is that agreeable

People who have Moon in the 7th House are particularly fond of being in the company of other people, enjoying social functions, getting to know others on a personal level, and having relationships in which they could pour every inch of their soul into. They feel emotionally satisfied when they are interacting with pleasant people and it is almost guaranteed that the native is well-liked and extraordinarily friendly. Those with Moon in the 7th House tend to have an agreeable nature and they prefer keeping situations lighthearted, easygoing, and serene. However, they might also pull away from conflicts or unsettling circumstances because they just want everybody to get along and they aim to retain a positive image. Moon in the 7th House natives are filled with plenty of love, and if they are in a romantic relationship, they are completely selfless and will not often place their needs first. They must be careful not to become overly dependent and they have to voice their concerns instead of avoiding disharmony.

I cleaned out the inside of the car, half properly, with a vacuum and rags. It had a metric ton of sand and dirt in it mixed in with parking lot tickets, receipts for snacks, wrappers from the former, stray chips and crackers, and most of the plastic surfaces were sticky from the spritz of opening cola and energy drink cans. The front windshield had someone’s footprints on it (passengers taking liberties!! >:( .

It should make tonight’s roadtrip just a bit more agreeable.

I see a lot of writing advice, particularly about giving characters flaws. The main advice is “everyone has flaws! make sure to give your character flaws or else it’s not realistic!” And after thinking about it… I would like to challenge this.

It essentially posits a view of human nature that there are good and bad traits, and that these traits can be neatly diagrammed into separate columns, one set of which can and should be eliminated. It tends to go along with a view that posits character development should be about scrubbing away of “flawed” traits until the character achieves more a higher level of goodness, or else the character doesn’t and falls into tragedy. This is not untrue, necessarily. There are definitely some “flaws” that are 100% bad and sometimes a good arc is about slowly losing them. However, I could call this advice incomplete.

Consider thinking about it this way. Characters have traits and often whether or not that trait is a flaw is purely circumstantial.

For instance, fairy tales I read as a child. In some, when an old beggar asked for money on the road, it was a secret test of character. The prince who gave the old man money or food would be rewarded. But in other folktales I read, the old beggar would be malevolent, and any prince who stooped to help him would be beaten, punished for letting his guard down. Now, in a story as well as in real life, either of these scenarios can occur–a stranger who asks for help can be benevolent or malevolent. So which is the flaw? Is it a “flaw” to be compassionate? or is it a “flaw” to be guarded? 

Trick question–it’s purely conditional. Both traits are simultaneously a strength and a weakness. Either has an advantage, but either comes with a price as well. And whether the price is greater than the advantage depends on circumstance. The same can be said for most character traits, in fact!

An agreeable character who gets along with everyone will be pressured into agreeing with something atrocious because it’s a commonly held viewpoint. A character who’s principled and holds firm even under great pressure will take much, much longer to change their mind when they are actually in the wrong. A character who loves animals and loves to shower them with affection will get bitten if they try the same on every animal. As the circumstances change, flaws become strengths, and strengths become weaknesses. And even a trait that’s wholly virtuous, such as compassion, comes with a price and can be turned for the worst.

You don’t have to think about inserting flaws into your character. Your character, even the most perfect “Mary Sue,” is already flawed the moment you give her any traits at all. The problem with Mary Sue isn’t a lack of flaws, it’s a lack of circumstances to challenge her properly, to show her paying the natural price. Your job as an author is to create circumstances in the narrative that 1) justify why these traits exist in your character 2) show what your character gains from these traits and then 3) change the circumstances to challenge her. 

Make your character pay the price for their traits, for their choices. And then, when challenged, you can make a hell of a story by showing us how they adapt, or why they stick to their guns anyway.

Squads

Most agreeable signs: Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Libra, Sagittarius, Pisces


Most Brave Signs: Aries, Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius


Most Calm Signs: Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, Libra, Aquarius, Pisces


Most Delightful Signs (to adults/parents): Taurus, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, Pisces


Most eager signs: Aries, Gemini, Leo, Sagittarius, Aquarius


Most Faithful Signs: Aries.5, Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Capricorn, Aquarius


Most gentle signs: Cancer, Virgo, Libra, Pisces


Most Positive Signs: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius


Most Negative Signs: Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces

anonymous asked:

can you do a post about jikook's dynamics?

jikook’s relationship is really complex, in a way. all the bickering and teasing, but also sweet moments, are explained really well in their aspects:

jimin’s sun square jungkook’s moon -  “there can be strong attraction, but in time, plenty of disagreements. each person can find the other selfish at times, too demanding, or too over-bearing. although they may feel like they belong together in some way, it can be a problematic union” this aspect explains the literal push and pull between them.

