#snake aversion

[snakemanaustralia]

Need to protect your dog from venomous snakes? Well Canine Snake Avoidance training is what your dog needs. Learn more at: http://www.dogsnakeavoidancetraining.com.au/ and have your pet safe for snake season!

[snakebusters]

If you have recently obtained a puppy and you want to keep them safe from snakes, the winter months are the most important time of the year. Canine snake avoidance works to protect your pet. Dog snake aversion training needs to use vet certified surgically devenomized snakes to work. Do not bother with unsafe imitators as their training does not work. See http://www.dogsnakeavoidancetraining.com.au

[ndnbutch]

I said in the tags of a reblog that Mateo isn’t really interested in specific gender labels or even coming out as trans which is mostly true. however at this point if you called her a man she’d get all itchy and think it feels bad. I think if you called her a woman she’d generally be fine with it? her realest most undeniable gender is of course eldest daughter

[imeminemp3]

i love snakes but im scared of spiders ah the dichotomy of man

[snakecatchers]

Keep your pet safe from deadly snakes this summer and next. Canine snake avoidance training works when done correctly. Snake aversion training is the most effective way to protect your dog from dangerous snakes. Learn more at http://www.dogsnakeavoidancetraining.com.au and stay safe with your canine.

[elodieunderglass]

@neosatsuma does this interest you

The Sum of Us (1994)

[autisticplants]

@ people who do outdoorsy/naturalist type work and have dogs- do your dogs go to work with you? what do you do to keep them safe?

my sdit’s too young rn to come with me on longer seed collection trips but i want to bring her with me some day <:3

[awriterinthenight]

"Well I Missed You Too."-Megumi Fushiguro

words: 946

warnings: kissing, megumi makes reader sad, that's it also i'm trying writing for a new fandom so enjoy

summary: How Megumi changes how he shows affection to you

Whether it was kissing, hugging, or even just holding your hand, Megumi was always too shy to show you affection in public. He'd do small acts like buying your favorite snack from the vending machines, or grabbing something out of your reach. But never did he do anything that involved touching you in any way, since it made him blush, and he didn't want people, especially Gojo, teasing him about how red his face got.

You'd first learned about his aversion to PDA when you first started dating. You were training with the 2nd years, when Itadori had taken a nasty hit from Maki. While you knew he was fine, it still worried you, so your hand instinctively grabbed Megumi's without thinking. When you were in private he always held you in some way, so you thought he'd be ok with this.

Instead of him grabbing your hand back or squeezing it comfortably. He immediately froze and stiffened at the contact, his face turning bright red. He dropped your hand, turning away so you couldn't see his face. You were left confuse as to what you did wrong. Maybe he just didn't expect it, or maybe he didn't think you needed to grab his hand. Either way it brought down your mood for the day.

Megumi knew you weren't ok, no matter how many times you said you were fine. He knew that wasn't a good sign. So there Megumi was after school standing in front of your door knocking. After a minute or two you swung your door open, Megumi speaking before you could.

"Did I do something?" he asked, his head hung low, surprising for someone usually so stoic.

You were shocked for a moment before regaining your composure, letting Megumi into your room, and closing the door behind you.

"Yes, well no," you stumbled, unable to find your words, "It's just, when you dropped my hand I-I felt bad. I thought I did something wrong," you admitted.

Megumi let out a breath, taking a step closer to you, "I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I like holding your hand, I swear. I just don't like being like that in front of people."

"I understand that," you said, nodding your head, "I just wish you'd told me, so I wouldn't have felt so embarrassed."

Megumi placed a kiss on the top of your head before he spoke, "I'm sorry, and I promise I will from now on."

Affection from Megumi shifted a bit the more you knew each other. Of course really all the kissing took place in private, or anything really affectionate. But slowly Megumi didn't mind holding your hand in front of your guy's friends, or placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

Megumi started to grow into the habit of either placing his arm around the back of your chair, or keeping his hand on your thigh. The more he was with you, the more he liked knowing that you were with him.

Recently he seemed to grow out of his shy shell. Before training started he would sometimes come up behind you, placing his hands on your waist, then planting a kiss on the top of your head. Sometimes he'd casually walk up behind you when you were talking to someone, and he would snake his arm around your waist.

