the logic the heart and the soul

Aries:
Exoteric Description: Pioneer, discovering an identity, socially undeveloped, impulsive, spontaneous, childlike
Esoteric Description: Lower concrete mind becomes illuminated by soul, bridge from unconscious to conscious, a point of light in the mind of God


Taurus:
Exoteric Description: Romantic, material, creative, inflexible, traditional, grounded, desiring  
Esoteric Description: The eye of illumination, victorious, nurturer of light, aspiration, lover, visionary, intelligent desire 


Gemini:
Exoteric Description: Talkative, messenger, teacher, multiple, unstable, changeable, clever, dynamic, childish
Esoteric Description: Revered energy that lies behind every sign, resolution of opposites, dissolver of boundaries between consciousness 


Cancer:
Exoteric Description: Moody, unstable, hysterical, maternal, withdrawing, homely, comforting, fearful, dependent
Esoteric Description: Master of the emotional realm, magnetising soul into form, Mother of All Forms, sensitized to spirit 


Leo:
Exoteric Description: Expressive, dramatic, theatrical, self indulgent, egoistical, childish, demanding, invalidated 
Esoteric Description: Soul quality, self realization, heart radiated leadership, God’s will, Festival of Heart and Soul


Virgo
Exoteric Description:
Assisting, logical, nervous, mentally active, problem solver, critical, virtuous 
Esoteric Description: Womb of Time, nurturing mother of hidden reality, Guardian of the Christ Principle, Founder of Matriarch, synthesis of feminine aspects 


Libra
Exoteric Description: Lover, idealistic, dependent, social, charming, projecting, harmonizer, self conscious 
Esoteric Description: Pristine balance of matter and spirit, spiritual energy on lower levels, Sign of Intuitive Perception, ‘Super Mind’ the mind responsive to the voice of God

Scorpio
Exoteric Description:
Intense, confronting, compulsive, private, possessive, confrontational, moody, transformative, sign of death, desiring 
Esoteric Description: Magnetic energy, Divine Sacrifice, illumination of intellect through soul light, Dweller on the Threshold, transmutation of material desire into spiritual desire

Sagittarius 
Exoteric Description:
Adventurous, searching, spontaneous, reactive, active, intelligent, comedic, unpredictable, blunt, optimistic 
Esoteric Description: The Coming One, controls the negative dweller, early stages of soul consciousness, flies on the wings of the soul 

Capricorn
Exoteric Description:
Reticent, disciplined, workaholic, obsessive, unrelenting, committed, reliable, mature, old soul
Esoteric Description: Sign of mystery, "doorway into life of those who know not death.“, birth of individual Christ, an intuitive sign, soul consciousness in later stages

Aquarius
Exoteric Description:
Outlandish, shocking, intelligent, unstable, detached, humanitarian, isolated, misunderstood, charismatic 
Esoteric Description: Intuitive consciousness, sign of world service, lost in light supernal, Spiritual Soul

Pisces
Exoteric Description:
Idealistic, imaginative, spiritual, frail, martyred, moody, vague, responsive, empathetic, artistic 
Esoteric Description: World Saviour, blending of soul and form, releaser of imprisoned life into the spirit, instrument of divine love



Sometimes there’s a war between your head and your heart. Your head always wants to make the most logical decisions, while your heart knows what is truly meant for you. Sometimes its necessary to listen to your heart, for the goodness of your mind and soul.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin
Venus in the Elements

Fire (aries, leo, sagittarius) signs need calm, gentle, mysterious love

Earth (taurus, virgo, capricorn) signs need soul-shattering, heart-wrenching love

Air (gemini, libra, aquarius) signs need unreasonable, incomprehensible love

Water (cancer, scorpio, pisces) signs need reasonable, responsible, logical love

**this is not the type of love you may want, but the kind that will help you grow as a person and stay with you for a lifetime

“Don’t fall in love with him,” her brain murmured.
“I want to,” said her heart, longingly.
“He’ll ruin you.”
There was a hesitant pause and then a hushed whisper. “I don’t care.”
Her brain gave a resigned sigh, for it knew that even the smartest of souls could not deny love.
It was the one thing logic could not triumph.
—  n.g // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #24
Punk (Chap. 8)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 4284…oops

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: Okay here it is chapter 8.  Let me know if the flow of this chapter is okay, if it makes sense.  I’d like to get a better feel of how I construct scenes so I can improve for the future.  I LOVE feedback, you have no idea.  So don’t be afraid to lemme know how you feel!

Also, there is a line in here with an asterisk (*) after it.  It is a paraphrase from Criminal Minds season 3 episode 8 said by Penelope Garcia to Derek Morgan and it is something that has always stuck with me and I just thought it was so perfect for this chapter.



Perhaps watching Investigation Discovery’s documentary on the world’s most notorious serial killers at one o’clock in the morning while finishing off the leftover apple pie in an essentially deserted tower wasn’t the smartest move.  Every sound was suddenly more sinister and every shadow could be hiding a deranged murderer who wanted nothing more than to chop off your head and keep it in the freezer, which had startled you so badly when it spit out ice cubes into its inner bin that you spilled an entire glass of water on Ferdinand who ran shrieking from the room and knocked over what was probably a very expensive vase. Fuck.