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

jimin’s venus square jungkook’s uranus -  “attraction is strong, but there is something inconstant in this partnership. It may be that the feelings run hot and cold, or that circumstances are such that their feelings for one another are interrupted often. freedom and space should be liberal”

Originally posted by kookieminnies

these may seem negative, but they also confirm just how strong the attraction between each other is, maybe even too strong at times 👀

jimin’s moon sqaure jungkook’s pluto -  “strong physical and emotional attraction, passion is sometimes uncontrolled, with possible possessiveness or jealousy”

Originally posted by bts-is-best-bias

but at the end of the day, there’s something that keeps them together, makes the relationship agreeable, and balances out the strong aspects i mentioned above:

jimin’s sun conjunct jungkook’s venus - “it’s not only about love, it’s about like. they go well together, they love each other, and feel good, happy and radiant in each other’s company. there is much attraction, especially on the part of the venus person” in other words, jungkook’s libra venus attracts him to jimin’s libra sun. in jungkook’s eyes jimin is ideal~

Originally posted by whitetvlips

concept: shiro and allura braiding keith’s hair 

@justifiably angry anon,

The “snk is nazi propaganda” garbage started back a few years ago when someone wrote a post screaming about how Isayama supports WWII Imperialistic ideals and is a Nazi sympathizer because his story draws inspiration from historic happenings. They basically made the massive leap that because Erwin’s name is so obviously German inspired, that Mikasa was named after a battleship, and that Isayama is Japanese, surely he is an imperialist. Basically, op did this:

Originally posted by a-night-in-wonderland

What op of said post failed to do was look beyond the first season of the anime and read the fucking manga, do proper research, and realize that even though Isayama has WWII-esque era stuff in his series, he never portrays the actions of either side in his story as justified. Nor does he try to paint it as agreeable. He depicts it as absolutely horrifying and something that should be met with disdain.

However, instead of actually reading the story, the op wrote a salty post in the beginnings of the fandom and chose to remain ignorant in their beliefs while spreading their “THIS IS PROBLEMATIC AND THEREFORE NO ONE SHOULD ENJOY IT!!” guilt trip. Unfortunately, a lot of those who have never read the manga or never made it into the uprising arc bought into the bullshit and that’s how this spiral of idiocy began.

Just block them, dude. If they can’t even be open minded enough to read a work of fiction without shitting a mountain of salt out of stubbornness and refusal to admit that they’re wrong, they aren’t worth your anger. Like what you like, ignore the haters, and move on 👌💕

cafeleblancs  asked:

What do you think would happen if Pidge from VF met Pidge from VLD? :)

a LOT of confusion, that’s mixing up two sets of twins across separate dimensions! something suspicious is going on but what 

bonus:

Painted this to celebrate the impending release date of Kings Rising. Laurent probably takes the cake for most well executed character development in recent fiction and I think I’m ready to adopt him as my fictional son. 

Thanks to everyone who watched me paint this on livestream!

Fic: Happy Birthday, Naruto

Word Count: Ion’t know | Genre: Real ass shit | Relationship: M/M | Warning: Unsafe for the eyes of those sensitive to real ass shit

A/N: A gift for Naruto, the birthday boy. SNS. 

— 

Overhead, fluttering under the bright rays of a radiant sun, a carrier pigeon delivered a scroll.

‘Hinata baked a birthday cake for me, but I just wanna get my 10 inch candle deep up in your cakes and fill you with my custard cannon baby. Use Water Release: Fleet no Jutsu before I arrive so I can eat a lil dessert with my present too. 😩💦💦💦👅🍅’

Sasuke rolled his eyes, scoffing at the lowly vulgarity. It wouldn’t be long before Naruto descended on him now. Subtlety didn’t exist in his dictionary.

