a wonderful understanding where they are able to accept and love each other

anonymous asked:

Hi Alice, odd question but: Do you believe asexuals belong in the LGBT community? I have a friend who identifies this way, but as a trans girl, I'm struggling to understand how she has to go through the same things as an LGBT person by being asexual. And struggle aside, I don't even see how asexuality is THAT different from heterosexuality, just with more... hesitation!? Maybe this sounds rude, but I know you've written about asexual people etc, and I wondered what you thought. No shade intended

Hi there. I’m glad you reached out to me about this because you must have really upset your friend by saying stuff like this to them.

It’s easy to see why not only cishet people, but also LGBT+ people, think that asexuality is fake. The world is awash with sex and sexual attraction. It’s everywhere. And everyone is supposed to want it and feel it. It’s so extremely normalised that the idea that someone could be literally UNABLE to feel sexual attraction is, to many people, absolutely bizarre and a joke.

Even if you acknowledge that asexuality is real, it’s also easy to see why you would be so quick to reject and get angry at asexual people who call themselves LGBT+. Because asexual people are not like you, are they. Unless they are trans, asexuals don’t have gender troubles, and unless they experience same-gender romantic attraction, asexuals don’t experience same-gender attraction! Lesbian, bi, gay etc people can all be joined together in their experience of same gender attraction, and all trans folks, binary and non binary, can be joined together in their experience of feeing a disconnect from their assigned birth gender.

The result? No one wants asexuals near them. People can’t relate. No one else feels the way asexuals do and people don’t think they should be part of the group. They’re not the same as you.

But oh god, they are not allowed in the cishet club either.

The first thing you need to try and unlearn is that asexuality is in any way similar to heterosexuality. It’s not. It’s so, so fucking not. It’s painful how different it feels to be asexual compared to being heterosexual. Telling an ace person that asexuality isn’t ‘THAT different from heterosexuality’ is about as accurate as saying being gay isn’t ‘THAT different from heterosexuality’. Being asexual means you do not experience sexual attraction, ever. EVER. And while that might seem easy to you, it’s an extremely painful and terrifying thing to learn about yourself, in a world where everyone is expected to have an array of sexual experiences, fall in love, get married, and anyone who doesn’t do that is strange and a freak.

Learning you are asexual can be terrifying. When you realise you’ve never had a crush, when all your friends have had ten each, you are terrified. When you pass the age where people have started dating and having sex and you still feel nothing - NOTHING - you are terrified. When you think about ever falling in love and the idea disgusts you, or you think about falling in love and you crave it, god you CRAVE it, but you know you can’t ever feel that, you are terrified. When you realise you will never be able to enjoy a normal romantic/sexual relationship, the ones full of passion like you see in the movies, and people will reject you because you can’t fancy them in that way, and there’s a higher chance for you than anyone else that you will simply die alone, without love, without children - you are terrified.

You think being ace is the same as heterosexuality? You think it’s an easy thing to learn about yourself? Explain the terror, then. I’m all ears.

The fact you see asexuality as 'hesitation’ is really horrifying to me. Asexuals aren’t attracted to the opposite gender but 'hesitant’ to act on it. Asexuals DO NOT feel attraction. To anyone. It’s not a choice. It’s not a way of life. It’s not the same as celibacy out of choice, or being a 'prude’, or waiting till marriage. It is ingrained in you, just like being gay is, just like being trans is. It is a part of you that no matter how hard you try to will it away, no matter how hard you try to persuade yourself otherwise, you cannot help it. You DO NOT feel attracted to ANYONE.

And in saying all this, I fully acknowledge that asexuals do not experience the extent of oppression that other LGBT+ folks do. There are no laws regarding asexuality. Lesbian, gay, bi, trans, and other LGBT+ folks no doubt experience a higher level and intensity of systematic oppression to asexuals, more frequently go through hard experiences due to their orientation or gender. But since when did being LGBT+ become a competition for 'who’s the most oppressed’? Is that what LGBT+ is? You’re only allowed in the club if you’re 'oppressed enough’? If you’re 'gay enough’? If you’re 'trans enough’?

If you need persuading that asexuals do experience their own form of oppression, though, consider the number of asexuals who are coerced into sex in order to 'fix’ them. Consider the emotional pain that I have already discussed, of feeling that there is something fundamentally wrong and gross about you because you feel attracted to no one. Consider the number of asexuals who are hounded or emotionally abused by their families for failing to find partners. Consider the number of asexuals who force themselves to have sexual experiences, because it is the norm, because they don’t even know what asexuality is, because THEY think that they are just 'hesitant’, despite finding sex disgusting and feeling no desire to do it. Do you really think asexuals are just running around, free and happy and content in who they are? They aren’t. I’m not.

So go ahead. Cast aside asexuals if you want. Call them attention-seeking, call them special snowflakes. Ignore the pain they feel. Make them go through it alone, in pain, terrified of what they are. Why on earth would the LGBT+ community be a place to support people like that!?

Messages like the one you have just sent me gives me further reason to never talk about that part of myself. To just sit and cry about it at home day after day because I do not like myself. Because I feel that nobody will accept me or understand who I am. I could list the number of things people have said to me to discredit and laugh at this part of myself, but it’s people like you who make me embarrassed to talk about it, too scared to own a label and talk about it freely and openly.

I thought, going into this, that the LGBT+ community was one of total respect, understanding, and empathy. I learnt pretty quickly that it is not.

I send love to your asexual friend. I really, really do.

Disclaimer: I am very aware of the nuances of asexuality, of the differences between romantic/aesthetic/sexual attraction, but sadly it seems that many people can’t even grasp the basic concept of asexuality, so I don’t quite think they’re ready for that yet.

Shiro and the Black Lion meta: “You Saved Me.”

I’ve been wanting to write this meta for a while, because after season 2 came out I’ve seen a lot of people characterise the Black Lion as disloyal or fickle, and I don’t think this is the case. I think the Black Lion is extremely loyal to Shiro, and very closely bonded to him; and I think she probably hates Zarkon as much as Shiro does. That might be a strange conclusion to come to after she literally spat Shiro out in the season 1 finale, so let’s break this down a little bit:

If you leave aside the incident in 1x11, the rest of the show portrays the Black Lion and Shiro as very closely bonded. In 1x02 Shiro is the only Paladin who’s able to do the nosedive exercise. At this point he’s been piloting the Lion for like… a couple of days MAX, but he’s able to bond with her to the point that he can see through her eyes. So far, we haven’t seen any of the other Paladins pull this off. The Lion/Paladin bond is a two-way thing - we see that clearly with Red and Keith - so we have to assume that this bonding moment is not just down to Shiro’s calm focus. It’s also coming from Black.

You can also see Black’s willingness to bond with Shiro in 2x07. Shiro goes down to the hangar, sits in the Lion, and goes: “Work with me. What do I have to do to strengthen our bond?” And the Lion is like: “YES BONDING! ALRIGHT! LET’S GO!!” She immediately powers up and whisks Shiro off on a spiritual journey. She invites Shiro to see through her eyes, and shows him her history and how she was made. Shiro asks ‘what do I have to do to strengthen our bond?’ and the Lion’s answer is 'you need to understand my history and where I come from’. And again - we’ve not seen any of the other Lions do this. Shiro is the only Paladin whose Lion has opened up about their past or told their Paladin this kind of visual story.

None of this is consistent with the characterisation of the Black Lion as disloyal. It certainly doesn’t seem like she mistrusts or dislikes Shiro, right? If anything, she seems positively eager to open up to him.

Which brings me to my theory about the Black Lion: I don’t think she’s fickle, or contrary, or lowkey still into her ex. I don’t think she likes Zarkon at all, or misses him, or wants him back as her Paladin.

I think she’s traumatised.

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BTS Ships Astrology Analysis - Yoonseok/Sope

In this series, I’ll be doing full, detailed, very long compatibility and synastry analyses on various pairings in BTS. These aren’t necessarily romantic or platonic, I’ll just be looking at the dynamics of their relationship. Feel free to leave a comment of which ship you’d like to see next!

  • ah where do i start with these two!
  • i think this is an v v compatible pairing, probably one of the most out of the group
  • when you look at their charts it’s really no wonder why their bond is so sweet

Originally posted by yoonseokismyreligion

Planet Compatibility

  • hoseok is an aquarius-pisces cusp, meaning he displays traits from both signs. i think this is why he molds so well with yoongi’s pisces sun. they both have a compassionate, whimsical personality and share a similar outlook on life. and with pisces being a creative sign, there’s no wonder they create amazing music together
  • venus determines what you look for in a partner, and hoseok’s pisces venus draws him instantly to yoongi. he is attracted by the sensitive soft type, and yoongi is exactly that. in many ways, he views yoongi as his ideal type.
  • yoongi’s aries venus wants someone active, fun, and independent. hoseok’s aquarius sun and mars provide that excitement that makes him tick

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

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A quick Clexa AU fic list as requested by anon

This is rather chaotic as I’ve put it together real quick and I’ve plenty favorites - I might add more as I remember or as I go through my reading (some are finished, some are on-going). For now though …

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where MC accidentally destroys something really important to the RFA+Saeran? With a lot of angst if you can

Honestly, they wouldn’t be all too upset with MC even if it was reaaally important—she’s more important to them, after all. Still, I did serve some angst here and there for ya. :^) It amuses me how the scenario varies so much though LOL anyway I’ll consider uploading a second post to show what happened after the worst ones.

Dedicated to @olivineonyx because I want to make you cry (only a bit) on your birthday :^) Thank you for always being such a joy to talk to—even though I reply slowly at times. And thank you for supporting our work all throughout these months ^~^

–R.I.

