the fall of the ego

anonymous asked:

oh man tbqh "gifted kid burnout" is literally code for "people told me I was smart too much as a kid and I constantly fall short of my own overinflated ego and the cognitive dissonance is what I blame all my problems on now" like pleeeeeaasssse stop, some ppl did deal with legit terrible shit like racism/classism/ableism but most of the time it's "yeah I'm 30 and can't have a job but I got all as in 4th grade"

LMAO FJDJXKSJGJFMTMEW

All thoughts—good thoughts, bad thoughts, lovely thoughts, evil thoughts—occur within something. All thoughts arise and disappear into a vast space. If you watch your mind, you’ll see that a thought simply occurs on its own—it arises without any intention on your part. In response to this, we’re taught to grab and identify with them. But if we can, just for a moment, relinquish this anxious tendency to grab our thoughts, we begin to notice something very profound: that thoughts arise and play out, spontaneously and on their own, within a vast space; the noisy mind actually occurs within a very, very deep sense of quiet.
—  Adyashanti, Falling Into Grace
Ecstatic Witchcraft

This is a post a long time in the making, as it is something I’ve wanted to share for a while now, just because it is such an important part of my own craft. There is something truly magical about it and is, for me, something both very humbling and very empowering; as such, it is something that I think is worth sharing.

Foremost, the question to address is: What is ecstatic witchcraft? And one not so easily answered, as there cannot be any one way in which it is performed. It can (I think) be described as a form of trance magic, though its expression is not wholly tied to trance in the traditional sense. In essence, it is a surrendering of self and its simultaneous expression. It is a temporary shedding of the façade one erects to survive, Freud called it the superego and without it, so too falls away the ego. The goal of ecstatic witchcraft – if it can be called a goal – is to allow the id to manifest unencumbered, a means of channeling the primality. Of course, this manifests in innumerable ways and no two sessions would ever be the same, hence why it can be so tricky to pin down precisely.

I’ve found that – and it continues still – that the witchcraft community (predominately) has long perpetuated the notion of control as being paramount to success, and while this may be true to some extent, I believe the converse must also be explored. There is law and there is rigidity, there is correspondence memorization and a lot of book work: and this makes sense! For the last century (and in times before), this has been the main means of information acquisition. While it is not uncommon for witches to join groups, covens, etc., I’m willing to bet that most practicing witches were indoctrinated through solitary study. Again, there is nothing wrong with this, and I, myself, am contributing to this reservoir of written information as I type! But, as I mentioned, while I did my fair share of book work and memorization, the heart of my Craft has always been exploration. Tradition is important, but it’s never been enough for me. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: the best way to learn is to do. There will be mistakes; you will come to conclusions only to find things that defy them; you will learn to correct; you will learn to be skeptical, but not judgmental. You will learn there are a thousand purported ‘right’ ways, and then you will find your own. Nothing is static.

How does this relate then, to ecstatic witchcraft? It is a means by which to connect to that instinct: that intuition that drives us – shedding preconceived notions and allowing the opportunity for exploration through action. And action, I feel, is the root of ecstatic magic.

How To Perform Ecstatic Witchcraft

As I mentioned previously, there is no right way and I can only provide to you a number of facets of expression that are conducive to ecstatic witchcraft. These are by no means the only facets, and as always, I encourage you to explore what works for you.

  • Speak – It may seem counterintuitive to what I have said, for is speech not a construct? It is, but there is power in vocalization, even if speaking unintelligibly. This is an extension of opaque language – or language spoken ceremonially as a means of excluding those who are not privy to the religious tongue – and moves into the realm of glossolalia. Rarely do I include verbal scripts to be read in the things I post, as I find that they detract from the working themselves, instead encouraging those performing to speak what comes. This is a more controlled form of ecstatic witchcraft – bound by intention, time, and often language itself. Here, let all that fall away and simply: Speak.
  • Move – Ecstatic witchcraft, for me, is all about energy: movement, especially. It is best not to go into it with any plan, simply follow where your body takes you. If it says run, run; if it says dance, dance; if it says squat and howl like a wolf, by gods do it! It is for this and many reasons that ecstatic magic should be done in a controlled setting, normally somewhere safe – but I should mention, this need not be done alone! Ecstatic witchcraft can just as easily be done in groups, though it can get a little more dangerous, considering the id is often noted as being the seat of sexuality and aggression. I also recommend putting sharp objects away – you never know what the hype might bring – but hey, sometimes you just really need to throw a knife; perform responsibly.
  • Draw/Write – Admittedly, some of my coolest and most profound sigils have come from ecstatic sessions! There is something in me that always wants to take chalk and just go to town on every surface around – overtaken by mania. Automatic writing is related, in some ways, though often it is used with intent: channeling a specific spirit, deity, etc. Ecstatic magic requires no such formalities, bending to the whims of all and none, the witch is then but an instrument of the spirit: of the cosmos.
  • Laugh – Laughter is powerful.
  • Instruments – If you have at your disposal some musical instruments (I prefer maracas and tambourines), bring them in! And forget what you think you know about music, just roll with it. Hell, if you want to continuously shake a maraca and scream with one foot in the air, do it. Again, it’s all about energy, and instruments bring their own, unique vibes to the table.

Entheogens – *at your own risk; use responsibly* Sure, they might compromise some of the safety, but they also bring an entirely new level of exploration. For some. My use of entheogens in the past have always been hit-or-miss; sometimes they are conducive and other times they are hampering. Know what works for you, and be careful: you don’t want to show up at the nearest E.R. naked, tripping on an unknown substance with a painted face and defiantly shaking a maraca.

