only skin deep

“Beauty is only skin-deep” - Venus (Taurus/Libra)
Beauty radiates from the heart - Sun (Leo)
Beauty is inherent / inborn - Moon (Cancer)
Beauty is all in your head - Mercury (Virgo/Gemini)
Beauty is everywhere, in everyone, all the time - Neptune (Pisces)
Beauty is in the core structure or it’s nowhere - Saturn (Capricorn)
Beauty is in the rawest depths & nothing else matters - Pluto (Scorpio)
Beauty is only real when found in little spontaneous moments - Mars (Aries)
Beauty is a social construct - Uranus (Aquarius)
Beauty is a blessing - Jupiter (Sagittarius)


Other than the plated scales, tough leathery skin, frilled head, horned skull anatomy and sinuous tail, mythological and folkloric dragons have very little in common anatomically with actual reptiles. They have MORE in common with the Felidae genus (cat family) and the Aves Phylum Chordata (bird classification).

Like a cat’s eye, a dragon’s eye has a comparatively large iris with a vertical pupil. This arrangement allows the pupil to open extremely wide and receive
more light than that of a human eye.

A dragon’s legs are also decidedly nonreptilian, despite the scaly coverings. A dragon’s legs are positioned more or less directly under its body, in the manner of mammals. (Most reptiles’ legs tend to splay out to the sides, offering
much less support and mobility than a mammal).

Lasly, a dragon’s four feet very closely resemble those of a great bird. Each foot has three or four clawed toes facing forward (the number varies, even among dragons of the same kind), plus an additional toe, also with a claw, set farther back on the foot and facing slightly inward toward the dragon’s body, like a human’s thumb.

A dragon’s resemblance to a reptile is literally only skin deep  So the next time someone you know refers to mythical dragons as giant lizards, you’ll have the know-what to save a life.

Sometimes I think a lot of people act like Christianity is only skin deep. If we don’t let God wreck our lives it won’t do us any good. God is not interested in just being a part of your life. He wants your whole life, every last bit of it. He is not interested in being on the sidelines He wants to sit on the throne of your heart. Maybe it’s time we do that. Let God rule from the heart.

I don’t hate you for breaking my heart multiple times. I hate myself for letting you do it. I gave you my heart when you gave yours to everyone else. I watched you slip through my fingers and fall into another girls hands. I hate that I let you use me as a way to make yourself feel better when she left you. But for once I finally felt loved and to be loved by you was a wonderful feeling, even if it wasn’t real. Your love was only skin deep and for that I apologize for my mistakes. Now I get to call you friend and act like everything is okay. I have to pick you up when you break and I have to let you be there for me when I hit rock bottom. I have to sit on the sidelines while I watch you make out with another girl. My heart aches but I don’t show it. I stumble for words every time I see your eyes and you… you let me fall. Your eyes are the oceans I cease to explore, because while I’m drowning, you’re saving a girl who knows how to swim.
—  averageteenlove 
Astrology chart basics overview

Sun sign = the essence of a person, the potential & ideal personality

Moon sign = the inner core of a person, private feelings, subconscious habits and attitudes

Ascendant sign = (aka rising sign) the outer layer, mask, the first impression a person gives to others

Planets (represent energies; what is taking place):

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Practical uses of magic in medicine

I was thinking about the use of each dragon’s magic in their occupation while re-writing one of my dragon’s bios. Thought it might be fun to write up something for it here. I may be stretching what each elemental magic can do, but I tried to pick fitting skills and applications.


Ice healers often make excellent surgeons due to their ability to keep calm in stressful situations!

Conjure ice:  For use in treating swelling and overheating. Condense and freeze water particles from the air to form a solid lump of ice. Alternatively, condense a thin layer of ice directly over the area to form an ice pack. (though this is less secure than simply wrapping ice around the injury with cloth)

Lower temperature: Multiple applications. Useful for treating fever and swelling when applied to the patient, or in treating hyperthermia, or can also be used ambiently to provide a more sterile environment for surgeries.


Shadow healers are often wonderful therapists! A skilled shadow healer can help a dragon reduce negative symptoms of many conditions.

