get up or get out the way!

I always get messages asking for advice on how to “bring out” “lighten up” or “help” people with 12th house planets

you can’t! I don’t know how to explain it in a way people will Get It

people with 12th house planets typically (keyword: typically) lean towards introversion. 12th house planets draw their energy from solitude and alone time, because the energy of these planets are usually drained pertaining to what they represent. For example, Venus in the 12th natives are drained from social situations, relationships/connectivity, or giving/receiving affection. This means “bringing them out” will only deprive them of their energy and strength (especially sun, the literal life & vital force). It’s almost like asking how to make them more “outgoing” for your convenience and that defies their nature and suggests introversion and/or seeking out alone time is something that needs to be cured, when it’s not.

The 12th house is the house of sorrow, there are strong chances that these people have been through difficult situations pertaining to their 12th house planets that cause them a lot of grief. Such as with moon in the 12th, their feelings were neglected and never their own, or mars in the 12th tends to suffer from violence and inner aggression in childhood that never had a proper outlet. Telling them to “lighten up” is suggesting they should disregard their experiences. This sorrow is usually their motivation to help others, as this is the house of sacrifice.

You can’t help people with 12th house planets. This is not being fatalistic, this is not saying their doomed. What this is saying, the only people who can help them is themselves. The 12th house is the house of “hidden enemies” and people with planets here don’t realize that they are their own “hidden enemy,” because no one likes to think they are the ones holding themselves back. It is part of the karmic lessons involved with the 12th house, to serve or suffer. They “help” themselves when they utilize the planets in the 12th house for the better. You’re not their hero, and you need to realize any ‘help’ you impose on them won’t do anything if they’re not helping themselves.

so enough on asking how to make other people & their 12th house planets “””better””” leave them alone and worry about yourself 

i already thought of a better rocknaldo lol:

rocknaldo starts gaining more and more followers when he starts recording and liveblogging all the stuff he’s seeing the gems do. it gets to a point where he convinces steven that he wants to be CG for the sake of getting more content. 

he tries to persuade steven that he wants to join him on their mission to catch a gem monster, and the gems agree, but only if ronaldo stays out of the way and just watches. Ronaldo gets good footage but when the monster starts getting away he starts trying to get a closer look and ends up putting his life in danger. He’s saved and learns that he should appreciate the hardwork the gems do and not treat his status as a Crystal Gem a joke and quits, apologizing to everyone.

he ends it with saying he has a story hour with steven recounting the things he saw while fighting gem monsters.

Toughen up

Hey y’all, just getting around to do some requests. So it’s first come first served kinda deal here. So here is the first one, I hope whom ever requested it… likes it. Thanks for requesting by the way, you’re a star.

Request- Hey, can I get a scenario where Jungkook is like the quiet and shy kid at school, but when tough reader arrives at school for the first time, he gets a crush on her and discovers the only way to get her is to turn into a bad boy? Angsty and fluffy?  

Okay so there is violence, strong language, so if that’s not your cup of tae… stay clear of this. 


Originally posted by gukiee

Jeon Jungkook was your average school student. He kept up with school work, was quite and never got in trouble at school, he was into sports, everyone loved him. He never put a toe out of line. Jungkook had six close friends and that was it. Like he talked to other people but he was shy, so talking to people he didn’t was a big no-no. Girls in his school often confessed to him, but he was never interested in any one. That was until you walked past him on the first day of term. 

He didn’t know who you where, but he wanted to know. He needed to know. You were unlike anyone he has met. You hand piercings all up your ear, Your hair was blue with a light purple flowing through it [Sorry, that’s what I want to do to my hair. -Admin Abe], you were beautiful to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off your radiant face and gorgeous curves. You walked through the hall like no-one else was there. 

“Hyung, who is that girl?” Jungkook asked Jimin, his friend, who was sitting next him. 

“That’s Y/N, she’s the new girl. She’s in our English class. Why?” Jimin leaned into Jungkook, who’s eyes never left your body, as you strode down the hall, your hips swaying from side to side. Everyone was looking at you, but you didn’t care, nor did you even notice them. 

“I have to know her.” Jungkook stated, finally looking at his group of friends. 

For the next couple of weeks Jungkook decided to observe you. What you did, what you liked, who became your friends. He heard a lot of rumor’s about you, but he didn’t care. You were tough. You stood up for yourself and for the people who couldn’t stand up for themselves. 

Jungkook remembers being in the cafeteria, when a boy from the rugby team started to punch and kick a younger, a lot less stronger boy. You strode up to both of them with a expressionless face. The boy punching the younger boy looked up at you. 

“Run along little girl.” He said, you scoffed. 