Sex – This harkens back to what I said about working in groups, sometimes there is a power in it, and the same can be said for adding sex in. When working with others, always plan for the possibility of sex! Especially with who you invite in, and in regards to safety. I don’t know the last time it was used, but the “It was for ecstatic witchcraft” excuse will not hold up: while it may sound like a damper, J.I.C. consent agreements and activity do’s and don’t’s should always be agreed upon beforehand, and should always be open to amendment. If you really want to, draw a circle: anyone who leaves it is has removed themselves from the session and should not be addressed until they reenter of their own accord.


With that, I hope it is becoming clear what ecstatic witchcraft is (or can be), its benefits and how it isn’t really all that new a concept. It is, for me, a profound experience every time – I come out feeling energized, powerful, but also with a new frame of mind, having shed societal constriction and attuned with both the divine and animalistic parts of myself – if even for a moment. In that it is humbling, and it is empowering.


Photo: Maenads, John Collier 

arturalberti  asked:

Wird die nächste EP wieder purer flex?

Das Musikprojekt, das wahrscheinlich als nächstes rauskommen wird, ist ein Tape, an dem Mary und ich (oder in diesem Fall unsere Alter Egos TJ_beastboy & Mary Man) gerade herum basteln. Das wird inhaltlich tatsächlich wieder reines Geflexe, aber natürlich augenzwinkernd mit ‘ner selbstironischen Note. Viel mehr möchte ich noch nicht verraten!

anonymous asked:

Favorite gravity falls character go!

Bim–Mabel. I mean they’re basically the same person, and that makes me ridiculously happy.

The Host–The Author (which is ironic)/Ford Pines

Ed–Grunkle Stan all the way.

Silver–Soos

Doc–Wendy, he’s got a Dipper-level crush on her.

Wilford–Bill Cypher is just Wilford Warfstache in evil Dorito form.

Google and Dark refuse to watch “kid’s shows.”

anonymous asked:

do you know and y lgbt musicians ? i like any kind of music i just want less straight people in my playlists

dont we all anon?

okay so theres of course a difference between gay/bi musicians and gay/bi musicians who are overtly gay in their song writing and im assuming you mean the latter so tracy chapman and other throwbacks will be notably absent 

some of these youre gonna know but ill list as many as i can think of just in case (italicized means either never specified bi or gay identity or qu**r, bold means bi, bold italics means gay and i dont know any trans artists):

syd tha kyd (aka The Internet): super smooth r&b lesbian queen, her tracks and rhythm mix so perfectly and you’ll fall in love with her voice. highly recommend the album Ego Death (esp “special affair” “get away” “curse” “under control” and, of course, “girl”)

angel haze: rap and hip hop with super emotional and passionate riffs that REALLY get me feelin some type of way. notable tracks are “moonrise kingdom” “detox” “gods” and “bruises”.

kevin abstract: hip hop and shoegazing veeeeery dreamy and almost angelic sounding music. his debut album “american boyfriend” is all about coming to terms with his sexuality and relationships as a teenager. highly recommend listening through the whole album, it plays through a whole narrative you dont want to leave any part of the story out. (i also ranked my favs here)

frank ocean: i kno you kno frank ocean and especially if you follow me you know i never shut up about him. genre bending r&b, hip hop, and rap. notable tracks are “slide on me” “bad religion” “pink and white” “thinkin bout you” “forrest gump” “nights” “seigfried” and “self control”

be steadwell: if you like a more stripped acoustic sound and also song writing that ranges from hilarious to super engaging story premises about lesbian witches than heres ya girl. my favs are “witch” and “ambidextrous” please listen to my girlfriend who might be cheating on me.

cœure de pirate: a++ instrumentals (seriously give her instrumental album a listen) and french indie. notable tracks are “aint no sunchine” “summer wine” “oceans brawl” and “drapeau blanc”.

zolita: alt/indie and i love her voice so much. gonna be honest i mostly just listen to “explosion”.

years & years: indiepop with some synthpop here and there. can go from a flow-ey melancholy sound to hardwon upbeat without losing any of the high quality shit olly alexander is bringin to the table. “shine” and “memo” are my personal favs.

troye sivan: dude. you know who this is. (“bite” kills me btw).

willow: yeah, willow smith. yeah, that willow smith. just listen to “marceline”.

kaytranada: hip hop and rap dj who dropped his album 99.9% recently and its   g r e a t  he collabed a shit ton (of course with my girl syd thats called gay and lesbian solidarity). heres what it comes down to: if you’re gay and you love to dance this is your guy. 

alicia keys: before you jump down my throat listen to “where do we begin now” and tell me she aint fuckin gay. yeah, thats what i thought.

hayley kiyoko: this girl comes up with probably 90% of fun lesbian content so no doubt you know her. dreampop icon, my queen, and goddess of Gay Aesthetics ™ dropped her ep citrine (now streaming on spotify). notable tracks are “ease my mind” “palace” “one bad night” “this side of paradise” and “cliffs edge”.

thats all i can think of rn anyone can feel free to add on

cuddles-the-bunny  asked:

Dude I've seen your art here and there and I love it! Your style is cute and everything you draw looks amazing, I also really like your bill drawings they always make me smile! Keep up the awesome work you deserve all the praise in the world! Stay awesome and have a great day~

askgkfg THIS ASK MADE MY DAY THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

An Alternative Look at Exaltations and Falls in Astrology

Sun is exalted in Aries, but these people tend to not understand that other people are not as full of energy and motivation as they are. They push other people forward, which is great in its own right, but they don’t nurture the tenderness within themselves and others.

Sun is in its fall in Libra, in fact, since the season of fall begins when the Sun is in Libra could very well be the reason why we speak of planetary falls. October 5th is the most common birthday in the United States, and September 23rd is the most abundant birth day in Britain; all around the world, there are more Virgos and Libras than any other sun sign!The universe planned it to be this way because there needs to be plenty of people who just go along with others, harmonizing, not causing conflict. They might or might not think for themselves depending on other placements in their natal chart.

