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THINGS THE SIGNS TEND TO DO
  • Aries: Have a sparkle in their eyes whenever they talk about things they are passionate about.
  • Taurus: Notice the small and intricate details about everyone.
  • Gemini: Keep others interested in them because their actions and words are always so unpredictable.
  • Cancer: Want to believe that others to have similar thoughts and feelings as them.
  • Leo: Walk into a room and own it like no one else ever can or ever will.
  • Virgo: Always look like they have their life together, even if the weight of the world is crashing down on them.
  • Libra: Have great conversations with anyone, no matter how similar or different they are from the other person.
  • Scorpio: Put so much passion in to everything they do, but still underestimate their abilities.
  • Sagittarius: Refuse to lie about anything and never miss out on an opportunity to show smart they are.
  • Capricorn: Come across as rude, but are really chill and sweet once you get to know them.
  • Aquarius: Give great advice because they look at life logically and try not to involve temporary emotions in decision making.
  • Pisces: Use their face as a clear billboard for their emotions.
Ravenclaw Headcanon

When a Ravenclaw makes their way to the great hall for breakfast, they take the long way there so they can talk to some of their favorite portraits. Sometimes they get knowledge passed on through generations of portraits all over the school. Sometimes they hear the portraits talking about the past, sometimes distant, sometimes more recent. And most of the portraits like to talk about troublemakers that they always saw out of bed after hours and insisted on people calling them The Marauders. Whenever a Ravenclaw asks what The Marauders real names are, the portraits just smile sadly and say words that most certainly aren’t names: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.

The signs as lovers

Aries: the daredevil.
They’ll fight for you and protect you, but be direct, upfront and adventurous. The type to go to a festival and fuck you in the car, but also spoil and be jealous. Sometimes lacks the ability to slow down but means the best. Demanding.

Taurus: the comforter.
Provides emotional stability and comfort. Super supportive. They’re very sensual, and find comfort in giving to their partner. Bad day? Let’s have slow sweet sex. Loyal.

Gemini: the free spirit.
Doesn’t want to feel tied down. Wants a person to do whatever with them: sleep, go on drives, have witty conversation, watch Netflix, doesn’t matter. They want to feel like they’re with their best friend and not be smothered, but they’re curious and will never want to stop learning about you. Expressive.

Cancer: the over feeler.
They’re very loyal but demand a lot, bringing security, love and care. They pay attention and want security, but also to be allowed to care for you. Mothering.

Leo: the show off.
Wants to go out and show you off. They want to feel wanted and be able to brag about your relationship. They’re warm and loyal in a relationship but can be self centered. Sometimes they forget the give, in give and take. They’re very physical and sex is very important. Needy.

Virgo: the submissive.
will act tough and sassy but truth is: they probably need you. will move the earth to make you happy, do anything you ask at the drop of a hat. You will never have to question if they love you, not when they’re being sarcastic, not when they’re expressing themselves to you. Never. Extremely submissive in bed, but also very kinky. Will give themselves to you over and over again.

Libra: the romantic.
Cute dates and long cuddles. Slow kissing, laughter and class are how they love. They nurture but never stop courting you. Will bring you flowers every anniversary for the rest of your life. Givers in bed. They get screwed over a lot due to their trusting and loving nature. Hopeless.

Scorpio: the psycho.
Passionate and quiet. Their love is like a silent storm that rains over you and only you. You will never have to worry about them leaving if they truly love you. They’re jealous and controlling though, sex will always be them in control.

Sagittarius: the all or nothing.
They will never do anything half way. It’s everything or you get nothing. They’re a confusing mix of serious and lighthearted- forward and passive aggressive. Intense, and experimental.

Capricorn: the rock.
They’re funny and sarcastic but they’re solid, they want you to see what good there is in dating them. They’re both givers and takers and not push overs but will have a soft spot for you. Practical.

