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emprexxluxaic · 2 years

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ᰋ ׅ࣪ ꒰ possible profession ♡︎ where your future spouse live ꒱

⠀ׅ ♡⠀࣪ emprexxluxaic ⸺ your angel ׅ ࣪ 𝅄

──⠀۪ ఌ︎ ۫ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚎 ୨୧ ( 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 )

ᴾᴵᴸᴱ ᴼᴺᴱ ᪶ ᴾᴵᴸᴱ ᵀᵂᴼ ᪶ ᴾᴵᴸᴱ ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴱ

⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝

THE TWO CUPS IN A BALCONY

⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜ ︵ ୨୧︵ ⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜

This might be someone who doesn’t want to be honest and open. They don’t prize communication, but would rather run from the truth.Most of the time they are cool, calm and unemotional.Someone who is clever and acutely aware to their current situation.They know how to control their lives and quite determined for their short term goals.In terms of communication they know when to speak and right words to use to make it easy maybe they like hosting party?,they are responsible and down to earth person,hardworking person and very commited to their jobs or studies,they can be very organized and likes to spend there time in library who loves to read books and interesting articles online.a pet and nature lover,may be they own a pet and likes to plant.They appreciate the beauty of our nature and enjoy simple walks in parks or hiking,also loves food and going to picking fruits in summer/spring or autumn,they found it enjoyable.if this a woman they very conservative into their clothes maybe because of their beliefs/culture,you probably don't them showing there skin alot or wearing trendy clothes but likes to buy good quality clothes that will last longer.Also they think about what decisions she will make and don't like to be quick,they will rather spend time weighting the pros and cons.they move very slowly but very patient they make sure that everything is perfect cause they always like it to be perfect , a perfectionist.

THEIR PROFESSION :

WHERE THEY LIVE :

Kazakhstan, Kyrgyz Republic, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan , Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Bhutan, India, Iran, Maldives, Nepal, Pakistan, Sri Lanka , Scandinavia , Paraguay , New Zealand , Portuguese , Argentina, Bolivi, Brazil, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Ecuador, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, the Dominican Republic and Uruguay [ SOUTH EAST AND EAST ASIA ]

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⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝ִ︶⏝

A CAT UNDER THE SHADY CLOUDS

⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜ ︵ ୨୧︵ ⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜

This person is someone calm, non-confrontational, and placid. They have learned to get along with almost anyone and make great partners and friends,only few things upset them.In any problems they work towards a peaceful resolution that will benefit everyone,this people simple life and avoid busy places and crowds,they need quiet and peace to think better their thoughs also tends to seeks relief from very tiring day they really love day offs and breaks from daily life. they make choices from their heart and puts effort on how they appear maybe they like fashion because they care how you/other people think about them and their appearance and image Whenever this people in a relationship they put effort for being witty and appealing,often wants to feel the relationship is whole,they have balanced approach in life or to people that surround them.They naturally an excellent communicator and mediators who brings best into other lives.They can be over confident and may brag their abilities to others,they love attention and often expect everyone to gave them recognition (can have narcissistic traits) when people are not affected by their charms they feels something is wrong with them.

THEIR PROFESSION :

WHERE THEY LIVE :

Honduras,Saint Barthélemy,Antigua and Barbuda,Dominica,Nicaragua,Cayman Islands,El Salvador,Bermuda,Saint Pierre and Miquelon,Greenland,Saint Kitts and Nevis,Costa Rica,Montserrat,Panama,Sint Maarten,Guadeloupe,Belize,Bahamas,Turks and Caicos Islands,Saint Martin,Canada,Martinique,U.S.A.,British Virgin Islands,Jamaica,Barbados,Puerto Rico,Caribbean Netherlands,Saint Lucia,Guatemala,Curaçao,Anguilla,Trinidad and Tobago,Mexico,Haiti,Cuba,Grenada,Saint Vincent and the Grenadines,Dominican Republic,Aruba,United States Virgin Islands,Bahrain, Cyprus, Egypt, Iran, Iraq, Israel, Jordan, Kuwait, Lebanon, Oman, Palestine, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, the Syrian Arab Republic, Turkey, the United Arab Emirates and Yemen,New Zealand, Australia, France, Norway, the United Kingdom, Chile, and Argentina [ EUROPE ]

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SOMEWHERE AWAY FROM THE CROWDS

⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜ ︵ ୨୧︵ ⏜ ︵⊹︵ ⏜

This is someone with a gentle nature being both generous and abundant,might be introvert or they just love their home and loves gardening,they enjoy spending time in decorating , cooking , and gardening.Often do well in their chosen field and people that who knows or surrounds them loves to pay a visit into their house also they love to entertain other people and has big heart.They desire for success and will do anything just to achieve it, no matter what challenges they ben through they sees life as passion and inspiration .Always has new or fresh ideas and they don't hesitate at moving forward ,they are strong and have the ability to succed the all odds,confident and accomplised people.They geniunely love their family and loves kids ,they are nurturing and often makes a good parent in future or now?.This person is very grateful ay anything they have whether it's material or not indeedreally loves their family and family means alot for them (maybe a family oriented).for other who choose this pile they will might get a wealthy spouse or a spouse coming from well stablish or wealthy family or will get wealthy after marriage.They good at working an might reaping their awards and share it with less fortunate people.