Moon is exalted in Taurus but is it really a superior placement? When the bull is expressed by one’s emotions, they get irrationally angry when other people do not do as they say. They might not know how to take a step back from the heat of the moment and consider that the other person has a valid stance. Grinding their hooves into the ground, they lash out if someone challenges them. When their progressed moon is in an air sign, they have the chance to learn to outgrow this behavior. (See my post about Secondary Progressed Moon Signs)

Moon falls in Scorpio, but these people are very perceptive. They can be vengeful towards those who have hurt them, unless if they have evolved past that. Astounding psychic abilities are their gift. Heartbreak cuts them down to their soul, other factors in their chart reveal how they process it.

Mercury is exalted in Aquarius, but many of us get annoyed by a know-it-all who has an opinion on everything! They can get too fixated on an idea.

Mercury falls in Leo, but their ego drives them to be productive. They may not view life objectively as an air Mercury would.

Venus is exalted in Pisces, but is it truly wise to put on those rose colored glasses to overlook problems and be “la dee da”? Virgo may be the “fall” of Venus but they value solutions and being discerning in how they give out their love! Venus in Virgo spends their energy on people who matter, rather than allowing compassion to spread themselves too thin as a Venus in Pisces would. Venus in Pisces experiences pleasure thru escapism, people with this placement often love to get drunk and ignore their life circumstance for a few hours. Venus in Pisces gets swept away when a loved one appeals to their wishes, they need to remind themselves of reality.

Mars is exalted in Capricorn, which can be sensibly handling their anger, IF this person has done deep emotional reflection to work thru their wounds. This is how the entire chart comes into play when understand just one planet, we’d also look at Chiron and the Moon to know exactly what kind of wounds they are processing in their soul. You can’t have a healthy Mars without a well-developed Chiron and a Moon that has looked at their own emotions in an honest way. Many with Mars in Capricorn are mature about getting to work but less mature about handling their feelings, or vice versa. They grind their hooves into the ground, holding onto facts about human nature and the world that they are angry about.

Mars falls in Cancer, as Cancer as known as the most womanly, motherly sign, but many men I know with this placement have no trouble expressing their masculinity! They are considerate about women’s sexual needs. In touch with their softer side, their psyche seesaws between masculine and feminine.

Jupiter is exalted in Cancer, but is it always a good idea to bask in the abundance of comfort? People with this placement might be generous and caring, but they might not have that “get up and put your nose to the grindstone” motivation unless other placements in their chart indicate that.

Jupiter has its “fall” in Capricorn, but people with this do not spend money on frivolous things. They have trouble giving out their love.

Saturn is exalted in Libra, but if a boss catered to their employees all the time, would that be most profitable for the company? Probably not. Sometimes authority figures need to be stern and not harmonizing. The most evolved manifestation of Saturn in Libra would be a fair minded boss. In Jungian psychology, or Myer’s Briggs, Libra can come out as Perceiving or Judging. The Libras who love justice and structure are Judging, whereas the Libras that are always pleasing everyone are more Perceiving. Point is, there are a variety of ways that Saturn in Libra could be. Cooperation between everyone gets things done! Saturn in Libra brings people and projects together by being the diplomat!

Saturn falls in Aries, but sometimes we need a pushy boss. This placement can be expressed as mean and demanding, or driven to succeed. Many people who have Saturn in Aries are very persistent.

Some astrologers claim that Uranus is exalted in Scorpio as she has a love for chaos! If someone has this placement, and Uranus makes hard aspects to other planets, it would express itself in a dangerous way. If I were giving a reading and someone had Uranus in Scorpio square sun in Aquarius, I’d be concerned that their detached nature would cause them to be hurtful to others without realizing. This is how Astrology can aid us in personal development!

Uranus is inhibited by Taurus because Uranus would feel confined from its erratic brilliance, thus it would fall. Look to other factors in the chart to see if this person is truly stable. Uranus in Taurus could be a generation of rebels that take logical steps to overrule unjust ways of this world!

Some astrologers say that Neptune is exalted in Leo as mysticism would be expressed as confident, steady creativity.

Neptune would fall in Aquarius because too much skepticism can blind us from inspiration just as much as rationality could be blinded by faith! Just let that nugget of wisdom sink in… One of my friends, Owen Burns said, “Science is just another religion unless you can actually explain it” Not everything in this world needs to or has to be proved by science, as we can find inspiration and hope in non-scientific practices like Astrology.

In my opinion, Pluto would fall in Gemini because it clings to what is light and breezy, not daring to face the depths. I see Pluto as exalted in Sagittarius, as it is still a soul searcher, but not as bogged down as Scorpio.

Please Note: October 5th may or may not be the most popular birth date, it’s just a fun fact I heard. I’ve checked out a few different sources, some say Scorpio is the most common sun sign, some say it’s Libra or Virgo. I’ve even found information showing that June and July birthdays are very common. One of my astrologer friends said that Capricorn is statistically the least common sun sign, other sources say Aquarius is the rarest. It probably varies year by year, I would guess.

I truly have a passion for giving in depth readings! Message me if you want a thought provoking report on your natal chart, or your progressed chart, or synastry, or a forecast about how the planets will treat YOU throughout upcoming months! I can write 10+ pages all about you!

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Lord of The Riddles

Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “Oh oh oh! May I request something? I feel like there’s not enough Darkiplier stuff on here, so would you mind doing a little fic or something of your choice on a Darkxreader, where the reader manages to trick Dark for once, and is is furious with it? Your choice on ending, and I love this blog, you’re such a good writer!!!”  

Fandom: Markiplier

Pairing: Dark/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I really didn’t know what to do with this one, honestly, so, I hope you don’t mind how I did this! Also, this has much more dialogue than detail. I’m sorry! <3 …Enjoy!

Originally posted by lum1natrix


   (Y/N) and Dark sat across from each other on the couch, (Y/N) was getting increasingly furious and Dark’s ego was swelling. He was proud of the fact that he couldn’t be beat and by the fact that (Y/N) was a terrible guesser. It had started with a simple sentence, spoken by the human as she sat on the couch, staring at her phone.

