libras are self sacrificial and they can be a very brooding sign. although they are socially well received, libras retain their privacy and tend to be remain closed off emotionally. when they are experiencing difficulty they may withdraw and refuse to share their pain. then they can become angry or resentful of others because they feel that people were not there for them when they needed them most. but not everyone is as psychologically receptive as libra
• Dis Boi • he was so hyped for the wedding no joke • he was so invested in the planning of the thing • one minute he was choosing flower arrangements the next he was looking at swatches • asks for MC’s opinion of course • MC was like lmao knock yourself out sweetie • instead of staying late at work he’s at the wedding planner having tea and finger sandwiches • now Visuals • the colour scheme was cool tones so blue, teal, turquoise, grey, silver, white and shit • Zen in a tux tho • He chose a silver tux with a turquoise tie. MC thought it was tacky at first but seeing it on him they were like DAMN • like you know there are those people who are attractive normally but when they get in a tux it’s like
• well that’s basically Zen • the wedding was one of those winter wonderland ones cause who doesn’t love snowflakes and shit • Anyhow onto the actual wedding • Zen is an actor so he can’t be having giant extravaganzas and was actually thinking of having a small wedding few friends and family • turns out MC has like a huge extended family who all wanted to come so the guest list just kept on getting bigger • but luckily Jumin bae had security all over the place • Zen said it was a better gift then the matching cat pyjamas he had originally thought of • Zen was weirdly chill in the time leading up to the ceremony • When he sees MC tho • time legit stops for him • how could such a beautiful being be his • SHOOK pt.2 • The wedding looks fabulous tho like it’s all over Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat you name it. • Zen took so many wedding selfies • All his fans have so much wedding spam no joke • Zen’s fam are there after patching thing up as if they’d miss his wedding • The RFA are there of course • Jaehee is crying as The Mom Friend™ she gets some serious feels after seeing MC and Zen get married • Seven is live tweeting the whole thing and adding memes to every fucking tweet • Saeran is discretely roasting him in the comments • Yoosung is complaining about how Zen got hitched before him • Jumin is experiencing withdrawals from being away from Elizabeth III for two long • V is blind taking photos( the boy makes everything look like an aesthetic no filters needed) • Anyway • By the end of the reception Zen and MC have already driven off into the sunset on his motorcycle to go on the honeymoon to end all honeymoons
Harry had started acting weird around you a couple of months ago. At first you thought nothing of it, even the best of friends needed their space sometimes, but he continued to distance himself from you.
Your movie nights dwindled until they were no more, there was no spontaneous road trips, you only really ever saw him when you went out with the other boys. Even then, the air was thick between the two of you and you had no idea why.
Saying that you missed his voice and overly loud laugh right in your ear was an understatement, it was like he was a drug you never wanted to give up and now you were experiencing withdrawals.
Having had enough of the lack of Harry in your life, you decided to make your way to the Halo Tower to confront him. You knocked on the door, tapping you foot impatiently as Calfreezy opened it. “Y/N, hey! Harrys in his room” Cal smiled at you and pulled you into a hug, “Thanks Cal” you mumbled as you made your way to Harry’s room.
Knocking on his door, you opened it carefully, slipping into his room quietly in case he was filming. “Haz?” you called for him, still standing in his doorway, causing him to turn around in his chair. “Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming over,” he seemed nervous, “you would’ve made up some excuse saying you were busy if you’d have known” you crossed your arms in front of your chest. “No-” “Harry, you would have. What’s wrong? What did I do?” you question sadly as you make your way to sit on his bed in front of him.
He took a deep breath, as if he was preparing himself for something. “You didn’t do anything” he smiled softly at you, grabbing your hand in his like he used to. “What’s wrong then?” you question looking at his face, he was looking at your hands. “Nothing. I just realised” he sighed but didn’t continue. “Realised what?” “That I fell in love with my best friend” he concluded, slowly raising his eyes so he was looking at your face.
