venus spokes

wallflowhrs  asked:

placements that would suggest someone who is really good at writing? or someone that has a very beautiful, poetic writing style? :) xx

writing is ruled by mercury and the 3rd house, publishing is ruled by jupiter and the 9th house, so anything that contacts these positions, esp their natural rulers, like mercury 3rd, jupiter 9th, mercury 9th, jupiter 3rd. gemini rules writing, grammar, speech, and punctuation. this is why so many geminis are journalists and bloggers. venus (art) in the 3rd house makes for a poet. hermann hesse had mars, saturn, and the moon in pisces in the 3rd house. neptune is the higher octave of venus and we spoke about the artistry of venus so this elevates with neptune, the ruler of pisces. “Writing is every time a mad, exciting business, a voyage in a tiny boat on a high sea, a solitary flight through the universe”. 

mercury in the 11th house is a great writer of dreams and vision belonging to and for the collective. pluto in the 3rd may be a great writer because a legacy could be left with their words. mercury in the 10th can become famous or make a living out of writing. neptune in the 3rd could turn words into liquid, so there is poetry about their writing, if they can actually be bothered with it, speaking with images, like mercury in pisces or in the 12th house, again the focus can be too off to actually generate anything. mercury in the 1st house is a natural writer, and mercury in the 5th could be a great creative writer. mercury in virgo or in the 6th house may focus more on analytics but have an ease of articulation. surprisingly, some of the best astrologers ive found have mercury in capricorn, its a mature and refined expression , its easy to read and full of wisdom, check check. i say this because i believe steven forrest has the greatest astrology writing style and he has this placement, among some others. moon-jupiter, moon-mercury, and mercury-neptune, moon-neptune, venus-mercury, moon in the 3rd, moon in the 9th, aspects can generate beautiful writing, these people are natural artists anyway 

there was another one i thought of but i keep forgetting? so maybe its wrong lol

hope that helped! x 



Rich || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1980

Warning: suggestive but so much FLUFF OMG

note: this is it. the last chapter of rich. i’m may be crying inside because i will miss writing this lovely series. i’d like to thank everyone for giving this series so much love, i cannot explain how grateful i am! i love you all very much and i hope you will anticipate for mayday next! happy reading and take care :) -admin

one year later

I ran down the long hallways of the Paris airport, dragging my small suitcase along with me. The flight to Paris was delayed due to weather conditions hence why I was late for my very own fashion show. Security guards running alongside with me, pointing me to the direction of the exit. With Rose running behind me, I could feel the pressure weigh on my shoulders as we found the exit into the wide open area of the Paris airport. Cameras everywhere, flashing at my face while I tried to pinpoint a way to get out of this place. As fast as I could, I walked alongside security guards as they led me into my car and closed the door, shutting out the paparazzi.

“Drive to the hotel and straight to the venue, please.” Rose demanded the driver once we both settled inside the car.

“No, just the venue.” I stated, waving off Rose’s request.

“We need to get you changed and ready for the show. We don’t have time to stop by the venue.” Rose argued.

“Tell them to meet me at the venue and I’ll get ready with the models. I just need to if everything is planned out perfectly.” I argued back. I heard Rose sigh beside me, knowing that she can’t win against my decision. After all, I am the boss here.

Rose pulled out her phone and started to make last minute phone calls, telling my stylists to meet me at the venue. I pulled out my phone and pressed the home button to face myself with my lock screen background. It was a picture of Jaebum and I with his hand around my waist and his wide smile, dressed up fancy from when his parents threw a party for winning in court against Mr. Park.

With that my mind wandered to Jinyoung. After moving back to Korea, we finally settle my problem with my father’s debt in court. I provided the lawyers with enough evidence to defend my position with Jaebum helping me by my side. In court, I met up again with the Park family and thing time, Jinyoung was there alone and no one else. As usually, he looked strikingly handsome in a suit with his hair swept to the side. I forgave him a long time ago, realizing his actions were to protect me from getting hurt. When Jaebum told me that he got married with the same girl that ruined our relationship, the news kind of tugged my heart. I couldn’t help but think that could’ve been us if we weren’t in this situation. But then I told myself I had a great boyfriend who treated me like a princess.

I let out a breathy sigh as I felt my phone buzz in my hand, interrupting my thoughts. Looking down, I saw three new messages pop up from Jaebum himself.

Jaebum: Good luck today, baby girl. You’ll do great like always. I love you and don’t stress too much.