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the 4th is where the soul is free and true, no limitations. how honest we can be and express ourselves depends on the strength of our inner world, our roots, the foundation from which we grow.

afflictions to 1st, 7th, and 10th must be resolved through the 4th. no tree can grow without taking care of its roots.

sun in the 4th lights up their heart, these types may be equally introverted and extroverted, and are brilliantly creative. they may be known for their sensitive nature, but also a deep desire for comfort- creature comforts are in abundance with these people (think: blankets, stuffed animals, food, collectables, etc). the sign the sun falls in shows how their inner sanctuary is expressed, and how they share this world with others.

moon in the 4th knows the importance of security, and builds walls to protect themselves with each bruise and gash. they have a rich imagination and may live in the past, or in a comforting haze of daydreams. these types know how to endure, and will hide away when life gets too hard, only to resurface once its cleared up. they are in tune to the highest degree with their true wants, needs and self. these types may or may not be introverts, but they certainly do require a large chunk of alone time on a regular basis.

mercury in the 4th can speak from the heart, and can put their emotions into logical thought. these types may ruminate on the past and are likely introverted. they may seem blunt or strange but their words reflect their true self, and might not always make sense logically. keeping a journal or taking up some creative form of communication is likely.

venus in the 4th seeks familiarity in their relationships, and often goes for those who remind them of an ideal, or stick with partners for a very long time. they long to dote on others, and to be cared for in a sweet romantic way. they need to be protected as difficult experiences in love could harden their heart easily. the arts are likely to be a strong interest.

mars in the 4th may be in conflict with themselves, and have a hostile or energetic inner self. inside is a passionate or angry soul, an assertive and emotional nature can be hidden inside, and only burst out under extreme pressure or in private. they can be hard on themselves, workaholics who are always pushing themselves. these types need a reliable stress outlet, as it seems they can only express difficult feelings in private.

jupiter in the 4th is their truest self, and is gifted with an infinite inner home, and outer home as well. these types can retreat inside and find wisdom in their intuition, meditation and divination come naturally to these types. their mind is always wandering, and there is an inner optimism that carries them through any difficulty. the inner sanctuary is vast and these types know themselves and the universe well.

saturn in the 4th may feel like they are never good enough, and are always pushing to change and better themselves. this could easily become repressive and miserable, but these types can also find inside them an inner drive to always be true to themselves- saturn does not tolerate anything but the truth, these people cannot hide from themselves. their failures can be what propels them towards 10th house success, or collapses them into self-induced despair.

virgos can seem detached and a isolated. they can seem quiet, but their minds are loud. they are always having conversations with themselves, and 
these are louder than the outside world.
virgos can live in a world of limitation. logic and analysis can often prevail. but virgo is also capable of tremendous purity of thought and profound divine recognition. hermes transported souls to the underworld. so virgo can
mix it up with the lightness of libra but also seep into the sort of acute detailed
observation, curiosity, and examination with scorpio. the duality of virgo and
the neuroses of the sixth house, where the ego begins melting away,
can leave splits in their heart and mind, but they can also be very
collected and complete spirits, here on earth with arms of service and grace when polar elements of themselves become fused

Sister Signs
  • Aries/Libra: Independence vs Cooperative Unification, Aggression vs Harmony, The Self vs Others, Instinctual Action vs Lawful Decision, Conscious Light vs Unconscious Shadow, The Sword (Warrior) vs The Shield (Peacemaker)
  • Taurus/Scorpio: Palpable vs Immaterial, Personal Belonging vs Shared Resources, Preservation vs Transformation, Serenity of Life vs Death’s Disturbance, The Singing of Angels vs The Screaming of Demons
  • Gemini/Sagittarius: Conscious Mind vs Superconscious Mind, Rational Thought vs Intuitive Experience, Immediate Logic vs Meditated Contemplation, Heaven’s Messenger vs Universe’s Storyteller
  • Cancer/Capricorn: Inner World (Home, Soul) vs Outer World (Public, Societal Standing), Dreams of Reminiscence (Psychological Roots, Past, Privacy) vs Dreams of the Future (Self-accomplishment, Personal Ambitions, Recognition), Creator Mother Goddess vs Cosmic Father Time
  • Leo/Aquarius: Creation vs Innovation, The Heart Within (Radiant Love) vs The Heart Without (Universal Love), Creative Self Interest vs The Collective Concern, Identity of the Will vs Scope of Humanity, The King (Dignified Principles of the Self) vs The Rebel (Reform of Societal Principles)
  • Virgo/Pisces: Mental Growth vs Spiritual Awakening, Medicinal Messages vs Celestial Linkage, The Conscious Mind vs The Unconscious Collective, Service vs Sacrifice, Orderly and Efficient Soul vs Chaotic and Boundless Soul, Humanity's Medic vs Cosmic Healer

bobthebobers  asked:

got a question about betty how does the the soul thing apply to her like monster souls dont last long unless they are boss monster aka asgore toriel and human souls last a while much longer then monster when they die if betty not human and not a monster what logic does it follow like does it last longer then a monster and human or is it the same as a monster or a human what rule does it follow

she is the embodiment of her soul. You literally can’t see her soul because she IS the soul. If you had a visor you could use to see only the souls of humans and not their physical form, and line up a couple humans and put bete next to them, you’d see small colored floating hearts and then you’d see bete, the entirety of her body glowing pink.

Astrology and the Truth of 'Twin Flames'

The concept of twin flames suggests that another is our ‘perfect mirror’ in reflecting the shadow aspects of ourselves by where we want to resolve and integrate the frictional qualities and the intense push pull nature of the relationship…it’s a relationship that’s supposed to ‘awaken’ you.
Other theories suggests that twin flames are karmic souls that spilt from a single original soul and find each other when they incarnate.

Here is the astrological deconstruction of the concept of 'Twin Flames’.

First point to be noted - Twin Flames are NOT your perfect match…there’s a lot of confusion between Karmic, Soul Mate and Twin Flame relationships, this posts primary focus is on Twin Flames.

