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Karmic Meanings of Retrograde Planets in the Natal Chart

I found this on pathwaytoascension.com and I just wanted to share it with you because it is great information

When a  planet is retrograde, its energies are turned inward and becomes more  subjective. The energy is slower  manifesting in the external world, partly because the individual with  retrograde planets tends to think more deeply about the energies involved.  Many geniuses and leaders have retrograde   planets.

         According to Martin Schulman, in his Karmic  Astrology:  Retrogrades &  Reincarnation, Vol. II, retrograde planets tend to break the time  barrier.  The individual brings memories  of prior lifetimes into the present incarnation.  There  may be feelings of a “blending of lifetimes” characterized by the person  attempting to resolve issues that still appear to be unfinished.  The memories can be so vivid that the person   does not recognize them as “memories.” In Schulman’s words:  “He is living in a dulled phase of another  time zone whose irresistible magnetism seems even more important than his  current life.”  The individual keeps  re-living the experiences that relate to the particular retrograde planet.  

        Retrogrades operate through multiple  dimensions at the same time.   Thus, the  person may “be either behind or ahead of himself in this life while still  another part of self is not yet in this life at all.  In addition to this lack of synchronization  with chronological time, which in itself would be enough to upset most  individuals, he also experiences on still another plane, a rather unique  orientation in space.”  (Schulman)

         Schulman’s definition of a “Retrograde individual” refers to  having either:  1) 3 or more retrogrades  in the natal chart, 2) any one of the personal planets Retrograde, or 3) even  one single Retrograde planet near the Ascendant or Midheaven (the 10th house cusp is called the Midheaven).

        Again quoting Schulman:  “The Retrograde planet, with its powerful   karmic lessons being brought forward in this life tends to emphasize the matter  or form side of life, throwing man into the more primitive parts of himself  where his struggle for survival amidst the conditions and people around him  becomes predominant over the fulfillment of his Soul.  This becomes even more heightened in the case  of the inner [personal] Retrogrades (Mercury, Venus, & Mars) through which  man deals with the very same intimate, personal, and private parts of himself  which he has been struggling with since his beginning in time.”  

         It  is comforting and encouraging to know “that soul and spirit are above the laws  of karma” and all difficulties can be resolved.   Much spiritual growth can take place through the overcoming of the   difficulties involved with Retrograde planets.

PERSONAL  RETROGRADE PLANETS

The SUN and MOON  do not go retrograde.

MERCURY RETROGRADE – turns the mind inward, giving a  tendency to repeatedly go back over prior events and lessons.  The thought process is based in the   subconscious rather than the conscious mind.   This means the learning process  is more Right Brain than Left Brain; you absorb the essence rather than the  details.  For this reason, you are likely  to score lower on standardized and/or facts-oriented tests than those students  not having MERCURY RETROGRADE.  

         PARENTS,  BE ALERT – The child with MERCURY RETROGRADE is likely to be made to feel  and told that he/she is less intelligent than he/she really is.  This  child’s learning process is different, not less intelligent.

        The MERCURY RETROGRADE individual is  capable of tapping into the collective unconscious and of perceiving knowledge  from prior times.   This process is  unconscious.  Because you know more than  you can consciously communicate, frustration may set in.  You may become preoccupied with the form of  your ideas, creating barriers to the essence of your knowledge.

         Creative  outlets that require non-verbal communication, such as music and painting, are  an excellent means of expression for MERCURY RETROGRADE.  Many of our musical geniuses have MERCURY  RETROGRADE.  History is also a natural  outlet.

         MERCURY  RETROGRADE KARMA:  Relationships – with a tendency to  react to others “as if” they symbolize persons from the past.

VENUS RETROGRADE – indicates difficulty in  expressing freely your love and affection for others.  You may feel that you lack emotional  fulfillment and tend to interpret life’s events through the lens of “how much  am I loved or deprived of love?”   Emotionally based relationships can be difficult because you tend to  internalize and thereby exaggerate hurts.

         VENUS  RETROGRADE KARMA:  Relationships – reveals that your soul  carries memories of past life painful relationships and a great  misunderstanding about the nature of love.   The prior life intense emotional pain may result in a present tendency   to cut yourself off from fully experiencing the richness of love—out of fear of  being hurt once more.  You will tend to  react to the present as if it is the past, thereby pre-programming your present  love relationships.  You tend to block yourself  from happiness by trying too hard to achieve it.

         PARENTS:  Encourage your VENUS RETROGRADE child to engage in all activities that add beauty,  art, and love to his/her daily life.  VENUS  is the planet of beauty; teach your child to think and create in terms that  focus on enhancing life’s situations.   Loving an animal may be helpful; just make sure the child is also   learning to love people freely and within the present context.

MARS RETROGRADE – shifts the outward thrust of energy  characteristic of MARS and directs it inward.   You will tend to expend a lot of energy reliving internally your past  experiences.  Because you are constantly  to the past, you may inflict past life roles upon the persons in your present   life’s environment.  There is a strong tendency to place priority upon  fulfilling your spiritual desires, resulting in neglect of the physical body’s  needs.   An intentional focus on holistic  growth is needed.  Sexual experiences  can be less fulfilling because your energy is turned inward.  However, sex that is deeply rooted in love   between two partners and that strives for a mutual spiritual orgasm can be a  much more natural expression for MARS RETROGRADE.  

         MARS  RETROGRADE KARMA – indicates your actions  tend to be an effort to recreate situations from your prior lifetimes. You may expend energy in attempting to find people  in the present who can symbolize those who fulfilled you in the past.  You may try to act out all that you could not  express in prior lifetimes.  You may   over-react when your efforts fail to produce your desired results.  This over-reaction can result in “coming on”  too strongly, only to have people pull back.

JUPITER

Rules the Eternal  Self, the Planet of Wisdom

Jupiter is a source of enthusiasm, optimism, and the urge to seize the  opportunities offered to you in life.

JUPITER RETROGRADE turns its energy of expansion  inward, so that much inner growth takes place, often through spiritually  oriented studies.  JUPITER RETROGRADE tends to procrastinate and to plan, then  re-plan, to the point of failing to get anywhere with the thoroughly planned  project.  JUPITER RETROGRADE offers the opportunity for a highly spiritual  incarnation. You must seek your own Truth; for, the mundane and status quo is  likely to leave you feeling discontent.    You are a free-spirit and  cannot follow happily in the footsteps of others.  Great wisdom and prophetic ability can be  present, especially as you attain spiritual maturity.  JUPITER RETROGRADE can bring many déjà-vu   experiences; you can feel at home anywhere on the planet. 

THE DWELLER ON THE  THRESHOLD

The planet of self-discipline,  SATURN’s goal for you is perfection.

SATURN helps us  bear our karma and successfully pass our tests.  Until we willingly accept  self-discipline, we experience SATURN as feelings of limitation, deprivation,  delay, and disappointment.  SATURN’s  true desire is to grant us wisdom and compassion.