I smiled to myself, suddenly feeling fuzzy inside. When I started dating Jaebum a year ago, I realized that he never had a proper girlfriend that treated him right in awhile. So going on dates or doing coupley things was something Jaebum wasn’t used to. He told me specifically, on our first date, that he wasn’t use to holding hands with a girl in public because most of his girls were there for enjoyment, not for relationship. Of course, he told me he was willing to change his habits just to have a stable relationship instead of a steamy relationship. But I wasn’t complaining about the steamy part.

“We’re here at the venue ma’am.” The driver spoke up, interrupting my thoughts. 

“(Y/N), we don’t have time to check out the venue. The show starts in three hours!” Rose started to panic.

I waved her off and smiled at her, “Relax, Rose. We’re here and that’s all that matters.”

“I swear, you boyfriend is having an influence on you. A year ago you would be panicking in this situation. Now, you’re all laid back.” Rose scoffed, hopping off the car as I following closely after her.

“Don’t blame this on him.” I laughed at my best friend’s comment. “Jaebum has no influence on me whatsoever.”

“Sure.” Rose rolled her eyes as we entered the venue. “You’ve become more dominant, if you know what I mean.”

I smacked my best friend on the back and gasped, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Ah, Jaebum. Oh my god, right there. Ye-” Rose teased quite loudly, making the people hanging in the long hallways turn their heads to look at us.

“Shut up otherwise I’m firing you.” I snapped at Rose, feeling my cheeks rise up in color.

“Next time, if we’re staying in the same hotel, I’ll have to request a room far away from you two.” Rose stated. I gave Rose a mean look before entering onto the runway. I stood there, looking at the sight in front of me and smiled to myself. After coming this far in life, I could say I was pretty proud at myself. I worked hard, didn’t take any money from any man, and ended up with a nice life. Not mention a hot boyfriend.

Rose and I stayed on the runway, fixing a few problems and making slight adjustments for about an hour. It was until then I heard screams coming from outside the venue, indicating that my models have arrived. I looked at Rose as she flashed a terrified look on her face. Grabbing my arm, she rushed me out of the stage area and into a private change room where my stylists were ready to do my makeup. Rose forcefully pushed me down onto the chair as the girls did their work as quickly as they can on my hair and face.

“About an hour and thirty minutes until show time!” Someone yelled into the change room. I sat up from my chair and took a good look at my beautiful curly hair and simple makeup on my face. Thanking the stylists, I ran to get fitted into a dress Jaebum bought for me a while ago but I never got the chance to wear it. A black ruffled mock-neck cold-shoulder dress fitted with a gold belt and heels was very expensive to get since it was a limited edition. But knowing Jaebum, he got whatever he wanted right under his fingertips.

“Hey, I’m just going to meet with the models and organize a few things.” Rose said, popping her head into the fitting room. “You look great by the way, (Y/N). Jaebum would’ve been happy to see you in that dress.”

“Thanks, Rose. You look good too.” I smiled at her through the mirror. Rose returned a sweet smile before running off to handle the show. Looking down at the ground, I noticed a silver necklace that must’ve fell from my neck while I was quickly changing into my dress. Bending down, I grabbed the necklace and stood up just to suddenly fell arms wrapping around my waist, startling me slightly.

“What the f-” I cursed out loud, my heart racing from the sudden actions until I looked at the person who stood behind me in the mirror.

“Surprise.” Jaebum chuckled, his face resting on top my exposed shoulders. The famous signature smirk plastered on his face as I took a good look at him in the mirror. A classic suit and tie look with his hair swept back made my heart melt. I could never get tired at looking at this handsome man. The sight I fell in love with years ago.

“H-how?” I stuttered, slightly shocked by his appearance. “You texted me three hours ago and there’s no way you could’ve gotten here. The flight I took was the only flight to Paris.”

“I sat at the very back of the plane, same flight as you. It was a rough flight here since children and babies were crying their head off, interrupting my sleep. But I couldn’t sit in first class because you were there.” Jaebum smiled, kissing my exposed shoulder before he took the necklace out of my hands and helped put it around my neck. My heart started to warm up as I gave Jaebum finished putting on the necklace and sent a charming smile through the mirror.

“My poor baby,” I cooed as I turned around, grabbing Jaebum by the face, “The things you do for me.”

“The things you make me do, baby girl.” Jaebum smirked, pulling me closer to him so that our lips were inches away from each other. “Can’t believe I do all these things for you.”