The description of a Twin Flame relationship is said to:
- Make you feel convinced you’re 'meant to be’ all though the intense highs and lows experienced together is clearly not healthy for either of you (yet you come back every time).
- They make you perceive everything in a different way, better or for worse.
- They come in and out of your life
- The feel like 'home’ to you
- You may feel like your opposites and indifferences is what attracts you to each other
- They make you feel transformed, for better or for worse
- Your feelings of passion and connection is equal to your level of worry of losing them or that you feel like there’s something they’re hiding
- You come into each other’s lives at the 'wrong time’ or there was something stopping you from being together
- One of you acts more as a spiritual guide for the other
- You desire them as much as you fear them


In astrology, there is only two particular connections that is experienced what’s been coined as twin flame relationships, and a third possible contender
* Neptune contacts
* Pluto contacts
* Moon contacts

Sound familiar?

These 3 planets also all rule the water signs - Pisces, Scorpio and Cancer

In the charts studied, all those who contributed their charts claiming they had met their Twin Flame had these planetary contacts within synastry and/or composite charts, primarily Neptune and/or Pluto OR, the couple had water signs on the sun/moon/venus/mars.
The reason why 'Twin Flames’ feels like such a soul connection is because of the energetic influence of these watery planets. They drown our logic and bring our hearts and soul to the surface to be exposed.
The term 'Twin Flame’ is the only way we can logically understand the powerful connection these aspects make to one another in synastry and composite.

Unfortunately, the idea that one person can be our one true relationship partner is a isn’t necessarily true.
There is often a desire (mostly in the charts of those with heavy water signs or a prominent Neptune/Pluto) to have a relationship that exists totally beyond the physical world, and that they would rather leave the physical and intertwine in the spiritual realm.

Neptune brings the all romantic high. It’s the place where we drift away in the arms of another and the whole world ceases to exist.
Pluto brings the connection by where you feel like it’s do or die, there’s no way you can separate and then the feelings build to the point of explosion and release, by where Neptune taunts is to come back for another try because we’re 'meant to be’.
The moon is far more gentle here but it’s easy to get feelings hurt.

Yes the relationship is intense.
Yes the partner may be the best thing that’s happened to you…at the time.
But there doesn’t have to be turmoil in relationships for it to be a beautiful one.

But that’s the problem - the 'Twin Flame’ relationship is ADDICTIVE (Neptune) and makes you OBSESSIVE (Pluto) and you just want to pour out all of your EMOTION (Moon).

Karmic and 'fated’ relationships do in fact exist, and some are meant to last, some are not - the purpose of these connections are to bring about a lesson by learning who we are through another (1st house to 7th house).
Twin flames in the concept of someone being your perfect mirror in the natal chart would look like:
- Everything in your chart (planets in signs) opposite one another almost exact (eg - Scorpio sun to a Taurus sun ect).

In the end, there is far more meaning beyond the concept of 'Twin Flames’.
Soul mates and karmic connections as well as fated meetings and attractions are all true and they also bring with them great lessons, however, your soul doesn’t have a single 'other half’ - in the 12th house, all souls dissolve into one, hence why soul contracts are made to interact with individuals to learn who we are while we’re here as pieces of the universe experiencing itself in different forms.

We all have a person we will meet to act as our mirror in the way we learn about ourselves - however - we will always remain ourselves.
Souls will remain intact in themselves as they interact with one another - leaning about what their own body, mind and soul feels like when experienced by another.
Though the lure of the water songs wants to bring us back to source sooner to feel an entire integration, know that you meet your partner for a reason, and that you were destined to meet one another to learn about your own soul through the contact of another.

(Will write posts soon about 'Nodal Contracts in relationships’ and 'The Vertex: My wish come true’ soon *)

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Monsta X Eros Traits

Eros serves as an indicator of one’s passion, sexual attraction, sexual preference, and vital energy.

Note: These are general traits/preferences (relating to love, sex, personality, ect) based on their Eros signs. 

The lists for Aquarius and Pisces will contain most of the same traits as the lists from my EXO post, seeing as they are the same signs and the traits are the same for them. There will be a few different traits, though. 

I’m going to put this in all caps so people will get the point. YOUR EROS SIGN AND SUN SIGN ARE NOT THE SAME THING. DO NOT TRY AND CORRECT ME WHEN I AM NOT TAKING ABOUT THEIR SUN SIGNS.

Aries: I.M

  • Wants action, competition, confrontation, and victory in life
  • Playing hard to get drives them crazy
  • Can make a game of love complete
  • Traditional romantic behavior
  • Instinctively and quickly becomes infatuated 
  • Passions rise and fall quickly
  • Adventurous and passionate
  • Dislikes suggestion and comments
  • Likes kisses on their neck and ears 
  • Sexual attraction can come and go
  • Sex is very important
  • Not as emotionally giving in sex
  • Passionate sexual appetite
  • Likes having sex in unlikely places
  • Sometimes can be a masochist

Gemini: Shownu

  • Uses knowledge like a lure
  • Loves if partner changes the subject before they do
  • Lots of communication
  • Endless and excessive imagination
  • Loves to be surprised
  • Not the most sentimental
  • Needs space
  • Sexually curious 
  • Tastes are unpredictable 
  • Turned on by written and spoken word
  • May enjoying writing/reading erotica 
  • Enjoys talking and being spoken to during sex
  • Normal sex is boring 
  • Threesomes and group sex are welcomed
  • Wants to see all of their partner during sex

Libra: Jooheon

  • Objectifies life
  • Flirtatious and charming
  • Communication is sexy to them
  • Highly romantic
  • Big heart
  • Will give all of their heart to their partner
  • Will treat their partner like queen/king
  • Selfless and gentle
  • Wants sex with emotion and sensuality
  • Can be very seductive
  • Knows how to excite the senses
  • Likes sex in strange places
  • Likes to obey orders in bed
  • Wants equality on a sexual level
  • Foreplay for hours is possible

Capricorn: Wonho

  • One of the most difficult signs to get to know
  • Needs confidence and security to open their heart
  • Loyal and confident
  • Needs a serious and stable relationship
  • Desire to accomplish significant things
  • Work above all
  • Attracts women easily
  • Strong but controlled libido
  • Likes to be in control
  • Could be turned on by sadomasochism
  • Strong need to connect physically
  • Sensual and earthy in sexual desires
  • Will not jump into kinky things too quickly
  • May want partner to always be available to them
  • Enjoys sex when it has durance

