the gift of presence

Venus Signs as Girls

Aries Venus: Raunchy Girl

she knows what she wants and how to get it. she gets sprung up easily and has high sexual energy to keep the others interested. she likes blowing shit up and staying in control. however, she loses interest fast. trying to keep her on her toes is near impossible unless u can match her energy. she knows how to get others riled up, some call her a major tease. she will keep your head spinning.


Taurus Venus: Expensive Girl

she comes with a price and u need to be willing to deal with her. she can be relentless. she doesn’t budge for anyone and her tastes always come with a heavy price tag! she wants glamour, chocolates, ur honesty and comfort. she doesnt deal with unpredictability well. she wants to be able to read you and solidify a long lasting romance. her features are so captivating its hard not to be attracted to her. expect her in silks and w/ glossy lips.


Gemini Venus: Cool Girl

she enters with style and quickness. she entices you with one conversation. she has stories in the back of her pockets and she is very airy. she might spread love in platonic ways but she still struggles with finding who she is esp in relationships so she usually retreats back to loneliness. all she wants is someone who can lead the unexpected and talk endless convos with. she is into art, music and the adrenaline.


Cancer Venus: Ethereal Girl

her large eyes will provoke your vulnerability. she wants to care for you, to understand u better but she also wants ur warmth. she is delicate and its hard for her to move on once the relationship has ended. she is used to loneliness so she tries not to be too much but it never works out. she shows her affection in various and noticeable ways such as cooking, having intimate conversations and gifts.


Leo Venus: Stargirl

her presence is magnetic. she has a big heart and gold aura that it’s hard for people to resist her. she likes to showcase her talents, her creativity, and to be applauded. yes, she loves an audience! she wants partners that appreciate her and that she can spoil. reciprocation is key for her. she likes public romances and strive to be that “it” couple.


Virgo Venus: Untouchable Girl

its hard to capture the heart of the venus virgo. she expects too much from others and not enough from herself. she gets sprung out easily and she tries to conceal it but it always ends in frantic cries. she is put together for the most part. sleek style. likes to insert control of all areas in her life. she may run lovers away because of her strict ways. she is constantly learning to accommodate for others. once she finds the perfect partner, she will give part of herself to them. she is a healer, an oracle, a treasure


Libra Venus: Party Girl

she loves glam and the fluorescent lights. she idealizes love to the point she loses herself. she wants to be your muse. your dream girl. but she may find it hard to stay in relationships bc her airy nature always comes to haunt her. she lives for the party atmosphere, to dance freely and converse over some cocktails. she may adorn herself with diamonds and a sleek slip dress.


Scorpio Venus: Mystique Girl

she offers a strange vibe that u need to know more. she reveals nothing but keeps your mind wanting all of her. she needs ur loyalty and ur trust. she seems a bit off putting bc she is scared. she must not lose you. she can be really daring but also grounded. if she cries, you will definitely hear her. she lingers in the room, maybe to the sidelines but your eyes somehow will always drift to her. she’s intoxicating. you just need to know more


Sagittarius Venus: Hell Girl

she isnt demonic but she can be hard to figure out. she is here for the fun, for the scenery, for the company. she loses interest quick because no one can seem to measure up to her expansive vision. she likes to be wild, to let loose, to scream, to hook up. she cannot be tamed. her beliefs are important to her and she can be a bit full of herself but it’s all for good measure. she always gets the last word and never tell her she is wrong. you won’t hear the end of it


Capricorn Venus: Ice Girl

she is cold to the bone but its bc she doesnt amuse romance well. she wants the power and triumph of love. if you have high status u will appeal to her well. she is reserved, calculating and enjoys getting her way. she feels like she can be too much for people so she reserves her insecurities. she may treat your romance like a business but its bc that is what she does best. once she finds the right partner, it is hard for her to leave and she will need their trust in order for her to come forward of her problems. she can easily be tense but she hides it with her wealth. she may splurge in alcohol to keep her rested.


Aquarius Venus: Electric Girl

She will literally make ur head spin and keep you on your toes. u cant tie her down. she sleeps around to fill some void and bc she lives for the ride of it. She has really pecuilar interests and she makes u look twice at her bc of her striking appearance. she loves color and music, other times she loves to tap into dark energy. she isnt consistent and if u want her attention u have to keep it.


