constant failing

America, you failed.

You failed your history, your people, your reputation.

You failed your women, the daughters of those who bled and fought for their right to voice their opinion, who have now been stripped of the right to make choices about their own bodies. You elected a man who has bragged about sexually assaulting women because of his fame. You elected a predator and gave him the most powerful position in the world.

You failed your POC, who much now continue to fear violence in their day to day activities. How many more hashtags must we witness under a president who continues to deny that they’re not just “lazy”?

You failed your Latinx, who probably care more about the USA than you - their home that used to provide hope, now provides a constant fear that they will be snatched out of it without saying goodbye.

You failed your poor, who will be strangled to death and starved by the luxurious treatment that will be provided to the 1% elite, paid for by what used to cover welfare.

You failed your ill, with a promise that healthcare would no longer be given to those who need it. People will die on your watch, so be prepared to look it straight in the face.

You failed your Muslims, and told them they are nothing but dirty terrorists who are not, nor will be, welcome on the soil that your ancestors stole. Soil where a country was founded on religious freedom now has a leader who shuns one of the world’s largest out of misplaced fear.

You failed your LGBTQIA+, whose identities and choices and LIVES no longer seem to mean anything. A movement and civil rights argument that has worked so hard to progress passed the starting line has now been pushed back all the way to the beginning. You spit in their face and told them too bad.

You failed all of us.

America, you failed. Not just yourself, but the world. More than you can ever imagine.

Drabble Part 2/5

A/N: It’s so strange… I’ll be writing something super sad one second, then something super fluffy the next. Drabbles are weird. XD

Words: 3440

11. (Arno Dorian)

It was a grueling truth, the reality that you may very well die. You looked down at your crimson stained hands, the heat of the thick liquid contrasting with your rapidly cooling body. Death was holding you in its crushing grip, dragging you down, and somehow you were still holding on. Because of him, you realized. You were holding on for Arno.

“Just a little while longer.” He rasped, his feet heavy against the stone rooftop as he shifted you uncomfortably in his arms. Every movement had you crying out, jolting the fiery pain to life. If it wasn’t for the startling fear in Arno’s eyes, you were positive you would’ve already been amongst the dead. But you couldn’t leave him. Your head lolled against his chest, eyelids heavy as you began drifting off. “No,” Arno’s shout startled you back into semi-consciousness. “I’m not losing you today, you hear me?” A hum left your parted lips as you held onto him tightly. Just a little bit longer… “Please,” he begged, the wind whipping against your face as he sprinted even faster, pushing himself to the max. “Don’t leave me like this.”

“Arno,” you choked, your vision swimming. You just needed to hold on… Just… His worried voice was drowned out by the blood rushing around your mind, your heart slowing in your chest. Maybe if you just closed your eyes…

12. (Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad)

“Wait,” he growled, pulling you back as you jumped. You fell into his hard body, both of you hitting the ground painfully.

“What?” You seethed as quietly as you could, your eyes flickering between him and your target as you stood back on your feet, dusting yourself off.

“You can not go yet.” He explained as if it made total sense to pull you back from the man who was in perfect position for your blade.

“I need to go,” you argued, pointing down at your target. “If he moves, it will be too hard to find another place to strike. Now is the perfect opportunity.”

“Have you learned nothing?” He hissed, hand tight on your white robes. “What would you do after you had taken his life?”

“I would run there.” You pointed to the stacked boxes that stopped about halfway to the top of a nearby building. “Then I would wait in the hay cart on the other side of the building. After I can scale that building and move along the rooftops silently and efficiently.” You stated dryly, knowing that there was nothing for him to argue. Unfortunately, he was stubborn.

“And what if you get caught by them?” He gestured to two rather large guards waiting by the exit of the alley you were in. “You could not fight them off.” Ouch.

“Are you questioning my ability, Altaïr?” Your voice was laced with annoyance, his haughty tone doing nothing to quell your anger. You’d trained for the majority of your life and you were confident in your abilities.

“That is not what I meant.” He backtracked, hands held up in surrender. “I only mean that you could get injured or worse.”

“That’s part of being an Assassin.” You retorted, watching as his jaw tensed beneath the shadow of his hood.