Aquarius: Minhyuk and Kihyun

  • Cold, logical, and erotic
  • Hides feelings to protect themselves
  • Thrives on unexpected things that make others embarassed
  • Very open minded
  • Needs freedom
  • Easily bored with social convention 
  • Believes in love utopia 
  • Desires the wonderful and unusual
  • Outrageous and extravagant in sex
  • Needs stimulation, exploration, and communication in sex
  • Requires variety and intense sex
  • Likes foreplay
  • No boundaries or limits
  • Creative sexually
  • Loves threesomes

Pisces: Hyungwon

  • Looking for their ultimate soul mate
  • Most romantic of the signs
  • Can easily be hurt
  • Unconditional acceptance
  • Wildy compassionate
  • Very adaptable to their partner
  • Interested in complexity and mystery
  • Can’t love mean-hearted people
  • Loves confidence
  • Understanding, adaptable, and delicate
  • Easily seduced by other’s desires for them
  • Has many sexual fantasies 
  • Satisfying their partner is important
  • Very erotic dreams
  • Wants to offer a lot when it comes to sex

dagturn  asked:

Can you categorize Ilvermorny School's houses? --- [Horned Serpent] the mind of a witch or wizard, favours scholars.--- [Wampus] the body of a witch or wizard, favours warriors.--- [Thunderbird] the soul of a witch or wizard, favours adventurers.--- [Pukwudgie] the heart of a witch or wizard, favours healers.

Originally posted by ask-the-coolest-queen

You mean using functions, dichotomies or types? Why not do all of them since I’m passionate about the houses?

Functions

  • Horned Serpent: Si and Ti mostly because Si is all about storing information and Ti is about logically analyzing it and making sense of it. Also maybe Ne because scholars are open minded and Ni because they can also be insightful.
  • Wampus: The most obvious one is Se but it can also be Te and maybe Fi for strong morals.
  • Thunderbird: I think the soul sounds much like Fi and maybe Ni, Se and Ne can both be adventurous.
  • Pukwudgie: The two feeling functions mostly.

Dichotomies

  • Horned Serpent: NTs, SJs, NJs.
  • Wampus: SPs, TJs.
  • Thunderbird: NPs, NJs, SPs.
  • Pukwudgie: NFPs, SFJs, NFJs, SFPs.

*Types

  • Horned Serpent: INFJ, ISFJ, ISTJ, INTJ - Introverts and judgers, most likely to be introspective and thorough, like scholars.
  • Wampus: ESTP, ESFP, ISFP (also Pukwudgie), ISTP - Sensors and perceivers, most likely to be in tune with their bodies and their sensory environment.
  • Thunderbird: ESTJ (also Wampus), ENFP, ENTJ, ENTP, INTP (these last three could also be Horned Serpent) - I think intuitives are prone to trust their souls.
  • Pukwudgie: INFP (also Thunderbird), ESFJ, ENFJ, ISFP (also Wampus) - all feeling types which are most likely to trust their heart.

*I’m open to suggestions here (from both fellow mods and followers) because I’m unsure about some. Please note these categorizations might not apply to everyone, as is the case with Hogwarts houses, it’s just based on types most likely to be in a determined house, there are always exceptions since any type can be in any house.

-Rose, ISFJ Mod.

Your Moon sign: emotions, soul, and desires
  • Aries moon: Quick to emotions, impulsive, courageous nature, honest, wants excitement in their life
  • Taurus moon: Steady in life, patient nature, craves love and security, protective of loved ones, hates being alone
  • Gemini moon: Moody, two faced with emotions, wants light heartedness and joy, humours, optimistic soul
  • Cancer moon: Nurturing soul, Loving, wants a romance and comfortable relationship, naturally emotional and strong
  • Leo moon: Loyal and honest, true to their feelings, wants love affection and strong partnership, generous and kind hearted
  • Virgo moon: Likes to fix and heal other people, mess on the inside neat on the outside, craves intellectual people and generosity, logical emotional mind set
  • Libra moon: Desires beautiful things, wants balence in life, detached emotions, kind and fair spirited
  • Scorpio moon: magnetic vibe, emotionally intelligent, craves stabilty and loyalty, intense feelings, creative soul
  • Sagittarius moon: hot headed, wants adventures and memories to make, blunt and honest with their emotions, craves freedom and honesty
  • Capricorn moon: closed off, bottles their feelings, goes through tough emotional situations often, wants fanicial stability and loyalty, loyal and hard working soul
  • Aquarius moon: open minded, detached emotionally, believes in kindness, wants independence and space and will give you the same in return
  • Pisces moon: intuitive, psycic, emotionally intuned, creative soul, loves to be in love and beauty, gentle spirit, gifted, delusional
we should just kiss like real people do

a Yousef Acar character study

summary: Sana moves towards him, pressing the glass into his hands and for a moment their fingers brush against each other and suddenly Yousef is back in Turkey and the sweltering heat and his shirt is soaked and stuck to his chest and there is no respite from the sun in sight but Sana’s smile is as sweet as the shade from the old poplar tree in his grandparents’ yard.

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Drabbling drabbles that drabble. Based on OTP questions I found when I was bored, thought I’d share them, hope you like it… *hides under the bed*

Unbeta’d AF.


Who usually has nightmares?

Betty wakes up in her college room, looking for the source of whatever it is that woke her. After a second, her phone vibrates again and she picks it up, instantly more alert as she reads the name of the caller.

“Jug, hey… are you okay?” she asks, rubbing her eyes,  as soon as the video call connects showing a rather disheveled Jughead on the screen. His hair is sticking in different directions like it does when he passes his hand through it several times­.