Pisces Venus: Pixie Girl

she wants to lose herself in romance, to hold her partner’s hand with softness and relish in her fairytale. she has a delicate heart and when it shatters, she withdrawals. she becomes vacant. those glowy eyes turn to black. but she often doesn’t get to this point. her wishful thinking is what gets her in trouble. she is easily manipulated, taken for granted by people with bad intentions. she enjoys art, symphonies, and vulnerability

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dedicated to @yatoqmi​. Belated Happy Birthday Jolyn! 9/26 ♥

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happy birthday, seyma! @doumekism (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。

May you take time
to celebrate the quiet miracles
that seek no attention. May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven
around the heart of wonder.
—  John O’Donohue | For Presence
♛ Exposing BTS Series ♛ Namjoon: A Born Leader (Part I)

Originally posted by ksjknj

Just from looking at his signs and aspects, one can tell that we are dealing with a man of great talent and purpose. Looking further into his natal chart confirms this. Let’s see what truly makes Namjoon our golden leader.

(extremely long, detailed text/gif heavy post ahead!)

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Galactic Anthroplogy

“They mass-slaughter this organism called "flowers” and give the bound mass of corpses to their desired mate as a courting ritual, possibly as proof of ability. Truly fascinating.“

An excerpt from the widely acclaimed ‘A Comprehensive Study of the Complex Social Dynamics of Humans’, Section 347-D3, ‘Ritual Wooing

“- Amongst the many diverse cultures of the human hive, a fairly prominent behavior becomes apparent to the observer, unique for the fact that it seems instinctual despite geographic location. This contrasts with much of the operant conditioning observed through their constructed hives and cultural rituals.

As previously indicated, nearly all human colonies display dominion over the surrounding inorganic and organic structure, perhaps as an exercise to constantly re-establish themselves as the apex species on their planet (Though their subservience to particular grain bearing flora and vegetative growths is well documented, see section 235-A6 ‘Human Propagation of Flora and Fauna, the Mass Human Effort known as ‘Agriculture’)

This behavior is displayed further during social rituals to establish further emotional and cognitive bond amongst colony members. The individual human gathers certain flower bearing growths from their surroundings -either from gathering them from the soil themselves, or obtaining them from the local distributor in exchange for currency- and gifts the slowly dying biomass to other individuals for ritualistic purposes.

As practice, the act has much significance socially, ranging from welcoming colony mates who have established familial dens in the dwelling space next to them (though apartment plants seem to be mostly living growths in containers, a behavior that may be linked to their need to display dominion of their environ. See Section 654-H7 ‘Non Species Specific Social Interactions’) yet is diverse enough to extend to gifts toward the individual humans birther on the celebration day of birthers, and to attract both reproductive and nonreproductive mates.

Such an activity is distinctive to humans, and can be attributed to their constant need for external stimulus. The growths serve a multifaceted purpose by providing olfactory, visual, and textural stimuli in a non harmful way, creating a sort of positive reinforcement that is associated with the individual who gave them. This, of course, leads to an enhanced emotional and mental cognitive state between individuals in further social interaction.

(The absence of gustatory stimuli by such growths is often noted, and as such, humans have taken to presenting gifts of carbohydrate rich foodstuff to accommodate the lack of presence in the flora.)

Many actions are taken to ensure the longest amount of positive stimulus is received from the cut growths. Many humans receiving will create a solution of hydro-nutrient feed to extend the life of the growth, and place the container and the flora somewhere in their dwelling or productivity space. Despite humans understanding that the growths would have a longer effect if they were not cut from their subterranean feed systems, it is still most common to give the dying stalks of flora instead of a live organism. Here in lies yet another idiosyncrasy of the species, a instinctual effort dominating an intellectual knowledge, once again exposing their relatively new evolution into sentient beings.-’

Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, Who is in you, Whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honour God with your body. 1 Corinthians 6:19-20
God has taken up His dwelling inside of us through His Spirit. Our acceptability to God as His holy dwelling came at a great price
to Him – the death of His Son, Jesus! How can we refuse to honour His holy presence in us? How can we not live a holy life in response to His grace?

PRAYER: Forgive me, dear Father, for the times that I have lost sight of the wonder of Your presence within me. The gift of Your Spirit is a dazzling and humbling grace. Once again, Father, I present my body as a living sacrifice to please and honour You. Lead me, cleanse me, purify me, and make me like
Jesus by Your Spirit. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.