Today he'd come back from a mission with Itadori and Kugasaki. You'd been forced to stay behind, recovering from an injury of a past mission. The second he saw you, he pulled you into his arms, burying your head into his chest. He'd missed you so much on the mission all he thought about was going back to you. His hand slid through your hair, the other holding you tightly against him.

"Is everything okay? Did something happen?" you asked, concerned since he never showed this much affection in front of people. Gojo was only a few feet away, and usually Megumi hated showing affection to you in front of Gojo, since he always got teased for it.

Megumi shook his head, tilting your chin forward, "No, nothing happened. I just missed you," he confessed.

"Oh," you exclaimed, surprised he was like this from just missing you, "Well I missed you too."

Unfortunately Gojo's loud voice ruined the moment when he shouted, "Get a room," before practically skipping over to the two of you. Megumi scowled, while you shook your head, finding his antics funny.

"So, I was thinking," Gojo said, swinging an arm around you two, and walking with you, "Why don't I treat you guys to dinner. By that I mean you two can go out and I'll pay," he offered, chuckling a bit for some reason no one understood.

Megumi rolled his eyes, "I don't need you to pay. I'm staying in tonight, I'm too tired to go out."

"I try to do something nice and I get denied. If you don't want me and my money I'll just leave," Gojo muttered, walking away from you too.

Megumi slid his arm around your waist, leaning on you a bit. He was tired and just wanted to sleep and rest. Eventually you and him got to his dorm, lying down on his bed.

It was quiet till Megumi broke the silence, "I'm too tired to take you out tonight, but I'll take you on a date tomorrow," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "I really did miss you."

You snuggled closer to him, wrapped up in his arms, "I missed you too, and I can't wait." You gave him a small kiss before falling asleep to the sound of his breathing

Ask to be added to taglist, I'm keeping this one separate from my other one

[tsumuus]

bakugou with a s/o who’s love language is physical touch

Being in a relationship with Bakugou Katsuki was like navigating a storm. His intensity, sharp tongue, and aversion to most things mushy or sentimental were well-known, and you had learned to adapt to his ways over time. You knew he wasn’t one for touchy displays of affection; in fact, you were more than aware of his discomfort when people got too close. It was just who he was- a man who cherished his personal space, who communicated more with his actions and words than through physical touch.

But physical touch was your love language. It was how you expressed affection, comfort, and care. A gentle brush of fingers, a soft hug from behind, or even just holding hands- it made you feel connected, loved. Yet, for the sake of Katsuki, you always held back, afraid to push boundaries, afraid that your touch might feel like an intrusion rather than a comfort. You understood him, respected his space, and never wanted to make him uncomfortable, even if that meant stifling your natural instincts.

Still, there were times when the need to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin, became overwhelming. On those days, you settled for brushing your arm against his, or leaning your head on his shoulder for a brief moment before pulling away. You told yourself it was enough. But sometimes, you longed for more.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was more perceptive than he let on. He noticed the way your hand hesitated before reaching for his, the way you quickly pulled away after a brief touch, the way your shoulders slumped ever so slightly when he moved away too quickly. He knew you were holding back, that you were trying not to burden him with your need for physical affection.

And damn it, it made him feel like an idiot.

He wasn’t blind to how much you loved him, nor was he oblivious to how you expressed that love. You were all soft touches and warm embraces, while he was all rough edges and biting remarks. It was an odd combination, but it worked. Still, the thought of you feeling like you had to restrain yourself for his sake left a bitter taste in his mouth.

One evening, after a particularly long day of training, the two of you were lounging on the couch, the quiet hum of the television filling the room. You were curled up on one end, a safe distance away from him, your hands tucked under your legs as if you were trying to keep them from reaching out. Katsuki, for once, wasn’t in the mood for distance.

He shifted closer to you, making you glance up in surprise. Without a word, he reached out, his hand finding yours and pulling it from under your legs. His grip was firm but not rough, his fingers intertwining with yours as he tugged you toward him.

“Katsuki?” You questioned softly, uncertain of his intentions.

“Come here,” he muttered, his voice low and gruff. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you against his side. It was uncharacteristic of him, this sudden display of affection, but you didn’t protest. Instead, you let yourself melt into his warmth, your heart pounding in your chest as you rested your head against his shoulder.