“Many have heard me, but nobody has seen me, and I will not speak back until spoken to. What am I?” it was a riddle and (Y/N) couldn’t figure out what it meant. She thought about it for at least 30 minutes. Dark, who had been passing by the living room at the time, spoke knowing the riddle right of the bat.

“An echo.”

“Hey, I was gonna answer that!” (Y/N) pouted as she scrolled past the post. The conversation was going to stop at that but Dark decided to add more.  

“It’s not my fault you can’t comprehend a simple riddle.”

“Excuse you!” (Y/N) turned to glare at him, she hated to be called dumb or even for someone to infer that she was.

“Do you disagree with the fact that you didn’t know what the answer was, even if it was simple.” Dark approached (Y/N) with a condescending smirk on his face. He sat on the couch beside her. He faced her and she faced him and if looks could kill, Dark was sure he’d be seriously maimed.

“Fine! If you’re so damn smart, I challenge you to a Riddle Off or whatever.”  

“And if I win?” Dark leaned forwards, regarding (Y/N) with narrowed eyes and the same smirk on his face as before.

“I will do whatever you want for 48 hours-”

“A month.” Dark cut (Y/N) off, challenging her.

“A week.” (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Fine. One week… And if you win?” Dark leaned back, folding his hands together in his lap. He loved their little games, mainly because he normally won.

“The same thing will happen. You will do as I say for one whole week. Do you accept?”

“I do.” Dark winked and (Y/N) rolled her eyes, she was to focused to get blush-y.

“What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?” (Y/N) read from her phone, watching him.

“You belittle me. The answer is a penny. My turn… You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me.” Dark grinned at her, watching as she mulled over the riddle in her head. She repeated it to herself a few times before a smile graced her lips.

“History.”


“Well, you’re not as dense as I thought.” Dark nodded, a genuinely impressed.

“Piss off,” (Y/N) scrolled through her phone, ignoring Dark’s mumblings about how she couldn’t come up with a riddle on her own. “What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?” upon seeing the mischievous look in Dark’s eyes she blushed. She realized how dirty the riddle sounded but for someone like Dark, she was sure that he wouldn’t say anything about it. Apparently she was wrong.

“I could go the perverse route but that would be wrong, the most obvious answer would be… Trouble.” Dark turned up his nose, already knowing he was correct. (Y/N) grumbled angrily to herself, a frown on her lips as she searched for a new riddle. An hour had passed since they started the meaningless challenge. They had gotten closer both furious with the other.

“Fine! You want a challenging question? What’s in my pocket? Betcha don’t know that one you pompous, condescending, asshat!” (Y/N) stood, glaring angrily at the other figure. His head was starting to twitch from his frustration. The question, though it wasn’t a riddle, was still a challenge and he wanted to win. His ego was way too big to turn away from a challenge.

“Well,” Dark started, gazing over her form, assuming she meant the pockets of her shorts. “It’s not your phone as it sits, discarded, on the coffee table. It’s definitely not your wallet because that thing is way too big to fit in a woman’s pocket. I remember that you told me you kept a ring on you at all times, one from a lost relative, that’s my answer.” (Y/N) glowered at Dark as she went to reach into her pockets. Then it clicked and she couldn’t stop the smug look that reached her lips. She realized that the pockets were faux and that the ring was actually in her jewelry box, upstairs.

“I’m sorry Dark, but you’re mistaken.” (Y/N) felt the pride swell along with her own ego. She watched the smirk fall from Dark’s face as he too realized that she didn’t have any pockets.

“You broke the rules of the game.” Dark glared, his anger multiplying, but fought to control himself. His human had beaten him this time.

“There were no rules set… Now, are you going to stand there and pout or are you going to hold up your end of the bargain.” Dark gave an over exaggerated bow and (Y/N) clapped excitedly, her smile growing.

“How may I be of service to you?”

ANGEL ੭  JEONGHAN

Contains : drabble, SMUT (?) !  

Group : SEVENTEEN

Member : Jeonghan/Yun Jeong Han

Words : + 0,5k

Summary : Jeonghan isn’t the angel everyone thinks he is.

Originally posted by wenjunhui


He is the guy they all warned you about.

He was fooling everyone with his soft features, bright smile, and god, his voice. He sounded like an angel, and he sure looked like one, and he knew it; blonde locks falling in front of his forehead, golden skin glowing under the sun, straight nose and rosy lips, sweet eyes behind the skinny frames of his glasses.
He could get anything and everything he wanted, and they were all fooled, and you were one of them.

Giving him everything he asked for, the sweet words falling from his lips boosting your ego everytime, and you craved for more. You needed him to look at you, you needed him to talk to you.

It was such a toxic friendship, because it was friendship, at first, or so you though. But everything became so much more when the mask fell, revealing his true self.

Cruel and harsh words falling from his lips like poison, it was like discovering a new person. His features would alterne in devilish smirks, his eyes narrow, piercing.
He had you wrapped around his finger, and he knew you wouldn’t leave, at least, you would beg for more.
And he was right.

Just a game, it was just a game for Jeonghan.

Yeah, he liked to play with you and see you eyes widen everytime he got closer, he liked how a breath would escape your lips, thinking he wouldn’t hear, when his fingertips gazed over the back of your hand.
He liked how frozen you were when his lips got closer, not knowing what to do, as if you never kissed someone.
He liked the look you had, like a deer caught in the headlights, when his lips ghosted over yours, but pulled away before anything happened.

God, he loved how dependent you were slowly becoming, silently begging for his touch.

It was funny, how he never really touched you, but you were still crawling back, hoping for something, anything.
And eventually, one night, he gave it to you.

