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Quotes for the signs
  • Aries: "We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way." (George S. Patton)
  • Taurus: Moo may represent the idea, but only the cow knows. (Mason Cooley)
  • Gemini: I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely. (Tori Amos)
  • Cancer: You cannot teach a crab to walk straight. (Aristophanes)
  • Leo: A lion doesn't concern himself with the opinion of a sheep. (Tywin Lannister)
  • Virgo: Every harlot was a virgin once. (William Blake)
  • Libra: Life is about balance, and we all have to make the effort in areas that we can to enable us to make a difference. (Orlando Bloom)
  • Scorpio: I feel like my mind is full of scorpions, my dear. (Macbeth)
  • Sagittarius: An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent. (Charles Mackay)
  • Capricorn: Well, only Japanese may understand it, but I'm like a goat or something that likes high places. (Tamae Watanabe)
  • Aquarius: Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea. (Mikhail Lermontov)
  • Pisces: Do sharks complain about Monday? No. They're up early. Biting stuff, chasing shit, being scary - reminding everyone they're a fucking shark. (author unknown, if you know them, state in the comments)
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Don’t forget…the void really cares about you…

The Void is shaped like a friend.

Yaaay, made this silly thing as a quick project because I had the sads™. Based off of @petite-pumpkin‘s drawing of a Gaster plush because I had to have one.

{PART 29} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; After a much needed rest, you wake up to find that your world - as a Vampire, is still filled with the same love from Jungkook as it was when you were human. Decisions must be made - but you know that you’ll never have to walk alone.

“Without her, his mind became an empty vessel; filled with crippling emptiness and sorrow. But with her, his days would be forever filled with endless love and possibilities. For that; was the power of her love.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} //{Part 28} {Part 29} {Final Chapter: Part 30}

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Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;) Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts.  This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.