SATURN RETROGRADE is your signal that you are re-doing a lifetime.  This incarnation is your 2nd chance; thus, you will feel the burden of dealing with two lifetimes at  once.  You can, therefore, experience  inner doubts about your self-worth and your ability to overcome  difficulties.  The good news is that your  soul knows you have achieved the spiritual maturity required to re-do  successfully a lifetime.  You have in  prior lifetimes advanced through great personal struggles and sacrifices.  Now, as you learn to flow with SATURN’s  discipline, you will be rewarded with enormous wisdom.  SATURN is comfortable in RETROGRADE motion, and  as you flow with it, you develop the capacity to tap into all of your past life  wisdom and talents.  SATURN RETROGRADE is a sign of an old Soul who has advanced far on the  spiritual path.  Now, you have incarnated to perfect what you have learned. 

         SATURN  RETROGRADE KARMAthe re-doing of a  lifetime, with the extra weight that entails.  SATURN RETROGRADE will be serious about  getting it right this time.

OUTER RETROGRADE  PLANETS

URANUS RETROGRADE – creates difficulty in being  aware of and expressing your inner individuality.   There can be a rediscovery of ideas from  previous lifetimes.  URANUS RETROGRADE  gives you a compelling sense of responsibility toward personal growth because  you sense that human progress as a whole is enhanced as well.  You  are a forerunner of the future, very tapped into the richness of life.  You must be original; you must explore the  new; you must share your ideas with others.   You are a free spirit and  cannot be bound by seeking to have others understand what you are about.  Your path may be long and crooked, but you  can know extreme happiness while traveling it.

         URANUS  RETROGRADE KARMA – relates to karmic  family and societal difficulties. In  your efforts to both relate to others and to reform, your unconscious mind can  be transformed.  URANUS RETROGRADE can  play havoc with relationships because of your changeability, which can make you   appear hypocritical.  Your mental and  emotional bodies may struggle with each other, as you know you need to do one  thing while feeling that you need to do another.  URANUS RETROGRADE would have you lift your  consciousness above the emotional/mental bodies and focus on the intuitive  body.

NEPTUNE RETROGRADE – gives the desire to unveil mysteries and to expose religious shams.   You will have an intuitive awareness of  your subconscious mind, but may have difficulty making conscious  attunement.  NEPTUNE RETROGRADE attunes  much easier to the subconscious/unconscious when the focus is diverted by the  use of a tool, such as astrology, or while the conscious mind is occupied with  the task at hand.  It is, therefore, important to listen to and heed insights  that appear to come to you from “out of the blue.”

         NEPTUNE  RETROGRADE indicates the urge to view the material world in terms of its  significance to the Soul and its growth.   Thus, NEPTUNE RETROGRADE offers you the opportunity to achieve a very  advanced stage of spiritual evolution during this incarnation.  NEPTUNE RETROGRADE requires that you live in   the material world while remaining separate from it.  To  others, you will seem to lack the common sense that motivates the behavior of  others.  Instead, you vibrate to a  higher music, possessing a direct attunement with your Soul.  You are much more in touch with the cosmos  than the material world and know far more than you can express in words.

         NEPTUNE  RETROGRADE KARMA – You are living through a karma of learning how to distinguish between the dreams that will  bring true fulfillment and those that simply appear to do so.  This learning process can mean that you  attempt living one dream after the other.   Because NEPTUNE RETROGRADE, functioning on the personality-centered  level, can be confusing, you may tend not to trust your intuition—even though  you are highly intuitive

PLUTO RETROGRADEturns its transformative energy even more deeply into the   superconsciousness, bringing about an inner illumination long before you are  able to give it expression in the outer world.  PLUTO RETROGRADE indicates a carry-over of psychic powers from  previous lifetimes. These powers are  to be used in constructive ways only.   You will feel the struggle humanity is going through within yourself—humanity’s struggle is your struggle. You are aware of and feel responsible for  lifting your conscious awareness so that the consciousness of humanity can be  thereby lifted.

         PLUTO  RETROGRADE KARMA – A karmic debt is  owned to humanity stemming from the age indicated by the sign in which PLUTO is  located.  This debt is to be paid  through selfless service to humanity.  Tremendous spiritual growth is possible;  you have the opportunity to rise above the karma of the human race and step off  the wheel of rebirth.  PLUTO RETROGRADE  joins NEPTUNE RETROGRADE in asking that you live in the world, while remaining   separate from it.

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An Announcement and a Little Concern

Hello all! I’m sorry to put drama on your dashboards, but yesterday some information was brought to me and I need to be entirely clear and open about some things in order to protect myself, and hopefully to protect you guys too.

I have only one character in the game, Syrena Kalihd, and that will never change.

I am not Selene Kalihd (also known as @jaybartram / @princess-zeldaluna / Zelda Luna), and I have no ties whatsoever to this person. They are a pathological liar who lies and manipulates to knowingly and purposefully take character appearances and names, and then attempts to paint themselves as an innocent and unwitting party to gain sympathy. After the recent occurrence of someone making a duplicate of a character named Empress Quistis and using the false blog to slander that person’s name by sending hateful messages, I am more than a little wary of people taking other people’s character names and faces, and I feel I need to make it 100% clear that they are someone who made a willful decision to copy me, and they are not in any way an alt or secondary character of mine.

I am not someone who feels that similarities in character appearance warrant upset; the ffxiv character creator is fairly limited, and coincidental similarities or even duplicates are to be expected. But an active attempt to copy my character’s appearance and name is something that I’m uncomfortable with, and I am made even more uncomfortable by the fact that when questioned, Zelda claimed she doesn’t know me/has never seen me/did not copy me, despite that all of this is clearly untrue.

I will be presenting evidence; not because I am upset at the copying, but because I am upset at the lying, double dealing, and manipulation this person has exhibited, and I need to prove that this is not a coincidental similarity.

Buckle in guys, this is gonna be a bit of a ride.

Keep reading

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Quotes and excerpts from Dylan’s journal:

“I was delusional and thought she waved at me the last day of school. Oh well … my emotions are gone. So much past pain at once, my senses are numbed. The beauty of being numb.”

“I’d rather have nothing than be nothing." 

"I want to be free." 

"Farther and farther distant… that’s what’s happening… me & everything that zombies consider dear… just images, not life. Soon I will be at peace I hope…”

“I’ve always had a thing for the past - how it reacts to the present & the future - or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when i got so fucked up…”

“Sadness seems infinite, & the shell of happiness shines around. Yet the true despair overcomes it this lifetime.”

“The pain multiplies infinitely. never stops. Yet im here, STILL alone, still in pain.”

“The framework of society stands above & below me. The hardest thing to destroy, yet the weakest thing that exists. I know that i am different, yet i am afraid to tell the society. The possible abandonment, persecution is not something I want to face, yet it is so primitive to me. I guess being yourself means letting people know about inner thoughts too, not just opinions & fashions. (Heheh) I will be free one day, in the land of purity & my happiness, I will have a love, someone who is me in a way. Someday… Possibly thru this life, maybe another, but it will happen… ”

“Love is more valuable than anything I know. To love is to enter a completion of one’s self. I hate those who choose to destroy a love, who take it for granted. love is greater than life even. As i look for love, i feel i can’t find it. ever. but something tells me i will. Someday. Somewhere. As my love will find me. She feels as i do right now, i can feel it. we will be inseperable. Her & i. Whether it is [edited] or not, i think ill find it. (my love). we will be free, to explore the vast wonders of the stars. To cascade down everlong waterfalls, & thru the warmest seas of pure happiness… no limits… no limits. Nothing will stop us.”

