#‘yes kei the moon is HUGE’

[seraphdreams]

is dis ur man?

unfortunately it is, and he’s so right!

[enchantressiren]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.❞

What is it about you that makes your lover crawl to you?

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Not a tarot card reading, only based on my intuition.

Regular intuitive readings, no 18+ ( @sefinaa )

Authors note,

Can be for both lover and future lover.

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Pile 1:

Your eyes and eye color

Your lover adores your eye color, there is something about it that they cannot get enough—it surprises them as well. Because for them, they never cared about the color nor the eyes, it doesn't make any sense for them because it’s just eyes, right? But no.

Let’s get to the main details:

You have a seductive gaze with them, your eyes always look them up and down, even if it is unintentional. You make them wet, and they crave your essence, they crave everything about you. They want you to gaze into their eyes as they do the deed because it makes them lose it.

“God.. god damn it. You’re killing me with your eyes but I fking love it. Just like that..” that’s what I hear from them. I also hear from my intuition that some of you have doe eyes, like puppy dog eyes or you do it to tease them or when you want something and that’s literally their weakness. They would travel to the moon and back just to see those “puppy dog eyes” because it’s just that cute. For those with doe eyes, it’s a sucker for them because it’s the first thing they notice and every time they remember doing the deed with you, they remember the eyes.

I also see them making love to you until you sob and beg for them to stop, of course they won’t because of your eyes. I don’t see them hurting you at all, it feel as they are hypnotize with you, the way you’re sobbing and it gets stuck in your throat to the way they see you gazing into their eyes at the same time.

Honestly, at this point, you’re their weakness.

Pile 2:

Neck

I hear that they’re into choking, light or not depending on how you’re with it. It’s a huge turn on for them and since your neck is beautiful in their eyes. I am smelling something nice like vanilla as I channel this, so perhaps you always put moisturizer or scented lotion on your neck, or even take care of it and use sunscreen on it, whatever it is, it is soft and nice for their hands to grab on when they do pound into you or play with you as you whimper for them.

As mentioned your neck is soft, so I also see them caressing it a lot when you have make out sessions. A small scene:

I caress your neck and kiss your mouth as you swirl my hair as we both dance into ecstasy. As I love to touch you, I must only deliver you pleasure as your sounds are my existence and death. Surely you must understand, your beauty and essence is too precious to harm so I must ask your consent when I choke you as I make love to you. Are you okay with it, my sweet?

Consent is a key to this, yes, making love is consensual, but they are hesitant to choke you during it. I see they had a bad accident with it (they must tell you, I cannot) and it makes them nervous about it. Reassurance them about it and they should be fine.

Pile 3:

Your upper body

Something about your chest and upper body is what makes them craw to you.. and they will literally crawl to you. I see them wearing a collar and you’re pulling the leash as they seductively crawl to you in something sexy. That’s the whole vibe I’m getting.

When they take over (being in control), they will caress your chest and leave marks on it. A mix of hickeys and love marks, if your lover likes wearing red or pink lipstick than they will leaves their lipstick marks on your body, making your bare upper body as their canvas. The most beautiful canvas and muse. I see many kisses on the chest, especially around your nipples. I don’t see them kissing it though because it’s their favorite sweet, they need to have their fun with it.

I also see them caressing your sore body after love making too, I see their soft hands caressing and playing with them without any sexual intent, pure love.

Lastly, I can also see them burying their face into your chest, even if it’s not sexual, because they love it. A comfort for them because it’s so warm and squishy. So for those who have breasts (regardless of your gender because everyone is welcome but anyways (intuition thing)), they don’t care about the size because they love the warmth of it. Sometimes they want suck and lick it as you do something (let’s say an online class) so they can see your face contort into pleasure as you try to hide it from everyone. They would also want to caress and rub it as well. Even small bites and nibbles.

Pile 4:

Your bottom

In all honesty, if I were to summarize this channeled message, they’re a bottom person. Literally. That’s it.

I’m not seeing anything that would harm your bottom, so no spanking at all. But I do see them constantly squeezing it and during love making as well. I also see them kissing it while they eat you out or give you head.

I’m not channeling much for this pile which is a pity but I do see a scene.

I see them kissing you passionately and intensely, they then slowly gown down to your intimate area and kissed your hips as they caress your groin, all while they gaze into your eyes and expect you to feel embarrassed, blush or feel shy about it. They then will squeeze your butt and leave kiss trails on your thighs, and if you have scars on it, they kiss it further or in depth showing you that you're gorgeous either way. Afterwards, they will flip you over and slowly go back to your neck and leave hickeys, (if they wear lipstick, it’s lipstick marks) and then slowly go down your back leaving kiss marks to enjoy your beautiful bare body and then down to the butt while whispering sweet nothings so you cannot hear, but feel as they’re complimenting you from the heart.

[smooth-perceval]

A holiday promise.

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: it was Christmas time- unfortunately for the reader she wasn’t feeling the spirit when her boyfriend was being distant, little did she know he had a promise for her.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing? Some self doubt. Implied smut at the end but no smut included!

Key: Y/N (Your name) Y/L/N (Your Last name)

Word count: 1094

A/N: The longest I have written (for 12 day count down) andddd we’re posting 40 mins earlier so technically I posted a day early but we won’t discuss that 🥲

Lando had been different lately, I don’t know what I done- but it’s like he didn’t want to be around me… or he had a secret he was keeping from me.

And like any girl I doubted myself- and maybe him a little… there was days that he was my lando and there was days where I didn’t even know he existed.

—

The days were rounding closer, and closer to Christmas Day, and I clasped onto the fine strings of my heart that this guy would stay around at least for Christmas…

I mean we share the same apartment but yet felt like two strangers… and I miss him- today I declared I was sitting my lando down and getting our shit together- today was the make or break.

Taking a deep breath I braced myself for the conversation ahead of me. Stepping into our apartment I kicked my shoes off and tugged my coat along with it. “Lan you home?”

Silence… until I heard a little thud from down the hall. Signalling he was but just ignoring me.

“Lan… if you scare me… I swear to the heavens I will leave your ass quicker than a McLaren pit stop!” Shoulders tensed I round the corner, pausing in my step.

“Lan?” Eyes trailing over the fake snow along our hallway floor. “Did you decorate without me?!” A gasp falling off my lips, I practically stomped down the hallway.

“You promised you wouldn’t!!”

“I hate talking to myself right now.”

“Lando Norris we need to-”

There he stood infront of the tall glass balcony doors, candles surrounding the entire lounge, the fake snow scattered around on the floor… clearly he ran out of snow half way through but it still looked magical, a mixture of the moon and the candles bouncing off his face. He looked pretty.

“Need to what?” A teasing smile was on his face, and I finally took in his appearance.

A plain black top and some joggers, pure white socks (with a lot of fake snow stuck to him but we won’t talk about that) and a small velvet box in hand.

“Needed to talk… what is going on- is this what I think this is?” My eyes welled with tears as I stood in the doorway slightly.

4 meters away from him and out of touch.

“What do you think this is?” My hand clasped over my mouth as I violently shook my head. “Words, use your words bubs.”

Silent tears fell on my cheeks as my hands slid down soothing my churning stomach. “You want to get married?” Whispering over to him, I embraced my arms around myself trying to stop the excitement and butterflies.

“Once I ask you then yes.” Laughing a little he nudged his head signalling for me to come over.

But I couldn’t move I was stuck in place. The only thing I could do was ball like a baby, Lando rushed over having a little giggle to himself wiping away my tears with his thumbs as best as possible, “hey, hey… it’s okay-” tilting my head back slightly, his eyes board into mine before dropping to one knee.

“Oh my-” sniffling I looked up at the ceiling before finding the courage to looked down at him, body still shaking like a leaf.

“You always said you didn’t want some huge proposal… said you preferred it being more intimate, nothing out the crazy- just two people declaring their love for one and another.” Nodding my head to everything he was saying I felt myself laugh a little. “You’re not the guy to do some huge proposal anyways.”

“Do you want me to ask you orrr?” A teasing smile crept back to his face, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Please ask me.”

After a brief pause, us both stopping the little giggles, he then took another deep breath before continuing. “Well here I am, down on one knee declaring to love and care for you for as long as you want me, hopefully till death do us part.” Laughing again a little he then shuffled slightly on his knee.

A choked laugh left my lips- but I couldn’t control myself from being a blubbering mess, sinking down to my knees infront of him, gripping his kneeled knee for security and support. “Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me?” And I froze once again.

Just staring at the man I love… this was all the reasons why for the last few months- it was all leading to this… I thought he’d leave me before Christmas… but yet here he was asking to love me.

“You really want to marry me?” Smiling at him, I squeezed his knee holding back another weep.

“It would be my honour.”

“Then yes Lando Norris, I will marry you.”

His eyes widen slightly, it took him a moment to realise what answer I had given. Before he sprung into action. I say sprung, we both watched his shaky hands take the beautiful ring out, before taking my hand in his and placing it on my finger. And only then did it feel real- it was a weird sensation, once that ring was on my finger it was like a wave of relief, love, security- everything washed over me.

In a split second his lips were on mine, eager yet tender- urgent yet full of love… business men share handshakes to secure a deal- lovers share sweet kisses to secure theirs, it was a sealed deal between me and Lando- for better for worse, till death do us part.

“I thought you were going to leave me…” mumbling against his lips, a little smile playing on mine.

“How could I ever.”

“I’ve been asking myself that continuously the past month, I didn’t believe you would.” Whispering feverishly lips now barely brushing as we pulled away. Leaning back we both basked in each others presence.

“Oh my camera!” Jumping up he quickly ran across the room, kicking snow everywhere.

“You recorded this?” A wide smile was on my face as I started to get up off the floor.

“Max didn’t believe I’d do it. I now have proof.”

Rolling my eyes I moved over to him as he toyed with the camera in hand. “Remind me why I said yes.”

“I can show you instead…” wiggling his brows at me I shook my head giggling.

“Please leave the camera in this room-” laughing also he set the camera down wrapping me up in his arms before whisking me away- sealing our holiday promise another way.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Werewolf!Frank Castle

Its been so rainy and overcast in recent weeks that you forget what time of the month it is, the lunar tracker app in your phone unused for a little too long.

You do notice that he's antsy, even grumpier than that time the delivery guy stole his Lombardi's order. He can't sit still, pacing around the apartment driving you so crazy that you eventually drag his ass out for a walk even though its getting late...