“Just,” he paused, almost as if he didn’t think he should finish, “be careful.” Half of your mouth tilted up in a smile, a hand pulling your hood down to obscure your face.

“I always am.”

13. (Ezio Auditore)

You sighed heavily into the shining, noon sky. Rome was bustling below, the yells of merchants and buyers alike ringing throughout the heat of day. Pulling both knees to your chest, you watched as men and women prepared for the event to come. You really didn’t want to go to this ball, but your father hadn’t given you much of a choice. There was a sudden change in the atmosphere; where the sun had once shone, a shadow now cast over.

“Ezio,” you greeted stiffly, not bothering to look up at the Assassin.

“What are you doing up here?” He asked, taking a seat next to you. You sent a half smile in his direction, your hands playing with your white robes.

“I needed time to think.”

“For the ball,” Ezio nodded, his muscles tensing. “What happened to your date?” His voice was bitter, a scowl on his scarred lips. That gave you pause, your lips turning up in realization.

“You’re jealous!” You laughed, his scowl deepening at your accusation.

“I am not.” He argued. Continuing to chuckle, you stood up with your hands on your hips.

“You, Ezio Auditore, are jeal-” Your sentence was cut off with a squeak as your back hit the stone tiles roughly, wide eyes looking up to Ezio.

“I am not jealous.” His eyes were like fire, burning every bit of your body they went over. He jerked you up, dropping his mouth against yours vigorously. You moaned against the heat of him, his tongue thrusting in between your lips at the movement. Everything suddenly felt too hot, his hands roaming all over your body with determined curiosity. When he finally felt satisfied, he stood up, leaving you lying on the ground and breathing heavily. You followed his movements a moment afterwards, watching him curiously. He hadn’t moved, instead observing you as his fingers slid along his lips, almost as if just realizing what he’d done. You wanted him, needed him to repeat his actions.

“Jealous,” you breathed, laughing as you took off across the rooftop. You didn’t even have to hear his steps heavy against the stone to know he was following.

14. (Shay Cormac)

The hand on your hip wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t the one you wanted. The blue eyes shining beneath the lights, crinkled up as he laughed, were not the ones you wished to stare into. The crisp accent that sounded whenever he spoke wasn’t the one you needed to hear. But it didn’t matter. Shay wasn’t there, and even if he was, he would never think of you the same way you thought of him. He was too guarded, too untrusting to allow you that close to him. A soft groan left your parted lips as you tried to tune into the conversation once again. He was talking about trading stuff, at least you thought he was. He could also be talking about his family. You hadn’t the slightest, and honestly, you couldn’t care less. You were scanning the area, your eyes attempting to adjust to the overly bright lights. They really did try too hard at these things. That was when you spotted the dark gaze, looking to you with more intensity than you’d ever seen before. You wanted to call to Shay, but you were cut off before you could start by lips upon your own. It took you by surprise, prompting you to stand absolutely frozen for a whole minute. It wasn’t right, the person you wanted more than anything not being the one moving against your lips. By the time you actually realized what was happening, the man had been thrown off of you by your leather clad savior.

“Shay,” you breathed, watching him intently. He ignored the gasps of the crowds, picking you up with a stiff arm beneath your legs and one behind your back. His movements were swift and silent, that of a trained killer. Your eyes were on his jaw, clenched with tension. Despite how angry he seemed to be, his hands were still holding you as gently as possible. “Shay,” you ground out, trying to understand what he was doing. He slammed you against the side of the estate, keeping you trapped in between his arms while his knee came up to rub in between your legs.

“You’re mine.” He growled, hands working furiously on removing your clothing. You shivered, whether from the actual cold or Shay’s expression, you weren’t entirely sure.

15. (Shay Cormac)

The clatter of your sword hitting the stone reverberated throughout the night sky, weighing down on the two of you like you were carrying the world itself. Your eyes were heavy, reality finally dawning on you. No matter what he’s done, no matter how long he’s been away, you can’t hurt him. You dropped your head, your arms laying limply by your sides.

“I can’t,” you whispered, not daring to look up to him. “I won’t,” you stated louder than before. His leather boots groaned against the cobblestone as he walked towards you, the sound of metal on metal as he re sheathed his blades. A heavy, warm hand rested on your shoulder, prompting you to look into his dark gaze. His eyes were shining with pain, hurt etched across his expression.

