fingers pulling your soaked panties to the side. It isn’t until you feel the all-too familiar feeling of his fat leaking cockhead nestled between your folds, right at the entrance to your most sensitive parts, that your bleary eyes open.

You watch him, cock in his fist, swiping up and down your drenched lips, head hung down in pleasure as he watches the way your pussy quite literally invites him in. A thin layer of sweat glistens on his furrowed forehead, his restraint hanging on by a thread as he tries to calm himself before he burrows into you like an absolute animal. 

You grab him by his chin, guiding him to look up at you. You take his throbbing manhood into your own fingers, in place of his. He stares at you heatedly, your languid actions driving him to the edge of insanity. Your body quivers as his cockhead catches on your clit, your body still reeling from the orgasm you’d just experienced on his knee. 

Zayne’s hand encompasses yours, your joined palms holding his aching cock at the base. He repeats his plea from earlier, his voice raspy and breathless, “Show me.” 

His desperation makes you bite your lip in anticipation, and you nod before sinking down onto his thick member. Your body grapples with the stretch as you slide further and further down, as Zayne writhes below you, panting rapidly and fingers digging into your waist. 

“You’re so damn perfect,” he rasps, fingers bruising your hips with the intensity in which they grab you, “Give me more, please love.”

You grin at his rare pleas, teasing him by stopping halfway, not letting him enter you fully. His desperate moans and grunts make you giggle, and you relish in the way his large hands hold you so possessively, in the way only you are able to make him lose control.

Zayne chuckles darkly at your teasing antics, “You don’t sound very apologetic, sweetheart.” He raises his eyebrow at you, in a playful warning. You open your mouth to speak, but it’s cut off with a scream when he slams you down on his thick length, his strong grip pulling you down until your ass meets his thighs. 

The impact of your thighs against Zayne’s lap is sinful. Zayne groans at the way he can feel the globes of your ass shake against him, your pussy clenching to accommodate the sudden stretch. And Zayne doesn’t even let you ride him, instead using the raw strength of his arms and thighs to bob you up and down his length, in a rhythm that had you seeing white.

“Nnghh – P-Please Zayne!” you plead, but for what you’re not even sure. You certainly don’t want him to stop or slow down. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, holding on while he bounces you like you weigh absolutely nothing. 

Zayne grunts in response, too lost in the feeling of how your walls cling to him, how your body responds to his touch and thrusts like he owns you. 

“Always — hah — throwing yourself — fuck! — into danger. Without telling me,” he grits out, his thrusts into you harsh and passionate all at the same time. You can tell by his tone that he’s more hurt than he is angry about you running off to the frontlines of a nearby wanderer quarantine. The deep timbre of his voice conveys more worry and vulnerability than it does domination and accusation. 

Your heart flutters at how adorably pouty Zayne was being, in his own way. It was rare for him to act on his emotions like this, and it reminded you of how far the two of you had come. His hands gripped you forcibly, almost as if he was afraid you’d disappear on him again. His face buried into your chest, savoring your intoxicating scent like it was the air he needed to survive. The way your warm plush skin tasted on his tongue and felt against his canines.

So you let him throw you around like a fucktoy, letting him feel how absolutely and irrevocably his, you were. You held him tightly to your chest, kissing the shell of his ear as he rutted into you like a madman, suckling on your breasts like he thought you might lactate for him. The blend of possessive domination and raw neediness was driving you insane. 

Zayne tears himself away from your chest, looking up at you with heated expectation, his eyes hazy with animalistic desire, “Nothing to say, Y/N?” He punctuates his question with a harsh thrust that prods against your g-spot, all the way to your cervix. 

You gasp out, almost choking for air, “M’sorry Zayne. I-I’ll make it up t’y-you.” His fingers grip you tighter as he relentlessly bounces you on his lap, his fat cock bullying into your g spot. Your teeth dig into your lip as you feel your cunt trembling, close to release.

Zayne nestles his face into the area where your neck meets your collarbone, gasping out as you get increasingly tighter, until it feels like he’s suffocating with pleasure.

“Let me cum in you,” he growls, moving back to your chest, nipping at the swell of your breasts, lapping at a reddened bruise he’d unwittingly left there. Zayne normally wasn’t keen on these juvenile displays of affection, leaving hickeys like a horny highschooler. But something about the way you constantly threw yourself into the face of danger for others, left him uncharacteristically uncontrollable and unrestrained. 

“Let me leave my mark in you so you know better than to go running off into danger without me again.” 