He snapped out of nowhere, pushing your back into the nearest wall, maybe he was also craving for your touch, but you wouldn’t admit it. His lips crashed on yours, moving them hastily as his hands sneaked under your shirt.
You moaned, and fuck, he could listen to that everyday.
He cursed to himself at how soft your skin felt against his rough hands, eagerly digging his his nails in your flesh as he pressed his hips against yours.

He didn’t want to seem desperate, fuck, you were just another girl, right ?
He was so hard, hips bucking as he hungerly bit down on your shoulder, sucking and leaving a mark on your skin.

“J-Jeonghan.”, you moaned, head falling against the wall.

The boy growled, the sound coming from his chest. Dark eyes looking up at you, he quickly licked his lips, one of his hands wrapping around your neck.
You gasp, a gust of adrenaline taking over you as his thumb pressing on your throat, giving you just enough air, eyes half closed, heart pounding.

You caught your lower lip between your teeth, biting the tender flesh as his eyes burned into yours, he was getting harder just by looking at you, his hand looked so good wrapped around your neck.

“Yeah.”, he breathed, giving a hard thrust, feeling the outline of his dick agaisnt your heat, carefully watching as your closed your eyes, your mouth agape, “Whose baby are you ?”

Chinese Music

Here are some links to a bit of Chinese music that I recommend. The ones with stars are extra recommended!

Pop/Folk-Pop/Pop-ish Stuff

A-Lin - 我值得
Angela Zhang (張韶涵) - 寓言
A You Duo (阿幼朵) - 太阳鼓
Carrchy (卡奇社) - Didadi
HAYA - 风的足跡
Isabelle Huang (黄龄) - 风月
Jolin Tsai (蔡依林) - PLAY我呸
June Zhu (朱婧) -  瑛达遖
Khalil Fong (方大同) - 很不低調 HBDD
Laure Shang (尚雯婕) - 越爱越明白
Li Rong Hao (李榮浩) - 模特
Long Kuan Jiu Duan (龙宽九段) - 我听这种音乐的时候最爱你
Miss Banana (香蕉小姐) - 游乐园
Rachel Liang (梁文音) - 黃色夾克
Sa Ding Ding (萨顶顶) - 自由行走的花
Sechengerel (斯琴格日乐) - 请到蒙古草原来
Singer Sen (歌者森) - Drunk (醉)
Summer JK (吉克隽逸) - 游爱民族
Waa Wei (魏如萱) - 愛不愛
Yun Duo (云朵) - 我的楼兰

Rock/Metal

Cold Fairyland (冷酷仙境) - 地上的種子
Dark Haze (霾晦) - 最终幻想
Ego Fall (颠覆M) - 铁蹄
Escape Plan (逃跑计划) - 夜空中最亮的星
Hanggai (杭盖) - Xiger Xiger
Miserable Faith (痛苦的信仰) - 西湖
Nuclear Fusion-G (核聚变-G) - 太空探索
Omnipotent Youth Society (万能青年旅店) - 杀死那个石家庄人
Super VC (果味VC) - 优雅
Yaksa (夜叉) - 暗流

Denial (AKA: this is soooo not a date. Prompt 92)

AU: this is the prompt given to me by the delightful @marcella-duchamp

Enjoy my dear!

Candlelight flickered across the table, the dim light casting dark shadows across Vegeta’s sharp features. His dark brows were pulled together, fingers drumming restlessly on the wooden dinner table. The waiter had long since kept his distance, especially after he’d asked Vegeta if he was ready to order for the fourth time. If looks could burn holes the waiter would probably be nothing more than a pile of ash. He was waiting for his business associate. She was late. As always. Of course.

Punctuality was not Bulma Briefs strong suit. She was the most gorgeous thing on two legs (and he’d be damned if he EVER admitted that out loud) but hell did he hate how she always kept him waiting. They had an important business dealing to discuss and already forty minutes had been wasted. Growling, he pulled out his smart phone to see if she’d returned his last text. She hadn’t.

“Woman, I swear on everything in me I will go to your house and drag you out screaming and naked.”

He’d thought it at least made his point. Surprisingly, as he was watching the screen the response icon appeared, the tiny bubbles of her incoming text taunting him. The phone pinged with its arrival, and her answer made him roll his eyes:

“Is that a promise hot stuff? ;)”

Vegeta groaned. He HATED when she did that. He furiously text back, “Damnit Briefs you’re almost an hour late. I’ve got shit to do tonight.”

“Oh really, like what?”

His fingers stilled over the screen. She had him there. He lived alone and truth be told he would probably just watch tv and head to bed after jacking off. Bulma didn’t need to know that though. “Since when is my personal life any of your business? Just get your late ass here already. I’m fucking starving.”

“Rude. I’m speak-texting from my cars bluetooth. I’m parking right now. Order me a drink okay?”

“Gin and tonic, extra lemon.”

“You know me so well ;)”

Vegeta was slightly unnerved that he knew her favorite drink by heart. He told himself it was because that’s all she ever ordered; but that was far from the truth. Over the past year that they’d worked together, he found himself paying far much attention to her. More than he had any woman. He’d been hired as Capsule Corps private lawyer, and over the past year had worked pretty much solely with Dr. Briefs and his pesky daughter. Dr. Briefs was planning on retiring within the coming year and wanted to make sure that all of the I’s were dotted and T’s were crossed. Bulma was to be his successor and she’d be a damn good one in Vegeta’s opinion.

That is if she could be on time for once in her life.

He waved the waiter back over, the young man turning a shade of green at finally being addressed by the dark haired stranger at the corner table.

“Gin and tonic, extra lemon,” Vegeta muttered, “and make sure it’s here within the next three minutes.”

“I-I’ll see what I can do-”

A twenty dollar bill was shoved into the waiters sweaty hand, “Three. Minutes.” Vegeta punctuated, “Times ticking.”

The poor server was practically trembling, “A-anything else for you sir?”

