The thing about Scorpio placements is that every few years you want to completely delete yourself and start fresh again from scratch. Socprio is the Phoenix that burns itself to rise from the ashes again. Scorpio is so eruptive and one minute they are in front of you and the next they are no longer there. Vanishing is their game. They can destroy and end anything in their life and then get it back to life.
Since I have a socprio midheaven at times I get so obssessed with the idea of deleting my blog, all of my social media accounts and disconnect from the world. It’s like there’s a need for us to die and then reborn ourselves again.
That’s why I do believe that Uranus is exalted in Scorpio, cause it revolte, searches and uncovers and then when its mission is done they destroy themselves to start fresh again.
Imagine surprising Sam with a new haircut along with a
change of wardrobe for a case.
A/N: If you’ve red my crappy writing then you know the drill. Its late and I was bored and Sammy…
Let’s not mention the fact that this is 1,278 words long
Just w/e :D
You weren’t the type of girl to dress up. At least not that
much anyway, in fact, you preferred jeans most of the time and on occasions if
you were feeling cute, your printed skater skirts along with whatever shirt you
found comfty. Ever since you started dating Sam, you’ve found yourself with an unhealthy
obsession for wearing his flannels even when they ended up looking pretty funny
on your much shorter body, but it was not like you could help it. They smelled
of him and in truth, they made you feel a little closer to him when he was away
with Dean in whatever case.
You on the other hand, stayed behind, preferring to dig any
information you could since that was your thing. Books and research. Honestly,
how did someone like Sam Winchester noticed you? Not that you really minded
though, especially when you remembered how it all began, surely that night was
engraved in your brain.
You sighed as you now stared at yourself in the mirror,
y/e/c glancing at your outfit for
anything that could be amiss or out of place. Fixing your newly cut bangs you
sighed once more, feeling anxious as your eyes shifted to your now short hair
that rested on your shoulder and neck in a symmetric bob, making you look more
mature and serious which made you slightly more apprehensive about the decision
of cutting it off in the first place.
‘What if Sam doesn’t like it?’ you panicked at the thought
and released another breath trying to calm yourself down. You knew he loved
your hair just as much as you loved his long locks that felt like silk every
time you wrapped your tiny hands on them.
A small smile crept onto your now red stained lips as heat
invaded your cheeks, painting them pink in a blush, but you quickly shook away
the thought of your fingers wrapped in the youngest Winchester’s hair and moved
to slip you black shiny heels on as you glanced at the ticking clock on the wall,
before making your way back to the full length mirror to inspect yourself once
Standing four inches taller made your figure-hugging skirt
look just perfect as the peak of the crossed skirt sat perfectly on your knees
while your legs looked longer. Adjusting your button down white shirt that
disappeared under the skirt, tucked away to give you a more professional look,
you turned to your side, your eyes widening slightly at the curve of your ass
and its magnificence in your current outfit. Another blush stained your cheeks
as you thought of how sexy you were looking and the boost of confidence it was
giving you, making another smile appear on your face.
Deciding it was time to stop being narcissist, you turned
around, grabbing your preferred perfume that smelled of pear, musk and white
ginger and sprayed some on your skin before tossing it back to the bed as you
grabbed you black blazer and headed outside, ready to fetch your man as you
could hear his voice while he talked to Dean.
With each step you took towards the boys, you could slightly
feel you confidence leaving your body. What if they thought it was too much?
You had spent a while trying to figure out what you were going to wear, but now
the confidence your outfit had given you back in your room, seemed to have
stayed behind as you struggled internally whenever to go play pretend as an FBI
agent with Sam or change back into your comfty clothes and stay in. Surely that
would disappoint him. He had been insisting you went with him on one of the
cases for a while and each time you declined, feeling your place was helping
them with any information they might had needed, but after much insistence, you
decided to oblige and make your baby happy.
‘Oh God…’ you thought as you were about to turn around when
Dean’s voice interrupted your escape plan.
His green eyes stared widely at you as a smirk played on his
face, making you feel even more self-conscious as your stomach dropped at the
sound of shuffling. You could feel Sam’s hazel eyes in your form, but kept your
head down, not daring to even glance in his direction to see his expression.
“Damn Sammy! Good luck with that!” Dean’s voice filled the
silent room in his usual cocky tone as he stood and patted his younger brother
on the back, before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving you alone with Sam.
Your heart skipped a bit, then two when you heard footsteps
heading in your direction and glanced up through your long mascara coated
lashes taking in Sam’s figure as he closed the space between the two of you,
now standing two feet in front of your tiny figure. Damnit! That suit was
making him so hot! But then again, he always looked good.