Induce sleep: Used to help dragons with insomnia or other sleeping problems if used lightly. When used heavily and persistently, it can allow the patient to stay unconscious during surgery or other incredibly painful procedures, though this does require the shadow dragon to continuously apply the spell throughout the surgery.

Conjure Illusions: Useful in therapeutic applications depending on the situation. May also be useful in providing visual reference when explaining things to patients.


Wind dragons are often combat medics or emergency responders. The fact that they don’t mind going wherever they’re needed most means they fit right into the job!

Fast movement: Allows the dragon to act quicker to help the patient. Useful in many situations but is one of the main reasons wind dragons make good first responders for traumatic injuries.

Manipulate air flow: Useful in a more effective cpr. Can go horribly wrong if the user is untrained and it is recommended to use normal cpr if they are not. Can also be used to generally treat any form of troubled breathing.


Water healers tend to feel at home doing bloody work or water based therapy.

Manipulate water: Dragons of most breeds and elements have blood composed mainly of water. Careful mastery of this skill in the application of moving blood can prove very useful in the medical field. Transfusions can be done without much equipment if the area is sterile, and it makes transfusions with proper equipment easy and fast. Blood Flow can be controlled as well for many used including: Stopping bleeding, bringing a concentration of blood into an area for venepuncture, or directing blood away from a limb for cleaner amputation.

Conjure water: Generally useful when working on a patient. If it is to be used for cleaning a wound make sure the air around is clean.


Nature dragons are wonderful pharmacists. Most potions on the market are exported from the Viridian Labyrinth. Many denizens of the Viridian Labyrinth also swear by homeopathy.

Enhanced plant growth: Used to enhance the effects of healing compounds in plants. These distilled compounds can be ground and made into pills, or used on a seed to produce a fruiting plant that can make powerful potions. It is also used in homeopathic treatments to a lesser degree.

Conjure plants: Conjured vines make an excellent temporary cast or can be used to apply pressure to an area when proper bandages are unavailable.


Light dragons tend towards physical therapy as their line of work or just general healers for their clan.

Accelerate healing: Once thought to be a cure-all, this spell is not a miracle healer. While it appears to magically heal wounds and relieve even chronic or severe pain with a bright heavenly light it’s effects are only barely skin deep and any injuries more serious than a cut, bruise, bite, or fractured bone should be seen to with other methods. This is most useful for combat medics or for light wounds and first aid.


Most of the more advanced medical equipment comes from the Shifting Expanse and often requires a lightning dragon to power it outside of the Shifting Expanse where electrical power is much less readily available. Because of this, lightning dragons tend to make great medical technicians and will often take on the role of a nurse as well.

Generate electricity: With an amount of control, this can be invaluable in trauma situations where the heart is beating irregularly. The doctor should generate small bursts of electricity directly into the patient in case of the heart stopping. Lightning element dragons will need a large dose of electricity for this to work but any more than a very small amount for any other dragon could simply kill them.


Fire dragons are frequently rescue responders and combat medics.

Raise temperature: Multiple applications. Can be used to treat cases of hypothermia by warming up the patient’s body temperature, but can also be used with high intensity to flash-sterilize instruments used in surgery as well as boiling water to sterilize. An intense focus of raise temperature on a metal object can allow it to be used to cauterize a wound in a pinch.

Conjure fire: Most useful when cauterizing a wound. Can also be used to burn bodies in emergencies or in the case of the death of an imperial on the battlefield.


Arcane dragons are masters of magical afflictions and are the most effective at healing those kinds of diseases in a timely manner.

Manipulate Arcane energy: When dealing with a dragon close to death’s door, a magic transfusion can often give them the extra push needed to stay alive. An arcane doctor can transfer the magic of a dragon the same element as the patient into the patient, or in the case of none being available transfer his own magic reserves or that of another arcane dragon to the patient. Beware of transferring too much. A dragon’s magical reserves are closely linked to its general wellbeing and life force and if a dragon is drained of too much of their magic they will inevitably perish.


Plague dragons invented the vaccine. After taking notice that newcomers to the scarred wasteland were mildly sick for several weeks but much stronger after getting better, some plague healers began to experiment with controlled exposure to viruses to build immunity for those who didn’t have it yet.