Vegeta pondered a moment, “Whiskey, on the rocks. There’ll be another twenty if you can get those here in the two minutes and thirty-four seconds you have left.”

Quicker than Vegeta had seen anyone move, the young man dashed towards the bar, nearly running into the blue haired woman who had just walked in the door.

Blue hair…

He would tell himself it was because he stood up to quick that his heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the tight fitting, knee length red dress she was wearing. It also wasn’t the black shawl with fur lined hood framing her face. It wasn’t the way she was shaking off her wet umbrella. And it CERTAINLY wasn’t the way she looked around the restaurant, finally catching his eyes and grinning at him.

Nope. Not those things at all.

He put on his best scowl as she approached him, the gawking stares of other men in the restaurant unabashedly watching her rear end sway with every step she took in her black heels. To his secret, guilty pleasure however she paid them no mind. She was walking towards him alone. Her sky blue eyes locked on his black, full lips still smiling just for him-

“Bout fucking time.” He snapped.

And the spell was broken.

Bulma’s face fell, that tiny line he adored appearing between her eyebrows, “Well hello to you too, grouchy.”

Inwardly he cursed himself. Having no filter was often more a curse than it was a blessing. Even though she was still frowning at him he edged around her to pull out her chair, “Was there traffic?” He asked gruffly.

“Some,” she said, removing her shawl. Vegeta took it from her and laid it on top of his coat, “I got caught up in the lab earlier. And then I wanted to make sure I looked nice for our date.”

Vegeta froze, mouth slacking. Bulma however was far more interested in the drink being placed in front of her, “Thank you!” She smiled at the server.

The whiskey was slid over to Vegeta, the waiter looking like he’d just run a marathon, “Sorry it’s a minute late sir-”

Suddenly, Vegeta could hear again. He blinked, mumbled a few choice words and handed the man another twenty dollar bill.

Bulma sucked on the lemon wedge garnishing her glass, watching the exchange with great interest. After their server was gone, she raised a brow and asked “What was that about?”

“Just making sure we got the drinks quickly.” Vegeta could feel his cheeks flushing, “Look, I’m sorry but did you call our business meeting a date?”

“Mmmhmmm,” she mumbled around the lemon wedge she was still sucking on.

Suddenly Vegeta’s neck felt hot, “Look Briefs, I don’t known how you’ve deluded yourself into thinking this was anything but a meeting between two coworkers, but this is so not a date.”

He was never quite sure how she did it, but Bulma always had this way of looking right through him. Being a good lawyer meant having a good poker face, and Vegeta always had believed his was the best in the business. It’s how he acquired his own law firm at 25 and had been successful ever since. But this infuriating woman could see through him as easy as a pane on glass.

She removed the lemon wedge from her lips, smirk causing the corner of her mouth to turn up, “Really?”

“Yes woman,” Vegeta hissed, “not every single man in the world has to fall at your feet. Your imagination is almost as big as your ego.”

Frowning, Bulma dropped the drained lemon wedge on her napkin, “Hey no need to get nasty. Usually when you call me to a business meeting it’s at the lab. Not some swanky restaurant. Forgive me for assuming this was supposed to be something else.” She dropped her eyes back to the table, grabbing a complimentary piece of bread from the basket.

Vegeta exhaled through his nose. He and his big mouth. She had him there. When he needed to talk to her about something he would usually catch her in the lab. He wasn’t lying when he said he had business things to discuss, but well…

He sighed, then reached out and grabbed the back support of her dinner chair, dragging the whole piece of furniture and Bulma closer to him. It made an obnoxious scraping noise, but he really didn’t care. When she was within whispering range, he leaned over and muttered, “Sorry.”

Her eyelashes were so long he realized as they blinked at him, the crinkles beside her eyes betraying her smile, “It’s alright tough guy.”

Vegeta allowed himself a small lip twitch. That is until a shaky voice on the other side of the table asked, “Are you ready to order-”

It was Bulma who spoke when she realized Vegeta’s jaw muscle had tensed, “Just get us whatever the specials are tonight; he will have a beef item, rare and I’ll have chicken if it’s available.”

The waiter, as if sensing his impending doom slowly backed away, not fully turning until he’d reached the kitchen.

Bulma pinched Vegeta’s cheek, “Could you please try and not eat the wait staff? Poor guy looks like he’s about to pee his pants.”

Vegeta pulled his face away from her fingers, “it would serve that obnoxious little shit right. He’s worse than a flea.”

“Vegeta,” she warned, “please be nice. For once?”

“Tch.” He scowled and pulled out his phone, pulling up the business documents he needed to go over with her, “Whatever.”

Bulma sighed, and then took a sip of her gin and tonic, “In any case, you look nice. I like you in navy. I’ve never seen that sweater before; is it new? Sure this isn’t a date?”

Vegeta felt his blood pressure rising, the sweater was in fact new, “Woman please…”

“Just saying, you invite me to dinner which you’ve never done before…”

“Briefs I swear-”

“And you’re dressed like a GQ model with that tight navy sweater and black pants…”

“Please stop talking now-”

“And you took my shawl for me…”

“I am never being nice to you again.”

“You even know my favorite drink,”

“It’s all you ever have when you drink alcohol.”

“Pretty good memory if you ask me.”

Vegeta scowled, cheeks burning bright red, “Anyways, here are the documents your father wanted you to look over.” He slid his phone to her, “when you stop talking maybe we can actually get some work done.”

Bulma sighed, then picked up the phone, “Fine, fine. Maybe you should start drinking. You’d be more fun then.”

Eyes narrowed, Vegeta picked up his highball and took a sip. Bulma’s gaze danced across the screen of his phone, finger brushing up so she could read the rest of the document. They were both silent for several minutes when he saw Bulma’s eyes widen.

“What?” He asked.

She flipped the phone around, and Vegeta was horrified to see she was in his pictures folder. The image now on the screen was her, bent over in the lab studying a blueprint. Her long blue hair piled on top of her head and held in place with a pen, face concentrated on whatever she was looking at.