“Little girl, who me? Do you feel like a big man, that you can pick on someone younger? What makes you feel so good about yourself when you do this. Oh-” You chuckle.”-It’s cause you have a small package right? So you do this to feel big, like you have a big dick. Ahh, I see well, this still isn’t going to make your preform well in the bedroom. So why don’t you do me a favour and fuck off.” You smiled sweetly, the big boy ran off kicking a table out of the way. You helped the younger boy, picking up his books for him. He bowed at you and thanked you. The whole school was stunned. Jungkook was amazed. No one was able to stand up to him and you did it with just words. 

Every boy in school wanted to be with you and every girl wanted to be you. Well not the pink bitchy fluffy girls, who bullied girls. But they didn’t dare try when you were around. You were respected and feared all at the same time. But you didn’t give a shit either way. 

Your parents were believers of doing what you wanted. Dress how you want, be the person you want to, because at the end of the day life is short, so why pretend to be someone your not. What was the point in doing that… There’s not. So you dyed your hair the way you wanted, and be the person you wanted. 

Jungkook when walking to practice, would see you behind the gym smoking with your friends. The way your inhaled and exhaled the smoke, was arousing to Jungkook. He just wanted you. He didn’t want all those other boys looking at you, without knowing that your his. So how does he get you, with your I-don’t-give-a-fuck-attitude? Well he goes to the one person he knows every well with that attitude. Min Yoongi. 

“Hyung, I need your help!” Jungkook rushed into the room with his six friends. 

“Yes.” Five of them all said at once. They all looked at each other. 

“No, I need Yoongi-hyung.” The only one who didn’t say yes. He groaned. 

“What do you want Kook? I’m in the middle of something.” He was laying on the couch, with a neck pillow behind his head. 

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked. 

“He’s ignoring Amber.” Jimin intervenes, Yoongi giving him a death stare. 

“She’s friends with Y/N?” Jungkook remembers seeing her with you a couple of times. 

“Yeah, so.” Yoongi closes his eyes again. Jungkook kneels at his head. 

“I want to ask, Y/N out on a date. but I don’t know how.” Jungkook whispers. Yoongi erupts in laughter, making everyone look at the both of them. 

“Yah, Kook no offence, but your a little to shy for her, no? Have you even talked to her. Like she’s really nice and all but, she looks for adventure and fun. And have your ever broke your curfew?” Yoongi chuckles. 

“Hyung, please help me get her. I have never liked a girl before and she’s just amazing.” Jungkook admits looking down at his knees. 

“I’ll help, but your going to have to toughen up kid. She gonna want some one to stand up for what they believe and her.” Yoongi looks at Jungkook, with a gummy smile. Jungkook jumps on him. “Get off, you heavy git!” Yoongi shouts, all the boys laugh. 

“I love you hyung!” 

Operation turn Jungkook into a bad ass phase one- 

So in this phase one, Jungkook under went some changes. For example his clothes, Yoongi said it was time for his ‘mommy’ to stop picking his clothes, so yeah that happened. So the all the boys where in on this operation, to get Jungkook the girl. 

“Okay judging by Y/N style, it’s safe to say she likes black and ripped jeans.” Jimin starts to pull out different clothes from the racks. 

“Jungkook try these on!” Taehyung shoves a pile of clothes at Jungkook, pushing him into the dressing room. Jungkook does as he is told, and tries the clothes on. They were back skinny ripped jeans, a plain black t-shirt, a leather jacket and a choker. He walked out of the dressing room, all the boys turned and started at him. It was silence for a bit, til Namjoon spoke up. 

“You’re a totally pantie dropper, Kookie!” All the boys cheered, making Jungkook go red. 

“Kook, there is a party on Friday. Y/N will be there without a doubt. So you in, or not?” Yoongi raises his eyebrows at the younger boy. 

“Hell yeah!” Jungkook chants making the other boys erupt in laughter. 

Yoongi and the boys set Jungkook with a new style, and give him pointers on how to act a little less socially awkward, as you were fun and outgoing. Yoongi bascially told him to grow a pair of balls and actually talk to you. Yoongi had explained how you like to just be who you are and that you were actually really nice, just sassy as fuck. 

It was Wednesday and Jungkook was sporting his new look, ripped jeans and a plain black t-shirt. It was simple but sexy. He knew that cause Hoseok told him so… He walked into English class late, Jungkook had never been late before. He walked to the back where you were sitting and sat beside you. Everyone stared at him, even you. Once the teacher started teaching, everyone turned around. You leaned into Jungkook, your lips inches from his ear. He could feel your breath on his ear. 

“Why are you sitting at the back? You never sit here.” You say smirking at him. He turns to you, leaning into you now, staring into your eyes and then to your lips. 