“Yes… I’m sorry I woke you up, Betts.” Jughead says, sighing, not looking at her directly. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t mind, dummy.” She tells him, wishing she could brush her fingers through his hair herself. “Did you… did you have a nightmare?”

Jughead stares at his screen with his lips pursed, looking at her face and pang of longing rushes through him. “Yeah.” He answers, voice suddenly hoarse, and he rubs his eyes. “Shit, I feel like an asshole having a nightmare, calling you, waking you up in the middle of the night when you’re tired. You’ve been busting your ass working and I’m an idiot calling at 2 am,  I’m-”

“Hey, hey” She interrupts his agitated rant. Jughead is breathing hard on the screen.  “None of that. I don’t mind, you know that, Jug. I always have time for you… I’m glad you called me, do you wanna talk about your nightmare?”

He sighs again, his bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout as he collapses onto his bed. “Not really.“ he mumbles. “The details are fuzzy but… I remember you were the one who turned up dead instead of Jason, my dad standing over you with a gun…” his voice drops on that last sentence, only barely above a whisper.

“Oh, Juggie…” the mention of their teenage years making her stomach flip a little.

“It felt so real… that’s why I called you, I wanted to hear your voice.” His cracks a little as he speaks. He moves to lay on his side, looking at her. “I miss you, I wish you were right here with me, stealing the covers.”

Her chest tightens as she chuckles at his words. She feels his absence like a phantom limb sometimes, a part of her that should be there but isn’t. Betty thinks of his (their, a voice in her head provides) appartment in New York, their save haven and the strong sense of longing makes her close her eyes for a second. She misses life next to him, the domesticity they had so carefully built.

“I miss you too, Jug. Every day.” she tells him with a sad smile. “But that was just a dream, I’m still here and I’m okay… scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout, Betty, though I do appreciate the sentiment.” Jughead says, smiling softly.

“Just two more weeks, okay? Then I’ll be home…” she tells him, not knowing who she’s really trying to comfort.

“Yeah…”

“And, Juggie?” Betty starts. “Don’t ever hesitate to call me or feel bad about it.”

Jughead’s face softens when she says it, his throat bobbing.

“Scout’s honor.” He says, smiling at her chuckle. “I love you, Betty.” His voice is as intense as his eyes.

“I love you too, Jughead.”


Who asks who out on the first date?

Jughead hangs up the phone in a haze.  As he talked with Jellybean she, bless her beautiful soul, had asked a question that had knocked him off his feet.

“So, where you did you go for your first date?”

Logically, he knew he might be overreacting but logic was somewhere else right now, leaving him with a thousand awful thoughts and questions. Sure, they’ve been busy with the whole solving-a-murder-and-getting-Polly-back thing but this felt like something he should’ve notice.

He still remembers the quiet dreams he had to himself once he realized how fast his heart beat was around her. The dinners, the movie dates, the sleepy smiles and lazy cuddles on a sunday… and even deeper within the darkest lands of his heart, the white picket fence, the same green eyes every day of his life and a ring that once there, would never be removed.

Shaking his head, he removes himself from his mind and back into the present.

The Blue and gold offices are quiet. Most of the school is already home as Jughead and Betty type away on their laptops. Well, at least Betty was. Jughead himself was pretending to work as he furtively looked at the blonde on the desk at his right, trying to decide what to do or say. The irony of a wanna-be writer being speechless was not lost on him, but hey… everyone had bad days.

“What?” Betty says, frowning slightly at him.

“What?” Jughead replies intelligently, still a bit lost in his thoughts.

“You were looking at me funny… why were you looking at me funny?” she asks, leaving the pen and folding her arms across her chest, leaning them on the desk.

“I wasn’t looking at you funny.” Jughead tells her. “I was thinking.”

“What about?” Betty continues, getting up and starting to walk in his direction.

“You?” it sounds like a question as she finally reaches his desk, leaning her hip against it looking down at him.

Betty’s expression softens a little.The sun is hitting her just right and green eyes shine like two beacons, her hair turning almost gold in the light. She’s beautiful. She’s so beautiful he feels his throat close a little, making it difficult to breathe.

“Will you go out with me?” He blurts, the words escaping before he can stop them. Jughead feels his eyes widen and makes a choked off noise.

“I mean…” Betty’s frown is deep. She takes a step forward before sitting in Jughead’s lap, looking directly at him. “Correct me if I’m wrong but… I thought we already were.” She says, the smallest of smiles on her face now. Jughead chuckles nervously. What the hell was wrong with him?

“No… I mean, yes. I meant going out on a date with me.” he replies, boldly snaking his arm around her waist. “I’ve noticed we still haven’t been to one and I’d like to take you.”

“Oh…” Betty says, eyebrows rising and smile growing. “Of course! I’d love to.” She puts her hand on his cheek, softly caressing it with her thumb. “What did you have that face, then? You looked preoccupied.”

“Not preoccupied… just thoughtful.” He says, leaning into her touch and kissing her palm softly.

Betty pulls him closer, her arms around his neck as she rests her cheek on the top of his head. Jughead relishes on the closeness, closing his eyes hoping his heart doesn’t burst out of his chest. These are his favorite moments with her, when the world seems to stop just for them.

They share the silent for a few minutes until he speaks.

“I was thinking I’m scared. I’m very invested in… whatever you wanna call this.” Jughead’s voice is only barely above a whisper but she hears him nonetheless.

Betty pulls away from him enough to look at him in the eye. “I’m just as invested as you are, Juggie. I want this to work. I honestly didn’t think about the dates thing because to me it doesn’t matter as long as I get to spend time with you… be it pursuing clues or on an official date.” Her smile is bright, eyes piercing. “I do like the B word, though… it fits.” she says, suddenly shy.