His touch was hesitant at first, almost awkward as if he was unsure of how to navigate this. But then, as he felt you relax against him, he allowed himself to do the same. His arm around your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. Your hand, still held in his, was brought up to rest against his chest, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your knuckles.

“You don’t have to hold back, you know,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “You wanna touch me, then touch me. I don’t care.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. It wasn’t often that Katsuki was this straightforward about his feelings. You knew he cared, knew he loved you, but he rarely expressed it so openly.

“Are you sure?” you asked, still hesitant despite his words.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replied, his tone slightly irritated, but you could hear the underlying softness in it. “You think I don’t notice when you pull away? I’m not a damn idiot. I know you need this.”

You bit your lip, your eyes stinging with unshed tears as you squeezed his hand. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

“You don’t,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “It’s just… different with you, okay? I’m not used to it, but… I don’t hate it. I kinda like it, actually. So stop holdin’ back.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, warmth flooding your chest as you leaned up to press a soft kiss against his jaw. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

He grumbled something under his breath, but you could see the faint blush creeping up his neck, and it only made your smile widen. You knew he wasn’t the type to initiate touch often, and you never expected him to be. But knowing that he was willing to make this effort for you, that he was willing to let you in just a little bit more, made your heart swell with love for him.

You snuggled closer to him, your free hand reaching up to run through his hair, and this time, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a contented sigh, his eyes closing as he relaxed against you.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was more than enough.

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[shallowseeker]

Actually, it's ALSO fun to imagine Dean sneaking Jack the real, very complicated-and-specific list once Sam's out of earshot.

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I would say that Sam wouldn't make fun of him for having a detailed grocery list, but in this very episode, Sam is in judgey-Sam mode, lol. He does this later in the ep -> The victim's arm springs out, like it's come to life (a reasonable fear in Dean's life, mind you):

And Sam is in full judgement mode:

The idea of Dean being more comfortable with Jack (and Cas), even when it comes to things as simple as grocery lists, really does stick in my head.

Either Dean's list was longer than what Jack read out: "Beer, eggs, toilet paper...beer again."

Or Jack is getting what HE wants from the store, and it's:

Mac n' cheese (one of Dean's creative specialties):

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Pie, but not apple pie.

BLUEBERRY pie (I guess we can add this to cinnamon as a flavor he likes):

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Beef jerky, a classic roadfood that Dean, Cas and Mary all enjoy as well.

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Via @swordofsun -> Cheese and beef sticks! (Like Slim Jim's!)

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Two candy bars, I think? No, three. In the next shot she hands another one. :-)

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Peanut-butter Rice Krispie treat via @swordofsun

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Annnnnd I think it's safe to say that Jack hides sweets in strategic areas of either the kitchen or his own bedroom.

[bluekidchaos]

Holding you again

here's to hoping i write a bit more this year!!

Pairing: Severus Snape x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, post-second wizarding war, severus snape lives, mostly suggestive smut, fluffy smut, some angst

Words: 1,3k

Can also be read on AO3!

Back to masterlist.

I had accepted my death from the very beginning -knowing it was inevitable- and I had made my peace with it, mostly. Many regrets haunt me but the biggest one is leaving her behind with my timely demise. Those regrets hit me as that damned snake lunged at me, as I gave Potter my tears, as I could feel my life slip from me. One final thought before I disappear, forgive me.

-

My lungs are on fire, no, I think I'm drowning? Maybe it's both. My whole body aches, my ears are ringing and I can't see, it's too bright or.. maybe too dark? Is this what hell feels like? It must be, eternal agony.

There's shouting around me, movement, it sounds like her, but it can't be. I'm dead. It's just a last cruel joke from the universe.

-

A muffled voice tears through my senses. "Sev? I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, I just wanted to say.. I miss you, please come back to me." A cruel joke indeed.

Severus wakes up with a yell, the searing pain jolting him upwards making him almost double over in the bed. Frantically looking around him for any sign that he's in danger. The lights are blinding him but he can faintly make out that he's in a hospital.

A healer runs into the room, a young woman he recognizes having taught a couple of years prior. She says something to him but the ringing in his ears is too loud.

Severus is on edge. While he's sure he's at St. Mungos, he doesn't know whether Voldemort is dead or if he's actually safe.