“I didn’t know you noticed me.” He smirks back. But inside he was dying, he had never been so close to a girl. And right now all he wanted to do was grab your waist and kiss you all over. And you look at him, he’s over the moon.  

“You’re kind of hard not to notice.” You winked and turned back to the teacher. You and Jungkook both sat at the back of the class grinning. 

It was lunch that same day, Jungkook was excitedly telling all the boys about English. When a fight broke out in the cafeteria, everyone was gathering around the two kids fighting. It was that big kid from last time, Jungkook recognised that it was the younger boy from last time too. 

“That bitch isn’t here to save you this time.” The big boy says, as he punches the kid again. 

“Who me? Awh, I’m not a bitch am I?” You winked at the smaller kid. You walk up to the big boy, he’s much taller than you. You brag over a car and stand on it. So now your the same height. “Look douchepants, did you not get the picture last time. Pick on someone your own size.” You poke him. 

“What are you gonna hit me little girl?” The pokes you back. 

“Little girl?” You scoff. “Look shrek, fuck off.” All the younger kids erupt in laughter. 

“You’re dead bitch!” 

“What are you going to hit me? Gonna do it! I said pick on someone your own size, now I am. I dare you to.” You challenge. He boy lifts his fist to take a swing at you, you closed your eyes. But it never came. You open your eyes to see Jungkook standing over the boy, with him on the floor crying in pain. Jungkook holds his fist. Jungkook grabs your hand and drags you out of the room. He walks you down til your at a quite corner. He presses you up against the wall. This was the first time you had butterfly’s, as he stares down at you. Trapping you with his arms against the wall. 

“Are you fucking crazy!” He finally speaks. He’s looking into your eyes intently. 

“Why did you stop that?” You ask. 

“No-one else was going to, you could have been seriously hurt you know. He’s a huge guy!” You look at his bloody hand. 

“It wasn’t your fight to stop.” Jungkook cups your face. 

“And what let you get hit?” 

“Yeah, I can handle my own shit.” You push him away, walking away from him. Jungkook grabs your hand. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“Then stop, I’m not what you want.” You rip your arm from him and leave him in the empty hall way. Jungkook didn’t know what to say. He just had an urge that he had to protect you. 

Jungkook waited for you after class, but you skipped not giving him a chance to talk to you. You thought Jungkook was too innocent for you. 

Jungkook decided to stop trying so hard and enjoy his life. He cut classes with the boys, he actually had fun for once in his life let loose and he loved it. You had noticed him more and more, as he was coming on your scene. You didn’t like to admit it but, you always noticed him even before he started to actually live. But him in those black ripped jeans, fuckkk. 

It was finally Friday, which meant party time. Jungkook put on his party get up the boys got him. He was a pantie dropper. When he walked into the party, it was packed, girls throwing themselves at him. But he only had eyes for one girl, you. It wasn’t til an hour into the part Jungkook found you. You were outside smoking with Amber, Yoongi and a few unknown faces. You were wearing a little black dress that fir your curves perfectly, black converse and a choker. If people didn’t know that you both weren’t dating, they would think it. Jungkook walked past you, gaining his attention.He walked to a quite part of the back garden. You followed. 

“You look hot as fuck.” You say walking up to him. You offer him a drag from your cigarette, he happily takes it. He puts it in between his teeth, sucking in a breath and exhaling out his nose. It was such a sexy scene, his choker around his neck, as his dark eyes stared into yours. 

“I think you look sexy as fuck in that dress.” You smirk at his words. He grabs your waist, pushing you up against the wall, again. One hand by your side, as one stays on your waist. His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, as you do the same. 

“Have I brought out the bad boy in your, Jeon?” You bite your lip. Jungkook feels like his insides are burning. He smiles. 

“I think you brought out me.” He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands fly to his hair, and neck pushing him closer to you. Your lips start to move against his. He pulls away biting your lip. “Let me know you.” This is his way of saying, let me in and let me love you. 

“How about we get out of here, and go get to know each other.” You push your lips back to his, he smiles into the kiss. 

Jungkook had gotten his girl, and he also found himself. Thanks to the bad ass bitch that you are. Girl, you slay! 

A/N- I hope the anon that requested it, liked it. If you did please let me know. And everyone else who reads it too. I really loved this ask, I hope I did it justice! 

Thank you for reading! 

-Admin Abe x 

Thanks Angel 4x15 One shot

So both @cpdcfcmed7410 and I received requests to write a follow up scene for 4x15 and well, being besties, we decided to combine our writing styles and do a one shot together. Hope you enjoy it! You can also find it here:

And here:


“You about ready to go?” Erin asked Jay, rubbing her hands together as she made her way back into the bullpen from outside. She still couldn’t believe the audacity of Scrap. She’d busted her ass to get his brother off and he acted like an ungrateful ass.