THEIR PROFESSION :

WHERE THEY LIVE :

COUNTRIES IN AFRICA , FIJI , PAPUA NEW GUINEA , SOLOMON ISLANDS , MARSHALL ISLANDS , MICRONESEA , NEW ZEALAND , VANUATA , AUSTRALIA , SAMOA , PALAU , KIRIBATI , TUVALU , NAURU , TONGA , UNITED KINGDOM , IRELAND , SCOTLAND , ANTARTICA , VICTORIA(SOUTHEASTERN AUSTRALIA)

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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Event planning

Inspired by me watching too many wedding shows

"I really don't know what to do for my bachelorette party!" Yanli sighed, shutting her laptop a bit too forcefully. "Every idea I've seen is just so... weird!"

"What, not into the strip club thing?" Wei Ying laughed as he emerged with an armful of snacks after rummaging through her pantry. "The peacock would freak out if you did that, it would be so funny! I can already imagine him screaming, crying, throwing up about it!"

Yanli sighed and sent him a stern look. "A-Xian."

"Going to a strip club for a bachelor or bachelorette party is just downright disrespectful in my opinion." Wen Qing chimed in, handing Yanli a glass of champagne. "How can you claim you're excited about getting married if you act like a horn dog around strangers the night before?"

Wei Wuxian helped himself with a glass of his own. "Yeah, true. I don't know how I would've reacted if Lan Zhan wanted that for his bachelor party when we married."

Wen Qing flicked his forehead. "As if Lan Wangji would be in any way interested in anyone that isn't you!"

"I did prank him that I wanted to go to a strip club for my own bachelor's." A suggestive smile. "That went just about as well as you can imagine."

An eye roll. "Yeah, we know, he fucked the idea right out of you."

"As he always does ♡"

"This still doesn't fix my problem, though!" Yanli whined, sinking into the plush sofa of her living room. "It was so easy for A-Xuan, he knew right away he wanted to go to the family chalet with his friends to go hunting and whatnot..."

"Who says we can't do the same? You don't even need guns, have Wen Qing glare at a deer and you'll get stew in no time."

Wen Qing gave him one of her best glares, inadvertedly proving his point. "I will pour this champagne glass on your head, Wei Wuxian, don't test me."

"Shijie will be upset if you do that and we're here to help her, right?"

Wen Qing gulped her entire champagne glass, then her face lit up with an idea. "Why don't we go on a little trip ourselves then?"

Yanli shook her head. "It would be so expensive booking something last minute..."

"You are marrying into so much money, Shijie, the peacock has been basically begging you to spend it. Pick something nice like the Maldives or Bora Bora and let's go!"

"The bachelorette party is for bachelorettes, Wei Wuxian." Wen Qing flicked his forehead again. "You have a husband. And a son. And like 100 rabbits. You are also a man. You don't qualify."

"Maybe so, but shijie loves me so very much, she wouldn't leave me behind, would she?"

Yanli patted his head with sympathy. "As much as I may love you, A-Xian, it is a ladies only event..."

"I can pretend to be a lady! Lan Zhan says I look good in dresses!"

Yanli giggled. "I'm sure you do, A-Xian."

"Can't I just... pilot the plane or something?" A playful nose scrunch. "You won't fly public, right?"

"Look at him, scrunching his face like that!" Wen Qing laughed. "What, you're too rich for Spirit Airlines now?"

"I'm not, Lan Zhan is. I'm just taking after him! Anyway, where are we going, shijie?"

Yanli sighed, fondly. "Let's see what we can find."

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wwx #wq #jyl #lwj

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pynkhues · 1 year

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you choose: 88 for kendall, 22 for shiv, or 87 roman

V belated, Megan, but have all three! Spoilers for ep 4.03 of Succession.

88 cleaning dirt from under your nails (Kendall) / 87 nasty tasting medicine (Roman) / 22 dark bitter chocolate (Shiv)

Here’s how it happens:

Your father dies, and everything’s on you.

Your father dies and your brother and your sister look at you like you have answers, like you know what you’re doing, like you’re the one who makes this make sense, and so you try to solve it, you do. You ask for more doctors, more opinions, for Tom-Karl-Frank. You want to talk to the pilot. Why can’t you talk to the pilot? Opinions buy you time, talking fills space, sucks up oxygen, experts talk to other experts who solve the problem or become someone you can blame, and that keeps you grounded, keeps you here, keeps you walking instead of drowning, and have you followed up with Jess about those doctors?

You should.

Your father dies and your brother’s getting married, and he’s outside arguing about cake, and your other brother’s on the floor and he’s looking at you like you should be the one to tell him, and you should, you’re the oldest.

Not the oldest.