He closed the space slightly more as his large hand reached
slowly and grabbed the side of your neck, pulling you closer while he lifted
your chin with his thumb, making your e/c eyes meet his loving hazel ones while
holding one of those cute smiles that made you fall for him.
“You okay?” Sam asked, his gaze never leaving yours.
“I… is this too much?” You asked him timidly as you blushed
for the tenth time in less than an hour. His smile grew as he chuckled and his
head shook. “If anything, I think you’re gonna be distracting me.” A smile of
your own played on your face as his eyes gleamed with mischief while as his
other hand wrapped around your waist. The youngest Winchester bent slightly as
his lips made their way to your cheek, sliding in slow motion down to your neck
while he guided you to meet your back against a wall as his body pressed
against yours while he lavished your neck with his hot, delicious lips as the
hand that rested on your waist slid to your wide hips, his fingers gripping at
it, sinking into the layers of fabric that would surely prevent marks on your
skin for the time being.
A moan escaped your lips and you could feel Sam’s lips
twitch into a smirk before he pulled apart, making you whimper at the absence
of his lips on your tender skin. With a chuckle, the tall male leans in once
more to place a kiss on your bang-covered forehead before his eyes meet yours as
his hand reaches down for yours, lacing his much longer fingers with your own.
“We’ve got work to do. We should get going.” Once more, mischief
gleams in his eyes as he pulls away while still holding your hands. As Sam
reaches the door, Dean makes his way out of the kitchen, a beer in hand as he
calls out to his brother, handing the keys to the Impala. Your e/c eyes widen
as you hold back a giggle from leaving you red lips.
“Yeah brat…” The green eyed Winchester points at you before
turning his finger to his taller brother. “Take care of my Baby… and keep it in
your pants you two!” Dean says, his voice dead serious as his eyes glance
between you and Sam as he opens the door and steps outside, you following
“Don’t worry Deany, we promise to clean up afterwards” You
say to Dean, before winking at him and closing the door right behind you and
Am I the only one who proud for Pixelberry for coming so far? I mean, Pixelberry work hard to get their games to be noticed, the game that make everyone happy and the game that understand people that coming through of their life.
I still remember when some of Pixelberry’s writers work at EA, making stories for Surving High School and Cause Of Death, then after they left EA, they make High School Story. Many people seem to like the game, even myself. And I can’t belive there also a fandom of the mobile game itself. Even the fanart!
Then, Hollywood U came in. I was so obssess for that game, same with HSS during that. Hollywood U have some character that I really like (guess who!) and as for HSS, some of the topics/quest can be quite relatedable.
And, after Hollywood U and High School Story, Choices come in and now the game just become more trending on Google Play and everyone are actually talking about it. And I thought: Pixelberry really does go so far. Their game become successful.
Time files fast, don’t you think? I still remenber the moment I have Cause Of Death on my phone and I still playing High School Story and Hollywood U. Man, I miss those times. But hey, we need to move on!
Like I said, I proud for Pixelberry for going so far and being supportive to us, even though they’re busy and try to make everyone happy!
So like, theres so many loose ends???? Like it was common knowledge that Logan went on tons of adventures so much that no one batted an eye at him going to another continent, but …like we never hear about this?! He’s seen as a reclusive bookworm…. but he’s not!?! *bangs fists on table* give me more daredevil Logan!!
like this is so cute…….. this is so moe i’m sorry you tell me this came from tumblr and i’d believe you but it’s from the game and then they ask why is tumblr so obssessed with the masters like……. what more reason do you need
Why is my mom so obssessed with me 'wanting' to be things? If I say I'm depressed she'll say I 'want' to be depressed. If I've never once even said the word socialism around her, but she sees a kid my age on tv claim to be a socialist, suddenly I'm always going on about how I wanna be a socialist. It's like she's so afraid of me being "imperfect" that she's now over compensating for her personal fear by blaming me or something.
Parents have a hard time accepting that their kids are people in their own right and not clay figures molded by their parenting. It is the way parents have always been I fear. It is because you kids were so much easier to control before you learned to think for yourselves and lord knows we parents hate to relinquish control.
Friendly reminder to anyone who doesn’t want to receive a lecture in their chat messages from a stranger who wants them to stop believing Harry and Louis are together: Block @harrylouislove35
This applies to blogs of all sizes and follower counts - I’ve had three people so far today tell me that they’ve contacted them just now, and one of them was a sideblog with zero followers. If you haven’t blocked them, it’s only a matter of time before they find and message you too.