“Nobody will help me.”

“I wonder if ill ever have a love.”

“Being made human
Without the possibility of BEING human
The cruelest of all punishments.”

“These moments will be lost in the depressions & caverns of the human books forever like, tears in rain, but the thoughts will be eternal. To explain the happiness is impossible even for fate. It’s just a pure halcyon set to last more existences than a conceivable number.”

“Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever existent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall.”

“Existence is pure hell & pure heaven at the same time. I will never stop wondering. The lost highway will never end.”

“Time to die, time to be free, time to love.”

“The zombies will never cause us pain anymore.”

“Fact: People are so unaware. … well, Ignorance is bliss I guess…. that would explain my depression.”

“I was Mr. Cutter tonight - I have 11 depressioners on my right hand now.”

“oooh god i want to die sooo bad… such a sad, desolate, lonely, unsalvageable i feel i am….. not fair, NOT FAIR!!!! I wanted happiness!! I never got it…”

“I think a lot. Think … think … that’s all my life is, just shitloads of thinking … all the time … my mind never stops… music runs 24/7 (except for sleep), just songs I hear, not necessarily good or bad, & thinking…" 

”My existence is shit to me – how I feel that I am in eternal suffering, in infinite directions in infinite realities. Yet these realities are fake – artificial, induced [?] by thought, how everything connects, yet its all so far apart…. & I sit & think…"

“I don’t fit in I’ve been thinking of suicide gives no hope, that I’ll be in my place wherever I go after this life … that I’ll finally not be at war with myself, the world, the universe – my mind, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE in me – my soul (existence)." 

”Goodbye, sorry to everyone… I just can’t take it … all the thoughts … too many … make my head twist… I must have happiness, love, peace. Goodbye"

“some zombies are smarter than others, some manipulate… like my parents.”

“It’s interesting, when I’m in my human form, knowing I’m going to die. Everything has a touch of triviality to it. Like how none of this calculus shit matters. The way it shouldn’t. the truth. In 26.4 hours, I’ll be dead, & in happiness. The little zombie human fags will know their errors, & be forever suffering and mournful”

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Dylan’s journal

1: Fact: People are so unaware…. well, ignorance is bliss I guess…. that would explain my depression. - Dylan
A Virtual Book
EXISTENCES
By: Dylan
Properties: This book cannot be opened by anyone except Dylan (some supernatural force blocks common people from entering).
<<-VoDkA->>
<<-Dylan->> 
2: The 4 stages from within: most, few, some, none
Me is place outside all the boxes. 
3: El Thoughtzos
Ah yes, this is me writing … just writing, nobody technically did anything, just I felt like throwing out my thoughts - this is a weird time, weird life, weird existence. As I sit here (partially drunk with a screwdriver) I think a lot. Think … think … that’s all my life is, just shitloads of thinking … all the time … my mind never stops … music runs 24/7 (except for sleep), just songs I hear, not necessarily good or bad, & thinking … about the asshole - in gym class, how he worries me, about driving, & my family, about friends & doings with them, about girls I know (mainly - & -) how I know I can never have them, yet I can still dream … I do shit to supposedly ‘cleanse’ myself in a spiritual, moral sort of way (deleting the wads on my computer, not getting drunk for periods of time, trying not to ridicule/make fun of people (-) at school), yet it does nothing to help my life morally. My existence is shit to me - how I feel that I am in eternal suffering, in infinite directions in infinite realities. Yet these realities are fake - artificial, induced (?) by thought, how everything connects, yet it’s all so far apart … & I sit & think … science is the way to find solutions to everything, right? I still think that, yet I see different views of shit now - like the mind - yet if the mind is viewed scientifically … hmm
I dwell in the past … thinking of good & bad memories. 
4: A lot on the past though … I’ve always had a thing for the past - how it reacts to the present & the future - or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when I got so fucked up w my mind, existence, problem - when Dylan Bennet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body … as I see the people at school - some good, some bad - I see how different I am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet I’m on such a greater scale of difference than everyone else (as far as I know, or guess). I see jocks having fun, friends, women, LIVEZ. 
Or rather shallow existences compared to mine (maybe) like ignorance = bliss. They don’t know beyond this world (how I do in my mind or in reality or in this existence) yet we each are lacking something that the other possesses - I lack the true human nature that Dylan owned & they lack the overdeveloped mind/imagination/knowledge tool. I don’t fit in here thinking of suicide gives me hope, that I’ll be in my place wherever I go after this life … that I’ll finally not be at war with myself, the world, the universe - my mind, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE in me - my soul (existence). & the routine is still monotonous, go to school, be scared & nervous, hoping that people can accept me … that I can accept them … the NIN (Nine Inch Nails) song Piggy is good for thought writing … The Lost Highway sounds like a movie about me … I’m gonna write later, bye   <<-VoDkA->>
5: Da ThoughtZ Jeah
Well well, back at it, yes (you say) whoever the fuck ‘you’ is, but yea. My life is still fucked, in case you care … maybe, … (not?) I have just lost fuckin 45$, & before that I lost my zippo & knife (I did get those back) Why the fuck is he being such an ASSHOLE??? (god I guess, whoever is the being which controls shit). He’s fucking me over big time & it pisses me off. Oooh god I HATE my life, I want to die really bad right now - let’s see what I have that’s good: A nice family, a good house, food, a couple of good friends, & possessions. What’s bad - no girls (friends or girlfriends), no other friends except a few, nobody accepting me even though I want to be accepted, me doing badly & being intimidated in any & all sports, me looking weird & acting shy - BIG problem, me getting bad grades, having no ambition of life, that’s the big shit. Anyway … I was Mr. Cutter tonight - I have 11 depressioners on my right hand now, & my favorite contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much. The battle between good & bad never ends … OK enough bitchin … well I’m not done yet. OK go … I don’t know  why I do wrong with people (mainly women) - it’s like they are set out to hate & ignore me, I never know what to say or do. - is soo fuckin lucky he has no idea how I suffer. 
6: Okay here’s some poetry … this is a display of one man in search of answers, never finding them, yet in hopelessness understands things …
Existence … what a strange word. He set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing relevant to himself. The pretty declarations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the undefinable, of the unknown. He explores the everything … using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions … the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then occurring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet separate. By experiencing the petty others actions, reactions, emotions, doings and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle. Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever existent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content. TTYL  <<-VoDkA->>
7: Thoughtz                                                                                                          Yo … whassup … heheheheh … know what’s weird? Everyone knows everyone. I swear - like I’m an outcast, & everyone is conspiring against me … Check it … (this isn’t good, but I need to write, so here ….                                             Within the known limits of time … within the conceived boundaries of space … the average human thinks those are the settings of existence … yet the ponderer, the outcast, the believer, helps out the human. “Think not of 2 dimensions”, says the ponderer, “but of 3, as your world is conceived of 3 dimensions, so is mine. While you explore the immediate physical boundaries of your body, you see in your 3 dimensions - L, W, & H, yet I, who is more mentally open to anything, see my 3 dimensions. My realm of thought - Time, Space, & THOUGHT. Thought is the most powerful thing that exists - anything conceivable can be produced, anything & everything is possible, even in your physical world.” After this so called “lecture” the common man feels confused, empty, & unaware. Yet those are the best emotions of a ponderer. The real difference is, a true ponderer will explore these emotions & what caused them. Another … a dream.                                                                                         Miles & miles of never ending grass, like a wheat. A farm, sunshine, a happy feeling in the presence, Absolutely nothing wrong, nothing ever is, contrary 180 (degrees) to normal life. No awareness, just pure bliss, unexplainable bliss, The only challenges are no challenge, & then … BAM!!! realization sets in, the world is the greatest punishment. Life.                                                            8: Hypnosis place - It is a sky - with one large cloud, & sort of cloud-made chair - the sun is at the head of the chair … 10 o’clock up into the sky … Below, I sometimes see mist, & the green (forest green) earth - sorta a city, yet I hear nothing. I relax on this chair - actually like a chaise - & I am talking … to what? I don’t know - it’s just there, I have the feeling that I know him, even though I consciously don’t … & we talk like we are the same person - like he’s my soul … The everlasting contrast …                                                                              Dark. Light. God. Lucifer. Heaven. Hell. GOOD. BAD. Yes, the everlasting-contrast. Since existence has known the ‘fight’ between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good, the ‘people’ on the earth see it as a battle they can win. HA fuckin morons. If people looked at History, they would see what happens. I think, too much, I understand, I am GOD compared to some of those un-existable brainless zombies. Yet, the actions of them interest me, like a kid with a new toy. Another contrast, more of a paradox, actually, like the advanced go for the undevelopeds realm, while some of the morons become everything dwellers - but exceptions to every rule, & this is a BIG exception - most morons never change, they never decide to live in the ‘everything’ frame of mind!              Laterz           <<-VoDkA->>                                                                                   9: <<-VoDkA->>’s Thoughts                                                                                   The - Situation                                                                                                             It is not good for me right now (like it ever is) … but anyway … My best friend ever: the friend who shared, experimented, laughed, took chances with & appreciated me more than any friend ever did has been ordained … “passed on” … in my book. Ever since - (who I wouldn’t mind killing) has loved him … that’s the only place he’s been with her … if anyone had any idea how sad I am … I mean we were the TEAM. When him & I first were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me & shared very common interests. Ever since 7th grade, I’ve felt lonely … when - came around, I finally felt happiness (sometimes) we did cigars, drinking, sabotage to houses, EVERYTHING for the first time together & now that he’s “moved on” I feel so lonely, without a friend. Oh well, maybe he’ll come around -> … I hope.               That’s all - for this topic - maybe I’ll never see this again. (-> ô=-   -=ô)                 <<-VoDkA->>                                                                                                                10: My 1st Love????                                                                                               OH my God … I am almost sure I am in love … with -. Hehehe … such a strange name, like mine … yet everything about her I love. From her good body to her almost perfect face, her charm, her wit & cunning, her NOT being popular. Her friends (who I know) - some - I just hope she likes me as much as I LOVE her. I think of her every second of every day. I want to be with her. I imagine me & her doing things together, the sound of her laugh, I picture her face, I love her. If - soulmates exist, then I think I’ve found mine. I hope she likes Techno … :-)             -, I love you                                                                                                             - Dylan