The Holy Avenger/Weapons of Legend.

Originally posted by geekwarrior77

Sometimes a sword isn’t just a sword. Maybe it was a gift from a woman ascending from the depths of a lake to gift a blade that declared the presence of the once and future king. Perhaps it was forged from the heart of a star, quenched by the blood of the divine. Or it may be nothing more than steel forged by a talented hand, becoming more than just a tool in the right battle, in the right hand, in the right moment.

Originally posted by gameraboy

They always have names, for they would just be steel without them, forgotten in the shadow of their wielders. Excalibur, Durandal, Joyeuse, Zufiqar, Balmung, Curtana  Kusanagi, Aerondight, Carsomyr, Daystar. Only the last three were imagined fairly recently, the rest being weapons of legend across the world carrying the weight of centuries. Of them, Joyeuse is one of the few to have certainly existed, the blade stored for posterity in the millennia since it was carried by Charlemagne.

The significance of such weapons is acknowledged for Paladins in the existence of Holy Avenger Weapons, blades brimming with divine power. They are not limited to swords either, though that is the tradition. In the hands of a good Dungeon Master, a Paladin acquiring such a weapon should feel at once the scale of the martial power in their hands, and the responsibility press on them. For they now carry something that has a legend all on its own, and they will either be a footnote in history, or equal to the giants who came before them.

Originally posted by they-give-me-hope

Or perhaps they discover, to their initial puzzlement, that the weapon that slew the dragon, broke the dark lord, and blessed by the sun, is in reality no different than any other blade they’ve carried. Why did the legends speak so highly of such a thing? You realize the truth when you see the look in people’s eyes, fervent and inspired, as you do great deeds, and whether you even drew steel becomes irrelevant. The Power of Stories can give life to any object, and humanity’s love for tales can breath life even into the inanimate. In the end, the potential to do great things was always with us, not in the objects we carry.

Originally posted by 1650se

So if you want to impact any paladin, knight, or warrior with a weapon as more than just a sharper pointy object, then use it to tell a story that will mean something to them. Give a piece of metal to them, and help them realize that the power to forge greatness is in their hands. Pass on a sword carried by their heroes and loved ones to reinforce that they are worthy of a legacy that goes on for ages. Let the blade appear from a font of light, or from the hands of fate, to promise that the faith they have in their cause is returned by the forces that exist beyond our sight. Or have it be tainted by evil, only to become purified by their wielder’s touch, a reminder that they have the power to unmake evil’s presence in the world.

Tell a story, and with it, encourage a Paladin to make that story their own.

“This is my story, not yours. Let me finish the telling of it.”

“The greatest gift you can give to another is your Unconditioned Presence, without adding any judgement.”  -Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

shinee celebrates blingy j’s b-day

onew:

  • oh right it’s blingy’s birthday 
  • they should probably do something
  • blew all the air in the balloons and needed to lie down for a while bc he was lightheaded 
  • taemin keeps rubbing balloons into his hair while he’s resting saying “static electricity woooo~~~” 
  • “this is nice but remember when you guys forgot my birthday last year”
  •  grabs jong by the shoulders “enjoy youth while you can jonghyun *faraway look in his eye* times goes by so quickly” / jong: hyung we’re literally four months apart”) 
  • also his birthday punches hurt a lot wtf (there is also an option of birthday ddakbam but jong’s head might explode if he does that) 

key:

  • kicks jong out of the dorm before the party (“idc where you go you just can’t stay here” / jong: “kibum let me get DRESSED FIRST BEFORE YOU SHOVE ME OUT THE DOOR”) 
  • but tbh what surprises can you plan by now tho
  • he knows that jong knows that he knows that he knows, you know? 
  • blew out the candle before jong could heh heh `ㅂ´ and does it again after jong demanded a redo (jong: omg who DOES that) 
  • jong: where’s my gift?? / key: my presence is your present / jong: ok / key: it’s a lot punnier in english ok 

minho:

  • keeps kicking around the balloons like soccer balls 
  • made taemin sit on the ground with his arms up so he could use them as a goal but keeps kicking them square in his face and not through his arms
  • why is he always on candle duty 
  • the name flaming charisma was never meant to be taken literally!!!!!
  • he found this 5 candle (jong: why is it a five / minho: bc……….. there’s five of us……… and taemin help / taemin: you’re five. call me hyung) 
  • *grabs jonghyun’s neck and slams his head into the cake* (onew: oh *puts down his fork*) 

taemin:

