'pray for yourself'

the signs feeling intense anger

Every sign can reach the stage when the mind just ‘quits’, no matter how laid back they are. check mars and moon!


Aries: She feels no anger. She feels rage. The intensity, the strong, sometimes short but intense feeling of emotions was something she was familiar with, but what she did hate was the feeling of anger she could mostly never shake off. It was always there with her, she let her rage out and it seemed like an exploding volcano. All she saw was red, there was too much energy flowing inside her bones that she could not get rid off and so she let out her anger, and she did not care who would see her like that. ‘I am fire and you will get burned.’

Taurus: He was angry. Angry with the world, angry with this unsteadiness, angry with the fact, that he could not do anything to stop the current situation. Long, slim hands pulled him out of his nest and threw him hard on the ground. He flinched as a cold breeze came and took away all his warmth. “No, do not take everything away from me!!”, he screamed but the dark did not listen. Gritting his teeth he felt his temper raging, long horns started to grow out of his head and he shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling of losing himself. 

Gemini: Emotions were an construct. A map with a thousand of points, connected with each other by a small, small string. No there was a knot in the strings, there and there was nothing else he could do to untie them, to clear up this mess in his head. It was like the road for his thoughts was blocked and now everything just piled up. Irritated he shook his head, even communicating was hard and the knot in his head slowly transformed in his whole body. Then his mind just quit. Rash action. 

Cancer: She could not tame herself anymore, she got hotheaded again and knew the will easily fall in an tantrum again. Followed by this feeling of guilt: why me? Why this unfairness? Why the need to upset others and be upset? In the end a wave of intensity and sadness washed her away before she could get a hold of herself again. And getting back to the surface after being pulled down by the ocean would cost her a lot strength. Strength and a long time of swimming through these endless waters. 

Leo: “I do not like this”. It all started with the feeling of unfairness, adding a a little bit of hurt to the shattered self that lay on the ground. “I cannot let them now I am hurt! I will not allow them to touch me gain that deeply.” She opened her mouth and showed her long, sharp fangs. She roared. It was loud and vibrant. Whetting her claws she narrowed her yellow, fiery eyes. “Pray for yourself”, she whispered before sprinting to her prey. 

Virgo: The head was a like a working space. There were many files and papers he read, worked with, analysed, only to put them into a new file that was stored somewhere in his office. “Wh- what is this?” This certain piece of paper  was not like the others. Unreadable. Impossible to put somewhere, therefore it was just out of order. “I..I have the control..”, he said, his hands starting to shake. “I..I have the control over it…I have the control..”, he repeated unsteady before standing up and shredding the unknown paper. He started breathing hysterically, what was that? This brooding fear inside of him? “Control…”, he said one last time before shattering the mirror and flipping his precious work desk. 

Libra: These thoughts. These worries. These fears. She did not know what to do. How was she supposed to handle? “It is their fault!!”, she cried. But at the same time is was her own fault. She cried quietly, feeling like she wanted to let everything out, but couldn’t reveal herself, because everyone next door was sleeping. She did not want to disturb them with the mess of feelings. “I will ignore it. Swallow it.” But it was far too much to keep on pretending. She felt like being on fire, but she still smiled. A poisonous, deadly smile. Everyone should feel her poison sting inside their veins. 

Scorpio: His anger is intense. It’s like a thunderstorm with roaring thunder inside of him. His heart is beating and he wants to destroy, cry and scream. He wants to let out his darkest thoughts, he wants the world to feel his pain, transformed out of the bitterness. But in the end, he remains silent and waits till everyone left. He could hurt anyone right now, but he know it’ll be no good, knowing that he will destroy for sure if he demonstrates his power. So he balls his fists and closes his door. Outside of his bedroom you can her the thunder roaring. 

Sagittarius: ‘Do not stop me’, was all she thought. These feelings were caging her. No matter what she did to distract herself, the anger would haunt her after all, so the minute it became to much she snapped. She could be free spirited and joyous but deep emotions were something completely different, especially anger. Because she was not only the laughter of joy but indeed the stomp of a herd of wild horses swirling up dust as they made their way through the steppe. There was raw force and energy inside of her and that needed to get out, now. 