A string of whimpers escapes your mouth at his possessive yet sensitive words, clearly still miffed at the memory of your injured state after saving the pair of young siblings in the quarantine zone. Your talented, self-controlled, god-like surgeon, falling apart at the seams, for you.

It’s all enough to have you at the cusp of another mind-bending orgasm, your eyes rolling up as you try to warn him, “Z-Zayne, c-close.”

Zayne chuckles as you warn him. How adorable you were to think he needed to be told, as if he didn’t know your body like the back of his hand. That he couldn’t feel the telltale way your pussy pulsed and quivered around his cock, so tightly it threatened to break him.

“Look at me, my love. I need to see you.” He rams up into you, hands possessively on your hips, bringing you down forcefully with each upward thrust. You focus your eyes on him, eyelids hooded with an exhausted pleasure.

Through your blurry vision, you can see that Zayne is close too. His jaw ticks dangerously, teeth grit to hold the swears back. His golden emerald eyes meet yours, and he smiles, his fingers threading into the back of your head.

“Just like that, look at me when you cum,” he demands, pulling your face forward to capture your lips in a final kiss that would have you tumbling down the cliff of ecstasy. His tongue demands entry, teasing the seam of your lips. His fingers cup your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone. 

You moan into his mouth as your body succumbs to yet another orgasm, your fingernails scraping into his back. Zayne groans into you as the sting of your nails against his skin intensifies the pleasure of your pussy practically wringing his cock dry, forcing the orgasm out of him.

It’s a passionate and furious gnashing of tongue and skin, his thighs, wet with your release, pounding up into you. Your combined whimpers of pleasure mix with the wet smacks of your ass against his thighs, creating the most sinful blanket of lust-filled ecstasy in Zayne’s living room. 

His seed erupts inside you, hot, plenty, and demanding. Demanding to be inside you. Demanding to claim you. 

Zayne’s thrusts slow, but don’t stop, plugging you completely full of him. He finally pulls away from your lips, breathing heavily as goosebumps of overstimulation litter his skin. He keeps going until you tap his shoulders in surrender. He chuckles, lifting you easily off of him, removing himself from you.

Your thighs quiver as you remain seated on Zayne’s lap, his fingers rubbing delicate circles on your waist. His lips brush gentle kisses on your collar, savoring the moment of intimacy and adoration that falls over the two of you. 

Zayne shifts so that he can look at you, cupping your chin gently in his fingers.

“How are you feeling Y/N?” His deep voice is filled with concern, eyes searching yours, “Was I too…enthusiastic?”

You giggle tiredly, your voice filled with playful teasing, “Maybe a bit. But I loved it. I love you.”

Zayne chuckles, bringing your face back down to rest on his chest, his bare skin peeking through the robe that had become untied amidst all the movement. He cradles your head against his body, his arms secure and protective against you, his lips pressing kisses into the top of your head.

“Can you blame me?” He presses his lips into the space below your ear, leaving a trail of kissing down your neck and along your shoulders.

“When you’re constantly worried about the woman you love…it can leave one a bit pent up.”

His lips on your singed skin has you shivering against him, your fingers trailing up and down his chest, “And are you still…pent up?”

The corner of Zayne’s lips quirk up, the blood rushing back south as he feels you writhe against his most fleeting touches. Always so responsive to his touch.

Zayne uses one hand to guide your chin up towards him, his smile hungry and affectionate all at the same time. His other hand holds yours, and you jolt off his chest when he wraps your fingers around something wet, hot, and hard.

“You could say that.”

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You are afraid of success

Because failure is much more validating. Failure will pat you on the back and say, "maybe next time, hun", it will feed you anticipation and that flutter of trepidation in your chest when you think of success, it will make you feel comfortable in that bog you settled in.

The illusion of productivity keeps you in that mindset and prevents you from facing this fear. It keeps you feeling busy so you don't feel bad about being stagnant. It tells you you're walking in strides while you actually stand still, avoiding the discomfort of fully committing to success. Just like buying a dozen of fancy pens and notebooks instead of writing a book, you busy yourself with useless tasks that keep you from actually applying.

You can shift and manifest with just an intention and without any effort, but some of you are afraid of accepting even that. Just another script for my another DR, just another playlist with dozens of subliminals (do you even listen to them more than twice before creating a new one?), just another small "check" before a big manifestation, just another hour of reading through Tumblr/Pinterest/Reddit/TikTok posts and success stories, just another pile of photographed and screenshotted angel numbers. Are you not tired?