But when he has some cretin that dared to cast a casual glance at your bare legs as you walked past, held by the neck up against a chain link fence, it finally clicks.

His chest is heaving, his raging stare boring into the poor guy's terrified face as his feet dangle off the ground, a low rumbling growl emanating from the back of Frank's throat as you try your best to calm him down.

"He's not worth it Frankie, c'mon we better get home..." You've leave the 'before you transform into an 8 foot beast' part left unsaid.

Still, he doesn't give over until he feels your soft touch at his nape, gently stroking and coaxing him away.

You lead him back home, shooting the other guy an apologetic glance over your shoulder as you then have to navigate the way back with Frank constantly nuzzling his nose into your hair and hoping you don't come across anything else that he might see as a threat.

He gets ridiculously possessive of you around a full moon.

You lightly jog up the stairs but realise too late that was a silly idea as now he's chasing you to the door, caging you up against it growling something that sounds a lot like mine, while you try your damndest to fish out your keys and unlock the fucking thing before...

The door is barely shut before he's on you, hands pinning your own, teeth and tongue grazing and licking your exposed skin.

But the moon's rising, you can see the flash of silver in his eyes, and he grunts in discomfort, his brows drawing together and jaw setting hard as you both know the change is about to happen.

You'll never get used to that sound, his bones snapping and crunching as they rearrange, the whines and the pained look he gives you as with every turn the process never seems to get any less traumatic.

You'll also never get over how when it's all over, he's towering above you, immense, powerful, and all yours.

His bourbon brown eyes are still the same though, still full of unwavering devotion and hunger...

And yeah, he's huge (yes, everywhere), but he's still enough of himself to be gentle... if that's what you want. You can howl too...

Part 2!

[barblaz-arts]

Hey! Since you mentioned "Soul Eater" before, can I ask what you think about it? From the anime, from the manga (if you read it), the powers, the story in general, the ships, the chops, the humor, etc.

The anime was stunning! I love that it managed to translate the gothic but campy vibe the manga had. The soundtrack was insane too. I used to be so obsessed with Paper Moon and the second ED. Even the character OSTs like Kidd's theme and BlackStar's theme were really good, even if the lyrics didn't make a lot of sense.

The character designs and powers/fighting style for each character was soooo cool btw. The aesthetic for this whole show was just so good. Like. If Tim Burton and Doctor Seuss went and collaborated on an anime idk what I'm saying.

And the animation for the fight scenes were just mesmerizing. Bones(the animation studio) are just real damn good at what they do.

Seeing Maka fight with that giant scythe changed my life. At the time shounen rather than shoujo/slice of life anime were my thing. It was my first time seeing a female main protag for a shounen anime, that was probably one of the reasons I was as obsessed with the show as I was. I saw myself in maka for many reasons, i loved her a lot.

I had my gripes with the anime. Like. The ending was a lil weird with how they defeated Asura, but I did love that it had Maka also be a weapon. Also the fact that Crona was alive and well by the end is a nice bonus.

I vividly remember being obsessed with this scene in particular. I had such a huge crush on them lmao

Also not to like out my cringey 12 yo self, but I used to ship Crona/Kidd. Looking back it's so funny.

Soul/Maka is still one of my favorites anime ships ever tho. Ships that start off being besties that gradually turn romantic are just always gonna be my favorite i guess

Also just... Soul's dedication to always keep Maka safe was so dang sweet??? He'd catch a sword on the chest for her. He'd break her fall for her. He'd really do anything for her. Like damn...

As for the manga, yes I did read it! I think it ended when I was in high school? I followed the manga as it updated along with other mangas like Pandora Hearts and Reborn etc. Soul Eater was the only shounen I finished reading (Unless PH counts as shounen. I don't think it does...).

The direction it went with was so painful. Crona leaving Maka and going back to Medusa was my NaruSaku fallout istg. It sucks that things didn't end happily for Crona in the manga, but I still enjoyed the journey it put me through. As dark as it was, the chapter where Crona finally kills Medusa was kinda cathartic.

And although the manga didn't have weapon!Maka, i like the upgrade when she honed the abilities of her grigori soul. Maka riding scythe!Soul like Cardcaptor Sakura with her magic staff was so cool. And the way she had Soul's blade turn into piano keys and turned the black blood into a dress was kinda badass. I wish we get to see these in reboot FMA brotherhood style someday

The humor was great. My brothers and I still quote/reference a lot of the funny stuff from it. I just wish it wasn't one of those animes that can get so pervy to the point it's uncomfortable....

Anyways, loved it a lot. Sorry I probably could have talked about Kidd and BlackStar too and I love them, but this reply would be a lot longer than i have the energy to do lol. They're popular anyways. This show had one of the best female anime characters in Maka and it will probably always have a special place in my heart.

And the chops? Great as always

[loveephia]

hii ! I really luv ur writing style and omg it's so cute and sweet and HSKWJWJJAHSUVDSJ !!! ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ could I request karasuno x shy reader ? sorry if it sounds like a weird request ! ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! karasuno meeting the shy reader . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . (hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, sugawara.)

a/n: I AM SO SORRY AS TO HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO ANSWER THIS. i got the biggest writer's block, and i lost a bit of my interest in haikyū!!. slowly, but surely, it's coming back, though. THANK YOU ANON FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AND ENJOY READING!!! :D

⚠ warning/s: none.

SHŌYŌ HINATA

- i firmly believe that opposites attract

- so just know that hinata would be over the moon for you :D!!

- his outgoing personality together with your shy one, PLSSS you two would make such a cute couple

- upon first meeting, hinata was asked (by kiyoko) to try and find students who still weren't in a club, so hinata approached you first

- but when he asked you questions on if you wanted to join the volleyball club as their manager, you kept glancing off to the side, twiddling with your fingers, and sighing like you were uncomfortable

- that was hinata's little cue that maybe you weren't interested :<

- "i apologize.. i- i was already planning to join a different club." you manage to speak out with what little sanity you have left

- hinata's huge signature smile makes a way unto his own face, and you can't help but stare. "it's okay! what club were you planning to join?"

- and the conversation stems from there

- somehow, hinata just has this charm to get anyone to talk, you included ^^

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

- honestly, i can just imagine you and him staring at each other at the vending machine right outside karasuno.

- "did he just take the last box of milk?"

- "she's staring, so i'll stare too."

- then, after looking at his face for a while, you realize that hE'S ACTUALLY A TAD BIT HANDSOME.

- pls you're already weak around normal people, and he just so happens to be some kinda ikemen 😞

- a small peachy blush forms on your cheeks, and you decide that you can just get a new milk box at a different vending machine

- you shuffle away as quickly as possible, but you're interrupted with a: "hey."

- you turn around and see him walking toward you

- "no, no, no, no! is he mad? did i stare at him for too long???"

- "here." kageyama gives you some change, "i notice that you come here every day to get the same drink, but it looks like i took the last one."

- as you watch him walk away, you stare at the change now in your hands

- he was.. nice.

KEI TSUKISHIMA

- get out ☹️

- if i ever got sucked into the hq world, i'm avoiding tsukishima like the plague.

- you two are friends (somehow??) and normally, he'd watch you try to start a conversation with other schoolmates every day

- after your failed attempt at making new friends, tsukishima kinda teases you and.. comforts you??

- "maybe it'll turn out better next time if you actually maintained eye contact." he pats your head

- nvm it was a whole roast.

- you sigh at his words, looking disappointed, and he happens to notice

- "i'll buy you some shortcake if it makes you stop looking so gloomy." and gracefully at that, you nod, ecstatic :D!!

- to your schoolmates, you're the shy girl at the back of the class

- to tsukishima, you're everything and more

KOUSHI SUGAWARA

- you bumped into him while trying to run to the teacher's faculty to submit some papers

- and as you're on the floor, in a daze about what just happened, a sweet voice pulls you outta your thoughts

- you look up and see a boy lending you his own hand. "are you okay?" he asks

- "he's so handsome..!" you thought, taking his hand and getting pulled up

- "y- yes, i'm okay." you say, kneeling down to pick up the papers you dropped as the boy does the same. you can't help but glance at his face a few times

- "what's your name?"

- "y/n l/n. and yours..?"

- "you can call me sugawara." he hands you the papers he picked up with a smile, and you bow to thank him

- as you walk to the faculty room, back on the initial route, you can't help but think about your interaction with sugawara

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[slavonicrhapsody]

Hello there huge fan of your blog and wasnted to get your thoughts on something, if that's ok! In one of the glintstone sorceries' descriptions there's a quote that goes "the moon and the stars will be together no more" hinting at why Rennala and the academy had a falling out. This led me to wondering about the title of Radahn, Starscourge. Is it possible that Radahn went into gravity magic not just bc of Leonard but bc of wanting to control the stars, the power of his mother's enemies? Thank you in advance!

Hello! Yes, I’ve definitely had the thought that Radahn might have had some beef with the glintstone sorcerers… but first, I think there are a ton of layers to this question to pick apart. WARNING: this became extremely long and meandering and I ended up answering several questions that have nothing to do with your question at all. SORRY! I hope it’s still interesting.

Anyway, as you say, the description of Carian retaliation reads,

“One of the sorceries of the Carian royal family. Swing your staff to dispel incoming sorceries and incantations, using their power to retaliate with glintblades. This was the Carian royal family's secret means to prepare against the disloyalty of the academy. The moon and stars would one day go their separate ways.”

The Carians were prepared for the event of the Academy rebelling against them… perhaps the Carian astrologers predicted this fate within the stars, or perhaps they knew not everyone at the Academy embraced Rennala’s teachings. The Lazuli Conspectus robe description also portrays the moon and stars as being two separate factions within the Academy: “Robe worn by scholars of the Lazuli Conspectus, singular among the greater Raya Lucaria Academy. These scholars, who sought to master Carian sorcery, instead learned to see the moon as equal to the stars. This robe, in the hue of the full moon, signifies their heresy.” The word “heresy” implies that other glintstone sorcerers of the Academy still viewed the stars as supreme even while Rennala was in charge.

