Aries: THEY ARE NOT ANGRY! Wtf, when they are arguing they are so chill and they know their words so well! Fuck u underestimating people! Aries are so chill and dreamy and in their own universe! They have such a big heart but too scared to show it! They LOVE gossip but they want silence.
Taurus: ~I can’t say that they are not hungry~ BUT THEY HAVE SUCH BIG HEARTS! They love others and they sacrifice for others! They are crybabies and they want a big family of friends! Too innocent ! RUN IF THEY ARE ANGRY! One look and u could be dead 😨
Gemini: WE’re not two faced! WE’re not full of gossip and shit! We are loyal, we love and live with our hearts and sometimes with our brains! We love art and we love family, we want peace and quiet and WE WANT TO BE UNDERSTOOD! We might get easily bored but that doesn’t mean we are BAD !
Cancer: IF THEY ARE THE CRYBABIES THAN I’M SANTA! They are SO MANLY ( even girls ), they are loyal and they will fight for the loved ones! So strong and full of courage! They have a heart and they love but because they love THEY ARE THE STRONGEST!
Leo: WTF BITCH?! If they are so proud and full of themselves WHY THEY HAVE SUCH A BIG HEART AND WHY THEY ARE WISE?? I’ve learned All my life lessons from LEOS ! WE NEED TO RESPECT THESE FIGHTERS AND INTELLIGENT PEOPLE!
Virgo: THEY ARE WORKAHOLIC AND THEY LOVE TO CLEAN UP EVERYTHING? YES! BUT FUCK IT! They are responsible ,intelligence ,beautiful, and they want stability and support! WE NEED TO LOVE THEM !
Libra: FAMILIST? YES! WANTS PEACE? YES! But they can beat your ass if u say something to their loved ones! They are fighters, they are THE ANGRY ONE! If someone disobeys THEY WILL PUT SOME RESPECT IN THAT PERSON!
Scorpio: If they are mysterious and sexy and so mature….fuck it I’M TINKERBELL NOW! They are childish and so soft and they put their hearts on a plate when they make a friend! They are NOT MYSTERIOUS AND SEXY THEY ARE SCARED TO BE HURT AND THEY WANT PEACE! They are good people!
Sagittarius: LOYAL AS FUCK! A CONSERVATOR! THEY are so cool and funny and GOOD ! Omg, I respect these people! I don’t know what to say! They are responsible, they are kind, they are beautiful persons! They are FLAWLESS!
Capricorn: (￣∀￣) if they LOVE TO work….no (unless they can make money out of their work)! They LOVE TO PARTY, to have a great time with their friends, to learn funny facts about our planet, THEY WANT TO FALL IN LOVE! They are so romantic and open minded! They want to take care of that someone special! I RESPECT THEM A LOT !
Aquarius: Let me tell u something, these creatures are not as humanitarian as people say…they are cold and MYSTERIOUS, they won’t open up….but truly, THEY ARE HURT, THEY SUFFER AND THEY WANT LOVE! THEY NEED TO BE LOVED ! ~I think I will make a blog “LET’s LOVE AQUARIUS”~ they NEED LOVE!
Pisces: Innocent…? FUCK U! No, they are not! They know so many kinky things and they are into dark things, THEY ARE NOT PINK , THEY ARE BLACK! They are loyal and good “mothers” but they are so cold to others, they cry ONLY IF THEY ARE ANGRY! They will beat u up with their look 👀 if u annoy them!
This is my personal opinion! Please don’t hate me :)
Straight friend :
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WTF? NEVER! GIRLS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND SOFT AND AMAZING AND CUTE THEIR SMILES! EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM IS SO FLAWLESS!!!! I CANT IMAGINE NOT LOVING GIRLS! I FEEL SO LUCKY THAT I AM GAY! THA GAYS ARE AMAZ....
“the door, get the door.” was all magnus was able to gasp against alec’s lips as they stumbled into his bedroom, hands fluttering and mouths moving like wildfire, quick and passionate. alec made a noise of agreement that made something warm and wanting pool in magnus’ gut as he blindly reached for the door with one hand while his lips remained attached to magnus’. it was almost comical, how frantic alec was in trying to push the door shut while attempting to maintain contact with him. it was like magnus was the only oxygen left in the world and alec felt like his lungs were going to burst because he was suffocating. magnus cupped the back of alec’s neck and his face, smiling as alec finally managed to close the door and reach out for his forearms, tugging him closer.
they tipped and swayed a little as alec began to try to take his boots off, hopping a little on one foot so that they wouldn’t lose their balance. it was like being intoxicated, uncoordinated movements and whirling minds, and magnus began to laugh as alec just gave up and pulled away for a few seconds to get his shoe off.