“Yeah, just give me five,” Jay replied, barely looking up from the paperwork he was hurriedly filling in. He was anxious to get out of here tonight, more so then usual. He had negotiations to get under way.

Erin went and sat in her chair, not bothering to take her coat off since they’d be leaving in a minute and she’d already finished up for the day before she sprung Scrap. Leaning back, she let her gaze fall across the isle and watched Jay work. The hunch of his shoulders stretched the fabric of his shirt as he leaned forward over his desk. She knew exactly how warm and smooth the skin was there. She knew her lips fit perfectly in the curves between his muscles and shoulder blades. She knew she could draw a line of kisses eight freckles long from behind his ear to the curve of his arm. He absentmindedly bit at the corner of his lip as he concentrated and Erin licked her lips unconsciously as she imagined the feel of his teeth gently sinking into her lip instead. Her belly tightened as her eyes fell on his arms, knowing exactly where his veins bulged from exertion as he held his weight off her when he lay over her. Goosebumps rose on her skin imagining his strong hands playing over her body.

Her eyes continued to wander over his features, daydreaming. When she refocused on his head, she was no longer staring at the semi trained waves on top that she knew tightened into unruly curls when wet but into the blue of Jay’s eyes. They were dancing with amusement as a smirk spread across his face. She felt her cheeks redden, knowing full well the cocky bastard had caught her fantasizing about him.

“I’m ready when you are,” Jay chuckled, suggestively raising his eyebrows at her.

Erin rolled her eyes at him but she didn’t suppress her smile as she got to her feet. “Good because I’m starving!”

“Of course you are,” he laughed. “Where am I taking you for dinner?”

“Wait, you’re buying?” She teased in mock surprise.

“Yup, whatever you want.” He replied smugly.

“Hmm, in that case,” Erin tried to think of the most expensive restaurant they’d be allowed into wearing jeans.

“Oh no,” Jay said with a mix of humour and apprehension.

Erin laughed again as she made her way ahead of Jay down the stairs, affording him the opportunity to let his eyes roam over her backside, appreciating her curves the way she’d been doing to him moments ago.

He couldn’t wait to get his negotiations started. He half expected her to say no when he’d all but reduced himself to begging to have first go at driving their new rig. It had been worth the grovelling though. So worth it. And now that he’d had a taste he felt it necessary to renegotiate the terms of their partnership. He wasn’t going to insist he drive from now on, he couldn’t expect her to give up that kind of control, nor did he want to take that from her. If he were completely honest it was kind of hot his girl was such a badass behind the wheel. But he didn’t see anything wrong with them splitting the driving. He knew she felt safe with him, trusted him. Surely she would see the fairness in sharing the driving fifty-fifty? Of course he’d make sure to properly thank her during the negotiations too.

When the waiter finished pouring the glasses of wine Jay suggested they order, forgoing the pints of beer they usually opted for, Jay held up his glass. Erin cocked her head to the side, amused, but raised her glass to toast with him.
“Thanks Angel,” he said tipping his glass against hers with a wink, knowing she’d understand he was appreciative of getting to drive the truck earlier tonight. Erin laughed out loud. The raspy tone always made his heart beat speed up.
“You’re welcome grasshopper,” she replied cheekily.

Jay made a face at her. He wasn’t sure he liked this new nickname but he’d play along if it got him what he wanted.

They teased and bantered over dinner, unwinding from the intensity of the day. Jay loved this time with Erin, when they transitioned from partners to lovers with their easy friendship bridging the two. It was sometimes difficult keeping things professional and focused on the job but it was always easy coming home together.

It wasn’t hard to watch Erin slowly lick the chocolate cake from her fork as she savoured every bite of their shared dessert either. God he loved the way this woman appreciated food. He was also getting anxious to get home.

After paying they headed out. In the car Jay decided to start negotiations. “So I was thinking,” he started, letting his fingers softly dance across her thigh as she drove.

“Oh yea,” she said giving him a sideways glance and a smirk.

“Yea. You trust me, so I was thinking we should at least split driving fifty-fifty,” he said letting his fingers dance closer between her legs.

She smacked his hand away trying to focus as she drove. “Yea I dunno about that,” she said holding in her smile.

“Erin,” he started but refused to beg again. “I’ll make it worth it and you know it,” he said squeezing her thigh as she looked for a parking spot outside the apartment.

Erin slightly chuckled as she parked. He was right. While everyone thought she wore the pants in the relationship, Jay dominated in the bedroom. And really their relationship was fifty-fifty like it’s supposed to be. Maybe it was time she let everyone see that because she did trust him.