Perhaps the biggest controversy between the Carians and the Academy was the matter of the primeval current sorcerers. Sellen tells us that Azur, Lusat, and herself were banished from the Academy “for attempting to restore the primeval current of glintstone sorcery.” She goes on to say, “The toothless pedantry peddled by the Carian royal family can rot for all I care. I want glintstone sorceries that open our minds, unbound by terrestrial taboos.” As we later find out, Sellen had been turning sorcerers into a Graven Masses which are “seeds of stars” created by primeval current sorcerers, and they became “a nightmare that would continue to haunt the academy.” According to the Graven Mass talisman, “The primeval current is a forbidden tradition of glintstone sorcery. To those who cleave to its teachings, the act of collecting sorcerers to fashion them into the seeds of stars is but another path of scientific inquiry.” It can be inferred that the primeval current sorcerers were expelled from the Academy under the leadership of Rennala because they were using other sorcerers in their grotesque experiments (Could Rennala have also used this as a perfect opportunity to solidify her hold on the Academy and eliminate sorcerers who didn’t agree with her leadership? Maybe!).

Now, what I believe connects this matter to Radahn specifically is two details. The first is Lusat’s imprisonment. Sellen tells us that after his banishment from the Academy, Lusat “languishes, imprisoned somewhere” and gives us a glintstone key that will let us cross the barrier “that keeps Master Lusat confined.” Later, she tells us that she heard Lusat had returned to Sellia, his home, after his banishment, and that she got the glinstone key off of a Sellian sorcerer. What this tells me is that after returning home to Sellia, Lusat was not welcomed, but imprisoned by the sorcerers there, his staff taken away... which means that the sorcerers in Sellia probably heard of Lusat’s crimes, and by imprisoning him are siding with the Carian royal family. We know that a young Radahn came to Sellia to study gravity sorceries from the Remembrance of the Starscourge, and from a Caelid sword monument, that “Radahn alone holds Sellia secure, and stands tall, to shatter the stars.” All of this points to some kind of relationship between Sellia and the Carian royals, and a hostility towards the primeval current sorcerers.

The second detail connecting the Carian-primeval current feud to Radahn is Jerren’s mission. Jerren is essentially Radahn’s right hand man. According to Iji, Jerren had made “an old promise” to get rid of “a longstanding Carian weed.” After Radahn is granted an honorable death, Jerren is now able to leave Redmane Castle to hunt down Sellen, a longtime thorn in the Carians’ side. Jerren came to serve Radahn “after spending time as a guest of the Carian royals,” and is loyal to the family through and through. Jerren was probably distracted from the goal of getting rid of Sellen when he and Radahn fought in the Shattering war, but I wonder if in the past, Radahn had also viewed Sellen as a personal enemy?

Since Radahn seems to be surrounded by people who oppose the sorcerers of the primeval current and uphold the decrees of the Carian royals, it makes sense for him to have felt this way himself. Did this influence his decision to challenge the stars, though? It’s possible, but I have two caveats toward the idea that he wanted to seize the power of his family’s enemies: one, even though the “moon and stars” are often positioned as two separate factions, the stars are still the origin of all glintstone sorcery, and the stars also “alter the fate of the Carian royal family,” who were not just sorcerers but astrologers — those who study fate within the stars… so the stars are still quite important to the Carians, and Radahn would know this. Two, it’s kind of unclear to me how halting the stars’ movement might have hindered the primeval sorcerers from achieving their goals… Sellen never seems to consider this to be a problem for her, only mentioning the halting of the stars when asked about Ranni’s destiny:

“The stars alter the fate of the Carian royal family. And the fate of your mistress, Ranni. But long ago, General Radahn challenged the swirling constellations, and in a crushing victory, arrested their cycles. Now, he is the force that repulses the stars. If General Radahn were to die, the stars would resume their movement. And so, too, would Ranni's destiny.”

Sellen doesn’t seem particularly personally inconvenienced by the stars being frozen, and in fact, the stars resuming their movement actually threatens her life: Iji says that “a certain sorceress has been dispossessed of her immortality,” and Sellen says that “A star has fallen, and my fortunes waver. someone may come for my life.” I think what this might mean is that back in the day, Sellen divined her fate by reading the stars (possibly with the help of Seluvis, since this was his official job, and we know he also helped her make a new body?), and she saw her own death… and now the only thing keeping her fate from coming to pass is the fact that the stars aren’t moving, so she’s functionally immortal. But that’s beside the point.

To understand Sellen’s goals, let’s look at what the primeval current actually is and consider the goals of the primeval sorcerers. The Founding Rain of Stars sorcery reads,

“The eldest primeval sorcery, said to have been discovered by an ancient astrologer. A sorcery of legendary status. […] Thought to be the founding glintstone sorcery. The glimpse of the primeval current that the astrologer saw became real, and the stars' amber rained down on this land.”

Sellen explains to us that the “stars’ amber” is glintstone:

“Our powers draw upon the powers embedded in glintstone, but what is the nature of such power? Glintstone is the amber of the cosmos; golden amber contains the remnants of ancient life and houses its vitality, while glintstone contains residual life. And thus, the vitality of the stars. It should not be forgotten that glintstone sorcery is the study of the stars and the life therein.”

The primeval current is the source of all glintstone and all glintstone sorcery. The last line can also be read as a dig at Rennala and her lunar magic. We know Sellen intends to “restore” and “hone” the primeval current, and with Azur and Lusat’s bodies to help her, “we, fallen children of the stars, shall beam with brilliance once again.” But what does Sellen mean by this? Why must the primeval current be “restored”? I have absolutely no idea. But what I can say is that primeval current sorcerers create graven masses in order to form “seeds of stars.” Azur and Lusat’s bodies, which Sellen needs to hone the primeval current, are near inorganic, turned into glintstone, each of them “nigh a child of the stars.” Then, Sellen’s quest culminates in her becoming part of a graven mass herself. It seems that the primeval current sorcerers are taking the idea of the inherent life within stars, and are attempting to BECOME stars themselves in order to become a part of or expand the primeval current… although this doesn’t seem to work out for Sellen in the end.

Anyway, all of this is to say that there’s heaps of evidence showing how the movement of the stars affects fortune and fate and the practice of astrology, but there doesn’t seem to be any direct evidence of an effect on the primeval current. It’s still possible that Radahn’s actions could have hindered the primeval current in some way, but I just can’t find any dialogue that suggests this. Of course, Radahn could have simply thought that halting the stars might thwart the primeval current sorcerers and in reality he ended up shooting his own family in the foot, but that’s pure speculation. If this were true, it would certainly be poetic! Personally, I still think Radahn’s reasons had much to do with Sellia and wanting to prove himself a hero, but I absolutely see merit to this idea.

[thepaperpanda]

A Herbal Soup || Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: the talent you possess in the kitchen gets complimented by Thorin during a stopover in Rivendell.

Warnings: none

Word count: 575

Author: Rouge

A/N: today’s prompt: Dinner Cooking

The journey to the Lonely Mountain was far from easy - you had to face trolls, orcs, spiders, and other foul creatures you never knew existed.

During the quest, you questioned your motives and the fact you agreed to help Gandalf - you were only a human and could add only the skill of wielding a sword; you even hacked heads of a few orcs.

The company was fortunate to have made it to Rivendell where you all could have rested upright for the first time since several days ago. On the night when Gandalf sought Elrond's assistance, you joined the Dwarves at their small campfire while Elrond was translating the Moon-letters on Thrór's Map.

“Have you seen Thorin?” You asked Kíli after taking place by his side.

He nodded while biting into food he held in his hand. "Yes. In fact, he went with Elrond and Gandalf."

Nodding, you immersed yourself in one of Balin's tales. After feeling a little hungry, and since the food the Dwarves had acquired a taste for was not something you longed for, you got up and went to ask the Elves for a cauldron and some herbs. The Elves agreed to let you use their kitchen after hearing your request; it was a blessing and you felt honored. You chopped carrots, celery, and some parsley and its leaves, and added a few potatoes, herbs, and spices to a pot over the fire. You smiled at yourself as you inhaled the herbal smell of the soup you were making.

A sudden question asked in a deep tone echoed from the walls of the kitchen, "What are you doing, Y/N?"

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at Thorin as he entered the chamber. "I'm cooking soup. Would you like to try it?"

As Thorin got closer, he simply nodded.

A spoon was passed to him and you shifted aside so he could get closer to the pot.

He gathered some liquid on the spoon, then he blew at it a few times and slipped the spoon past his lips. Seconds later, he smiled, "It's really tasty, Y/N. I never thought soup without meat could taste so good. Perhaps I'd add something spicy to it."

"Can you peel a big onion and a few peppers for me?" You asked. "Is everything okay?"

Thorin nodded, doing what you've asked him to. “In some way, yes. Elrond read the Moon-letters, which said: ‘Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole’, so we are running out of time since Durin's Day is just around the corner,” Thorin said as he passed you the onion and started to chop the peppers.

Over the fire, you fried the onion until it turned golden, then added it to the soup, followed by the peppers. “I’m sure we’ll get to the right place on time, Thorin. Be of good cheer.”

Thorin only listened to you, his expression remained unchanged as he grabbed some peppercorns and threw them into the pot.

Thorin helped you clean the kitchen and threw away the peeling while remaining quiet.

As soon as the soup was ready, you let him try it.

Thorin looked at you after tasting the broth. "It's very tasty, and I take it as a huge compliment from a carnivore," he said. "Who would have thought humans are capable of cooking so well?"

[grandestheart]

𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - grayson x lyra

request from @mariamluv

-.- It was three am. Lyra kane was searching the Hawthorne island mansion for any clues for the game. She shouldn’t be up this late, all contestants were supposed to head back to there respective rooms at eleven, but most nights, Lyra would sneak out to look, it was the only time she could search without the other players on her tail.

She shone the flashlight around the hallway. The Hawthorne mansion was gorgeous, it had beautiful gilded hallways, and chandeliers decked with crystals. Her socks gently padded down the hallway until she stopped at a door. It had no decorations, it was just a tall, dark wood door. It immediately looked out of place. Lyra rested her hand against the gold door knob, and pushed it open.

The door creaked open. The room was dark, the only light came from a small window the moon shine through. In the middle of the room, a huge grand piano stood. Lyra walked towards it, she ran her fingers against the edge. She hadn’t played piano in years, the last time she had played was when she was at her dads. Before he’d died. Positioning herself onto the stool, lyra pushed the piano cover open.