Capricorn: Get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself. Now. But there was no way to get himself under control. There was this dam inside of his head that stopped this enormous river of feelings of overflowing. Now, there were little cracks in the once so strong concrete and each of them plainly showed the nerves he lost from time to time. He sat at his desk, swallowed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, the dam broke. The raging float of dark water swallowed him completely. 

Aquarius: She saw it often on other people. Anger. She watched them live it out, stomping with their feet, raging, screaming, shouting. Now? She felt it herself. “I know this, this familiar”, she explained to herself. But familiar did not mean good. She knew her temper tantrums for when she was young. She knew that destructiveness could be a part of it. “I do not want that. I will not.” Suddenly a dark, whispering voice talked to her: “You do not choose to be out of touch. You are not your own master.” She widened her eyes anxiously. And suddenly, it was like she was 7 again. 

Pisces: Anger? Anger, he felt it so deeply, anger and the need to cry out of frustration, he did not want to feel it anymore, the worst thing that ate him alive right now. So he grew bitter. “I can turn nasty”, he thought. “I will be the worst if you make me feel this again.” And so he did. So he became the feeling of anger and bitterness himself. As he looked in the mirror he couldn’t recognize himself anymore. Dark, red eyes starred at him, tears flowing. 

Pray for those who didn’t live to see this Ramdan. Pray for those who are less fortunate. Pray for the reverts who have to hide their fast/salah from their families. Pray for the ill. Pray for your loved ones. Pray for yourself. And for those of us who struggle with the deen may this Ramadan be the one that changes us for the better. Alhumdulilah we lived to see another blessed month. Ramadan Kareem everyone.

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❝ I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change.
I am changing the things I cannot accept.❞

- A N G E L A   D A V I S

↳ for @girlsvstrump

i remember i used to spend my time writing about you.
i used to lose sleep crying over you. finally okay.
i’m happy that i suffered..
in both life and relationships because i’ve learned, i grew, and i’ve evolved into the version of myself most necessary for survival.
i’m a work in progress and i’m still working on a happier, wiser, more loving and accepting ME-daily.
i’m still under construction.
whichever mistakes i made today-
i pray i learn and grow from, but i’ll never give up.
i’ll always choose love.
and i know some days i stumble, but i try my best.
for a long time after you left, my dreams beat my reality.
i used to think about life and shit like everything we could be and everything that should be and all the dead-end promises you gave that fooled me.
i used to pray that you’d find yourself
and someone who could love the baggage you carry on your back and i prayed that i’d find some clarity and the strength to move forward, without you.
i depended on your love for so long
that i didn’t realize you became a part of me.
it was hard to see that
God placed you in my life for a good reasoning.
i’m thankful to you for noticing me.
i’m thankful for our love and all the shit you taught me.
i’m thankful for our ending, i was broken-indescribably.
i’ve faulted myself for loving too hard, for too long.
today i applaud myself.
in a generation where falling in love is conditional and frowned upon, i’ve spilled my soul.
i’ve let you see my naked, and sometimes ugly, truth.
this morning i finally saw my silver lining-
crazy how it used to be you.
—  “ex lover” -Reyna Biddy
  • Person I don't fuck with: lol I'll continue to pray for you.
  • Me: Please don't. You're life is so messy and you've been praying for yourself for years. Keep your witchcraft prayers to yourself.

#11
Kiss someone in the middle of July,
on a day when it’s sunny at noon
and raining its own private sea at 1p.m.

#13
Leave trails of hands along the dust that cakes
the outside of your house. Pay homage
to all that it has held,
all that it’s protected you from,

#18
Climb a mountain, hill, or any other natural
formation you’ve never been to before.

Call out to nature, forgive her.

Tell her she’s beautiful,
tell her she’s loved.

#24
Learn how to play an instrument that isn’t
someone’s feelings.

#26
Forget them all. Find new people.
Go to Japan. Find the place where the sun
melts into the horizon, and pray for peace.

#27
Dare yourself and eat some eel.

#29
Stop trying to find God in the sky.
Instead, look for starlings, and wagtails.
Look for airplanes and kites
and clouds that look like the face of someone
you once knew, and forget them too.

#32
Go to Paris.
Find the oldest copy of love
poems by Desbordes-Valmore,
and read it out to strangers passing in the street.

#52
Love someone with the passion
of a dying sun. A sombre, last-breath,
lungs-afire kind of love.

#68
Grow old like sandstone buildings,
be happy like the ocean breeze hitting the skin.