“I never wanted to do this.” His voice was barely audible above the distant sounds of the city, the happy cheering only furthering the dampened mood. “I was forced to.” You lifted a hand, placing it ever so softly against his heated cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you soothed, a hand raking through his dark hair as he buried his head into your chest, wrapping you in a tight embrace. “It’s okay,” you repeated again, his hot tears rolling down your chest. You closed your eyes against the wave of emotion, holding him even closer.

“He wants you dead,” he muttered against your skin, his tears still wet against your clothing.

“I know.” And you did. Haytham Kenway had every reason to want you dead. You were an Assassin who had gotten in his way more than enough times to pose a threat. Although, you looked down at the top of Shay’s head, moonlight reflecting off the black tresses, you would never pose a threat to him. You never could; Templar or not, you loved the man.

“I love you,” he said lowly, almost as if reading your thoughts.

“And I love you.” Slowly, he pulled back from your embrace, keeping his eyes locked with yours.

“Go,” he whispered, “Please.” His voice was broken, face twisted in pain. “I can’t…” He trailed off, looking to the ground shamefully. “Please don’t make me hurt you.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “But, Shay, I don’t wish to leave you.”

“I’ll find you again,” he stood a little straighter, determination lacing his tone. “I’ll find you when this is all over and I swear to you, I will make this right.” You nodded, backing away from him. “Just don’t forget me.” His voice was carried by the wind as you ran, your vision blurring with the onslaught of tears and your heart breaking within your chest.

16. (Edward Kenway)

Admittedly, you’d had way too many drinks. But hey, the suave captain sure as hell didn’t seem to be complaining. In fact, he almost seemed to be enjoying it. It’s not like you were doing anything that different than normal, you were just a little less reserved. Your touches lingered a little longer, your words purposely holding double meanings. You couldn’t help it, you were much too drunk and he was much too attractive. You took another swig of your rum, laughing at something one of the drunken crew members said.

“Hand me a little more rum, lass.” Edward whispered, his lips moving against your ear. You shivered, smiling at his wink as you picked up a tankard of rum. You placed a hand on his upper thigh, leaning across the table to hand him the drink. His eyes followed you, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he watched you hungrily.

“This what you want?” You asked, shifting more weight onto the hand on his thigh while simultaneously moving it higher. His throat bobbed as he swallowed roughly, his hand taking the drink from you and placing it on the table.

“Oh, you are just asking for it now.” His voice was husky, causing you to bite your lip while thoughts of him using that tone in other, more pleasurable, scenarios assaulted your mind. He leaned forward again, all the sounds and smells of the tavern drifting away as his breath danced around your cheek. He was speaking, telling you something, but you were too focused on the smell of salt, leather, and alcohol emanating from him. He pulled back, a smirk on his face and primal intent shining in his crystal orbs. Unfortunately, you didn’t hear a word he said. Deciding to take a chance, you squeezed his thigh and sent a wink, abandoning the table in favor of leaving the stuffy pub. You weren’t certain he followed you, at least not until you felt the gentle yet firm hand against the small of your back.

17. (Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad)

Your scowl deepened at the look of disappointment in his eyes, your arms unconsciously crossing over your chest despite the ache of protest from your ribs.

“I was doing my job.” You stated curtly, moving your gaze from the Master Assassin. He was angry with you, even though he shouldn’t be. You’d only done what was asked of you; nothing more and nothing less.

“You almost got yourself killed,” he argued, a clamp sounding as he took a step forward. “You were meant to finish your target, not die.”

“I didn’t die.” You ground out, motioning wildly to yourself. You clenched your jaw at the pain that came with the action. “I’m still alive, see?”