Request Killing: 19/30

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MC Breaks Something Important to RFA [1]

Yoosung

| Warning: Angst, Heartbreak, Mentions of Death

  • There was a corner in the house that Yoosung had always warned you not to go near.
  • He was so scarily protective about that area that his personality could take a 180 degree turn as soon as you ever mentioned it. You could be laying in his arms, watching a movie together while cooing sweet nothings to each other… but as soon as you tried to take advantage of the moment to ask about that corner, his eyes would turn cold.
  • The first couple times that you had tried asking, he would give you puppy eyes, asking you in a sad tone, “Do you not trust me…?” to which you could never talk back against, not wanting to hurt his feelings. But as you persisted throughout the 2 years you’ve spent with him, he gave up on that act, and expressed how he really felt instead.
  • Now, when you asked about it, he would only stare at you, cocking his head upward slightly as if to challenge you. “MC, haven’t you already asked hundreds of times already? Can’t you respect my privacy? We’re in a relationship, but that doesn’t mean we have to know everything about each other,” he’d answer coolly.
  • You couldn’t understand why he was so uptight about it. So, one day, while he was away visiting a friend, you decided to search that area—it couldn’t hurt, right? You would put everything back anyway.
  • You knelt in front of the drawers, a determined look on your face. You had several hours before Yoosung was home, and you would clean it all up soon. When you opened the drawers… nothing seemed to really jump at you. There were only photo albums.
  • A smile tugged at your face as you reached for the album, wondering if there were really embarrassing photos hidden there that he didn’t want you to see.
  • But even as you opened it, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was weird. Why would he be this upset about mere photos? Besides, wouldn’t he have thrown them away if that were the case?
  • When your eyes fell upon the first photo, it took your breath away.
  • No wonder.
  • Rika was smiling in the photo, looking ever so innocent and joyful. Your fingers began to tremble as you turned the page, only to feel even more dread pile up in your heart. There weren’t only photos, but handwritten pages as well.
  • As you read the words, you realized how much love was poured into them. Yoosung Kim loved Rika more than a cousin, and these pages were the living proof of that.
  • Confusion tore your heart—why would he hide this, if he loved you? Wouldn’t he have told you…? Unless… he still loved her.
  • You quickly shut the book, but unbeknownst to you, a page was torn in the process…
  • As you had promised yourself, you put everything back in its place, and Yoosung didn’t notice that you had touched it, either. The only giveaway hints were that you would shy away from his touch from time to time, but it was so subtle, nobody would be able to tell.
  • It was weeks later, early in the morning at 4:30AM when Yoosung abruptly awoke you from your slumber, his eyes a stormy basil.
  • His voice was low and controlled as he asked you, “Did you touch those drawers?”
  • You didn’t answer him, still dazed from sleep, but a million thoughts flew through your mind. How did he know?
  • “I said, did you touch those drawers?” he repeated himself, his tone harsher this time.
  • When you failed to answer again, he held up the album you had opened, revealing the ripped page.
  • “I would never be so careless to rip something so important to me. And you’re the only other person in our apartment,” he drawled, his gaze cold as he looked down at you, “I never should have trusted you.”
  • His words stung, and it woke you up, hurt and betrayal swelling in your chest. “I’m not the one who stayed in a relationship for 2 goddamn years while my heart belonged to someone else! God, Yoosung, RIKA IS DEAD, can’t you accept that?! Why do you still care so much about her? Why? Why, when you have me by your side.”
  • He didn’t answer, nor did his glare falter.
  • I’m the one you’ve woken up with everyday, I’m the one who’s cooked all those meals for you, I’m the one who’s spent all this time with you for the past TWO years now. Why are you still thinking about her?!” you screamed at him, shoving him in the chest.
  • “Then leave,” he said coldly, “If you know that I don’t love you, then leave.”
  • He didn’t give you time to respond before he walked out of the room, and you eventually heard the sound of the front door slamming shut as well.
  • Your breath caught in your throat. Was he really willing to throw away everything—the bond you’ve built, the feelings you’ve accumulated, the experiences you’ve shared… because of one thing?
  • But then again… if he’s actually been in love with her all this time… was any of that even real? Had he been insincere about everything this entire time?
  • You felt dizzy with these thoughts.
  • You had given everything to him… Your time, your love, your care… He’s seen every part of your body and learned all your secrets, and you swore you two were truly in love and that you would marry someday… Had it all been in your head?
  • The dizziness only worsened, and you staggered on your feet, heading to the kitchen—the kitchen where Yoosung had always snuck up behind you while you cooked, the kitchen where the two of you had eaten together everyday…
  • Before you knew it, you had a knife in your hand and—
  • To be continued.

Jumin

  • You were the clumsy type.
  • Well, maybe not exactly, but in Jumin’s house, you often found yourself breaking one thing after the other. His house was huge, but he would always receive so many gifts from business partners and coworkers alike that he didn’t always have a place for them, often cluttering tabletops and drawers.
  • He never got upset when you broke things, only ever chuckling and pinching your cheek and calling you clumsy… so when you knocked down a snow globe while digging through his closet drawer, you hadn’t expected him to get too mad either.
  • When he returned home that day, you brought it to his attention immediately like you always did. His reaction was different than you expected, though.
  • Jumin’s eyes widened as soon as the word ‘snow globe’ had passed through your lips, and his lips tugged downward after hearing the full story. Through gritted teeth, he quietly told you, “Please don’t go through my belongings like that again.”
  • You didn’t think too much of it, but you figured the snow globe must’ve been really important to him, so you did try to make it up to him…
  • That night, as you were falling asleep, you heard Jumin sighing heavily beside you, seated on the edge of the bed as he held the snow globe in hand.
  • “Even this… the last thing you gifted me is broken, Jihyun,” he murmured softly, “I wonder if every trace of you will end up disappearing like this…”
  • You couldn’t help but shed a few tears, feeling sorry that you had broken something so important to Jumin… He didn’t even get mad at you…
  • His warm fingers brushed against your cheek, a thumb wiping away your tears.
  • “Don’t cry, my love,” he said tenderly, turning off the light on his bedside table and snuggling next to you. “Please don’t cry…”
  • His soothing voice lulled you to sleep, the guilt that washed over you following you into your dreams…

707

  • You were playing another round of hide-and-seek, and you chose to dive under the desk of his computer this time, thinking he’d never suspect you to hide there. Normally, you hid everywhere but his office, after all…
  • As you huddled in the shadows, you noticed several papers seeped under the desk drawer, almost hidden out of sight. With a finger, you carefully slid it out, and you almost gasped in shock as you realized what it was.
  • He was still doing missions for Vanderwood.
  • That much was obvious from the details of the file. But you thought he had quit…?
  • When you started dating, Seven told you that the agency was finally letting him go… so why was this here?
  • You shook your head. No, he wouldn’t lie to you. Maybe the file was old.
  • You opened the folder, squinting to read the words in the dark room, the only light coming from the half-open door. The file dated back to last year. What a relief…
  • But as you skimmed over the contents, your heart dropped again.
  • In exchange for permitting Agent 707’s leave, the final mission….break into C&R files….client demanded its bankruptcy…’
  • You swallowed hard. This was the price of your relationship…? Betraying Jumin and Jaehee’s trust…
  • Clearly, Seven had taken it as slow as possible, but this time also allowed for the bond between them to deepen, and he’d earned more and more of their trust. You knew that Seven already had access to several files and accounts associated with the C&R, but you hadn’t realized that his willingness to help had stemmed from this.
  • “I found you~” His cheery voice was close, and you noticed he was beside you. You quickly ripped the file, as it was all you could think of doing in that moment. He knelt down, but the large grin on his face disappeared as soon as he saw the torn sheets in your hands.
  • His eyes lost their playful gleam, and he suddenly sat cross-legged. It was completely silent for a few moments.
  • “MC,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.”
  • “…Why are you doing this?”
  • His response came in a flash. “Because I love you! I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose the only happiness I’ve found after all these years… please, you have to understand,” he was whimpering, “I’d do anything to be with you… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry to them, but I wanted to be selfish for once…”
  • Your heart broke in two at the expression on his face—desperation, sorrow, regret and pain… You could see that much. And you knew you forgave him, because you loved him too.
  • “But you can’t do this… you can’t just hurt our friends like this,” you whispered, shaking your head in disapproval. “I want to be with you, too, and I love you, but I don’t want our friends to pay the price.”
  • He sighed, looking down. “Okay… I’ll find a way. I promise.”
  • You crawled out from your hiding place and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly to let him know it would be okay.

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teenage fever ❖ baekhyun

Somehow your mother caught something in the way both of your hands gripped into each others, something at first you and him didn’t notice, but that you were sure was going to ruin your life.


@byunshim requested: HI! dunno if ur still taking requests but can u do one where Baek is ur college professor, u have a crush on him and then find out later that he’s ur little sis’ boyfriend? Like maybe a 5yr age gap between the two… but when he realizes that ur sisters, he starts to act weirdly… because apparently, he had noticed u during lectures too. LOTS OF ANGST (like u trying to push him away but he won’t leave u alone) but happy ending for Baek x Reader. Thanks!

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genre: baekhyun! philosophy uni professor au, age gap (if you don’t like, please don’t read), angst, slice of life and fluff + a lot of sexual tension!

[this turned out as a fourshots because i wrote in a day a 20k words story and i was shook when i saw the count, so i’m going to divide this in four parts that i’ll post almost every day (a part from tuesday because i have an exsam) hope you’ll like it!]


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First days were hell, I mean all days at school were hell, but first days always had that extra demon that poked your stomach and made you want to throw up all the breakfast you had in the morning. That was your younger sister’s first day in university and your first day on your second year in the same place, sadly the thought of having your own sister in the same place where you spent most of your daily hours wasn’t that exciting, thanks God she took a different path from your. Meanwhile you decided to follow your heart and take Art and Philosophy, she decided to welcome your parent’s suggestion and took Accountancy and Mathematical classes, which surely was something suitable for her perfectionist mind.

