on off relationship

ooc:: I’m going to be making a Relationships Page soon - if you’d like your muse on there, lemme know. If you’d consider being potential mains ( I’m open to multiple mains of a muse / duplicates or something ) let me know??

The Signs Turn Ons & Turn Offs

Check your Venus sign because Venus helps determines what a person finds appealing and show their desires. Below are five turn ons and five turn offs that are the most common (but not limited) for each Venus placement. You can always check your sun sign and/or Mars sign as well. 

Aries: TURN ONS: Someone who is adventurous, honest, passionate, sociable and confident.
TURN OFFS: Someone who is controlling, unenthusiastic, easily jealous, indolent and offensive.

Taurus: TURN ONS: Someone who is reliable, fancy, affectionate, committed and successful. 
TURN OFFS: Someone who is unpredictable, frivolous, dramatic, distant and overly-aggressive.

Gemini: TURN ONS: Someone who is spontaneous, a good conversationist, witty, creative and original. 
TURN OFFS: Someone who is dull, quiet, traditional, slow-going and too serious.

Cancer: TURN ONS: Someone who is family-oriented, sensitive, persistent, compassionate and patient.
TURN OFFS: Someone who is unemotional, arrogant, aloof, flashy and inconsiderate.

Leo: TURN ONS: Someone who is courageous, loyal, attentive, sincere, outgoing and optimistic. 
TURN OFFS: Someone who is domineering, negative, selfish, unoriginal and patronizing. 

Virgo: TURN ONS: Someone who is sentimental, organized, inspired, thoughtful and detail-oriented. 
TURN OFFS: Someone who is flaky, loud, ostentatious, ignorant and unmotivated.

Libra: TURN ONS: Someone who is romantic, peaceful, fair, hygienic and convivial. 
TURN OFFS: Someone who is confrontational, unflirty, unethical, disrespectful and conceited. 

Scorpio: TURN ONS: Someone who is devoted, magnetic, fervent, lively and sensual.   
TURN OFFS: Someone who is stagnant, unfaithful, attention-seeker, apathetic and dishonest. 

Sagittarius: TURN ONS: Someone who is free-spirited, candid, positive, wise and jovial. 
TURN OFFS: Someone who is needy, lazy, tedious, overly-critical and deceiving. 

Capricorn: TURN ONS: Someone who is ambitious, witty, resourceful, collected and intriguing. 
TURN OFFS: Someone who is irresponsible, controlling, ditzy, obnoxious and showy.

Aquarius: TURN ONS: Someone who is independent, observant, stimulating, eccentric and friendly.
TURN OFFs: someone who is demeaning, clingy, boring, nosey and bossy.

Pisces: TURN ONS: Someone who is imaginative, assertive, nurturing, empathetic and spiritual. 
TURN OFF: Someone who is temperamental, detach, hostile, close-minded and indifferent. 

Adrinette Month Day 5: Coffee Shop Au 

Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]

He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her. 

Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company. 

He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.

So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.

And he finally found his chance.

8

those cheeky shits

there is nothing more beautiful to me than a relationship portrayed on tv as something rooted purely in friendship and understanding and just a mutual respect of one another. Something where two people can always rely on each other, can make each other laugh, can be their best and worse selves around each other and not feel ashamed. Something healthy and realistic and honest and not depicted as an “epic true love” that is toxic and harmful and only ever requires sacrifice. there is absolutely nothing more beautiful than watching healthy relationships develop and grow and become even better.

I really enjoyed how much Steven and Lars trusted each other in this episode. Steven listened to Lars and considered the things he said (including his initial misgivings about the Rutile twins), even though as a gem, Steven was the “expert” in their situation. And Lars, though uncomfortable on many occasions, was willing to let Steven take the lead as well. He was afraid, hungry, aching, and he probably wanted to complain even a little. But he didn’t because he trusted Steven. It says a lot about what kind of leader Steven is though. I really like it.

4

Simon Lewis and His Mentor Magnus Bane on portaling.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Bitty goes pro too but not on the Falcs. He and Jack have to face each on the ice.

—mermann! Mr. Zimmermann! This will be the first time you’ll be facing off your husband on ice. Are you prepared?”

“The team and I have prepared for this match just as we do every other match. We will do our best and I’m sure the Falconers will do the same.”

Are you nervous?

“As nervous as I’ve been for any other match.”

“—and that’s all the time we have, ladies and gentlemen.” Coach cuts in. “Thank you for coming.”

Bitty gets up and Brady nudges, grinning like a fool when he looks over. Bitty cannot help the blush that rises up his cheeks. Most of the press questions have been about Jack and Bitty had tried his best to answer them neutrally as he can.