“You were barely alive when you stumbled back here.” Both hands held tightly onto the sheets, your eyes diverting down. Maybe you had been a little reckless, but it wasn’t on purpose. You hadn’t meant to get yourself nearly killed. It was entirely an accident. “Did you ever think of how that would make me feel?” Your head snapped up, jaw dropped as he continued in the most irritated of tones. “Do you know what I’d do if you died? If I never saw you again?” He was getting more and more hysterical with each word, finally abandoning talking in favor of wrapping both arms around your upper half. “I thought I’d lost you.” You closed your eyes, softly raking a hand through his hair.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

18. (Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad)

His eyes were on you like an eagle readying himself for the kill. You had no idea what you’d done to make Altaïr so angry, but it was almost scary. Although, the intensity that you were sure was meant to intimidate you, just aroused you further. He was an attractive man; anybody could see that. But it was more than just his looks that aroused you, it was the way he acted so confidently. Unfortunately, that confidence was giving you pause at the moment. He seemed so sure about something, so angry about whatever it was. So much so that it had you thinking back to every single wrong thing you’d ever done to the man. The list was quite short and none of them happened recently, but still, something was on his mind. You were snapped out of your reverie when a hand whipped out of nowhere, tugging you into a bedroom. Your back was slammed against rough stone, eyes wide as you looked to your hooded assaulter. Altaïr’s muscles were stiff, his frame trapping you against the wall.

“Altaïr,” you breathed, not sure if you should be relieved it was him or only more alert.

“(Y/N).” His voice was strange, the underlying tension bubbling to the surface.

“What are you doing?” You inquired, watching him as his gaze moved down your body slowly.

“I’m sick of watching silently as you tease me everyday.” He growled, eyes blazing.

“Wha-” He cut you off, lips rough against your own. You were frozen, lips parted and eyes still open. Taking the opportunity, he slipped his velvety tongue inside your mouth, hands tightening on your wrists. He tasted of mint and cinnamon and tentatively, you responded to his kiss causing him to drop your hands in favor of holding your face between his palms as he explored your lips with fervor. You were practically putty in his hands, following every one of his bold movements. He didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon, his body touching every bit of your own. And, you leaned into his touches, you couldn’t be more glad.

19. (Shay Cormac)

Your combined laughs echoed around the hall as you continued walking down the wooden walkway, Shay by your side. The two of you were reminiscing of past times, something you did quite often, as you made your way to your respective bedrooms. It was a rather nice inn, one that Haytham no doubt picked out. He could be a little… overly grand at times. Oh well, you looked to the Irishman with shining eyes, you’d endure anything Haytham could throw at you so long as you got to spend time with Shay. He smiled warmly back, watching you curiously as you moved to open your door.

“No, that’s the wrong- oh, dammit.” Your eyes were wide, Shay standing directly behind you. It was like everyone was frozen, Hickey looking quite mad as he looked over the woman on top of him to you guys. Your mouth was opening and closing, nothing coming out of it as you just simply shorted out.

“What the ‘ell.” Hickey yelled, glaring at you two.

“I, uh,” Shay tugged at your arm, slamming the door shut to close off the view. “Oh my God,” you laughed, a hand over your mouth as you doubled over. Shay’s chuckle was much deeper as he pulled you down to where your room actually was. “I did not expect that.” Shay was shaking his head, eyes shining with amusement.

“You shouldn’t expect anything less than that from Hickey, lass.” He laughed, warm hand on your shoulder.

“What about from you?” You questioned boldy, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Aye, you could expect more.” His voice was soft, his hand moving from your shoulder to your cheek gently.

“Then show me.” You challenged.

20. (Connor)

It was too hot, the sheets too uncomfortable against your skin, but you couldn’t move. Not because you were afraid of waking Connor up, but just because you genuinely couldn’t move. He had you wrapped in his two strong arms, one leg thrown over yours, and his head tucked into your neck. Not only that, but he slept like a bear.

“Connor,” you growled, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold. He held on strong, his grip tightening the more you moved. “Dammit, Connor, wake up!” You yelled, flopping around in his arms like a fish out of water. You kept yelling his name, pushing as best you could from inside his embrace, but nothing seemed to be working. “Ratohnhaké:ton,” you screamed, kicking your legs around.

“What?” He questioned, one brown eye peeking open to observe you.

“Move. Over.” You replied, pushing him back.

“Keep still,” he argued, cuddling back into you.

“Connor,” you whined, continuing to move in his embrace. “It’s hot.” This time both eyes opened, his arms holding you even tighter.

“I wish to hold you.” He whispered, a red tint staining his cheeks. That took you by surprise.