Smiling at him softly, you decided against words and leant forwards so your foreheads were touching and your hand was placed softly on his cheek. “Can I?” Harry whispered, casting his eyes downwards towards your lips that were millimetres apart. “Yeah” you whisper breathlessly, and that was all the confirmation that Harry needed to connect your lips for a long awaited kiss.
my dad telling me the facts of life when i was 11: see, the thing about ginger mojitos is, if you make too many of them, you have to move away from your fun-filled life in a small college town in the midwest and end up friendless on the west coast experiencing withdrawal from SSRIs and stuck in a dead-end job where you have to be there at 5 am 6 days a week me now: dang i shoulda listened :/
B.A.P Reactions/Drabble To You Having A Daddy Kink (Somewhat Smutty?)
You were restless. You reached your hand out to the other side of your bed, only to come up empty. The bed, no-the room, felt cold and empty without him home.
Himchan had been away on tour for 2 months now. You missed him. You missed his silly antics, his warm smile and sassy remarks but on that day in particular there was nothing more that you missed than his touch.
Sex had become both normal and a regular thing in your relationship. That’s why the times he went on tour were always the hardest. You experienced withdrawal.
On that particular night, you were feeling more needy than usual. Your hands trailed across your skin wishing it was his hands instead of your own.
You sighed as you sat up, beyond frustrated. You reached for your phone and dialled Himchan, praying he wasn’t busy.
“Hey Jagiya,” he answered in a warm tone, happy that you called.
“Hey,” you replied biting your lip a bit shyly, “um…are your busy right now? Are the other members there?”
“Hm? Nah, they all went out to eat.”
“You didn’t go?”
“No, I actually stayed so I could call you. I’m happy you called first though,” he sounded genuinely pleased.
“I,” you paused, not sure how to go about this, “I-um need your help with something Himchan.”
“With what? I’d do anything for you Jagiya,” he said affectionately.
“I um really need you right now,” you let out an awkward cough.
“What do you- oh. Oh.”
There was a few seconds of silence, in which you began running your hands down your thighs.
“Are you touching yourself right now?” Himchan asked, his voice a few octaves lower than before.
You didn’t answer and let out a small moan instead as your hand slipped down your panties.
“Fuck,” you heard Himchan, lowly whisper roughly.
“How about you daddy? Are you touching yourself?” You asked a little breathlessly, the name accidentally slipping past your lips. You weren’t embarrassed though. You could tell Himchan seemed to like it by the groan he let out upon hearing it.
“I am now,” he moaned softly, “Y/N you have no idea what you do to me. God knows I’d ravish you if I was there with you.”
“I wish it was my mouth around your cock instead of your hand.” You’re not sure where the sudden boldness came from, but you didn’t mind it and neither did he.
“F-fuck,” after a few more minutes of back and forth traded dirty talk, “I’m close Jagiya,” he admitted through gritted teeth.
“Me too,” you moaned as your fingers began moving more quickly against your core.
“Come for me Jagiya,” Himchan commanded, and you did.
You let out strangled cries of his name as you reached your high, Himchan following closely after.
You were both breathing heavily against the phone, trying to calm yourselves down when you suddenly heard Himchan curse.
“What? What’s wrong?” You asked.
“I think the members are back,” he whispered quickly against the phone’s mic, “I’ll call you later, love.”
“Hyung~” you head one of the members call from the distance. You heard rustling and rushed footsteps coming from the other side of the phone before the call abruptly ended.
You couldn’t help but giggle. You couldn’t wait for him to come home
“My home is in Heaven. I’m just traveling through this world.” - Billy Graham
The umbilical cord remains attached to the individual from the mother into the channel of God. The mother is is the thread that connects Neptune in the fourth to the spirit and veil of infinity. To lay cradled in her arms is to feel embraced by heaven, it’s as if the mother is a redeeming force that is worshiped in the eyes of the child. Neptune is godly and curative, although she can also be deceptive and obscure. The mother may have spent long periods absent, been physically or emotionally weak, or suffered mental disturbance. She could have experienced a cult upbringing or felt frequently disappointed by early experiences. And Neptune can be idealistic and fraudulent, so the mother’s lesser qualities can be dissolved by the masquerade of idealization. The fourth house is the astrological symbol of home and heritage. The seduction of Neptune can turn home into a divine temple. It may be a palace of prayer, a sanctuary of escape, a holy haven of alone time with magic.
