#6degrees

[lexlingua]

The Snow Child & Six Unusual Retellings

The Snow Child & Six Unusual Retellings

It’s time for #6degrees. Start with the monthly read, add six books, and see where you end up. The 6 Degrees of Separation Meme is hosted every month at Books are my Favorite and Best. The book for December 2022 is The Snow Child by by Eowyn Ivey. Snow Child is a retelling of an old (and rather sad) folktale about the little girl that a childless couple finds in the woods, but she is made of…

[thisismenow3]

Did some research on this and, you’re not gonna believe this, it’s made in a predominantly black area in Mississippi!(sarc)

get out the phones if y’all have liberal representatives and senators. Even if you don’t if ya just want to shout and rant at the GOP bastards cause who knows maybe they will sit out enabling a correction on this.

Horrible fact of the day: Chevron just released a new boat fuel that WILL give you cancer.

Not "might", not "could", WILL. It has a cancer ratio of 1:1, as in, in a group of 10 people, ALL 10 would contract CANCER.

The EPA's safety limit is 1:1,000,000 as in 1 in a million people get cancer.

The EPA approved it anyways. I am not joking. The EPA approved a boat fuel that has a near 100% chance of giving someone cancer. It has such a good chance of giving someone cancer that if you DIDN'T get cancer YOU WOULD BE AN OUTLIER.

Fuck the oil industries.

[lilacstro]

Hey,

Please interpret this,

i have 11 th house in 1degree pisces and 5th house in 1 degree virgo but im not internet famous right know but i wants to be and 5th house virgo absolutely resonated but not 11th house so what do you think why it happed not only that im aquarius mc and uranus in 11th house pisces i have lots of fame degree and placement with north node in 11th aries at 6degree and taurus rising 17 degree

I think it would be worth seeing that our natal chart is not static since we're born. I would recommend you look into the "progressed" natal chart of yours to see where your planets are currently and what energies might be manifesting along with your natal chart. Apart from this I would also suggest looking at your solar return and the aspects to your natal chart for the natal placements that concern internet sucess. If possible look at your social media chart, I've a post on it on my blog so that would help too i believe. If possible I would suggest acquiring more information to see your natal chart in much great detail since there could be details your probably are missing concerning your questions. Its quite possible you find my readings expensive but there are people who do it for much less amount. I would recommend @learnastrowallura as far as I've seen her blog she seems to have an understanding of what she's doing

I hope this helped and answers your question xoxo

All the best may God bless

[urfriendash]

ok so today was really good but

the heating in our school BROKE and it was 6degrees Celsius!?!!??!!?!!! i didn’t bring a jacket?!!!

also so i thought i heard this girl say she wasn’t taking the history test today but then she followed me to the hallway to take it and i was like “oh ahha i guess you are taking it” and she was like “no i am i never said i wasnt….” and i was like “oh ahahahhahahaha my hearing literally sucks like on the airplane yesterday the girl asked if i wanted biscoff cookies and i didn’t hear her and i thought she said cookies as in the weed brand or wtv and i was like what?!?!”

?!!?!!? THAT NEVER HAPPENED WHAT WAS I ON ABOUT IM SO EMBARRASSED WTF IS WRONG W ME ?!?!!??

and some kid was vaping and set off the fire alarms so 2nd period was just taken up by that (thankfully i hate that teacher)

and i got my friend part of her bday gift today

[patchouliwizard]

also it's so funny bc we don't live in a small town like there were 2500 ppl at my high school while i was there but like that 6degree rule?? rlly applies to me and my bf like i knew one of his best friends in high school actually before he did bc we were in the same middle school friend group

[tutuandscoot]

The investment bank I work for is doing a deal with a Canadian firm and I swear to god they are the nicest people on the planet. It doesn’t matter what the issue, they are unfailingly polite, plus I get to spend my days on calls to Montreal while singing Moulin Rouge in my head and daydreaming about Scott and Tessa and it’s taken all my strength not to break in to meetings and ask if they have ever seen VM skate.