Slowly, her muscle memory started to kick in, her hands started playing the keys. She let memorys flood back to her, her and her father sat at his barely working piano, him teaching her how to play chords. Some days, she wanted nothing more to be with him for just one more minute. The song slowed to a stop, and lyras eyes opened, she took deep breaths, trying to gather herself.

Somebody cleared their throat behind him, Lyra spun around. It was the gamemaster, grayson. “Gamemaster, what are you doing here?” She hurriedly, pushed closed the piano. “I could ask you the same thing, you’re not supposed to be here.” Lyra walked towards him, “I- I was just looking for clues, sir.” Grayson nodded. “You play beautifully.” Lyra was taken aback, “what are you talking about?” Grayson ignored her and made his way to the piano. “The piano. You play it beautifully.” Grayson lifted up the cover, “oh, I- uh thank you Grayson.” “You know, this used to be just outside my room.”

His room? Like in his castle in Texas? “This piano?” Lyra raised an eyebrow, “yes,” Grayson turned towards her, would you like to play with me?” It couldn’t hurt, Lyra shrugged, “sure.” Grayson sat at the piano, gesturing Lyra to join him. “So,” she asked, “what can you play?” Graysons face stayed serious, “anything, just play something and I’ll join in.” Ok… Lyra started to play random notes, practically composing her own song, soon enough, Grayson joined in, quietly humming under his breath. When the song finished, Grayson turned to her, his mouth only inches away from hers. “How did you learn to play?” Grayson asked her with the slight tilt of his head. Lyra look down, “my dad taught me.” She looked up at Grayson. “When he was alive. Obviously." She felt a single tear run down her cheek, and then another.

Grayson lifted his hand to her face, "I-im sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Lyra backed away from Grayson, “no it’s ok, you didn’t know.” Grayson wiped the tears away from her cheek, he cupped her face. He isn’t going to kiss me is he? But he did, he leaned towards her and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was gentle and rough at the same time. Lyra kissed him back her two hands came to rest on his chest. Grayson broke the kiss first, but he didn’t push her away, he pulled her into his chest, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.

They spent the rest of the night in the piano room, Grayson only left to prepare for the next day of the game. The next morning, it was like the night before never happened.

-.-

[sacredjake]

To Be Loved By You

pairing: sam kiszka x reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, pining, fluff, drinking. let me know if i missed anything

i’ve gone back and forth on this fic and almost wasn’t going to post it, but here we are. this fic is very, very loosely based off the song To Be Loved By You by Parker McCollum. every time i heard it i just had this vision in my head for some reason and needed it out :) huge thank you to @malany-gvf and @gretasimp for proofreading and editing <3

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“So? What do you think?”

The words bounced around in your head, creating a hollow echo against your brain. You should be ecstatic, over the moon, jumping with joy. Part of you was, but another part of you just felt sad. And you hated yourself for it.

“Oh my god… Is it that bad?!” Seth’s panicked words brought you back from the corner in your mind where you had been hiding away.

“Oh no! No! Seth, it’s perfect. Em is going to absolutely freak and say yes. Honestly, you planned the perfect proposal and I am so excited for you both!” You quickly shoved your sadness deep down to reassure him that his engagement proposal to your best friend is perfect.

And it was. Seth had everything planned out exactly as you would expect, so when your best friend, Emily, said “yes” you were not surprised in the slightest. You were extremely happy for them both, but it also loomed over you as a reminder of how awful your own love life was.

You had never been in a serious relationship and every date you went on was an utter disaster. The guy was either a creep, or wasn’t interested in actually dating. After so many years of your closest friends falling in love and getting married, you were starting to turn bitter and sad about the subject of love entirely.

“Ugh, Sam, you should’ve seen it. It was absolutely perfect, and of course she said yes because I mean, how could she not?!” You exasperate over the phone to your best friend as you walk inside your apartment and drop your keys on the kitchen counter.

“And the way he looked at her? My god he looked at her like she was the only woman to ever walk the earth. And when she said yes? I just can’t even take it anymore. I am beyond happy for her, I am, but when is it gonna be my turn? When am I going to fall in love? When am I going to have a guy look at me like I am the only woman to ever exist?”

Sam gave you a hefty sigh from the other end of the phone as you continued to ramble and pity yourself, voice beginning to crack from the heavy emotions you felt.

You made your way through your apartment towards your bathroom to get ready for bed, petting your cat who lay on the armrest of the couch along the way.

“C’mon y/n, stop talking like that. There are tons of guys out there who would fall at your feet if you so much as glanced their way. Maybe your time is coming soon.” Sam effectively cut off your rambling, but his words of optimism didn’t help. If anything they drove you closer to tears.

As you entered the bathroom, you could feel your throat closing and water starting to prickle in your eyes, your chest tightening with hurt and sorrow. You shut the door with your back pressed against the wood and slide down the length of it until you were sitting on the cool tile.

“Don’t say that to me, Sam. Please. I’ll only get my hopes up for nothing to happen. Constantly reminded that I’m unloved.” You choked back a sob trying not to cry to your best friend on the phone. You have done enough of that these days.

Sam has heard and seen it all. He was the person you were able to go to with these things because unlike all of your other friends, he was single. He knew what it felt like to be lonely and want someone to share things with. But my god was he so optimistic and hopeful with you, always ensuring that there was someone out there for you.

“You are not unlovable, Angel. Far from it. You just need to… I don’t know… gain a new perspective on things?” His nickname for you caused another round of sobs to wrack through your body. It wasn’t often that he called you Angel anymore, but when he did it was always in situations like this. When you needed it most.

He sounded sad and longing, but you were too wrapped up in your own pity to even notice. It stayed silent for a few moments while you tried to pull it together, Sam giving you time to gather yourself.

“I think I’m going to go to bed. Could you do me a favor?”

“Anything for you, Angel.”

“Could you be my plus one for this wedding? I know I will be in the bridal party, but I don’t think I can stomach it without you.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes once again as you spoke.

“I would love to be your plus one. I’ll be there.” His voice was soft and gentle, calming your emotions once again. You took a deep breath and stood from your place on the ground.

“Thank you, Sam. I appreciate you so much.” You gave a slight smile even though he couldn’t see you.

“Anytime, Angel. I’m always here. Get some rest, okay? Goodnight.” You could picture the look on his face perfectly in your mind. Eyes and smile soft and warm on his face as he bid you goodnight.

“Goodnight, Sam.” Ending the call and you continued your regular nightly routine, but still feeling weighed down by your own heart, the sadness lingering. You knew eventually it would subside, but tonight was another night in which you would fall asleep alone, wishing for the comfort of another.

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As the months passed on, Emily had asked you to be a bridesmaid, as you had suspected she would. You were thrilled to be a part of her big day in this way, but being a bridesmaid also meant you were constantly talking about wedding things and love. Which songs they will play, what song they wanted their first dance as a married couple to be, what kind of cake and flowers and decorations they would have. It was exhausting.

By the time the wedding rolled around you were grateful the whole ordeal was going to be over. Part of it was the stress of having bridesmaid responsibilities, but the other was because it was a constant reminder that you were alone. All of the other bridesmaids were either taken or married which didn’t help the resentment towards love that you were beginning to feel after months of helping plan this wedding. Not that you would ever let it show around them or Em, but you couldn’t wait to be out from under its crushing weight.

You vented to Sam about the wedding and how you felt, frequently. You would have felt bad constantly burdening him with your emotions had you been able to see past them. He never faltered and always seemed willing to listen and give advice. You were thankful that you had him, and even more thankful that he still agreed to come with you to the wedding.

“Alright people! It’s showtime!” Em’s sister, Audrey gathered the attention of the bridal party, signaling that the wedding was about to begin. You walked over to Em one last time before finding your place among the other bridesmaids.

“Congratulations, Em. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I am so happy for you.” You lightly grasped her shoulders as you spoke. Tears began to well in both of your eyes and deciding neither of you could afford to ruin your makeup now you added with a pointed finger, “And if Seth ever hurts you, I will kick his ass.” Causing you both to laugh lightly.

“I know you will, y/n. I know you will.” She shook her head giggling slightly. You let go of her shoulder to give her a tight hug, basking in each other for a moment. You pulled away from Em giving her a soft smile before joining the other bridesmaids to begin the wedding procession.

As you joined the groomsman you had been paired with and marched down the aisle, you searched for Sam. His eyes found yours in the crowd of people sitting in the pews and he shot you a smile and wink, earning a smile from you in return.

The way Seth watched Em walk down the aisle pulled on your heart, drawing it near your stomach. His eyes were solely focused on her, tears threatening to break through as she approached closer with every step. You longed for someone to look at you that way, to love you that deeply and strongly.

The ceremony was beautiful and filled with tears from all throughout the church. You cheered loudly as the newlyweds walked out to their awaiting car to be swept off towards the reception venue. Eventually you were able to find Sam among the sea of people leaving their places in the pews.

“Thank you for coming, Sam.” You greeted him with a hug and bright smile, though he could see the sadness that held your eyes. He immediately wrapped his arms around your frame, hugging you close with his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. He was intoxicating. His warmth, his smell, his touch, everything about him soothed you and drew you in.

“Anything for you, always.” He squeezes you tightly before letting go. Gesturing you to walk outside, you followed his direction out of the church and into the warm spring air.

“Nice suit, I didn’t know you could clean up this well.” You nodded to his outfit of choice. He was wearing a deep red blazer and dress pants set that complimented his skin well. You ran your hand down the sleeve of his blazer feeling the crushed red velvet beneath your fingers.

“Not so bad yourself. I think fuschia suits you.” He nodded his head back towards you and gave you a wink. You wrinkled your nose and pretended to gag at his words.

“Please, you know I hate the color pink.”

“You never listen, huh? This isn’t just pink, it’s fuschia.” Sam huffed jokingly. Shaking your head you lightly shoved his shoulder with your hand, barely pushing him away from you.

“It’s still a shade of pink, dummy.” You looked around and noticed that most of the guests had cleared out of the vicinity, more than likely heading to the reception hall. “We should probably get going though. Mind if I ride with you to the reception? I rode with Audrey here.”

“Not at all. This way, milady.” Sam held his arm out for you to loop yours through, guiding you to his car. Your time with Sam didn’t last long, as you had to perform your last bridesmaid duty. Pictures.

You didn’t mind this aspect of being a bridesmaid, it was just extremely tedious, and you were not a fan of having your picture taken. You were relieved when the photographer announced that they would be taking pictures of the newlyweds and you were free to join the guests in the reception hall.

