More than you can imagine

hey guys! i’m finally posting again! sorry for the long wait but school got super sttressful with finals and such. however, it’s summer break so I wrote up a quick fic for my love, Shawn Mendes. hope y’all enjoy it! feel free to send in requests!! 


          It was more than just rain, it was a storm. Wind whipping against the windows, thunder shaking the ground, and lightning causing the lights in my apartment to flickr. I had the entire day planned out, dressed and ready to go, when the sudden storm came barrelling in. I refused to let the gloomy weather ruin my delightful mood. I had been waiting for this day for the last six months, counting down every second of everyday. My lovely boyfriend Shawn followed his dreams on a year long tour and finally has a break to come home. I decorated our shared apartment with welcome home banners and stocked the cabinets with his favorite snacks. I was ecstatic to see him again and eventually join him on the second half of his tour now that my finals are over. I awaited Shawn’s arrival yet it grew later and later with still no sign of my boyfriend. My phone chimed with a text from the man of the hour that read, “Hey darling, my plane was delayed an hour and traffic getting out of the airport is insane. I’ll be home as soon as I can. Can’t wait to see you baby!”. My worries melted away as I knew that he was safe and everything was okay. I rested on the couch, aimlessly watching tv and playing games on my phone. Time passed and I found myself growing sleepier and sleepier. Eventually, the sound of the rain smacking my windows lulled me to sleep.

    I pulled from my sleep by a tugging on my foot and a low mumbling. I opened my eyes to find myself no longer on the couch but laying on top of my bed. Propping up onto my elbows, I glanced down to see a familiar curly brown haired boy yanking my shoe of my foot.

      “Shawn?” I muttered, rubbing sleep from my eyes, “When did you get home?”. He poked his head up at the sound of my voice and he sent me a gentle smile.  

      “Hey sweetheart. I got home a little bit ago.” he ran his hand up and down my shin, “Lay back down hun, get some rest.” I shook my head, sitting up and stopping him from taking off my other shoe.

       “No, no, no I can’t. I had everything planned. Today was supposed to be fun and we were supposed to do all your favorite things. We have to, come on, let’s go.” I rambled, trying to get up and put my show on. Shawn simply shook his head and leaning over to softly push me back down. When I tried to refuse again, he simply did the same thing.

       “Nope, no stressing. I’m home for two weeks, that is plenty of time to do everything and right now we can sleep. Now, let’s get changed into something comfy.” he explained, squatting down once more and pulling off my other shoe. I recently agreed and sat up then followed Shawn toward the closet. He reached in a pulled out a pair of his sweatpants and one of his tshirts. He handed me the shirt and keep the pants for himself. Slowly, we changed into comfy clothes. Shawn discarded his top and wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I changed into Shawn’s shirt which was rather big on my body and fit like a dress. I decided that was enough and didn’t wear any pants which was normal for me. Shawn approached me and kissed me on top of the head.

        “Let’s head to bed baby. I had a long day and missed falling asleep with you in my arms more than anything.” he whispered, pulling me close. I grinned at his words, resting my head against his bare shoulder as his hands ran up and down my back.

      “You have no idea how much I missed you.” I whispered, reaching my hands behind his neck and playing with his curls. He hummed at my words and just smiled back.

       “Oh darling, I don’t think you understand. Tour was fun and all but god, I could not stop thinking about you. All I wanted to do was come running home to you and our little apartment.” he whispered back, pressing a kiss on the top of my head. My face flushed pink at his confession. “Now let’s go lay down” he said. We pulled apart and shuffled to our separate sides of the bed. I wiggled under the covers as Shawn did the same. Once we were comfortable in the bed, we rolled to face each others.

     “Welcome back cuddles?” I asked, lightly giggling. Shawn only smiled and opened his arms as wide as possible. I shuffled over and laid my head against his chest while his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. He hummed contently in my ear.

     “Man, I swear I missed this the most. This is the life.” he sighed gleefully. His fingers ran up and down my back, creating that blissful feeling I craved while he was away on tour. “Now, let’s get some sleep babe.”.

     “That sounds amazing. Goodnight, I love you.” I whispered, glancing up to look at Shawn. He looked so peaceful smiling down at me. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, a kiss I had missed more than words can describe.

       “I love you more darling.”.

The signs as Latin phrases

Aries: audere est facere To do is to dare 

Taurus: fluctuat nec mergiturTossed by the waves but does not sink 

Gemini: alis propriis volat She flies with her own wings 

Cancer: dum inter homines sumus, colamus humanitatem As long as we are among humans, let us be humane 

Leo: fortuna audens adiuvat Fortune favors the brave 

Virgo: timendi causa est nescireIgnorance is the cause of fear 

Libra: amor omnia vincitLove conquers all 

Scorpio: carpe noctemSeize the night 

Sagittarius: transit umbra, lux permanet Shadow passes, light remains

Capricorn: amare et sapere vix deo conceditur Even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time 

Aquarius: serva me, servabo teSave me and I will save you 

Pisces: utinam ne illum numquam conspexissemIf only I had never seen him.