Shifting and manifesting are mundane and trivial to the point of being innate to you. If you have an apple in your hand, do you daydream about it? Do you create playlists named "🐁 🎀 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒 🎀 🐁"? Do you buy a special knife that you proudly call "my apple knife"? Do you create moodboards for this apple? No, if you want an apple and you have it, you bite it.

You already have and know everything there is to know, and nothing will happen unless you actually start applying. You may know that only intention works, but did you internalize this knowledge? A lot of you throw fancy manifesting lingo while still persisting in the state of lack. Remembering and knowing is not the same as applying. Don't let this mistake keep you on Shiftblr until 2030.

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Atmakaraka and Music 🎵🎶

This is sort of a fun post which I really really wanted to post and want to know how do you listen to your music and what's your Atmakaraka!

Let's start with Jupiter

Jupiter Atmakaraka

People who've Jupiter as Atmakaraka may listen to wide range of music be it japanese, Korean, classical,etc.. Jupiter is a planet of expansion according to Vedic astro and these people sometimes tend to listen to a music in a loop but not for a very long time.

Moon Atmakaraka

Moon is a fastest moving planet and also is connected to your emotions therefore these people tend to listen to music in shuffle and just want to change the music quickly. They also play sad song to feel the emotions strongly and cry while listening to the song.

Venus Atmakaraka

People having Venus as Atmakaraka repeats the song on loop of they like the song alot. They can play song for hours and not be irritated from it. They may like jazz songs, 🎷 songs all those luxurious songs which just shows the Venus in a person. Could also be in classical too.

What's your Atmakaraka and how do you listen to your music? Please comment I'm super curious!

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Pluto ♇ in Houses

Pluto in 1st House:

The planet Pluto is in the 1st House indicating that you're a powerful person, who really makes an impact on your surroundings. You may be surprised to realize just how powerful an effect you've on those around you. You're constantly challenging yourself and other people to embrace all that life offers, and to forge ahead towards goals. You're likely to be a trend-setter in your field, embracing new methods of approaching projects and people, and breaking down barriers that stand in your path. You need to be careful that you don't push other people too far, but that you respect their limitations. As a leader you need to find the right mix of progress and stability, otherwise you could be faced with a mutiny. You may be a pioneer in an area of your life, enjoying the challenge of being the first, but you need to remember that not everyone shares your zeal.

Pluto in 2nd House:

The planet Pluto is in your 2nd House indicating that possessions and money are a major challenge in your life. There is a constant sense of upheaval in your finances. This could mean that you're constantly struggling to make enough money to cover your expenses. If this is the case you may adapt your attitude towards money, realizing that there are more important values in life. It's also possible that your financial situation undergoes a dramatic turnaround at some stage in your life. You could be very wealthy at one stage, and yet suffer poverty at another. Perhaps you believe that someone has betrayed you, and you've suffered financially as a result. Your challenge is to organize your personal finances with the utmost integrity, otherwise, you could be subject to financial investigations and loss.

Pluto in 3rd House

The planet Pluto is in the 3rd House of your Birth Chart indicating that you're a powerful communicator. You may not realize the forceful effect that your words have on other people, or you may be well aware of the effect, making use of your skills through public speaking or writing. It's possible that you take on the role of spokesperson for a neighborhood group, or for anyone who has trouble speaking up for themselves. You've a probing mind, with an intense need to delve into most subjects. You become impatient with idle chitchat, which you believe merely skates over the surface, wasting valuable time. There are few subjects that are taboo in your life, and you may enjoy psychology, psychiatry and metaphysical studies, because these satisfy your need to probe beyond the superficial. You may have some difficulties communicating with people who prefer to keep their distance, those who feel uncomfortable with the intimate nature of your conversations. Your challenge is to communicate as honestly as possible, while respecting other people's rights to their own private thoughts.

Pluto in 4th House:

The planet Pluto is in the 4th House indicating that your home environment may be a challenge. It's possible that you've been affected by early childhood traumas, either by one particularly disturbing event in your family life, or by a series of upheavals. Perhaps one of your parents was an overwhelming, powerful figure in your life. As a result, your adult home life is likely to reflect your childhood problems. Perhaps you're constantly changing homes, or perhaps you simply struggle to feel at peace in your home. You need to be careful that you don't recreate your childhood traumas in your home environment by living with someone who is abusive. Your challenge is to assert your own rights within your family without resorting to aggression, or without becoming the victim of someone else's aggressive behavior.