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Alphabet Game

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A— Arguments:

When Barry’s angry he tends to shut everyone around him out. After a squabble with you, he’d storm out to clear his mind, allowing both of you a good amount of time to calm down before he returns and you two can actually talk things through.

We all also know that Barry is a crier so it’s highly possible that he would break down into tears when either he or you try to apologize. But the night would definitely end with some I’m sorry cuddles or some makeup sex.

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(this is my first masterpost sorry if it’s bad) A bullet journal has a lot of uses. A planner, homework reminders, to-do lists- but understandably, some pages could use a little of inspiration. And what better inspiration than from artists? Even without a bullet journal, quotes can be a great thing to decorate journals, your room, etcetera. So, I’ve compiled a list of quotes (some aren’t very motivational) by some of your favorite artists!

VINCENT VAN GOGH

“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”

“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”

“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”

“I wish they would only take me as I am.”

“In spite of everything I shall rise again; I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.”

“I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.”

“One must work and dare if one really wants to live.”

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“

“I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.“

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”

“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”

PABLO PICASSO

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.“

“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.”

“Everything you can imagine is real.“

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”

“Action is the foundational key to all success.“

"It takes a long time to become young.”

“Youth has no age.”

“Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.”

“Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.”

“Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?”

“Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.”

“To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.”

SALVADOR DALI

“Have no fear of perfection - you’ll never reach it.“

"Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.”

“Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.”

“Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”

“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.”

“What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.”

“I am not strange. I am just not normal.”

“It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.”

“Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.”

“So little of what could happen does happen.”

“Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.”

“The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.”

JACKSON POLLOCK

“The painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through.”

“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.”

“My painting does not come from the easel.”

“When I am in my painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing.”

“Love is friendship set to music.”

“The painter locks himself out of his own studio. And then has to break in like a thief.”

“The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.”

“Energy and motion made visible- memories arrested in space.”

“Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it was.”

“I’m very representational some of the time, and a little all of the time. But when you’re painting out of your unconscious, figures are bound to emerge.”

“Abstract art should be enjoyed just as music is enjoyed- ater awhile you may like it or you may not.”

“Each age finds its own technique… I mean, the strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.“

CLAUDE MONET

“I must have flowers always and always.”

“Color is my daylong obsession, joy and torment.“

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.”

“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.“

“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”

“The more I live, the more I regret how little I know.“

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”

“I can only draw what I see.“

“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.”

“The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.“

“I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.”

“The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.“

GEORGIA O’KEEFFE

“Nobody sees a flower- really- it is so small it takes time- we haven’t time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”

“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”

“I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.”

“To create one’s world in any of the arts takes courage.”

“I decided to accept as true my own thinking.”

“You are one of my nicest thoughts.”

“It’s not enough to be nice in life. You’ve got to have nerve.”

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.”

“I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.”

“Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.”

“I can’t live where I want to, I can’t go where I want to go, I can’t do what I want to, I can’t even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.”

“I’m frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!”

LEONARDO DA VINCI

“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”

“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.”

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”

“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?”

“Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.”

“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.”

“The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.”

“Learning never exhausts the mind.”

“While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”

“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”

“I love those who can smile in trouble…”

“It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”

FRIDA KAHLO

“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because the subject I know best.”

“I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.”

“Nothing is absolute.”

“Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.”

“My painting carries with it the message of pain.”

“There is nothing more precious than laughter.”

“Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.”

“I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.”

HENRI MATISSE

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”

“I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between things.”

“Don’t wait for inspiration. It comes while one is working.”

“Creativity takes courage.”

“An artist must not feel under any constraint.”

“We ought to view ourselves with the same curiosity and openness with which we study a tree, the sky or a thought, because we too are linked to the entire universe.”

“A certain blue enters your soul. A certain red has an effect on your blood-pressure.”

“Art should be something like a good armchair in which to rest from physical fatigue.”

“To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage.”

“Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.”

“In love, the one who runs away is the winner.”

“Cutting into color reminds me of the sculptor’s direct carving.”

MICHELANGELO

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

“If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it would not seem so wonderful at all.”

“Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.”

“The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“Genius is eternal patience.”

“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.”

“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.”

“Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.”

“I am still learning.”

{PART 15} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook decides to unleash the truth that he has kept locked inside his Pandora’s box. But you open up to him first; revealing something far worse than anything Jungkook could have ever imagined.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} //{Part 14} {Part 15} {Part 16}

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Anan translation - Endo Aya’s strategies for going after the sextuplets.

Totoko’s voice actress’s comments about what the brothers might be like to go out with and her tips on how to win them from the recent Anan special magazine. 

Endo Aya’s strategies for going after the sextuplets.

Totoko-chan, the super cute only girl in the group. She’s very popular with the sextuplets, and we’re as jealous as could be. Together with Endo Aya who performed her, we’re going to examine their manly charms in a somewhat serious way!

She’s Totoko-chan so she understands?! The sextuplets “manly charms.”

The beloved heroine Totoko, whom the sextuplets never stop admiring. Since she is approached by them constantly on a daily basis, she’s bound to know about their attitudes towards love, and (we’re not sure whether or not they actually have any) their manly charms. Therefore, we threw Endo Aya, who played Totoko the closest observer of the sextuplets for half a year, the silly question, “What are they like as men?”

(Endo) To start with, whatever they may say, I think that they are kind boys. No matter how selfish Totoko gets, they face her head on and take the blow. This time, I tried thinking about each of them carefully, but even though they are jobless virgin NEETs who sponge off their family, there are moments when I suddenly felt like they were “good men” and I got flustered, lol. Despite telling myself that “If I went out with them they’d definitely be a burden,” I had a hard time keeping my cool. (Lol)

So she has analysed each of their manly charms, from Osomatsu to Todomatsu, and has proposed her strategies for going after them.

With this you can be just like Totoko… perhaps?

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His Girl

Summary: Bucky admires the girl of his dreams, aka the Reader, during a party. Her only problem?  The man holding her hand.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2507

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), love triangle, someone gets cheated on, a little bit of angst.

A/N: Here it is, my first attempt on posting something of my own. This might be read by no one ever, but still, I’ve had so much fun in the process and probably will do it again… Thank you so much @dretjie12  for being my beta and putting out with me. You have a special place in my heart.

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry! Feedback always welcomed!



Bucky enters the party making a beeline for the bar. It was one of Tony’s big shindigs at the Avenger’s Tower. He had lost count of how many he had attended since he joined the team and could barely remember the reason for it, if there ever had been one to start with.

It has been a slow process of readaptation after he came back from Wakanda, where T’chala’s scientists had finally found a treatment for the trigger words and other horrors Hydra had seen fit to grace his mind with. He still struggled with social events, preferring, instead, to hide in a nondescript corner sipping on whatever drink he took fancy to.

Taking a discreet balcony seat,  he waits for the whisky he had ordered from the bartender. He searches the crowd, looking for the face he so longs to see.. Y/n

It had been like this from the moment he laid eyes on her. His gaze always searching, admiring her, his entire being longing for her presence. Bucky couldn’t understand why she had this effect on him, they had barely exchanged more than two words with her, shying away from her whenever she drew near.

But he was infatuated by Y/N, by how she had held his left hand when they were introduced, he was so entranced with her that he had held on longer than what was deemed socially acceptable, and yet she never let go before he did. The way her hair swung from side to side when she walked,  how she was always looking straight into the eyes of whomever she was talking to, the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, Oh her laugh! the most amazing sound Bucky had ever heard. And she was always laughing, with everyone…

Except with him. Why wouldn’t she speak to him?  Fear… That was the only possible explanation in Bucky’s mind. Of course an angelical person like her would be frightened by him…The winter soldier, the Fist of Hydra, the Assassin… 

With the whisky now in his hands, his lips touch the glass when he finally sees her..

OH, Y/n…

There she was, across the room, laughing while Sam talked to her. For a moment Bucky wishes he could be the lucky bastard who was able to make her laugh like that. He takes a minute to admire the woman of his dreams. She had her hair curled falling on her shoulders and was wearing a long strappy  black dress with a side slit that went high enough to make Bucky’s heart speed up. The deep V neckline wasn’t doing any good to his mental state either…

God, she’s perfect – Bucky momentarily worries that he had said that out loud,  But he genuinely can’t find a single flaw in her. Well, maybe the only problem is the man holding her hands. Steve Rogers, Captain America, Bucky’s best and only friend in the world, the man who started a fucking Civil War to defend him.

She was his girl. That’s why, besides the fact that he probably scares the shit out of her, he would never get to touch Y/N, feel her skin on his. Why he avoids any kind of direct contact and is happy to venerate her from a distance. He couldn’t , by any means, give in to his feelings or even approach her.  Wait, could it be the reason why she avoided him as well? No, it’s fear, for sure.

He’s dated girls, trying hard to get her out of his head.  He had slept with women that would probably be taken as more beautiful or sexier than Y/N by any other person. Not for Bucky though… All he accomplished was to compare her with every single woman he’s been with, and wonder how it would feel if she was the one he was holding, kissing, making love to.

“Jesus, you’re so screwed” Drowned in his thoughts Bucky’d missed the readhead approaching, martini in her hand, sitting on a bench next to him with a smirk on her lips.

“What are you talking about, Romanoff?” He tries to play the ignorance card, knowing damn well that it would be pointless. The stunning spy was able to read his mind like no other, Steve included. Maybe it was their shared past, the one they never speak of, but lingers in the air. The ex-assassins simply understood each other.

“Please Barnes, you’re offending me”  Natasha rolls her eyes and takes the drink to her mouth.  

Bucky leans down his head with a humorless laugh  “That obvious, huh?”