Aquarius: the rebel.
Notorious for being detached, Aqua will impress you by slowly opening up. They’ll want to get into all sorts of trouble with you, and they’ll slowly become your best friend. They’re interesting and quirky and will give stimulating conversations, passionate kisses, little kisses and lots of diverse sex. Once they have you they’ll never want to let go.

Pisces: the dreamer.
Softhearted and starry eyed, they will think the world of you, while building a world with you. They’re sweet and genuine and creative. Never stop romanticizing you. They’re old souls with the stars in their eyes when they look at you.

Finding you

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Words: 5992

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.

Description: Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?

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during lunch break at work
  • me: *reading drarry fanfiction on my phone*
  • colleague: what's that you're reading all the time? is it a book?
  • me: *sweats*
  • me: uh... yeah. sort of.
  • colleague: oh, what's it about?
  • me: uh... magic. witches and wizzards. time travel. dragons. mysteries.
  • colleague: like Harry Potter?
  • me: uh... yeah.
  • me: sort of.

I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to sit and talk about life, love, anything, and everything just intrigues me. If we can both share opinions on subjects and not feel like one of our opinions is better than the other and just talk; that’s a beautiful thing to me. 💕

anonymous asked:

Kid Harpoon anon, again. Yep, you nailed it. All your points are sound. Especially the one about Harry's repeated comments of how personal this album is. He's been steady on that, right up to Quotidien last week, that this album was not about a woman, but rather about his experiences. I'm not paraphrasing that right. Anyway, thank you, that was exactly what I was seeing out.

So far I see the same themes in Harry’s songs, but different approaches:

SOTT – a plea

ESNY – a rumination

SC – an ode

They’re absolutely about Harry  – they’re his perspective on things, his side of the conversation, what matters to him, what he’s lived through. But he’s talking to a specific person; he’s not talking to us. The “you” is singular. He’s sharing it with us, giving us a glimpse into what makes him who he is, but he’s not addressing us. It’s so very, very personal and yet it is so public. It’s more than a love letter, it’s him trying to explain his love, to live his love openly, to tell us who he is and what has made him the man he is today. I am so excited to hear the rest. And I’m anxiously awaiting the other side of the conversation.

washingtonpost.com
Opinion | It’s not just Trump’s message that matters. There’s also his metamessage.
A linguistics professor examines James Comey’s testimony about his conversations with the president.

When people talk to each other, they glean meaning from metamessages. But messages come in handy when someone wants to deny a meaning that was obvious when the words were spoken.

The president’s “exact words,” according to Comey’s notes, were: “I hope you can see your way clear to letting this go, to letting Flynn go. He is a good guy. I hope you can let this go.” Risch cried literal meaning. Zeroing in on the word “hope,” he asked Comey if he knew of anyone being charged with a criminal offense because “they hoped for an outcome.” Though he confessed that he didn’t, Comey said, “I took it as, this is what he wants me to do.” Risch rested his case: “You may have taken it as a direction but that’s not what he said.” Donald Trump Jr., the president’s son, later made the same point in a tweet: “Hoping and telling are two very different things.”

Actually, they aren’t, when the speaker is in a position of power, as Harris noted. Referring to her experience as a prosecutor, she said, “When a robber held a gun to somebody’s head and said, ‘I hope you will give me your wallet,’ the word ‘hope’ was not the most operative word at that moment.” The gun gives the robber power to encourage another to make his hope a reality.

Opinion piece written by Deborah Tannen, professor of linguistics at Georgetown University

Stereotypical (8) conclusion

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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Boss {Part One}

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37

Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Boss x Sub!Reader deal

Part Two

“I’m here for my first day.” You snapped curtly at a dorky looking guy at the nearest desk. You hadn’t meant to be rude but it was your first day and seemed to be one of those days that would only get worse.

“Sure thing, (Y/N) right, your desk is over here.” He showed you the way and leant on it as you settled in.

“Thanks, I’ve got it from here.” You sighed, glaring at him as he stared down at you before nodding and walking away.