Truth is, he’s nervous as hell, but that’s to be expected. He’d been nervous going up against the Aces last time too even though Kent is a friend now. He figures it’s a normal response when facing off against Stanley Cup winners.

Bitty grins as he slips on his gear. He hasn’t seen Jack for a while between games. They hadn’t been lucky enough to be playing near each other. It’s something they’d prepared for and honestly, not that different than when he was at Samwell, but it’s still hard. They’re both exhausted all the time and even though they try to make the effort to Skype each other as much as possible, some days all they want to do is sleep. They try to be understanding, but they’re both human as well.

“Bitty! Your boy is here to see you!” Zucc calls out and the locker room erupts into kissy noises and chirps.

Oh Lord…

But Bitty can’t remain embarrassed when Jack’s watching him from the doorway. Bitty finishes and walks over to his husband, ignoring the cat calls.

Jack smiles at him.

He looks so good. He’s in uniform, helmet in hand and he’s here and he looks so damn good.

No. Bitty, focus.

Bitty holds out a fist.

Jack grins as he taps it.

Kreids groans from behind him. “Just kiss and get it over with already!”

“Why? Wanna watch, Kreids?” Bitty chirps back despite the blood rushing to his ears and rolls his eyes when the boys chorus a drawn-out oooooooooooooo. “Y’all are children. Jack, I’ll see you later, honey. You should get back.”

“Good luck, Bits.” Jack squeezes his shoulder before leaving.

“You too, sweetheart. See ya on the ice.”

6

#in which Kara likes to use her secret weapon now and poor Mon-El couldn’t stand a chance

More Poly Relationship Headcanons

-An A/O/O relationship in which the Omegas heats sync up and the whole time during preheat they are very attached and clingy with each other, instinctively seeking comfort from one another and the Alpha loves walking into a room and finding the two all tangled up together and sleeping soundly or when they hold hands and nuzzle each other’s scent glands just while walking around the house. The Alpha doesn’t even feel jealous or left out because they know after a couple of days both of the omegas’ clinginess and dependency will be directed at them but in the meantime they will be content with each other while the Alpha makes sure they have everything they’ll need for the upcoming heats

-An A/A/O relationship and one Alpha does something that upsets the Omega which then sets off the other Alpha’s protective instincts which results in a heated argument between the two who completely forget about the presence of the Omega until the room is drenched in distressed pheromones and quiet whimpers draw their attention to the trembling Omega in the corner. They both instantly shift into comfort mode and begin assuring their Omega that they won’t fight anymore, though the glares they exchange over the Omega’s head indicate that the issue will probably come up again later…just not around their mate

-An A/B/O relationship in which the Beta sometimes goes through phases of being depressed and questioning their role within the relationship. The Alpha and Omega always picking up on the slight shift in the Beta’s scent and proceeding to cling and fuss and reassure the Beta of their bond until the Beta is content again

-An A/O/O relationship in which one of the Omegas is pregnant and put on bed rest as their due date draws closer. The Omega quickly becoming unhappy and agitated from being cooped up so the Alpha and the other Omega try to distract and comfort their mate. The Alpha crooning and massaging the Omega’s feet while the other Omega curls as close to the distressed Omega as possible and soothingly plays with their hair while gently pressing the distressed Omega’s nose against their neck, knowing that their own sweet Omega scent will help to ease their mate’s discomfort a bit

-An A/B/O relationship in which the Alpha behaves more like a Beta, the Beta has more of an Alpha presence and the Omega loves them both and always reassures them whenever other people criticize their roles and behaviours

-An A/A/O relationship in which it’s the Omega’s first time going through a heat with their new mates so during preheat week their emotions are all over the place and the Alphas are just trying to keep up. The Omega constantly cuddling and purring with one Alpha while teasing and testing the other Alpha whom they’ve instinctively recognized as the more dominant of the two. But when the dominant Alpha actually tries to act on the provocation and teasing the Omega bursts into tears and latches on tightly to the less dominant Alpha and honestly the week couldn’t end soon enough as far as the Alphas are concerned

-An A/O/O relationship and one of the Alpha’s favorite things is when the three of them go out places and both Omegas grab a hand and hold on tightly the whole time they are out. The Alpha being tugged slightly in two different directions every time one of the Omegas excitedly pulls them over to look at something

-An A/B/O relationship in which the Alpha always pouts because the Beta is taller than them and the Omega (lovingly) teases them about it while the Beta always feels slightly guilty for being tall even though they really can’t do anything about it. The Alpha and Omega sometimes have to reassure them that they are just kidding and that they really do love how tall they are