“To me, yes”.  She spends a moment observing him, who had got back to watch the woman across the room hand in hand with his best friend. With a sigh, she kindly places her empty hand on the soldier’s shoulder. “Just be careful, Bucky. Neither of you have been discreet lately” Bucky turns his head, looking with eyebrows knitted close together  at Natasha, who was showing a rare sympathetic smile.

“What do you mean? In what way she’s not being discreet?”  

The empathy on Natasha’s face was replaced by a familiar glare, before she  stands up and turns her back leaving Bucky behind, mumbling words that his enhanced hearing caught as “Stupid Super Soldiers.  No Serum in the brains, for sure”.  But that didn’t answer his doubts…

He watches as Natasha joins the rest of the gang who was now sitting by a round table close to the dance floor. As usual, she takes the chair next to Clint Barton. Bucky moves his eyes to Steve, who is sitting across from the Widow, leaning in to say something. She responds by pointing to the Bar where Bucky stood. The Captain turns his head to his best friend, grinning and making a gesture calling him toward the gathered group.

Finding no way to decline the offer, Bucky nods and heads to the table that was also accommodating Sam, Wanda and Maria Hill. Getting close, he notices that the only left seat was the one next to Y/N, who had her back turned to him.

“Hey Buck, Join us, the food is amazing” Steve said with a mouthful pointing to his plate with the fork.

The fact that his fellow Super Soldier was the only one eating - an exorbitant amount of food- made him remember the skinny kid from Brooklyn that could barely finish a whole glass of milk. The memory brought a warm smile to Bucky’s face, which faded as soon as he spotted Y/N glancing nervously at the empty seat, avoiding his gaze.. 

“Uhmm, I don’t know pal, I’m not really that hungry” Bucky replies, attempting to  refrain from the situation..

“Oh come on Buck, grace us with your presence, It’s not like you have somewhere else to go.  Or do you already have a broad waiting?” Sam was now talking, emphasizing the word in an attempt to tease his 100 year old friend.

Missing Y/N taking a long sip from her own whisky, Bucky pretends to be amused by the conversation. He can’t find it in him to prolong the subject, so he pulls out a chair and takes his seat. 

The group of friends goes back to chatting, no one seems to notice Bucky flinching when his right thigh brushes against Y/N’s left one under the table. Goosebumps sprung unbidden across his skin. He was now expecting her to pull away and move the chair, but instead, she was leaning on his touch and the sensation was overwhelming…

All the noise surrounding them fades away, replaced by the sound of his beating heart.

He rests his hand on his leg and by the corner of his eyes he sees Y/N doing the same thing. Feeling a rush of boldness, he moves it closer to hers until their pinkies link between their laps. He feels dizzy when she softly caresses his finger with hers and all of a sudden, like it was the most natural thing to do, they have  all of their fingers tightly interlocked, holding hands, covered by the table cloth.

Bucky’s mind was running in full speed, and was hard to catch his breath, but yet, for that moment, time seemed to have frozen and everything was slow motion. No… It was not fear… She was touching him, he had her soft hand in his calloused one. And it felt so right…

Bucky’s stupor was interrupted by a familiar voice in the far distance.

“Are you ok, Barnes? Your face is white as sheet” It was Natasha, of fucking course.

With the unwanted attention, Y/N quickly removes her hand and backs away her leg, making Bucky feel empty.

“Ahm, Yeah  I..I guess I need another drink, I’ll be right back” Bucky leaves the table choosing to ignore Natasha’s suspicious look. To his relief the rest of their friends were apparently unfazed. 

In need of a place to calm his restless state, he heads to the rooftop. Getting out of the elevator he feels the breeze of the night and, watching the city lights, the puzzled events of the last couple of minutes keep running over in his mind.  She had touched him, he could still feel the burning where their skin met and he knows that she was as much affected by it as him… What the hell was happening?

The quietness provided by the place was interrupted by the elevator ding, his heart jumps when he sees the person coming out of it and, without giving it a second though, he takes two quick steps, closing the distance between Y/N and him, feverously pressing their lips together. She immediately kissed him back, one hand tangling in his chocolate locks, while the other snaked up his muscular chest. 

Without breaking the kiss, Bucky pins her against the nearest wall. He’s so drunk in her taste that he doesn’t want to let her go…Not again. He tastes the whisky she’s been drinking mixed with her chapstick and something sweet, that he knew was her, and only her. 

Both of her arms around his neck now, one hand still grabbing his hair in a grip. She gasps for air and Bucky attacks her collarbone with a trail of hot kisses, reaching the pulse point to lightly bite on it. She lets out a moan and tightens  the hold on his locks.

“I need you… Please” She speaks with a breathless voice, reaching to palm the bulge in his pants. If Bucky had a tiny bit of control until then, it was completely lost now. The avenger captures her mouth once again, travelling his hand up her exposed leg through the dress slit, burying his fingers under her panties to find her already damp, the sensation pulls a loud groan from him.  

He pushes the black lace material down to her knees and she works her legs to let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it. Bucky pulls the opening of Y/N’s long gown up to her waist while she quickly goes for his belt, releasing Bucky’s erection.  Not being able to lose any more time  he guides his pulsing cock to her wet entrance. It feels like a punch to a gut when he finally sheaths his length inside her, the air leaving him in a long, torturous exhale. 

Bucky holds her left leg up, keeping it locked around his waist, and uses his metal hand to support himself on the wall, while she maintains a firm grip on his shoulders.  He goes slow at first, allowing their bodies to get acquainted with each other. For what feels like the first time, they stare into each others eyes, and at the moment, Bucky feels a sense of calm, a sense of peace he had not known for a long time..

He watches her as she closes her eyes and parts her lips slightly, whimpering in pleasure. “Oh Bucky…” hearing his name on her mouth in such a sinful way made his heart melt and his cock twitch inside of her.

His thrusts grow faster and the two of them become a mess of heavy breaths and moans. Bodies glued together. The frenzy only increases when Bucky readjusts her leg on his waist and his flesh fingers meet Y/N’s clit.  He circles the nub of nerves in fast, harsh circles, The slight change in the angle and the extra stimulation make her let out a scream of pure ecstasy, signaling her climax. Bucky feels her clenching around him and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer.

It startles him for a second when she pushes at his chest, forcing him to pull out of her pulsing heat. His mind goes blank when she sinks to her knees and envelops his throbbing cock with her hot mouth. Her soft lips around his cock and a few bobs were too much for him to handle. “I.. I’m … gonna…. ”, Bucky warns, only making Y/N clutch his hips still, not letting him pull away from her. He groans loudly and she takes everything he has to offer, not missing a drop.

Struggling to breath, Bucky helps her get on her feet and keeps her in a tight embrace, forehead leaned against hers, both in a blissful state. When breathing wasn’t so hard anymore, she was the first one to speak.

“I love Steve… I really do” Bucky sighs at the mention of  his friend’s name.

“Yeah, I know, I love that punk too” he responds matter-of-factly in a sad smile.

“I don’t want to hurt him” she continues. “But you…” She  whispers.  “You’ve been on my mind ever since we’ve met, I’ve been going crazy” tears starts to form in her eyes.

Bucky’s ribcage was fighting against the strong beating of his heart. “Yeah, I know the feeling, Doll” he says in a low voice, brushing his thumb on her cheeks.

She tears herself from him and leans down to grab her panties on the floor allowing him to gather himself too. “This can’t … won’t happen again” She manages to make her words convincing, standing up in front of him again, holding the delicate material.

Bucky closes his eyes and nods. He had known this was coming, but it did nothing to ease the pain of hearing those words. Y/N grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her. They stare at each other for a long moment before she locks their lips together in a smooch.  Bucky feels her shoving one hand inside of his pocket before she breaks the kiss to leave.

He keeps looking at the city lights when he hears the elevator going down. He knows that it would all come eventually, the sorrow, the guilt, the heartache. But at that moment, all he could do was feel on cloud nine, turning his lips up in a grin, while his fingers played absent-mindedly with the piece of black lace inside his pocket.

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Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: this is the end guys! Hope you enjoyed it! :) xxxx

“Clint, you better be nice” you check your make-up in the mirror one last time before straightening imaginary wrinkles in your dress.

You’re not dressed overly chic, it’s a casual night after all. Just dinner at your place, something you cooked up yourself. Nothing complicated, honestly. Something that can’t really go wrong.

Still, you’re nervous. Clint has been clear about how he feels about the entire situation; he doesn’t trust Bucky.

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Just one look

Can I get one where the reader has secret and unrequited feelings for Jacob. He takes her to meet the pack and Embry imprints on her immediately and everything changes. I’m not sure how to be more specific maybe make it kind of angsty and sad but kinda cute/romantic at the end? 😄 ❤️

For Anon

Pairing : unrequited!reader x Jacob, eventual reader x Embry

Words: 2642

Warnings: Big fluffy wolf dweebs. Slight Bella bashing

Slight angst

Not read Twilight since it first came out some years ago so sorry the details are few in terms of Canon plot.

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Months.

It had taken months for you to get your best friend to talk to you again after he did a disappearing act. Even then it wasn’t until his precious Bella told him too. You folded your arms and settled back into the passenger seat.
“Come on Y/N, crack a smile? I thought we were past the silent treatment.” Jacob teased from the driver’s seat, he took his eyes off of the road for a moment to give you a toothy grin and it was hard not to giggle at just how cute he looked.

The asshole.

“Must be a big occasion for you to finally let me meet the guys?” You mumble and try to keep the hope out of your voice that he might introduce you as his girl.
“You know Paul and Leah.” Jacob offered.
“And both of them ditched me too, I swear you all get a few muscles and think you’re above everything.” You argued.
His hands tightened on the wheel and Jacob spat out, “You don’t understand.”
“No, little old lowly me can’t possibly understand, why don’t you fill me in? Why’d you three suddenly remember about me?” You asked.
Jacob tried to calm himself, it wouldn’t do well for him to phase with you in the car with him. Truth be told he’s wanted to talk to you as soon as he changed, you were his best friend, even if him knowing about your little crush on him had made things slightly awkward at first.
He didn’t return the feelings, no, he loved Bella. But you would always be his best friend and he relied on that friendship and though he didn’t want to admit it he also relied on your affections. It was hard seeing Bella with Edward every day.

Knowing that someone lusted after him made him feel attractive. He knew he was a bastard and the whole pack knew it too. Paul and Leah had almost ripped him apart over using your affections for his own ego.  They’d missed seeing you as much as he had, and even though you’d not met the rest of the pack now was a good a time as any. There’d been horrific leech activity recently and Paul, who had took you under his wing and was a self-proclaimed best big brother ever, demanded you be brought in so you couldn’t wonder off into any danger.
It wasn’t until Bella had re-voiced this sentiment with a soft hand on his arm that Jacob had phoned you to tell you his was going to pick you up. But obviously he couldn’t just tell you any of this.

Jacob’s lips pursed slightly and you noticed how he had to force himself to smile over at you, “Maybe I don’t like the idea of leaving you on your own? You like to take off into the woods on little walks and last thing I need Paul coming after me if you wind up missing.”

You scowled at him, “Well sorry to be such a burden.”
He had pulled up outside a decent sized house and he sighed , “Y/N I didn’t mean it like –”
“I don’t give a shit how you meant it.” You snapped and jumped out of the car, slamming the car door behind you as you wrapped your jumper tight around your body and started towards the house. You stopped just short of it and knocked on the door loudly.
It swung open before you’d finished knocking and you were being pulled into a bear hug from Paul.
“Paul put me down!” You laughed as he carried you into the front room, Jacob had caught up now and shut the door behind him.

“Not until you tell me why you had a face like thunder when you got here.” He laughed and raised you higher off of the ground and you struggled against his laughing frame.
“Jacob was just letting me know how much of a burden I am.” You pouted when he finally put you back on floor.
“Jacob!” A woman’s voice scolded sharply and for the first time you noticed the other people in the room. Jacob was being told off by a young woman with a scarred face perched in a strong man’s lap, Paul went around the room and introduced everyone so you knew them as Sam and Emily, Jared and Kim sat next to them in a similar position, Leah and Seth sat on the floor near the couch. On the couch Quill sat on one end leaving room for you and Paul.
“Ignore Jake.” Quill advised simply.
You heard the door open and a laughing voice ask, “Why are we ignoring Jake?”

Quill laughed, “Y/N this is Embry.”
You turned to give him a smile and he felt the bottom of his world fall out from under him. He’d seen you before in Jacob, Paul and Leah’s minds on patrol but good lord it didn’t do you any justice. You were the most splendid creature he’d ever seen and even though he knew Paul thought of you as his sister seeing his pack mates arm around your shoulders made him want to rip the bigger man apart.

You felt awkward having his attentions on you. Not because of his attention itself, per say, that was quite comforting, he looked at you like you were the only person in the world but the issue was he was gorgeous, easily as handsome as your best friend-come crush Jacob. No, you knew you were lying, this guy was just stunning.

That’s when you realised that you were staring.

The room had suddenly gotten heavy with tension and you looked between the guys trying to figure out what had happened to make it so uncomfortable. Embry was staring at you, Paul was staring at Embry and Jacob looked furious.
“We’re ignoring Jake because he was being mean to Y/N.” Quill offered almost innocently as though he was trying to restart the conversation.
Embry’s eyes tore from you and focused on Jacob, “What? Why the hell would you-?”
Jacob crossed his arms across his chest, “What’s it got to do with you Embry?”

“You know what it’s got to do with me.” Embry snarled with an anger that didn’t belong on his calm features and you and Kim both jumped from his sudden change in temperament.

“That’s enough.” Sam’s voice came out as a boom and after Emily jumped up from his lap, he was striding across the room with Jared on his heels, Quill jumped up from beside you and the three of them ushered Jacob and Embry out of the house, both of them looking like they wanted to tear into each other. Paul gave you quick one armed squeeze and left with them.  Leah and Seth rose and with a lot more decorum, both shot you almost reassuring looks before they left as well.

Emily let out a long drawn out sigh and you released the tense breath you didn’t realise that you’d been holding.
“What was that about?” You asked.
“Boys, who understands them?” Kim offered with a small laugh.

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“I don’t know where you put it all.” You laughed as Embry ate what you were sure was his third burger, his cheeks puffed up full of food. He swallowed and laughed sheepishly before putting it back down on his plate like he no longer wanted it.
“No no!” You rushed, “I didn’t mean it like that, you just have a healthy appetite.” You gave him a reassuring smile and nudged his arm holding the plate until he began to eat again.
“It takes a lot of food to have a body like this.” He joked and gestured down at himself, it was one of the only times you’d seen him wear a shirt and you were pretty sure this was only because Leah had told his wearing just a pair of shorts was making you nervous. Yeah that woman wasn’t as quiet with her lectures as she thought she was.

“So, “So, er Y/N..” Embry started before looking you square in the eyes, you felt your cheeks heat up and your stomach flip as he leaned forward to take both your little hands in one of his massive warm hands,
“After the bonfire next week , I was wondering if you wanted to catch a film? Maybe a meal?” His eyes swam with uncertainty and worry. His began to chew on his lip and you wanted to lean forward and press your lips to his but you didn’t.

“Maybe two meals with your appetite.” You laughed and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. His face broke into a big grin and he slipped his arm around your waist and squeezed you playfully while blowing a raspberry against your cheek. Such romance.

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“You’re staring again.” Quil laughed and Embry punched him hard in the arm which only made Quil laugh harder.

It was hard for him not to stare at you across the bonfire. It had been a week seen he’d seen you last and he hated to admit how lost he’d felt without knowing that you were alright or being able to check on you as the leech attacks hadn’t lessened at all. You hadn’t responded to any of his texts since he’d asked you on a date, that was supposed to be tonight and he didn’t even  know if I was stil happening.
It had been about a month since he’d imprinted on you and three weeks since he’d accepted that that’s what had happened that day at Sam and Emily’s place. The rest of the pack were thrilled for him, even Paul and Leah who saw it as you having someone strong to love and protect you unconditionally.
Jacob however was being an ass about it. He’d tried to keep you both apart without making it obvious but the other wolves were in his head, they knew the truth.

Jacob was jealous.

He relied on your affection to make up his ego, his only other source of self-worth coming intermittently from Bella when she had time between seeing Edward which was hardly ever these days. He could already tell that you were pulling away from him romantically, that you’d solidified your opinion on him as your best friend and had been texting Embry almost nonstop since meeting him.

As you and Jacob arrived at the bonfire you felt him slip his arms around your shoulders but it failed to give you the butterflies that it used to. He pulled you quickly to one side so that you could sit down together and continued to pour his attention over you. You were enjoying yourself, sat with your best friend but every time he laid his large hand on your knee or your lower back it felt wrong, like his hand didn’t belong there.

“Hey Y/N!” You turned to see Quil and Embry approaching you, Quill dropped himself down unceremoniously across from you while Embry sat himself down next to you and gave you a blinding smile.
“Uh oh troubles here.” You laughed at them.
“Damn right.” Quill waggled his eyebrows in a ridiculous flirting voice but stopped when both of his best friends tried to set fire to him with their glares.
“So Y/N how have you been?” Embry gave you an earnest smile that told you he genuinely cared about if you had been keeping well. You tried to suppress the blush and tucked some hair behind your ear, “Sorry I’ve not text you the last few days, someone accidentally reversed over my phone.” You sent Jacob a glare who gave you an embarrassed look.
Embry let slip a small growl at his pack brother until Quill jumped up and caught you by the arm dragging you away towards Emily and Kim and the rest of the pack.
“Quill should we just be leaving them on their own?” You asked worried as you saw both boys rise to a stand, they were clearly arguing but trying to keep their voices as low as possible.

“They’ll be fine let’s just get you to a safe distance.” He laughed but it sounded too forced.
You looked back over your shoulder just as Jacob pushed Embry sending him flying backwards.
“Jake!” You scolded turning around and running towards the boys.
“Y/N stop! Don’t!” Quill shouted behind you.

As you reached the boys you heard a roar then everything was fur and teeth and claws and a strong warm around your waist pulling you back into black.

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Leah was the only pack member who had seen you in the past week. Since ‘bonfire gate’ as Paul was calling it, you’d locked yourself away from all the wolves and their imprints except Leah. You’d let her in on the condition that you didn’t want to talk about wolves at all but she and you both knew that you knew everything.

You were a smart girl and grew up with the tribe legends, as soon as you’d woken up from your little brush with the boys, everything had fallen into place for you. Their disappearance from your life, their body heat and the way Embry looked at you.

Embry.

You didn’t know what to think, the logical part of your brain told you to run away screaming but you missed him so damn much. You could hear the wolves at night running around howling, you knew that Embry came by your house every night to keep you safe.

Speaking of those noisy idiots you could hear them now, you looked up at the clock, 9pm, and Embry would be here soon.
You heard your phone go off for the fifth time in the past half an hour. You’d met one of the Cullen’s today and Bella must have mentioned it to Jacob because every member of the pack had text you. Paul had phoned you three times until  you answered and told them that you were fine. It didn’t stop Embry though, he had text you asking if you were somewhere safe – again.

This time, with your stomach churning, you replied.
Can I see your face tonight instead, mutt?

There was no response, not until an hour later when you noticed movement in your back yard where Wolf Embry usually waited to check in on you. You slipped on a thick jumper and quickly ran down the stairs and to the back door.
There he was waiting for you.

