lovers delight

virgos are very independent and self sufficient, but they can become easily dependent in a relationship with someone who is more dominant or successful. virgos grow very attached to lovers and delight in making their contact and affections part of a daily routine 

I’m so delighted we finally get Honeymoon Period Lup and Barry. They must have been awful. Just absolutely impossible. Fifty years of romantic tension is a lot to kind of release into the general atmosphere at all once.

  • So many giggles and holding hands and disappearing together for missions. They’d get lost in each other’s eyes over breakfast and then do it again at lunch time. Suddenly everyone was afraid to enter their workspace without knocking first, or go after them without making a lot of noise, even though miraculously no one actually ever caught them in a delicate position. They just spent a lot of time whispering in the bushes and gently caressing each other’s faces. 
  • They kept finding weirder and weirder places to disappear for private time, which was impressive on their part but meant everyone was constantly on the lookout for suspiciously closed closets or questionable looking caves to not go into. Magnus took a preventative approach and started wearing shoes that squeaked when he moved, so he never had to worry about catching anyone unawares. Lucretia was less lucky and accidentally tripped over them star gazing on the deck at night several times before she stopped taking for granted that there wouldn’t be a person or two in unexpected places now. 
  • Lactose free food options on the ship, always fairly good because they were only cooking for seven, suddenly got much better. Lup, like her brother, showed affection through food, and that meant they suddenly had a lot more sorbet than ice-cream. Barry was delighted. Milk lovers aboard the Starblaster were less so. 
  • They kept getting each other little presents. Flowers, chocolate, books, exciting local fireworks. Barry was definitely the leading gift giver and often got distracted on missions by some shiny projectile weapon Lup would just love, but Lup returned the favour in little ways. Cool rocks, nightlights, horrible smutty romance novels, scientific and magical curiosities. 
  • Both such nerds. Settle them down with a good dense text about arcana and they’d curl up together and coo over it. Their idea of a hot date involved test tubes and small controlled explosions. 
  • A few cycles into their relationship, the Starblaster ended up on a planet without a breathable atmosphere, and it was horrible. Barry and Lup in a confined space without a lot to do ended up driving everyone else up the wall by experimenting with pet names and really starting to stretch the limits of PDA. Merle peaced out to parlay with a John quickly. Magnus hid with Lucretia and the Voidfish. Davenport devoted himself to looking for the light, while Taako devoted himself to making Barry and Lup get a room. Only one of them succeeded. 
  • Taako and Lup weren’t exactly joined at the hip after so long into their journey, but after a few years of his sister’s attention being taken up by someone else, Taako did start to get a little antsy. He was happy for them, yes, but he also wanted to see his twin more than once or twice a cycle. He ended up being the one to drag them out of their lab/lovecave and back into the real world, because really, Merle hasn’t seen you guys in three years. We have all the time in the world, you can hang out with us for a while. You can even sit in each other’s laps while you do it. 

blueincandescence  asked:

Hi! I have another meta question if you're up for it! I learned scrolling through your blog that all incarnations of Steve Trevor cook as a hobby, which is awesome and totally going into the fic I write. Are there any other characterizations that we movie!Steve lovers would be delighted to find out? I'd also love to know if he has a canon backstory -- like what state he's from, etc. Basically: Trivia about Steve Trevor, please and thank you! :)

^ Literally more information about Steve in the above two panels than we’ve had in 70 years combined 

Hi! This is a great question, and I wish I had a great answer for you! Steve Trevor doesn’t have the benefit of a lot character development. When the modern age of comic books (Post-Crisis in DC) rolled around and comic book writing became more sophisticated, Steve was unfortunately aged up into an older gentleman who married a matronly forever-dieting Etta and served as Diana’s father figure (did that sentence make you gag because just typing made me retch a little). Still, we can glean some trivia about him:

  • He speaks good German (Golden Age)
  • Cooking is his hobby (timeless!)
  • He’s a good dancer (Golden Age, Silver Age)
  • He played football in college (Golden Age)
  • He was in a fraternity in college (New52/Rebirth)
  • He went to college at the University of Southern California (Bronze Age) or the Air Force Academy (Post-Crisis)
  • He grew up in Oklahoma (Post-Crisis)
  • His middle name is either Howard (New52/Rebirth) or Rockwell (Post-Crisis, one instance in New52/Rebirth)
  • He has had a few family members over the years that have been retconned; currently he has a sister named Tracy, her kids are named Ian and Allison (New52/Rebirth)
  • He likes to read: classics, military history, true crime, and mythology (Bronze Age, New52/Rebirth)
  • He likes instant black coffee (New52/Rebirth)
  • He’s good at video games (Bronze Age)
  • He really likes Star Wars (Bronze Age, New 52/Rebirth)
  • He likes running (New52/Rebirth)
  • His nickname for his daughter Lyta is “pum’kin” (Bronze Age)
  • His nickname for Diana is “Angel” (timeless!)
  • He’s the designated family photographer (Bronze Age)
  • He has a goddaughter named Sandy (New52/Rebirth)

It’d be great to see some of this sparse canon incorporated into more fan fiction!