Pluto in 5th House

The planet Pluto is in the 5th House of your Birth Chart indicating that you've a powerful need to express yourself creatively. This could be through an artistic project, a unique talent in your field of work, or a hobby. It's likely that a hobby might command so much of your time and energy that it threatens to impinge on other areas of your life. You might choose to make your hobby your career so that you can further pursue your talents. Children may present difficulties in your life. You may have difficulty having children of your own, or you could discover that their demands are impinging on your creative activities. As you a result you struggle to find the right balance between spending time with your children and spending creative time on your own. You need to be careful of being too dominating in your behaviour towards children. You should also be wary of becoming involved in love affairs, which could become obsessive.

Pluto in 6th House:

The planet Pluto is in the 6th House indicating that your health can be a major challenge in your life. During the course of your life, you may experience dramatic changes in your health, or it could be that a single bout of ill-health has had a powerful effect on the rest of your life. Perhaps you suffer from a chronic illness that resurfaces dramatically at times. It's possible that your health problems affect your ability to live a regular routine. Fortunately, it's likely that you prefer to change your routine, rather than adhere to a strict schedule. One of your challenges is to do as much as you can to take control of your own health care and hygiene. It's possible that you could play an important role in regaining your health through physical fitness, diet, relaxation, and hygiene, or by following the advice of conventional or alternative medical advisors.

Pluto in 7th House:

The planet Pluto is in the 7th House indicating that marriage and business partnerships are a challenging force in your life. You need to approach these relationships with caution and integrity, otherwise you're prone to major upheavals. It's possible that your parents' relationship was somewhat traumatic, affecting you more deeply than you had previously believed. This may affect your ability to commit to a marriage. If you're not careful you may attract an abusive marriage partner, or someone who betrays you in marriage or business. On a more positive note, you prefer a challenge in marriage rather than the comfort of a predictable partner. If you and your partner are aware of potential problems, and are able to keep the communication lines open, then you learn a great deal through your most intimate relationships. This experience of deep transformation through relationships can be most rewarding.

Pluto in 8th House

The planet Pluto is in the 8th House indicating that you've a powerful desire to be united with others. This could be through marriage or through business partnerships. Either way you demand total commitment in your ventures with other people. The process of becoming involved in joint enterprises, whether this be marriage or business, isn't necessarily smooth. You're constantly challenged in these areas, perhaps even being vulnerable to betrayal at some stage. You're a risk-taker when it comes to financial ventures, either with other people or through investments. Depending on other aspects of your chart you may benefit through these ventures, or you may lose. You need to take extra care that you and your partners conduct all joint enterprises with integrity, otherwise you're susceptible to investigations by the tax department or fraud squad. It's also possible that you're fascinated by cycles, such as weather cycles, stock market cycles, or the cycle of life and death. Metaphysical subjects may hold a certain appeal, either because of your own curiosity or because of a close brush with death.

Pluto in 9th House

The planet Pluto is in the 9th House of indicating that study, religion and travel are challenging areas in your life. You probably have a powerful drive to discover higher meanings in life, but in some cases this placement of the planet Pluto can mean that you'll do all in your power to refuse to acknowledge a higher meaning. Either way it's likely that orthodox religion has played a powerful role in your life. On the one hand traditional religion may have acted as a positive avenue for your search for meaning in life, but on the other hand you may react strongly to the dogmas of more conventional religions. You've a strong need to form your own opinions based on your own experience and studies, rather than adopt another person's creed. Ironically you need to beware of becoming dogmatic in your personal philosophies. Depending on other influences in your chart it's also likely that academic study is a major challenge in your life. This could be that you intensely pursue your studies at an institute of higher learning, or it could be that you feel deeply disturbed by your lack of opportunities to pursue an academic course of study. Although you may have avoided travelling to foreign countries for part of your life, once you do travel, you're likely to be changed by the experience.

Pluto in 10th House

The planet Pluto is in the 10th House indicating that you'll be a powerful leader in your chosen career. Depending on other influences in your Birth Chart, you may be a strong public figure, or it could be that you're working behind the scenes pulling the strings for a powerful employer. Your profession will present you with many challenges, and this is usually the way you like it. However, you're keen to embrace the more positive challenges of achieving your professional goals, rather than the hurdles that often seem to be strewn in your path. In particular you may clash with other powerful figures in your chosen career. Your challenge is to be able to co-operate with others, respecting their rights while not forgoing your own rights. It's also possible that one of your parents plays a vital role at some stage in your life, either through a dramatic event or crisis, or through demanding your attention to the temporary exclusion of your career ambitions.