and he was smiling, too and god, wasn’t that beautiful, wasn’t he beautiful. alec was smiling at him like he was the sun and his forehead was against his and he smelled so good, like aftershave and laundry detergent and just alec. his hand was on magnus’ chest to steady himself as he let out little breathy laughs, laughs that were like fireflies that seemed to glow and that magnus wanted to catch and put in a jar because they were so precious.
and it was all so funny, wasn’t it? how a shoe, a damn shoe, was interrupting their moment, how magnus had forgotten that first times weren’t as flawless as they were in the movies, how life wasn’t set out like actors with blocking, how alec had seemed to believe that this was all supposed to go one way but it was not going entirely as planned.
a shoe, a boot to be more specific, had been preventing them from getting their groove on.
hah. screw you, shoe magnus thought triumphantly when he heard alec’s boot thud on the floor.
they were both giggling now, kissing forgotten as they held each other in the dimly lit room, and magnus only realized now that sex wasn’t always sensuous or intense; it was clumsy, it was educational, and at times, it was joyous. it was uniting and connecting with someone in the closest way possible. that’s what they were doing, that’s what him and alec were about to do: connect.
it had been a long time since magnus actually laughed during a makeout session or a heated moment, but it felt….right. like it was okay to be messy and not super elegant with alec because alec didn’t care. it was relaxing, comforting, to know that they were in the same boat, that they could be like this, laugh at each other and with each other, even as they were fumbling with buttons and stumbling towards a bed. at the same time though, magnus was positive that alec could practically hear the butterflies in his stomach through his chuckles, the pounding of his heart. he could certainly feel it, with his hand on his chest, but he just kept looking at him like that, in that open honest way that magnus had never before and that made him want to weep because of how exquisite alexander lightwood was.
and then they were kissing again and wow, did that feel bloody incredible. the thing about alec was that he was so eager and so giving and was willing to give anything he tried his all, so kissing him was incredible. his lips moved almost desperately, breath ghosting magnus’ cheek and chin and his hair was tickling his forehead and his hands were moving all over his body and it was so much and magnus suddenly realized that there were too many layers of clothing between them and he needed to feel alec’s skin and the scars and the coarse hair under his fingertips or else he was going to die, he was sure he was going to die if this didn’t happen soon enough.
magnus grabbed at the back of alec’s shirt and tugged and alec at once got what he was trying to do and he graciously helped magnus’ wish come true, breaking away to hastily take off his shirt and throw it aside somewhere. magnus wouldn’t have cared if that shirt had ended on top of the empire state building, waving in the wind like some strange flag because alec was now kissing him again and he could feel the warmth of his skin radiate through his own shirt as he slipped off his own jacket. alec’s hands went to magnus’ shoulders as if to help him push his jacket off, but magnus already had that covered and his hands kind of wandered for a few seconds, not sure what to do. magnus found that strangely endearing.
but, of course, all horrible things come in pairs, as alec was walking around with only one shoe on and he pulled away to take off his second boot, forehead touching magnus’. and then this for some reason made them laugh again and magnus felt like he could fly when alec was looking at him like that. the second shoe practically sailed across the room and magnus was so overwhelmed with emotions for the man in front of him that he took his face in his hands and flipped them over , both of them falling rather smoothly onto his bed.
and this, wow, this was the jackpot. alec’s weight underneath him, his chest rising and falling and a bright look in his eye. his lips were already shiny and a gorgeous pink from kissing and his hair going this way and that. it made magnus’ heart practically ache. alec lightwood was going to be the death of him.
“that was graceful.” magnus observed, shifting so that he was able to situate himself between alec’s legs, planting his hands on either side of his head. these were the first words that they had exchanged since their conversation in the living room and magnus tried not to sound as wrecked as he felt.
“shadowhunter.” alec replied breathlessly, making no attempt to hide his state at all. and that was….lovely. it was really, really lovely to see alec, a man who had been unable to express himseflf and his true emotions for all of his life be so open about what he was feeling in this moment. in this moment with magnus.
a sense of honor filled magnus’ chest, that he was the only one, had ever been the only one, to witness the true alec lightwood.