IM YELLING coz one wants to be like her dad while the other wants to be like his mom!!!! :’)


I finally can bring myself to post about this. I’ve been walking around with tears in my eyes lately and part of it is other circumstances, but this is always coming to mind, maybe because it’s a metaphor for a lot of the other stuff.

But this feels so personal. There’s been a nice little patch of pink lady slippers, maybe 20-some of them, not far off the trail around the lake. I love watching them at every stage, from in spring when the tiny green slippers form, to fall and winter when the dried stems and seed pods stand like sticks among the leaves.

But some time over the winter, the caretakers at the lake, which is a county park, cut down the tree that these orchids are gathered around, and when they did, they used some huge heavy machine. The whole area is packed down and devastated. At the very least, the soft mossy soil and other light undergrowth will no longer make the spot seem like a healthy woodland place, and the area is now exposed to the road which was hidden before. But I wonder how all that weight on the soil and the change in the canopy will affect the lady slippers now. I’m sure some if not most of them will still come up this year. I hope so. But what are the chances they will be as healthy? Reproduce and spread? Be as happy? Will they still be there next year and in years to come?

Why couldn’t they leave this precious little area alone? There is a wildflower walk planned there in May and I had convinced the people giving it to wait until May 13th so we could see this little gathering of lady slippers along with everything else. I pictured the wildflower lovers’ delight as we stepped off the path and found these beauties nodding in the dappled shade. Now there’s probably no shade and a broad unshaded path from here to the road, so it will feel like we’re along the sunny roadside, which also means everyone driving by will be able to see the flowers, which puts them in further danger of poaching, too.

It just makes me sad. And it emphasizes what I said before about documenting everything now. I may repost that suggestion. Maybe my pictures of these flowers will be all that’s left of them. That is certainly true of the hepaticas of Black Rock woods. I have watched them dwindle from many plants to two, and this year I can’t find the winter leaves of either of those last two. I’m probably the only person who knew they were there. With all the terrible news we hear each day, this is what makes me want to cry. I guess I felt no matter what else happened, I had these wonders to turn to, but they’re disappearing. I needed them. <3

~Sweet Summer Solace~

Sweet summer solace filled the air.
Floral fragrances drift near.
The warmth of the sun caresses my skin.
Daisies and lilies dance in the slight wind.
Twilight came with a magenta sky.
I watched it glimmer in your beautiful eyes.
We stayed up all night to count the stars.
I laid peacefully in your arms.
It was the perfect summer night.
Just you and me in a lovers delight.

-Tiffany K ©(2017)

“But most of those who, from lack of faith as much as of knowledge, deplore the status of man, are - I am ashamed to admit it - criticising the Lord’s work and asserting that man ought to have been so made that he could do no evil at all, and we are then in a position where what is moulded says to its moulder: Why have you made me thus (Rom.9.20)? And these most shameless of men, while hiding the fact that they are managing quite well with what they have been made, would prefer to have been made otherwise; and so those who are unwilling to correct their own way of life appear to want to correct nature itself instead, the good of which has been so universally established in all that it sometimes reveals itself and brings itself to notice even in pagans who do not worship God. For how many of the pagan philosophers have we heard and read and even seen for ourselves to be chaste, tolerant, temperate, generous, abstinent and kindly, rejecters of the world’s honours as well as its delights, lovers of justice no less than knowledge? Whence, I ask you, do these good qualities pleasing to God come to men who are strangers to him? Whence can these good qualities come to them, unless it be from the good of nature? And since we see the qualities of which I have spoken contained either all in one person or severally in several persons and since the nature of all is one and the same, by their example they show each other that all qualities which are found either all together in all or severally in each one are able to exist in all alike. But if even men without God can show what kind of creatures they were made by God, consider what Christians are able to do whose nature and life have been instructed for the better by Christ and who are assisted by the aid of divine grace as well.”