And with that, Jaebum pushed me against the wall of the fitting room and connected his lips with mine. My arms wrapped around his neck as his lips perfectly molded against mine, leaving me breathless. Jaebum broke the hot kiss as his hands pulled down the fabric on my neck. He moved his lips to the sweet spot on my neck and sucked on it slightly, earning a soft moan coming out of my lips. Jaebum brought his lips up again to my mouth with full desire, his hands wandering up and down my waist.

Pulling away, Jaebum gave me another peck on the lips and smiled, “You’re not going to walk the red carpet?”

“No,” I sighed as I fixed my hair in the mirror, “How can I when I’m already inside the venue?”

“You sneak out the back, get a driver to drive you to the front, and then walk.” Jaebum stated, leaning his body against the wall.

“I don’t have a driver.” I pouted at him through the mirror.

Jaebum chuckled under his breath as he got off the wall and stood beside me, “Already taken care of.”

“You planned this out, didn’t you?” I laughed at him as I turned my head to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, and I planned something special for tonight too.” Jaebum smirked before grabbing my hand and leading me outside the fitting room.

“Oh an what’s that?” I raised an eyebrow at him, knowing full well what he had in mind tonight.

“That’s a surprise for later.” Jaebum winked at me.

I laughed out loud, leaning onto his arm as we walked down the hallways and out the exit in the back. A black car parked on the side, waited for us both as I felt a cold air rush through my body. Jaebum, being a gentleman, opened the door and made way for me to enter the car. It was a short ride to the red carpet as we both prepared ourselves for the cameras.

Jaebum stuck out his arm once we exited the car and I took it as we walked down the red carpet, smiling brightly at the cameras. Stopping in front on the backdrop, Jaebum’s arms snaked around my waist, pulling me to his side as we smiled for the camera. I was too focused on the bright lights to notice that Jaebum’s hand made its way down to my ass, giving it a good squeeze.

“Jaebum, no.” I hissed under my breath, still keeping my sweet smile on my face.

“Can’t help it if your ass looks good from behind.” Jaebum said under his breath, remaining calm in front of the camera.  

“Fuck you, Jaebum.” I hissed, turning my body towards him and looking up at his handsome face.

Jaebum looked down at me and flashed me his famous smirk, his eyes shining in the bright light. His fingers brushed a few stands of my hair to the side, since it covered my face and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“Fuck me anytime, babe.” Jaebum smirked, pulling away from my forehead. “My rich ass can take you anytime.”

Request 14~
come on (y/n) this is nothing compared to before I thought to myself, preparing to knock on the large red double doors infront of me.
 Knock, knock, knock.
“3 minutes until meet and greets” I stammered through the door, just loud enough to be audible on the other side. I heard the two British voices reply with okay and thanks from the otherside and left to check with all the people attending the meet and greet.

After an hour of teenage girls hugging them and crying, Dan and Phil had finished all the meet and greets with time to spare.
“Is there any staff who want a signature” the brown haired boy joked. I took him up on the offer and bounced over to them; my (y/c/h) swaying in a ponytail behind me.
“Hi!” I exclaimed, looking up at the two men who were giants compared to me. “I love your videos so much” I mentioned as they signed my phone case.
“Are you watching the show?” Phil asked, a smile plastered across his face.
“Uh yeah I’m helping with the props so I’ll just be backstage or in the wings watching” I told him before realising the time. “Uh you two should really be getting ready for stage” I smiled as I pointed at the clock on the wall.
“Oh shit” Dan whispered under his breath before they said there good byes and head off in the direction of the stage.

I enjoyed the show so much. The screams when they played the internet is here were immense; and seeing all the teenagers crying took me back to seeing MCR in 2006. Every now and then, I got to hand something to Dan or Phil, both boys smiling and filled with pride.

Another hour passed and the show was over. Everything was packed up and most of the girls had left. I watched as Dan and Phil got back on their tour bus and waved as they pulled away.

Whilst I was clearing out the room they had been preparing in, I found a shirt on the chest of drawers which I immediately recognized to be Dans weed shirt.

time skip 

Knocking on the door of the hotel the boys were staying at, I prepared for what I was going to say.

Moments later the door swung open to reveal a paniced Dan.
“Um hi it’s me from earlier, you left something at the venue” I spoke, surprisingly confident. His eyes flickered down to the dark material in my hand and his shoulders immediately relaxed.
“Oh my God, thank you so much” he sighed as I passed him the shirt.

The Next Day

“Tell the people where we’re going today the Philip” I heard the familiar voice from behind me. I spun round to be met with the two dark haired giants from yesterday holding a phone pretty much above my head, clearly making a day in the life video.
“Oh hi! It's  (y/n)” Dan said after nearly walking into me.
“Guys this is (y/n) she helped with the props yesterday” Phil said, walking to be behind me so I could be on camera.