Vegeta paled. He’d taken that the other day and obviously without her consent. She’d called him to say she’d bought him a sandwich and invited him down to eat. Vegeta never turned down food, or a chance to be with her whenever possible. She’d soon forgotten her own sandwich, getting wrapped up in her own brilliant mind and began redesigning a space pod. He watched her in content silence and thought she’d never looked more beautiful. So he secretly took a picture, obviously never imagining she would see it.

And now Bulma was staring at him with a confused expression and he guilty snatched the phone from her hand, shoving it in his pocket and looking away, “We’re done here.”

“Vegeta-”

He made a movement to get up, but stilled momentarily when he felt her grab his hand, “Vegeta, stop it.” She insisted, “Can you quit trying to run away and talk to me?” The fingers on his hand tightened, and he slowly felt his resolve waning. What was he supposed to say? What did she want him to say? That she was right? Because she was, partly. He’d wanted to impress her, not necessarily on purpose but he figured having her alone for once might help. However, he was just a lawyer and former street kid. He’d brought himself up from nothing; had survived by the skin of his teeth doing less than legal things and the only thing that spurred him on was his pride.

She was the complete opposite. Bulma’s family was wealthy and she was used to the best things in life. She could have anyone she wanted. What chance did he have with her? Why was he even trying? Eyes closed tightly, he made the hardest decision of his life and snatched his hand away and stormed out the door as Bulma looked on, hurt; the food just being brought out and laid onto the table.

-

The channels on the television flipped robotically, Vegeta not really watching anything. It had been a bad night. Already stripped out of that new sweater, he sat on the couch shirtless and in sweat pants. How could he face her in the morning? He’d already drafted a resignation letter, more than prepared to walk in and slam it down on her desk right when he walked through Capsule Corps door.

Temper flaring, he pitched the remote into the wall. The flimsy plastic broke apart, batteries flying across the room. He was such an idiot. He’d just ruined the best thing in his life in less than an hour. Vegeta supposed he could easily open his firms doors again and pray his reputation wouldn’t be too soiled, but the promise of a paycheck was the furthest thing from his mind. All he really wanted was her, pressed up against his side as the two of them watched television together. His damn pride was his biggest asset and hinderance sometimes.

A light knock came on his front door.

His head turned slightly, brows furrowing. Who the hell would be knocking on his door at ten o clock at night? Beside him, his phone buzzed, the preview of a text flashing across he lock screen:

“Hey, open the door.”

It was Bulma’s name. His jaw tightened, hand twitching as he fought the urge to reply.

Bzz: “VEGETA, come on. Please?”

He exhaled through his nose and stormed to the door, throwing it open. There she was. Still in her red dress and shawl, a takeout bag in hand and his coat draped over her arm. She blinked, eyes roaming over his heavily muscled bare chest, “Oh, uh, hi.”

Forearm pressed against the doorframe, he sighed, “What is it Briefs?”

Bulma cleared her throat, trying in vain to take her eyes off his muscles, “Uh, you forgot your jacket. And I got the food to go. Maybe we can eat it here and talk?”

“About what?”

Scowling, Bulma pushed past him and into the living room, “Please, can we not play this game anymore? It’s getting old.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes, but followed her to the couch where she had already started laying out the food on his coffee table, “Woman, this really isn’t neces-”

“I didn’t know you did jujitsu!” She interrupted, skittering off to look at a picture on his wall, “Wow! That explains the muscles. It looks like your standing with a big trophy! But who’s that spikey haired guy with the bigger trophy -”

“Bulma,” Vegeta hissed, “what the fuck are you doing here? It’s late. I’m tired. And we have work in the morning.”

She turned, hands on her hips, “You should have thought about that before you ran away from our date!”

“For the love of…Bulma it wasn’t a date.”

“Who do you think you’re fooling?” Within a few steps she was in front of him, blue eyes burning into him, “Why would you invite me out to dinner? Why would you buy a new sweater? It still had the price tag on the back collar, so don’t even pretend like you’ve had it forever. And why was there a picture of me in your phone?”

“Why the fuck were you going through my pictures anyway?” He growled, “You’re looking far into it Briefs.”

Bulma’s sighed, “You’re hopeless. You know that right?”

“It’s for the best.” He said coldly, “I have nothing to offer you anyway.”

“You.”

“What?”

Small tears were beginning to brim in Bulma’s eyes, “There’s you. You’re smart, and cunning and even funny in you’re own weird way. I see when we’re in public places and you look only at me. And when we’re in crowds you put your hand on the small of my back because you know I’ll get lost.”

Vegeta swallowed, suddenly feeling a stirring within himself. An uncomfortable, ripped open sensation.

Bulma continued, reaching out and touching Vegeta’s sharp cheekbone, “I know how much work you have, but still you come visit me in the lab. You let me drunk text you and you always answer, even at three in the morning. Even if it’s snarky I don’t care, because it’s you. I wish you could see what I see when you look at me. Because it’s wonderful; you’re wonderful.”

Vegeta stood frozen, mind playing catch up with what she was saying, “So, you…think I’m tolerable?”

Choking out a laugh, Bulma nodded, “More often than not. But even when your an asshole I like you.”

“You, like me?”

“Yes.”

Vegeta blinked, “So…”

Bulma rolled her eyes, “Geeze Vegeta, do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Spell what?”

Bulma wrapped both arms arms around his neck, and dragged his face down to meet hers.

anonymous asked:

You know, I kind of feel sorry for Bill. Like, he deserves it completely, but...I feel sorry for the guy. You know?

It’s understandable. He’s in a pretty pitiful situation. I mean take all his power, kick down his thousand-mile-high pedestal, and stick him with a bunch of people who hold a grudge against him and what do you have left?