As you walked into the open ballroom you began scanning the area for Sam, finding him sitting at a table with his back to you, in what looked to be a deep conversation with a girl. She was laughing at something he said with her hand on his upper arm, leaning in closer to him. You instantly felt anger bubbling inside of you, rising up to your face. You couldn’t explain why you felt this way, but you were definitely feeling an odd tinge of jealousy. Deciding to bypass Sam and the girl, you walked straight to the bar to order a drink. Thank god Em and Seth insisted on having an open bar, you were going to need the liquor.

As you waited in line, you felt a hand gently land on the backside of your tricep. Turning your head slightly you were met with Sam’s face looking down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips. You offered the best smile you could muster, shoving the ugly green monster back into his little box and turned back to face the bar.

Sam still felt the shift in your mood as you turned away from him without a word. He dropped his hand from your arm, and opted to not bring it up in fear that it would only upset you further.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender looked up from the current order they were working on as you approached the bar.

“Can I have a jack and coke, please?” Sam glanced at you, eyebrows raised in surprise at the drink you ordered. You didn’t drink jack and coke unless you were planning on getting drunk, fast, and he knew it.

“And for you?” The bartender looked towards Sam waiting to fill his order.

“Tequila soda, please.” The bartender got to work on your drinks as you and Sam stood in silence. In a few moments you both had your drinks and were heading back towards the table you saw Sam sitting at with the girl earlier. Although, this time she was nowhere to be found.

“Drinking heavy tonight?” Sam nodded his head towards the drink in your hand as you sat down, taking a sip of your jack and coke.

“I figured I’d need something stronger than my usual to get me through tonight.” You shrugged, taking another sip. You weren’t sure it was even possible, but his eyes softened more at your reply. He rested his hand on your knee and gave it a light squeeze. Even through the fabric of your dress, your skin felt warm under his touch.

His hand didn’t linger for long as he picked up his glass and tilted it towards yours. “Then drink we shall.” He gently knocked his glass against yours before lifting it to his lips.

The night went on, and Sam helped lift your mood as toasts were made, food was served and drinks were downed. You were definitely feeling slightly drunk from the rounds of drinks you frequently got, and that helped to soothe the sting of heartache. However, your mood quickly turned sour once again as the cake was being cut and the couple shared their first dance as husband and wife.

“Why can’t I have that? Look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes… I want someone to love me like that.” You sighed, chin resting on your arm that was draped over the back of your chair. “No one has ever looked at me that way. No one has ever wanted me that way.” You cast your eyes down to the empty drink in your hand and sighed again.

“I’m going to get another drink.”

You stood, earning a huff from Sam as you set the glass on the table. His large hand wrapped around your wrist as you began to leave, stopping you in your tracks. You turned back to face him, shooting him a questioning look, eyebrows raised.

“I think you’ve had enough, y/n.” Sam’s voice was stern as his downturned eyes bore into your own. You scoffed at him. Anger seeped into your body, boiling in your veins. Who was he to cut you off?

“Excuse me?” You bit back at him, tone venomous as you tried to pull your wrist from his grasp to no avail. He wasn’t budging, his hand like a vice around your wrist.

Still holding onto you he rose out of his seat coming face to face with you. “God, how blind are you?!” His voice was hushed so as to not draw attention, but his tone was cutting, teeth clenched. You stared at him, eyes wide, confused and not daring to speak. You had never seen Sam so angry before, and especially not so quickly.

“You don’t see it, do you? Of course you don’t, you’re so self-absorbed in your own sorrow to even notice.” His hand finally let go of your wrist at his last word slicing through the air. You stood there shocked and shaking from anger.

“What the hell are you-“

“Forget it, y/n.” Sam shook his head before he stormed off towards the exit of the reception hall. You stood there for just a moment as he walked by before you turned on your heel and stormed after him. Thankfully no one noticed the interaction between the two of you as they were all watching the happy couple dance.

Sam exited the hall through a small door that led out into the foyer of the building with you hot on his heels. The room was dark, only being lit from the moon and lightning flashes as a thunderstorm rolled in. “Go away, y/n. Leave me alone.” He spat as he continued to walk towards the exit of the building, crossing the room quickly due to the stride of his long legs.

“No! What the hell are you talking about?! Why are you so angry?” You practically yelled and he stopped in his tracks, one hand resting on each of the giant double doors that lead outside. He shook his head and gave a cold, mirthless laugh as a flash of lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the mostly empty room for a short, fleeting moment.

“That’s exactly it! Don’t you get it? You don’t even realize!” He pushed away from the door, turning back to walk towards you.

“Realize what, Sam?!”

“What the hell does a man have to do to be loved by you?!” He stopped in front of you, his face less than a foot from your own, breaths coming out heavy and uneven. His tone was angry and frantic, but his face was sad and pleading. Desperate, wanting. Begging.

“Tell me! Enlighten me, please! What do I have to do for you to love me back?!” You felt your entire body turn cold and rigid as Sam confessed his love to you, a small gasp hung in the back of your throat.

“You always come to me crying. Angry. Longing… And it kills me everytime! I hate seeing you cry. I hate knowing that when we hang up you cry yourself to sleep because I know you hate sleeping alone. I am in agony over you, constantly. So what do I have to do?” His voice was as pleading as his eyes this time. All of him begging for you to see him. To love him. To love him the way he loved you. You began to feel your throat and chest tighten as tears pricked your eyes.

“What more do I need to do to show you that you are loved? That I love you?! That I have always loved you? You want someone to look at you like that? I do. I have always been right. here.” He punctuated the last two words with anger and sorrow causing you to blink as they flew from his mouth.

“Sam, I- I never-“ You began to speak, but Sam cut you off.

“You never what? Noticed?” He spat, causing you to recoil slightly and take a step back as you nodded your head.

“You never noticed because you’re too busy watching happy couples and feeling sorry for yourself! Maybe if you looked at me, you would’ve noticed I’ve been looking at you. Waiting for you.” You stood still letting what he said sink in. He was right. You had been so self-absorbed that you didn’t realize Sam had been there all along.

Every bad date, every phone call, all the times you cried to him and he would suggest there was someone out there who loved you, that your time for love was maybe around the corner. While you had been waiting for love, he had been waiting for you. Waiting for you to notice him. To love him.

Tears uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks as you stood there in silence, staring at one another while lightning illuminated the room more frequently, the storm approaching faster. Sam instantly softened at the sight of tears littering your face, beginning to smear your makeup.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Please don’t cry, Angel.” He sighed, raising his hands up to your cheeks to pat away the tears as they continued to fall, not wanting to ruin your makeup any further.

“No, Sam, you’re right. I’ve only been thinking of myself. All I ever do is talk about my feelings and what’s wrong with me and my love life. Not only have I been a terrible friend, but I’ve also been missing what's right in front of me.” You brought your hand to lay over his, leaning your face into his touch and closing your eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I truly don’t deserve you in any way.”

“Hey, don’t do that. Look at me, Angel.” He lifted his hand from your face to skirt his fingers down your cheek to the underside of your jaw and finally stopped under your chin, angling your face up to his. His other hand dropped to your hip, resting lightly. Your eyes fluttered open instantly being met with his milk chocolate irises, a smile growing on his face.

“Hi.” He breathed out as his hand under your chin fell to rest on your other hip, holding you close to him.

“Hey.” It came out as a broken whisper, barely audible, even to your own ears.

“I’m going to kiss you now. Okay?” His breath fanned across your face while he spoke, and you nodded your head giving him permission. His right hand snaked up from your waist to cradle the back of your neck as he leaned in closer, sending chills across your body. His lips were soft and gentle against your own, and you found yourself melting into him. The kiss only lasted a few moments before he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and sighing, eyes still shut. You felt as though you were frozen in time, stuck like this for an eternity, overtaken by his presence. His intoxicating, woodsy smell mixed with a hint of cologne, the way his hands felt on you, how beautiful he was with his eyes closed, and content.

“Sam?”

His eyes met yours at the mention of his name being whispered into the air.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, eyes flicking between yours trying to gauge your reaction. Your hand found purchase on his cheek, cupping the left side of his face.

“Kiss me again?”

“Anything for you, Angel.” A smile stretched across his face before he leaned in once again to kiss you. His lips met yours, gliding against your own with a feeling of something deeper behind this kiss than the first. It was more passionate, hungry even. His tongue swept across your bottom lip eliciting a sigh from you which Sam swallowed down as he took the opportunity to let his tongue roam the inside of your mouth, trailing along the roof. Your brain finally catching up, your tongue met his. Sam’s fingers dug into your waist at the feeling of your tongues dancing against one another, and pulled you impossibly closer.

He pulled away again, this time bringing his lips to your ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you. What do you say we get out of here?” His breathing was labored and heavy against your skin sending tingles throughout your body.

“I’d like that very much.” You beamed, Sam taking your hand in his and leading you out into the stormy night where rain was pouring from the heavens, effectively soaking you both from head to toe. Without a care for the rain falling from the sky, Sam stopped abruptly using his grasp on your hand to pull you into him, kissing you for a third time that night, his lips spreading into a smile mid-kiss.

“Sam, what’re you doing? We’re going to get soaked out here.” You smiled into the kiss as well, a giggle bubbling past your lips.

“Just wanted to kiss you in the rain is all.” He pushed the strands of damp hair out of your face with both of his large hands, peppering it with kisses as he did so causing you to erupt into a fit of laughter.

“Think we could do this in your car? I kinda have to return this dress.” You laughed as you felt a shiver begin at the top of your skull and travel down your spine, making your whole body shake. Sam shrugged his blazer off and draped it around your shoulders, smiling at you sweetly, although it didn’t do much as it was already wet and cold from the weather. He placed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before intertwining his fingers with your own and dragging you off towards his car.

“Anything for you, Angel.”

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Werewolf!K 🎃 human!Reader

Warning: dubcon (?); masturbation; hunting; unprotected sex; Breeding kink ;public sex (?)

English is not my first language, so there may be some grammar errors

"I'm going to count to ten" was what he said before spending the next five minutes standing where he was. Kei could smell you from miles away, a recognizable figure regardless of any situation. Your heart pounding and the blood coursing through your veins was easy for the wolf to feel. big, heavy paws running into the woods just following your trail and giving you time to think about what to do, maybe even a hope that you could win this game, but he was better than that, and you knew more than anyone what he was capable of doing just to find you.