  • forgot to pick up the cake 
  • key is going to kill him
  • he begged him for an important job this year instead of his usual one of just making sure that he does NOT send party details to the 5hinee group chat 
  • may or may not have forgotten to even order a cake at all 
  • runs to the bakery (”hi yes i am shinee’s taemin pls if you love shinee sos i will do ring ding dong rn for your cooperation”) 
  • haha score, got the cake in your FACE key hyung 
  • @ jong “omg you’re so old” 6v6

jonghyun:

  • honestly cannot tell if this day is about celebrating or punishing him 
  • jk he loves his members 

ot5: 

  • jong: “i knew that you guys were doing this”
  • key: “yeah it’s almost like we’ve been doing this 5 times a year for the past 10 years” 
  • jong: “yeah that too but also taemin ran past me holding a cake box and screaming don’t look at me like 20 mins ago”
  • taemin: *fingerguns at jong* discretion is not my forte

A man enters an office supply store. He was a mere mortal seconds before, but as he passes through the door he becomes a customer. His superior gaze drifts across his domain and settles on the cashier. 

“Do you sell stamps?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say,” However-”

“I want one.”

However, we sell them only in sets of ten.”

“But I want one.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I can’t sell you a single stamp.”

“Can’t you just…” He (skillfully) mimicks the act of ripping apart paper. 

Clearly, I have never thought of this. My simple mind grapples with the idea. I realize I am dealing with a genius, and yet, I regretfully inform him, “Sorry. They come on stickersheets, and anyways, the barcode–”

“Well that’s just rubbish,” he informs me. He is right. I realize this now. His genius ignites a spark within me. 

“You are right,” I tell him as I take fifteen sheets of stamps into my hands and begin to tear them apart. I type 0,019 stamps and press a non-existent key on the register. I hold out a quarter of a stamp to the customer (with a smile), but he shakes his head (without a smile). I rip apart all the stamps I can find, desperate to please him, for he has gifted this humble store with his presence. From the pieces, I begin to assemble a perfect, custom-made stamp. It is worth exactly 66,66€. I single-handedly reprogramme not only my cash desk, but the entire system. It can now scan any stamp in (or out of) existence. It is raining stamps. I am smiling.

Two hours later, it is done. Beaming, and covered in the torn remains of hundreds of unfortunate stamps, I hold the perfect stamp out to The Customer. He accepts it. I rejoice. It might just be my high fever and blurry gaze, but I think the right corner of his mouth moved upwards for exactly half a second. I am blessed. 

He licks the stamp and slaps it onto a letter. He wants to lend a pen. I lend him a pen. When he is done, he holds the letter out to me expectantly. He does not say a word, my silent angel, but I can tell what he wants. Thus is our connection. There is nothing, I assure you, nothing I would have rather done than to accept his letter, on my knees, with tears of gratitude streaming down my cheeks… But alas: 

“I want to send the letter,” my dear customer finally says, after the silence has stretched into infinity and back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir,” I say with a polite smile, brushing stamps off my shoulders, “We don’t accept mail. We only sell stamps.” 

After all, you can’t make exceptions to a well-established rule in the workplace. 

The customer doesn’t bat an eyelash. “That’s okay,” he says with a disarming smile. “I wouldn’t ask the impossible of you.” 

As he turns to walk away, a single tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it off with a stamp that wears his majestic face, hand-stitched by me. 

I don’t tell him there’s a mailbox around the corner.

(That’s not my job.) 

You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

Rest of what I wrote: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

No Longer

Summary: Bucky reflects on your relationship. 

Pairing:  Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 335

A/N: Something a bit different, but I really like this one. It gives me poetry vibes.

Originally posted by bovaria

He no longer thinks she is beautiful.

He no longer thinks she is his other half.

He no longer thinks she is The One.  

No longer.  

Bucky knows from science class that the sun is the centre of our solar system, a gaseous orb floating and spinning in space. To him, the centre of his solar system wears his t-shirts to sleep, sips tea on rainy days, and serenades him when he can’t sleep.  Any room that is gifted with her presence shines, the drops of light painting a mosaic on the walls just so, a masterpiece of reds, oranges and yellows marvelous enough to rival Van Gogh’s.