-An A/A/O relationship in which the Omega is pregnant and trying to deal with not one but two very overprotective Alphas and after a few weeks of being insistently carried around the house by one and having the other constantly questioning/controlling all of their food choices, the Omega finally just locks both Alphas out of the bedroom and contentedly eats cheese sticks and pudding cups in bed while listening to the Alphas outside the door going from trying to coax the Omega out to accusing each other of being too clingy and upsetting them

-An A/A/O relationship and the Alphas low-key betting on whose clothes and stuff the Omega is going to go after first during their preheat when they start nesting. The Omega eventually finding out about the little game and being torn between feeling amused or offended and then stubbornly trying not to take either of the Alphas possessions during their next preheat…they break down after an hour though and begrudgingly start pulling things out of hampers and closets while ignoring the smug but fond expressions on their mates faces

master-sass-blast  asked:

Right. So. Might be mildly addicted to your 'Gods and Monsters' series. Definitely need an intervention, but I'll prolly ignore that anyway, so... anyway, can you do something with Zeus and Hera? I've always thought it was massively whack that the goddess of fidelity was with --according to Greek mythos--one of the biggest adulterers on Olympus. Definitely smelling a bit of an abusive relationship there, if you catch my drift... okay byeeeee

Hera, the young goddess of marriage and family, is only unfaithful to her husband once.

She seduces Zeus first, right as the war ends and they’re all pain and ash and thrumming with the excitement of victory. She smiles just so and touches his bloody chest, her hand pale against the dark copper of his skin and, and when he looks at her his eyes spark with the lightning he so easily commands. She is named his wife that very night, her body littered with bruises from his rough, eager hands, and she tells herself the bile at the back of her throat tastes like victory.

She is queen of the gods. This is what she wants.

They’ve all claimed their domains and gone their separate ways, Demeter to the earth, Hades to the underworld, and Hestia to Olympus where they plan to build their palace. But Poseidon still lingers. “Don’t you have an ocean to conquer?” she asks.

He looks at her, then behind her to where Zeus is busy sketching plans for Olympus. “You don’t have to do this,” he says softly, “you – you can come with me if you want. Or I’m sure Hades would take you.”

Hera has no time for Poseidon and his soft heart. “I will only belong to the best,” she says, tossing her head so her crown of curls fall over her shoulder. “You should go. You have work to do.”

“There are more important things than power,” he says uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.

“No,” she says, “there aren’t.”

~

Hera would not mind Zeus’s women so much if they were not constantly giving him children, something she has been unable to do.

She is an obedient wife. She does not turn her powers against him, and she’s tolerant of his mortals at first, but the longer she is empty of child the less patience she has. How can she be the goddess of family without one of her own?

Her spite gets in her way, and she hurls every kind of obstacle and curse she can at the woman her husband lies with. At first he is angry with her, and bruises litter her throat and wrists. Then, as her wrath and powers grow, he is afraid of her. He watches her warily, sneaking to the mortal realm when before he wouldn’t even try to hide it. He submits when she pins him to the bed and rides him hard, desperate for a child of his, desperate to fulfill the perfect image of wife and mother she’s built for herself.

No matter her magic, no matter how many times they lie together, Hera does not get with child.

She goes to Hestia, and her sister presses a hand to her stomach and purses her lips and says, “Must it be his child?”

Hera stares. She’s the goddess of marriage and family. She is not capable of infidelity. “I – I can’t.”

“Just once,” Hestia says, “the problem is not with you, nor with him, clearly. Only the combination of you both. Lie with any other man, and you will have your child.”

So Hera, just once, puts on a disguise and goes to the mortal realm. She finds a man with skin darker than Zeus’s, a rich warm brown that matches his soft eyes. She lies with him, and it hurts. He is kind and patient and kisses the edge of her jaw, her shoulders, her navel. But to be unfaithful grates against her very nature as a goddess, and every moment is agony. He finishes, his mouth whispering kind things against her own, and she leaves as soon as she can.

It works. She becomes round with child, and is happier than she’s been in a long time. She does not mind Zeus’s mortals, and he even becomes kinder while the baby grows inside of her. His hands become softer, and he spends less time away from Olympus.

The baby is born, and Zeus is furious.

The child is too dark to be his, and he tears it from Hera’s hands while she lies exhausted from the birth. “What do you care?” she cries, struggling to stand, “You have dozens of children. What does it matter if I have one?”