“I’m still going to be right here.” You shrugged, watching him curiously. He looked oddly distressed at the thought of having to let you go.

“I know, I just…” he muttered, trailing off when he thought it necessary. You lifted a hot palm to his warm cheeks, a small smile on your lips.

“What’s wrong, Ratohnhaké:ton?” For a second, he didn’t look as if he was going to answer, his eyes flitting down to where your bodies were touching.

“Before I met you, I thought I’d have to be alone. And,” the intensity in his gaze when he looked up was startling, “I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be without you.” Your heart clenched painfully, both arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

“I will never leave you.” You promised, resting your forehead against his. “So long as I walk this Earth, I will always love you, Ratohnhaké:ton.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, head moving up and down with his nod.

“May I please hold you?” He asked, voice light. It may be hot as hell, but you weren’t about to deny him that.

“Always,” you whispered, burying your head into his chest. You could feel his smile as he placed a kiss to the top of your head, the soft pitter-patter of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. Before you drifted off, you heard him speak, tone barely audible.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

Boyarsky as Lestrade is a work of art

There are three things you can watch for ever: fire, water, and these three seconds of Boyarsky delivering more acting than a half of all modern movies combined.  

anonymous asked:

are you still writing KS? i saw that you said you were delving into other projects with your OCs, had mentioned possibly releasing stuff in feb, and also you're into DC stuff now. i totally understand changing gears because you're a person and not a content-i-like machine, but i'm just curious about what that means for KS.

It’s a fair question, and I appreciate the politeness with which you asked it. With health issues and work picking up, writing is a rare pleasure for me these days, so I’ve been spending it more on just “whatever I feel like at the time,” which of course means nothing important is getting done with any great haste. I’m still working on the KS outline, mind… just slower than I might have hoped. At the risk of TMI: it’s been hard for me to get as motivated about such a long project when I’m really pressingly aware that there’s a super strong chance I will be dead within a year or two. 

That being said, I am still working on it. Slowly, but surely. I have honestly bounced around the idea of a longer or more permanent hiatus, to be 100% honest, but I just have so many loyal fans and readers that I’m not sure I can do that to them, even if I wanted to. God knows things are going to slow down anyway thanks to work and health and real life; I don’t want to shut off any hope they have altogether. 

So I’m not really sure when updates will pick back up. I have enough focus to work on the outline some days, but I know myself well enough to know that actually writing the damn thing is probably beyond me right now. So I’ll keep working on the outline at whatever speed I can, and keep on piddling along on side projects to keep my spirits up. And I know it sucks for you guys, and no sarcasm, I am really sorry about it. Even the sweetest and most understanding of followers is sad or upset to hear their favorite project is being delayed. 

I honestly do feel really shitty about it, but I gave myself a fair shake at writing full time, professionally, and I couldn’t make enough money. Now it’s not just my life, but my brother’s on the line, and I have to make sure I don’t die first and foremost… cause if I do, that’ll be the one thing that can permanently end KS, lmao. 

One of Those Days

Today the tears fall, wondering
Why a life is such
Cliché dolorous
Pounding Sisyphus pummeled day
And for what?
Desire to cheat
Death evade, fly free
To call out at night, belong known
A life in death
Desperate for eye grins
Hands that never fail
Just constant need to be more than
All I see some days is the rock


Dating Tao would include:

-Frequent trips to the mall and ending up with 5 bags each (mostly his stuff)

-Getting teased by him and Sehun all day everyday

-Sassing the two sass masters showing them not to mess with you because you can play that card too

-Him coming up behind you and giving you little kisses on your cheek and neck 

-Laying with him on the couch watching movies while he runs his fingers through your hair

-Going out to restaurants together and he picks off your plate

-Him trying to teach you martial arts and getting teased when you fail miserably

-Constant selfies with you and him having to retake them because ‘he looked hideous in the last one’

-Having to deal with his little dramas, like if someone said something about him on twitter and he’d freak out 

-Him unconsciously staring at you at random times

-Him complaining he’s hungry in that annoying whinny voice he does  

-He’d attempt to be cute and romantic but it would sometimes fail horribly and would probably result in one of you getting hurt and the other constantly apologizing or the both of you looking stupid and dying in fits of laughter

- He’d clingy in a cute and romantic way

-He’d always have and arm around you or holding your hand

-He’d get jealous easily but only because he doesn’t want to lose you and he cares

-Him treating you like a princess and spoiling you, he’d always smile and be happy if you are and when you’re sad he’d do everything in his power to make you happy again and he’d treat you the way you deserve to be treated.


