1st House, Adrenaline Junkie:
big temper, violent father figure, experiences with violent men in general, parental betrayal, isolation, sexually licentious and immodest, esteem issues, subjects herself to unspeakable disrespect and degradation, violent death

2nd House, Sugarbaby:
fad diets, eating disorders, remarkable sense of taste, some fit the definition of functioning psychopath, often slandered, “come-back kid”, feral “earthy” sex, crimes involving money, success in business

3rd house *Exalted, The Other Woman:
deception, unwed mothers, miscarriage, abortion, death of child, loss of child custody, obsession, an “Eve” wife who knows about a “Lilith” mistress (or vice versa), talented writer/speaker, “shape-shifting”, problems (or abuse) involving siblings, extreme loyalty to siblings, “Lilith” sibling(s), dark humor, extremely clever

4th house *Detriment, Immaculate Misconception:
cold childhood, abandoned by a parent (due to deployment, divorce, or death), “black sheep”, “rags-to-riches” (somewhat uncommon), mixed ethnicity, bilingual, early awareness of difference, frequent problems with obsession, childhood abuse (usually sexual), talent in acting (manipulation), paranormal disturbances (could be demonic), “cursed” lineage, “Lilith” offspring

5th house, Lotto Winner:
“Lilith” offspring, trust issues, paranoia, gambling, incredible luck bestowed at least once, talent with writing, “Lilith” physical appearance ( very dark or red hair, lithe body), children outsmart them

6th house, Ms. President:
rejected by their teachers, exposure to dangerous activities in childhood (or during development of their own Lilith-like qualities), little patience for the mindless routine jobs, switches jobs quickly​, problems with hygiene/health (sometimes), self-preservation, authority

7th house, Mary Magdalene:
may be viewed as a slut even if she is not sexually promiscuous, either the person becomes “Lilith” or looks for someone (often a spouse) to be “Lilith” for them, refusal to share resources with others, wants others to “see the light”, preoccupied with relationships, strong-willed spouse

8th house, Persephone:
intensely intimate, unsettling, may exploit others sexually, may have been threatened as an infant, childhood abuse, power struggle, objectified from a young age, keeper of secrets, attracted to dark people, occult interest, occult gifts, intuition, “Lilith” soulmate

9th house, Bride of Dionysus:
wants to transcend all limits, needs to be revolutionary in ideas, drops out of higher educations because they are bored, switches schools, encounters Lilith-types on long-distance travel, do not remarry, unorthodox philosophy

10th house, The CEO:
miscarriage, envious, power hungry, could be a talented dancer, manipulation of others through the career, ladyboss, Patroness of Illegitimate Children, cold mothers, demise of “Eve”, home-wrecker, perfectionist, shrewd

11th house, Rebel Rebel:
odd sexual fantasies, not accepted by peer groups, greater maturity, “restlessness” with regard to children, marriage to a “friend” or a “friend with benefits” which causes problems, “Lilith” best friend, hatred/suspicion when it comes to trends, groups, and government, vigilant protester

12th house, Mardi Gras Queen:
post-natal depression/psychosis, nightmares, sleeping problems, paranormal disturbances, shadow people, face of “Eve”.. mind of “Lilith”, “Lilith” nature is not recognized by others, hold their friends close and their enemies closer, leader, popularity, lover of costumes and masks, serves others

@windythegreat sent in : “ Prompt Witches that specialise in plants. Vines on her walls succulents hanging by window. Thank you so much for wonderful writing”

It starts with the poinsettia Carol hands to Sydney after Christmas. The leaves are bright red and green, the plant is healthy, but there’s something sour about the pot. She thinks it might be the wetness of the soil or the way the plastic wrapped around the pot is holding water on the bottom.

“Maybe you can use it,” Carol tells her, flapping a hand at the door. “For, you know, your…thing.”

My craft, Sydney corrects mentally. She smiles at Carol, understanding that her friend is being considerate in her own way, and climbs into her car. She’s not a big talker and she’s fortunate that she has friends who understand that. She can deal with her practice being relegated to “thing.”

Sydney takes the poinsettia home, takes the plastic off, and watches the water drain down the kitchen sink. She sniffs the soil and is oddly pleased. Less sour and more earthy.

She takes the plant with her to the bedroom, situating it in her bedroom window. She falls asleep admiring the red leaves.


After the poinsettia is the spider plant. This one is born out of necessity rather than happenstance, an intentional addition to her new home.

There’s a story behind this.

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Since I’m pretty much almost done with the Greenwood legacy (generation 10 heir is about to pop out from where I’m at in my queue) I already have a couple ideas for where I want to go next and I’m pretty excited. I think I’m gonna do a short story that eventually turns into another legacy challenge with rags to riches basically mixed in. We shall see!