Your feet were wobbling, you went inside, avoiding looking back, so you wouldn't lose your rhythm or have any risk of falling, heart beating hard in your chest. Your body wanting to falter, sweaty, tired, you thought you would no longer be able to run and tried to hide. Close to where the dense forest ended, closer to the edge of the lake, there were some stones on which you stepped carefully and got in the middle, hiding, your body hot, shivering, you felt the thin water run down and wet your shoes, but you remained as silent as possible, because you knew he was waiting.

You were sneaking through the crack in the rocks looking for Kei, when a human hand covered your mouth, startling you, yellow eyes turning brown and then he smiled.

"I got you darling" the hoarse voice echoed through your ears making small tears form on the sides of your eyes and your body wanted to get rid of him, which obviously didn't work due to the force three times greater than hers "there's no point in running away, now You have something to give me, by right"

Kei stuck his hand directly into your clothes, going down to your intimacy, the other hand still in your mouth stopping you from screaming, then touching your entire vulva, feeling you wet, despite your shaking legs, there were things going through your head from the moment that he told you to run a few minutes ago.

"Is that the kind of thing you like?" He asked, fingering your entrance to receive your juice and moving up to your clit, circling it "it's already all wet waiting for me"

Kei pressed your body against the stone and pushed your legs with his knee, leaving you open to him, keeping his fingers circling and pressing your intimacy. You pulsing around nothing, already in need of having him inside you, little by little the murmurs became moans, your body melting against the stone wanting more than some good stimulation.

"You give in so easily" he takes his hand away from your mouth and wraps his fingers around your neck, putting a pleasant pressure on it "you want my huge cock inside you huh?"

His voice gives you goosebumps, the soft and threatening tone makes you pulse and sigh his name back, inviting him to enter.

"Yes…please" you asked softly, in fact you pleaded, feeling his hand let go of your neck and slide down your body, past your covered breasts, squeezing and caressing it down to the hem of your pants, with the help of both hands. He removed it and let it slide down to her ankle.

"I'm going to destroy your little pussy then" Kei unbuttoned his pants, pulling his dick out, making firm back and forth movements and then he approached you, with your legs open for him, Kei fit his dick over your entrance and He entered, making you whimper, he was too much, too big, his swollen cock splitting you and the light of the full moon illuminating the two of you hidden behind some rocks. "So sweet to me"

Kei held your hips to keep you and began to rise, fucking you, consistent movement, starting subtle and leading to violence in a few seconds, the violent nature took over, as you contracted around him, moans left the desperate kei's lips, curses whispering covered by yours. Kei grabbed you so firmly that he practically lifted you off the ground, resting on the stone you felt like just an object to be used, your body broken into millions of pieces.

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight,y/n" kei swore, we used his entire toned body to keep you, taking increasingly larger proportions, returning his hand to your neck, pressing it again

“Oh my god” you whimpered, feeling everything shatter, the dry fucking and the noises of Kei’s thrusts echoing through the empty forest.

"Oh fuck" Kei moaned soon after, the sky taking over his vision as his head fell back and the thrusts made his hips beat in an animalistic way, screams leaving your lips in deep ecstasy and then your insides were filled with an extraordinary force, thus kei leaving you in the deepest mess.

[plutoswrath]

Hey Luca, how's it going? I'm really not if you've ever done this before a long time ago but now I want to know your observations on the red flags in composite. Specifically romantically, like case in point 'forget commitment, could this possibly lead to heartbreak or a tragedy full of regrets'? Just to keep in mind of them since I know we each have to give our inputs in a relationship :D

𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖙

Hello! I've written a post about 'key placements' in synastry and composite and what to look out for, you can look at it here, maybe it'll help you too! x

A reminder, that your natal chart and synastry will play a huge role in how you'll personally experience and deal with these aspects and placements! And yes it's true, regardless of certain aspects and placements in composite you can still have a succesfull and loving connection! I can confirm, the people that are basically my soulmates and the loves of my life that stuck with me through thick and thin share stereotypical 'horrible' composite with me lmao not even our synastry is that great but we lead very healthy and loving friendships <333

Disclaimer: I will focus on the WORST outcome of these aspects, if you are easily triggered by these hypothetical possibilities I'll advice you to NOT read this post! Thank you x

✦ First of all, I want to talk about Pluto in the Composite: critcal placements of and aspects to Pluto can create power struggles, mind games, secrets, paranoia, insecurities and at worst (I repeat, this is only the worst case scenario!!) forms of abuse due to that in a connection. I would say every harsh aspect to Pluto and the personal planets or the angles can feel deeply uncomfortable over time, but I will focus on a few aspecs that I want to highlight since I think they can be especially precarious in a composite chart.

✦ Moon square/Inconjunct Pluto: Will start out with this banger aspect and just straight up say that especially if Neptune and Mercury are also critcally aspected and you have 8th and 12th house placements ON TOP of that then there's going to be lots of build up emotions, trust issues, fear if re-living old trauma, assumptions, and power struggles due to that. Attachement issues. One person might be more visbly emotionally distressed due to the paranoia and feel unsafe in the relationship, the other person might withhold information/feelings and will grow the resentment quietly, but both parts will try to control the situation on their own. The advice here is to be open and upfront with feelings, to talk about worries and especially to be open with any sort of trust issues/past bad experiences you fear of resurfacing! No power plays, both partners need to be willing to be honest and be completely vulnerable. Emotions should be validated, heard and the worries of the other handled with care and grace. This aspect can harvest a lot dark and negative emotions quickly, watch out for it to not become a self fulfilling prophecy.

TW ✦ Mars square/inconjunct (would even say conjunction has the potential too) Pluto, especially if it's in a water house: The build up to the explosion might take a while, but both can probably easily feel the underlying tension. Both want to have it their way, and here, values and deep rooted fears and intenalized beliefs play a role in it. We deal here with the instinctive flight, fight or fright response, only in this case chances are high that this will be pure fight (in the passive way Pluto plots its revenge though). It can be an aggressive aspect and in my opinion way nastier than harsh aspects between Mars and Sun, because at worst (!), this can be about emotionally, mentally and physically controlling and therefore abusing the other. While Mars and Sun in negative aspects can be equally frustrating, this aspect can point and reveal to painful truths, fears and insecurities about the people involved. Lovers to enemies trope, seeing each other as a thread. I think water houses make it worse because these houses deal with our psyche and emotions, our uttermost vulnerable parts, great damage can be done here. For example if you'd have this aspect in the 4th house, your home could be a psychological battelgound. The fighting could happen at home, behind close doors, etc. END TW

✦ Sun square/inconjunct/opposite/conjunct Pluto: The theme of power and power struggles can become the core themes of the connection. Therefore this can be rally exhausting over time, both people feel like they are constantly trying each other (even if the other didn't do so) and that they can't catch a break when they're together. It's like there's always something waiting around the corner they have to tackle. One or both can be too demanding of another. If feelings fade, both might be afraid that the relationship loses its meaning and becomes too dull. This is were the constant emotional highs and intensity will show their addictive side and cause fear of the mundane, the healthy.

✦ Pluto can be tricky in every house, but I'll say in the composite I'd say the 1st, 4th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 10th and 12th house can be the most complicated ones, but it's really dependent on other aspects and influences. The 12th house especially can point to the relationship ending by some bitter truths being revealed, leading to a painful end.

✦ Neptune square/inconjunct the personal planets: Do I have to say it? You called it, it's mainly about the dellusion aspect and yes, it's necessary to acknowledge that both parties can chase a dream that might not be really found in reality. It can lead to deceiving behaviour, idealization, lying, strong disappointment and even resentment when finding out the other person/relationship is not living up to your dreams. It can also talk about trying to make the relationship work, when outer circumstances are working against it! Here, I want to mention Uranus. While Uranus in harsh aspects to the personal planets can point to on-off behaviour and feelings, I think more often it can also lead to outer circumstances forcing you to be physically apart. Due to sudden events, you might spend lots of times apart, having to rely other forms of communication and socializing to keep the connection alive.

✦ Generational planets conjunct/in close harsh aspects to Saturn: Can feel like outer circumstances breaking your foundation apart. It's not like you can't work this out, but can feel like your world is falling apart in one minute, with Saturn being nvolved the two people can feel way top defeated and pessimistic to try again or fight against outer circumstances and individual shortcomings to try again and make the connection work.

✦ Personal planets conjunct/in harsh aspect to Chiron:This doesn't have to be a dealbreaker, but given the nature of Chiron, definitely worth a mention. Especially when Moon and Venus are involved, loving each other is working through pain and healing together, Being vulnerable and intimate with each other can bring the biggest pain, but also the biggest reward. Love that feels heavy and dutiful, love that requires high amount of maturity (!). Both need to be responsible for their own pain. Being together might feel bittersweet. Similar feelings can arise with Chiron in the 8th, 7th, 12th, 1st.

✦ Black Moon Lilith being strongly present in the composite chart: I'm talking close aspects, contacts to the personal planets, the angles, NN/SN. BML can point to self destructive behavior. Two people acting out on their desires too much, indulging fully in chaotic energy without caring about the consequences. This pair might have to undergo a lot of judgement and stares from the public, which can tear them apart too. One part tries to controle the Lilith nature of the other. In general, in order to benefit from srong Lilith energy in composite and synastry both people have to respect the other and have to align their individuals powers! Disputes due to different values and ownership can occure as well with Lilith being prominent in this chart.

✦ This is not an aspect, but look at aspect patterns in your chart and potential apex planets in order to identify re-occuring themes and problems in your relationship!

✦ People often are often afraid about (personal) planets in the 12th/8th house or stelliums there, since they can indicate secrets or hiding the partner/relationship from the public, but I would digress and say that these placements grand two people extreme intimacy, the only thing I'd suggest is to always communicate, be transparent and give each other the emotional space and time to open up and grow together in a very natural and authentic way.

✦ Sun in conflicting aspects to Moon, Venus, Mars, Saturn, more so when multiple of these planets form tight, critical aspects with the Sun: Can indicate that there are just certain parts 'missing' in the connection that would lead to emotional and physical fulfillment that you need to address and work on. Again, Mars and Sun can talk about a clash of egos and pulling towards different directions, too much egocentrism, no team player mentality, lack of direction, Saturn often hints towards outer circumstances making it harder for two people to be together, both can be very pessimistic and have a hard time continuing to invest into the relationship.