#70
Spell love on your fingers
and watch someone’s face light up with joy
when they read what you had to say.

Bottle this light, and save it for a rainy day.

#71
Fall in love with people who teach you new things,
like how to say the color blue in Norwegian,
or laughter in German, or how to fish in the Fontenelle Creek.

#1
Forgive yourself in a language only you know.

#1
Heal yourself the only way you know how: slam poetry.

#1
Find your heart.
Love will come when it comes
but you’ll always feel homesick if you think
your heart is always someplace else.

#1
Breathe, breathe, breathe.

—  Bucket list by aye rah

anonymous asked:

Dearest Jalapeñokins? I was wondering if you could do me a favor if you are able and feeling up to it? ( I'm sick af right now..your writing gives me life) Would you please consider one of these things. A: Could I get some fluffy nsfw Jumin Han smut? ~OR~ B: What do you think the RFA +V and Saeran sound like when they're cumming? ( Jumin Thirst anon)

Why not both?

Hope you feel better soon, my thirsty friend!!

[NSFW] [SMUT] BELOW PLS BE WARNED

Okay, so first, what do they sound like when they’re cumming?

  • Yoosung: A whine or a stutter if he’s trying to say something
  • Jumin: Is usually pretty quiet tbh besides his heavy breathing, he prefers you saying his name
  • Zen: Guttural moan, this boy is loud 
  • Jaehee: Cries out through heavy pants 
  • Saeyoung: Moans your name through shivers
  • V: Whispers your name next to your ear 
  • Saeran: Growls “Fffffuck!” or other curses

~I have to also tag @goddamnitdazai because she’s been asking for Jumin smut for  e o n s  here you go BFF.


[JuminxReader]

Word count: 1.344

     “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” you whined through your mixing of the thick batter, the large bowl heavy in your arm as you paced the kitchen.
You were trying your best at being a cute housewife while Jumin was at work. You imagined him coming home to one glorious cake, held proudly by you in your little apron. He’d smile with delight and compliment you on how delicious it was! But standing now, broken egg shells on the counter, flour scattered everywhere, pools of milk, and you covered in batter, this was not going as planned.

     You hadn’t even gotten the batter in the pan before you heard the penthouse door open.

     Please be a security guard, please be a security guard, you prayed to yourself.

     “___, I’m home early,” Jumin declared before flinging his suit jacket on the couch.

     “Shit,” you whispered under your breath, defeated.

     “You’ve been busy today, I see,” he chuckled at the sight of you.

     He stood just a few feet away now, wearing that slight grin that made your knees weak. His large hands fumbled at his tie, pulling it loose from his collar. You gave up, tossing the bowl on the nearest countertop with a sigh.

     “I was trying to bake you a cake,” you replied with a huff.

     “I think more of it got on you than in the bowl,” he laughed, “so cute.”

     Before you could reply he had you pinned up against the counter. Looming over you he reached to the bowl behind your back, dipping a long finger into the batter and bringing it to his lips.

     “Tasty,” he remarked after pulling it from his mouth.

     “R-Really?”

     “Mmhm, try some.”

     He brought a batter drenched finger to your mouth, pressing himself up against you with a little more fervor as you sucked it clean. His mouth descended on your collar bone, lapping up the batter between nibbles. His free hand found your breast and kneaded with intensity as he licked your bare skin clean, grinding his hardening cock into your hips.

     “So this is why you came home early,” you noted through a sly smile.

     “This taste delicious, but I think it would be even sweeter coming from your lips,” he suggested.

     He smeared the sticky concoction over your closed mouth before trailing his tongue over your lips and shoving it inside for a deep kiss. You could almost forget the sharp pain of the counter top pressing against your back as his tongue danced eagerly with wanting in your hot mouth. You were melting in his arms when he pulled your hair, forcing your head back slightly and popping off of your mouth to suck a trail down your neck. You were pink with heat as your breath quickened for him.

     You couldn’t help but reach down and stroke his eager cock through the fabric of his pants, eliciting a satisfied purr from him. Your other hand sweeps over his chest. He feels so warm and solid pressing into you, and the fragrance of his expensive cologne is enough to make you quiver.

     You both moan when his hand sweeps between your legs, grinding itself on your wet folds. It took all you had not to collapse right there, your hips swirling in wanton to meet his friction with a moan. The ridges of his knuckles massaged you into euphoria and you threw your head back with a sigh. He placed a quick and hungry kiss on your mouth before pulling away from you completely.