Malcolm Turnbull claims the 26th of January is our day, our national day, but what he’s really saying is it’s our day as the white people of Australia. He’s saying that the 26th of January is the national day of the white people who came to Australia and brutalised, infected and enslaved the original, rightful owners of the land. He refuses to change the date of Australia Day because it’s ‘our day’. But it’s only our day. It’s only a day for white Australians to be able to celebrate, and even then, many of us don’t want to.

The PM is not being asked to eliminate Australia Day. He’s being asked to move the date, so that we can celebrate the incredibly mixed and rich culture Australia has become without celebrating the day we came to this land and destroyed so many lives of those who were already living here. But he refuses, because Australia Day is ‘our’ day, which clearly means it has nothing to do with the Aboriginal people, the terrifying brutalities white man put them through, or their claim on this land at all.


Shop Update - Introducing new fragrances inspired by Dragon Age’s Alistair, Cassandra, and Anders by Siren Song Elixirs

First Knight - Strong, dependable sandalwood and vanilla are at the heart of this shy and humble Grey Warden Alistair who is much stronger and braver than most give him credit for, even himself. Comforting, warm, and playful notes of creamy caramel mixed with toasty, fragrant marshmallow give a lighthearted sweetness to this young former Templar who maintains good humor in dark times and who has a love for bad jokes shared with a good friend. An alluring and sensuous musk emanates from him when hugged tightly, as he whispers honest words of adoration, as does the kiss of a single crisp rose, picked from the darkness, as a token of his honest affection for his love. Alistair’s innocence, sweetness, and honesty make him a rare man among many, fit to lead a nation as it’s King or to face the darkness in good humor as a Grey Warden. Either way, he will do so with the Hero of Ferelden by his side, never to part. 

Seeker - Cassandra is a Lady and a warrior, hailing from the ancient noble lines of exotic Nevarra from a famed family of Dragon Hunters but this noble lady warrior has dedicated her life to the Seekers of Truth who serve the Chantry. Her tough exterior shields her soft, inner romantic who dreams of romance she only finds in books and other “smutty literature.” She is a no-nonsense woman represented with beautiful notes of bold, intoxicating orchid and sweet, red pomegranate mixed with rich, golden honey, black currants and ripe pears. Bold florals burn away to reveal dark golden musk, amber, vanilla, patchouli, myrrh, and more delicate florals of rose and jasmine hidden found hidden in the depths of ancient dry woods like those found in the crypts of the Mortalitasi and used in the ancient arts of Necromancy. Honoring her heritage, there lies hints of the swirling pools of dark Dragons Blood spilled by her ancestors in the depth of this fragrance.  Key Notes - Bold orchid, juicy pomegranate, black currants, followed by deep, exotic musk and mellow spices that linger in the air. 

Apostate - Upon meeting Anders, a warm, sweet, sensuous musk lingers with longing amidst base notes of amber, sandalwood, cedarwood, myrrh, dragons blood, patchouli, and ancient woods creating an allure that is indescribable and unassuming and you find it has grown on you before you even realized it, conjuring tender thoughts for the mage even in his absence. Fresh herbal notes cling to the apostate healer of Darktown with faint wisps of rosemary, mint and elderflower from his selfless need to help others. Romantic blends of spices including cinnamon, clove, citrus and vanilla swirl with floral notes of violet, jasmine, rose, and lily to create the slow burn of a mage daring to fall in love for the first time despite the darkness that surrounds them. A splash of playful black cherry serve as a reminder of the sass and snark this former Grey Warden serves with a smile and a kiss. 

Dragon Age’s Krem Body Butter to be released by 03/22/17!

(*≧▽≦)   hq!! ot3+ week day 2: roommates!!

*Fallen goddess* Jumin Han x bodyguard!reader pt 4

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The clock ticked to 10 PM, and the RFA party was in full swing.

Jumin checked his wristwatch, sighing audibly. Seven turned to him, smirking. “Are you worried about (Y/n)?”

“Why should I be?”, the stoic male rolled his eyes in response. But he was, and he lost himself in thought. He was excited, but nervous at the same time. Something about being near her, put him on the edge.

The redhead clapped Jumin on the back. “With her around, you won’t need to worry about a single thing.” Jumin raised his eyebrow questioningly.

“I’ve looked into her. She’s absolutely deadly. Her clients haven’t got a single scratch on them during the time they were in her care.” Jumin nodded, without a doubt. He knew better than anyone.

Seven’s brows furrowed. “However, there’s so much missing about her. No family details, not even a date of birth. A person of that much mystery is something I haven’t come across in my entire life.”