✦ Having a very prominent, very afflicted Jupiter: Jupiter is the point in composite were our (shared) hopes, desires and talents come together, were we collaborate in order to create our own luck and strive for it, it's the soul of the relationship. Having Jupiter in a critical position can lead to a lack of fulfillment, we feel like our soul can't grow and expand in the relationship, uninspired to make the best out of life.

Credit: plutoswrath on tumblr, 2022. Please don't copy and repost my work.

[reyreadsandwrites]

The Promise of New York

content: Leo x named and implied daughter of hermes, childhood friends

a/n: I personally don't like writing in y/n / 2nd pov, so if you want your name in a story: send me your idea and a name and I'll try to get back to you!

warning: none, maybe one swear word?

Leo hadn’t seen Fiza in years. 

The way he left things with Fiza wasn’t his favourite memory. He’d tell himself he did what was best, even if that meant never seeing his best friend again and selfishly, he wished he’d never done it. 

They had plotted their escape down to the last minute. They would wait until everyone was asleep. They would sneak to the attic, where there was the one window that never locked - the school never checked down there anyways, and would run away into the distance. Start afresh. New York, Fiza would say with a dreamy look on her face. Yes, the one place they could be whoever they wanted. Who needed school anyways? 

So, they had decided, one crisp November night, to carry out their plan. But they didn’t take into account one thing. Dexter. 

Dexter was a scrawny kid with huge circular glasses that covered half his face and the beginnings of a whispy blond moustache. The teachers loved him. Leo didn’t. Dexter had heard their, albeit not so subtle, planning, snitched to the adults like the teacher’s pet he was and security was on high alert. 

They had made it to the attic, without notice. How Fiza managed that was a mystery to Leo; she was always good at sneaking around. Leo would often joke that she needed a bell around her, to alert him of her comings and goings. Leo followed her, his torch light blaring behind him to check for shadows in the dark. Nothing. Yet.  

“Leo, it’s locked.” Fiza whispered. The slightest hint of panic in her voice. He looked at her in confusion. 

“What are you talking about?”

“The window.” She looked back at him. “It’s locked.” 

“Are you sure?” At that, Fiza looked at him, seriously?  

Leo came to join her at their planned exit. The moon illuminating them slightly, Leo almost didn’t need the flashlight. Key word: almost. He lost his next step on something that was scattered on the floor, he wasn’t sure what, and his flashlight slipped out of his hand with a loud CRASH. 

“Did you hear that? I think I found them!” the two teens heard. Shit. 

Leo looked at Fiza in alarm. Fiza’s sweater was rolled up to her elbows as she went to work with a old bobby pin she had fished out from her backpack, trying and trying to open the newly locked window. Now, admittedly, the next bit was a blur. Leo blamed the adrenaline. All he could remember is this: Fiza managed to get the lock open in less than a minute (he was pretty sure that was her personal best), Leo had insisted she go first and as soon as Fiza was out, he told her to run.

“There’s no time, go. I’ll find a way and we’ll make it to New York. I promise.” 

Leo had never seen Fiza look so scared. He hated knowing he was behind that. With tears in her eyes, she opened her mouth to protest but before she could convince him otherwise, he slammed the window shut. One more look at the girl that had stood by him for years at this stupid boarding house, before turning to face the two security guards that had just bursted through the door. 

“Lovely night for a walk, isn't it?” He forced a smile on his face. 

The guards glared at him. “Where’s your friend?” 

“Who?”

The school had moved him to a new foster house after that. Two states over. No chance of escape this time. New York, he would think. Every night. I’ll meet you there. One day.

---

Fiza loved the idea of travel. Leo and Fiza would often lay under the stars (aka. the fluorescent lights of the student common room), tangled in each others arms (the two of them would swear up and down that this was totally platonic) and she would talk about the places she would love to visit if the circumstances were different - the Grand Canyon was always one of them. Maybe that’s why, on the bus over with his new friends, Leo's mind couldn’t help wondering back to her.

It also made complete sense for Leo’s mind to wonder back to the time they spent as he was falling faster and faster towards the water in Long Island, New York of all places. Almost like fate wanted them to meet again. He knew that was cheesy but he almost couldn't help himself.

It didn’t take long for the group of teens - his friends from the Wilderness School and the two teens that had been their extraction squad, to crash into the lake.

It didn’t take Leo long to be claimed either. He swatted the holographic image as it was fading, a thousand questions running through his mind.

“Vulcan?” He demanded. “I don’t even LIKE Star Trek. What are you talking about?”

He distantly heard Annabeth, the scary blonde who brought them from the Grand Canyon, say something about a tour. He scanned the scenery. The crowd, the woods, the cabins; trying to ground himself in his new surroundings. 

“I’ll take him.” He heard a distantly familiar voice say. Leo turned to see a girl, around his age, move forward from the crowd. “Come on, Spock. I’ll explain everything.” 

She turned around and walked towards the cabins before Leo had the chance to say anything; he jogged behind her to keep up. His body was tingling, the butterflies in his stomach were almost painful. It was Fiza, he was sure of it. 

Leo had never forgotten Fiza. Not her short, dark hair that the other girls she was friends with begged her to keep long. Not the twinkle in her eyes when she would have the best idea ever; all of Fiza’s ideas be it a small prank on Dexter or an idea for her latest history project were the best idea ever. Not even the promise he had made her. Now he was here, with a girl walking in front of him who was trying to explain the idea of Greek gods and heroes and he wasn’t listening. He probably should be but he couldn’t cause it was her. 

It was his Fiza. The same girl who stuck with him because she thought he was funny when the rest of the school called him weird. The same girl who let him talk her ear out even when she wasn’t in the mood because she said she liked listening to his voice. The same girl who would keep every trinket or handmade ring (Fiza loved rings) that Leo would make out of scraps they had nicked from the woodwork classroom at their old boarding house. 

“Fizzy?” He just about croaked out, his voice catching in his throat. He stopped in his tracks praying to his new found father that she would recognise his old nickname for her. Praying that she had thought of him even a fraction of how often he had thought of her. 

She turned and smiled. That same Fiza smile that would pull him out of a bad mood in almost an instant. The relief and recognition in her eyes took the breath out of his lungs. “I wasn’t sure if you remembered.” 

But how could he forget? 

a/n: yes, I did steal one of Will's lines from tlh but still, thanks for reading!

[myheartalivewrites]

A VERY INCOMPLETE LIST (PART 2)

I've finally had enough time to finish rewatching the second half of RWRB! Without further ado, here's my very thorough, ACD x HGEJFMW list of things, both tiny and huge, that I loved about the film:

(Yes, I DID think this would be shorter than the first part. I was very, very wrong.)

(here's part 1 if you want to check it out!)

The wide shots of Texas landscape

How excited Alex is to get to work when he gets there

Alex and Henry’s Texas emails

Alex leaning against a building like Jordan-freaking-Catalano, added bonus of his t-shirt sleeves pushed up 🥵

“…and then, I want to lick it off”

White button-down tucked into chinos, sleeves neatly rolled up, bracelets 

The New York hotel room and Henry hopping to get his shoe off and then falling on the bed

“You ever been on Grindr?” “Once, unsuccessfully” and the way Henry laughs when he says that

“Swooniest” 😍

Alex squeezing Henry’s thigh when he talks about his dad

The very obvious bottle of lube and condom wrapper on the bedside table in the morning

“It’s all chill, Zahra”

Zahra full on climbing on the sofa, heels and everything

Henry straightening his shirt as he climbs out of the closet, then neatly closing the doors behind himself with the dignity of a prince (even when faced with Zahra)

“I’m sorry to interrupt your process of becoming”

Pretty much everything Zahra says, but especially the way she says “Your Royal Highness” after threatening and cursing for several minutes

Alex’s very serious face while he tells his mom

“She’s also a he…”

Uma Thurman talking about anal and bottoming and PreP - truly a highlight

“I cannot believe they gave you the nuclear codes!”

The Lake House *swoon*

“You can call me Congressman” “Well, in that case, you can call me Your Royal Highness”

The music in the lake house montage sequence

Henry doing kick-ups

Sharing a hammock and reading 😍 (Yes, OLS and Girl, Woman, Other)

The look on Henry’s face when he goes into a regular bar

Henry’s dorkiness on stage

The “Alex is so in love he could die” moment as he watches Henry sing terribly

How Oscar’s clothes are a lot like Alex’s, and you can see him taking after his dad there, being proud of it

Oh god, everything about them on the dock/raft/pier thingy: “shower time!” and Alex kissing Henry’s neck as he climbs on and Henry kissing Alex’s bicep; the easy, casual intimacy before everything goes to shit. The perfect continuity in how wet they are all the way through! (that kind of thing bugs me) Shorts. Wet body hair, legs, arms, chest. The way Alex glitters.

"I never felt this way about anyone" and the inevitable...

Henry closing off, pulling his hand away, his fake smile 💔

Floating in the water, as if he could hide from his problems in there

Alex’s sad, confused face as he calls out “Henry!”

Oh god, Henry's sad face as he lies in bed in the lake house 😭

“What difference would it make if I did?” and Henry’s holding-back-tears face, the tight little smiles

The picture above Alex’s bed

The soft, vulnerable “What if he won’t see me?” whispered to Nora

Rain-soaked Alex saying “Can we please talk?” in a thick voice that sounds like he’s got a huge knot in his throat and is trying not to cry

“For once, I wish you could see me for who I am and not who you want me to be” and “Sometimes I don’t think you know me at all” 💔

“But, Henry. Nothing will ever happen to you.” Fucking bawling now, thanks

Henry and his key to slip out of the palace

Henry and Alex’s boots in the V&A (I don’t know what to say, I just like them)

Dancing ❤️🥹

History, huh? and his eyelashes 

Alex’s firm grip around Henry’s wrist in the morning, because he’s not letting him run away again

The airstrip: the ring, the key, that hug

“I’ll be as patient as you need”

“The forced conformity of the closet cannot be answered with forced conformity in coming out of it”

The montage of happy moments throughout Alex’s speech

“Mooning over the prince like a cow in labour” and “two lovesick homosexuals” and again everything out of Zahra’s mouth

“Baby”

“No. I’m not okay.”