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Humans Are Weird

It is well established among all sentient species that Humans are Weird. Exceptional Humans, however, make the regular humans seem almost tame in comparison.
Yatrov was to show the newest crew member- another Human- “the ropes”, as Human Jenny phrased it.
Upon arriving, however, the newest Human barely spared xir even a glance, which was odd, seeing how Humans prize interaction above all else. Shrugging it off, xe delicately held out a clawed hand to engage in the Human positive-meeting greeting, a “hand-shake” it was aptly named. “I am known as Yatrov, in Human Common tongue. I am sorry to say that I was unable to read your file report, and am thus left without your name. What is it you wish to be called?” Yatrov was genuinely sorry; the ship was in dire need of repairs, and this Human was coming to help.
Instead of taking the proffered hand, the human’s brown eyes stared into xi’s own violet. “I am Giovanni. And you are approximately 7 minutes late. I do not fault you for your tardiness, your job is a busy one, so your apologies are void. I do not need to see the entirety of this ship, I only require the engine room. Take me there and I will begin repairs immediately. Social niceties and other such meaningless things can be done at a later date, if done they must be at all.”
Yatrov felt somewhat slighted; xe’s species did not greet with touch, but it was seen as an insult- a social misdemeanor- to deny the shaking of hands. Attributing it to the Human having been under circumstances that made him “cranky” and to the fact that the Human was excited to work- humans forgot norms when excited, xe had found- Yatrov continued to try to create a pack-bond with this Human, “I have heard many great things about you.”
“Truly?” The Human considered this for a moment, head tilting, “I am merely faster than most, mentally. A marathoner or racer is not spoken of in as high-esteem as those with quick mental facilities are, are they?” The Human was speaking out loud, xe found this practice odd and ignored it. “What exactly have you heard?” The Human tapped their legs with their fingers, adopting a rhythm unknown to xir, and hummed. 
Arrogance or curiosity? “Admittedly, not much has been told. I know that you have several thesis papers, have repaired and improved upon numerous ships, and that you were good enough that our captain was surprised that you even bothered to consider joining our crew.”
“Huh.” And that was that. Giovanni did not speak after that, made no effort to communicate. Giovanni did not try to obtain physical contact. Giovanni remained aloof with even Human crewmates long after he had joined. He also remained fidgety, seemingly unable to keep still, unless it was to engage in a staring contest with the resident cat- to keep the Humans from adopting a weird, deadly creature- or to continue his single-minded work with machinery.
Three weeks after he had joined, the ship was attacked. Vernians boarded the ship, using their many appendages to apprehend multiple members of The Highlight- the ship- at once. No one knew where Giovanni was, and no one would have been surprised if he had left to save his own hide.
Which was precisely why everyone, who were all bound and trying to negotiate with what was essentially pirates, was surprised when Giovanni came around the corner, a knocked out Vernian held under gun point.
Guns pointed at him, Vernians shifted to attack him. “What you need to know: firstly, I have hacked into your language processors. All Vernae will sound like gibberish.” He paused, then grinned ferally. “Try”, he dared.
“Kir-ah?!” They did, and did not seem pleased with the results.
“Back! Restore!” the voices of Vernians screeched, their language translators on the fritz. 
“Secondly,” he paused, “I will shoot your friend if you do not release my own.” When an uproar of shouting started again, he blandly stated, “Blank point will be quite messy, won’t it?” He hummed, as though in thought, though his eyes trailed after every movement the Vernians made.
A smaller one, likely emotionally closer to the Vernian Giovanni was holding captive,  pounced.
ZZZZZT-PA! The Vernian howled, two of its 11 “arms” gone. “My threat is not idle.”
The room quieted, members of the Highlighter slowly being released.
“Thirdly.” His lips pursed, his nose tilted, sneer deadly, “Run, and pray that I never see you again!” He shot a wall, and they scattered, leaving the crew of The Highlighter mostly unscathed.
It was hours later, after the chaos was settled and the ship fixed up again, that Yatrov approached Giovanni.
“Why did you save us?”
Giovanni scrunched his thick eyebrows together, “Why ever would I not?”
“You make no attempt to communicate with us.” Yatrov insisted, trying to discover the reason Giovanni would do something without some sort of gain.
“Oh, that.” He dismissively waved his hand, his face again lax and bored. “I do not see the point in wasting words. I enjoy the presence of the crew, and- while I see no point in engaging in it- their idle chatter is amusing to listen to.” He raised an eyebrow, “Why do you ask?”
“The crew operated under the belief that you disliked us.” Yatrov felt a small bit of shame; clearly, Yatrov had been wrong to assume that all Humans were so similar.
“I-” He looked hurt, eyes filling with water- tears, they were called, and Yatrov knew that this was not a good sign. His lips twitched, his words near whispered, “Did you not consider me a friend? I thought we were.” He had begun nervously threading his fingers, humming lightly.
“I thought you disliked me.” Yatrov’s admission only increased xir’s guilt, and the slight tremors of the Humans smaller body.
“I made you and the others a new computer.” Giovanni’s eyes searched Yatrov’s one, and again found no solace. A computer did not equate to friendship. “I *made* you and the others a new computer.” The emphasis hit Yatrov. Why would one handmake something if the person receiving it did not matter to them.
“I am sorry.” Yatrov paused, xe had seen it in a Human film once, maybe…? “Can we start over?” A small nod eased Yatrov’s mind and reaffirmed xir’s decision. “I am the one known as Yatrov, and I enjoy reading: fiction, typically.” Xe did not hold out his hand, but stared Giovanni right in the eye.
The smirk on Giovanni’s face told xir that the actions- or lack there of- was not missed. “I am known as Giovanni.” He held out his hand, looking smug and slightly proud of remembering this, as their hands clasped, he said, “I enjoy sandwhiches, science, and conversations on how realistic or achievable a work of fiction can be. It will be a pleasure to work with you.”

Humans were odd, but exceptional Humans lived by a very different set of rules. Intelligence changed their perceptions. Yatrov knew, from personal experience, that they were still Human, still fantastic and horrifying, at their core. Yatrov put down the book xe was reading, looking up to watch Giovanni’s animated expressions as he ranted about machinery. Yes, truly, Humans are Weird.


