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.
Dean is allowed to be angry when Sam abandons or betrays him.
Dean is allowed to keep his feelings to himself.
Dean is allowed to have feelings regardless of whether they are what Sam thinks they should be.
Dean is allowed to call out even a loved one for hurting him or betraying him, especially if they keep doing it.
Dean is allowed to be afraid or nervous that they will do it again.
Humans are allowed to do all of these things, and as a person, so is Dean. None of these make Dean controlling, abusive, or cruel. Framing it as such what an abuser does to keep their victim in line. It’s a method certain people use to manipulate someone else into silence or compliance. Dean falls for it because of years and years of formative, psychological abuse, but that doesn’t make it even remotely true or right or even acceptable.
(I’m having a really bad suicidal day, so this is inspired by @aro–aphrodite)
May Zeus provide you the strength to live, and the safe refuge of his protection for when the urges become too much.
May Hera remind you in your darkest hours, the most important relationship is the one with yourself; and may she bless and strengthen the bond of that very union.
May Poseidon keep you safe in all voyages, including the journey that is life. May he prevent you from drowning in both your thoughts and the waters deep below.
May Demeter keep you warm and love you just like a mother. May she send forth gifts of a still soothed mind, and allow all your efforts in recovery to be fruitful.
May Athena, destroyer of Giants, slay the urges and intrusive thoughts too large to defeat on your own. May she protect you and bless you with the will to keep fighting.
May Apollon be by your side, whether it be during therapy or at your bedside in the ward. May he be a ray of light to give you a glimmer of hope.
May Artemis shield you, and provide you relief. May you never be thrown to the wolves, but rather have the courage to bear your teeth for your own defence.
May Ares cover your battle scars, and protect you from more. May he give you the courage of an entire army,
and the support of one to. May you be reminded that you need not to win every battle to win the war.
May Aphrodite shower you with the love you deserve, including the love of yourself for yourself. May she remind and teach you that you are beautiful.
May Hephaistos provide you a creative outlet; a distraction to keep hands busy without a blade. May he teach you you can’t forge yourself without the flame, but you have been setting yourself on fire far too long.
May Hermes provide you a safe haven; be it a support group, or even just long drives in the rain to clear your head. May he hold your hand as you cross bridges, and let you find change on the ground after you do not jump.
May Dionysos put a smile on your face, and stand strong along side you, urging you to dance; he knows mental illness all to well. Dance away the demons, dance into relief.
May Haides, somber but not always impartial, lead you away from the incoming cars, and drop sweet nectar into your mouth. It is not yet your time.
May Persephone remind you that the greatest fall can lead you to the greatest heights. There is something honourable about walking out of rock bottom with your head held high, or walking on through like you own the place.
May Hestia keep you warm when your emotions are spent, leaving you numb and cold. May she bless you with a feeling of home whenever possible, and keep those hearth fires burning. And your own inner fire strong, as well.
The Gods demand Arête, your personal best. Arête is not being the most successful person in the world. Sometimes it is merely staying alive. And staying alive, well, that makes the Theoi very happy.
So in addition to my other duties at my new job, I’m a general errand runner. I announced today that I would be heading out to get a few chores done. Immediately I was bombarded by requests from all sides. Most were reasonable. Taking packages to the post office, purchasing various supplies, recycling used ink cartridges, etc.
But then I was tasked with buying several dozen pillows.
This is what my car looks like stuffed with about 30 pillows (not pictured is all the pillows in the trunk, which was full to near bursting).
There were lots of questions from curious onlookers. Here, in no particular order, are the various reasons I gave for purchasing a plentiful plethora of pillows:
“Because my queen demands it!”
“Best. Pillow fort. Ever.”
“I’m opening up the cheapest and comfiest bordello this side of the Mississippi.”
*shifty eyes* “For research.”
“I’m just supplying my emergency bunker so I’ll be ready for the apocalypse.”
“*incredulous look* “You don’t have this many pillows?”
“Son of a fuck!” You half growl, half whine shooting daggers at the flat tire in front of you.
This is just perfect. This is what you get for finally taking a week off from work. Being a successful, in demand actress isn’t always the best thing for your health. The stress alone could kill you.
So you figured visiting your parents in your hometown would be a good break. You foolishly borrowed your brother’s car to do some errands. He’s never been one to take care of things. Case and point. His car fucking sucks.
Your plans have obviously been changed and now you’re stranded on the side of the road. Cursing at yourself for even leaving the house, you start pacing around the car like a mad woman.
