demand the truth

anonymous asked:

Well said. I think you are correct...Thank you for articulating the truth...Let's support them by demanding the truth; not just be ignoring the dumb games. What horrifying aggravated harassment by TPTB in the workplace if what seems so true is in fact happening...Scary and sad. S C and the truth have my support!

Thank you for your support of Sam and Cait. I don’t know how we can demand the truth, though. When SC push the boundaries by showing their true selves, TPTB usually double down on the narrative. That’s the last thing we want. 

I believe TPTB’s behavior toward Sam and Cait is abusive. It’s just a different version of what Weinstein did for decades. I’d love for them to be free of their constraints so they can choose how much to share. However, it must happen in a way that doesn’t damage them or their careers.

I’m no expert, but I think it’s really up to them and their representatives. Maybe they can renegotiate their contracts and take their power back. The merger talks could complicate everything, though, including offsetting any advantages gained from the Time’s Up movement. I’m not sure there’s an easy fix. 

The most important thing is to stop playing the game. Ignore everything but what we know, and pretend the narratives don’t even exist.

Trump doesn’t want Puerto Rico to receive donations and supplies from other countries other then the USA! He won’t allow entrance of ships from Allie countries. The media is lying to you. Demand the truth!!!!!!!! We are without food, water, electricity, gas, medical supplies, diesel, propane and oxygen! Your supplies are not getting here! They are telling you that we are receiving them but companies are gathering the supplies you send and reselling them from a higher price!!!!! USA military is here and they are out in the streets with machine guns and granades. Share this people need to know the truth from civilians living here!

Shadow agitation
  • Aries rising: Can be agitated by people who lack self assertion, who seem to be naturally well liked, those who won't stand their ground
  • Taurus rising: Can be agitated by secretive people, can be agitated by those who say they have satisfaction with 'less'
  • Gemini rising: Can be agitated by more cultivated points of view, by the demand for truthfulness, by a broader perspective
  • Cancer rising: Can be agitated by people with the confidence to go after their dreams, by those who push them into the world
  • Leo rising: Can be agitated by those who have won over ego, who are 'recognised without trying'
  • Virgo rising: Can be agitated by inconsistency or vagueness, by those who embrace the immaterial experience
  • Libra rising: Can be agitated by intimidating, confronting, confident, and phlegmatic types, types who show them the courage of self belief
  • Scorpio rising: Can be agitated by grounded and simple types, those who are satisfied to dwell in the world and deep inside it
  • Sagittarius rising: Can be agitated by frivolity surrounding information and facts, can be agitated by free and wandering minds who refuse to bind to truth
  • Capricorn rising: Can be agitated by emotional or sentimental types, those who remind them of their childhood or mother
  • Aquarius rising: Can be agitated by self assured and over confident types, those who are overly histrionic
  • Pisces rising: Can be agitated by overly critical or logical types, those who confine themselves by pure statistic and not experience
  • #shadows
  • #projections
Skyline {VII}

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

Warnings: Language, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline.  Like, for real this time.  I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that.  You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love.  As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write.  As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit.  In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!!  All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST.  I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall.  Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

skyline: a mixtape


{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v}

Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass.  Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk.  Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.

The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago.  And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you.  Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created.  Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together.  This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other.  If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes.  Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask.  Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight.  Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.

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History repeats itself...

When Rey demands Luke tell him the truth about what happened between him and Ben Solo, Luke finishes his story by saying:

“And the last thing I saw were the eyes of a frightened boy whose master had failed him.”

This is also the last thing Rey saw in their last Force connection.  Except this time, it was Rey who failed him.

Pardon me while I cry for days.

Ohtaka’s Backstage vol.337:

“The image is the cover of volume 33 that will be out in April. The coloring makes it look like Alibaba, but it’s actually Sinbad.

I hope you enjoy Magi this week. It’s a chapter that continues with Judar and Sinbad. Judar is someone who doesn’t seriously speak of his inner conflicts to others no matter how close he is to them. He might spit it out to a corpse or an illusion, but basically, he always ponders over them and deals with them himself. He doesn’t sound like someone who consults others or argues about them. It makes one wonder how he ended up that way. He contrasts with Hakuryuu who demands the naked truth from others or the rational Aladdin.”

Birthday King

Lance Week Day Six: Birthday

Ok, I’m going to admit that this took a completely different turn than I was expecting it to, but I like the outcome and I hope you will too.

He should be fighting. Lance should be in Blue, besides everyone fighting the Galra and helping to liberate this planet. What if they needed Voltron and Lance couldn’t make it in time? Allura was out of commission and Coran needed to man the ship’s defenses, so they chose Lance to watch over the planet’s Royal Family and citizens while they handled everything else. They would’ve sent Keith seeing as though he’s the best at close range combat, but after what happened the last time they let Keith near a royal he held them hostage. So, that was not an option for them. They needed Shiro’s leadership, Yellow’s strength, and just felt Pidge was too young to be left alone. Lance was the next best option, especially since he had great skills when it came to diplomacy. No one said it out loud, but not only were they depending on him to keep everyone safe, they were also hoping that Lance would be able to talk them into an alliance with Voltron.

Lance wanted to try, he really did, but he couldn’t help but think of the date. Before they left and before all the fighting Lance saw the calendar Pidge managed to whip up and saw that it was July 28. His birthday. He knows since they’re in the middle of a war he shouldn’t expect anyone to notice or plan a surprise party for him, but it still hurt when no one wished him a happy birthday, not even Hunk. He was used to waking up to chocolate chip pancakes in bed that his mom made. It was the only time he could get away with eating on the bed without his mom catching a fit. If he took too long to eat, his nieces and nephews would barge in telling him to hurry up or ask if the reason he’s taking too long is that he’s getting old. Every year like clockwork, his family made sure that Lance knew he was loved, and that they were grateful that he could be in their lives for yet another year.