Conjure Infection: Though it sounds counterproductive, plague healers often will treat one disease with another. Sometimes one harmful disease is beat out by a population of another, benign, disease.

Sense Infection: Though this is not an active magic power, many plague dragons can simply tell if one is infected by anything. With more careful training and a closer examination, plague healers can often pinpoint diseases accurately for diagnosis and can even catch deadly infections before they become life threatening or untreatable.

Manipulate disease: Though not nearly as powerful as other “manipulate” elemental powers this one can be used to draw contagents in a small area to the user, effectively sterilizing a small area around a wound or surgical incision. It is to be warned though that it this is used, the user should not touch the patient afterwards or they will put them at risk for potent infection.


While Earth dragons don’t have many healing spells at their disposal, the most prestigious medical schools are located within Dragonhome. Without much magic to help them, they are the most skilled at traditional methods of healing and have perfected it to an art!

Feel free to add onto this with more!

Structure, expectations, and patterns are the unseen clockwork of Libra’s graceful connectivity. As the sign that exalts Saturn, Libra can sometimes experience its crushing weight in the form of social anxiety or unpreparedness hidden beneath their charming exterior. A lot of that charm comes from knowing what is “proper” and “correct.” Libra always knows the right thing to say, but sometimes there isn’t a “right thing” to say or do, and that’s when the buried nervousness begins to surface. Libra knows it’s normal to flatter, to be polite, have manners, seem respectful; they know what to wear; they know where to put their hands and what facial expressions to make; they know how to flirt, how to be professional, how to be funny. But when they encounter situations that don’t have a textbook response stored somewhere in their mind, they panic. They can lose their composure, get defensive, retreat, shut down. That’s when they begin to observe and study and let others take the wheel, so they can learn how to deal with such things in the future. They’re constantly polishing themselves. That’s a big reason why Saturn does so well in Libra; it’s natural for them to seem perfect, because their life is one long process of self-perfection. What else would you expect from the sign that succeeds Virgo? Venus, the epitome of ease and elegance, rules Libra, but Venus can be superficial – beauty is only skin deep. Beneath Libra’s beauty is gnarled fear.

Beauty’s not only skin deep. Just because a person is beautiful doesn’t mean there’s no soul beneath. Doesn’t mean that person hasn’t suffered like everyone else, doesn’t mean they don’t hope to still be a good human being in an awful world.
—  Rachel Cohn and David Levithan

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(Part 1, @midnigtartist I literally just finished it now LOL) 

“Madison you can’t be sick this is an incredibly important dinner party, I can’t show up alone!–Yes…yes a fever is bad…yes…I am aware that as my best friend you are not obligated to do everything me. Yes-Yes I know…fine…feel better. Tell Monroe I said hi.” Thomas closed his phone and placed it faced down on the table. This was a huge business party, one that Thomas was hosting and he could not go without a ‘date’. James has been a constant choice, a best friend. With James by his side Thomas could weather any setting with his spiking social anxiety. Now he was Madison-less…it was time to make up some excuse to Washington that the dinner was a no go. The day of… “Oh sweet tender lord give me strength.”

There was a cackle beside Thomas’s desk, “Religion in the workplace? I didn’t you know were a man who was so devote.” Alexander, the intern and Washington’s favorite, stood there with his tenth cup of coffee.

“Don’t come to me about devotion, the only devotion you’ve ever displayed is your constant pilgrimage to the coffee machine in the lounge, which you always leave dirty.”

“Do not”

“Hamilton–” Thomas sighed holding his head in his hands, “I don’t have time for this bullshit right now.” His mind was throbbing, he did not want to disappoint on on his dinner but there was no way he could do it. Just the thought of being alone in a sea of people who were respected and looking to Jefferson for hosting was enough to make him run home. “I have to cancel some plans.”

“Plans like Washington’s ritzy business mixer? You canceling that, aren’t you the host?” Alex sounded almost in disbelief. Why wouldn’t he? He, like so many others, only knew Jefferson skin deep. They could never understand why the rich, handsome, well-to-do Thomas Jefferson would ever be anxious around other rich men. They wouldn’t understand all of his words were practiced and well edited for hours, which his opinions were backed with physical agree-ers. Out of all of them, Alex would know less.