the-moon-loves-the-sea  asked:

t'pura or mcspirk :)

Oh, I am so glad you asked for this one, my dear. TOS McSpirk is the ship that is nearest and dearest to my heart. I have so many feels, and so many headcanons, but I’ve always been a little intimidated of voicing them, because these three are just so damn important. Bear with me as I try my very best to do the triumvirate justice. @gracieminabox, I’m tagging you, too, solely because we’ve talked about some of this (or you’ve listened to me ramble at length, you wonderful person, you) and I am just drowning in my feels - throw me a life preserver, will ya?


Who said “I love you” first

None of them use the words.

It’s not something that needs to be spoken. 

Carrying another’s soul changes a man. Everything, everything Spock’s ever seen and known and done, Len’s right in the thick of it all. 

It’s as horrifying as it is mind-boggling. Len’s a deeply private person, and having someone else in his head, a rival, a friend, giving him a front row seat to all of his flaws and doubts and failings, well, that’s almost more than Len can bear.

Turns out, their minds are remarkably compatible. The man Len had sparred with, served with, depended on, fought against, and trusted with his very life becomes so deeply intertwined in Len’s consciousness that he can hardly separate where Leonard H. McCoy ends and S’chn T’gai Spock begins. They are one and the same, a duality housed in a single vessel, twin souls sharing a fragile human body.

Len’s shocked to find that Spock… still is, for lack of a better term. The living soul of another - katra, Spock corrects him pointedly - is just that, living. Spock is in the present; he reacts, and he thinks - boy, does he think, Len realizes - and Len very quickly has a hard time distinguishing between the thoughts that arise from his own mind, and those that are of Spock.

There’s no way to block it, either. 

 Len learns a very many things, seeing the world through Spock’s eyes. 

He learns that Jim is Spock’s t’hy’la (he’s not surprised at this, not a bit, he just hadn’t realized that “bromance” was an official Vulcan relationship with an official Vulcan name).

He learns that Vulcans feel emotions. Vulcans feel emotions very strongly, in fact. 

He learns about Spock’s past. About his childhood, about his home.

And he learns about himself.

It’s harder with Jim. Len catches the shadow of Jim’s essence through the fragile t’hy’la bond, like echoes in an empty room, but it’s dimmed, somehow, and Len can never be quite sure if the snatches of emotion and bleeding of thoughts that seem to emanate from Jim come from Jim-of-the-moment or memories of past-Jim supplied by the Spock who lives only in his head. Time seems to shift and bend, swirls of before looping over glints of today, Spock’s unfettered desire for Jim Kirk mingling and compounding with Len’s own until Len can hardly hold himself back (but he must, he must), and the whole situation is enough to give him a pounding migraine that lasts for months.

Later, when Len wakes up on a stone slab with a throbbing head and a clawing emptiness in his soul, he realizes that he can still feel Spock.

Or rather, he can feel where Spock’s not

There’s a gaping hole in Len’s mind, where there should be the swirling thoughts of another. It’s a devastating, godawful feeling. Len’s known heartbreak before, countless times in countless ways, but this is different, starker, more absolute. There’s a piece of him missing, a whole other side of him gone, and Len feels as if he’s slowly breaking apart, as if everything that’s ever made him the man he is is slowly crumbling around him.

He hardly even recognizes himself.

Spock seems to be shutting him out. 

Spock, for his part, doesn’t know what to make of it. There is t’hy’la, his face so well-known and well-loved, the face that colors so many of his memories - “Your name is Jim,” - but there is the other, too. He has a bond with the other, the other whose face is so familiar and so beloved, the other who evokes such strange and bewildering emotions from his vulnerable heart. Their bond is wide open and blazing, like fire, like the sun, blinding in its brilliance. His memories are muddled and unexpected, colored by a lens that is not his, and Spock has a deeper understanding of the world and all that is in it than he’s ever remembered knowing before, a new, strange, human perspective. His knows a grief that is not his own, failures and triumphs and fierce pride and love, love, love, and a heartbreak, a loneliness that keens and blends with his own loneliness, thoughts that pulse and thrum and churn and break against his own thoughts.