He wondered briefly what they were doing now. Was his mother making pancakes out of habit? Did they mourn for him, not knowing where he is or if he’s alive? Were they sad that they couldn’t have him for another year? Honestly, all Lance would ever ask is to be with them for one day so that they know he’s alive. So, that his family can finally have closure and know that he didn’t just abandon them or whatever stupid story the Garrison decided to go with. Lance knows this isn’t the time to be having these thoughts, but he couldn’t help it. Maybe if he hadn’t looked at the colander this morning he could’ve pretended that this was just any other day. Just another regular day fighting a 10,000-year-old war with big metal cats. It’s saddening to think that this has become the norm for him. Normal used to be fighting with brothers, playing with young ones, shopping with sister, or sneaking out of the Garrison. Things Lance dared to call boring or annoying, but now he craves.

The King, Dragdox he believes, must have noticed his dampened mood because he decided to bring it up.

“What bothers you young one? I know that we are currently in the midst of battle, but I sense there is something else that weighs down your heart.”

Something about the king’s concern made it impossible for Lance to lie. “It’s just that, it’s my birthday today, and I guess I just didn’t expect to celebrate it by fighting the Galra this year.”

“Birthday, huh? I’m curious to know how your species celebrate the day of birth. I’m sure my people would like to know as well. Won’t you share it with us and take our minds off the battle that rages on the outside?”

“It’s not really that easy. Everyone has a different way of celebrating it. Whether based on religion or tradition, no two households do it the same.”

“Fine, tell us how you are celebrated on your birthday.”

So, Lance did just that. He explained to King Dragdox and the citizens the usual routine in his home. It was essentially a day celebrating the fact that he was alive, that he was Lance. He told them of the endless gifts and money relatives showered him with. How basically everything he said was law, even if just for that day… and within reason of course. Lance tended to get a little carried away with that one. There was a time when he was younger he ordered his brothers to carry him, his feet never allowed to touch the ground. He also used it to cheat at Monopoly, but who cares. He was king from the moment he woke up, to the second he lies down. His family refused to let him think for even a moment that he was anything but royalty. Even the younger ones played along. They had fun announcing Lance’s presence for some reason.

The party at the end of the day was the greatest. They would set up the pool, bring out the grill to cook all of Lance’s favorites, and just have a blast. There was a display board they’d set up with pictures of Lance to show a timeline of growth. Each year adding more and more pictures. Once everyone had a plate of food, they’d go around sharing their favorite memories of Lance. Most were embarrassing since Lance had a tendency to be very spontaneous in his youth and had a very vivid imagination. But each memory was filled with love and care that Lance couldn’t possibly be mad at them for sharing such an uncool moment of him. Usually, around the time the stories are done, everyone’s ready for cake, so they sing happy birthday to him. At the end of the day when everyone went home and most of the mess was cleaned up, his parents would set up a tent for him outside, so that he could sleep beneath the stars. It was always the perfect end, to the perfect day. Once every year, Lance had the best day ever. Seems he’ll just have to skip it this year, and who knows how much more.

Once he was done recapping his usual birthday events, he realized he’d manage to capture the attention of everyone in the room. He was starting to feel a little bashful with all eyes on him, but at least they were no longer concerned about the fighting going on outside.

“I wasn’t aware that I was in the presence of fellow royalty. You must excuse me if I said anything inappropriate earlier,” King Dragdox said at the end of the tale.

“Oh no, I think you got it wrong your kingliness-”

“I most certainly do not. Royalty is royalty, even if for a day. The battle may be over long after the day, but I assure you that once it’s won we shall have a celebration in your honor, worthy of a king. Though I know not of my people’s ability to share tales of you since we have only just met.”

“That’s alright, and thank you. I appreciate the thought King Dragdox.”

“Not a problem, King Lance.”

The King was right to assume that the battle would last longer than a day. So while Lance’s birthday was technically over, Dragdox still insisted on having the party. Allura had recovered after some rest and was pleased to hear that the king was more than happy to form an alliance with Voltron. They were concerned however when he wouldn’t release Lance until it was time for the celebration. Hunk’s concern went through the roof thinking that maybe they were planning on using Lance as a sacrifice. This caused everyone else to worry a bit since they weren’t aware of any of the people’s traditions. Shiro warned everyone to be ready just in case they needed to save Lance.

When the party began and everyone was mingling in the crowd still wondering where Lance was, two young kids grabbed everyone’s attention to make an announcement.

“Now presenting, his majesty the King. Lance the Blue Paladin of Voltron, Pilot of the mighty Blue Lion, and Teller of Tales.”

The doors opened slowly to reveal Lance dressed in royal blue robes and garments completed with a crown. To say everyone was shocked would be an understatement. Lance walked with his head held high and exquisite posture as though he was born to wear those clothes and that crown. Everyone thought it was a prank at first, but when the room erupted with cheers and applauds as Lance took the throne next to King Dragdox, they realized that the boy had somehow convinced an entire planet that he was royalty. Allura was furious thinking that Lance took advantage of the situation and had lied to everyone. She was about to storm up there and demand Lance to tell the truth until the King started to speak.

“A toast to King Lance’s birth! May he live long and prosper for many years to come, and that he be returned to his family so that they won’t have to wait too long for their King’s return. To King Lance!!”

“To King Lance!!”

How could he have not told anyone that it was his birthday? How is it that an entire planet, not even the one he was born on, know that it was his birthday before them? Feeling a little guilty for not knowing or remembering, everyone made a promise to do something special for Lance the moment they got some down time.

The party carried on well into the night, everyone celebrating both Lance and the fact that they get to see another sunrise. Lance found that he had fun talking with all the people he had spent time with in the underground bunker. They taught him a dance they do for parties, gave him gifts, and literally tried to shower him with money. He should probably learn to start being specific because man did some of those coins hurt. Lance was about to retire for the night when he saw King Dragdox and stopped him.

“Your majesty, this was amazing, thank you. I promise I’ll return the clothes before I leave. You don’t understand how much this meant. Even if it’s not what I’m used to, I really appreciate the effort put into everything.”

“Not a problem King Lance! Keep the clothes. Wear them every year around the time of your birth to remind everyone, including yourself, that you are a mighty king, and you will return to your people. Feel free to keep the crown as well, I have plenty. I can’t even begin to explain the amount of times I’ve lost this thing.”