- Pelagius shitting on Augustine while John Calvin lets out a hellish scream across a wormhole

Εἰνοδίην Ἑκάτην κλῄιζω, τριοδῖτιν, ἐραννήν,
οὐρανίαν χθονίαν τε καὶ εἰναλίαν, κροκόπεπλον,
τυμβιδίαν, ψυχαῖς νεκύων μέτα βακχεύουσαν,
Περσείαν, φιλέρημον, ἀγαλλομένην ἐλάφοισι,
νυκτερίαν, σκυλακῖτιν, ἀμαιμάκετον βασίλειαν,
θηρόβρομον, ἄζωστον, ἀπρόσμαχον εἶδος ἔχουσαν,
ταυροπόλον, παντὸς κόσμου κληιδοῦχον ἄνασσαν,
ἡγεμόνην, νύμφην, κουροτρόφον, οὐρεσιφοῖτιν,
λισσόμενοις κούρην τελεταῖς ὁσίαισι παρεῖναι
βουκόλωι εὐμενέουσαν ἀεὶ κεχαρηότι θυμῶι.
I summon Hecate of the Wayside, lovely crossroads-dweller,
she of the heavens, underworld, and sea, saffron-robed,
sepulchral, celebrating Bacchic mysteries with the souls of the dead,
daughter of Perses, lover of solitude, delighting in deer,
nocturnal, protector of dogs, inexorable queen
who roars like beasts, ungirded, with irresistible form,
bull-hunter, ruler and key-holder of all the cosmos,
governor, bride, nurse of the young, mountain-wanderer;
be present with those who pray, Maiden, at the hallowed rites,
gracious to the herd-priest, with an ever-joyful heart.
—  Orphic Hymn to Hecate (1)

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10 Words Every Bookworm Should Know


The immediately recognizable smell of old books.


An extreme preoccupation with the ownership and acquisition of books.


The act of divination through books; opening up at random and interpreting a specific passage.


One who devours books (either in a literal or figurative sense).


An individual who loves and collects books, especially those that have unusual printing, binding, antiquity, etc.


The act of illustrating a book with pictures or photos taken from other sources.


A book that has been printed before the 16th century.


A lover of words who delights in their meaning and usage.


The movement of the eye when it jumps from one point to the other, especially while reading.


One who enjoys using long and obscure words.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Is it okay if I ask for a matchup? I am a pansexual demigirl (although I am leaning towards males). I enjoy foreign languages, and can speak three at the moment. I also have interest in psychology and animals (esp cats and reptiles). I write and draw a lot. I have social anxiety, OCD and Aspergers syndrome, so I'm not really chatty before I get to know someone. I'm also a Cancer! Thank you a lot! Have a nice day!

I ship you with

Originally posted by paladiknightleorio


He’s a pretty quiet and patient guy in general, so you’d feel comfortable taking your time in opening up to him! I believe he too likes animals (I hc him as a cat-lover) and would delight in seeing how excited you get when you stumble upon a cat on the sidewalk! Shinsou would always be there for you if you ever feel uncomfortable, feel anxious, or just need help in any situation, he would also be interested in learning about foreign languages from you (he thinks is really cool how many languages you can speak!) All in all, a good and wholesome match!

((I hope you enjoyed this!!!!))


Recently tagged by @samorgan thank youuu!💜

Rules: write 10 songs you’re vibing to and then tag 10 people

1. Lay all your love on me - Abba

2. Believer - Imagine Dragons

3. Borders - M.I.A.

4. Dynasty - MIIA

5. Jerk it out - Caesars palace

6. Let it Rock - Kevin Rudolf ft. Lil Wayne

7. One More Night - Maroon 5

8. Welcome to the Jungle - Guns N’ Roses

9. Don’t stop - Foster the People

10. Hard Rock Hallelujah - Lordi

I tag @uncharted-delight @uncharted-lovers and @solarsystemus (not 10 but…welp😅) and anyone who wants to do it too

fuukonomiko  asked:

What if we were lovers/broke up?

“Delightful, I am not sure if I should object for my own precious safety.” The First Captain seems to consider the question, “The former would be…an experience, I cannot see why not Fuuko. The latter might be too much for my black hearts.”

Mischievous Boyfriends

“This is going to be the best prank EVER.” Taehyung whispered to his best friend as he dipped the onions in caramel. They had planned pranks all week for this special week that was up and coming.

“I know. I’m a genius.” The other male, Park Jimin giggled as he flipped his bright hair. “Min Genius? Pfft, more like Park Genius!”

“Still my boyfriend, Jimin, still my boyfriend.” Taehyung warned as he stacked the ‘apple caramels’ onto a plate with an overly sweet smile.