-keith and lance show up to school in the same outfit
-lance is rly extra abt it
-probably demands a “who wore it best?” vote
-keith is amused and fond and this both frustrates and flusters lance
-lance goes to the lost and found and pulls on a sweatshirt so they’re no longer matching
-its dorky as hell and has a robot lion from some 80s cartoon on it
-its keiths sweatshirt
-he doesnt know this
-when he comes to the next class wearing it keiths heart does lots of flips and he turns bright red
-lance sits down next to him and grins
-“haha now we’re not matching anymore ur plan to humiliate me has failed”
-keith cannot speak bc lance is wearing his clothes and he looks rly cute and it feels so domestic and his gay heart can’t take it
-“i was rly lucky they had this in the lost and found i didnt wanna be stuck looking like i was copying u all day. also whoever owned this smells rly good which is a plus seriously take a whiff of this. think i can get their number lol”
-keith.exe has crashed
-they run into hunk after class and he’s like “hey guys! oh lance why are u wearing keiths hoodie?”
-keith buries his face in his hands and groans
-lance blushes all the way down to his toes
-rip in fucking pieces
This is the longest complete thing I’ve written, so I’m feeling very triumphant about posting the last chapter! Thank you again to @rtarara for being my writing partner through this fic and helping me ignite all my fandom enthusiasm, she is the best. Thanks also to @spaceshipsarecool@poppyssupergirl and @the-queen-of-the-light for first reads and helpful comments! <3 <3 <3
“We have inside information that Lex is moving ahead with the next phase of a project code-named Myriad,” Alex tells them grimly. “We don’t know what it is - nobody within LexCorp seems to know. Whatever it is, it’s been handled outside the corporation so far.”
“You mean handled by CADMUS?” Kara asks, and Lena shakes her head immediately.
“LexCorp and CADMUS are affiliated politically, but they don’t work together much. For personal reasons.”
“That’s not what our intel has suggested,” Alex says. “For example, you’ve been able to give us insider information on both. How exactly are you saying you find out CADMUS’ plans if Lex isn’t involved in them?”
Alex’s tone is accusatory, and there’s something sharp glinting in her eyes. Lena seems taken aback by it, and Kara’s willing to guess that it isn’t the norm for their interactions. She wonders if Alex’s hostility has anything to do with her. Alex’s emotions seem wound tight - for one thing, she has refused to let go of Kara since she came into the room. Even now, her hand is clenched tightly around Kara’s wrist. If Kara didn’t have superpowers, she thinks Alex would be bruising her.
“I said they don’t work together, not that there are no open lines of communication,” Lena snarls back. “Lex wouldn’t trust CADMUS with anything important to him, and vice versa.”
It’s a tense situation. There’s Alex, who Kara loves and would die for but who is basically a stranger, clinging to her and glaring around the room. There’s Lena, who Kara loves and would go so far as to live for, who is vibrating with misplaced defensive outrage on behalf of her mass-murdering brother. There’s Hank Henshaw, who Kara doesn’t know at all and whose impassive face adds a note of intimidation to the room. If it didn’t feel so life-or-death, it might have felt a little funny. Kara has always been able to find humor in extremes.
You’ve seen Hampton. The promenade, the
parasols, the polite conversation amidst the teacups. There is nothing of it
that breathes. There is nothing of it that is alive and quick and stinking and
bright. Whitechapel is life in all its wild and rotten splendor. Beside it, the
rest of the world seems a tomb.
Bellamy Blake:Itall started when you got out of your tent in daze. You had tunnel vision as your grasped someone shoulder. It turned out to be Clarke as she turned you fell to the ground.
“BELLAMY!” She shouted as Bellamy turned around, wide eyes as he saw you collapse. Running over he picked you up and took you into the Ark. He saw how sweaty you were as he laid you down. He brushed the hair off your face as he fought back a sob.
‘B-Bellamy. It hurts.” You whispered as you looked up at him with tear filled eyes.
“I-I know princess but you have to stay with me okay?! Don’t you clock out on me now baby.” He whispered as he ran his hands through your sweaty, wet hair. He didn’t leave your side at all. People bringing his meals which he motioned for them to leave. He never let go of your hand. He only left when he needed to use the bathroom and even then he wouldn’t be gone for 5 minutes.
“Y-you have to eat Bellamy.” You murmured weakly. He shot up as he inspected your body. You coughed and he quickly sat you up.