A rendezvous in the Hokage’s mansion; that plan Naruto concocted when he swept Sasuke off his feet, ignorant of any passive protest, would end in his well-deserved favor. The fourteen missed calls from Hinata, the read receipt attached to the text prying into his whereabouts (Read: 3 hours ago), and the unsigned marriage annulment documents crumpled within Sasuke’s pocket fazed not a nerve-ending in his body. Naruto left all those obstructions to the birds as he hastily stabbed at the touchscreen of his phone, ‘I’m at Sasuke house playing the game like fr my dick gone get skid marks the way you riding it so hard 💀💀💀😂🔥🔥😂🔍🔍🔥😤😴,’ in an evasive maneuver that freed him from the all-too-tight chains of banal concepts such as personal responsibility.

Inhaling that fresh air of freedom, Naruto’s atoms dispersed in a vibrant beacon of light before flashing back together at his destination with his lover in his arms. Agreeable, subdued to no one’s path but one where they could be together, just like Naruto, and the Uchiha’s wife, expected him to be. In Naruto’s case, it was more akin to a demand than a expectation. A demand not expressed with teary eyes, passive threats one was too weak to act upon, and appeals to a romance one felt entitled to, but expressed with the promise of being saved by the threat of fists. The specter of breaking the other’s bones to drag him back home to complete his triad of emotional receptacles: the village, his aspiring monarchy, and a certain Uchiha’s acknowledgement. With a smile on his face and only the purest intentions lacing his heartstrings, Naruto refused to tolerate anything less from his most prized bond.

It elated Naruto to know Sasuke made not just the right choice, but the only choice.

Encased beneath a hurricane crashing in the violent waves of passion, Naruto found solace in nothing short of devouring the decadence of the Uchiha’s body like the sweetest confection. Eliciting sounds from Sasuke that not even his wife was privy to, committing the rich palate of his flesh to his tongue’s memory, and claiming every corner and curve his hands traversed as rightfully his own.

Said hand, an eager one, slid beneath the now disheveled hem of Sasuke’s shirt to trace the attractive grooves that shaped his lower abdomen and advertised a sharp pathway toward what begged for Naruto’s attention.

“M'gonna get in them guts and bust down your walls like the Kyuubi at the Konoha gates,” was the rasp that accompanied Naruto’s hand tugging down those pants, slipping his palm inside Sasuke’s underwear without shame, to reveal…

A glock.

The heater, the burner, he was strapped with that draco.

Naruto froze.

“Happy Birthday, Naruto.”

Sasuke Uchiha, his lover, pistol whipped him in the heat of passion.

“The only walls you’re busting down are the ones to my reparations fund. You don’t want this work.”

Naruto, for once in all of his days…

Couldn’t believe it.

“Wh-”

“You beat me down, begged me to return to this putrid country, and fraternize with the very elders who subjugated my family and ripped them away from me. The vermin who caused my defection in the first place drink tea with you, unsweetened at that. This ‘peace’ you professed to me was nothing but a farce to lure me here, and I won’t hesitate to bust a cap in your dome, your scalp, your cranium.”

Naruto’s eyes widened. Shock washed over his features like a tidal wave.

“B-B-But ya gotta understand the Leaf’s mistakes were-”

“Genocide and tyranny are not mistakes, braindead idiot,” he presses the barrel to Naruto’s forehead.

“Can we talk about this?”

“No. Deliver my reparations in monthly direct deposits or I will never let you snort lines of coke off my ass again.”

Now it was Naruto’s turn to fall silent. He never imagined Sasuke…didn’t need his saving.

“I’m sick of being the neighborhood’s emotional vessel, doling out validation by the demands of my so-called friends. Your parasitic acknowledgement, Sakura’s narcissistic love, Kakashi’s bruised sense of being a failed sensei who, in a brazen show of hypocrisy, disregarded my rightful goal when I was vulnerable and trusted him.”

“Wait-”

“Shut up, usuratonkachi. It would behoove you to know: your dick game’s wack and your stroke is trash.”

Sasuke may or may not have been lying, but today is the day he rescinds that oh so coveted acknowledgement at all costs. Despite that, the color sapped from Naruto’s face at the blow to his strengths. There was no way his dick game was wack…

“You’re going to catch this bullet precisely where you catch my nut every night. In the eye.”

He cocks, the glock, the burner, the draco…

Naruto pauses, takes Sasuke by the wrist, gently.

“Wells Fargo or Bank of Konoha?”

“Neither. I’m with a credit union in the Sound Village. Write the reparations check for it there or I’ll make you spew the flames of Amaterasu straight from your asshole.”