Asteroid Series: Dark Asteroids

Okay so someone asked me to explain the asteroids and THERE’S SO MANY so I’m gonna make a series! Tonight I’m looking at dark asteroids because I mean… Pluto in the 8th House, go figure. To find the asteroids in your chart, get your chart on astro.com and when in the chart selection go to the bottom and put the number into the bar given.

Lucifer (1930): As I understand it, it represents our rise and fall, the thing that boosts our ego and can simultaneously break it (and others).

Kaali (4227): This is the asteroid that involves dark rituals and involvement with the astral planes.

Nessus (7066): This asteroid represents sexual abuse but also betrayed trust, any kind of abuse and deadly jealousy.

Dejanira (157): Shows us what we are victimised by

Karma (3811): Shows us where our karma appears, what we need to work on

Orcus (90482): A dwarf planet with similarities to Pluto with more focus on spiritual corruption and redemption.

Happy Birthday!

(A birthday fic for everyone’s favorite doof, Markiplier!)

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

It’s so loud that Mark jumps several feet back in one, frightened bound. Everyone is gathered in his living room, the Egos and his friends and Amy, holding a cake in her hands. They’re all smiling, and Wilford is currently giving a solo on a kazoo. And it’s all so silly and wonderful that Mark just melts into pure happiness.

Kathryn has organized a table of Mark’s favorite foods and has battled quite valiantly to keep the Egos’ dirty little hands off it while they waited for Host to bring Mark back from Ego Inc. Tyler and the Googles set up all the decorations, and it’s certainly not the prettiest sight. But Mark appreciates the thought more than anything else. Ethan and Bim guide Mark over to the “special birthday seat” they’ve made up for him which is just his most comfy chair with balloons taped to it.

King of Squirrels walks over, takes the crown from his head, and puts it on Mark’s. “Just for today!” he warns Mark. “I dub you, Sir Markiplier, king for a day!” The others cheer, and Mark blushes so brightly that he almost matches the rubies in King’s crown.

Amy lets Wilford light the candles on the cake with Kat’s supervision. “No goofs,” Amy warns him as he makes a face and lights the candles and only the candles on fire. “All together now!”

And they start singing Happy Birthday to Mark. Wilford throws an arm around Bim’s shoulders as they break into two part harmony, and Dr. Iplier manages an impressive falsetto. Amy brings the cake over to Mark’s birthday throne and holds it out for him with a huge smile on her beautiful face. Mark notices that on the cake in green icing instead of “Happy Birthday” are the words, “B to Blow.”

He giggles a little, and when they stop singing, Amy tells him, “Make a wish!” Mark knows exactly what his wish is without even having to consider. He takes a deep, deep breath and blows out all the candles in one try. “I see all that jabbering does you some good,” Amy says with a laugh a gives Mark a quick peck on the cheek. “Alright, Birthday Boy gets the first slice!”

Kathryn refuses to let Wilford cut the cake no matter how much he protests. They let Google do it instead since he can actually make all the pieces the exact same size so that everyone gets an equal share. Even Tim gets a slice, just so he doesn’t feel left out. Chica, nervous but still excited, seats herself across Mark’s lap, her tail wagging happily off one end and her head nuzzling under his hand on the other.

They all sit around, laughing and talking together about funny memories of Mark. The Egos hang on to every word of the team’s stories of Mark stumbling around half-asleep after finishing the editing for “A Date with Markiplier” or the time that Tyler smashed the famous table Mark faceplanted on, it’s all new to them. Host seems to enjoy the stories the most, leaning back in his chair and smiling to himself as if, for once, he doesn’t mind that he’s not the one telling the tales.

“Time for gifts! Time for gifts!” Tim announces, throwing his little hands in the air happily. “Open mine first, Mark!” Tim hands Mark an even smaller box which has a small button inside. “It’s for when one falls off of your shirt!”

Mark smiles and thanks his little biscuit. The Egos tell him their present can wait for the end, and so they move on to Teamiplier. Tyler and Ethan give Mark a coupon book full of pieces of paper that say things like “Free trip to Cracker Barrel,” “Free ‘Go Away Now’ Card,” and the like. Mark laughs and tucks the little book away in his pocket for later as Kat and Amy bring over their gifts of food, which Mark probably appreciates the most out of anything.

Finally, Wilford agrees to show Mark the Ego’s present, which he claims is really a present for everybody. “I’ll take everyone if you all get close.” Once they all gather around Warfstache, the Ego shouts a loud, “Poof!” And they’re all suddenly flying through his void, tumbling head over heels until they break through to the other side like falling out of water.

Other than Wilford, everyone else lands sloppily on their faces or backs or another person. When they all scramble to their feet, Mark looks up and gasps. “Wilford! How?”

“Bim and I made it.” He gestures up to the house. It’s colossal and unusual, colorful and lopsided, but it’s the most appropriate house for the Egos that Mark could’ve ever imagined. There’s a giant oak growing right out of the top of it, and half of it is raised up on stilts while the other half seems somewhat buried in the hillside of the wilderness where the house rests alone among the trees.

Bim looks at Amy and smiles. “We thought since you had such bad memories at the other building… and-and since Dark is in control of that place, we decided to move!” He glances between the house and Amy and Mark. “Do-do you like it?”

“Like it?” Amy asks. “It’s amazing! I love it!”

Kat, Ethan, and Tyler gather around. “Can we see inside?” Ethan asks.

Wilford clears his throat, putting on his best TV show host voice and declaring. “Right this way, ladies, gentlemen, and of course, all other configurations of being!” And leads them through on the grand tour. As they step inside, Amy drops back to the back of the group where Mark is smiling just as bright as day and looking around at the others’ excitement.

“You look happy,” she says softly.

He takes her hand in his. “I am, Liebling.”

Amy grins over at him. “So, what did you wish for?”

Mark glances around once more at the new house, the Egos, and his friends all happy together and safe. “This,” he says, “this is the best thing I could wish for.”