As they got out and headed in she said, “What do I get for fifty-fifty driving?” she asked.

Jay leaned down and whispered in her ear exactly what he planned to do to her. Erin let out a shiver as she bit her lip. “We’ll see,” she winked as they headed up.

Once inside the apartment, Jay pushed her back against the door and kissed her hard. He left her breathless as she held on to his neck. “I’m just getting started,” he whispered picking her up and carrying her to bed.

Erin squealed and giggled as he tossed her on the bed before stripping. He knew she’d been admiring him earlier while he finished paperwork so he’d let her get a good look before he properly thanked her.
He knew she was totally turned on by the time he was completely naked and crawling over her kissing.

“Patience Erin,” he whispered, kissing her lips.

Erin arched up, her jeans and sweater rubbing all over him. He pushed her back to the bed. “Patience,” he said again making her growl.

He slowly stripped her, worshipping her body with kisses as he went. Once he had her naked, he sat back on his heels just admiring her body. “So….. about driving fifty-fifty,” he whispered, his fingers softy trailing over her thighs and hips as he used his knees to spread her open.

“I dunno,” she said watching him as she tried to lay still. “Make it worth it, and we’ll talk,” she smirked.

“Oh it’ll be worth it,” he said kissing her hard. He put her hands above her head on her pillow. “Do not move them,” he said.

Erin just watched him, panting for breath, as he kissed down her body. He grabbed her hips giving them a gentle squeeze as he eyed her up and down.

He loved the effect he had on her, loved that he did this to her. “You will say yes,” he smirked before blowing a breath across her.

Erin wiggled and he grabbed her hips holding her still. “Don’t move,” he said again. He held her hips as he slowly lowered himself to the bed.

“Jay,” she panted knowing he was going to do exactly what she loved to get his way.

“You’re an angel,” he whispered before his tongue snuck out and licked her up. Erin’s hips arched, a moan escaped, and her hands came down to tug his hair.

Jay pulled back making her moan and toss her head; “I said don’t move,” he said moving her hands back.

A whimper escaped her lips and he knew he had her. “I mean it Erin, don’t move,” he said getting a nod from her.

He pinned her hips again before slowly licking her once more. “Jay,” she moaned as he did it again.

“Say yes,” he whispered keeping his tongue moving super slow just savoring her.

Erin just grunted moving her hands back to his hair and tugging. Jay immediately stopped again and put her hands back. “Don’t make me cuff you,” he whispered nipping at her ear.

“Fuck,” she panted arching against him.

Jay smirked as he slowly kissed back down her body setting her on fire. “So wet,” he whispered slowly licking again and letting his tongue lazily circle her clit.

Erin whimpered and moaned, her head tossing side to side at his torture. “Say yes Erin. Say you trust me enough,” he whispered slowly doing it again.

“Jay,” she whimpered, her hips arching as he pushed them back down.

“Say it,” he whispered nipping the inside of her thigh.

“Yes, God yes, please,” she moaned.

Jay smiled and placed a soft kiss on her clit. “Yes what?” he whispered ,spreading her lips wide to him.

“You can drive. I trust you,” she panted as she locked her eyes on him.

“I know you do,” he smiled before his lips locked over her clit and he sucked hard. He didn’t let up even though her hands made it back to his hair, tugging. He sucked and flicked her never letting up.

She tugged hard on his hair letting him know she was about to come as she moaned his name over and over. He slid two fingers in her still sucking her clit and she exploded moaning and screaming his name.

He licked her up letting his fingers rest in her as she rode it out. As she caught her breath he slowly eased his fingers out and kissed on her. “You’re an angel,” he whispered again kissing her lips.

“Your angel,” she smiled locking her legs around him. Jay kissed her hard as he slid into her.

“My angel. My Erin,” he panted.

She nodded, her eye glassy from their love making and her love for him, being surrounded in his love. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered just needing him.

Jay buried his face in her neck, his control slipping from needing her all day. Thoughts of taking her in the truck having floated through his head. He kissed and sucked on the sensitive spots on her neck as he thrust hard and fast.

Erin held on knowing this was exactly how the night would end after letting him drive, needing it just as much as him. She arched into him, squeezed him, kept him going until they were both teetering on the edge. “I’m gonna come,” she panted arching up hard.

Jay’s moan was the only answer she needed that he would too. She arched up again and squeezed him tight sending them both into oblivion.

It took several minutes for them to come down and he snuggled her after. “You really are an angel,” he whispered, making her giggle as they basked in the afterglow.

“You’re welcome grasshopper,” she giggled as he groaned, snuggling her close.