Pluto in 11th House

The planet Pluto is in the 11th House indicating that friendships, and groups are a challenge. On a positive note, you may feel drawn to powerful friends who have a profound effect on your life, enabling you to achieve your hopes and wishes. It's also possible that you become involved with a significant group or groups that transform your life for the better. You may be drawn to political or humanitarian groups, which have a commitment to making the world a better place. These groups can be a vehicle for you to achieve your commitment to humanitarian ideals. However, you need to be wary of being betrayed or misled by unscrupulous friends, or groups that are not entirely above board. You may also experience conflict with your friends. If this is the case, it's important that you choose friends who have the ability to communicate with you at a deep level and resolve any disagreements.

Pluto in 12th House

The planet Pluto is in the 12th House indicating that one of your biggest challenges is to overcome your overwhelming sense of responsibility for other people's problems. This is quite a feat because you're often at the centre of conflict without really understanding why. This probably started when you were a young child and seemed to be the focus of the rest of your family's aggression. Perhaps you couldn't seem to stop yourself getting into trouble, feeling compelled to get into mischief. It's also possible that there was no justification for the accusations. As an adult you again seem to be in the thick of conflict, even if it's now the role of mediator or spokesperson, rather than perpetrator. These situations seem to happen even if you don't want to be involved. It could be that you've the inability to say "no" to other people's problems, or that you're swept along by events. As a result, you may have the urge to study psychology or another avenue that explores the unconscious realms of the human psyche. You may also be drawn to study secret arts such as magic or alchemy. Once you've gained some understanding of this pattern of behavior, you may choose to be an advocate on other people's behalf. Making a choice is very different from being caught up seemingly against your will.

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Moonlight Express (1999) | dir. Daniel Lee

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Oh my GOD this last chapter of Frieren!!!! There's so much to unpack and enjoy, but I just need to talk about that page.

If you've read the chapter, you know the one. If you haven't, I WOULD REALLY RECOMMEND IT.

Spoilers for chapter 111 of the manga Sou Sou no Frieren (Frieren of the Funeral/Beyond Journey's End) ahead.

It starts with Frieren giving her friends the praise she had probably missed giving them last time.

Frieren praising her allies!!! She has been given a chance not to take them for granted, and she doesn't waste it!

They are clearly unused to being praised in this way, by this woman, but hey, they'll take it.

HIMMEL. SWEET. BOY.

The man himself, the one who cared so much for Frieren while knowing she would only come to know him after he died, he speaks up now. Frieren has walked a world where all that remained of him were his meticulously-posed statues.

He has to know what she has come to think in the time since.

I just can't with this frame.

Her smile.

This manga is often criticised for having only one expression, and it's frustrating because that's just not true. It's just not exaggerated like every other manga is. But subtlety is not the death of meaning.

Look at that smile. The softness. It isn't just a friendly smile, or a thankful smile, or any other smile she has shown to her many friends through the series.

Her smile is smaller, yet her eyes seem to shine even stronger than ever.

Who knows what Frieren is thinking in this moment, but it's of Himmel and whatever revelations she has had about him on her journey. She smiles, and it speaks for itself. But doesn't leave it stand alone.

'You are a ray of light.'

I can't, guys. Has there ever been a more beautiful way of telling someone how much they mean to you?

And despite the subtly, despite the desperate need to not come out and explain things because time travel is dangerous, he gets it. People have talked before about how keyed in to reading people Himmel is, and of course he's particularly sensitive to Frieren.

I had a lot of hesitancy about Frieren actually traveling back and meeting the party again. That it might disrupt the perfectly crafted tragic mood. The melancholy natural to the passing of time. But by the Gods, they pulled it off. Because she is not free to just talk about everything, they're still in that emotionally repressed, quiet state that almost meditative. That somber tone that Frieren captures so well.

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life isnt a race theres still time to do the things i want to do im still young im not behind in life i have time i have time i have time i have time

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Xiang Liu, you can change your mind, that’s normal😭

I didn't think I would ever agree with Chief Lirong, but here I am.

Yes, please, Xiang Liu, please take this chance. Marry Xiao Yao, have a dozen children and live happily ever after. Pleaaaase.

And thing is he wants this too...for a second he allows himself to dream.

But of course, he has made his decision already.

What does he really want? To break our hearts 💔

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Executioners / 現代豪俠傳 (1993)

Director: Johnnie To

Cinematographer: Hang Sang Poon

Starring Michelle Yeoh, Maggie Cheung, Anita Mui, Takeshi Kaneshiro, and Damian Lau

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First Love: Litter on the Breeze (Eric Kot, 1998)

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