He holds the baby in one hand and grabs her jaw with the other, pulling her to her knees. “You are my wife,” he hisses, “the goddess of marriage and family. You will have my child, or no child at all.”

He throws the baby from Mount Olympus. Hera screams, pushing herself away from him and attempting to jump after it. Zeus catches her around the waist, and with a crackle of power and roar of rage, he sends a lightning bolt after the baby.

The child may have survived the fall, but not the lightning.

“NO!” Hera screeches, clawing at his arm as she struggles to escape his grasp. Normally she’s not this helpless against him, but delivering her baby has left her weaker than she’s ever been before.

He presses the flat of his hand against her swollen womb, adding pressure until she cries out in pain and tries to squirm away from him. “My child,” he repeats, voice low and terrible, “or no child at all.”

He lets her go, and she collapses, grasping out a hand over the edge of Olympus. But the blood between her thighs is still wet, and she can’t find the energy to stand. She wonders if she’ll have to crawl down the mountain to retrieve her baby’s corpse.

“Sister!” Soft hands grab her shoulder and gently roll her onto her back. Hestia’s face fills her vision, and Hera has never seen the older goddess of hearth and fire look so cold. “I’ll kill him,” she says, hands hovering over Hera like she’s not sure where to begin. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t think he would – I didn’t think.”

Hera curls on her side until she can place her head in her sister’s lap. She’s not sobbing anymore, she’s never been one to fall into hysterics, but she can’t stop crying, a steady stream of tears dripping silently down her face. Hestia runs trembling hands through her hair. “Don’t,” she whispers, “I did this, this is my fault. I – I should have known better.”

Hestia’s hand cup her face, leaning over so she can look her in the eye. “This is not your fault.”

Her sister stands and picks her up in her arms. Hera tries to tell her to put her down, that Zeus will be angry if she leaves, that she did this to herself. But she falls unconscious before she can get any of it out.

~

Hera awakens someplace soft and warm. She opens her eyes, and she’s inside Hades’s palace. Her confusion lasts only until her memories come rushing back, and then she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stop herself from crying out.

“Hestia brought you here. She’s returned to Olympus to cover for you both. Do not worry – Zeus doesn’t know where you are.” She turns her head, and sees the goddess of magic at her side. Hecate smiles, “I have mended you, do not worry. All is well.”

All is not well. That statement is so far from true, and her instant urge is to crush Hecate to dust for the audacity. Before she can make up her mind one way or the other, there’s a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal her elder brother. “I have something that belongs to you,” he says, and Here focuses on the bundle in the crook of his elbow.

Her baby’s corpse. She’s relieved someone thought to get it. Her heart feels like lead, and all the control she’d had over her emotions is gone instantly. She hopes they’ll leave her alone to hold the body of her child and weep.

Hades gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, and Hecate rises to help Hera prop herself up so she’s at least sitting. “He’s a strong little thing,” Hades says, and Hera doesn’t understand.

Then a warm, wriggling baby is placed in her arms. He’s got great big eyes and his mouth splits into a toothless grin when he sees her. “He’s alive,” she says numbly.

“Not without sacrifice,” Hecate says softly, and reaches over to undo the blanket he’s swaddled in.

Her son has no legs below his knees.

“Zeus’s lightning bolt didn’t kill him, but we cannot return what was lost,” Hades says, pained. “When he’s older, maybe we can do something, give him something in place of legs. But for now, there’s nothing I can do.”

The king of the underworld is the most powerful god after her husband. Hera knows that, even if Zeus doesn’t. If Hades can’t do anything about her son’s legs, then no can. But he’s alive, Zeus didn’t manage to kill him, and Hera finds herself so grateful that she’s holding a smiling, living child that she can’t be anything but relieved. Her son is alive, and happy. He doesn’t need legs.

“I can’t bring him back to Olympus,” she looks up at them, “Can you find someone to raise him? Someone you trust?”

She doesn’t trust anyone, so it can’t be her choosing.

“You’re going back to him?” Hecate demands, “Hestia said – but I thought for sure – you don’t have to! Don’t go back to him!”

“I must,” she holds her son to her chest, and he reaches out with chubby hands to tug at her hair. “I am the goddess of marriage, and he is my husband.”

Hecate stares, aghast. “Don’t – don’t, Hera. Please. Stay here. Hades will protect you.”

She looks up at her brother, and he raises an eyebrow. He would protect her, he would put himself in between her and Zeus’s wrath if she asked him to. But she won’t, and she thinks he knows it. She says, “I am Hera of the Heights, of Argos, of the Mound. I am the cow eyed, white armed goddess of marriage and of family. I am Hera, queen of the gods.” She looks down at her son, and her heart clenches, because for now a title that cannot be afforded to her is that of mother. “I will not abandon my dominion, nor my husband. I will return to Mount Olympus.”