You’re telling the oldest. You’re just the oldest of - - you. The three of you. Whatever you are now. What are you now? What are you without your father? The thought catches, you shake it loose, eyes on the floor, up again. Catch a glimpse of your sister’s bleeding mascara, her red nose. Down again. The woolly carpet’s pilled. Loose bits of fuzz catching on the top like low slung fog across a beach, and Jesus, your father would’ve hated that.

Look up.

Your brother. Shoulders sagged, mouth open, eyes on you.

You need to go tell your brother.

Your other brother.

Your oldest brother, the brother getting married, the one who took you camping as a kid, the one who slept with you at the hospital that night in freshman year of highschool when you took too much ketamine and thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest, the one who took you to the Maldives after your wife left you and made you do an historic walking tour that made you want to blow your brains out. Your older brother who’s arguing about the cake your father fed him to stop him from crying when he was a kid, the same father who - -

Fuck.

No.

Don’t think about that now.

Now you have to tell your brother and then you have to look at the business. That’s what you need to think about. Need to think ahead, work out a plan, make sure this deal goes through, or doesn’t, make sure your father’s legacy is what he wanted it to be, make sure you’re all looked after, prove him wrong, everyone wrong, be - -

Something.

“You want me to go with you?”

You look at your sister and she looks split open, she looks like you feel, and you should say no but you say yes, because you're not who you want to be, but you think you can at least hold her hand.

She needs you to hold her hand, you think. You hope.

You know you want to hold hers.

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Here’s how it happens:

Your father dies, and nothing’ll fucking stop.

The plane has to land, the ambulances have to be arranged, the funeral planned, the business accounted for. You know this, because your brother is mumbling and uh-uh-uh’ing about it and your dead father’s staff linger like ghouls outside the window, talking about statements and Matsson and a Board meeting you couldn’t give a rat’s dirty fucking ass about right now. But what you care about right now doesn’t matter.

Because what you care about is that your father is dead and you left him a voicemail that might have killed him and you can’t even remember if you said that you loved him when he may-or-may-not have been already dead. What you care about is already set in your joints and clogging your arteries and yellowing your liver, and that last one is probably a bad thing because you know at least one of your brothers won’t be able to donate a part of his given it's all shrivelled and fucked, and your sister’s probably just blue-blooded enough to be incompatible, but whatever.

The point is it doesn’t matter. What matters is your sister’s crying and you really don’t like that and you’re on a fucking boat with your brother who almost drowned at the last wedding you went to, and he's crying too but that's normal at least, and your other brother who’s - - right - - getting fucking married, so this is just all delightful, and you suck in a wet breath as the grief starts to gnaw at your bones and it’s your sister who says:

“Why didn’t you come and get me?”

And it’s your brother, apologising, over and over, and it’s not on him, that’s not on him, not on you, it’s happening so fast, and you say that, but you don’t say it’s because none of it’ll fucking stop just because your dad has.

Your father.

Fuck.

You wonder what he looks like right now.

You wonder if he’s even really dead.

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Here’s how it happens:

Your father dies and everything slides backwards.

You’re thirty-two, you’re twenty-five, you’re fourteen, you’re eleven, you’re six. Your first death is your mother’s mother who never let you sit outside without a hat and a parasol (freckles might suit a son of your father’s station, but not a daughter of your mother’s), and you remember hard pews and incense and a dress that itched. You remember your father wasn’t even in the country, and your mother missing the service to smoke with her brothers (she had three, just like you) around the side of the church, close enough that everyone inside could hear them talking, remember climbing up to sit on Connor’s lap while Kendall and Roman played, kicking each other through the confessional booth curtain.

You remember it didn’t hurt as much as when your third nanny quit.

Maybe even this doesn’t, but you are not six, and your father is not your first death, and this is not your first hurt, it’s not your first wound. You have endured your mother’s tongue and your father’s temper and suffocated in the cellophane seal of their plastic marriage. Your father once sold your favourite pony, he once promised you his legacy and then gave it to your husband, he missed Christmases, he missed birthdays, he spent your college graduation on the phone and you swear you could hear him talking shop to your brothers through the vents, because god forbid they see you cross a stage either.

He held your hand often for cameras, and a few times in private, he bought you your first apartment, he told you you were his favourite, he always remembered you preferred silver to gold, that you liked your wine dry and your coffee bitter, and he told you once, glassy eyed and gravel voiced, thousand-dollar whiskey on his breath, that he’d give you everything he hadn’t been able to give to Rose.

He still called you Pinky.

You are not six, you are not eleven, fourteen, twenty-five, thirty-two. Your father is not your first death, you cannot crawl into your brother’s lap, but you can, you realise – grasping, reaching, needing – hold their hands.

#spontaneous fic from me: it can sometimes still happens apparently!#i should add connor as a coda haha #this ep is just #living rent free in my head right now #hbo succession #succession spoilers #kendall roy #roman roy #shiv roy #connor roy #logan roy #succession fic #welcome to my ama

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