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anonymous asked:

I don't feel very well ;-; can I have smorches?

“Anxiety, it’s time to get up.”

“Ge'out Prince,” Anxiety mumbled from beneath his mountain of blankets.

“Guess again.” The voice giggled.

“Mor'lity go ‘way.”

“Not until you come out of there,” Morality challenged.

“Is he up yet?” Prince poked his head through the door.

Morality sighed, but before he could answer a groan came from under the covers. Anxiety had been up until four am the night before, and he wasn’t about to get up now.

“That’s a no,” Prince answered himself.

“Anxiety,” Morality laid down on the bed beside Anxiety, so he was facing the tired man. Well, the blankets that covered him. “Can I please come in?”

There was silence, and then the blankets were shifting before a corner was lifted. Morality winked at Prince before crawling in with Anxiety. Prince pouted and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. He heard faint whispering coming from under the blankets, but he couldn’t make out any of it.

“Come on, Anxiety, breakfast will get cold,” Morality was trying to convince breakfast.

“I don’t care,” Anxiety tucked himself into Morality’s warm arms, “It’s nice in here.”

“The blankets or the hug?” Morality teased.

“Do I have to kick you out?”

“No, just tell me what I have to do to get you to come to breakfast.”

Once again, Anxiety stayed silent. Then, he was moving, and soon had a hand behind Morality’s head and was pulling him in for a kiss.

“Convince Prince to come in here to, and we’ll see about breakfast,” Anxiety bargained. Morality was seeing stars in the dark.

“That won’t be hard,” He murmured. He kissed Anxiety once more before scooching back in order to poke his head out from under the blankets.
Prince startled for a moment, but then raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Come here,” Morality whispered. The smile on his lips had Prince cautious, but he leaned down anyways. Morality snuck a kiss on his cheek and whispered, “He wants you to come under here as well.”

“How will that make him eat breakfast?” Prince questioned in disbelief. Of course, Morality had broken easy.

“I’m sure we can find some way to convince him to come out,” Morality giggled, “Together.”

Prince grinned and crawled under the blanket after Morality. After some shifting, they had Anxiety between the both of them.

“Now, how can we convince you to come have breakfast?” Prince wondered aloud.

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” Anxiety yawned, “Until then, I’m going to sleep.” And, in both Morality and Prince’s embrace, Anxiety fell fast asleep.

“Did we-”

“-Just fall for the most obvious trap ever?” Prince finsihed, “Yeah, I think we did.”

“I should have known,” Morality pouted.

“We both fell for it,” Prince agreed.

“Now what?”

Prince looked at Anxiety and pressed a kiss to his head.

“I suppose breakfast can wait a little while longer.”

**I hope you feel better soon 😚😚😚**

Malec + apologies. (read on ao3)

Jace doesn’t consider himself an avid reader by any stretch of the imagination, but he’s all settled down with one of Magnus’s tomes on shadowhunters in the nineteenth century. The only problem is the sudden lurch he feels through his parabatai bond.

There’s been a pulsing undercurrent of tension all day, but now it feels like his stomach’s tied in knots. Jace tries to ignore it. Alec’s been going through the whole gamut of emotions now that he and Magnus have decided to explore a relationship together. Besides, he’d be able to tell if Alec was in actual danger.

So Jace pushes the feeling down and tries to get back to his evening. He gets about five minutes of peace to himself before he can feel his heart rate spike. Anxiety. It’s almost the exact same way Jace had felt during his ups and downs with Clary, except he’s currently laid out on Magnus’s plush sheets, lounging in Magnus’s way-too-soft flannel pants, and this should be relaxing dammit.

When his fingers start jittering, he throws down his book in frustration.

“Oh, for the love of–”

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As always,

I wake up drifting,

getting lost in time.

But I know exactly what I am doing,

I am trying to get my way to you.

I want to feel your warmth,

coming out of your burning heart.

I want to see your pretty smile,

lighting up your face tonight.

I want to smell your perfume,

as my nose is circling around your neck.

And then together,

You and me,

Heading toward the furthest of our dreams.

We hold each others hands, 

flying above the ground,

like a morning mist.

And then I tie yourself up,

to my injured soul,

with the tightest knot.