“But you don’t love him,” Hecate says helplessly.

Hera stares, baffled that anyone could think her marriage had anything to do with love. “Of course not. But this isn’t about love. It’s about power.”

The goddess of magic swallows, then says, “I will raise him.”

Even Hades is surprised by that. “Hecate?”

“I will raise him,” she repeats, “He will stay with me, safe in the underworld where Zeus cannot find him, until he’s old enough and strong enough to protect himself.”

“Thank you,” Hera says, and lowers her head enough to kiss the top of her son’s head. “Tell him that I’m the one that threw him from Olympus.” When she looks up, Hades is resigned while Hecate looks on in horror. “Tell him, tell everyone. I gave birth to a hideous son, and I threw him from Olympus. His legs were crushed in the fall. I did this. Zeus tried to stop me, but could not.”

“Why?” Hecate asks.

Hera smiles down at her son, her heart full with a helpless sort of love. “So that when he ventures from the safety of the underworld, Zeus will have no reason to hurt him. So that when he comes to Olympus, Zeus will be unable to hurt him without explaining he was the one that tried to kill him in the first place.” She runs the back of her finger down his cheek, and he grabs it, his little fist holding onto her. “Blame me, and he will be safe.”

Hecate looks like she wants to argue. Hades puts a hand on her shoulder and asks Hera, “What’s his name?”

Her son smiles, and tugs at her hand, the beginnings of a giggle gurgling in his throat.

“His name is Hephaestus.”

~

When she returns, she no longer has any patience for Zeus’s mortals. When before she had only inconvenienced them, now she’s not playing any games. Those that do not die end up wishing they had, and she’s especially vindictive to any mortal carrying her husband’s child.

She sits on her throne, waiting, a smirk curled around the corner of her lips.

Zeus barges in and charges towards her. He’s so angry smoke is rising off his skin. “You,” he hisses, “this is your doing.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asks, unflinching when he slams his hands on either side of her head, crushing the back of her throne with the force of it.

“She and the children are dead,” he snarls, “my children are dead! I know this is your doing, it reeks of your handiwork.”

Hera slides forward to the edge of her throne, their faces nearly touching, and spreads her legs. He flexes his hands, because even at his most furious he still wants her. She is his wife and his queen. She banishes her clothing so she’s spread out before him, hair piled high and jewelry glinting around her neck. “What are you going to do about it?”

He kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Hera crosses her legs around his back, urging him closer. “Why are you doing this?” he hisses, mouthing at her neck, because he hates her even as he loves her, hates her because he loves her, and loves her because he hates her.

She waits until he’s inside her to lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “My child, or no child at all, husband.”

When he breaks her skin with his teeth, she only laughs.

They do this to each other. Maybe they are meant to be together.


gods and monsters series part xv

read more from the gods and monsters series here

just a little reminder that the upcoming venus rx can affect more than just romantic relationships. any sort of relationship that you can form (especially if love or a lack of it is involved in some capacity) could easily come under question whether it be a friendship or your relationship with your siblings/family members. Ask yourself just how much that person or connection matters to you and how important it is to hold on to or to let go of. 

modern dregs in high school would make the most interesting squad. they’d represent everyone, their friendships completely demolishing societal barriers. like there’s that one kid with a serious glare, stuck in an everlasting emo phase who only wears black and never talks in class but is actually a lowkey nerd that practices magic in secret.

there’s an adorable but nauseating on again off again couple consisting of the loud mouthed and breathtakingly beautiful homecoming queen who has the whole school under her spell and the moody but talented star athlete who’s never done anything wrong in his life except for getting caught making out under the bleachers.

there’s also the socially awkward, perpetually mistaken for a freshman, straight A’s all of his life band kid that blushes and stutters at any sort of attention. he dates the most charming boy in school that treats the world like a stage (and he’s some sort of one man show), who’s now betting on luck to get him into college because his inability to sit still and focus makes his grades suffer.

there’s even a shady foreign exchange student that once accidentally on purpose set his lab station on fire and put it on snapchat, nearly getting expelled until he lied about not being able to comprehend the lesson.

and lastly there’s the quiet girl that spent so much of her time buried beneath books in the library no one knew she existed until she launched an anti-bully campaign that went viral because she publicly called out the school’s principal for doing nothing disciplinary about the harassment. now she’s the student body president and might be dating the emo kid?? who knows?? they’re good with secrets.