Thomas couldn’t help the fire Alexander placed in his stomach when they started their banter. At first it was simply him barking back insults. Then came the fast arguments, the toe to toe throwing of wits and intelligence. It was a daily fix now, a show boating of IQ. It was few moments he stood his own comfortably (most of the time). “Madison is out, which means I’ll be hosting alone. I’m not up for juggling more than I can handle” He spoke coolly between white lies and half-truths hoping Alexander would not pry.

“You know, I’ve been told I’m the life of a party.”

Why was Thomas surprised that Alex wanted to do this? He shouldn’t be. The greedy gremlin wanted to get his paws on this party. In a moment of what Thomas would call insanity, he considered it. Hamilton would walk in and be overwhelmed. He was just an intern, and from what Thomas knew he wasn’t at all part of this circle. Yes watching Hamilton stumble and flop, yes that would be delightful. Put him in his place, toss him into the deep end and watch him drown among the sharks. “If you can find a suit and a ride, sure just pretend to be my date” Thomas teased more in love with the idea of his failure than anything else.

“Thomas you are aware that if Hamilton ruins this party having been invited by you, this will be on you when it all goes to shit.” James coughed over the Skype call as Thomas went through his entire wardrobe.

Fuck. James was right but it was far too late to call it off again. Thomas was filled with the same dread as before. Not only did he have to tread around conversations on his own, he now had to worry about Hamilton not ruining the entire party by…being him damn self. The skype call with James was nothing but Thomas desperately begging the fever ridden man to come to the party. With no avail, Monroe entered the room and with the largest smile imaginable he HUNG UP on Thomas.

The dinner party was set at a penthouse space. Floor to ceiling windows that looked out at the New York City skyline, chandeliers projected hundreds of thousands of soft, glowy crystals. The old farts walked in like peacocks, sporting their status and money on their suits. All potential interests to George if Thomas could make an impression, any impression would have been nice. Thomas sported his finest Italian suit, purple bowtie he bought in Paris years ago. His hair fluffed up, hopefully enough to make him look less approachable. His mask, on, snarky, snobbish and hopefully looking as though he was not up for just any conversation.

There was a sweat pooling at the back of Thomas’s neck. Each time the music changed, his heart raced. Did he have to dance? No someone was looking at him was that a possible conversation? What would he say? What small talk was most friendly but also most direct to end the chatter soon? Thomas downed his third drink doing nothing for the heat rising to his head giving him a dizzy spell when the music dipped. Strange, the party was at full swing, servers were dealing food why the dip?

In that brief moment, Thomas heard very clearly the slimy cackle that belonged to Alexander. He knew it anywhere, it was smug and sultry. He whipped his head so fast his mind was now doing full 360s in his skull. He immediately started making his way to Alexander; he had to stop him from making an utter ass of himself like he usually did. Thomas could only handle one emotional mess at a time.

“…then I told him, Jay, 9 documents is not going to cut it. Madison was sick and managed to get 29 to me. I mean I don’t expect everyone to have that certain éthique de travail comme moi” Alex got a crowd of tight belted old men to chuckle. Thomas blinked, not because of his lack luster accent when using French. But…he cleaned up nicer than he imagined. The suit was a dark green with black trim, a thin black tie down the middle. He had his hair that looked like a greasy mop most days, pulled back into a youthful but stylish bun at the back of his neck. “Ah Thomas” Alex beamed up at the dumbfounded Jefferson. “I was just about to tell them about your merger last week.”

“M-My …merger?” He lost his ability to think momentarily as he struggled to make sense of his reality.

“Fellas, I’ll tell you when I said I fought him on this deal I really did. Somehow he just managed to hit it out of the park out of all the odds against –“

Thomas quickly found his footing, “You were the odds against it, importing commerce does nothing for us. American materials is what we should be using.” He grumbled back, the fire slowly being poked as if they were in the office…he was annoyed but not…anxious, not entirely when the flames of banter and rivalry clouded his mind.