Lance laughed at the mental picture of a closet filled with completely identical crowns. He thanked the king one last time before going to bed. When he woke up, Lance would no longer be a king, but that didn’t matter. He could always wait until next year.

pillowelephant  asked:

so i am. immensely curious what you think about the narratives of learning from failure and letting go of the past that the movie explores, or at least tries to explore. KR is the one who most brutally emphasizes let-go-of-the-past, but I also think he kind of fails at it? I mean at the end, he's still part of the FO and unable to redeem himself. (to me those two themes seem --almost contradictory? i need another watch.) also i absolutely get what you're saying about pacing.

Except that the whole “let go of the past, kill it if you have to” refrain is actually presented as toxic, and antithetical to the way forward. Luke, for example, starts off aggressively trying to kill his past—he’s on an island far from anywhere, he’s cut himself off from his family and the Force, all in reaction to his failure with Ben. He’s “let go” of what he believes led him to failure: his ego, his legend, the Dark within his bloodline.

Rey pulls him in the opposite direction: she aggressively searches him out the way she wants to demands the truth about that night, about her family, about the Dark beneath the island. She doesn’t let anything go, and she’s definitely not interested in killing her past. I mean, she dives into the supposed heart of darkness, hoping it will give her answers to where her family is. She keeps calling Kylo Ren “Ben” like that’s his name, and she steals the ancient Jedi manuscripts from the tree before leaving. Rey is all about not letting shit go.

But the problem with both Ben and Luke is that in killing the past, there’s no way forward. Luke is the legend he’s running from, as much as he is the teacher who failed his nephew. Kylo Ren is scared Ben Solo, as much as Lord Ren. It’s the balance, and the growth from there.

Kylo Ren tells Rey they’re going to burn it all down like it doesn’t matter, and in that moment he loses even more than he did in killing his father. Luke only finds the strength and peace to face Kylo and join the Force when he learns to incorporate what he sees as his failure into who he is. 

Letting go doesn’t mean killing the past, it’s all about bringing it into wholeness.

anonymous asked:

I went through some of your communism tag, and it is extremely relatable. It is a subject that makes me emotional almost every time that i read about it or think about it for a while and seeing ppl think it's cute or a funny meme or smth makes me wanna vomit and cry. I'm Latvian, so I take these kinds of things almost personally and I can't help it. Thank you for spreading awerness and spilling truth about this, I really appreciate it.

Given the fact that tumblr is extremely communist-friendly site, I sometimes feel like I’m talking to a wall.

But other times, when non-Baltics on tumblr say “You’re making us uncomfortable.” or “You should keep quiet about it.”  when I post about communist crimes committed against citizens of Baltic States, I feel like I’m doing the right thing.

They have no right to say so - this is our history, our countries’ past and no one can erase the truth.

The people who tell us such things have never been in our shoes - the kids in Baltic States learn about genocide of their ethnicity when they are barely in double digits at latest, often earlier.

People who tell us “It wasn’t that bad!” have never looked into eyes of a person who went to hell (Siberian labour camp) and back.

People who tell us “It wasn’t real communism!!” have never heard the fear in their parents voice as they tell about the suitcase under the bed, just in case, should they be deported to Siberia.

You have every right to take this personally - this is your country’s history, your legacy. 

As far as I see it - we the younger generation have to uphold the truth, demand justice for our ancestors, because if we won’t, who will?

Okay??? But??? Beauty and the Beast???

I just got done watching Beauty and the Beast, the new remake, with @icarus-will-rise and… wow… I think there were times I cut off the circulation in his hand I loved it so much

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
As usual, spoilers. This will be tagged as such tho.

• THE. CHOREOGRAPHY. AT. THE. BEGINNING. As a dancer, this was what made me instantly love the movie, like IT’S HISTORICALLY ACCURATE AND BEAUTIFUL AND??? WHY??? I LOVE IT SO MUCH
• C O S T U M I N G. I especially loved at the end that some of the servants still had face paint on their faces, like “oh yeah, that’s still there, it’s not like they’ve magically had their human faces cleaned while they’re not human or anything”
• speaking of the end, “Turn back into a clock. TURN BACK INTO A CLOCK.”
• and when the piano turned back he had no teeth? I approve
• also speaking of the end, HOT DAMN, Dan Stevens’ growl when Emma Watson asks him to grow a beard… like… damn… that was hawt
• THE TRANSITIONS FROM THE HUMANIZED OBJECTS INTO NORMAL OBJECTS MADE ME CRY. Cogsworth not being able to talk, Mrs. Potts’ face disappearing, Chip’s dish shattering (I GOT SO SCARED), Lumiere and Plumette, the dog with his legs up, just, AH
• Okay, unpopular opinion here, I didn’t love the songs all THAT much. The originals are better. Emma and Dan definitely did a great job recreating the songs and all, but I think we can all agree the original “Beauty and the Beast” by Angela Lansbury smashes the new one to pieces, right?
• However, on that note, the new songs were pretty good and fit right into the soundtrack in everything from background music to lyrics. Evermore was good, but the one in the movie was def better than the credits one, I mean, come ON, guys.
• Okay, back to the movie–
• LeFou.
• L E F O U.
• Props to the casting director for ALL of his/her choices (Emma Watson could not have made a better Belle if she spent DECADES preparing for this role), but OH MY GOD JOSH GAD AS LEFOU.
• I don’t know WHO saw Olaf in Frozen and went, “This snowman would make a great gay sidekick for Gaston”, but whoever did, I love them.
• Speaking of LeFou, he went through some GREAT character development. From being completely obsessed with Gaston at the beginning (telling the Bimbettes they didn’t have a chance, talking to an imaginary Gaston in the mirror, calming Gaston down with thoughts of the war <which was HILARIOUS btw>, winking during “Gaston”) to actually having a backbone after they tie Maurice up in the woods (you can see him begin to shift his alignment, and lose his love for Gaston, there) to finally being like “yeah, screw this, Gaston wouldn’t save me from a falling talking piano with key teeth missiles, I'mma help the talking teapot spraying my fellow villagers instead”. I LOVED LeFou.
• You know who else loved LeFou? THE DRAG QUEEN. I know he’s either Tom, Dick, or Stanley, and I think it would be pretty ironic if he was Dick. I’ll have to check when it comes out on DVD since I wasn’t really paying attention, and by GOD I loved that little hint that they ended up together during the dance at the end.
• Anyway, back to the plot
• Those wolves were TERRIFYING
• Also, I don’t know about you guys, but instantly when I saw the beggar lady I was like “she’s gonna be important”. It was when she rescued Maurice I knew she was the enchantress in disguise, don’t ask me how, I just knew. They wouldn’t put a character in there randomly unless she was essential to the storyline, so I guess that’s why I guessed that.
• …did I mention LeFou was by far my favorite?
• But Emma Watson came in as a close second. By GOD, she was a great Belle. Her reaction to that library was tbh exactly how I would’ve reacted.
• Like I said, casting was spot-on amazing.
• You could FEEL the angst radiating off of Beast.
• Maurice was great, not as kooky as the original but I like him better as a sad artist.
• ^By the way, Belle’s parents’ backstory had me in tears. The plague representation was so accurate and answered SO many questions of mine.
• Also, Gaston was really good
• He actually tried to woo Belle a little instead of being like “I’m so great, you should totally marry me just for my looks and charm and hunting skills and my luxurious hair”
• He gave her flowers, sorta kinda pretended to be interested in her books, and seemed genuinely interested in saving her when the townsfolk were being mean so at the beginning I was sorta like “gee, why’s Belle being so rude and shit”, which was the only reason I didn’t like the change in Gaston’s behavior
• Then he started being a dick to her dad and I was like “whoops never mind”
• Umm,,, the fight against the villagers was really great?? Mrs. Potts seeing her husband (who was the citizen with the most sense, let’s be honest here) and falling from the chandelier, the boiling tea, THE DRAG QUEENS, Chip being a badass smol, Lumiere’s fireworks display, Plumette dusting people’s faces and the piano being heroic by trying to cover the door? It was A+
• Also “GRANDMOTHER?!?!?1?????!!??!!”
• Le Fou… the gay is strong with this one…
• Basically, I loved Beauty and the Beast’s live action remake, 10/10 would watch again.