Feeling so reassured cause from now on you will always be mine.

anonymous asked:

btw since you're talking bludhaven what do ya think about dicks new gf?

she’s fine and pretty! I’m just not attached or invested or interested in her lmao oops. I’ve been really gunning for Dick to be in a serious relationship w someone who isn’t Babs/Kory/Helena buuuut I was hoping for that someone to be another fellow hero like Power Girl (that issue of power girl #17 pre-boot Awoke something in me) or Zatanna (YJ shout out! Zatanna doesn’t have to be a bruce ex-gf in rebirth!) or Jessica Cruz (ik they never met and GL barely cross over w batfam but she’s the closest hero I get to a gratuitous self insert let me live) or basically an already beloved hero like that. I’ve been reading comics way too long to get myself invested in a civilian nobody who could die/disappear at any moment tbh :x I wish shawn the best tho lmao but also hurry up with this particular plotline, timothy seeley, thx

anonymous asked:

Do you know any quiet workouts i can do? my mom works 3rd shift a lot so she's sleeping during the day and at night my brother is and i don't want to wake eather up.

lmfao this is so extra like i literally get an ask asking for quiet exercises that i say im not gonna answer and then i get one like this?? im not giving unhealthy tips out / smth that could be used in an unhealthy way

DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME: introductions.

hey fam, here’s the lil teaser/introduction/first part-ish thing to this fic that imma be writing. the hashtag for it will be #DFAMshawn bc idk how to make a master list link thingamajig so LOL. HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

     Your alarm began screeching at 7am, ripping you out of your deep sleep. You were so exhausted from the football game at the school last night that when you tried to sit up this morning, every muscle in your body ached, and you fell flat back, somehow managing to practically concuss yourself from hitting your head on the wall on your way down. After letting out a big Neanderthal-esq grunt, you muster up the strength to pull yourself out of your cocoon of happiness (my bed) and get up to take a shower. Today is the day that you and your two best friends, Makenzie and Josiah (who happen to be the power couple of the century), finally get to go see your favorite artist, Shawn Mendes, in concert.

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anonymous asked:

For Filthy Friday - Greg and Mycroft being at Baker Street for a case with Sherlock and John when they rush out and Greg and Mycroft are alone in the house and decide to have sex somewhere (somewhere that they know would annoy them the most). And later they get texts from John and Sherlock about it because of course Sherlock could tell and they just laugh about it.

Mycroft and Greg would probably do it on Sherlock’s chair out of sheer spite since Sherlock is annoying them both almost all the time. They’d be quite proud of themselves actually.

Sherlock would be disgusted and never look at his chair in the same way again. He’d get John to clean it everyday, John would always bring it up and and tease Sherlock about it. John would piss himself laughing at Sherlock’s annoyed state. Sherlock would text them things like “Why?!” and “You two owe me a new chair” whereas John would text “Good on you lads”.

anonymous asked:

i see more of the crazy and outgoing friendships on twitter than i do here tbh, im so jealous. they meet up for cons and everything and i wish i could put myself out there? i mean we love the same things but i always feel like i dont fit in anywhere regardless if we have an interest. im the outsider of the outsiders ;-;

I feel that way a lot too, anon. I get it.

Though I don’t get twitter. That website is way too complicated for me.

nightowlss  asked:

And another~ Gladio proposing to the reader after they had just gotten hurt during a hunt. He makes the reader swear they'll get better so that he can marry them. Take this idea and run with it whatever way you'd like~

You’ve stayed long enough with the gang to know that hunts are pretty routine. You’ve finally started to get to the rhythm of it all when it happens. Gladio, Ignis, and Noctis took point and dealt damage up close while you and Prompto stayed behind dealing damage from afar with guns and throwing knives. A Garula charges at you from behind, you fall to the ground and get knocked out.

“Hey guys! (Y/N)’s waking up!” A familiar voice shouted, blurred faces started to crowd your vision.

“Gladio?” You murmur, a hand squeezed yours, your vision’s starting to clear up and the faces you started to recognize. Iggy. Prompto. Iris. Noctis. Talcott. Gladio. You’re in Cape Caem? How long were you out?

“Goodmorning sleepyhead” Gladio says cradling your face as he kisses your nose, you give him a groggy smile.

Your body had just started to process the waves of pain that grew all over your body except… Panic grows inside you because you feel no pain emanating from your legs, fear starts to set in and it’s evident in your expression. Worried looks start to grow on everyone’s faces, their fears and yours are confirmed as soon as you blurt out the words…

“I can’t feel my legs.”

The next few hours are a blur as you’re dumbstruck by your lack of useful limbs. Gladio goes in and out of the room, talking to a number of people as they give him advice on what the best course of action is. He’s putting up a strong front for you, he needs you to feel like you’re going to be alright, he needs everyone to know that you’ll be fine, but you know that this strong front is for him. He needs to know that this isn’t his fault.

When night falls Gladio retreats to the bed you share, you hear muffled crying and you put your arms around him to try to calm him down, telling him that everything’ll be fine until soon enough the crying is replaced with snores. You fall asleep indifferent, as if numb of what has happened.