(Please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes, my hand has been cramping up lately and it is hard to write at the moment. And I should not be writing sci-fi, because it is NOT my forte, but I had a plot-bunny and felt the need to attempt it. This is basically a shortened version of what I wanted to write, skipping over much of what I actually wanted to put down. Feel free to take the general idea and write something better XD )

Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno - Reggie Mantle x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Some swearing, some yelling

Request by @stevrgers:  hey could I request an imagine where the reader has a thing with reggie but it’s super lowkey and reggie wants to keep it that way because he wants to keep her out of the playbook (cause he really cares for her) but the reader perceives his secrecy of their relationship as him being embarrassed to be seen with her by his friends/the school and reader gets upset & reggie is torn cause he wants to tell her about the book but also doesn’t want to get in trouble by the team for exposing their secret

Hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it seems a little disjointed. I tried to jam so much into it and it got so long (almost six pages on Word), but here you are!

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This Is War [13] ~End~

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1253

Warnings: Feelings. Mentions of alcohol.

A/N: This is it!! This is the last part!! Thank you all so much for reading and for putting up with my huge gaps in posting!! I appreciate every single like, reblog and comment that I’ve gotten and it means the world to me that you’ve stuck through to the ending. Thank you all xoxo

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anonymous asked:

everyone is jumping on the YD is supreme evil boat again but it honestly reminds me of room for ruby when navy said the rubies were mean to her yet they've been shown to be rly close. i can't believe for a second that YD's emotions in what's the use of feeling blue were fake

right, that would be strange. nothing about her feelings come off as fake. her behavior in the trial reads as someone who wants rose gone already, who doesn’t want to spend another minute in her grief. she’s absolutely miserable with the current situation, scornful of the earth and what it did. yes, she’s angry at the zircon’s insolence, but not for a second does she look guilty or nervous. she looks like she doesn’t even want to consider anyone but rose being pink’s murderer, so she lashes out. “this is pointless!” felt very genuine, because right now she’s just frustrated

i’ve seen people worry that we’ll get ~too many twists, but that’s… not really how it works. what matters is using foreshadowing, motive, emotion and buildup right. getting the audience to ask questions, while avoiding cliches or making the actual truth random. i would say you’re supposed to feel like you’re on to something, but don’t have all the information yet. it’s no coincidence that both rose and zircon’s scenario are presented as tell-don’t-show, while certain elements hang in the air, troubling but not yet addressed: why does pearl react like that? how did rose appear out of nowhere? why does she have a sword specifically designed to cut through a gem’s physical form, but never the gem? during zircon’s entire speech, i was wondering where pink pearl was… 

zircon’s own trail of thoughts leads her to suspect one of the diamonds, but that’s because her assumption is that it must have been a coverup. my main takeaway isn’t that rose wasn’t involved, it was that her sword very much played a part, but the how and outcome are far different than we’ve been led to believe. rose had many secrets, and i don’t believe for a second that she had nothing to do with this. 

ultimately, you wanna know what knowing more than your peers look like? don’t look to yellow diamond - look to pearl. whatever happened, it’s not as simple as yellow did it Cause Evil, because pearl would have no problem divulging that.

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I swear on my life that every mp100 manga reader all had some sort or telepathic message sent to them. a thought, an idea, planted into our brains on a massive scale. a subliminal message hidden in a chapter somewhere. some higher force told us that Shou’s hair was red. And collectively we all decided “that seems true”. and then it was

Touch Me, Touch You | 02 (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


BTS; Yoongi/Suga (Ft. Hoseok/J-Hope)

Genre: Smut | PWP

Word count: 4.9k

Description: Yoongi gets a surprise when he thought he had the apartment all to himself.

Anonymous requested: Voyeurism with Yoongi was supposed to be a drabble but turned into this mess…

Warnings: Graphic smut, dom/sub themes, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Yoongi being sexy as hell

A/N: Idk what my thing is with just porn lately, but heres the second half as promised :) 

Happy late Birthday to the love of my life, Yoongi ^^

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The Hobbit

B-DAY

Imagine Thorin Choosing To Court You

For My Followers

Nerves are bubbling in your stomach as your mother braids daintily crafted metal flowers into your hair. She made the metal and gemstone flowers for you, for your coming of age ceremony. Your father and her are the kings best blacksmiths because they can craft in such detail.