Jughead can’t resist it anymore so he leans forward, brushing his lips against her in a gentle kiss, trying to convey all he’s feeling through that contact. The kiss turns feverish for a second before softening again, leaving them breathing mouths inches apart.

“An impromptu trip to Pop’s sounds amazing right now. Just the two of us… what do you say?” Betty asks him, bumping her nose with his.

Jughead grins at her, borderline wicked.

“It’s a date.”

last night i dreamt that my heart and soul were like.. in the form of this huuuge weeping willow tree? or they were.. inside of it? bound to it? something? either way and anyway i was trying my damnedest to kill/harm the tree (knowing what it was) for whatever reason (logically i know the reason, but) e.g. attempting to chop it down, light it on fire, individually pulling off leaves, breaking branches, etc, but the thing would just… not die. leaves kept growing back. daffodils kept popping up around it the harder/more i tried to destroy it. i tried to drown myself in the river beside it and just.. couldn’t? ain’t that just the way

Love poems

For @princeyandanxiety cause the idea for this was from her blog. AND ITS POLY SANDERS YAY.


“Anx, it’s time for dinner.” Morality was standing outside Anxietys door trying not to be too loud in case Anxiety was alseep. There was no response but he might have his heaphones on thought Morality so he carefully opened the doo. Nope, no headphones just Anxiety asleep with a lot of paper scattered around on his bed. Morality decided to tidy it up, whatever it was he was sure that Anx probably didn’t want it to get ruined. He put all of the papers in a pile on his bedside table then went to get a blanket for Anxiety. When he came back he noticed that there was a peice of paper in Anxietys hand. He didn’t mean to read it when putting it with the others but it was short and looked like it had been written several times. It was a poem, a love poem. Morality was surprised at this and even more surprised when he read it. There was no title and it was only nine lines.
Love.
Love.
Love.
There is so much love.
So much love in my heart.
So much love in my soul.
For you.
For you.
For you

Morality put it down and left the room, the others were still waiting for him for dinner.
“He’s asleep then?” Logic asked as Morality walked into the room. Morality nodded, still thinking about the poem. But who was it about? He hadn’t been any nicer to just one of them. He had been a bit nicer to all of them so that didn’t help him. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even hear any of the conversation or realise he’d eaten his dinner until Prince screamed loudly at the spider he had just seen in the corner of the room. He promptly ran off to his room, leaving Logic and Morality alone.
“You okay? You seemed a bit zoned out.” Logic was questioning him but he couldn’t tell him the truth.
“Oh yeah I’m just a bit tired.”
“Maybe you should get some sleep. Don’t worry about tidying up, I’ll do it.”
Morality mumbled a “Thanks.” as he walked out the room.

Morality woke up the next morning feeling more tired than the night before, this was also giving him a headache. He had to talk to Anxiety. He knocked on Anxietys door and heard a faint “Come in.” from behind the door. Morality walked in, noticing that all evidence of the writing was now gone and Anxiety looked like he’d been up all night too.
“So, last night. I accidentally read one of your poems.”
“Oh. Which one?”
“It didn’t have a title, but it was about you liking someone. Would i be able to know who it is?”
“All of you.” It was mumbled by Anxiety but Morality still heard it and then realised, “So thats why it was repeated three times.”
There was a pause and Morality noticed that Anxiety was crying.
“Hey, hey don’t cry. You know I love you too right?” Morality held his hand, not wanting to invade on his space. There was a cough from the doorway and Morality turned to see Prince and Logic standing there. Morality motioned with his head for them to come in and nudged Anxeity, “Hey, the others are here. You should tell them.” There was a nod from Anxiety. Anxiety looked up and took a deep breath, Morality squeezed his hand in reassurance.
“I like you, both of you, and Mo. Um yeah.”
Prince kissed Anxiety on the cheek and whispered “I love you too.” in his ear. Logic smiled. “We all love you Anx, okay?”
Anxiety had started crying again but it was from happiness this time.
“Hugs please?” He asked very quietly and Morality pulled him into a hug and then Prince joined in and finally so did Logic.
“Maybe we should have a movie day.” Prince suggested.
“With blankets, and cuddles!” Continued Morality. Anxiety smiled into Moralitys shoulder. He was so loved.

Predawn Novels

Pairings: David 8 x Reader
Words: 1168
Warnings: Fluff, implied smut
Summary: David understood his feelings towards the reader and is willing to risk opening up to her.
A/N: I finally saw Alien: Covenant and as promised, I am back with another David 8 story. I am amazed by all the positive feedback I got, so this is for everyone who left nice comments on my previous chapters! Thank you guys, you’re the reason more parts are being transferred to paper!


Originally posted by ballroomblitzkrieg

I closed my eyes and let the hot water wash off the tiredness and stress that’s built up during this godforsaken day. It was one of those when everyone seems to be pissed about something and fights are unavoidable. Charlie and Elizabeth were at each other’s throats the whole time, Janek yelled at me for doing my job and Meredith, well, she was even more bitter than usually. 

I left the bridge at 4 am because we couldn’t get anything done earlier. I didn’t even bother to say good night to anybody, I was so fed up with them that I could swear I would rather take a stroll outside the ship. And possibly stay there for a while.

But since this was obviously out of the question I had to settle for more civilized methods than killing them all.

The warmth and isolation were doing miracles to my mental and physical condition. Despite lateness, my body had found new layers of vital energy and the world around stopped looking so dull after all.

After what felt like few minutes at most I finally forced myself to leave the safe zone and step into the harsh world once again. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my body. The floor was stone cold compared to my skin. I hissed at the sensation and fought off the urge to jump back into the shower cabin. Honestly, those little acts of bravery and strong will were never getting the recognition they truly deserved.

I walked past the mirror, briefly glancing at my own reflection. I could see the bloodshot eyes and dark circles around them. All because of few bad words heard from people I cared so deeply for. I was hoping that the next day we will clear the air with simple jokes and bittersweet remarks on how there’s no way to be mad at each other for a longer period of time. I smiled at the image that was already so sharp in my head.