“Your fevers broke.” He whispered hopefully. “You’re okay…you’ll be okay.” he insisted with tear filled eyes. He pulled you into his chest.
“You’ll be okay.”
John Murphy: Murphy was sick and he knew it. But the plus side he was getting better. He was just kept in quarantine to prevent further infections. He was use to the other being set next to him and some not making it out.
Today was no different. He sat with his eyes closed till someone burst in holding a body. He sat up as he recognized the figure.
“(Y/n)?” He whispered. Bellamy laid her on the cot beside him and he noticed the blood under her eyes. He couldn’t speak as they fixed her.He reached for her hand but Bellamy ripped it from him.
“We don’t need you getting sick again.” Bellamy grumbled.
“You rip my girlfriends hand away from me and you’ll lose yours.” Murphy snarled as he looked at you as you coughed wildly.
“Make it stop Murphy.” You cried out in pain. Murphy sniffed as you passed out. He refused to leave or take his eyes off of you.
“Stay with me babe.” He begged as your eyes fluttered open.
Jasper Jordan: Jasper knew there was a sickness was going around he knew no one was safe. He went with some others to get medicine. When he came back Monty was waiting for him at the gate.
“Don’t…” He whispered as Monty nodded. Jasper stifled a cry as he was led to where you laid unconscious. Your hair all sprawled out as you were pale.
“How long has…has she been like this.” He asked Clarke as he fought a sob.
“Since you left yesterday.” Jasper’s eyes fell back to you.
“We’ve done all we can. She just has to fight and wake up.” She tried as Jasper stared blankly. You didn’t wake up for another day. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt Jasper stroking your hair.
“Good morning.” He chuckled airily.
“What did I miss.” You smiled weakly.
Monty Green: Monty had done his best to keep you from the sickness but the moment he turned to see you with blood streaming down your face as you slowly fell forward, he knew what was happening.
Monty relentlessly tried to find a cure and visited you and hated seeing you so sick as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Help…” You whispered as your eyes shut as he wiped the blood from your face. He only worked when you were asleep. He tried to take his mind off. He ended up visiting you one day to being help sitting up with Bellamy and Clarke.
“Fever’s broke.” Clarke stated as his eyes widened.
“You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. Thank god….I can’t lose you.”
Lincoln: Lincoln hoped and prayed to anything listening that you wouldn’t catch it. He hoped. Till one day when you faced him with blood pouring from your eyes as you fell from your horse.
He immediately took you to Clarke as he begged her with every being to help you. He could only see you at night considering the circumstances. Every time you woke up with a new flower in your head. You’d merely smile before going back to sleep.
He’d ask Clarke when you’d be better every time. He’d sit and stroke your hair and trace patterns on your arms. One day you woke up smiling. Clarke checked your temperature before smiling.
“It’s broke.” And with that he’d sigh as he scooped you up. You left the next night.
“You scared me half to death.”
“Death didn’t like me much.” You chuckled clutching him tightly.
Roan: Roan was aware of a sickness circling Polis. So he kept you in as much as he could. Knowing the sickness was taking some in terrible ways. But when he found you collapsed near your bed he lost it.
He demanded Polis’s best healers and threatened that if you didn’t recover, he would inflict injures they wouldn’t recover from.
He stayed by your side the whole time. Holding your hand and being there when you burst into coughing fits. Occasionally wiping some blood from your face as he grimicaed at your weak nature.
“Roan please make it stop.” You begged as you sobbed in pain. He couldn’t watch. One night he waited out the doors waiting for the healers words.
“She is healing. Count yourself lucky my king.” He burst in as you sat up weakly. He clutched you closely as you hugged him tightly.
Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well
Bucky X Reader
angst, self-loathing feelings, use of guns, slow burn.
Ok, I think we can establish by now that this is going to be a slow burn. Next
chapter will probably be from Bucky’s POV, let’s see what’s going on in that
beautiful little mind. English is not my
first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Oh, and I’m
sorry to any professional snipers reading this story, Google helps but, you
pressed the button to call the elevator with a ridiculous grin on your face. If
someone would have ever told you in the past that Sam Wilson would ask you out
someday, you probably would have choked on your laugh. But that was exactly
what had just happened. Maybe you weren’t that bad and unlikeable after all.
That encounter with Sam had worked like a huge brick on your self-esteem
Maleficent leaned against a tree and watched Regina.