His senses are working overtime now. Severus is holding one hand towards the ceiling trying to shield his eyes from the harsh light. The ringing is slowly starting to cease and some words are getting through to him.

"Professor? ... Can you - me?" The woman notices his aversion to the light and dims it a bit.

Severus tries to speak back but only gargled noises come out and he finally acknowledges the pain in his throat. Feeling like someone tore it out and put it all back wrong.

"Don't try to speak, you're still healing. Here, you must be thirsty." She hands him a glass with a straw in it. The first sip feels like heaven, if he were alone he'd probably let out an audible moan at how good it felt.

Another healer comes in shortly after, a man this time, that Severus knows from when he has supplied the hospital with potions. He explains everything to Severus, Voldemort was defeated by Potter, and they won the war. He was in critical condition when they brought him here and he's been in a coma for six months.

Severus's thoughts start spiraling, it's been half a year. Where are you? Are you okay, alive?

The older healer tells him to rest but Severus can't stop thinking about you, and he also just woke up from a coma, how much more rest does he really need?

Whether he wanted to or not Severus did end up falling asleep again and when he woke you're sitting by his side, reading a book. He doesn't wanna disturb you at first, just takes some time to take you in. Your hair is tucked behind your ears, lower lip trapped between teeth while you focus on the words in the book.

It takes a couple of minutes before you look up from your book and notice his eyes on you but when you do you almost throw your book aside and jump at him. Landing perhaps a bit too roughly over him you embrace him in a tight hug, sobbing in relief.

"You really are awake! Oh merlin, I thought.. I-" Another sob broke through you and Severus held on tighter, he wanted to say something, to comfort you. Tell you it was okay now, but nothing came out.

-

Severus spent another six months in St. Mungos before they let him go home. During this time you were by his side every day. He regained his speaking abilities, his voice was still hoarse and would probably continue to be but at least he could talk again. The pain had mostly subsided into a dull background feeling.

The moment he stepped foot into their home he felt himself relax properly for the first time in a year. Fatigue hitting him pretty hard too, he wanted nothing more than to just go to bed and hold you.

You broke the silence first, "I think we could both use a nice hot bath right about now, hm?"

He only nodded at your proposal, a bath didn't sound too bad, he could still relax and he did need to wash off probably.

While the bathwater ran you helped each other undress, planting soft kisses over the exposed skin, gentle touches over faded scars.

Eventually moving into the bathroom you add some oils and bubbles to the water before stepping into it. Severus joins shortly after and once he's made himself comfortable you lean back against his strong chest.

His arms move to encircle you, holding you tightly like he's scared you'll disappear at any second. You let the silence envelop you, no words were needed.

Severus could feel his need for you rising with every second he had you in his arms, never wanting to let you go again. He started trailing kisses along your neck.

You moaned slightly in response and let your head fall back against his shoulder to give him more access. Feeling his arms untangle themself a little, one trailed up to cup your chest and the other slowly made its way down between your thighs.

The hand on your breasts groping you and rolling your nipples between his fingers while his other hand starts making slow and deliberate circles around your clit.

You whine into his ear and your legs fall open as much as the little tub lets them. A hand of your own reaches above you to tangle into his hair and guide his head to plant kisses on his face.

While his fingers are working you into a frenzy he captures your lips with a passionate and intense kiss, all the words you didn't say to each other before transferred through the kiss. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip to ask for entry.

You open your mouth to him, letting his tongue and taste overwhelm your senses, your tongue coming to meet his in a lazy battle for dominance that he eventually won.

Severus could feel you tense above him and his fingers sped up. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge, neither of you caring to drag out the moment much. It was pure desperation and need, longing for each other.

He had broken your kiss to catch his breath but his forehead was still connected to yours, not daring to break too much contact with you. "Let go my darling, I love you so much.."

Your orgasm washed over you softly, Severus's fingers slowing down a bit to not overstimulate you but keeping the movement up to extend your pleasure.

Only when he felt you relax in his arms again did he stop. He was back to kissing you, less hurried this time, just full of emotions and softness.

You pulled back a little to look at him, feeling tears well up in your eyes you just smiled at him.

Severus wiped away a stray tear before kissing you on the cheek and smiling back at you, seemingly understanding you. He kissed your face and head a few more times before letting you sink down more into the warmth of the tub and his embrace.