This is work goals!!

It’s crazy right once your sell your soul to VM anything to do with their programs/where they come from etc.. it’s like constantly playing 6degrees of separation. When I first got ‘back into them’ (fangirling out over them as a full time job) I asked my work friend who had lived in Montreal for 12 years if she knew about them.. Disappointingly her answer was ‘yeah but they’re not together’ which makes me kinda sad that seemingly the media environment around them over there was about the BS/ gossipy stuff rather than what terrifying athletes, ANGELS and king and queen they are of their country! So after that I kinda stopped asking people or bringing them up.. even to my mum the other day.. there was an ad for DWTS on and I told her that TS vehemently oppose the idea of going on that show bc they are so fiercely loyal to each other in the sense of never forming a competitive/performance/dance partnership with anyone else because what they shared what’s so incomprehensibly special and the idea for each of them of skating/dancing (performing) without each other quite frankly scares them.. and I said how there was a similar show in Canada called ‘BOTB’ with the same idea but pairing up a FS and a hockey player and that VM wouldn’t even do that and my mum goes ‘but isn’t she marrying a hockey player?’ And I’m like ‘OH MY FUCKING GOD it’s NOT ABOUT THAT..’

Anyway yes I’m so with you on associating anything and everything with them- I make art based on their costumes, I use their music when I’m teaching ballet classes.. I have a tattoo that says ‘come what May’ (in cryptic, artsy text I designed myself) they are so a part of me and I’m fully aware that sounds creepy but as I’ve said in the past it’s in a really positive sense that inspires me on both an artistic and human level.

That’s soo cool you should defs ask one of them or just say something like ‘I didn’t pledge allegiance to Chuckie III👑 I pledged allegiance to Canada’s king and queen’ and see if they know what you’re talking about hahahaha

[books-and-dachshunds]

Six degrees of Separations; Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Six degrees of Separations; Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow #6degrees #booklr #bookblr #bookblog #bookblogging #bookmemes

Good morning! This #6degrees link gave me quite a struggle this time around, but I really wanted to do it- which kinda frustrated me tbh.. First I had two more books in my links that I decided to remove as I had needed help to link those and idk- the book within my first link worked as well so I rearranged to fit 😂 which might’ve not be the strongest links. Hosted by Kate @…

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[pastel-pinku]

Our cold weather will only last one more week apparently before it returns to the usual regular 6degree c

[jamneuromain]

Desire personified. Gorgeous temptress. But also beloved. Láska moja. Bosorka moja. Home.

Oh good heavens, I'd be practically sweating if it weren't for the 6degrees here in my hometown -

how does this sound so damn like a witch whispering by her lover's ears, telling him to come and join, the secret whispering that even her lips are not moving, ancient souls and spirits align with her powers, persuading, hushing, pushing Steve to emerge himself into this enchantment and yet I'm feeling/seeing all this complicated feelings with six lines on my laptop???

My dear Anika you are truly so talented good lord this is the best witch fic I've ever read

Ocaruj me (Bewitch Me) - S.R.

Type: medieval/fantasy/fairy tale AU; drabbl-ish; a part of this pseudo-medieval-fantasy AU

Pairing: knight Steve Rogers x reader   Word Count: 2k

Summary: Knight Steven Rogers is a man with love. That love is you. His beautiful lady who bewitched his soul even without the supernatural powers you possess. He'll follow you anywhere.

It that means bathing in a lake in a moonlight, so be it.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, unprotected sex (shocking in medieval times huh), bit of angst, fluff, knight Steve ‘cause he’s a warning, Slovak language ‘cause I can

A/N: Actual title is Očaruj mě (Bewitch Me) ...tumblr cannot handle a "č" and an “ě“ in their title 🙃 DIVIDER by @firefly-graphics; inspired by THIS ask (you can find headcanons and a playlist there)

A/N 2: Chronologically fits before the events of Pomiluj mě, but if you read this first, you will spoil some of the reveals.