• My only problem is her dress, really. My only GIANT problem, that is.
• They didn’t include the dog in “Beauty and the Beast” (the song), but fine, I’ll forgive that
• My major problem is that dress
• Okay, fine, it’s got the appliqués, but WHERE IS THE NECKLINE
• We demand the truth
• (Side note: what is it with Emma Watson’s dresses being inaccurate in movies because this is now the second one???)

stupid (richie tozier)

midnight-love-101 asked:

Can you do a Richie x Reader where you are shy and quiet and he thinks you like Eddie because you two have been hanging out but You we’re actually asking Eddie for advice about Richie?I’m sorry if this is weird or confusing I just love your writing.

you’re so so so so so sweet omg, thank you! and this made total sense so no worries!

happy new year, huns!

pair: richie x reader

warning: fluff

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the moment you stepped into the class you shared with richie, bill, and eddie, they immediately knew you were a perfect addition to the losers club. they lost beverly so they were on the lookout for new female recruits.

maybe that’s why they didn’t get any.

when the dismissal bell rang, they ran up to you and gave you a jolt. you barely made a squeak and once you looked at all three of their grinning faces, a blush came to your face, especially after looking at the boy with the thick glasses.

“y/n, is it?” the short one asked and you nodded slowly. “well hi, i’m eddie! that boy with the glasses? yeah, that’s richie, he’s a little trashmouth. the other one is bill, he has a stutter.”

you were a bit taken aback at how chill he kind of insulted his friends but the other two just kept smiling.

“y-yeah, m-my s-st-stutter h-has gotten better th-though,” bill said and glared at eddie, who looked away quickly. 

“and little? fuck you, eds, you’re way shorter,” richie rolled his eyes but he turned his gaze back to you. “anyways, since you’re new, i suppose you don’t have friends?”


“i’m just making an inference,” richie shrugged and you actually weren’t offended.

“no, why?”

“see, she’s fine bill,” richie sassed. “but, do you want to hang out with us? you seem pretty cool.”

“sure,” you gave a soft smile, which richie found endearing, and pushed past the three boys, making your way to the metal doors.

“we’ll see you at lunch!” eddie yelled out from behind you.

“s-she d-doesn’t really t-talk much, huh?” bill’s shoulders slacked.

“maybe she’ll open up later,” eddie suggested before turning to look at richie. “unless mister-don’t-have-friends here wants to scare her off.”

“she said yes, didn’t she?”

the other two boys let out a collective sigh.

fast forward three months later and you were sitting with the losers at lunch. eddie wasn’t wrong about you opening up because you did but you were still a shy, quiet little bean. you talked, of course, just not a lot. like can you imagine? being the only girl in a group of six boys? it can get awkward.

all of you became close friends but eddie became your best friend. it’s funny because people assume that you and eddie are dating/like each other but actually, he’s your diary and you gush about richie tozier to him. surprising, right? not really.

“so, whose house are we destroying- i mean hanging out at today?” richie smirked and nobody volunteered because they knew that when richie tozier is over, shit gets crazy.

“mine’s free,” you piped, your voice barely sounding over theirs. “and you guys haven’t been there before so, why not?”

“you s-sure?” bill raised his eyebrows at you, making sure you actually thought this through. 

“yeah, i have nothing to do,” you shrugged and took a bite of your apple. “what’s the worse thing that could happen?”