“Remember.”

Spock snaps his barriers up with a force that very nearly sends him reeling.

It takes him time to sort it out, to tease apart the trappings of his own mind and to separate his own experiences from those of Leonard McCoy. 

“I’m gonna tell you something that I never thought I’d ever hear myself say. But it seems I’ve missed you. And I don’t know if I could stand to lose you again.”

It is only later, treading water in the tiny whale-tank on a centuries-old Earth, that Spock comes back to himself. 

“I am Spock,” he tells her. 

And he knows, then, that he is Spock, and that Jim is Jim, and that Leonard is Leonard, and that together, they are something new.

He waits for the opportune moment. 

It’s a… surprisingly difficult discipline, the waiting.

He manages it until the council hearing, and then he can resist it no longer, moving to stand next to Jim and dropping his barriers just for an instant, hardly even glancing up to meet Leonard’s gaze.

He doesn’t have to - Leonard’s answering thrill of wonder and anticipation is like the rising of the sun, blazing and blinding in its brilliance, and its all there, magnified exponentially between them, joy, joy, joy, and love, love, love.

He finds them together that night, waiting for him in his own cabin.


Who would have the others’ picture as their phone background

There aren’t many photographs of just the three of them.

The background of Jim’s PADD is a picture of David.

The background of Len’s PADD is solid black. Spock and Len are remarkably similar in that (and in many other) regard. Len, in any universe, prefers not to let anything distract him from his work, and it never occurs to Spock to personalize an object that is so clearly intended for his professional use.  

Spock, though, is the one who collects objects of sentimental value.

It is only logical to do so. Jim and Leonard are human; he will likely outlive them both by at least a century. A broken marriage bond can easily drive an otherwise healthy Vulcan into insanity, and once failed, the Kohlinar is no longer an option - Spock knows, deep in his most secret thoughts, that he would not make another attempt at purging his emotions, even if he could.

It is far, far too late for that.

So he stores away small things, a photo of the bridge crew, a scrap of napkin that Jim has scrawled on, a snapshot of Len smiling under the Georgia sun, mementos, moments, little glimpses of a life well-lived. He keeps them all carefully hidden in a tiny box - “This is my logic,” -  saving them for the day when memories are all he will have left of Leonard and Jim, these two extraordinary human men who have captured his heart so completely.

It is but a small price to pay, or so Spock tells himself.


Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Len scrawls their names in the traditional vanu-tanaf-kitaunin, fingers tracing the elaborate loops and curves with a muscle memory that is not his own, the mirror squeaking softly as he writes.

Spock stands at his shoulder as if to correct him, never speaking, only watching. 

At length, Len pulls back. “Well, what do you think, Spock?” he asks, and Jim can see by the glint in his eye that he’s pleased with himself. “Not too bad, for a first try.”

Spock leans over him without a word, trailing one long finger at the edge of Len’s handiwork. “A satisfactory attempt,” he murmurs, flicking deftly to adjust the curve of serif that Len had neglected. “For a human.”

“Very pretty, Bones,” Jim reaches around them both, making his own mark on the glass. 

JTK was here.

Len lifts his eyes heavenward and sighs. 


Who buys the others cheesy gifts

Jim Kirk buys the cheesy gifts.

An “I <3 NY” shirt for Spock.

Red suede cowboy boots for Len (who wears them proudly).

“World’s Best Husband” mugs for all three of them.


Who initiated the first kiss

Len and Jim have kissed several times before the initiation of their relationship. 

Len and Jim have been each others’ best friend, drinking buddy, and wing man for years. They’ve participated in more than a few wild nights - most notably that one exceptional shore leave on Argelius - and neither of them are adverse to a little inebriated physical affection.

After all, what’s a kiss between friends?

Spock and Jim, at the time of Spock’s death, were only beginning to explore their physical relationship. Spock had initiated a few superficial melds, but Jim, for the most part, remained aware of the t’hy’la bond only in passing, and Spock had only briefly introduced him to the Vulcan ozh’esta. 

Never a full, proper, human, lips on lips kiss.

Later, after the fal-tor-pan and the awful excursion to the 20th century - whales, really? - and the revelation of Jim’s council meeting - “Mr. President, I stand with my shipmates,” - Len knows it’s time.

He doesn’t need to approach Spock. For one glorious moment, Spock had dropped the barriers between them, and the bond had flared to life, singing in Len’s mind, an all-consuming joy so sudden and fierce that it had very nearly brought Len to his knees.

He manages to keep himself upright, but only just, basking in the glow of Spock’s presence against his, so long-missed, so absolutely vital. They share the moment, both an instant and an eternity, and when Spock pulls back, Len has the sensation of falling into himself. He’s left with a new understanding and a contentment like he’s never known, save for the dull ache of desire in his deep in his chest.

He finds Jim, and he lays it all on the table.

Jim’s intake of breath, after Len finally runs out of words, is sharp, harsh, and Len is afraid, for one terrible moment, that he’s misjudged things horribly.

“Oh, Bones,” Jim breathes, and then he’s kissing Len for all he’s worth, taking Len by the upper arms and pulling him onto his toes.

Jim’s lips are warm and soft and familiar and right on his, and Len realizes, suddenly, that this is only the beginning. 

It’s the most joyful thing he’s ever known.


Who kisses the others awake in the morning

Not Jim.

Otherwise, it depends on who wakes first.

Typically, this is Spock. Vulcans require less sleep than humans, so its typically Spock tracing the curve of Jim’s jaw or the edge of Leonard brow, with his lips, with his fingers, with his tongue.

Sometimes, though, it’s Len. Len is a nuzzler. Len likes to bury his face in the crook of Spock’s neck and to curl his body protectively around Jim’s. Len kisses the hollow of Jim’s throat, the soft patch of skin behind Spock’s ears, running his fingers down their chests and shoulders, paying special attention to the sensitive spots on the inside of Spock’s elbows.

Jim’s a little more passive. On the rare occasion that he’s up first, he likes to lay beside his husbands and watch them. Len, early bird though he is, is a total bear when he’s woken from a dead sleep, and it is so rare to catch Spock unawares that Jim feels as if he’s obligated to savor the moment. Spock’s face is relaxed, the tension and sharp lines fallen away, and Bones, though he’ll deny it to his dying day, snores softly and smacks his lips in his sleep. 

Jim wouldn’t wake them for the world.


Who starts tickle fights

Jim is typically the instigator of the tickle fight.

Len’s got a tiny spot just at his inner thigh that sets him giggling until he can hardly breathe, red-faced and panting, tears running down his cheeks.

Jim lives for these moments.

Len’s retribution, when he can finally manage it, is swift and brutal. Jim may be bigger and stronger, but Len is fast. He sprawls on top of Jim, long fingers extracting their revenge with all the precision and finesse of a highly skilled surgeon. 

Jim Kirk begs for mercy.

Spock watches it all impassively from the corner of the bed, the gentle thrum of satisfaction that filters through their bond the only evidence of his amusement.

Until Len exploits his superior knowledge of Vulcan physiology, that is.


Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Surprisingly, this is Spock.

Jim doesn’t ask if he can join Len, not that Len expects it. He pushes his way through the sliding glass door, and automatically Len shifts to accommodate him, without a word.

Jim, though, is remarkably efficient with their shared time in the shower. He hops in, does his business, and hops out, dripping little puddles all over the bathroom floor and humming softly under his breath.

Len takes his sweet time. There’s something wonderful about the thrum of real water on his bare skin, and despite the environmental control systems on board the Enterprise, the vastness of space leaves him feeling cold and hollow. A hot shower is a comfort, and he savors it.

Spock is strangely drawn to Leonard during these moments. It’s as if something in the water melts whatever subtle barriers remain between them, and Spock finds himself dumbstruck by Leonard, Leonard with his eyes closed and his face upturned, lips parted just slightly, Leonard who’s completely oblivious of Spock’s presence, just standing utterly still and letting the water fall over him like rain.

The words, May I join you, are hardly out of Spock’s mouth before Len’s breathing a harsh, “Yeah,” and Spock is shedding his cloak and climbing deftly into the shower with his bondmate.

Jim finds them a long time later. “Well, thanks for the invitation,” he manages just before Spock yanks him into the downpour, shirt and all.


Who surprises the others at work with lunch

They all eat lunch together, when they can.

It’s actually an old habit. During the five year mission, Jim would often have his lunch with Bones in the sickbay, or with Spock, when they could both leave the bridge. Occasionally, when their schedules allowed it, they’d all take their lunch breaks together in the mess hall, Bones sassing at Spock, Spock snarking at Bones, Jim indulgently running interference between them (and often subtly egging them on).

Now, years later, the pattern hasn’t changed. Bones still sasses Spock, Spock still snarks Bones, Jim still looks on in besotted amusement.

Some things never change.


Who was nervous and shy on the first date

There’s not a first date, necessarily. 

After the kiss - it’s a particularly long kiss - Jim can hardly find words. 

“Bones,” he breathes, eyes wide and a little bit desperate. “Are you sure? He’s -”

“Jim,” Len takes Jim’s hand in his own. “I’m sure.”

They wait for Spock together.

Len’s certain, this time. The look Spock had given him across the council chamber had said enough.

The bond had said everything.

The door opens, and there’s a beat of silence.

It all hangs in the balance. The past, the future, literal lifetimes shared between them.

“Spock,” Jim bursts. He takes half a step forward, then stops suddenly, as if reminding himself, “Be gentle, don’t press.”

“Jim. Leonard.” Spock nods toward them, utterly serene, his dark eyes giving nothing away.

Len feels as if his heart’s about to burst.

Enough, enough.

“Oh, god, c’mere,” he chokes, throwing his arms open wide and shoving all of his love, his wonder, all of himself toward the Spock-shaped hole in his heart.

Spock moves, the barriers fall, and the bond sings.


Who kills/takes out the spiders

Spock is the best at catching the spiders. 

Len’s too busy harassing Jim. “Haven’t seen you jump so high in years,” he laughs.

“Could be poisonous,” Jim informs him primly, stepping lithely down from the dresser only after Spock has relocated the offending critter outside. “Better safe than sorry, you know, Bones.”

“I’ll remember you said that,” Len tells him pointedly, “the next time you decide to scale a goddamn cliff face with no safety gear!”

Jim does not honor this with a response.


Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Len is the tactile one of the three, and this is only exaggerated when he’s drunk. He worships his lovers with his hands and with his body, litany of murmured praises falling like honey from his lips.

Spock is seldom inebriated. In fact, he’s far more likely to act as a keeper to Len and Jim, silly humans with their silly love of recreational cognitive impairment. He keeps a watchful eye on the two of them, carefully concealing his indulgent amusement at their drunken antics.

Rarely, though, Spock will have a piece of Jim’s chocolate pie, or accept Len’s offer of a drink (Len never fails to offer).

Then, Spock becomes a wild thing, a Vulcan of the days of old, a physical being in the most inherent sense. Making love is an art and a science, and Spock, particularly when he loses his inhibitions, excels at it. The somatosensory cortex of a Vulcan brain is exquisitely complex, and that, coupled with the ingenuity and innate intensity of the human experience, renders Spock completely powerless to his own desires. He throws himself into his task, flooding the bond wide open and laying waste to his mates’ bodies with a fervor and ferocity that borders on primal, delighting in the heat of their skin under his.

Len, for his part, can never quite contain his thrill of anticipation when Spock’s fingers subtly brush his as he passes Spock the bottle of Saurian brandy.

Jim is the romantic. 

Jim, when he’s drunk, serenades his husbands with classical literature, and sometimes, with old-earth love songs.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help

Falling in love with you

Len joins him occasionally, when he’s had enough that the long forgotten lyrics come easily and he forgets the warble in his voice. 

Like a river flows 

Surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

They join hands, swaying a little with the rhythm of the music and the alcohol. Jim reaches toward Spock, drawing him in, holding him close, and Spock allows it, allows his free fingers to slip into Leonard’s, allows the glow of the moment to wash over him, allows himself the simple joy of just being here, with them, together, these two humans who he loves more than life itself.

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help

Falling in love with you


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ASTRO’s reaction to their s/o doing aegyo on a variety show

As requested by @icanparkjimin ^u^ I chose some weird gifs for this one xd

San Ha

He’d be caught off guard, and would let out a quiet exclamation, like “Oh!”. San Ha would be very pleased by the natural aegyo of his s/o. As soon as they were done, he’d start clapping with too much enthusiasm, in that adorable manner that involves his fingers only.

Originally posted by ddoca


Rocky

Internally both cringing and fanboying, he would overreact, doing wide movements with his arms. To be honest, he’d probably fall off his chair, and try to pass it off as nothing, while avoiding eye contact with his concerned s/o.

Originally posted by moonha


Moon Bin

He would grin widely, bringing his hands up to his face, overwhelmed by his emotions. Binnie would try to distract himself by looking at his members, but they’d all be staring at his s/o. His joyful expression wouldn’t fade until the end of the show, because 50% of his mind would be filled with the image of his love’s aegyo.

Originally posted by 6astros

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Pokémon GO and the real world reaction

I’ve been grabbing pictures of how the “Real world” has been reacting to  PokémonGO.  I present them with no comment, but I admit my bias in what I’ve been grabbing (stuff that I find interesting) so don’t take this as perfect representation.

(Edit : I’ve been made aware that this is an edited image.  I found the original, the sign originally said “Restrooms” not “Pokemon”.  That said, I have found  DOZENS of legit signs like this, some of which you can see in part 2)

(Edit adding : A lot of zoos are TOTALLY on board with the PokemonGo thing, as you can see from twittergrabs)

Dylan Quotes

“I wanted happiness, I never got it”

“I am purity. Darkness. Romanticism. Professionalism. Existence. Complacence. Power. Pain. Everything is black. I am everything. “

“No emotions. Not caring. Yet another stage in this shit life. Suicide…”

“Goodbye, sorry to everyone… I just can’t take it… all the thoughts… too many… make my head twist.. i must have happiness, love, peace. Goodbye.”

“I hate those who choose to destroy a love, who take it for granted.”