“Right, sorry.” Jimin chuckled good-naturedly. “They won’t know what’s hit them~.”

Jeon Jungkook wondered sometimes why on Earth he had to end up with the weirdest boyfriend on the face of the Earth. He was just enjoying a day off, slouched in his Iron Man pyjamas, basking in the silence (which was odd enough as it was; the infamous sunshine line never shut up.); when alas, one of the group had arrived, looking sickly sweet.

“Babe~.” Jimin cooed as he plopped himself onto the maknae’s lap, the other immediately shifting to making himself more comfortable. He released a grunt in response, suspicions raising high from that one utterance. “Would you like a caramel apple? Me and TaeTae just made some.”

Now, Jeon Jungkook should’ve known better. He should’ve said no, as quoted by the infamous Taylor Swift. But when Park Jimin pouts with eyes that shine like the most precious jewels, and lips so full and blossoming pink that seem to tease you with every movement, you don’t say no. You bow to each of his request and need like the lovesick boyfriend you are, because you are truly whipped.

“Sure.” He uttered lowly, his arms entwining around the small male’s waist, nuzzling into his neck. “But can’t I just eat you instead?” Jungkook whispered into Jimin’s ear, nibbling at it as his voice fell an octave lower. Park Jimin could’ve groaned at that voice alone. But he had a task. A bet to be more specific, with none other than his partner in crime, Kim Taehyung.

‘Who was the most successful in pranking their boyfriends.’ They had a week, but the rule was that they did the same pranks on the same days as each other to spice things up. And if there was one thing that Park Jimin was, it was competitive.

So as cruel as it sounds, as soon as his adorable little Kookie bit into the ‘apple’, his face lit up like Christmas whilst his boyfriend was staring at him like he was about to be the Nightmare before Christmas instead. Gulp. He quickly scrambled from Jungkook’s lap.

“Park… Jimin…” The poor maknae spluttered, clutching at his throat as he looked at his boyfriend in bewilderment and pure betrayal. It was safe to say there was no cuddles for Jimin that night as his little bunny proceeded to give him an ice glare so cold  that Jimin could feel himself freeze in fear of the great Jeon Cena.

Tuesday morning showed the 95 liners in deep thought. Thinking of what prank they could do today - both of them were successful last night, earning great displeasure from their respected lovers, but much delight to the pair of them. 


Min Yoongi entered his studio with a tired sigh on his lips, groggingly moving his beloved room. His ‘man cave’, his ‘haven’, his ‘quiet place’, whatever you wish to call it, he couldn’t care less. His onyx eyes found the pictures that were hung up on the walls in various shapes and sizes; of people that were dear to him, that he loved more than he could ever express. He stopped at the mischievous smile of his lover, the only male lover he had ever had excluding a night with a trainee in which a lot of self-discovery had occurred. Smiling back at the box smile that never failed to make him feel loved, he could never say he regretted that night. His fingers slowly traced the outline of the beautiful human he had the privilege of calling his boyfriend, the tan cheeks that were stretched out so wide he feared it could break skin. His eyes softened as he whispered a soft ‘I love you’ to the image, his mind springing to the track he was working on for his boyfriend.

A loud horn was resounded through the whole of the dorm later that afternoon as Min Yoongi sat on his beloved chair in the studio with a huge tired sigh.

“GOD DAMN IT KIM TAEHYUNG!” He screamed out, earning a large sound of glee of the named person as he peeped through the door to see his boyfriend look murderous. The said boy cackled with pure glee at the opposite side of the door discretely. 

Now Kim Taehyung considered himself to be a romantic man of sorts. So when he invited his smol hyung into the shower he couldn’t fathom to why all the reaction he got was a raise of an eyebrow with a paranoid expression.

“Hyung~~?” He whined to his boyfriend, letting go of the towel that was wrapped around his small waist carelessly as he made grabby hands to Yoongi.

“Tae-ah. Your towel.” He answered shortly, refusing to move from the hallway - as tempting as the offer was, he didn’t know whether he forgave the male for tainting his haven like that yesterday.

“Do you not want to have sex with me anymore?!” Taehyung asked, a little louder than his boyfriend would’ve liked.

“Tae-ah, people are sleeping.” He uttered lowly, moving forward briskly to shove the male into the bathroom suite and slam the door behind him. “Are you crazy?!” He growled at the taller male.