I saw my face had turned bright red on the screen of the phone.
“Um, (y/n) since we don’t know where we’re going do you want to come round with us?” The other boy asked.

The three of us became inseparable as we walked around the streets.

“So this is the great barrier reef?” Dan asked, a confused look in his hazel eyes.
“Uh yeah”
“Why isn’t it as colourful as the pictures” he asked, still showing signs of confusion.
“Well the people who look after the reef, I think they’re scientists or marine biologist, have said it could be pronounced dead in the autumn” I explained
Both of the 6ft boys had a solemn look on their faces after.

After visiting the reef, we decided to head back to their hotel.

They had been vlogging most of the day and I knew I would appear in the video at some point.
“(Y/n) you do know if we mention any of your social media links you’ll get tons if messages like ’ I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GOT TO SPEND THE DAY WITH THEM’” Dan joked.

“I know Dan, I’ve seen the phandom” I laughed, getting off Dans bed to make a drink.

“Anyway…. Mr Philip” Dan laughed, vlogging again. “What are we watching?” He questioned, legitimately not knowing what was on.
“Are you serious?” Phil joked in response “it’s quite clearly the Olympics” he finsished as I walked back into the room. Dan saw me and took it as an opportunity to joke around.

“Look who is still here” He turned the camera to face me as I sat to the left of Phil. “It’s like 10 at night and she’s still here. Third wheel much”
“Guys pleaae remember that was a joke and there is no need to attack (y/n)’s social media with comments like ‘leave them alone’ and that sort of thing” Phil chimed in, slightly more seriously.

“I do need to go soon though guys” I moaned acknowledging that I’d have to leave the boys
“Just stay here,” Dan suggested patting the space next to him on the bed.
“You do realise what the phandoms reaction is going to be after that” I laughed, sitting in the place I had previously been.

Looking back on the events of the past two days I realised how lucky I had been in meeting and bonding with Dan and Phil. The two men who most people wanted to know. The two men with 2007 hair and who wear nothing but black jeans.

Call your event venue if you feel unsafe attending upcoming events

Following the events in manchester last night, my mind is not at ease with attending Harry’s tour later this year. If you’re anything like me, you’re worried for your saftey in large venues and events. Today, I called the venue and spoke with them about their safety standards and screening process. Needless to say, if you feel uncomfortable about attending an event, contact the venue! The people who work there understand the loss in manchester and understand your fear. They are more than willing to talk you through the steps they take to keep you and everyone else safe.

Perpetuam Stellae dum iungit Ianthida vati
Laeta Venus, dixit ‘Plus dare non potui.’
Haec coram domina; sed nequius illud in aurem:
‘Tu ne quid pecces, exitiose, vide.
Saepe ego lascivum Martem furibunda cecidi,
Legitimos esset cum vagus ante toros.
Sed postquam meus est, nulla me paelice laesit:
Tam frugi Iuno vellet habere virum.’
Dixit, et arcano percussit pectora loro.
Plaga iuvat: sed tu iam, dea, caede duos.

“Joyful Venus, while joining Ianthis to the poet Stella in marriage forever, she said, ‘I could not give you more.’ This she said in the presence of the mistress; but in his ear more mischievously she said, ‘See to it, destructive one, that you do not stray. Often have I beat lustful Mars in a rage when he would wander before our lawful marriage; but after he became mine, he never wounded me with a mistress. Juno would like to have so honest a husband.’ Venus spoke, and struck his breast with an unseen whip*. The blow helps: but you, goddess, now strike both of them!”

– Martial 6.21

*This striking of the breast by Venus is supposed to instill passion so that the husband will not stray from his wife. But as the next line shows, the wife needs a blow as well!

anonymous asked:

I would LOVE to hear your SilMil headcanons

I got this for ask a drunk Doc, which I’m still combing through. 

I don’t really have them written down well, the best I’ve got is part of this SilMil fic I’m writing (Which may or may not ever be finished, but contains Ft’s favorite crackship, so I know he’ll be pleased if it does) I have a really bad tendency to just fic out my headcanons rather than be like “My thoughts on x are y” so unfortunately this scrap from the fic is the best I’ve got for you!

Pluto always had mixed emotions on these days. Escorting the new recruits was one of the rare times she was permitted to leave the Time Gate, to see her beloved Serenity, to hope that she would give her even the smallest audience, the kindness of a nod, or the hope of a smile.

But still, she was fully cognizant of the fact that she was removing these girls to a destiny they never asked for—they were alike, in that way. Since the Moon had brought each planet to heel, they had been required to send a noble daughter to serve in defense of the royal family. To remind them that even the Queens of each kingdom obeyed the Kingdom of the Moon.

The army of Neptune all saluted their princess as she boarded the shuttle, head held high, weapons securely fastened to her and her luggage, hours of training having gone into each. She only glanced at Pluto once, and then gazed out the window, wordlessly, hands folded in her lap, legs crossed.

Neptunians were assassins, and Venus was pleased that Neptune was sending a daughter. The Inner planets had been required to send first, of course—Venus had needed to train them, she couldn’t manage such with an entire force of greenhorns. But Neptune, she had said to Pluto, would need no training, and could only be an asset. She was looking forward to sparring with her.

Venus’ smile unnerved her.

Uranus was a different planet completely, and it was often said in the Sol System that Uranians were “entirely the kind of people you’d expect from a planet that lolls about on its side.” The Uranians had braided flowers into their princess’ hair,  and kissed her and embraced her and wept as she prepared to board, her luggage weighted down with books and sketchpads and a quilt lovingly worn.

The Uranian Queen stroked her daughter’s hair. “My girl, the palace will be very different from your home here. Keep heart, and know that we love you so.” She embraced her tightly. “I pray I will see you again, one day.”

The green-haired girl looked down at her fingernails. “Do we not have a schedule to keep, or did we allot time for this maudlin nonsense?”


Pluto watched them both as the shuttle headed back to the Moon, There could be no mistaking their planets, they were almost built to a standard: The Neptunian princess was small, and you’d be forgiven for thinking her delicate if you didn’t know any better. Her green hair waved down her back, the front pulled into a gold ribbon to join it with the rest of the stream. Her face was expressionless and unreadable, gazing out the porthole to the galaxy.

The other princess was tall, and broad of shoulder, likely just as strong and fast as most Uranians. Venus always called Uranians a waste: They were built for combat, but lacked the heart for it, a nation of gentle giants. Her hair was short but shaggy, as if she couldn’t quite decide what she was going to do with it, and no one was going to press her. Venus would make her clean it up, or grow it out. She had no patience for wavering.


Venus appraised them both, standing in front of her as Pluto took the bags off the shuttle and set them both behind their respective princesses.

She looked over at Pluto. “Saturn didn’t send a daughter?”

Pluto nearly stood at attention when Venus spoke to her. “The Queen of Saturn repeats her vow: On the day we send a daughter to you, your kingdom will fall.”

“I don’t know why Serenity doesn’t press on that entire planet of lazy mystics.” She looked back at her two fresh victims. “I am Commander Venus. You may call me three things: Ma’am, sir, or Commander.” She counted them off on her hand. “Anything else, and well, you’ll find out.”

She smiled slyly and walked over toward the girls, indicating to one with a shake of her finger. “You. Neptune. I’ve been waiting for you. You’re an asset to the regiment.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m sure I am.”

“Cocky, too. Good, I like that. You’ll meet me later in the sparring arena. And you.” She wheeled around, “Uranus.”

She smiled and leaned forward, dipping her shoulders to make herself closer to Venus’ size. “No, you see,” She chuckled, “I think there’s been a mistake. You all keep calling me Uranus, but I’m FROM Uranus, my name is T-“

She was stopped suddenly by a blow to her stomach, and the pain of being flattened against the shuttle. Venus grabbed her by the hair and growled into her ear. “I don’t care what your name was before you got here. I don’t care WHO you were before you got here. You belong to me now, your name is Uranus, you’re a soldier, and you are, whatever I tell you you are.” She released her and strode toward the doorway to the palace. “Do we understand?”

Uranus shook softly as she raised herself back to her feet. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Goddamn Uranians are only good as cannon fodder. Jupiter, Mercury! Take these two up to their rooms.”



The people of Earth would change the saying later, but in those times, “All is fair on Venus and Mars,” reigned. The Queen had pitted the two planets against in each other in a great gladiatorial combat, to decide who would be the leader of the Moon’s forces. All of the people of the Moon had attended to watch the daughters of Mars and the daughters of Venus outwit, outmaneuver, and kill.

Venus had triumphed that day. One of the victors had ripped the skirt from her fallen enemy, and tied up her hair with it. Now every Venusian kept a red bow as part of their uniform, that Mars might never forget who came first.