Sasuke didn’t bother with his blabbering, his excuses. He had to pay the elders a visit now. Turning on his heel, he breezes past Naruto and begins to take his grand exit from the country yet again.

“Then…if you planned to leave me. Who were you getting thick for all this time?”

A low chuckle leaves Sasuke and he flashes his smirk over his shoulder.

“The Revolution.”

~ FIN

#pining #sketches #quidditch

Prompts: @antique-moonglade
Author: @queenofthyme

Draco calmly set about mixing his paints. He’d perfected a particular shade of green only the day prior, and he wanted to get it exact. He had plenty of time to get it right before he needed to begin sketching. Quidditch practice didn’t start for another twenty minutes or so.

He’d set up his canvas quite a distance from the pitch so that the players wouldn’t see him.  Of course, that also meant he couldn’t see them that well either so, as always, he’d brought his binoculars to get the best view of his intended subject - it was a bit of a hassle using them and painting at the same time but it was better than the alternative - being caught.

Not even Pansy knew he was out here. Not for lack of trying of course. She’d even taken to following him in the mornings but Draco was careful. This morning he’d led her on a goose chase around the castle before finally giving her the slip and heading outside.

It was surprisingly warm for so early in the morning, the harsh glares of the sun already in full force. Draco had created a shade for himself - magically stretching out the branches of a nearby tree to shield his pale skin from the sun. But the players wouldn’t be so lucky. He could just imagine the sweat rolling down a particular player’s skin. It would make for a great painting if he could capture it correctly.

The green paint turned out exactly as he wanted it, a perfect replica of its inspiration, Draco thought. He set it aside, eager for the chance to use it later. Since he had time to kill, he figured he may as well get a start on the background, so he began lightly sketching in the lines of the Quidditch pitch and the surrounding stadiums with a thin pencil. He’d just started drawing the hoops at the far side of the pitch when a voice pulled him out of focus.

“Malfoy?”

The second hoop became oblong. He knew that voice.

“Potter,” he greeted automatically, his voice cold - a reflex.  He turned around quickly, his pencil falling into the grass.

Potter was squinting at Draco’s sketch, using his broomstick, firmly planted in the ground, to keep balance as he leaned forward. Despite only heading for a practice he was dressed in his full scarlet Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, complete with a protective chest plate handing loosely from his shoulders, waiting to be strapped on properly. Draco resisted the urge to fix it himself.

“You draw?”

A snarky What’s it you? on Draco’s lips was swallowed when Potter continued without waiting for an answer.

“Just the pitch? Or the players too?”

Panic filled Draco’s body settling itself as a niggling discomfort in his gut. “Just the pitch,” he said quickly, his eagerness to lie making him forget his desire to be contrary. Instead, his voice just came out rushed and squeaky. Lucky there were no witnesses otherwise his tough reputation would have been well and truly demolished, all by a couple of unextraordinary words from Harry Potter.

“Shame,” Potter said, standing up straight and lifting his broom. “Would you consider it? I’ve always wanted to be painted.”

Draco nodded against his will - what? Potter’s confidence was rather disconcerting. It clearly had the power to turn him into a squirming mess as well as a pathetic follower eager to please all at once.

Potter’s face lit up with a surprised smile - he obviously hadn’t expected Draco to be so agreeable - neither had Draco. “In that case, make sure you capture me from the left. It’s my good side.”

“Every side is your bloody good side,” Draco muttered to himself without thinking. Crap. There’s no way Potter hadn’t heard THAT embarrassing revelation. 

But Potter didn’t say anything further. He simply winked at Draco with those devilishly charming eyes (that made Draco’s knees go weak) before mounting his broom and flying off towards the pitch, his shape growing smaller and smaller until he was just a speck in the distance.

As soon as he could wrench his eyes away from Potter, Draco turned his focus to the shade of green paint he had created. He’d have to start again from scratch. It was nowhere close to the real thing.

Now that he had Potter’s blessing, more or less, he had to make everything perfect. After all, Potter would want to see the finished product. And Draco already knew that once he did, Potter would know exactly how Draco felt about him. How could he not when Draco channelled all of his emotions into his paintings? When every stroke of his brush that coloured Potter’s face was a gentle caress? It would be obvious to anyone.