“shh mike, accept the lady’s offer,” richie elbowed mike, whispering something that made mike laugh and turned back to you, a grin on his face. “we’ll be there after school!”

you looked at eddie and he nodded at you, mouthing a discreet “after lunch” at you to which you replied with a nod, finishing up your milk carton. 

turns out, eddie isn’t really good at being discreet for a certain bespectacled boy happened to catch the silent conversation between the two of you, sparking up some complicated emotions.

on the walk to sixth period, richie spotted you and began to run, trying to catch up with your pace. he slowed down when he saw eddie kaspbrak appear beside you and he watched as the two of you engage in a hushed conversation.

richie furrowed his eyebrows and put his detective mind to work. since you became friends with the group, you’ve been particularly close to eddie. lucky bitch. richie gaped dramatically to himself, catching the attention of a few students but he quickly closed his mouth. but he had the perfect (or seemingly perfect) idea in his head:

he’s going to set you and eddie up!

you hear knocks on the door and you jog to the door, slowly opening it.

“y/n!” ben grinned and you gave him a soft smile, opening the door wider for them to come in. “nice place.”

“thanks,” you replied, your voice soft and gentle. richie was the last one to come in and you had to look down to keep him from seeing you blush.

once everyone got past you, you lock the door and led them to your room where they all settled down on your bed or on the floor. you sit by eddie on the floor and richie was across from you on the bed. you didn’t notice but richie was eye

“time for a spontaneous game of truth or truth!” richie announced and bill groaned.

“r-really? th-this early?” bill huffed. “we literally just got here!”

“it’s never too early to expose secrets, billy!” richie clapped and rubbed his hands together, looking around the room before stopping on eddie.


“eddie! truth or truth, my dear sir?” 

“do i have a-”

“and he picks truth!” richie bellowed, putting on his announcer voice. “edward kaspbrak, who do you like and no lying because stan the man here, can tell if you are or not. right stan?”

richie clapped stan’s back and stan glared at him but nodded slowly. 

“great, now tell us,” richie turned his gaze back onto eddie.

“well, i guess i have no choice but to tell you guys,” eddie glanced at y/n really quickly, a glance that fueled richie up a bit. “elizabeth vause, the one in my second period. she’s really nice and smart and pretty and-”

“okay, we get it,” mike cut eddie off, patting him on knee.

“is he lying stan?” richie asked, his voice strangely demanding.

“no, he’s telling the truth and i’m not faulting him, elizabeth is beautiful!” stan gushed before eddie pulled his curls.

“back off, stanley.”

“wait, so you don’t like y/n?” richie furrowed his eyebrows and you snickered.

“no, she’s my friend and she like y-”

you slap your hand over eddie’s face, eliciting a yelp from him. “shut up.”

“but, you two were- but- no, you guys- y/n doesn’t- what?” richie was lost for words and everybody started to laugh at him. “fuck you guys.”

“she likes you, fuckwad!” eddie said, obviously exasperated.

you had your face in your hands to hide the fact that you were blushing like crazy! you didn’t plan for it to come out like this. you didn’t even want to look up at anyone.

“whenever we would talk, she would ask about you!” eddie continued and you wanted to spin kick him. “did you really think- oh my god!”

“see, now i feel stupid,” richie grumbled but looked at you and he felt kind of relieved that there were no intimate feelings between you and eddie. “but, if she can look at me and show me her face, i would say that i would like to hang out with her one day, without these other losers.”

eddie elbowed you and you slowly lifted your head up. your face was still red but there was a soft smile on your lips. 

“that sounds nice, i guess,” you mumble, biting the inside of your mouth.

“great, see ya at four o’clock, tomorrow,” richie winked. “anyways, bill,”

“no, s-stop.”

“aw, come on!”

Our Bubble

Fic Request: 
“Hey Scribbles! I was wondering if you’d be able to do a fic where Fem!reader and Tyler are dating and they want to keep it from Teamiplier, YouTube and the internet for as long as possible. So there’s a lot of sneaking around and Mark finds out last and when he realizes that he flips out.” 

Originally posted by dork-iplier

Keeping secrets wasn’t easy with Teamiplier. 
Everyone was around each other almost all the time. You didn’t have much time to be alone or spend quality time with a specific person. 
And it wasn’t that Tyler and you didn’t want them to know. It was just you both weren’t sure where or how this little fling was going. 
But on the sixth date, which turned into a few months of being together, you both agreed it was more than just a small fling. 
After Kathryn introduced you to the team, meaning to only see them once as a fleeting introduction when you dropped her off, they all almost instantly adored you. 
You found yourself going around there almost as frequently as Kathryn. After awhile, you and Tyler just seemed to gravitate to one another. And then after dancing around each other, he asked you out to dinner. 
You liked your bubble. The little warm space where it was just you and Tyler. 
No internet. No shipping or artworks. No “awws” from your friends. 
Just you and Tyler. 

But that all changed when Kathryn trapped you both and demanded the truth. 
“You two need to spill or I’m going to straight to Mark,” She hissed at you one morning. 
You caught on quickly and dragged her away, “Wait, how did you know?” 
“I’m your best friend, (Y/N)!” Kathryn replied with a wide smile. “So you two are a thing?” 
Kathryn was practically bouncing with excitement,. You hushed her and smiled, “Yes, alright we are. But we’re not ready to share with the world yet.” 
“What why?” Kathryn asked, confused. But you shrugged and your friend sighed. “Alright fine. But, everyone is going to freak when they find out.” 
Tyler grinned at Kathryn as she marched towards him, “Also, if you hurt her, I’m going to skin you.” 
Tyler dropped his smile, becoming serious as he nodded. “I don’t intend too.” 

Amy was next. But Tyler had guessed she had the two of you already figured out and she was just waiting for a reason to confirm it. 
She had her chance when she walked in on you leaning up to peck Tyler’s cheek. 
“Ah ha!” She squealed. “I knew it!” 
Tyler dragged her into the room and shut the door. “Yeah ok, you caught us. Do us a favor and don’t tell anyone.” 
“You’re keeping this from Mark?” Amy asked with a chuckle. “Oh my, he’s going to flip when he finds out.” 
“That won’t be for a while,” You said. Your eyes wide and pleading. “Amy, we’re still not ready to-”
“What do you mean ‘still’?” Amy asked. “Does someone else know? How long have you two been dating?” 
“Kathryn made us talk, and around six months,” Tyler said and Amy clapped her hands. Almost as excited as Kathryn was. 
“Alright. In respect for you two, I won’t tell. But I’m not responsible for what Mark does to you two when he discovers this!” 