“huh.” magnus mustered before alec was pulling him down by his face for a kiss, a kiss so deep and slow like caverns or waves rolling gently towards the shore. magnus hummed in response, his brain short circuiting when alec craned his neck and chased his lips when he started to sit up a little.
it just all felt so wonderful, everything about this moment was perfect, and magnus wasn’t sure if he wanted to faint, cry, or both when he felt alec’s hands slip under his shirt to pull it up his back oh so slowly, like molasses or sap dripping from a tree.
magnus wanted to memorize every little detail about this moment: the feel of alec’s body underneath his, their chests pressed together, hands exploring his own back and exposing his skin to the warm air, mouth pulling kiss after kiss from his own lips, every little sound coming from alec and how his body tensed and shivered under magnus’ touch, how alec’s heart was thudding against his chest at a million miles per hour.
it had been centuries since someone had touched him like this, with such care and preciseness and with a craving and an itch for more. and magnus wanted everything, he wanted so much as well, as he held alec’s face in his hands, and suddenly the room started to spin and the combination of alec’s hands on his body and teeth tugging at magnus’ bottom lip and his back arching just so he could be as close to magnus as possible made something in magnus snap, like a cable or a wire, and he felt the familiar spark of the glamour hit his eyes at full force.
he remembered lovers in the past cowering at his eyes, sometimes sneering at them and calling them hideous. some, like camille, had laughed at him, shaming him for who he was. others, like etta, didn’t understand, even if they weren’t cruel about it. guilt and fear washed over magnus and he sat up right away, getting off of alec and turning to face the opposite wall, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to snap the glamour back on. the blood rushing in his ears and the dizziness and arousal and joy clouding his mind were making it very frustratingly difficult to do so.
he faintly heard alec’s confused voice in the background and picked up on him saying, “am i doing something wrong?” and of course alec would ask that. the perfect soldier, the man who wanted to get everything right all the time. his first concern was that he had messed up, had made magnus unhappy, was seeking answers on how he could fix his supposed mistake and that made magnus want to turn to him and hold him, but he refrained. the nerves over his eyes were eating him up inside and he felt sick to his stomach.
“no such thing.” he responded, attempting to put on a breezy air, but the anxiety seeped through his words like water through paper.
magnus heard alec sit up and he wanted nothing more than to run from the room or kiss alec and pretend like everything was okay.
“do you not want to?” alec asked curiously and that was the last thing magnus wanted him to think.
“no- yes, of course i do.” magnus pinched the bridge of his nose, still not looking at his boyfriend.
why me? magnus thought miserably. why can’t i have this one good thing with this one great person?
alec stayed quiet for a moment before magnus felt his hand on his back, comforting and grounding but also terrifying at the same time. “magnus, what is it?” alec tried slowly and carefully, waiting patiently for a response.
magnus hesitated, taking a deep breath before saying shakily, “it’s just…sometimes i lose control.” and before he could stop himself, despite the voice screaming in his head telling him not to, magnus turned around, facing alec with his unglamoured eyes and pure terror in his heart.
alec stared at him for what felt like the longest five seconds of his whole life, his face unreadable. magnus felt a lump form in his throat and was already preparing what to do and what to say next: this was fun while it lasted. here’s your shirt. i hope you have a nice night.and he reprimanded himself for ever opening up his heart again, for every trusting a shadowhunter, for ever being this foolish.
but then alec smiled.
he was smiling.
it was a soft smile, a gentle smile that made magnus’ heart soar and instantly calmed his fears. it was unguarded and sweet , the kind of smile you wouldn’t expect to see on the face of a soldier, especially alec lightwood. but here he was, smiling at magnus and his eyes.
his real eyes.
alec scooted closer until their legs were touching, his smile never faltering.
“magnus,” he began tenderly, licking his lips before cupping magnus’ face with his hand. his eyes were welcoming and looked like stars, twinkling and gorgeous in the moonlight. “they’re beautiful. you’re beautiful.”
and that, well.
magnus didn’t know what to say to that.
all the air whoosed out of his lungs and he felt his chest tighten and his heart began to hurt, like physically hurt, because of how in love he was already with this man, how much his comment meant to him, how he was still smiling at him and wasn’t scared or disgusted.
he thinks i’m beautiful, magnus giddily processed. it had been along time since someone had called him beautiful, but it had never felt quite right when they had said it
when alec called him beautiful, magnus felt complete, he felt alive. he felt like he wanted to throw his arms in the air and twirl around.
he felt like…happiness.
no words could sum up what he was feeling in that moment, so magnus settled for taking the wrist of the hand that alec was cupping his face with and squeezing, smiling fondly at him. they stayed like that for a few moments, smiling and peaceful, until alec started to smirk at him.
“what?” magnus smiled a little and alec’s smirk only continued to grow.
“not gonna lie, you losing control of your magic because of me is really sexy.” alec said flirtatiously and magnus scoffed, pretending to be annoyed. the smile on his face was a dead giveaway.