Draco resigned himself to that fact and focused all his energy into the painting. If Potter liked it, Draco might just show him all the other finished canvases locked away in his dormitory too. It was about time someone else saw Draco’s work. And who better than Draco Malfoy’s muse, Harry Potter?


Draco was right of course. Potter returned immediately after practice, flushed and sweaty, expecting results. Draco didn’t have much to show yet - he’d spent most of his time working on mixing the right shades of green. But at the same time, he was almost certainly showing too much. Potter stared at the canvas for far too long.

Draco had started with Potter’s eyes and hadn’t got much further. Sketching over them again and again to get the precise shape, the precise look of concentration as Potter scanned the pitch for the snitch. And then came the colouring. What he had gotten wrong originally was trying to find the one right shade of green for Potter’s eyes, because there wasn’t one. There were a number of shades all swimming amongst each other. Vibrant. Ever changing. Alive. 

Draco thought he’d captured those eyes rather well in the end, but when Potter turned and his real eyes fixed themselves on Draco, all liveliness and wonder, Draco realised he’d never be able to do them justice. Potter’s eyes didn’t belong on paper. But Draco was starting to think, from the way Potter was blushing as he stared, that maybe, just maybe, Potter’s eyes belonged on Draco.

more like this l @queenofthyme

Being a daddy to me means....
  • -Constantly reminding me that you love me
  • -letting yourself lose to my puppy face
  • -reminding me to take care of myself
  • -being a voice of reason
  • -punishments where they are due
  • -setting some rules for me. But they need to be agreeable to both of us
  • -KNOWING MY STUFFFIESSSS!
  • -getting me to eat
  • Knowing what not to say and what to say
Golem King Boyfriend 2

I was commissioned by @exclusivetrashcan  to continue the hotly requested Golem King story. I was so excited and I know you will be too. I also have to say this is probably my most favorite sex scene as well. Enjoy!

The Golem King has not been anything you had expected. Not only was he beloved leader in his kingdom, but he was charming and witty. You had expected a brute and a tyrant. If you had, to be honest, you were expecting someone like your father. You were happily proven wrong. When you sent him the first letter, declaring your wishes to end the war that has been raging between your two kingdoms, he has been nothing but agreeable.

   You had agreed to a rather strange show of peace with the Golem King. In order to prove the peace talks were real, the Golem King suggested you live with him for a month. You agreed, but the Golem King had another surprise for you.

   “I intend to make you love me as I love you.”

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It’s been awhile since I’ve posted a fic rec list, and since we are only 76 followers away from TEN THOUSAND, I figured I’d throw the latest bunch of fics I’ve read together for you guys. I know things have been slow over here lately, but I want to thank you guys for sticking with me even when I don’t post every day. Y’all are the best! Happy Reading!

I’ve Always Been the Storm (Complete | 25,251 | Explicit)

“You’re all headed out to Oklahoma in a week.”

Derek snaps his head up, stares at him in horror, “No, boss.”

“Yes,” Finstock insists in a steely voice. “The NSSL have been on at us for a year about some decent exposure, and I think you’re just the team to do it.”

“I haven’t done weather since college,” Derek protests.

Boyd snorts again, presumably because he’s thinking back to the time when Derek and the weather last collided and he…. well, did the guy into the weather for a brief, wonderful, terribly foolish time. But, Boyd needs to shut up before Derek punches him on the nose.

Of Glasses and Lacrosse Sticks (Oneshot | 6,810 | Teen)

“Okay, how ‘bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

I Know That I Remember You (Oneshot | 1,307 | Teen)

“I didn’t know you could sing.” The guy says, walking towards him, cautious.

Derek busies himself with closing the guitar case, waits for the guy to say anything else or maybe introduce himself. The bar is always crowded whenever Derek sings, and many people approach him every night, how would Derek remember who he is?

“Do I know you?” He ends up asking, not being able to hide the annoyed tone. He just wants to go home, take a shower and watch some stupid TV show.

To his surprise the guy flinches. “I don’t think so.”

Regression to the Mean (Oneshot | 16,580 | Mature)

There aren’t really words for this – “sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” somehow doesn’t roll off the tongue.

Prompt: In the aftermath of 3B, Stiles and Derek learn to trust, learn to fuck, and learn to love themselves, each other, and their pack.

First Impressions are Overrated (Complete | 14,634 | Teen)

In Stiles’ defense, he didn’t deliberately ram his grocery cart into the (evidently precarious) pyramid of oranges. 

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