“I’d rather have nothing than be nothing.”

“Existence…what a strange word.”

“The battle between good and bad never ends.”

“If it was true that you loved me as I do you, I would find a way to survive. Anything to be with you. I would enjoy life knowing that you loved me.”

“I don’t fit in here and thinking of suicide gives me hope, that i’ll be in my place wherever I go after this life… that I’ll finally not be at war with myself, the world, the universe-my mind, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE in me-my soul [existence]”

“All people I ever might have loved have abandoned me”

“I wonder if I’ll ever have a love”

“Being made human without the possibility of BEING human. The cruelest of all punishments.”

“The true existence lives in solitude, always aware, always infinite, always, looking, for, his love.”

“Nobody will help me”

“Hey mum. Gotta go. It’s about a half an hour before our little judgement day. I just wanted to apologize to you guys for any crap this might instigate as far as [inaudible] or something. Just know I’m going to a better place. I didn’t like life too much and I know I’ll be happy wherever the fuck I go. So I’m gone. Goodbye.”

“NBK will be the ultimate revenge, to our shitlists, the pigs, everyone! We’ll fuckin ‘take care of business’ to be sure, So Indigo, as we near the day of fate … AAAA FUCKIT! Just let it come. They will know when gods get pissed of … the little pussies will feel the shotgun shells & the bullets. Just like that little piglet at community service. They need to die sooo bad. Now they will”

“I was delusional and thought she waved at me the last day of school. Oh well … my emotions are gone. So much past pain at once, my senses are numbed. The beauty of being numb.”

“I want to be free.”

“Farther and farther distant… that’s what’s happening… me & everything that zombies consider dear… just images, not life. Soon I will be at peace I hope…”

“I’ve always had a thing for the past - how it reacts to the present & the future - or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when i got so fucked up…”

“Sadness seems infinite, & the shell of happiness shines around. Yet the true despair overcomes it this lifetime.”

“The pain multiplies infinitely. never stops. Yet im here, STILL alone, still in pain.”

“The framework of society stands above & below me. The hardest thing to destroy, yet the weakest thing that exists. I know that i am different, yet i am afraid to tell the society. The possible abandonment, persecution is not something I want to face, yet it is so primitive to me. I guess being yourself means letting people know about inner thoughts too, not just opinions & fashions. (Heheh) I will be free one day, in the land of purity & my happiness, I will have a love, someone who is me in a way. Someday… Possibly thru this life, maybe another, but it will happen… ”

“Love is more valuable than anything I know. To love is to enter a completion of one’s self. I hate those who choose to destroy a love, who take it for granted. love is greater than life even. As i look for love, i feel i can’t find it. ever. but something tells me i will. Someday. Somewhere. As my love will find me. She feels as i do right now, i can feel it. we will be inseperable. Her & i. Whether it is [edited] or not, i think ill find it. (my love). we will be free, to explore the vast wonders of the stars. To cascade down everlong waterfalls, & thru the warmest seas of pure happiness… no limits… no limits. Nothing will stop us.”

“These moments will be lost in the depressions & caverns of the human books forever like, tears in rain, but the thoughts will be eternal. To explain the happiness is impossible even for fate. It’s just a pure halcyon set to last more existences than a conceivable number.”

“Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever existent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall.”

“Existence is pure hell & pure heaven at the same time. I will never stop wondering. The lost highway will never end.”

“Time to die, time to be free, time to love.”

“The zombies will never cause us pain anymore.”

“Fact: People are so unaware. … well, Ignorance is bliss I guess…. that would explain my depression.”

“I was Mr. Cutter tonight - I have 11 depressioners on my right hand now.”

“oooh god i want to die sooo bad… such a sad, desolate, lonely, unsalvageable i feel i am….. not fair, NOT FAIR!!!! I wanted happiness!! I never got it…”

“I think a lot. Think … think … that’s all my life is, just shitloads of thinking … all the time … my mind never stops… music runs 24/7 (except for sleep), just songs I hear, not necessarily good or bad, & thinking…” 

”My existence is shit to me – how I feel that I am in eternal suffering, in infinite directions in infinite realities. Yet these realities are fake – artificial, induced [?] by thought, how everything connects, yet its all so far apart…. & I sit & think…"

“some zombies are smarter than others, some manipulate… like my parents.”

“It’s interesting, when I’m in my human form, knowing I’m going to die. Everything has a touch of triviality to it. Like how none of this calculus shit matters. The way it shouldn’t. the truth. In 26.4 hours, I’ll be dead, & in happiness. The little zombie human fags will know their errors, & be forever suffering and mournful”

Awareness signs the warrant for suffering.

“I’m forever sorry, infinitely, about the pornos. My humanity has a foot fetish & bondage extreme liking. I try to thwart it sometimes to no effect. Yet the masturbation has stopped.”  

“Love is more valuable than anything I know. To love is to enter a completion of one’s self. I hate those who choose to destroy a love.”

“My wrath for January’s incident will be…godlike”

Riverdale: Veronica Lodge [ESFP]

OFFICIAL TYPING by bookwormbanshee

*May contain spoilers! I did try to keep things as vague as possible.*

Extroverted Sensing (Se): “I don’t follow rules, I make them. And when necessary, I break them.” Extremely reactive, Veronica lives in the moment. She’s very adaptable and settles into Riverdale very quickly. Outgoing and fiery, Veronica is not intimidated by the social traditions and hierarchy of Riverdale High, instead she challenges it. Occasionally, Veronica lives too much in the moment, such as when she kissed Archie in the closet. Incredibly fashion-forward, Veronica has expensive taste and appreciates the finer things in life. She loves refined cinema and popular culture. 

Introverted Feeling (Fi): Though she loves expensive bags and clothes, she realizes those aren’t the most important things in life. “They’re just things.” Family and friends are especially important to Veronica. While she cares deeply about those close to her and wishes to understand and assist with their struggles, Veronica keeps her own issues to herself. When she is bullied, for instance, she keeps it from her mother and deals with it herself. Veronica doesn’t openly display her emotions. Her emotional strength, internal or not, allows her to accept others and be there for them if she feels they need it (specifically Cheryl).

Extroverted Thinking (Te): Veronica executes quickly as she lives so presently and reacts so quickly. When she is the subject of bullying, she immediately storms off to confront the culprit. When Cheryl insults a group of girls, Veronica stands up for them and then helps to implement the plan to get revenge for them all. She can be somewhat calculated and concise when it is called for. Her manner of speaking is often blunt and direct.

Introverted Intuition (Ni): One singular focus remains a constant in her life: she wants to be a better person. Since leaving New York, Veronica wishes to leave her reputation and past ways behind. Hoping to become a better version of herself, Veronica sets a goal and works toward it. Still, she has some blind spots as this narrow, long-term thinking is not her primary nature.