I left the bathroom in a much better mood and the intention to fall asleep as fast as possible.

My plans were suddenly interrupted by a person standing in my bedroom.

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anonymous asked:

Your Scotty headcanon from last night had me emotional and I was wondering if when you have the time you could do the same or something similar for AOS Jim? Please and thank you.

Originally posted by leetya-blog

Jim Kirk loves boldly.

Jim realizes that there’s something different about Leonard McCoy right off the bat. 

Jim kind of wants to kiss him. Jim definitely wants to fuck him. There’s something about Leonard McCoy that holds him back. There’s something about Leonard McCoy that draws him in. 

Jim doesn’t spend too much time pondering it. He’s not a worrier or an overanalyzer, and besides, things usually seem to work themselves out, in the end. 

Jim realizes that he’s in love with Bones only after Gaila calls him on it. 

“I am not,” he opens his mouth to protest, but her words, and their meaning, sink in before he can deny it. 

“Huh,” he says instead.

“Huh,” says Gaila in return, because she’d only half-believed it anyway. She’d fully expected Jim to laugh her off, threatening to prove to her once and for all that Jim Kirk isn’t in love with any dude, thank you very much, but Jim actually seems to be considering it, and for the first time in her life, Gaila finds herself at a loss.

Jim’s not paying her any attention. “I’m in love with Bones,” he says absently, and that is that.

Jim realizes that this scares the ever-loving shit out of him. 

Jim ponders it for a solid week. He’s broody, silent, giving Bones subtle side-eye until Bones finally throws his PADD and says, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jim?”

“Nothing,” says Jim, and then he bolts out the door, away from Bones and his discerning gaze.

He finds himself ambling across the quad, hands stuffed deeply in his pockets. Why Bones, of all people? Bones is his best friend. Jim cares about Bones. Cares deeply, in fact. His friendship with Bones is important to him. It’s simple, uncomplicated - or it was - and the last thing Jim wants to do is risk it all on a silly social construct like love.

He avoids the apartment for the rest of the week.

Jim realizes abruptly, during his advanced tactics class, that love is a risky game

He realizes that love is taking your body, heart, and soul, all that you are, and entrusting it to another person. That of course that other person is someone you care deeply about, otherwise it wouldn’t be love. That there’s nobody in this world that Jim trusts more than Leonard McCoy.

“Oh,” he says.

“You have something to add, Kirk?” Admiral Archer peers expectantly over his spectacles. 

“Fundamental in allowing for boldness is accepting the inevitability of chaos,” Jim answers automatically. 

“Excellent,” says Archer warmly. “The logic of calculated risk taking has no place in it for chaos,” he continues, rapping his cane on the podium. “There must be a balance between analyzing risks, ladies and gentlemen, and acting. That balance is boldness.”

And with that, Jim makes up his mind.

Jim realizes that wooing Bones is going to be difficult. 

The thing is, he’s not wooing Bones, not exactly. Wooing is Jim Kirk’s game, and he excels at it, but this, this is different. He’s not pursuing, charming, chasing, propositioning. Jim doesn’t have good words for what he wants with Bones. It’s a slower thing, a gentler thing, a stabler, tender, sensitive thing, and Jim’s not quite sure how to label it, let alone approach it.

Everything he tries fails horribly. 

Bones thinks nothing of it when Jim takes him to dinner. 

Bones thinks nothing of it when Jim hacks the call system on Bones’ birthday.

Bones drinks the expensive bourbon without a word. 

Bones just sighs when Jim crawls into bed with him. 

He elbows Jim hard when Jim reaches for his hand.

Bones quirks an eyebrow at the candles. “You’re gonna burn the building down if you’re not careful, Jim,” he drawls. 

Jim decides it’s time for the direct approach. He shoots Bones a message. “Meet me after clinic,” it says. “Need to talk.”

“Well,” says Bones, folding his arms across his chest and giving Jim The Eyebrow. “What did you wanna talk about first, kid, the fact that I’m all out of bourbon, or how a year and a half later, I’m still stumbling over your fucking shoes in the morning?” Bones nudges the offending item with his toe. “This one’s even got some of the quad left on it.” 

“No, asshat, I love you,” Jim blurts, because he’s already replaced the damn bourbon, if someone would be bothered to look, and honestly, how thick can Bones be? 

Bones whistles appreciatively. “That’s a good one, Jim.” He shakes his head and settles on his desk, half sitting, half leaning. “Save it for someone who’ll buy it.” 

“No, Bones, I’m serious.” Jim’s sick and tired of dancing around it. “I’m in love with you.”

Bones goes very still. 

Jim moves toward him. “Bones?”

Bones snaps his head up and just stares at Jim for a long moment. “You mean you want to fuck me,” he says slowly. His brow is furrowed.

“No,” says Jim, a little put out. Why does Bones make it sound like such a bad thing? “No. I mean, yes, god, yes, but it’s more than that, Bones. You’re more than that. I want… I want the dating, I think,” Jim pauses, shaking his head, because that’s not quite right.  “And I want us to sleep in the same bed -”  

Bones snorts.

“No, I mean really, not just because yours is closest to the door! And I want…” Jim’s voice breaks. He can’t find the words for exactly what he wants, and fuck, he really should have thought this through. He’s rambling now, panicking. “I want to touch you, Bones, not for any reason, just because, and I want to take you out, just us, like, together together, and I want this to be real, not some -”

Bones cuts him off with a wave of his hand and a sharp, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Nothing!” Jim protests, and Bones must believe him, because he lets it go, moving wearily to the couch and sinking down with his head in his hands.

Jim sits hesitantly beside him.

“Jim,” he sighs heavily through his fingers, and then he’s looking at Jim with eyes that are too dark, almost desperate. “You do not love me. You are not in love with me. Okay?”