     “Turn around princess,” he commanded while unbuttoning his pants, “hands on the counter. Do not remove them or I’ll have to punish you.”

     You followed his command, leaning your ass out for him. He didn’t even bother to fully undress either of you. The cool air rushed between your legs as he pulled your dress up over your hips, hooking his fingers in your underwear and dragging them down to your ankles, pausing only to let you step out of them. He planted kisses along your legs on his way up, paying extra attention to that weak spot behind your knees. He trailed his tongue down your moist slit, relishing in the quake of your muscles.

     You yelped when he landed two quick and hard smacks to your ass before seizing it in his hands to grope through your whimper. His legs kicked yours apart for him before sliding his length along your slick folds slowly. You pushed back against him, your whole body pleading for him to enter and fill you.
“I’m sorry, my pet. You know I usually take better care of you, but I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he growled.

     It’s true, he usually spent more time working you up, getting you wet and begging for him. But something in his voice and in his body language today was more demanding and eager. You could only nod before he forced himself into you. The shock of his thrusts and the feeling of his long cock inside of you caused you to lose you grip and slide slightly forward on the counter.

     His right hand swooped under your belly and pulled you back into him roughly to meet his pounding. As soon as you were steady again it travelled down to flick at your sensitive clit, sending you into a frenzied cry of pleasure.

     “Ah! Oh god, right th-there,” you puffed, fireworks in your belly as he found your spot and began hitting it over and over again with vigor.

     Your walls were convulsing around him and you felt your juices soaking your inner thighs, the sound of his slamming becoming more of a wet slap as you drew closer to your orgasm. His cock was twitching and throbbing inside of you at the feeling.

     “Do you like when I fuck you like this,” he spoke through bated breath, “when I make you my own?”

     “Ahh, y-yes! God, yes!” you were straining to hold yourself against his thrusts.

     He switched up rhythms, hips swirling driving into you at a slower more methodical pace. You lost it when his hand began slapping at your pussy, causing you to wriggle and thrash underneath him as the waves of pleasure came rolling through your every fiber. The combination of his pumping and stimulating your sensitive nub fueled your demanding side as you pushed yourself back into him greedily.

     “Mmm…yeahh,” you managed to pull a moan from him, “you’re so naughty and eager for me, aren’t you,” he panted.

     Your head was floating, your cheeks searing hot as a violent pleasure tore through you, moaning out as he fucked you through your orgasm.

     He gripped your hair, pumping long and languid thrusts, stretching you further. Sure that he held you firmly in place, he released your hair and moved that hand around your chest, ripping at the collar of your shirt in order to dip inside more easily and grip your breast with voracity. His fingers were encircling your hard nipples before pinching and rolling down on the nub.

     “J-jumin…ah!”

     “Mmm…say it again,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

     “Jumin! Ah, fffuck!” your hands flailed wildly, knocking the bowl off of the counter.

     Hearing you moan his name shot him over the edge and he spurt himself into you forcefully. His hips smacked against you with a husky breath, hand still lingering on your breast before his final thrust.

     Your head was hazy when he finally pulled away from you. With shaky legs you took a few steps, thinking you could make it to get the glass of water you desperately needed. But before you went any further his hand hooked around your side in a possessive manner, pulling you into his chest and brushing your hair back behind your ear when you looked up to meet his gaze.

     “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet,” he spoke with a fire in his eyes, “Let’s get you cleaned up, my pet. I’ll draw a bath…”

Laconic (Kuroo Tetsurō)

Originally posted by shouyou-sunshine

Summary: In a world where everyone’s first words to their soulmate are tattooed on their soulmate’s forearm, you are cursed with the vaguest, most simplistic tattoo in history. And you hate the word “hey.”

Genre: Fluff + Soulmate!au

A/N: This is my first fic for an anime and I’m not even an anime blog (whoops lmao) but I saw @lazyhaikyuu’s post and I just couldn’t help myself!! Enjoy the 2.8K words :)

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“Acquainted” - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by alcantara420

Warnings: alcohol, slight mention of smut.

Word Count: 2,300 words.

A/N: This imagine was not requested, but I had quite some fun writing it. I hope y’all enjoy it! Let me know if you want me to write a part 2!


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