*Please note all gendered pronouns are actually gender neutral, but translated a certain way for lyrical effect, feel free to alter them*

So recently I’ve noticed myself creating really interesting sentences where none of the words are from the same language. Usually they’re not too long, 3-4 word phrases, but it’s still very strange. The most notable two so far-

“Que عندي holnap?” - Spanish Arabic Hungarian - lit. what at-me tomorrow - “What do I have tomorrow?”

“Varför valde تعبانة vagyok?” - Swedish Latin Arabic Hungarian - lit. why very tired.fem - “Why am I so tired?”

And it’s really interesting the way my brain is willing to structure and create phrases like these in my head without any additional prompting.

One of my favourite documented curses is:

“Hic non defectus est, sed cattus minxit desuper nocte quadam. Confundatur pessimus cattus qui minxit super librum istum in nocte Daventrie, et consimiliter omnes alii propter illum. Et cavendum valde ne permittantur libri aperti per noctem ubi cattie venire possunt.”

[Here is nothing missing, but a cat urinated on this during a certain night. Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night in Deventer and because of it many others [other cats] too. And beware well not to leave open books at night where cats can come.]

Cologne, Historisches Archiv, G.B. quarto, 249, fol. 68r

A Deventer scribe, writing around 1420, found his manuscript ruined by a urine stain left there by a cat the night before. He was forced to leave the rest of the page empty, drew a picture of a cat and cursed it. Cursed it and then made a realisation about his own involvement in his frustration. Rage to self-awareness in the time of a scrawl XD.


Star Wars worlds : Ilum
The planet Ilum was situated in the Ilum system, a star system located in a region of the Unknown Regions known as the 7G sector. Ilum was an arctic world; that is, the entire planet was covered in ice and snow, and was therefore inhospitable to most species. Hidden beneath Ilum’s frigid surface is what came to be known as the Crystal Caves. Within the maze-like Crystal caves grew kyber crystals, which brought the Jedi Order to Ilum, so they could harvest the crystals in a rite of passage known as the Gathering, in which Jedi initiates harvested their crystals by attuning themselves to the Force. As such, Illum was a holy site for the Jedi Order for centuries.

anonymous asked:

Could you tell me more about rising signs and reincarnation, please.

Your ascendant shows your path to enlightenment basically, I’ve seen that stated from many sources. It shows what you mastered in your previous life, and now in this life do not need to justify again. You’re here to spread the qualities and uses of your ascendant to others, and to pick up on past life relationships. Like for example a Leo ascendant in this life has incarnated to express themselves and tap into others creativity so they can share the spotlight with them. Their duty is to not worry about being on the center stage themselves; but to shine the light they illume onto others. Cancer ascendant has incarnated to provide nurture and care for others, and instead of worrying about how their feelings are affecting them, they are here to play the role of the caregiver; to take on the mindset of making others feel better rather than constantly trying to make themselves feel better. They have to let go of being solely “the mother figure” and learn to appreciate others’ roles for what they are, rather than thinking they know best for everyone. By doing so, it creates a wholeness and enlightened way of thinking. It allows expansion for the signs gifts and how they manifest within us. Scorpio ascendants have incarnated in this life to empower others, rather than just themselves. Instead of seeking the total truth & finding the power using their intuitive perceptions of the world around them just for themselves, they must find this for others and find a way to manifest it for the greater good & collective. Your ascendant can show how you died in your past life & how it affects you in this life as well.


Anakin Skywalker is six years old.  He’s just been bought for the very first time.  He can still hear the auctioneer’s voice listing off his best features as the hands and claws of the buyers in the audience reached above their heads.  Taurani, the Phindian man who’d just bought him and his mother, prods Anakin in the back, gently pushing him towards a bodyguard.  The bodyguard ties thin chains around his and his mother’s wrists, and they follow the Phindian (now mounted on the back of some animal whose species Anakin does not recognize) to their new living area.  Through his sandals, Anakin can feel the hot sand.  When he steps into a deeper spot, it seeps into his shoes and scratches his toes.  

Anakin is eight years old.  He’s finished his work for the day, and Watto has agreed to let him go outside for awhile before the household retires.  It’s a rare grey day on Tatooine, and Anakin sits quietly under the awning of the shop building, letting the faint trace of a breeze tickle his cheek.  His fingers absentmindedly rake through the sand and trace delicate plans for his new android project into the coarse crumbs.  He’d seen his mother beaten in the market earlier.  He hates this place.  He hates the Sand People, the slavers, the shopkeepers.  Angrily, he swipes his hand through his sandy blueprints and trudges into his work shed.  Building will help him to calm down.

Anakin is ten years old.  Three people had visited the shop today.  A man and a girl.  There’d been an alien with them, too.  He hadn’t recognized his species, but the creature might have been the stupidest thing he’d ever met.  The older man was kind, though.  At least, he’d been kind to Anakin.  But the girl was the person he remembered best.  She’d been older than him, but she wasn’t an adult.  She’d been beautiful.  Anakin was sure she’d been an angel, even after she said she wasn’t.  That was the kind of thing an angel would say.  He sighed, and continued to sweep the shop floor.  He grimaced.  He hated the sand.  There wasn’t a single other trivial thing like it that could make life so miserable.  He thought about the visitors again.  They’d been interesting, sure.  They had also tracked all kinds of sand in, and it could be impossible to clean up sometimes. 