“That might be great for the economy but we’re talking about a 15th of the price coming from half way around the world” Alex shrugged stepping up to the plate with easy as he motioned for a server to pass around the wine like he was hosting this dinner. How dare he?

“Ah, yes because quality control overseas is so easy. You know how many good industries we have here?”

“You know how much American industries cut corners? There is a reason nearly no one trades with us.” Alex shot back.

“The reason is pricing and a couple of bad deals but I have faith in an American based future.” Thomas sneered as a server came by with full glasses of wine. He watched Hamilton pluck two and hand one to Thomas with a smile that was free of his usual cocky smirk or coy attitude.

“And I respect that, which is why…I told Washington it wasn’t half bad seeing as long as we source it from certain places.” Alex took a long sip of his drink. “Honestly, the man is a genius playing for the wrong team.” Alex’s eyes slid up to Thomas, whose face was unmistakably shocked. Of course he meant it EXACTLY how Thomas thought it. “Real shame, gentleman but I think Thomas has more people to make rounds with. Don’t be strangers, make sure you take a business card on the way out, try the wine it is divine.” Alex turned placing a hand on Thomas’s arm, leading him away.

“What…was that?”

“That is how you do business, Jefferson.” He turned Thomas around to a new crowd. The fire that masked his anxiousness and fanned his face with a flush now subsided. “Look alive, Thomas.”

Stuff I've Actually Heard People Say Part 4
  • "Mmmmmmmmilky me."
  • "Who's your dealer?" "My mom."
  • "Have you seen my chicken dog?"
  • "Use that picture, but only the frame."
  • "This is a blank Maya file? Best work I've seen from you."
  • "Wait, if this isn't your number, then who have I been sending memes to?!"
  • "Octology is the study of eight."
  • "You're a disgrace to the marshmallow making community."
  • "How are you eating an airhead at 6am?" "I lost control of my life a long time ago."
  • "The chocolate releases the orphans."
  • "No, like... noodle lizards."
  • "It makes me feel like I have a unibrow, and that makes me feel so self-confident."
  • "I'm gonna start a 40 day fast like Jesus." *20 seconds later* "Ooh, watermelon!"
  • "If you could survive two and a half hours between two morbidly obese, sweaty men on that flight, it was worth the $15-25 you saved!"
  • "I know I'm weird, but I don't think I'm singles ward weird."
  • "I think you should stop saying that, and knit him a blanket or something."
  • "Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes down to the bone."
  • "I think you're taking the thank you note thing too far by giving away kidneys."
  • "I love swallowing saliva."
  • "I'm not hairy."
  • "Those scares sure are stairy."
  • "You were a macaroni girl for prom?"
  • "I don't want to see your calves anymore!"
  • "Oh, I only have one pair of glasses, I'm not going to be able to read."
  • "I'm going to yell because she's blind."
  • "We can finally go see Gardens of the Galaxy!" "...Gardens?"
  • "Well I'm lactose intolerant, so I don't need any of your cheese."
  • "It's a man man!"
  • "Mickey Mouse is the Taylor Lautner of furries."
  • "Stop bird thigh erasure."
  • "Yeah, he's abnormal dude; he kinda lives somewhere."
  • "He has like, flesh lumps, but he doesn't have eyebrows."
  • "It's a fact that the longer your legs are, the more attractive."
  • "He's got like... cybernetic eyebrows... oh my gosh... cybrows..."
Keith May Be More Galra Than We Thought...

Chances are our new Black Paladin is only ½ Galra at best. If Space Azula turns out to be the mother, he’s ¼. Still, I’ve always found it strange how Keith’s human side seems to be dominant over his Galra genes. I mean, you’d think he would at least have some furry traits.

From what we’ve seen, it seems like quintessence triggers some kind of transformation. Like when his hand turned purple when fighting the Druid.

Also, when Haggar zapped Voltron in the final battle with Zarkon, with “IT’S PURE QUINTESSENCE!” no less, Keith is the only Paladin who is turned away from the camera, in a way where we can’t see him. More specifically, his face. He totally could’ve turned purple in that time.

So Keith can be transformed. Why has something like this never happened before? Simple. Earth, which has no knowledge of quintessence, Zarkon, or pretty much anything happening in space. Well, maybe the Garrison, but I’m talking about the general population here. Odds are it’s a planet that isn’t nearly as high in quintessence as others, such as Balmera.