You stayed in the tub long after the water turned cold just holding on to each other. 

[snakebusters]

Canine snake avoidance is touring Victoria to keep people's dogs safe. Nothing works as well as this to get your dog to avoid snakes> Learn more at: http://www.smuggled.com/Snake-Avoidance-is-touring-Victoria.htm

[blue--ingenue]

thomas grant and adam wadsworth scorbus moments that make me go feral

(all of these moments take place in toward the end after Scorpius asks Rose to be his friend on the staircase)

EDIT: i'm currently writing a fic about this scene. lemme know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for when it gets posted :)

Scorpius excitedly leaning into Albus' personal space (these boys faces were 3 inches apart) and Albus shyly laughing and fiddling with his hands every time Scorpius leans down

(we also know how averse Albus is to loud noises and invasions of personal space, so the complete trust and affection with which he allows Scorpius near him is so so sweet)

adding to the point above: Albus consistently flinches at loud, sudden noises and movements (flinching when James sneaks up on him, recoiling when James pretends that his arm is a snake about to strike in the opening scene, shying away to tuck into his parents' side when random fans of Harry, Ron, and Hermione try to wave to him at the station in the first scene)

Rose watching them gradually inch toward each other on the staircase and getting more excited the closer they get

(after Scorpius declares that his progress with Rose is something upon which to build his "Palace of Harmony") Albus panics and grabs his shoulders, stuttering as he asks "And that's who you'd want? In your palace of harmony?"

poor boy is afraid his best friend will fall in love with his cousin (sweetie, your cousin is literally rooting for you 5 feet away)

Albus panicking when Rose reappears, quickly standing up to avoid suspicion. even panicked, he can't bear not being in contact with Scorpius and keeps his hands on his shoulders

Albus' hands sliding from Scorpius' shoulders when he realizes that Rose knows

THE FACT THAT SCORPIUS IS COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS

Rose (possibly the biggest Scorbus shipper in the entire family) gently telling Albus "You know, this is only going to be weird if you two let it be weird :)"

Albus' little voice crack when Rose asks if he's okay

Albus: "What's this? I thought we didn't hug?"

Scorpius: "I wasn't sure whether we should...in this new version of us."

(I originally thought "this new version of us" just referred to them being older/wiser, but now I think the "new version" refers to their budding romantic relationship

[tojisun]

established simon (ghost) riley x fem reader; eventual john price x fem reader; hinted t141 x fem reader

!! suggestive - minors dni; hints of d/s; 944 words

johnny almost falls from his seat as he sees who’s closing in. 

he smacks kyle’s thigh, the younger man hissing in anger before following johnny’s jutted finger, only for his own jaw to fall open in surprise when he finally sees what’s got johnny’s face spasming. john sighs through his nose before twisting, tipping his boonie just a little bit to clear his vantage. 

ah, he thinks, his own heart lodging itself in his throat. no wonder.

simon finally made it, the tall man weaving his way around the crowd and sidestepping strangers with passion. price knows it’s less about his aversion to being touched by strangers and more about securing the package cradled gently in his toned arms – you.

you’re not tiny by normal standards, john could tell, but beside ghost, you look a whole lot smaller. you’re dressed in a frilly pink dress, looking too prim and too proper for the establishment. for the man holding you.

john has to briefly turn his eyes away, licking the back of his teeth as a spike of hunger seizes him whole. 

you and ghost finally make it to the group, and they all watch, with little shame, as ghost claims the seat they’ve saved for him before pulling you into his lap. you follow with a fond huff, using simon’s shoulder to steady yourself as you wiggle around to find a comfortable position. 

all throughout, simon’s hands are firmly on you, touching and guiding, but also marking and claiming. john thinks it’s also a reminder to the squad: she’s mine.

john nurses his whiskey, swallowing down the alcohol to quench his thirst. 

then, you finally look at them, beautiful doe eyes blinking up at them with curiosity and interest.

fuck, you’re too goddamn beautiful.