The inner world is a treasure map of God’s poetry, lucid vision, and angel voices with Neptune in the fourth. Indulging in the riches of her internal spirit is to reunite with her celestial spirit and find a sense of peace. Maybe she can easily fall into the trance of meditation. It can be difficult for her to settle in the physical plane, it’s like you can see the lost child in her eyes, someone who feels abandoned by someone in someway, unequipped for the world, staring on from the outside looking in. She is at one with everything, wandering in search of some place or someone that can define her, fill her in, teach her what resides inside. The residual memories of childhood are replayed through the the individual’s emotional conditioning and responses. The subconscious is deeply attached to the upbringing, but the individual’s recollection of childhood may be vague, short on details, and filled with black spots. She may long for a deeper communion with the mother, as if she feels alone without a guide or model. In the quest for maternal devotion, she may look to television evangelists or follow different spiritual movements to provide her the sense of guardianship she craves. Or the mother may provide a tremendous well of creative genius and inspiration. Maybe she dabbled in mystic arts or displayed a great interest in esoteric subjects. These may be qualities the individual shares with the mother.
Home is where stars shriek, sing, and sparkle with Neptune in the fourth. It is amongst the indulgences of her creature comforts, cherished memories, and lagoon of luxury that she feels most marvelous, immortal, and blessed. The search for a physical home is fused with her quest for a spiritual home, and to locate both is to experience nirvana. This is coming to understand that her essence is that which connects all things, and her home is a place in the clouds, splintering into everything, flickering by the light of Neptune moons. Dane Rudyhar refers to the fourth house as the psychological tap root of the personality. Neptune’s analgesia may be too powerful to resist when she waits so close to consciousness in the fourth house. Maybe there are problems with escapism and social expectations that become expressed through drug problems, withdrawal, or experiencing reality through delusional perceptions. This could even stem back to the conditions around childhood where she may have felt unable to save one of her parent’s from their fall. Neptune is the purple candy that looks ultra sweet but turns to poison on the tongue. She may feel what she deems to be a real family will be the antidote to her pain. As the perfect family portrait will erase the memories and personal complexes. It’s possible for more heartache and disappointment to deride from this when loved ones naturally fail to reach her impossible ideals. The sense of self feels fragmented and splayed across every diamond in the horizon with Neptune in the fourth. Fears may erupt out of nowhere, and knowledge from the skies can be bought to life in the moment she shuts her eyes and rides the dreamboat inside. She is a walking temple of God, a wandering a pilgrimage from morning to evening, the white in her eyes is the bleach from heaven’s light, she is a form of deliverance.
1967. Some Muggleborn students get together after graduation to build an internet cafe in Hogsmeade. It quickly becomes
extremely popular for students who are experiencing internet withdrawal or who
want to catch up on their favorite shows. Surprisingly, it also gets a lot of
business from purebloods and even from teachers who are curious about what all the fuss
i know medications stay in your system for a couple of days but do you (or anyone) ever feel sad or hopeless after forgetting one day? sometimes i forget to take my effexor xr and i feel irritable and sad and i hurt myself. but i thought it stayed in your system
It’s actually possible to get small withdrawal symptoms from medications, even if it’s built up in your system, from skipping a day.
For example, my partner has alcoholism. He’s very high functioning with it, and can go about his day, but if he skips drinking even a single glass for a day, he can get very irritable, and start experiencing withdrawals.
The same thing is happening to your body with your medications. You’re having withdrawals, even if they’re minimal, because your body needs and expects to have that medication in your system boosted every single day around the same time. THAT is why it’s so important to never skip! You’ve got a tolerance built up, and the second you’re off it for just a bit too long, the second you’re gonna start feeling like shit.
When I skip my meds for a day I don’t sleep, I can’t eat, I feel sick to my stomach, and also start getting incredibly shaky. Those are all withdrawal symptoms for me.
Please set daily reminders to take your meds and try and get into the habit of not skipping unless you absolutely can’t remember on accident somehow! It’s very important to do so for your overall health!