Ethan found out from Amy and Kathryn. The two gossiping about the two of you and the blue-boy walked past at the right time to hear.
He ran to you, almost knocking you off your feet in a hug. “I’m so glad!”
You had to calm him down a bit to get the fumbling words into order.
“You and Tyler!” He hissed gleefully. “I heard the girls talking. I’m so happy for you two!”
You sighed, a small smile stretching your lips. “Ahh, so that only leaves Mark that doesn’t know.”
Ethan chuckled, “You can’t tell him until all of us are in the room or nearby. I want to see his reaction!”
You shook your head as Ethan ran off to find Tyler. 

 As the day came to the charity live-stream; you and Tyler came to an agreement that it was time to let the rest of the world know. 
“Once Mark knows, the internet will know.” Tyler said while you two were cuddling in bed. “Two birds one stone.” 
So, the day came and while you were sitting on the couch with Mark and Ethan, you and Tyler shared a look. 
“Ok, so the counter is up and we’re already at twenty thousand!” Mark announced proudly. “Thank you so much everyone!” 
You whooped along with everyone else. “We need to go higher though!” You said. “Donate what you can!”
Then Tyler spoke up. 
“I have a compromise.” He said, leaning on the back of the couch. “If we get to fifty thousand dollars, I’ll share a really big secret with everyone.” 
“A secret?” Mark asked, “Is it a interesting secret?” 
Amy as ever, was smart enough to catch the shared glance between you and Tyler. 
“Oh, I think it’s pretty good.” She said with a smile. 
“How do you know Tyler’s secret?” Mark asked, looking back at her. 
“Girl talk,” You replied for Amy. Smiling innocently when Mark whirled on you. 
“Am I missing out on something?” Mark asked, furrowing his eyebrows and looking between you and Amy. “Are you two dating?” 
Tyler laughed and you winked at Amy, “He caught on quick, sweetheart. I owe you ten dollars.” 
Amy puckered her lips in a kiss in your direction. Mark glared at you. 
“Alright, I’m going to donate one thousand dollars towards the fifty thousand. Because I want to know what’s going on!” 
You and Tyler smiled at each other. Throughout the live-stream, you watched the counter climb quickly to fifty thousand. Becoming closer and closer until Mark hollered happily and spun on Tyler. 
“Fifty thousand! So, what’s your secret! Spill!” 
Ethan giggled beside you as Tyler sighed. “What do you say, babe? Should we tell him?” 
You pretended to ponder on the suggestion as Mark turned to you. His eyes widened. 
“Did he just call you, ‘babe’?” He asked and you looked up at Tyler. 
“I think he’s smart enough to figure it out himself, sweetie.” You replied. Amy and Kathryn were laughing at Mark’s shocked expression. 
“W-What!? How long….When did..? Tyler! When did you start dating (Y/N)?” 
Tyler spun slightly on his chair, counting the months on his fingers. “Close to seven months now.” 
“WHAT!?” Mark screamed and you erupted with laughter. “How did I not notice? 
“They were very sneaky,” Kathryn said with a shrug. “I had to drag it out of them.” 
“I was lucky enough to walk in on them kissing,” Amy said. 
“I over-heard Amy and Kathryn talking about it.” Ethan giggled. 
Mark groaned. Collapsing against the couch, his eyes closed in frustration. 
“So, everyone knew but me?” Mark calculated slowly. You hid behind Ethan, moving him in front of you as Mark slowly opened his eyes. 
“Tyler….you and I need to have a looong conversation about this!” He hissed and you laughed when Tyler laughed. 

The In-Between Part 3

Summary:  This is a college!AU where Sam and the reader attend the same university.

Characters: AU!Dean x Reader, AU!Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (oral, female receiving, unprotected sex), Angst, swearing

Word Count:  2795

A/N:  This is Part Three, you can find Part One HERE and Part Two HERE.  I loved going back to college so much that this became a trilogy.

Thank you to my lovely pal @wheresthekillswitch for being my MastaBeta on this one.

Italics are the end of Part Two.

The gifs in the body of the story are from Google Search, credit goes to their owners.

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The next day you make your way through campus sipping your coffee.  It’s still warm and between the caffeine in your system and the sun on your skin, you’re tentatively excited about the fresh possibilities of a new semester.  You’re not over what happened, you’re not sure you ever will be, but you’re determined to keep positive.  You’re feeling pretty good about everything given the circumstances when you walk into the lecture room.  You scan the room looking for a good seat when your eyes catch view of a head above the rest.  Dimples are assaulting you from across the room, and they are not adorable.


You look away immediately, your hopeful mood now murderous.  You find the seat closest to the door and sit down, keeping your gaze to the front.  You’re sure the professor spoke, but you can recall nothing, the only evidence you were there is the syllabus in your hands.  As soon as class is released you dash for the door.  You’re hoping to make it through the quad before he can reach you.  Today is not your day however and when you’re halfway across you hear him call your name.

“Y/N!  Hey, Y/N, wait up.”

His large hand gently catches your arm just under one of the leafy trees dotting the grassy expanse.  Damn him and his long legs, you grumble to yourself.  You spin on him, your eyes shooting daggers, and he leans away from you taken aback.

“What do you want, Sam?”

“I just wanted to say hi and see how you are?”

“Hi and how am I?  Hmm, I don’t know?  Shitty.  I’m feeling pretty shitty, Sam.  How are you?” you ask, your voice dripping sarcasm.

Sam opens his mouth to speak then closes it again.

“Sorry, I just wanted to see you, the way we left things…” he trails off.

“Which time Sam?  The time we slept together while you conveniently forgot you had a girlfriend?  Or the time that you guilted my boyfriend into dumping me?”

His face flicks from ashamed to indignant and he pulls you nearer to the tree.