Your next few days are spent in Cape Caem where you meet a myriad of doctors and healers that do nothing but tell you to keep a positive attitude and that you’ll get better with therapy, the guys had decided to delay their trip but they could no longer choose to forget about it anymore. They were going to leave today and they were going to leave you behind, not because they wanted to but because they had to.

“We’re leaving.” You give him a shy smile as he prepares to board the boat, you do your best to hide the hurt in your eyes as he holds your face in his hands. He’s the only one they’re waiting for, no one has the heart to tell him that it’s time to leave but Gladio knows that they have to.

He leans his forehead to touch yours and says “We won’t be gone long. Now, you have to get better, okay? I swear to the Six, (Y/N), I’m going to marry you WHEN you get better.” He gives you one last kiss and boards the boat. He was never really one for long goodbyes. They wave at you until they’re nothing but specks in the ocean.

Cor carries you up to the room and sets you on the chair, on his way out he stops at the door “You’ll get better, (Y/N)” he says before closing it.

You were finally alone, and for the first time since you woke up in Cape Caem you let the tears fall.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I've been following your blog lately and im really curious about witchcraft. My family is into it but we have "family issues" so i can't really get the hang of it. How can i start and what should i do ?

I just so happen to have a free class on this subject! 

You can sign up to get that here if you want.

When first starting out it’s important to read and research and experiment as widely as you can. This is the only way to learn what really works for you! Don’t be afraid to ask questions and don’t be afraid to double and triple check the answers you get. 

I’ve also got an entire beginners tag on my blog that might help just to give you somewhere to start your reading. In fact, a lot of bloggers on here have awesome beginners tags, @witchy-woman and @breelandwalker are both great blogs to start with.

hardeep69  asked:

How quickly do you get out of breath now? I bet it's really hard to do some things now too. What exhausts you the most?

I definitely am starting to get out of breath more with this new weight! My belly has been getting in the way when I try to bend down to put on socks haha. What tires me out the most is walking up to my fourth floor apartment (which I pretty much never do since I just take the elevator), but overall I am starting to get more and more out of shape. It doesn’t help that I wasn’t really in shape to begin with 🐷

imagine getting into a new thing and making a whole bunch of new mutuals over it and its great and u end up getting one of said mutuals to proxy a coat from the uk to you that you bought over depop but then a few weeks later a fucking ship war breaks out like its 2011 and this is glee and you have to softblock like 10 ppl bc of it and coat mutual was one of them and the coats not here yet and everythings so tense that you have no way of casually asking them if they shipped the coat yet or not IM GREAT THANKS FOR ASKING

anonymous asked:

While I was looking through the Shadowhunters tag I stumbled across this war. Personally, I think that everyone is being kinda harsh about Alec x Female. After looking into this, I think it's being blown way out of proportion. People who are posting this aren't posting it to be homophobic, they're doing it because this is a character that they are a fan of. People are being very rude ON BOTH SIDES. Alec is a FICTIONAL character and people are allowed to write what they want.

Oh, are we being too harsh on the homophobes? Oh no! Should I fluff up a pillow? Get them a blanket? Make tea, perhaps?

Boo-fuckin-hoo. You’re not fooling anyone get out of my ask box you nasty clalec shipper.

PCT Day 131: White Pass

I wake a few minutes before my 5 am alarm–is there a worse feeling in the world?–vaguely aware of something crashing around in the woods to my right. Grudgingly, I get out of my tent and start the day. (Christopher, who walked into the woods to pee, discovered the crashing came from a herd of elk just beyond our campsite, and told me about it later.) 

Sunrise sets the sky on fire as I walk up and away from Hidden Spring. I don’t get the full picture, as there are tons of fir trees in the way, but I can see enough of the burnished coin rising behind the mountains to satisfy my hunger for beautiful things. Up atop a ridge, by Shoe Lake–its U-bent surface shining silver–I am ensconced in heavy gray fog, the kind that lets me know that I am in Washington for sure. It’s stark; it’s beautiful. Somewhere behind it all is Mount Rainier, and a line of much shorter peaks to go with it. 

All of this–the booming majesty of the mountains and valleys, the dazzling lightshows of sunrise and sunset–suggest to me a universe that *wants* to be paid attention to, one that is on some level aware that by happy accident it has spat out a creature capable of awe, capable of wonder. I have not heard of elk who can be moved to tears by beauty (I’m not even sure they have tear ducts), I doubt the existence of squirrels or chipmunks who take time to look for shooting stars. It is just us, and that is both empowering and incredibly humbling. 

I am still very unsure about the larger religious questions but I do know that however we got here, I’m glad we did it with hearts and minds that are so richly capable of feeling.  

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