She’s not beautiful, she is radiant.  

At night, when the sun is extinguished outside, he finds it in her kisses.  The heat burns like an inferno when he hears the sounds she makes, when they are both breathless and she whispers his name. And in the morning, when he wakes from the darkness and sees her sleeping face, the light comes all at once; not a switch of a dimmer, the illumination of a spotlight in the show only for him.  A brighter and happier yellow than the yolks in her famous fried eggs.

She’s not his other half, she is his everything.  

Hers is the only face he wants at the end of a long day.  Struggles feel like the gusts of a hurricane, but when she is there the wind passes and the gentle warmth of her rays come. He wants to spend the nights wrapped in bed with her, until it’s impossible to tell where he finishes and she begins, scents mixing to create a perfume better than the most expensive Chanel.

She’s not The One, she is The Only One.  

Bucky has the ring box  as he approaches her, heart in his hands, about to beg the sun to warm his earth forever. He is no longer going to wait to spend the rest of his life with her.  

No longer.

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How Would You Feel | Seth Rollins

Title: How Would You Feel

Pairing: Seth Rollins/Reader

Summary: “How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?”

Word Count: 3,586

Warning: no warnings, I don’t think…

A/N: At first, this fic was going to be based around “Start of Time” by Gabrielle Aplin and then, as I was writing the end of this fic I was listening to Ed… so here we are lol. Also, please forgive any typos. I literally put this in my queue at 5am😩

Tags: @rebelfleur22 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @panda-girl1999 | If i’ve missed anyone or you would like to be tagged, please let me know!

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot:  The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

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Sorting The Avengers in Hogwarts houses!

Note: This is the first time i’ve sorted anyone! I might get a few wrong, and we may think differently. That’s okay! These are just my thoughts, and you are more than free to give yours too. 


Tony Stark: This… Could go either way for me. I think Tony has both Ravenclaw and Slytherin traits. Though overall i think he is Slytherin.

Originally posted by stiilesstilinski

Steve Rogers: Completely a  Gryffindor. He has every single trait the Brave house shares. And frankly i don’t know what other house would suit him more.

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Bruce Banner: Ravenclaw! This one was pretty obvious. Bruce is extremely smart and wise, and would for sure do very well in this house.

Originally posted by cinexphile

Natasha Romanoff: Slytherin! She is very Cunning and has a fire inside her, just like most of her housemates.

Originally posted by basicmarvelnerd

Clint Barton: Hufflepuff! Loyal, kind, and sticks to his friends sides, he is truly a cute lil’ huffpuff.

Originally posted by stiilesstilinski

Thor: He cares about his friends and would always stick by their side. Not to mention all the gifts he gives to his roommate (Aka his presence). I think Thor is a Hufflepuff!

Originally posted by mightythor

Rhodey: Without a question, Gryffindor! He risks his life constantly for his job, and puts nerve over all. 

Originally posted by dailyrhodey

Scott Lang: Hufflepuff! Our Scott is very genuine and kind, and really i think he’s a very very good example of a pure Hufflepuff.

Originally posted by skyexwanda

Peter Parker: Ravenclaw! Though i do think he would be good in Hufflepuff, his wit, mind, and wisdom are his true traits. (In my sorting hat book)

Originally posted by manny-mellark

T’challaGryffindor! He’s brave, chivalrous, and daring, which is why i put him in there!

Originally posted by miscellame

Sam Wilson: Honestly, this one is a little hard. Though i know him for his kindness and loyalty to Steve, others could say his willingness to save people tops it all, but i think he’d do well in Hufflepuff.

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

Bucky/ Winter solider: Bucky is Hufflepuff, since he always makes sure Steve is happy,  and stays by his side forever. The winter solider is  Gryffindor.

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Wanda: I feel like through she could be a Gryffindor, she would do much better in  Slytherin. Since she’s a very ambitious and now mostly cares about herself and only herself. 

Originally posted by comicbookdaily

Pietro:  Gryffindor! It’s a little hard to place him, since he wasn’t in the movie all that much (ow) but i think the way he saved Clint was brave and daring. Which seems to be his main traits.

Originally posted by marvelmaximoff

Vision: He does have a almost limitless amount of information at his hands, and is very accepting, so really, what other house than Ravenclaw! 

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock