Clubs / Wands: The spirit. Personality, identity, individuality, originality, essence. Force, initiation, strength, creativity, gain through effort. The soul’s vitality and uniqueness. Free will. Drive, determination. Inspiration, ambition.
Diamonds / Pentacles: Material realm, wealth & possessions, the physical body. Status. Security & stability of all types. Prosperity. Manifestation, effort, processes, rhythm, continuation. Creation & maintenance of a personal world.
Spades / Swords: The mind, intellect, cerebral realm. Thoughts, beliefs, logic, morality, justice, judgment, opinion. Power. Reality. Strife & suffering or influence & strength and the fragile balance between those two extremes.
Hey! Loving the blog, come here everyday to fulfill my addiction😂 I was wondering if the clubbing tag could be updated like when the pack goes dancing or maybe just Derek and stiles? Tbh I'm happy with anything😊 thank yooooou xxx
“Oh, looks like Stiles has an admirer.” Erica says with a giggle.
Derek frowns, snapping his head over to where Erica is looking to see Stiles standing with a woman. The blonde is leaning against the counter of the bar, her hair tossed over her shoulders as she stares at Stiles from underneath her eye lashes.
The one where Derek plays the fake boyfriend, only for the whole thing to turn sideways in a matter of seconds.
Stiles is in love with Derek. He’s also a virgin, and ace, but Derek… Is not. Derek is hot, and has a very active sex life. Stiles knows that even if Derek would lower his standards enough to date him, he would never be able to give him what he wants. So he observes from afar, jealousy overwhelming him every time he sees him with someone else.
Stiles was gorgeous and charismatic. He was intelligent and sarcastic. He was confident and clumsy. He was a reluctantly good person. He was…
Currently being loomed over by a tall, massive man with tribal tattoos and short dark hair that reeked of stale cigarettes and too much cologne.
Derek’s eyes bled red and he did nothing to stop them. With the flashing of the lights and the amount of alcohol he could smell on the man, Derek knew nobody in the club would notice the color of his eyes. They’d think it was a trick of the flashing neon lights or they’d be too drunk to remember anyway.
Stiles works as an IT guy at Hale Enterprises and for the last six months, he’s been called upstairs to fix some kind of computer problem for Derek Hale at least four times a week. And two of those four times, Mr Hale has either hit on him or asked him out. But Stiles knows better than to date his boss and Mr Hale is the absolute worst at flirting.
So learning that Mr Hale is a single father to an adorable four-year-old girl who wants Stiles to attend her dance recital shouldn’t change things at all, right?
And on top of that, a mysterious cup has been lowered down through a hole in the ceiling right above Stiles’ desk, delivering treats directly to him. Stiles declares them to be his Cup Person and they seem to know just what he likes.
It is early
afternoon and the September sun gently shines on the campus of Elsewhere
University. You don’t know why you are
here-shut up, they do know, all
of them sent their applications silly. Wind is blowing only slightly and the
weather is kind to those souls who wish to spend their day only in shirt and a
sweater. The only exception seems to be the North dorm which – is a dwelling of winter spirits, a frozen
place where summer’s heat never – has problems with air conditioning. Some
of you are new, some of you are more experienced, but all of you are college
students – among those silly humans dwell
– I said all. College students as a rule don’t tend to be very prepared for
life. They don’t know how to properly wash their clothes, their room could use
a service of a cleaning lady - they don’t
wear their iron – and they are spending their money on unhealthy fast foods
meals and snacks from vending machines. You may have come here to learn many
things, to catch real word in a glass lenses of a camera, to capture moving creatures
on a canvas, to vow beautiful words like a yarn into a mesmerizing pattern, - to take those that belong rightfully to
you, those that foolishly promised – but right now, you are going to learn
how to bake and cook.
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It’s two days before valentine’s day. There’s a club at my school called the random acts of kindness club. it’s kind of a secret; no one knows who’s in it and when it meets. This club made over 1100 hearts for every kid in my school and put them in each locker. Every single one. Each said “you are loved”. So many people were smiling when they saw what was in their locker. It amazes me what little acts can make such a big difference in someone’s day. I guess going to school sometime really doesn’t suck. :)