Anakin is twelve years old.  Master Kenobi has taken him, along with a half dozen other Padawans, to a planet called Illum.   They’re going to start building their lightsabers today.  Master Kenobi had knocked on their shared dorm’s door the night before and told them to dress warmly.  Stepping off of the transport, Anakin understands why.  It’s an ice planet.  He shivers.  At least it’s not a desert.  Then he steps outside.  Snow.  Snow, up to his knees.  No, he thinks.  This is just a different kind of desert.  Cold instead of hot.  Snow instead of sand.  It wasn’t that different at all.  The more he thought about it, the more the snow reminded him of sand.  It had the same cruel, visceral nature to it.  Always hindering, never helpful.  It could look beautiful and appealing, at least until your feet were burning with pain.  Both powdery substances got everywhere, too.  You couldn’t escape it.  At least the snow melted.  But the sand… he would have sworn before the Jedi High Council that he’d been brushing sand out of his hair even a year after he’d left Tatooine.  He shivers, and stares down at his damp boots, kicking a frozen clump of snow in no particular direction. He hopes that his group won’t have to be here long.  

Anakin is fourteen.  He and Master Kenobi are dueling in the temple of the courtyard.  It’s pitch black outside, the way it usually is at two in the morning.  Master Kenobi had said they came out to fight this late because it would help Anakin to rely on the Force, but Anakin was fairly sure it was because Obi-Wan didn’t want to be seen.  Strictly speaking, Anakin wasn’t old enough to duel his master yet.  He steps forward, brandishing his lightsaber to deflect Obi-Wan’s blow.  His foot lands solidly on the stone floor, and he can’t help but remember sliding when he tried to stick a difficult piece of footing on Tatooine.  The sand would give way under him, dragging his whole body down with it.  He’d lost fights that way before.  He couldn’t count the number of black eyes and broken noses the traitorous sand had cost him.  Taking advantage of his Padawan’s distractedness, Obi-Wan forces him backwards, with Anakin folding his back in such a way that he can’t react to anything his Master does without Obi-Wan moving first.  Anakin doesn’t mind losing too much.  He’d lost to his own emotion.  The ground had nothing to do with it.  There was no sand here.  

Anakin is sixteen.  He slumps against the headboard of his bed, one knee  drawn up in front of him and the other stretched out with the rest of his leg.  He doesn’t know how much longer he can deal with being banished to his quarters.  He’s in trouble with the Council again.  Obi-Wan stuck up for him during the proceedings (the way he always does), but in the end, the Council had still decided he must be punished.  He’s been grounded and his lightsaber has been temporarily revoked.  He glances at the time display on the wall.  He only has three more days of a two week sentence to serve.  He sighs, and gracelessly drops off the bed and into a siting position, legs crossed, hands resting on his thighs with his palms facing the ceiling.  He closes his eyes and focuses.  Obi-Wan told him to meditate during his confinement, so he will.  How long he’s under, he doesn’t know, but when he opens his eyes, half the objects in his room are floating.  He grins, and plucks a grain of sand that’s floating about eye-level out of the air.  He stares at it a moment, remembering Tatooine.  He’s not grinning anymore.  Despite the evening breeze wafting through the courtyard and into his window,  Anakin can suddenly feel an intense heat on the nape of his neck.  His floor seems to shimmer with the reflection of two suns beating down on golden sands.  Long-forgotten scars across his body begin to tingle with a phantom pain that Anakin recognizes as the sharp sting of being caned. Caning had been his first master’s favored method of punishment, and the wounds he’d left on his young slave’s skin had never truly healed. Despite being mental rather than pyhsical, the pain makes Anakin wince, pulling him out of his memories. He drops the grain of sand and lets it fall. A long sigh forces itself out from behind his teeth. He doesn’t move from his seat on the floor for a long time.  

Anakin is eighteen.  Padmé - no, Senator Amidala - has come back into his life for the first time in eight years.  She still looks like an angel.  She also refuses to give him the time of day, which hurts, but at the same time… he’s a Jedi.  She’s a senator.  Their stars crossed the wrong way, he decides, and tries not to linger on it.  He fails.  Obi-Wan senses something wrong with him, and Anakin knows.  Thankfully, Obi-Wan has left him alone so far.  Anakin finds himself thumbing his lightsaber more often than usual, as if to remind himself of his duty.  Duty.  Duty to what?  Who was to say he couldn’t leave whenever he wanted?  He was tired of the council, anyway.  Tired of the endless picking at him, tired of their constant warring with the Chancellor, tired of their infinite rules and regulations.  Sometimes he wished he could just toss his lightsaber away and leave it all behind.  Or maybe take his lightsaber with him, he didn’t know.  But where would he go?  The Order was all he knew now.  He certainly couldn’t go back to Tatooine.  He’s spent too many years surrounded by civilized people and clean buildings and healthy children and stone paths.  To go back to the suns and the sand… he can’t do that now.  But sometimes he wishes he could.