Slowly, and which much more confidence than you ever thought you could process, you stepped towards him while hugging your jumper around yourself. In true Embry fashion he was sporting little more than a t-shirt and shorts.

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me.” His words sounded heavy like they were weighed down by his loneliness since the incident.
“I didn’t, not a first.” You mumbled, you’d both stopped close together but far enough apart that he couldn’t make you uncomfortable.

“What’s changed?” He asked, his expression etched with confusion.
“Nothing. Not yet, but I think something could. I missed you.” You held your hand out.

He took your hand in his larger one and pulled you to his chest. You buried your face into his warm chest and he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top on your head.

“I missed you too.”

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Part one- Just one look
Part two - Learning to trust
Part three - Living with the bond
Part Four - A new wolf

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Sexual Tension (Star-Lord x Reader)

As requested by anon:  Can you do a smut fanfic in which Peter gets trapped? And no, not 50 Shades of Grey style, but your style!

I was a tiny bit confused as to what you meant, so I tried my best and I hope you like it! Sorry it took forever. 

Warning: NSFW

“Peter, your ship is a piece of junk,” you groaned as you paced around impatiently. There was a grunt in response, followed by the clank of some metal and you glanced toward the floor where he lay flat on his stomach. In his hand was a tool of some sort, and he was elbows deep in an opening in the wall made by his removal of a panel, exposing  a tangle of wires.

“She’s not a piece of junk,” he replied defensively. “She just gets a little sick now and then, is all.”

“I’d hardly call getting us stuck in the cockpit for an hour, ‘sick’,” you air quoted the last word and rolled your eyes. A fuse or something had blown earlier that day, activating the auto-lock on all the doors, thereby causing you to get hopelessly trapped.

Peter stopped what he was doing, put his tools down, and then rose to his feet. He folded his arms and cocked his head to the side, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. “Maybe we should embrace the situation.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean maybe we’re alone for the first time and there’s clearly been some sexual tension that needs to be addressed.”

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A Weirdling Bestiary: Part 1- Beasts of City and Suburbia

Some notes to start off with-

This is all a part of my personal UPG and world-view, which is a culmination of my individual experiences, upbringing, influences, and research. Although much of this personal mythology is based off of the biology and behaviors of the creatures in question, you may have different associations and feelings about these animals, and that’s totally ok. 

There are some animals commonly found in cities and suburban areas which have been left out of this section (like foxes, bats, deer, rabbits, snakes, toads, and all insects) because I’ll be covering them later in other chapters.   

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~Birds~

Blue Jay- Blue jays are fierce, clever and have complex social lives. They have deep ties with oak trees, which are regarded in several cultures as the Tree of Life, the king of trees, and sacred to many gods of thunder, lightning, and sky. They are excellent communicators, both vocally and physically, and can imitate the calls of other birds. Even though they’re quite common, much of their habits remain a mystery to those who study them. The beautiful blue color for which they are known is not a true pigment, but in fact an optical effect of light scattering within the cell structure of their feathers. They are birds of magic, illusion, mystery, and complex familial ties, and are emblematic of the element air and the realm of the sky. a well as bright, lively daytime energy. For offerings, give them acorns.

Canada Goose- Geese are the mortal enemies of business people and all Suits. They travel in formation and are loyal to their mates and comrades. As such, they are good animal guides for anyone who identifies strongly as part of a group or community and those who function as a team. Goose magic is great for sticking it to The Man. As they migrate in spring and fall, they also represent transitions and cycles. Admire them from afar and stay the fuck away from their babies if you don’t want to die a very painful death.

Crow- If you are outside, it is unlikely you are out of site of a crow. Fittingly, insight and observation are among their primary associations. Crows are smart, mischievous, and extremely common. Because they’re ubiquitous pretty much everywhere, they’re a reminder of the constant presence of magic in the world. 

Although each crow is very much an individual, they live in family groups and cooperate with and look out for those within their groups. At the same time, they regularly engage in bitter rivalries and battles with crows from other families. In spite of that, multiple families will come together and roost at night outside of the breeding season to socialize, network, and learn. Theirs is an entire society that exists alongside our own- both Other and familiar.

Do not take the presence of crows for granted. They are the little bits of the Other-realm that fly about by day. They are wonderful sources of magic, wisdom, and humor, and should be treated with respect. They’ll remember if you wrong them. They’ll remember those who were good to them. They are always watching. Crows are favored familiars among practitioners of the occult and any who seek to understand and manipulate reality at a higher level, as well as any interested in death magic or hedge witchery. 

Duck- Although their primary elemental association is water, ducks unite the elemental realms of water, earth, and air due to their ability to move through each. Ducks represent family (particularly parent/child relationships), adaptability, cheerfulness, emotional connections with others and at times- obliviousness. If you are having difficulty adapting to change and embracing new circumstances, or if you’re having trouble with family, ducks are helpful guides. They spend much of their time floating along on streams, totally comfortable half-submerged in that state of continuous change and renewal. They can help you learn to go with the flow.

If you wish to give offerings to ducks, choose cut up grapes, corn, peas, seeds, and oats- bread is bad for them and their environment and therefor bad for you and your workings.

House Sparrow- Although wild animals, these are birds whose natural habitat is outside of, on, and around man-made environments. They are ever-present wherever there are people, and tend to be quite tame. Their energy is significant because it’s so closely tied to our own, these birds having spread with us and our civilization as we’ve advanced across the world. If you wish to gain a connection to nature by feeding a wild bird from your hands, this species is a good place to start. Due to their intrinsic and obvious ties to the home, they can be regarded as home-guardians and fitting familiars to hearth and cottage witches. House sparrows are social, enjoy singing to one another, and will flock with other types of birds, and so embody a spirit of friendship, acceptance and joy.

Hummingbird- Hummingbirds are largely solitary and territorial little creatures. They’re highly intelligent and have exceptional memories, and the largest brain-to-body ratio of any bird. They are insanely fast and are able to hover in place and  maneuver almost instantaneously in any direction. They groom themselves meticulously, build exquisite, tiny nests of lichen and moss, and feed mostly on sugary nectar. They come in a dizzying array of beautiful and jewel-like colors and will  fearlessly defend what’s theirs. Their energy is fiery, valiant, joyous, vibrant, individualistic, and creative. As an autistic witch, I relate strongly to hummingbirds. They make great animal guides for creative people, introverts, bold individualists, a range of people on the spectrum of neurodiversity, and anyone who wants to bring some flash and vibrancy to their lives. 

Mourning Dove- Mourning doves are fairy birds. With their muted pastel and iridescent feathers, melancholy calls, and lifelong partnerships, they embody magic, romance and devotion. They have strong ties with Aphrodite and love goddess archetypes in general, and their feathers are excellent for use in love and beauty spells. You may be blessed in love if a pair nests close to your home. If you wish to bring their energies into your life, offer them seeds, soft words, and safe places to build their nests.  

Pigeon- Pigeons are place guardians, observers, and navigators. Pigeons Know The Way. Seek out locations where pigeons gather (those which are not obvious sources of food), for you can be assured there’s magic to those places. The gratitude of pigeons is a wellspring of magical power to be drawn from, so be both respectful and wary of Pigeon People. Pigeon magic is of finding things, of home, love, and attuning with the spirits of places. If you wish to bond with the spirit of your city or town, carry pigeon offerings like seeds or other morsels, and be especially kind to any one-footed pigeons, should you spot them.

Seagull- Gulls are bold, opportunistic, and equally comfortable in sky, sea, or urban sprawl.They’ll snatch food from the mouths of larger animals, grab it from the hands of humans, and are even known to steal milk from lactating seals. In spite of many unflattering nicknames, they’re graceful and adaptive creatures. They are most iconic when pictured in the liminal space of the horizon- between sea and sky. From gulls, one can learn to make the most of what they have and to take nothing for granted. They can teach us to soar above all limitations and to fly along the currents of life’s events and emotions with ease, transcending all worldly concerns. They make good animal guides for beach bums, dreamy sea witches, and cerebral literary folk.  

Starling- Starlings are gregarious, social, communicative, and can imitate human speech and a variety of other sounds. They live in huge flocks and defend their nests fiercely. They represent the power of social ties and group identities and the safety in numbers. Interestingly, starlings wouldn’t even exist in North America if it weren’t for a group of Shakespeare enthusiasts who released a flock of a hundred in New York, with the desire for America to have every species of bird ever mentioned by their beloved playwright. In a way, they can be seen as representations of the power of dreams and fantasy to reshape the real world. Their feathers have a multicolored sheen and their eggs are a vivid, beautiful blue. Starlings are fitting animal guides for outgoing, sociable, extroverted, and theatrical types.  

Tufted titmouse- These cute, inquisitive little mohawked birds are known to remain in their territory in pairs and small family groups throughout the year, hoard food to prepare for the harsher seasons, and to curiously look in on human habitations through windows. They make comfortable homes for themselves in tree holes, and often line their soft nests with the hair and fur of other animals. They’re another excellent bird familiar for those focused on the keeping of their hearth. Their energy can assist in making one’s house truly feel like a home, and in making sure you never lose interest in what’s going on in the world around you. 

~Mammals~

Coyote- Coyotes are monogamous and tend to mate for life. Originally from plains and deserts, they’ve since spread and are now thriving in many urban areas across North and Central America. They’re omnivorous and opportunistic feeders that eat everything from carrion to bugs to berries. Coyote has figured prominently in the mythologies of many cultures across North America, in a vast array of roles. From savior of humanity, to teacher and trickster, to coward, to inventor of death, it’s hard to find an archetypal role which coyote has not, at some point, embodied. As such, their element seems to be chaos- both harmonious and discordant. The prevailing essence of coyote within the collective unconscious is that of humor, intelligence, carnality, and expression. They have a broad array of vocalizations, many of which sound eery, otherworldly, and almost fae-like. They are ideal animal guides for waste witches, desert druids, and punks. 