“Bullshit.” Jim says firmly. He’s having to hold back a grin, because Bones’ tone is telling him a lot. 

He knows better than to push, though. Not today.

“Unbelievable,” Bones mutters, reaching for his PADD. Jim knows he’s going to bury himself in case studies for the rest of the evening.

That’s fine, though. Jim leaves the conversation feeling lighter than he has in a month. He decides he’ll just have to tell Bones every day until Bones believes him.

Jim tells Bones every morning as they’re brushing their teeth. He leaves handwritten notes around the apartment for Bones to find. He sends Bones messages on his comm at the clinic, and he bombards Bones’ PADD during his slow lectures. He tells Bones as they’re walking across the quad, and he tells Bones when he stumbles in at 2 am on Thirsty Thursday.

Bones grouses, rolls his eyes, mostly ignores him, until one day, he grips Jim’s arm tightly. “Jim, stop,” he says raggedly, and his eyes are dark, pleading. “Please.” 

So Jim does.

At least, he stops saying it verbally. But he’s careful to keep his boots under his bed, and he leaves the bourbon in Bones’ closet, where he can find it. He makes coffee, he folds laundry. He resolutely ignores Gaila’s suggestive gaze, and he makes a calculated effort to come home before midnight, particularly after Bones has been on call. 

It goes on for months. Jim’s about ready to give up on love altogether when he finds Bones sitting on his bed one afternoon.

“Jim,” says Bones in a raw voice, and Jim can see immediately that it’s been a terrible shift. Bones’ eyes are bloodshot, and he smells like cheap whiskey and antiseptic. “Did you mean it?”

And Jim knows, immediately, what Bones is asking. “With all my heart, Bones,” he says softly, gently prying the bottle away from his fingers. “And we’re gonna have the rest of this conversation sober, okay?”

Bones quirks his head in question, blinking blearily up at Jim as if he’s never seen him before. “Okay,” he says finally.

Jim realizes that even after they’re together, Bones is the one that’s going to hold them back.

It’s that risk-taking thing again, Jim knows. Once bitten, twice shy, the saying goes, and that’s Bones all over. 

Jim is patient. He tries his best to be gentle, not to push. 

When Bones wants to take things slow, Jim agrees. When Bones isn’t comfortable taking his hand in public, Jim understands. 

When Bones calmly introduces Jim to Phillip Boyce as his partner, Jim’s face breaks into a wide grin, and he thinks he’s never been more delighted in his life. 

Jim realizes, after the Harrison incident, that his death had shaken Bones, but his resurrection had shattered him.

It takes him a while to understand. Jim’s own thoughts are in turmoil, his own emotions bleeding and raw, and Bones had been so solid, so composed, that Jim almost hadn’t recognized the signs at all. 

It nearly breaks them.

Jim’s got to get back on his feet again, and then there’s the whole fiasco with the medical board of ethics that leaves Bones fighting for his license, but when the dust settles, Jim acts. He’s desperate to save his relationship, to save Bones, Bones who’s saved him so many times, in so many ways, and nearly lost himself in the process. 

So Jim pulls all the strings he can, and nearly burns some bridges to do it, but he finally gets ‘fleet approval for an extended leave of absence for both himself and for Bones. 

He takes Bones back home, home to Georgia, away from rank and regulations and responsibilities. They spend long lazy days in the hot sun, rebuilding, relearning. 

Jim realizes after Yorktown that he wants to marry Bones.

It hits him suddenly, with a force that knocks the breath from his lungs and sends his emotions reeling. 

He’s at a press conference with the bridge officers. Ben comes to stand beside Hikaru, and the Sulu’s are met with a flurry of questions.

“My husband,” says Hikaru, reaching up to place his hand on Ben’s arm. His wedding band glistens in the light.

My husband.

My husband.

The words reverberate incessantly in Jim mind. Simple words, effortless words, but powerful, profound, absolutely earth-shattering to Jim. 

My husband.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Bones says over dinner that evening. He shoots Jim a questioning little glance.

“Just thinking,” says Jim distractedly. 

“Well I’ll be damned,” Bones drawls through a bite of replicated new potato. He lifts an eyebrow. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Jim.”

“Shut up,” says Jim, but his words are without heat. He’s in the middle of a personal paradigm shift, mind far too occupied to engage in playful banter over the dinner table. 

Bones shrugs, rolls his eyes, and leaves Jim to his thoughts. 

Jim’s never really considered marriage. It’s never been on his bucket list, it’s not something he’s ever needed, or wanted.

Until now.

He looks over at Bones, oblivious, gorgeous Bones, gnawing on dry, tasteless chicken with a disgusted little snarl on his lip. His hair’s in disarray from where he’s run his hands through it one too many times. He’s barefooted, still wearing his ‘fleet issue blue scrubs from rounds that morning. 

We can’t get married, Jim thinks, turning over the fraternization policies in his mind. Their relationship isn’t secret, not by a long shot, but it would be hard for the brass to turn a blind eye to holy matrimony. Jim shakes his head. The Captain and the CMO. It’s a ridiculous idea. 

Archer’s words come back to him suddenly, from years ago. 

“There must be a balance between analyzing risks, ladies and gentlemen, and acting.”

Boldness, Jim remembers. The balance between acting and analyzing. 

He smiles. He’ll find a ring tomorrow. 

There are two powers working, two voices sounding, two natures, which are absolutely irreconcilable, speaking in you. Consequently, you stand before the task of deciding in a continuous conflict of choice and a great many aspects, which voice and which influence you want to follow. If you unreservedly long for the new life, you will always intelligently reduce the influences of ordinary nature to what is biologically necessary, logical, and justified. You will carefully set limits, while following the inner voice and power of the new nature with the greatest interest attentively, gladly, enthusiastically.