Magic is a dark evil thing; that is what all knights of the kingdom are reminded during their studies and training.

Magic is the wicked twine that curls around your wrist when you reach out a hand, grips you tight and drags you towards perdition.

Magic takes face of a twisted beauty, a temptress, and leads you down the path of sin with a smile worth of the Devil himself.

Magic only knows curses and wrongs.

Sir Steven Rogers knows these axioms by heart.

Steve knows they are horseshit; or at least fail to fulfil the basic rule of an axiom, which is supposed to be universality.

In Steve’s eyes, people are corrupted by many things, amongst which there is the power that comes with magic. That much is true. But the nature of magic itself is pure; t reveals the person wielding it and amplifies who they already are.

Steve would only agree with part of the axiom second to last, assured whenever he sees you. He would now too, standing near the bank of a lake, still fully clothed, his gaze inevitably drawn to the enticing image in front of him.

You, standing to the waist in the water, dressed in but the luxurious robe of moonlight caressing your skin and wearing the lake like the richest skirt; your hair cascading down freely like an elaborate veil, the commonly dark ink of your tattoo reaching from the side of your neck down your shoulder shinning bright.

When you glance over your shoulder, eyes glimmering more entrancingly than the moon and the stars combined, lips curling in a smile, the last thing Steve would compare you to would be the Devil, a dark evil thing.

The truth, however, is that if you did decide to drag him towards his end, he would follow voluntarily, heart pounding just as hard as it is now, with warmth in his chest and searing heat in is gut.  

When you speak his name, a sweet ‘rytier moj’, you indeed are every bit of a temptress, the seductress steering him toward the most beautiful of sins; but not in the name of evil.

In the name of love.

“How is it that you are not cold, bosorka moja? And by gods, remind me, love, why is it that I should follow?” he asks with a grin on his lips, as if he does not feel every ounce of his body being pulled to you by the alluring image of you alone, by the promise of the feel of your skin under his fingertips, of the taste of your lips, of your wickedly delicate hands touching him in ways no unwed lovers should.

You have told him there was a deeper meaning in bathing in that particular lake on this very night, but as fascinated as he always is by your faiths and magic, you have been convincing him with your lips whispering to his own, causing his memory to be considerably less reliable, his mind much more pliant.

You turn around to face him fully, your watery skirt swirling; Steve’s mouth turns dry at the sight of your stiff nipples and plump breasts, his last reservations dispersing as his pants become uncomfortably tight.

“For this lake is believed to possess supernatural properties, rytier moj. For I know it does,” you remind him gently, your gaze trailing down his body in appreciation as he sheds his cloak, his tunic and pants.

You once told him what you saw when he did and have aided him in recalling it quite frequently.

Beauty.

Strength.

Goodness.

Safety.

Home.

And desires personified.

Steve is only a man; all these are virtues in his mind, privileges, and the one that is not makes him preen all the more.

Dark eyes glimmering in the moonlight, your smile earns a teasing edge even as your words begin with gravity.

“Bathing in the light of the full moon nearest to the summer solstice makes one stronger. Something my knight might appreciate. I know I for sure would, since he insists on recklessly risking his life.”

His own lips curl up, heart humming with tenderness; he is cared for. He is worried about. He is loved. He is not the only one who has the comfort of a lover on their mind. Perhaps it is for ‘lovers’ is not quite the word fit for where his heart quivers in the matter of you and him. Not the only word.

Desire personified.

Gorgeous temptress.

But also beloved.

Láska moja.

Bosorka moja.

Home.

“All knights do, bosorka moja,” he says as he steps into the water, the liquid welcoming him with an unexpected sensation of cold and warmth combined.