“Are you ready for your party (Y/N)?” your mother inquires as she finishes your hair. You’re finally ready we’ll psychically.

A long red dress with a golden belt cling to your form and your hair is in piles of fanciful raids. You couldn’t be more with pretty.

“I believe,” you reply and gulp. At the coming of age part for dwarves they choose a craft to pursue, suitors come forward to request courting, and man gifts are given. You are most nervous about the courting part.

“My sweet daughter all will be well. You do not have to accept any requests of courtship if you do not desire to,” your mother assures and kisses your forehead.

You’re concerned no one will request to court you. You’re rather unattractive in dwarvish terms and you haven’t many friends. The only close friend you have is Bilbo Baggins a dear friend of the kings. The kings nephews are very kind to you and the king is also polite when he sees you.

“Thank you mother,” you murmur and stand up. “Now it is time for us to get going. I would not want to be late for my own party.”

~~~

Your celebration goes smoothly through you choosing your craft and opening your gifts.

The courting part came up too suddenly for you.

~~~

“If any suitors wish to come forward and offer their hand to this dwarrowdam you are invited to do so now,” you father declares through gritted teeth.

From your read felt seat in the center of the large party hall you see no one stir.

And just like that all your greatest fears are realized. Now one wants to court you.

Trying to hold back tears you flash a false smile to the crowd and fluff your skirts.

“As I thought, shall we presume the festivities?” you suggest only barely managing to keep the waver from your voice.

“Wait,” a deep voice rumbles and your heart skips a beat.

Looking up you watch the crowd part and King Thorin stroll through to stand before you.

Whispers pick up in the crowd and you flush bright red.

“King Thorin? You’ve come to my celebration? I’m honored,” you say and move to stand so you can curtsy.

“Stay seated (Y/N),” he guides and you go till. “I have come to ask if I may court you.” Thorin kneels down and presents a bejeweled jewelry box to you. With shaky hands and a horde of butterflies in your stomach you reach out to it. Opening it up you find a golden tiara with shimmering gemstones encrusted in it.

“Is that?”

“I shattered the Arkenstone to forge a crown for when you become queen of you accept my request,” he explains and the crowd gasps.

You gape at him in utter shock. You had no idea this was coming.

“I accept,” you say barely above a whisper. He doesn’t hear you so you inhale deeply. “I accept.” The grin that spreads across his face makes your stomach roll in happiness.

“Bless you (Y/N),” he breathes and embraces you. The crowd claps and cheers while your parents weep tears of joy.

“You were always so polite I just thought..” you trail off unable to think clearly.

“(Y/N) you possess a heart unlike any other and a true beauty that rivals that of the Arkenstone. Every time we met you made me feel truly young and joyful again. I’ve known from the start that you are my one,” he confesses and you can help but grin wildly.

“I’ve always wished for you to court me and now it’s real. I’m just so happy,” you admit and stand on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“And I as well.”

~~~

Thorin and you court for a year before getting impatient and deciding to wed.

The crown fits you perfectly and you’re now known to be the heart of the king under the mountain.

you’ve met one another, right?

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or the one where everything is still the same: even and isak still do happen. but it’s observed under sana’s watchful inspection. on even.

(or the one where ten times, sana sees even, as even and isak happen.)

canon compliant, but, with a little bit more. this wasn’t meant to turn into a full blown fic but, oh well, no can do.

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Scars

Request: Hey, Could you write a reader x Jasper Hale where he is helping her tend wounds after she is attacked and discovers her scars (she’s self conscious about) from an accident she had as a kid? Thank you!!

Pairing: Jasper Hale x reader 

Warnings: Scars, angst, car accident mention 

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Vocal - Thomas (The Maze Runner) [Smut]

Authors: @writing-obrien and @dumbass-stilinski

Character(S): Thomas/Reader, Aris/Reader, Brenda/Thomas

Word Count: 3463

Notes: here’s another collab from me and Steff! Here’s some super hot Thomas smut because I’m thirsty for Thomas and you all know it. Oral (both receiving), fingering, handjob, riding, marking, jealous, cheating.



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