Opossum-  Possums are the ultimate survivors. They’re omnivorous, so they can live off a broad range of foods. They have opposable thumbs and prehensile tails, and are equally at home in trees, on the ground, in burrows, and in man-made and man-altered environments. They are highly resistant to a variety of poisons and toxins as well as rabies, and manage to rid themselves of most ticks and parasites. When threatened, they play dead and exude disgusting scents, repelling threats with minimal effort. Females have bifurcated vaginas, and males have dual-pronged penises, making them interesting symbols of duality and taking different paths in life. 

As they are nocturnal and often nomadic, they make good animal guides for people who travel off the beaten path in life. Mystics, drifters, and anyone living off the grid or involved in nightlife would do well to consider possum their kin. Honor opossums by spreading knowledge of how wonderful they are, as they are often the targets of human cruelty.

Raccoon- Raccoons are portal masters, the roamers in the night whose clever hands can open gateways, pick locks and catch that which lurks out of sight. They are highly tactile, mostly nocturnal, and very smart. With their masked faces, dexterous paws, tenacity, and nocturnal tendencies, they are the ideal animal guides for thieves, foragers, craftspeople, and anyone who makes use of obscurity. Their hook-shaped penis bones make powerful magical charms, especially useful for protection, potency, and invisibility. Raccoons also have ties to liminal and magical spaces. It’s easy to imagine them disappearing into a trash can on one side of town, only to emerge from a dumpster on the other side. Follow raccoons at your own risk, you might find yourself lost somewhere just sideways of here. 

Rat- Rats are fantastic animal guides and companions for the misunderstood and the underestimated. Although they can and do act as vectors of disease in some environments, they are still themselves smart, adaptable, social, and caring creatures who watch out for their own, sometimes even at their own expense. They are wizards when it comes to getting into and out of tight and difficult situations, and in the lab and home are known for their ability to navigate mazes and learn tricks. Domesticated rats are often very clean and sweet animals that “laugh” when tickled. Wild rats are enterprising survivors. Rat energy is powerful when it comes to overcoming adversity, hatred, and poverty and making the most of limited resources. They love to nest and hoard, so they’re another good familiar for the homey witch, as well as the grungy witch and the standard witchy witch. Really, you can’t go wrong with rats- just never have only one. 

In spite of being wonderful creatures, the negative perception of rats and the darker side of their nature makes them conceptually very useful in dark magic. One could, for instance, imagine a rat carrying one’s curse to a target like it would a parasite or disease, or use the image of a rat as a servitor in hexwork. 

Skunk- Skunks are masters of alchemy and pacifist defense. They do not have to fear, nor must they take violent action to protect themselves. Look to skunks for unconventional solutions, self-assurance, calm in the face of adversity, or as animal guides if you’re a chemist or alchemist. Skunk magic is also great for use in spells meant to repel others or keep them at bay.

Squirrel- Squirrels are creatures of balance and resourcefulness. Not only do they balance themselves expertly as they run along branches and leap from tree to tree, but they balance their time between play and planning, activity and rest. Even though much of that activity is spent burying nuts they’ll never find, those same nuts will grow into trees which will one day house and feed the squirrel’s numerous decedents. Ultimately, none of their time is wasted. Squirrels are the animal guides of people who both work and play hard, and squirrel energy is useful to anyone who’s trying to adjust their work/life balance or just learn to have more fun and enjoy themselves.

Breaks

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jackson

Rating: R (mentions of smut)

Word Count: 3,176

Summary:  In the world of Lore, there are no soulmates. Not anymore. But what happens when you start to dream of yours? - Soulmates!AU

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Mystic Messenger: V’s Common Route Walkthrough (Days 1-4)

V’s Route Days 5-11 | Bad Ends V’s Route Chat/Calls Times | Walkthrough Masterpost 

Read before you start:

  • In order to get into V’s route, you need to play along with Saeran. I’m assuming that if you reveal the truth to the RFA early in the game, you might get a common route bad end.
  • These are the answers I chose. There’s probably more than 1 way to reach each different outcome in the story, you are free to pick different answers.
  • This walkthrough may not be 100% accurate. Follow the choices at your own risk.
  • Missed Chats: Cost 15 hgs to unlock.
  • Calling V & Saeran “Ray”: Costs 10 hgs. As of now, these two don’t have calling cards, & are not included in the “all characters” calling cards from the VIP package. 
  • Heart Color Meaning:
    • V: Mint | Unknown/Ray: Magenta | Jumin: Purple | 707: Red | Yoosung: Green | Jaehee: Yellow | Zen: Gray
  • CGS unlocked with this walkthrough: 
    • V: 30/37 | Unknown/Ray: 6/6 | Jumin: 6/6 | 707: ¾ | Yoosung: 1/1 | Jaehee: ¾ | Zen: 5/6

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**I want to play blindly and see what endings I can achieve on my own. Please DO NOT send me spoilers**

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This is love guys

First, there are things more intimate than kisses.
I think the best about Kara and Lena is how real everything looks and how it’s possible to relate to them.
Let’s remember that as far as we know that none of them had a relationship with another woman who was so intimate (I know couples who are not intimate as they are). Everything is new to them and you can see it. Every look, every smile, every dialogue and every hesitation (like Kara almost kissing Lena’s time). This is beautiful.
Why? Because it goes beyond kisses or “I made your breakfast” or something like that. The feeling they share is more than that.
Making a parallel here with Korrasami, who also began softly, calmly, with both in a process of discovery that in the end led both to accept and to assume the feeling that they felt for each other; Supercorp also started calmly, and both are in a process of discovery. Especially Lena, who despite wanting to leave the past of the family behind, is able to see herself following in their footsteps.
And just like Korra and Asami, Lena and Kara are always present when one needs, being understanding and caring. They  complete each other
They are soulmates, and I say this without necessarily going to the romantic side.

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I really want them to end like Korrasami

And look at dear friends from this wonderful ship that is Supercorp, if Korrasami who was from a “kid’s show” of Nickelodeon, where everyone doubted and laughed when the shippers said it would be end game, in fact  became the end game. Why we cant? 

Soul Age

You’re soul age does not correlate to the time that you have spent existing, but much rather the growth of your inner being through experiences, lessons, and achievements. It is the growth, evolution, and transmutation of your soul, and where it is on its journey that makes up your soul age. These traits, experiences, and lessons will still be marked upon, and will be reflected in your soul, and how you interact with the world around you. It does not make anyone better to be older, or younger in soul age, it just tells where you are specifically on your path right now. This might help you out by telling you what lessons you need to learn, and what you might need to focus on. Each soul age has its own lessons, and experiences that goes along with its own perspectives. These perspectives will allow them to see the world in their own way, but always does strive to allow them to evolve even farther from where they are at. With every incarnation we learn more as entities, and further the evolution of our soul, no matter what step we are on in the path, we will always grow. there are multiple Soul age stages that our souls will go through why learning, and growing. these are infant souls, baby souls, young souls, mature souls, old souls, and elder souls. Soul age stages are very unique from one another, and the traits of these ages can help us figure out what soul age we are apart of. These will also help us to develop empathy for other souls, and where they are at on their paths. Knowing this information will allow us to connect with ourselves, and our souls, so that we can better evolve as entities. So take this information, and learn, and remember that your soul is eternal.

Infant Soul :

Infant Souls also called newborn souls, and new souls are souls that are primarily focused on living their lives, and experiencing all life has to offer. Entities in this soul age stage will have a profound childlike wonder for the entire world, and will want to experience everything that they can get their hands on. They will be very innocent creatures that will have a lot to learn, and will usually constantly make mistakes on how the world works because they are not accustomed to it yet. Entities with an infant soul are usually a lot more playful, excitable, and free-spirited. Most of there troubles usually come for not being able to go out, and experience life. Infant souls are usually quite focused on survival, and raw instincts rather than anything else, which can get them into some pretty interesting situations. They do not know yet what is out there, and they are usually taught by other older souls. It is said that they are this way, because they are not yet accustomed to as many lessons, or experiences, and they have not gone out, and had to learn these lessons for themselves yet.

Baby Soul :

Baby Souls also called Child souls are souls that are primarily focused on belonging to groups, and communities that allow them to feel welcome. Entities in this soul age stage will usually follow all the rules they are given, so that they can fit into certain groups, where they believe they belong. They are followers that are just looking for what feels right to them, so that they can follow it, and learn more about this expansive world that they find themselves in. They are quite set on trying to find meaning, and order in the perceived chaotic world around them. They usually become very traditional, cultural, and religious also taking on a very conservative undertone to them in their pursuit of order. Their beliefs, and morals usually defined by their customs are what guide them to make certain decisions throughout their life. They are very disciplined, and believe in their very strong values to an absolute ’T’. these people usually always see that everyone as the same and usually gets put off when they act differently than they first expected. they like structure and staying to what they know.

Young Soul :

Young Souls also called teenage souls are souls that are primarily focused on being individuals, and progressing their own ambitions, and desire through anything they find to help them further their goals. They are very self-expressive, and can even be self-centered at times. They usually try to break away from the norm, so that they can be more innovative, and free willed. They want to go out, and experiment, and do what they want to do. They don’t want to be held down by anything, and because of this become very ambitious in pretty much everything that they do. Even though these entities seek Independence they also love to be in social groups that accept them as who they are, and allow them to express themselves on a more personal level. This type of soul age stage loves to change, and make new systems to advance how things work in the world. They can be chaotic at times but they are very profound, and intelligent when it comes to things that interest them, and can further their self purpose. They are quite prone to working as hard as they can, so that they can increase their standing in life through material, social, mental, and spiritual gain.