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sad richie au

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Eddie slowly trudged along the aged pathway, the back of his neck beginning to grow sticky from the humidity in the air. It was going to rain soon, he could tell it. The air was thick, and it was causing his cheeks to get hot and redden. The small bushes littering either side of the pathway brushed against his legs as he walked, occasionally giving him small cuts which would later grow itchy.

He could hear music up ahead, and he felt a smile spread across his cheeks at the familiar sound. It was Richie’s little transistor radio, a staple item for when he and his friend’s hung out. Eddie couldn’t even remember when it had first been brought along, but the atmosphere always felt wrong without it’s presence. At least that’s what Richie said. Ben had a newer, better model, but when he’d tried to bring it along Richie was quick to object. Eddie chuckled at the memory.

He could see the clearing up ahead, and soon he could spot where the clubhouse sat. Of course, it was covered with twigs and leaves to keep it hidden, but Eddie could easily point it out. They all could. Henry Bowers was too stupid to find it, which was lucky for them.

The first thing Eddie noticed was that the iconic radio wasn’t hanging from it’s usual branch beside the clearing. Instead, he recognized that the sound was emanating from within the clubhouse, which now sat about fifteen steps away from him. He made his way over, the dry leaves crackling under his soles and his fanny pack bouncing against his hip.

He’d made it no less than two meters away when he heard a small sniff. Eddie stared at the scattered shrubbery before him, the corner of a wooden board just visible to his left. Was someone crying? Then the quietness hit him. The radio wasn’t even that loud, and yet he couldn’t hear the comforting, familiar banter from his friends. Not even Bev’s humming could be heard, and she always hummed along to every song. No, he thought, something’s different.

Cautiously, he walked the last three or so steps, his mind subconsciously attempting to make each footstep quieter. He slowly bent down and curled his fingers under the visible wooden plank, his brain trying to come up with a possible explanation for the occasional sniffles coming through the gaps in the planks. 

Eddie gently lifted the door up and peered inside, his eyes trying to make out the situation below. He could see the transistor radio leaning haphazardly against a pair of grey converse, and he followed the wearer’s legs up until Eddie spotted a mass of dark messy brown hair. Hands covered the person’s face, and Eddie could see their shoulders shaking unsteadily. Their knees were tucked closely to their chest, hiding the damp shirt sticking to their stomach.

At the rush of light pouring into the club house the hands left the face, and through the fingers Eddie could see the red, sticky face of Richie Tozier. His messy fringe had been plastered to his forehead with tears, and his cheeks were so wet that it looked as if he’d been swimming in the river. 

Eddie stared down at Richie, his hand still holding onto the wooden door as his mouth hung agape. Richie’s dark brown eyes peered back up at him, his coke bottle glasses magnifying the fresh tears sitting on his waterlines. Eddie couldn’t help but gape at the boy, his Hawaiian shirt sleeves beginning to grow crusty from the snot wiped on them.

“Richie?” Eddie finally whispered. The other boy looked embarrassed.

“Hey, uh, Eds,” Richie replied, breaking the eye contact between them hastily. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this, especially not Eddie.

“Are you, um… okay?” Eddie asked, ignoring the nickname Richie had used without a thought. He usually snapped at the use of it, but it went right over his head as he peered down at the shaking boy beneath him.

Richie quickly tried to wipe away his tears, but to no avail. His shirt was already soaked through from his crying, and his hands were sticky with snot. His glasses dangled at the edge of his nose. There was no point in pushing them back up, they’d just slide down again.

“I’m jeest foine. Don’t ye worry, just a sad song come on this ere radio,” Richie attempted to speak in his Irish Cop’s Voice, but failed dramatically. His voice cracked halfway through, and Eddie could tell there wasn’t anything funny behind Richie’s humor.

Richie put on his best smile to try and seal the act, but Eddie wasn’t having any of it. He swung his legs over the edge of the clubhouse entrance and shuffled on his bum until he could turn around and lower himself down with his arms. Slowly, his feet touched the dirt beneath him, and he gently closed the hatch above him soundlessly.

It was dark at first, as Eddie’s eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the clubhouse’s dim light. But soon he could make out Richie’s figure, and he carefully made his way over to the shaking boy. He made an effort to not hit the radio on his way over, but he kicked it slightly whilst sitting down beside his friend. Normally Richie would kill him, but he took absolutely no notice of it.

Eddie had no idea what to do now. He’d never been much for comforting other people, and the shock of seeing Richie Tozier so distraught was still lingering in his mind. The boy beside him was now giving off small hiccuping sniffs, a lame attempt to hide his crying. Now that Eddie was sitting shoulder to shoulder with him he had no way of masking his shaking sobs.

“Richie, what’s wrong?” Eddie whispered. Richie was quiet, and for a second Eddie thought the crying boy hadn’t heard him over the radio. He was about to repeat the question when a shaky voice replied.

“It doesn’t matter. You should probably just go, Eddie, I don’t want to have to bother you with my dumb problems.”

Eddie frowned, his brows creasing above the bridge of his nose. He’d known Richie for far too long, and none of his bullshit was going past Eddie. He scooted closer, realized his fanny pack was dividing their hips, and unbuckled it hastily. He threw it somewhere nearby the radio, and he heard his medication shake inside the bottle as the pack hit the floor.

Reluctantly, Eddie completely closed the gap between the two of them. Eddie slowly stretched his legs out in front of him, admiring the space in the underground room without five other people in there. He lay his hand awkwardly over Richie’s shaking shoulders, immediately regretted the action, but felt uncomfortable moving it away. So there it stayed.

“You can tell me anything, Richie. You know that right?” Eddie whispered, and then felt like that was too cliche and added: “I won’t even beep you.” He let out a small, nervous laugh and hoped that Richie wouldn’t decipher the awkwardness in his voice.

Richie let out a long sigh, and Eddie’s arm moved upwards with his shoulders as he let out the deep breath. He suddenly felt relieved that Eddie was here, and felt his heart give a tug at the sudden realization of the small boy’s arm draped across his shoulders.

“Do you ever just feel like nothing is going your way?” he asked, and when Eddie didn’t reply he went on. “I don’t know, I just feel like there’s a lot of things I really want, and I just can’t get them. No matter how hard I try.”