Jumin was about to speak, when he noticed a familiar scent. The mix of rich vanilla and musk that made him go weak at the knees. He looked for the source of the fragrance, when Jaehee approached him.

“Miss (Y/n) is here, Mr Han.”

Jumin’s heart stopped.

There she stood, in the middle of the hall. Those around her stepped away, leaving a space that merely managed to contain her powerful aura. She turned, and saw him.

(Y/n) walked towards him slowly, her eyes twinkling. Her black silk dress flowed out from behind her, with the light bringing out gold glimmers that left her glowing. His eyes traced over her beautiful curves, and her hair that tumbled down her exposed back in cascading waves.

Everyone in the room was speechless.

(Y/n) came to a graceful stop, and gave a curtsey to the RFA members. Zen’s mouth gaped open, while Yoosung looked faint. Seven was the least surprised, but still taken aback nevertheless.

Jumin stepped forward towards her, which elicited a smile from (Y/n).

“You came.” He said slowly, taking in her beauty. He was at a loss for words.

“Of course I did. Fashionably late, too.” She teased. (Y/n) grabbed him by the tie, and pulled him down to her. “Let’s have some fun tonight, shall we?” She whispered seductively, her lips brushing over his ear.

Jumin flushed, his heart beating fast. This woman was unbelievable.

She gently let him go, and turned to the red faced members of the RFA. “It is a pleasure to meet you all.” (Y/n) said charmingly.

They exchanged greetings, while others went back to their own conversations.

Jumin watched as Zen talked spiritedly with (Y/n), who seemed to like the young man immediately. He felt an unfamiliar feeling stir in his heart. Was this jealousy? He shook his head, and turned away. “She’s not mine…” Jumin thought, chiding himself. He had no right, no reason.

A server holding a tray of glasses with a wine bottle, approached Jumin. He waited, thankful for an excuse to drown out his confusing thoughts. To Jumin’s horror, a woman’s skirt caught on the waiter’s ankle. As the man fell, Jumin toppled backwards, falling on the floor.

“Look out!” A shrill voice called, followed by the shattering of glass.

Jumin braced himself, but felt nothing.

He slowly opened his eyes, to see that he was unscathed. Jumin looked up to see (Y/n) standing over him, holding the wine bottle in one hand, and a bouquet of glasses in the other.

Jumin breathed a sigh of relief, until he realised she didn’t have all of them.

He immediately got to his feet, but she waved him off. (Y/n) picked the shards of glass off her skin without hesitation, causing Jumin to gasp in horror.

He grabbed her hands. “Why did you do that, you got yourself hurt!”

(Y/n)’s burning gaze connected with his. “This is my job,” she said nonchalantly. Stepping away, she left the room.

Jumin did not notice the server apologising profusely, or the waiters rushing in to clean up the mess.

This was mere glass, and he felt torn. Had it been knives, bullets…

He ran out of the hall, searching for her. For (Y/n) to be safe, there was only one thing to do.

Just a few reasons to watch Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

1. Rachel Bloom.

2. Pop culture musical parody.

3. Broadway musical homages.

4. An Asian bro is one of the main romantic leads.

5. Positive and honest portrayal of a bisexual character.

6. Feminist as hell.

7. Alt-sketch sensibility mixed with rich character driven rom-com.

8. There is no obvious choice in the “love triangle”

9. Real, true, and humorous depiction of mental health.

10. Because you can’t get a ticket to Hamilton.

A lot of galaxies need guarding!

Much like the eclectic group of space rebels in the upcoming film Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope has some amazing superpowers, specifically when it comes to observing innumerable galaxies flung across time and space.

A stunning example is a galaxy cluster called Abell 370 that contains an astounding assortment of several hundred galaxies tied together by the mutual pull of gravity. That’s a lot of galaxies to be guarding, and just in this one cluster!

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She - Tyler, The Creator [Luminate Mix]
Kill4u - Robb Bank$
Persian Rugs - PARTYNEXTDOOR x Solid - Robb Bank$ Mix
Sun Goddess - Hurt Everybody
Playah - Goldlink x Need Want - Lakim
Gettin’ Throwed - Two Fresh
Don’t Worry - PARTYNEXTDOOR x Nuri [MIX]
HML - Robb Bank$ x Nuri [MIX]
Planet Paradise - Goldlink
Since My Dog Died - Retch x O - Nuri
Nightmare On Figg St - Q [LAKIM MIX]
Aye - Rich Gang [LAKIM MIX]
Fuck Being Polite - Goldlink

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These are coast redwoods (Sequoia sempervirens) in Humboldt Redwoods State Park, California. The park is home to the largest continuous block of old-growth redwood forest left on the planet- with some 10,000 acres.