“hey there, little lass,” johnny greets first, his pale cheeks tinged with the slightest pink, and his arm out for you to shake. they all watch as you do just that, tender hand and dewy skin meeting scarred and battle-worn ones. 

the contrast has john gripping his glass of whiskey, and, unwittingly, a brief thought flashes through his mind: how beautiful you would look being corrupted by them all.

as he shots the rest of his alcohol, his eyes accidentally meet simon’s.

john expected anger or even a flash of betrayal, instead, all he sees is the way simon’s eyes are heavy with thinly-veiled interest.

oh.

“hello,” your reply breaks the eye contact and both men shift to look at you. you introduce yourself, and john mouths your name to himself, testing the way it rolls off his tongue. 

kyle hums from beside johnny, extending his hand out next with a charming smile. you smile back at him, still looking like a perfect picture of a good and proper girl. not even the way that you’re sat on the lap of a man whose face is fully obscured by a plain balaclava could alter the way you are all dolled up and darling for them all.

“cap’n?” kyle’s voice pierces through his thoughts and john blinks back into reality before instantly turning his eyes to their guest. 

don’t mind the fact that it had been kyle who asked for him – john is already giving you his full attention. 

“hey there, sweet girl,” john’s voice is a purr – a sure gamble – and he watches the way you freeze, your eyes going wide as you clock in the desire coating his words.

johnny and kyle straighten up from their seats, their lips pinched together as their eyes flick between their captain and their lieutenant. 

but ghost doesn’t do anything.

instead, they watch as simon’s hand snakes up to your throat from where it rested on your stomach. the glide was slow, deliberately putting on a show, and they watched with rapt attention as simon gently squeezed your throat – the action not made to hurt but to ground you.

simon uses this hold to tug you closer to him until his lips are hovering over your ear. 

“c’mon, love,” simon’s voice rumbles within the startling silence that has overtaken their little group. “what do good girls say?”

you lick your lips and their eyes zone in on the little sliver of your tongue, their chests constricting when they finally register your blown up eyes, your pupils eating up the colours of your irises. 

“hello, sir,” you finally murmur, your voice breathy and light as you turn to john. 

john pretends that he doesn’t understand why the mere mention of his title slipping from your pouty lips had set his nerves on fire.

“yeah,” he hears himself say. “would never tire hearin’ you callin’ me sir, that’s for sure sweetheart.”

johnny chokes from somewhere beside him but he doesn’t pay it any mind because simon looks at him, contemplative, before giving a short nod.

it’s all john needs before he reaches out and brushes your hair away from your face. you’re still staring at him with wide eyes, your breaths passing between your pearly teeth and glossy lips, and john ducks down just enough that only you and simon could hear.

“tell me to stop now, little one.”

your resounding whine and the soft shake of your head gives john the answer he needs.

but simon clicks his tongue. “use y’r words, love.”

“don’t,” you begin, sighing in quiet pleasure when simon’s other hand travels down your skirt, his warm palm rubbing along the expanse of your thigh. “don’t stop. please, sir.”

both john and simon rumble in elation at your response. at your beautiful docility. at how proper and good a girl you truly are. 

and now, you could be john’s girl too. 

[cosmicthoughtzalign]

The same way mongoose and snakes have no need to be all up on eachother is how I feel about these men😩😭

Me and snake yonis should be incompatible and yet they keep tryna date me and I keep letting it happen 😭😭

My fl mrig & rohini venus, new person has the same placements like whats going on

[thief-of-eggs]

Thinking about Lucifer using his shapeshifing ability to help overcome the barrier that is Alastor’s touch aversion between them.

Because- it’s different with an animal. It’s not the same to have a snake winding around your arm as it is to have fingers circling your wrist, not the same to have a bird perch on your shoulder as it is to have a hand clasp you back.

It’s different. Somehow, with these touches, Alastor doesn’t shrink in on himself. He doesn’t remember things he’d rather forget. He doesn’t feel any prickling in his skin, doesn’t feel a pit in his gut.

So Lucifer makes it work. When he needs cuddles- he turns himself into a cat, stretching and purring as Alastor pets him, as he carries him in his arms.

When he needs to be clingy, when he needs constant companionship- then he becomes a snake, wrapped possessively around Alastor’s arm, loosely around his neck-

He becomes a bird. A fox. A lizard. Whatever the day and the mood requires.

It works, for them. Because nothing about their relationship is conventional anyways.

They see each other across the chasm and find a way to build the bridge