“you’re very attractive, but…”

there’s still a fat, disliked 14-year-old inside me that’s been bullied into thinking that’s all that matters (and ignoring everything after the “but”). trying to recover from an eating disorder has for me involved dismantling a very heterosexual and patriarchal way of thinking, which requires constant effort. and i fail at it, mostly.

Derek Jeter is one of my all-time favorite baseball players. Clean cut, humble, professional, respected and was respected by everyone in the game. And of course he was a perennial All Star and one of the best at what he did. But I always felt bad for all the abuse and shame that got hurled his way because of his constant stream of failed relationships. From Mariah Carey to Jessica Biel, Hannah Davis to Minka Kelly and a dozen others, every time a relationship ended he had to endure mockery in the press and the sneering judgement of people saying “What’s wrong with Jeter? Why can’t he keep a woman?” I just feel like he deserved–

Oh, wait, that didn’t actually happen. Never mind.

Sun Sign Patterns Masterpost

1-1 Sun Sign Pattern

Aries- Aries
Taurus - Taurus
Gemini- Gemini
Cancer- Cancer
Leo- Leo
Virgo- Virgo
Libra- Libra
Scorpio- Scorpio
Sagittarius- Sagittarius
Capricorn- Capricorn
Aquarius- Aquarius
Pisces- Pisces

- with a 1-1 relationship (love or friendship) you will be tempted to magnify your own virtues & failings. Constant effort required to encourage the positive qualities and be tolerant of the negative.

2 - 12 Sun Sign Pattern

Aries- Pisces
Taurus- Aries
Gemini- Taurus
Cancer- Gemini
Leo- Cancer
Virgo- Leo
Libra- Virgo
Scorpio- Libra
Sagittarius- Scorpio
Capricorn- Sagittarius
Aquarius- Capricorn
Pisces- Aquarius

- with a 2-12 relationship, you will feel as though you have many lessons to learn from this person, there is an inexplicable compassion for one anothers mistakes & weaknesses.

3 - 11 Sun Sign Pattern

Aries- Gemini & Aquarius
Taurus- Cancer & Pisces
Gemini- Aries & Leo
Cancer- Taurus & Virgo
Leo- Gemini & Libra
Virgo- Cancer & Scorpio
Libra- Leo & Sagittarius
Scorpio- Virgo & Capricorn
Sagittarius- Libra & Aquarius
Capricorn- Scorpio & Pisces
Aquarius- Aries & Sagittarius
Pisces- Taurus & Capricorn

- 3-11 relationships may seem as though you have alot of differences but these will have little or no effect on you both. Strong tie of friendship whatever the association. There is mutual trust & ease communication here. Not always, but frequently, there will be a mutual obligation that brings you together. Any disagreements are quickly resolved.

4 - 10 Sun Sign Pattern

Aries- Cancer & Capricorn
Taurus- Leo & Aquarius
Gemini- Virgo & Pisces
Cancer- Libra & Aries
Leo- Taurus & Scorpio
Virgo- Gemini & Sagittarius
Libra- Cancer & Capricorn
Scorpio- Leo & Aquarius
Sagittarius- Virgo & Pisces
Capricorn- Aries & Libra
Aquarius- Taurus & Scorpio
Pisces- Gemini & Sagittarius

- not always, but surprisingly often, you’ll feel a noticeable tension or conflict in the presence of those born listed opposite your own. There is a sense of disapproval from either one or both of you. One person may grow restless because of the disciplinary attempts of the other. Always some degree of mental & emotional restriction.