“oh, please.” he laughed, alec’s hand still on his face, his thumb stroking his cheekbone.
“it is! quite the confidence booster.” alec scrunched his nose up and magnus rolled his eyes, slapping his chest playfully.
“don’t be so smug, alexander lightwood.” magnus warned. “you weren’t oh so cool and collected a few moments ago either.”
“okay, okay,” alec surrendered, smiling as he tilted his head to press kisses up magnus’ jaw, fingers hesitatingly brushing the hem of his shirt.
“if you still want to-” he started, his mouth against magnus’ jaw, slight nervousness in his tone before magnus cut him off.
“with all my heart.” he finished before pulling alec into a sweet, passionate kiss, slowly but surely resuming the pace they once had. and then it was like nothing had happened, magnus back on top of alec, but at the same time, everything had happened. everything felt in place, right and secure, and magnus sat up as alec’s hands moved to his shirt’s hem again.
“go ahead, love.” magnus smiled and with slightly trembling hands, alec pulled magnus’ shirt over his head with his assistance. the shirt fell on the ground beside the bed, but magnus paid no attention because the feeling of alec’s hand, running slowly down his chest and the sweet, awestruck smile on his face was taking over all of his senses at that moment.
“this is so unfair.” alec said after a bit and magnus looked at him in confusion.
“that i’m the only one who gets to see how utterly, completely radiant you are. it’s not fair to the rest of the world.” alec replied like it was the easiest thing to say and magnus was so overwhelmed with emotion that he pulled alec in by the back of his neck for a kiss, lips crashing together as alec’s hands trailed and traced patterns on his body. magnus pulled away to kiss along alec’s deflect rune, making the shadowhunter stretch his neck for easier access.
and magnus couldn’t help but smile when he moved to kiss alec again and alec stopped him so he could take his face in his hands and press two soft kisses on both of his eyelids.
Me: Peppermint being a trans drag queen is so important to breaking barriers in an already ostracized community and she does it with grace and class and sheer beauty and it just makes my little heart full of joy that she is going so far. Sasha Velour is a fucking drag icon and the patron saint of weirdos and I wish I saw her when I was younger because she makes being weird cool. Trinity has had so much growth from being a pageant queen and she is so real for someone who has so much silicone in her body. SHEA MOTHERFUCKING COULEÉ is a goddamn treasure, up there with Beyoncé level flawless she turnt out every runway look with EASE. I don’t know who is gonna win but I am so happy either way and I and just super emotional about this season of drag race it’s eating me up organ by organ.
So much to talk about! Okay, let’s begin. Steven is telling Connie about the stuff he experienced and then Connie starts worrying about her mother. She’s NEVER this late coming to pick her up. But then she DOES show up and the two hug and embrace and share a little bond in front of Steven…who’s left alone to make his own dinner with nobody else in the house. For a few minutes…it’s all just somber solitude.
Then he begins reminiscing about his Mom. Wishing that he could just get answers from her. His gem begins shining…and his room opens!
At first, having his mother pop up, manifested by the room is great. They play video games together. They play sports and do the classic Charlie Brown football bit with her pulling a “Lucy” and pulling the ball away.
It’s all sweet and lovely and Steven’s overcome with a sense of real mother/son bonding, so much so he can’t HELP but cry. He finally feels and looks like he really has a mom. He wants to take a picture with him and her.
But when he goes to, the illusion shatters. It’s just…him.
Him talking to himself.
And therein, it gets dark. He opens up MORE. He admits that he’s mad. Mad that she did so much that seems so hypocritical. Steven is furious with her. He had all these expectations of her. But she’s not the big, flawless, beautiful smiling being in the picture that’s always hanging in the living room, she’s more than that, and he’s not really sure he LIKES what else she is. And above all…he’s mad at the fact that she just left…and it seems like she left HIM to clean up HER messes.
At first, the replica of his mom says nothing. Then…she brings up what he knows is the truth. One of the things he’s SURE is honest. The tape she made of her…saying she so wishes she could be there for him.
And Steven finally confronts not his mother…but himself. As the room cries through rain along with himself, for the room is himself. The room brings out his own views, it is a reflection of himself, just like Rose is right now. Steven knows, deep down, that she didn’t want him to deal with HER problems. But he has to anyway. She didn’t ask for this. HE didn’t ask for it. But it doesn’t ultimately matter. Homeworld still has to be dealt with. You can’t really control what others do. But you CAN control how you react to what they do. Steven will have to face the future, come what may. And luckily for Steven…