The way Allura reacts to Lance’s flirting vs the way other feminine presenting aliens react is vastly different. Besides Allura, every single feminine presenting alien, who we can assume are all within Lance’s age range mentally, have reciprocated Lance’s advances in one way or another, either by smiling, giggling, or blushing. These are all the typical reactions a teenager would have in response to a cute boy being goofy and charmingly flirtatious. In contrast, Allura has not only responded negatively, but has rolled her eyes/sighed/facepalmed, which suggests she finds Lance’s antics immature, and that they no affect on her whatsoever. If she had rejected him in such a way as seriously telling him she wasn’t interested, that would be one thing, but to have her sigh and rub her temples implies he is much more childish than her; and when compared to every single other object of Lance’s affections, it paints her in a more mature light than ALL of them.

star-shells  asked:

This is about the disabled villains trope thing... Yes, it is a common trope seen in villains but there are a lot of heroes who are also disabled like...Charles Xavier who is paralyzed, daredevil is blind, Cable who is pretty a cyborg, Echo is deaf, and a lot of other heroes. And those are only a few from marvel. There will be disabled villains as there will be heroes.

ok no here’s the reality

  1. There are far more disabled villains then there are heroes, you named some of the few we have in comic books, note that only two of those you mentioned are in the films so far, meanwhile as I mentioned in the post every single villain in the amazing spiderman films was disabled, we have the joker from the batman franchise, harley quinn as well, killian from iron man 3, all of the reavers in logan, darth vader in star wars, every bond villain, captain hook, davros in doctor who, deucalion in teen wolf, the governor on the walking dead and this is just a handful lmao
  2. Second and more importantly, the issue I raised in the post is not just the existence of villains who happen to be disabled but the way that media always tries to link their villainy and disability, that they are not villains who are disabled but are ‘disabled villains’. They do bad shit because they;re bitter or mentally ill or cure seeking, or they are marked out as the villain by their obvious physical differences. When a villain ominously walks forward with the ‘clunk’ of their prosthetic leg reverberating that is using that person being disabled as some kind of threat. The writer knows that many people, whether they realise it or not, fear and hate disabled people and will react accordingly when presented with this. Tese portrayals continue to reinforce the idea of disabled people as being wrong and scary and help contribute to violence against us
  3. Also, disabled heroes get treated appallingly and often get cured, how often has Charles being walking around because it was convenient for the plot lmao, Clint;s deafness was erased for years in the comics and is nonexistant in the movies, Matt’s blindness gets ignored as much as possible by some writers to the extent where it seemingly makes no difference to him and the way all of these characters get treated by the fandoms is frankly horrifying

You’re ignoring the issue here and trying to simplify it and I’d appreciate if you properly read my posts before coming to my inbox in future

hey, do you guys remember that double murder plan prompt from a few days ago? would it be too much trouble to request how would the boys react if they were presented with that situation?

This was trickier to write than I thought it would be! For the first double murder prompt, go here. I hope you enjoy this.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • At first he raises an eyebrow to your proposal.
  • He most certainly didn’t expect this of you
  • But after several minutes of careful thought, you see something in his expression change
  • Beneath his mask, you can see his cheeks go up with a grin
  • His eyes seemed to gleam with a sort of morbid curiosity
  • He had never seen this side of you before!
  • This side of you that was so determined to leave that you would do anything
  • He found it incredible
  • He found it… beautiful.
  • He promised to do everything he could to help
  • If nothing else but to see what raw beauty will arise from your moment of human desperation
  • He performs his murder perfectly for your sake.

Rantarou Amami

  • He isn’t quite sure he heard you correctly
  • You want to do what?
  • Upon you explaining your idea to him again, his face grows stony
  • He… He didn’t know that you had it in you.
  • You’re actually going through with this?

  • He agrees to help you.
  • Rather reluctantly but he does agree.
  • His murder is sloppy and purposely riddled with hints
  • His execution is also sloppy and splattered with blood
  • However, they are too distracted with him to notice your murder
  • They do not figure out it was you until the very end
  • You thank him on your way out the door.

Kokichi Ouma

  • His face is completely blank as you tell him.
  • You start to get scared because you can’t tell what he’s thinking when you tell him
  • Whether he’s on board with the idea or not
  • But eventually his eyebrows go up and he says casually
  • “I think I might just have a plan for this.”
  • He sets up the plan like this:
  • You each set up a trap the only the other will be able to trigger
  • You won’t get to see the trap you set off.
  • “It’s so you won’t get linked to it,” he says.
  • When the time finally comes to activate the traps, you set off yours
  • There is only one victim.
  • During the trial, he won’t look you in the eye
  • He doesn’t give you away directly but you know he ever so gently pushed them toward the truth
  • You’re screaming and crying
  • Because how could he? You trusted him!
  • He simply looks on at you with disappointment as you are dragged away to your execution.

Shuuichi Saihara

  • His eyes widen in shock and his hand immediately goes over his mouth
  • While it would be easy for him to get away with it, he couldn’t live with himself if he ever went through with it!
  • Why are you even thinking of doing that?
  • He won’t help you.
  • At all.
  • He sits you down and tells you literally every reason why you should not try this plan.
  • By the end of it, you promise him that you won’t do it
  • He lets out a sigh of relief at that
  • He promises to try to get you out in some other way
  • You shouldn’t have to go that far… 

Kaito Momota

  • You explain it to him and he just kind of has his lips pressed into a line
  • When you’re done, he just kinda nods
  • The next thing you know, you’re on the ground with a throbbing in your cheek
  • You look up at him and his hands are trembling
  • What the hell?!
  • No!
  • You aren’t allowed to think like that!
  • He goes into an emotional rant on why you shouldn’t even consider doing that!
  • When he’s done, his body kind of slumps in exhaustion
  • You tell him that you won’t do it
  • He tells you not to mention it again

Kiibo

  • He doesn’t understand…
  • He gets that murdering someone and getting away with it will allow the murderer to leave but…
  • You want him to kill one of his friends…?
  • You want to kill someone?
  • B-But that’s wrong!
  • Killing is bad!
  • A-And that’s never a word he associated with you!
  • But you want to kill.
  • But it’s you!
  • But he can’t kill anyone with you!
  • But it’s you!
  • He might die if this plan fails!
  • But it’s y-
  • Error.
  • Er ro r.
  • E rr o r.

Gonta Gokuhara

  • Gonta was very happy to be talking with you at first!
  • But then, as he heard more and more of your idea…
  • By the end of it Gonta looked incredibly worried
  • Gonta gently grabbed you by the shoulders and asked if something happened
  • Because Gonta thinks you shouldn’t be thinking about things like that!
  • Gonta sits the both of you down
  • You and Gonta have a very very long talk about your other options
  • By the end of it, he gives you hug to make sure you’re okay

Ryouma Hoshi

  • His face darkens a bit when you tell him
  • He thinks your plan is stupid.
  • He thinks it’s going to get you killed…
  • But, he’ll do it.
  • If only so that you don’t take the fall if only one of you can be the blackened
  • He’s killed before and he’s not against doing it again if it’s for you
  • His hands are trembling the whole time, though
  • You go through with the plan and he’s the one who was caught
  • He smiles at you sadly as they drag him off.
  • At least you’ll be safe.

anonymous asked:

How would Link react if Sidon presented him with the Zora Armor instead of Mipha?

- he’s blushing. goodness his entire face is red

- cue sparkly anime eyes and that pinkish-orange background with blurry bubbles floating around

- he’s in love, like truly

- he never takes it off after he puts it on

- actually he takes it off once: after the wedding

- i’m sorry, mipha who??

-mod makar