Mature Soul :

Mature Souls also called adult Souls are souls that are primarily focused on relationships, or communication between people while bringing harmony, peace, and love. These entities are very sensitive, and empathic to the entities around them. They are usually very interpersonal, self aware, and inquisitive of the world around them. Entities in the soul age stage love being in meaningful relationships with others around them, and strive for very personal, and meaningful connections among others. They are quite intelligent, and psychologically stable, holding such things as logic, and reason very high in the way they understand the world, because of all these things these entities can sometimes feel neurotic in nature. These types of souls are usually a lot more liberal than any of the other soul age stages. These souls want to learn how to impact the world in any way, so that they can make a difference, and leave their mark upon the world. They do care a lot about how the world around them sees them even though that they try be more different than the rest of the world. they like to keep up public appearances.

Old Soul :

Old Souls are souls that are primarily focused on spiritual, and philosophical fulfillment. Entities in this soul age stage are very wise, intelligent, and intuitive. They have a high profound spiritual awareness that allows them to interact, and communicate with the source of everything that is around them. They have experienced a lot, and know a lot of information even, if they do not know they know this information. They can see systems that other souls cannot. They usually become very uninterested with the world around them, because they have experienced it so many times before, and usually look for a more deeper meaning to unravel, and understand. They’re absolutely beautiful profound philosophers that seek to understand greater meanings, and understandings that are harder to come by. Old souls are usually very calm, kind, wise, and understanding individuals. These types of souls usually tried to find a larger perspective of life, and are usually very detached from everything else that happens to distract them from their goals, such as the material world. Sometimes they may even be seen as lazy to the other types of Souls, because of their laid-back attitude.

Elder Soul :

Elder Souls also called enlightened ones, and ascended spiritual masters are souls that have completed their journey, and have learned and experienced a lot. These are entities that have be come combined with their true spiritual higher selves, the energies of their soul, and everything around them. These entities are enlightened, and ascended above all previously stated consciousnesses. They are beings who have had time to analyze, and explore all facets of life, and experiences, and can insight many lessons, and and experiences that would give great profound meaning to all of existence.

Meet the family

Inspired by this post by @pottercrew (hope you don’t mind)


“You know it’s going to be a bit more crowded then when I met your friends right?” Draco nervously pulled on the sleeves of his cardigan. He doubted Harry had believed him when he said he lived together with all of his friends and he wouldn’t want him turning tails at the sight of so many snakes. Merlin knew how terrifying they could be.

“More crowded than at the Burrow? Did you invite half your house over for dinner or something?” Harry turned around and Draco quickly stopped fiddling, putting on the mask of calmth that his pureblood upbringing had left him.

“No. Like I said I live with them. We have dinner together every day if we want to.” Harry snickered and mumbled something that sounded like yeah sure you do. Draco’s stomach did a backflip and he almost didn’t kiss Harry back when the man stepped in closer and captured his lips.

“I’ll be fine darling don’t worry. Only two days ago I gave a speech in front of thousands of people, I’m sure I can handle a bunch of adolescents.” Draco was too stressed out to reply, though not stressed out enough not to think adolescents yeah. You keep telling yourself that.

“Are we flooing together?” Harry turned around once more to offer his hand. Draco swallowed and took it, still not making any noise except for a tiny squeak in the back of his throat. He should have been more clear about it, should have refused to take Harry with him, should have moved to China, should have…

Green flames engulfed their bodies, and soon enough all thoughts of should haves ceased to exist.


“Uhm… Hi.” Harry’s sweaty left hand stayed captured in Draco’s iron grip but his right hand was free to go up to his head and mess up his hair even more. For once Draco didn’t blame him. Had he been in Harry’s position he would have fainted.

“Potter, is it? Wonderful to finally meet you.” Mrs. Zabini walked towards them in a flowing deep blue evening robe and offered him her hand. The gesture made the newly arrived couple realise they had yet to step out of the heart. Draco had been too busy not looking at anyone, while Harry had been to busy looking at everyone.

Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Gregory, Millicent and Daphne had arranged themselves not in the most comfortable chairs of the gigantic living room but in the ones that made them look the most frightening. Draco would have laughed at how closely they resembled the front of a muggle vampire novel had he not been fully aware that any vampire with a half decent set of grey cells would run for their lives at their sight.

At that moment he thought he rather shared their sentiment, and even more so when his eyes fell on the other people in the room, who all appeared to be dressed to kill. Only when Draco realised that the person they were planning to kill was his boyfriend Harry Potter did he unfreeze and square his shoulders.

“Miss Zabini, mother, Miss Goyle, Mrs Greengrass, Mr Greengrass, Miss Parkinson, Mrs Flint, Mr Flint, I see that all of you have been able to make it to the family dinner after all.” And he nodded to each person when he named them as his eyes spoke make one wrong move that chases Harry away and there will be trouble.

Miss Zabini finally got her hand shaken as Harry came back to life again next to Draco. One glance sideways told Draco that Harry’s eyes were not the only green thing about his face anymore.

“For you my love? Anything.” Miss Zabini smiled with her eyes still fixed on Harry telling him that hurting Draco would mean a very slow and painful death where no corpse would ever be found. “And you will find Astoria, Marcus, Mr Wood and Andromeda in the kitchen. It’s been a struggle to maintain the quality of our meals since the ban on house elves brought upon us by your lovely friend Miss Granger, but we manage.”

If Harry had not yet been chilled to the bone by the eyes of Miss Zabini then her tone of voice would have done the trick. Even Draco had goosebumps now.

“Well they were being treated horribly so Hermione had every reason to install that ban.” Draco nearly broke Harry’s hand as he thought Merlin’s balls Harry what part of “no politics talk” did you not understand? But he managed to defuse the situation as he glared at Miss Zabini and told her that they would have a peek in the kitchen then, if she wouldn’t mind.

Draco would never find out if she did as he had already dragged Harry off into the general direction of the kitchen before Miss Zabini could open her mouth. He pushed one of the many doors coming out onto the hallway open and pulled Harry into a bathroom, where the man spontaneously collapsed on the floor.

He refused to move until Draco had supplied him with a gallon of water and a tight hug.

“That was positively terrifying.” Harry muttered into Draco’s now ruined hair.

“I did warn you.” Draco replied, torn between being touched by how protective his housemates were and tearing all of them to shreds because Harry was actually shaking from the released tension. He decided to make up his mind later and hug Harry a bit more first.

“Not enough.” Harry shot back, but he did put his arms around Draco and buried his face further into his pale hair. Draco didn’t really know how to respond to that. It might be odd for a man who had spent the last couple years of his life being sorry to still be shit at apologising, but he was. Harry usually accepted a kiss too though, so eventually he tried that.

Only to find out Harry was silently crying on his shoulder.

“Harry, Harry what’s wrong?” Draco tried to lift his boyfriends head and read his face but the man refused to look up, burying his face even further. He now pressed so hard into Draco’s shoulder he was sure it would bruise.

“Harry it’s okay, we can go home. Your home I mean, or I can stay and you can go. I can even call the Weasel if you want me to.” Draco knew he was babbling in a panic but he didn’t care, he just wanted Harry to stop crying. He really should have moved to China or become a hermit in Nepal or anything that wasn’t bringing Harry Potter home to face his overprotective family without enough warning.

“Please stop crying.” Draco begged.

He got a badly aimed finger nearly in his eye before it landed on his mouth and shut him up. If that hadn’t puzzled him enough then the trail of kisses Harry started making down his neck would have.

“What are..?” He asked muffled before getting Harry’s entire hand over his face.

“I’m happy.” Harry’s eyes were bloodshot when he faced his boyfriend but his dazzling smile got all of Draco’s utterly confused attention. “I never thought I would have a family to introduce anyone to, and I never thought I’d be introduced to a family myself either.”

Draco didn’t think he had ever teared up so fast, or shared such a wet kiss with anyone. Cho Chang would be proud.

“Fuck you Harry.” He sniffed as they broke apart, wiping his eyes. “Crying ruins my aesthetic.”

Harry just grinned and kissed him again, this time trailing down his path on the other side of his face until he’d reached the left shoulder. Then he muttered “Sorry not sorry,” and playfully bit Draco’s collarbone that vibrated from a deep rumbling laugh.

“Do you really live with all of them?” Harry asked after Draco fell silent.

“I do. Most of us lost pretty much everything to war repayments, as we should have, we were in no way deserving of that money, and one by one that meant giving up on our mansions and villas. Eventually we all ended up here.” He patted the bathroom floor, grateful for that and the mansion it was in.

“Miss Zabini is a wonderful woman once you get to know her. She created a place where all of us could catch our breath and relax, where processing the war was the only thing we had to do. No stares to be ignored, no vengeful curses to dive away from, no landlords who refuse to rent to slytherins.” Draco nearly started crying again as he felt Harry’s arms tighten around him. They stayed silent for a while then, both lost in thought.

“How big is this place?” Harry broke away from their tight embrace a little to take in the diameters of the bathroom. It wasn’t really big, though the white tiles made it look like it was.

“Not big enough for this many people. It’s crowded and we need to share our bathrooms which is hell when you live together with Pansy.” Draco sighed and pressed his back against the cold wall, a tired smile on his face. “It’s better than the manor or Hogwarts has ever been though. No bad memories except for the one time Daphne tried to make a stove. Ulgh.”

He shivered and pulled a disgusted face that was meant to make Harry laugh. His heart swelled up when it did. Soon after his suspicion towards his often misbehaving boyfriend swelled too as his smile turned into a mischievous grin.

“Now I do have one other question.” Draco raised one perfectly trimmed eyebrow and backed away just a little, not looking forward to spending the upcoming dinner with pink hair. “Do I need to ask for permission from all of them when I want to marry you, or just your mother?”


Lol sorry for this I had time to  kill