“Hi, you must be (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you but it’s a quick meeting because we have a conference with the boss in twenty minutes, I’ll try and fill you in but we have to send you on a trip next week.” A friendly guy babbled on.

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A Lesson In Statistics

Prompt: The creator of Hamilton was the most anticipated guest speaker at a conference you’ve been planning for months. Since you were the youngest member of the committee, you were given the task to pick up Lin-Manuel Miranda from the airport, nevermind the fact that you didn’t know a damn thing about him.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words:  6,428 (yikes)

Tagged: @sarajanesmith42

A/N: Welp, I hope you guys like it. Thanks to @how-could-i-do-this for being awesome with giving me suggestions and editing this mess.

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imagine Baze + Chirrut as young men, still in training, and their relationship is the worst-kept secret ever:

  • Chirrut keeps accidentally calling Baze ‘my love’ in public, sometimes while yelling for Baze in a crowded room*.
  • Baze dreamily staring at Chirrut for hours and getting into trouble for not paying attention.
  • They constantly drag each other around by their robe belts.
  • If they have to sit or stand close together in public, they inevitably end up pressed against/leaning on each other and holding hands**.
  • Anyone who hurts Baze during sparring promptly becomes Chirrut’s enemy.
  • Baze refuses to talk about Chirrut ever, and blushes if anyone else mentions him.
  • Chirrut refuses to talk about anything but Baze.
  • If you interrupt any of their conversations – no matter how inane the conversation or how important the interruption – they’ll both glare at you for hours***.
  • Chirrut constantly and visibly wearing the starbird pendant that everyone knows used to belong to Baze.
  • Whenever someone comes into their shared room, they find Baze and Chirrut standing in opposite corners looking very ruffled.

* Chirrut has on occasion tried to save face Chandler-Bing-style, by calling Silvanie and Killi and his teachers ‘my love’ immediately afterwards. (Luckily the echo box isn’t sensitive enough to detect even the biggest eye roll)

** 80% of the time they don’t seem to realise it’s happening, and act very shocked when someone points out how entangled they’ve become. 20% of the time they do realise, and it’s even more entertaining to watch them both try to fight the urge to snuggle and unfailingly lose.

*** It is very disconcerting to be glared at by Chirrut, especially since he’s never actually facing you, but you still know.

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The moment we both walked in, Harry was bombarded with people I had never met before, I hadn’t met much of Harry’s coworkers, or peers for that matter, I knew almost none of the people Harry associated with. Luckily no one acknowledged me, so I clung to his hand and took my time taking in the room, he said it would be a quick meeting, but I was kinda hoping it would be longer, wanting to stall the night. I had decided tonight would be the night, I was going to be with him for the first time, I wasn’t sure if I would ever be ready but it was beginning to put too much stress on our relationship and I trusted with Harry. All being said I was still very nervous, almost as if Harry could sense my uneasiness his other arm draped over his chest as he wrapped a protective hand over my forearm, squeezing gently. I finally felt myself exhale, not realizing I had been holding my breath, he looked down to me mouthing an “All good?” to which I nodded curtly and he resumed his conversation, leaving a few moments later with mention of a drink.

Harry found the bar with ease talking to another stranger, and ordering a rum, I was confused when he turned handing me the drink, forgetting I was underage, he was still chatting away with his friend when he was handed his own drink leading me to the table the rest of the group had already settled around.

He sat taking perched on the outside edge of the round booth leaving me pressed between him and a girl with a pretty face void of any makeup yet still unique and radiant along with an airy laugh that I was overly envious of. I didn’t say anything still holding tightly to the glass in front of me watching as the condensation gathered into small droplets than ran till they collided with my fingers slowly going numb at the cold temperature. I shivered as I felt Harry shift next to me, his arm reaching around to grip the edge of the booth behind me.

“Something wrong love?” he spoke next to my ear, his warm breath heavy with the smell of alcohol.

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