Eddie wasn’t exactly sure what Richie was getting at, but he nodded his head anyway.

“What sort of things?” he questioned.

Richie sighed again. “So many things, Eds. There’s big things, and then there’s silly simple things. Like my mum not letting me listen to rock n’ roll, baby.”

Richie hoped that joke would lighten the mood slightly, and he felt himself grin slightly at the sound of Eddie’s giggling. Richie loved Eddie’s laugh, and as much as he loved the support from the rest of his friend’s, Eddie’s laughter was always what he really strived towards.

Eddie was just thanking God that it was dark in the clubhouse, as his cheeks had turned bright red at Richie calling him baby. It was just a joke, Eddie said to himself. But deep down he wished otherwise. 

“That’s not what you’re crying about though,” Eddie’s voice was so quiet, and he found himself leaning closer and closer to Richie with each sentence. 

Richie reluctantly nodded, and then for the first time looked at Eddie without breaking eye contact. He stared into the brown eyes of the small boy sitting beside him, one skinny arm laying across his stomach, the other over Richie’s shoulders. His t-shirt was sticking to his collarbone slightly, and Richie wondered if it was from the humidity or if somehow the boy was nervous. A smile spread over Richie’s mouth at the later thought, and Eddie was quick to notice.

“What?” Eddie giggled, Richie’s huge eyes staring straight at him as he smiled. It was a loving smile, and Eddie absolutely adored it on him.

“Nothing,” Richie answered, and the smile dropped ever so slightly.

Eddie cocked his eyebrow at him, demanding the truth. He wasn’t stupid, and Richie knew this all too well. Richie made a mental note to learn how to lie better.

“I just like you a lot, Eds,” Richie muttered, so quiet that Eddie almost didn’t catch it. The nickname sent shivers down his spine, and Eddie felt warmth spread through his stomach. He loved the feeling, and all of a sudden he felt a wildness inside him that he’d never quite felt before.

Without giving himself time to review the pros and cons of the situation, Eddie leaned toward Richie’s freckled face and planted a tiny kiss on his cheek. The boy’s skin felt wet and warm against him cracked lips, and only as he started to sit back did he fully realize what he’d just done.

Richie’s face was flooded with color, his already rosy cheeks turning a bright red that seemed to glow in the darkness. He wanted to hide it, but he couldn’t stop. Eddie’s tiny peck on the cheek had released a thousand tiny butterflies into his stomach, and there was no way of calming them down. 

Richie looked up at Eddie to see his lips curled into a bright smile. Richie could see every mole, every pore, every freckle that decorated Eddie’s pale skin, and he seemed to fall in love with each and every one. He stared at Eddie’s pale pink lips, feeling an urge to connect them to his own but holding himself back. 

“W-What was that for?” Richie stuttered, not being able to pick his words and stumbling over them like his friend Bill. Eddie only giggled in response, his white teeth casting a glow through the dim clubhouse.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was a kick start towards one of the things I really want,” Eddie whispered back, and Richie felt his heart skip a number of beats. He felt the need to kiss Eddie again, but he was worried that his lips were too snotty for any of that.

Eddie slowly lay his head on Richie’s smooth shoulder. His nose was overwhelmed with the smell of the freckled boy’s sweat, as well as the laundry powder his clothes were washed with. He smelt fresh. He smelt like Richie.

Eddie’s head fit perfectly into the crook of Richie’s shoulder, like that of a jigsaw puzzle. And this is how the two boys spent the rest of the afternoon, Richie occasionally twirling Eddie’s brown hair on his index finger as soft music played at their feet. Slowly, tiny droplets of rain began to patter on the wooden planks above their heads, and miraculously the boys inside stayed dry. Richie silently thanked Ben for his incredible construction skills, because without them the two boys would have to move out of the rain. And Richie was perfectly happy staying where he was.

Decans Series! Episode 9🗽🛥🚢🛬


* Sagittarius moon(stage 1 Sagittarius)- 🏜. full blooded Sagittarius moons are a force of nature! They tend to be the most emotionally cool of the bunch and aren’t easily provoked or entertained for that matter. They have a very old time spirit about them rooted in a time not there own. They’re emotionally driven to experience all they can in the world and love the idea of living carefree. They’re both honest and blunt and have a hard time “faking” feelings especially if it’s something they just don’t agree with. They’re strong Willed and very fast moving people. Romantically they’re very fun loving and spontaneous but that being said there is a pronounced seriousness to their romantic nature that demands loyalty and truth. The mother could’ve been spacey and out there. She was a wild heart and often took the family out and about! She hated just staying in.

* Sagittarius moon(stage 2 Aries)- 🌋these natives are the cockiest and most emotionally dominate and self assured of the bunch! They have a strong admiration for power and an even higher admiration for those who have a strong personality. They can be intense and black or white from time to time-seemingly driven by their passions and their various interest. They hate being in a rut and dealing with situation or people that seem to lack movement or ambition. These natives be hard to keep up with and even harder to develop a rapor with due to their ever changing nature. Romantically they’re all in! They crave a very passionate and overwhelming love full of growth and progress. Anything that lacks that is “boring” to them. Mother could’ve been impulsive and overbearing. The mother taught the child to be the sole decider of their own destiny

* Sagittarius moon( stage 3 Leo)- 🕌this decan of sag is actually a bit more sly and savvy out of the group. Not only are they emotionally mature but they’re extremely aware both their emotions and able to gauge the emotional integrity of those around them. They’re powerful and have a very consuming aura about them. They hate slow situations and or people who can’t keep up with their pace. They run emotionally hot and cold and despite Leo’s influence here attention isn’t there soul purpose in this life! The love being adored but only if it’s genuine. Ass kissing is an easy way to get crossed of their list. Romantically their forever lovers and tend to really believe in a happily ever after! That being said they demand passionate lovers and those of whom aren’t afraid to be themselves

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Sagittarius moon v1( the vibe that they give off)

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Sagittarius moon v2 (the vibe that they give off)

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Sagittarius moon v3(the vibe that they give off)