“Ani-yo!” He whined. “I just want to spend some time with you, hyung. You’ve been so busy lately that I barely got to see you at all…” Yoongi sighed through his nose. Taehyung had been right. With the preparation of his mixtape he had locked himself out to the world night after night, which unfortunately included his beloved.

He wrapped his arms securely around his boyfriend, nuzzling into his neck. “Forgive me Tae-ah. Tonight I’m yours, I promise.” He failed to notice the hidden smirk of the eccentric male. Yoongi always liked to shower first after sex.

By Thursday Yoongi, and Jungkook had had enough. Yesterday they had their soaps coated in clear nail polish when they had tried to shower, meaning the soaps wouldn’t lather. They were both seething.

Jungkook knocked on the sunshine line’s room thrice before entering, his patience wearing thin from this week’s troubles.

“Hey Koo-”

“What the hell are you doing Jimin?” The said male blinked once, twice. His head tilted in confusion cutely ignoring the fact that his dongsaeng had so rudely interrupted his speaking. There was more pressing matters. Like why Jungkook had stormed into his room, gritting his teeth in great annoyance.

“What do you mea-“

“Why on Earth have you been acting all weird on me all this week?!”

“I’ve not-”

“I mean seriously, Jimin? What gives?!”

“Would you stop interrupting me?!” Jimin erupted, raising from his seat.

“Oh don’t use that tone with me! I should be the one annoyed Jimin!”

“I’m older than you, you should show a little bit of respect!”

“Maybe I’d you show you some respect if you’d act your DAMN AGE THEN.”

Gasp. “You did not just say that Jeon Jungkook!” Jimin whispered dangerously.

“Damn right I did! First you gave me onions to eat. A day after I find horns under my seat - multiple ones, just so I shit bricks.Then I find nail polish, nail polish hyung on my soap of all things! You’ve been weird, and super distant, and I just don’t understand. Is it something I did or sai-”

I’M PREGNANT OKAY.” Jimin screamed suddley, approaching the male, halting Jungkook mid-rant successfully with Jungkook’s mouth still agape.His hands softly came in contact with Jungkook’s chest. “I’m pregnant, Jungkook.”

The taller male felt like his breathing had stopped. Jimin was pregnant?! But Jungkook was only 18! How could he raise a child?! He stared down at his hyung, feeling tears in his eyes. He didn’t want to freak out, it wasn’t Jimin’s fault of course, but he couldn’t stop the way his jaw went slack, and his throat starting constricting.

A child was being formed in Jimin’s womb. It was simply overwhelming. 

A child. He needed to sit down. 

Being formed. In Jimin’s… womb? That sentence didn’t sound right. Jungkook looked up with confusion at Jimin.

“Wait, b-but you don’t have a w-w-womb.” He stuttered out in bewilderment. His doe eyes were wide, and large, the endless dark pools staring into the very soul of the older man. Jimin sucked his lower lip into his teeth, attempting to stifle his laughter at the reaction of his adorable boyfriend of almost 2 years. 

“I-I just don’t know how it happened.” He tried to say without any humour, his face constricted painfully; his cheeks hurt from the attempt itself. But alas, he failed. The small Korean doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach as Jungkook finally catched on.

“You’re unbelievable!” He fumed, stomping to the exit, creating a loud crash when the door flew off of it’s hinges from the force of his anger exploding against it. He was not a happy bunny in the least. 

That night Jimin and Taehyung sat at the dining table, drinking hot chocolate and discussing how well the week had gone. 

“So, as a percentage, how likely do you think that we’ll get dumped, hm?” Jimin asked with a teasing smirk on his lips. 

“I’d say around 89.97% for me, and around 96.53% for you.” Taehyung answered with a small chuckle.

“Yah, why is mine higher?” The cute male pouted into his hot drink, crossing his arms childishly.

“Because you actually made Jungkook-ah think that you’re pregnant. Yoongi-hyung just called me out straight away.” He blew his fringe out of his face, this sentence was going to be tough.”I lose.” 

Jimin screeched with triumph, jumping up and down from his seat, until a sudden thought hit him. “Wait, how are we going to make it up to them?” 

“Welp, that is your problem, my boyfriend and I are already on good terms again. He forgave me it all after I played my damsel in distress card about being over-stressed with schedules and needing a form of relief, and that I simply wanted to see him smile. Good luck with making up with Jungkook.” Taehyung smirked, grabbing the other cup of hot chocolate that Jimin had failed to notice, and with an exaggerated sway of his hips he waltzed back into the bedroom of Min Yoongi. Damn Kim Taehyung was good. Jimin banged his head against the table in a great huff.

They didn’t even make any stakes.