Behind her, the party continued. It was a celebration of…well, of everything. A celebration of surviving, of beating the odds, of finding friends, and holding on to family. It was spontaneous and loud and bright and very, very happy.
She had seen Regina slip away from the crowd, out from under the marquee that had been hurriedly pitched in the middle of the park. She’d waited, watching for her to return; but when the minutes ticked by with no sign of Regina, Maleficent had excused herself from a confusing conversation with an inebriated Snow White, and followed Regina out into the night.
She found her in a little clearing among the trees, not so far away from the marquee that the music and laughter could not still be heard. The noise of the party was muted here though, making the sounds gentler, less grating on the ear.
Maleficent leaned against a tree and watched.
Regina was dancing.
She was barefoot in the grass under the moonlight, her eyes closed as she swayed in time with the soft sound of music; her hair brushed against her face as she twirled a slow circle, the hem of her skirt gently rose and fell. Her arm curled around her stomach, holding herself; she smiled wistfully, the corners of her mouth downturned. And, without thought, Maleficent was moving.
She kicked off her own high heels as she strode forward, silent, intent, a hunter stalking prey. Maleficent was almost on Regina before she noticed her; her eyes flickered open, widening in surprise when she saw Maleficent standing there, her inky-black dress covered in hundreds of silver beads, glittering enough to rival the stars.
Regina stiffened, steeling herself for the sardonic teasing that was the usual way of things between them.
But Maleficent simply held out her hand and said levelly, “May I have this dance?”
Regina tilted her chin up and examined Maleficent’s face, seeking out any sign of even well-intentioned mockery. She found none. She placed her hand in Mal’s open palm.
Maleficent’s fingers closed firmly over Regina’s and she pulled her into a twirl, her other hand coming up to Regina’s waist, guiding her through the movement. Regina was laughing when she came to a halt, facing Maleficent.
They started off in a very formal and proper position, standing slightly apart. Maleficent’s right hand curved lightly around Regina’s waist, her fingers against the small of her back; she clasped Regina’s right hand against her chest, covering her heart. They started to move, following the rhythm of the haunting melody that wafted from the marquee. Regina’s inexperience made her hesitant, but Maleficent’s hand was steady at her back, leading her through the movements as she smiled down at her. Even barefoot, the dragon still had the advantage of height, and she was smooth and sure as she danced them around the clearing.
The grass was cool beneath their feet, the moonlight bright around them, and with every twirl and sweeping turn that ended with her back in the circle of Maleficent’s arms, Regina grew more confident. She slid her free hand along Maleficent’s shoulder until she could curl it around the back of her neck, and she shimmied closer so that their bodies brushed against each other as they danced, at thigh, and hip, and breast.
Maleficent’s eyes darkened, and Regina rested her head against the dragon’s chest with a sigh of contentment.
Regina felt Maleficent’s arm move up along her back, felt her tighten her grip, then she was being turned, but still held close against Maleficent’s body. She had to shift her feet and bend her knee to keep her balance, and suddenly she was looking up at Maleficent as her grinning partner lowered her into a dip. Regina clutched at Maleficent’s shoulder, laughter bubbling up. This felt like flying, but she was not afraid that Mal would drop her - the dragon’s hold was strong, her body firmly rooted to the ground.
Mal raised her back to an upright position. They stood unmoving for long moments, neither one speaking, simply looking searchingly at each other. Then Regina sighed, went up on tiptoe, and kissed Maleficent. She felt Mal’s mouth stretch into a broad smile that broke their kiss, but then she sobered and returned Regina’s kiss with passion.
In the marquee, the music changed, becoming fast and spirited with a pounding beat. The revellers whooped and shouted, and the wooden dance floor thrummed under their leaping feet.
But outside, under the moonlight, barefoot in the grass, Maleficent and Regina swayed softly together, moving to a sound that played for them alone.
Virgo—ever the perfectionist and ever at the service of others. A natural follower, you’re compassionate and considerate and you take direction well. As a boss, you’re practical and protective, while demanding the best from others. You have a tendency to be hard on yourself—harder than anyone else—so you need to be reminded by others not to get lost in the details every once in awhile. You’re basically the ideal employee.
Ideal careers: Virgos have amazing memories and their perfectionism means they deal well with mass amounts of information and know what to do when emotions run high. They do extremely well in the service and care industries—as servers, running shops, working the front desk, and as therapists—while they also excel at anything that requires mass amounts of research or stats—think fact-checker and editor, technician, translator, or detective.