5 - 9 Sun Sign Pattern

Aries- Leo & Sagittarius
Taurus- Virgo & Capricorn
Gemini- Libra & Aquarius
Cancer- Scorpio & Pisces
Leo- Aries & Sagittarius
Virgo- Taurus & Capricorn
Libra- Gemini & Aquarius
Scorpio- Cancer & Pisces
Sagittarius- Aries & Leo
Capricorn- Taurus & Virgo
Aquarius- Gemini & Libra
Pisces- Cancer & Scorpio

- with a 5-9 relationship (friend or lover) often you’ll find easy empathy, mental stimulation, emotion affinity (or romantic fulfillment) with those listed opposite your own sign. There will be strong sympathy between you & misunderstandings will usually not be severe or lasting. Chances for harmony are excellent and a happy relationship on a permanent basis is more effortlessly achieved than with any other sign.

6 - 8 Sun Sign Pattern

Aries- Virgo & Scorpi
Taurus- Libra & Sagittarius
Gemini- Scorpio & Capricorn
Cancer- Sagittarius & Aquarius
Leo- Capricorn & Pisces
Virgo- Aries & Aquarius
Libra- Taurus & Pisces
Scorpio- Aries & Gemini
Sagittarius- Taurus & Cancer
Capricorn- Gemini & Leo
Aquarius- Cancer & Virgo
Pisces- Leo & Libra

- in a 6-8 vibration pattern, you will have some problems in communicating with these individuals. Yet, you’ll be oddly intrigued by the puzzling charisma and powerfully drawn into its spell. If the tie between you is a love relationship, you’ll feel an irresistible sexual attraction toward the individual. If it is a friendship, there is some shared interest in the supernatural- death, birth, reincarnation, adoption & all spiritual matters. There may be times when this person will seem secretive. There may be a desire for one of you to willingly serve the other with little or no resentment. Under this pattern, service given will always be repaid by the fascination of the association itself.

7 - 7 Sun Sign Pattern

Aries- Libra
Taurus- Scorpio
Gemini- Sagittarius
Cancer- Capricorn
Leo- Aquarius
Virgo- Pisces
Libra- Aries
Scorpio- Taurus
Sagittarius- Gemini
Capricorn- Cancer
Aquarius- Leo
Pisces- Virgo

- not always, but frequently, you will be either physically attracted to- or secretly admire & respect- those of the OPPOSITE SEX born under the sun sign opposite your own. This is because these individuals possess the qualities of character & personality traits that you lack. The attraction and urge to imitate are strong. However, you may feel uneasy, envious of or strongly competitive with these individuals of YOUR OWN SEX who were born under your opposite sign.

- excerpts from the book Love Signs by Linda Goodman, you can purchase this on Amazon.

me coming to terms with the fact that my personality is the constant in all my failed relationships but that at this tumultuous time in my life I get more satisfaction from not changing my ways than I do from real human intimacy 


Being married to a famous mage and also a very talent top model was not always flowers, several days, Gray had scheduled dinners and wore sexy outfits, which was hard for him to keep them on, mostly now of frustration. All those plans frustrated with a long waiting and ending the same way, a buzz on his phone. ‘Sorry hunie, I got a situation here, I will be later than I thought.’, Sighing and softly eating her food also, the ice mage didn’t want to show any clue of his romantic plans, he thought that saying his constant fails could hurt Mira, and so he did everything and waited her normally on his boxers on the bed, mostly already sleeping.

So the kid’s name is Alex Vasquez. He’s 16 years old, and is a sophomore in high school. He has a great passion for sports - he’s in the baseball team and used to be in the football team too. If it was about his decision, he’d still be playing in both, but his grades said otherwise. It sucks to be you, Lexy-boy.
He has a good heart and a caring nature, great social skills and is very emotional, which of course, has it’s negative side. On the other hand, he’s not the smartest guy you’ll find (he’s in a constant state of failing classes).
He’s always wearing the dumb school jacket, and can be considered popular i guess? He’s kinda close with Tammy, and is mostly with the ‘cool kids’. His original hair color is dark brown (see his eyebrows), but he had it dyed once, and now he must act like he wouldn’t regret it. He does tho, he regrets it a lot.
He has a huge freaking crush on Morty for some uncertain reason, and is trying to get closer to him, but usually screws up the interaction so it’ll take a LOOONG WHILE till they can touch butts or something.
When they DO get closer tho, the rick and morty adventures kind of freaks him out a lot, and he has a pretty terrible relationship with Rick, hence his fear for Morty’s physical and mental well-being.
He speaks some spanish, and can cook surprisingly well.