Shoulder to waist ratio in a black t-shirt

God Save the King plucked on the piano 😂

“We really need to get you a book on English history”

Henry’s face when he says “and now they are faced with the reality”, so hard, so hurt

“I'm white and upper class so my affection comes with strings” and the way Henry cracks partway through and starts to laugh

The ring fiddling as they wait for the King

Ciggies and booze for the King

Stephen Fry’s accent *chef’s kiss*

OMG the King read their emails 😱 The horror

“Homossssexiual” 😂😂

The tears in Henry’s eyes and in his voice when he says “I love you”, finally, properly, for the first time

“We’re the blue team, right?” and “You just say the word, I’ll get your enrolled at UT Austin,” classic father/son-in-law banter and I love Oscar and Henry for it

CASEY MCQ!!

Holding hands in public, in Austin, yes sir

“Oh my god, I’m so grateful you’re here” and that hug

Alex’s bracelets, all the way through (have I mentioned them already?)

The return of that jacket and that hoodie for the final scene, my favourite and most quintessential, relaxed, fully themselves versions of Alex and Henry

“We won.” “We won.”

And of course:

Alex lending Henry his pinky so he can spin the ring on it and soothe himself (over the credits), which someone pointed out on here and it broke me fully

And never forget:

“Do you think anyone noticed?” and Henry’s clenched fists 

❤️🤍💙

[remingtonshrine]

Hi i know you post alot of remington photo, i was wondering if u could give me any photos that show his tattoos bc im doing a remington cosplay but google and insta r making it hard to find clear photos of his tattoos

Hiii okay so i'm going to try my best on this it may be very sloppy and quick, mans got a lot of tattoos, and yes its hard to find clear specific images of them. I felt like i've seen a masterpost before going thru all his tattoos but it would have been out of date anyway. But starting from the top (literally):

he has this neck tattoo:

behind his neck, a Nirvana tattoo:

here's a good pic of all his tattoos on his torso (as of recently i think, minus neck tattoo):

on the right side of his chest it says "revolution" the other quote his torso I couldn't find much info about.

his left arm, from the top he has a girl in a headdress, a ship, an anchor tattoo (you can see better in the image above), "Crybaby", and a Death Eater mark (from Harry Potter):

another image showing his Medusa tat and another one underneath that one (I can't remember what it says) also showing his X on the hand which he has matching ones with his brother's and other band members:

on that same hand he has this heart tattoo, along with another wrist tattoo:

on his left arm, a skeleton tattoo. bow and arrows, some crosses, a bird, another quote, a key, a little star, a huge compass, peter pan silhouette, skull tattoo on his hand: (old image to somewhat recent image)

under neath Peter Pan it says "sorry mom":

he has "Leith" tattooed on the wrist next to peter pan. and on the inside of his left arm he has an Edward scissor hands tattoo, a sword, a moon, little Palaye symbol, and what looks like might be another word:

featuring the free mason tattoo on his waist.

on his hands he has this "Mischief" tattoo (very old image):

and lastly, his leg tattoos, here is the most unclear, unflattering photo of Remington i could find that featured his leg tattoos:

on his right leg, a Vitruvian man tattoo:

on his left, virgin mary (???) or simply a girl with a veil idk:

then on his left ankle he has this joker tattoo:

there's also probably another tattoo below that, but it was hard enough finding an image showing his left leg tattoo:

and there is my very quick and vague tour of his tattoos that i know of, August 2023. he has a lot of tattoos so i don't doubt that i may have missed a few. Hope this helps you somewhat :))

[ravynswag]

using tarot for yes/no questions

in this post i’ll explain how to interpret cards in a yes no fashion, and include my person cheat sheet of every card and it���s yes or no, or maybe.

please remember, this is my personal interpretation, you can follow it exactly or do it your way!!!!

before starting anything

make sure you have a good deck with good imagery. i would also suggest having a very good idea of each card. you don’t need to be super experienced with cards, but be able to have some basic key words and meanings behind each card. test yourself. pull random cards and see if you have a story, keywords, meanings, etc… something for each card. then start

interpreting the cards (basic)

for yes/no, you only need to pull 1- unless you are also finding the “why”. but i would just pull one card. if you haven’t- read this post of mine first

then take into account everything i’ve said(people, expressions, colors, etc….) and use that in a yes/no fashion.

keep in mind: no card has a set “yes” or “no”, but you can take into account the vibe behind it and the meanings. for example- the sun is a super positive card, so yes. while the 9 of swords is quite negative, so no.

as for court cards: i wouldn’t try to use a court card for a yes/no. i would use court cards as attitudes instead. for example: if you say- should i take the job at xyz… and it says knight of swords, i wouldn’t say yes/no, i would say don’t be to hasty on making a decision (i would probably pull more to clarify, but you get the idea). here’s some info that may be helpful

pages: feminine, younger, immature, naieve, messengers

knights: masculine, young, young adult, hasty

queens: feminine, older, mature

kings: masculine, older, mature

the cards and it’s yes/no

MAJOR ARCANA

fool- yes, with eyes open (be aware)

magician- yes, if the resources are there.

high priestess- you already know the answer. maybe

empress- yes

emperor- whatever is the best decision, logically. use surrounding cards to help or pull more. so, maybe

hierophant- maybe. follow the traditional answer, or ask for help from a trusted individual.

lovers- maybe, the answer may change as you go.

chariot- there isn’t a yes or no. it’s up to you to make the answer as you go. (yes, but nothing will happen if you don’t make it)

strength- yes, but will take hard work.

hermit- maybe, but there needs to be a better evaluation to thought behind this situation.

wheel of fortune- the answer will come to you, leave it for now if you can and come back to it. yes, if you really need an answer.

justice- maybe. justice is weird bc if you’re good- you’re good, but if you’re bad- you’re not good😭 take that how you see it

hanged man- maybe. look at the situation differently, then ask again.

death- this card will probably show itself during a hard time or ending. it’s a yes, but one that doesn’t come easily, but is needed.

temperance- yes, but have a good head and mindset moving forward.

devil- no

tower- no

star-yes, and trust the universe/god/spirit/etc…

moon- there isn’t enough information to come to an answer.

sun- huge yes

judgement- yes

world- yes

PENTACLES:

pentacles regard financial and material possessions. pentacles also represent stability and a sense of feeling grounded. here is a simplified yes/no key:

timing: slow moving, won’t be quick. months or years

financial: depends on the card (read below), but advises you to make sure financials are set and you are stable.

love: make sure the foundation is stable and everything else is set in place.

love language: gift giving, acts of service

person: an earth sign

ace- yes

2- no, it will be too much to carry. or too stressful.

3- ask a friend or trusted individual for help, yes but may need teamwork.

4- yes, the foundation is stable, but be aware of not being open to different options.

5- no, the financial situation is not at best or stuff is not aligned for a yes.

6- yes

7- yes, but don’t be upset if things don’t turn out EXACTLY how you expect. life doesn’t work that way.

8- yes, but it won’t come easy. hard work and dedication is needed here. and if you can’t do that, then take it as a no.

9- yes

10- yes

page- be open to learning new things and being open in general. this a “learn about every other option before making a decision”

knight- take this situation slow before doing anything. the answer will come along the way.

queen- yes but make sure you’re stable before anything

king- yes, but don’t over do it.

WANDS:

wands represent spirituality, passion, and hobbies. wands will probably pop up regarding situations of passion or at a time of high energy.

timing: very quick. days

financial: follow whatever your heart desires, and what your truly love. don’t get burnt out.

love: very passionate, but don’t make too quick of decisions and don’t be judgmental.

person: fire sign

love language: physical tough, quality time, acts of service.

ace- yes

2- maybe. consider your question heavily. i think you know the answer if this card is pulled.

3- yes, but you may need to wait a little and be patient:

4- yes

5- no

6- yes

7- mmmmm no.

8- yes, also fast/action filled energy here. don’t make too quick of a decision.

9- no

10- no

page- there isn’t enough energy or attitude at play here to make a decision that will benefit you. make a decision when you’re more energized and upbeat.

knight- don’t run into things, or make a decision to quickly.

queen- be confident about whatever decision you make.

king- confidence is key, but don’t be rude or judgment about whatever decision you make and others involved. passion is needed here as well.

CUPS:

cups represent feelings, emotions, and love. when cups show during a yes/no, you may be feeling either really low or very loved and happy. your situation may need to be rethought, or may need you in a better mentality.

timing: 5+ weeks - months

financial: you may be happy where you are, or you need to really consider this. you may be making a decision based on emotions, and that is not ideal.

love: romantic and full of love. can turn manipulative.

person: water sign

love language: physical touch, quality time

ace- yes

2- yes, but if this is legal or has to do with an important contract or deal, really be aware of all of the aspects and rules.

3- yes

4- no, the answer will probably not satisfy you. reconsider your options.

5- no.

6- maybe, with yes leaning. depends on who or what ur asking about.

7- you have many options. consider all of them before making a decision.

8- no.

9- yes

10- yes

page- the decision you make may be risky or shock you. be prepared

knight- a different option may arise than you are currently asking. be patient or look at things differently during this time

queen- this decision needs a calm, collected person. if you find you don’t have the personality or traits of a calm, kind, caring person, maybe this choice is not for you.

king- this king is connected. if you choose an option, choose one where you stay connected.

SWORDS:

swords represent truth, clarity, honesty, and communication. swords can mean that not all the answers/options are present in the moment, or someone is/isn’t telling the truth. of course, each card varies, but you get the idea.

timing: weeks

financial: make sure all options are on the table, and follow your brain. be logical. don’t be afraid to communicate issues or problems.

love: a very clear cut person, straightforward, good communication.

person: air sign.

love language: acts of service, words of confirmation

ace- yes

2- maybe, leaning towards no. you aren’t seeing all aspects rn and it is too uncertain.

3- no

4- maybe, with learning towards no. sleep on this.

5- no

6- maybe:depends on question. this card is ab leaving things and moving forward, take that as you see it.

7- no

8- no, you aren’t seeing things truly. there is also bias here.

9- no

10- no

page- be ready for whatever you choose, but don’t jump to conclusions.

knight- this card is even more hasty than the knight of wands- so REALLY be careful regarding speed here.

queen/king: swords are all about logic, clarity, and truth. make sure you have all aspects of the situation before making a decision.