So yeah, Keith was kind of energy deprived leaving earth. Which makes this line from the first episode a little concerning.

Keith: I can’t explain it, really. After getting booted from the Garrison, I was kind of lost and found myself drawn out to this place. It’s like something… some energy, was telling me to search.

Keith was drawn to a lion that wasn’t even his. This just raises a ton of questions for me. Was it because he was destined to become a paladin? No one else talked about feeling energy. Or could he possibly be subconsciously drawn to quintessence? Remember he was the one who found and wanted to steal the quintessence in “Collection and Extraction.”

So maybe Keith’s Galra side is more in control than we thought. His humanity could literally only be skin-deep. Heck, I wouldn’t even be surprised if he had another character arc revolving around this. Keith did dream that he was in Galra armor. Zarkon acknowledged him as having the fighting style of a Galra. Keith himself kind of lost it in that fight.

Let’s just hope Lotor doesn’t figure out how to trigger this transformation. Because if he does? All he needs to do is broadcast it across the universe, and it’s over. Voltron will be devastated. No one is going to trust a Galra leading the most powerful weapon in the universe.

I know people have already discussed this, but these are just my thoughts on the subject. We haven’t seen the last of Galra Keith.

A thought I come back to about the idea of Keith hypothetically “turning purple” is like…

Entirely besides the issue of Keith having self-esteem issues or acceptance issues or such, there’s a whole angle of…

It’s kind of like if you had spent your entire life without any mirrors, with your body covered from the neck down, and one day someone actually hands you a mirror and “Wait am I a redhead? I have freckles? Is my nose really shaped like that?”

Because that’s just it. We know Keith has some amount of galra heritage. We also know the galra are kind of a highly diverse species.

Appearance is, for better and for worse, an element of identity. There’s all manner of well-meaning platitudes of beauty is only skin-deep and inside we’re all the same or some such but honestly- there are things that become meaningful to us because they are traits about the body that we inhabit. It’s a little ridiculous that we wouldn’t in some way be affected by our appearance. We sorta live here.

So entirely outside of Keith dealing with sentiments brought to the surface- his feeling like an outsider, his fear of rejection- Keith being able to actually take a good look at himself for probably the first time in his life and go “…this is me?”

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Afraid and Happy -- 5 times Ronan came out to the Gangsey, and 1 time Adam did.

hello!! i have been writing this fic for ao3 for the past few weeks now, and it is finally done!! i posted a teaser of it a little while ago and it did well on here, so i supposed i would upload the rest of it? fair warning: this is about 10k words, but it’s worth the read! if you prefer to read it on ao3 it is here

Part 1—Ronan had always known he was gay. He may not have known it in words, but the thought was always there, pressing somewhere in the back of his mind, waiting until Ronan was ready to fully reveal itself. When he did put words to the music playing dully in the back of his mind, he kept it to himself.  Ronan told himself that he wasn’t embarrassed, or ashamed. He pretended that he was just waiting for a better time to make himself known, if there ever was such a time. Ronan thought that maybe his life would always be too full of dead fathers and night terrors to have room for such nonsense ideas as sexualities. Whatever excuses he came up with for hiding himself, it was all the same: he was afraid.

Those were the thoughts that clouded Ronan’s mind as he sat at a Nino’s booth with Noah, Gansey, and Adam on a Wednesday evening. The three of them were all talking of a homecoming dance, Ronan excluded.

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Jaded Lovers

I am dating someone who I am afraid to touch.
His fragments are too familiar,
I see them every morning
in the reflection staring back at me.

We resemble a modern day Bonnie and Clyde only this time we’re running from ourselves, breaking our own hearts and robbing each other of the love we could feel. If only we could just, feel.

We wear armor instead, take it off to tangle in bed and wake feeling wounded in the light of the morning.

We dress in our jeans and our love proof vests and don’t talk about the blood shed the night before.

I touch my lover only skin deep because skin deep is all he’ll let me.

He feels me the same way and we stay this way because we’re both too afraid, to love one another fully.