The alluvial flats along its creeks and rivers are prime redwood habitats. The mix of rich soils, water, and fog rolling in from the ocean have produced the planet’s tallest forest. Of the 180 known redwoods greater than 350 feet, more than 130 grow here.

Coastal redwoods can be up to 379 feet (115.5 m) in height (without the roots) and up to 26 feet (7.9 m) in diameter at breast height.

Research now shows that the older such trees get, the more wood they put on- nice to see even trees go through a midlife spread.


Photograph by Michael Nichols, National Geographic

The Lost

The place stinks, is the first thing the two young men notice. You could practically smell it before walking through the door. Beer, cigarette smoke, and vomit. A disgusting cocktail. Yet inside is worse. Someone could almost mistaken this as a seedy bar and nothing more. And in a way it is. But on certain nights, he serves another purpose.

That purpose is why the place is packed, filled with people of different statures. Rich are mixed in with the criminals. Only thing telling them apart is the clothes they wear. But they all have a singular goal in mind. To place a bid. Voices shout out numbers, each higher than the last until a mighty voice yells ‘sold’. There is some muttering for a few moments before it all starts over again.

The two men make it to a corner where they can see the stage where sometimes an open mic event is held. But no would be singer is singing tonight. Only now and then is there any sound besides the crowd and announcer and that is the sound of sobbing. For it is the auction of people, more precisely, mutants. The thought makes both men tremble in pure rage. If they could, they would bring this building to the ground and the mutants all sent to the only safe haven left, Genosha.

But they can’t. They are here on a mission. To see if any of these poor souls might be of any use for the Freedom Force concerning the unspoken war five years ago. Or if there are any of those that need immediate rescue, then they are allowed to step in and offer a price on behalf of the FF. They are not allowed to ste in other wise and disturb the proceedings no matter how badly they want to. So they are forced to stand there and watch a fellow mutant get dragged out in chains and when that golden word is spoken, they are dragged off to go to who knows where.

Nether man hope to be here long. The secret message said there is only nine being auctioned off tonight. They had agreed to save at least three souls which they have never had a problem with. So they watch the stage silently as three mutants were put on stage then taken off. The fourth one had them in sudden high alert. Both stood up from their seats and inched closer, needing to see if it was who they thought they were seeing. They ignore the voices, the shouts. They needed to look at it’s yellow eyes and confirm it’s him. When they do, one of them jumps on stage and goes directly for the announcer, pulling out his ID and papers while the other one calls out in a voice only loud enough to be heard by the poor creature in front of him, “Hey, stay still and we are going to get you out of here. Stay calm.”

Somewhere Along the Lines

this is one of the most personal things i’ve ever written. i’m sorry if the storyline’s too unclear.

this was inspired by @pjiminnie‘s troublemaker, although it turned out WAY TOO DIFFERENTLY HAHAH

tagging some people @chimcharms @sugabub @wonswoos @jiminmusings i hope you like it!! ^^

a highschool!AU that just came to my mind for some reason.

characters: Namjoon (ft. the rest of bangtan)

word count: 7708 (im sorry if theres any mistakes)

a/n: this took out everything in me oh god ;; also, this scenario is written in third person limited point of view and its my first time writing like this, so hopefully i did well!

WARNING: hints of sex, physical abuse, and mental illnesses ; death mention

Originally posted by mercury

The bell chimed over the rustling autumn leaves scraping against windows, the collective sighs of happiness leaving the lips of tired students were not at all uncommon for the exhausted senior class every Tuesday. The afternoon sun was pale, leaving shadows on the hallways outside; light reflecting on the murky green lockers and polished floors, the drowsiness in the air nearly tangible. A typical day.

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Had a fantastic time in brussels painting this mural! thank you #urbana_project for having me, it was great!
This wall is about brussels being known as the capital of the EU. The Idea was to show europe as a person, with a heart symbolizing the capital in the middle,
Different cultural aspects, shapes and patterns in the persons clothes display the great diversity of the european community.
All the details are dedicated to the rich cultural mix of people in the heart of europe,
showing some folklorish patterns, plants, animals and architecture…
The cat symbolizes the relationship and love to other people,
and how important it is to treat each other with respect and care.

#muralart #frauisa #theweird #graffitiart #ilovecats #graffiti #urbanart #brussels #wallart #streetart #muralartbrussels
Rehousing of Grenfell Tower families in luxury block receives mixed response

Rich people are the plight of inhumanity. These animals are more concerned that the market value of their luxury homes will deop than they are at the fact that these people lost everything - from friends and family to everything they owned - and would rather see them homeless than sharing the luxury apartments they live in. Claiming they worked hard to get them. Bitch these people worked harder than you, probably doing all the work your rich ass refuses to do. I am so disgusted.