Where his skin meets the water, immersed deeper with each tentative step on the invisible rocky floor, he is enveloped with an unfamiliar sensation, the warmth seeping into his skin almost violently, leaving gentle tingling in its wake.

His lungs expand. His heart thunders. His muscles ache until they feel as light as a feather. His large bones seem to harden, his joints feel stronger but pliant. His blood pumps vigorously, forcing a shuddering breath out of his chest.

Well, he’ll be damned; he would be if he wasn’t so blessed. He would never doubt you again. Not that he ever truly did.

You watch him, a hypnotic and hypnotizing gaze, soaked in the satisfaction and desire having thickened your tenderness. Your skin almost glows and Steve understands that his eyes were not deceiving him earlier. He is not the only one absorbing power; yours might be different in nature from his, so different and ethereal, a true force of nature, but a power nevertheless. And as you soaked in the water, your immense power grew further.

“And yet, I have not seen any knight, soldier or mercenary, nor the clumsiest commoner with as many scars, nor I saved them from so many,” you oppose him, still playful; yet, your voice has earned a husky quality Steve is drawn to like a mot to a flame, his steps growing confident.

For almost every step he takes, you take one back, away from him, sinking deeper, hiding your tempting body from his hungry sight. A delightful feigned chase begins, one of which you both know will only end in bodies intertwined. A dance Steve knows, for he has felt its thrill before, for he has danced with you before; he has danced lips to lips, hands to hips, hips to hips, lips attached to your mound with hooded eyes too, senses enveloped with heady primal need, laced with love both corporal and intangible.

It all hums within him, pounds with force bolstered by the magic surrounding him. You feel it too; he reads as much in your features.

“You haven’t seen them naked either,” he notes, a slight smile remaining.

The conversation continues even as it fades.

You hum with a smile of your own, stopping at last as takes three long strides and catches up with you, gazing up at him with a sweet challenge he cannot refuse. “That is true, rytier moj.”

But that is not what your body whispers, already miles ahead when only inches from him.

Touch me, it coaxes him instead.

Hold me.

Love me.

Have me.

Fill me.

Make me sing for you. Only for you.

Do as you crave; I crave the same, just as much.

Who is he to deny a lady? Who is he to deny you, especially when the wordless pleas entice him, please him, echo his own?

The slight prickle of strength reborn, one unknown to ordinary men, still heats his very core, his lips speaking on their own even as his fingers wander with purpose, over the skin of your waist, down your hip, over your belly button, to your sternum, over the swell of your breast, stepping closer to feel your hardened peaks brush against his chest, eliciting a breathy sound of his name amongst his questions.

“What of other blessed nights bathing in this lake? Equinoxes as well?”

Your hands move with purpose too; mapping the constellations of freckles and moles on his body, caressing the planes of strengthened muscle with teasing lightness. Your touch is surprisingly warm, Steve realizes distantly, his head and hands full of you; if he did not know better, if he did not know you were a witch, he would think you an entirely different magical species.   

As you nod and explain, your hand rises above water, stroking over his shoulder – the water follows seemingly effortlessly, swirling and curling around your palm; even as you speak, he shudders under the touch where your hands could not have possibly reached him, not at so many places at once; and yet, every single of these caresses are just as warm, loving and teasing as those of your own fingers.

With how you bended the water to your will, Steve would have thought you were born to do so. He would have thought he found himself a water nymph instead. His breathtaking, enchantingly playful water nymph.

“Bathing in the lake on a new moon nearing the spring equinox breeds rebirth, ridding of all old aches, body and heart,” you explain quietly, intimately, as your fingers tease along the dip along his hips, his own hands grasping your soft flesh with urgency growing. “First new moon after the autumn equinox calls upon the forest spirits, their protection, bringing the wiseness of our ancestors with their blessings.”

Steve’s head is full of you; your words, almost fairy-tale like, but spoken with reverence of a person who knows them true, whose rituals has called upon the forces of nature and has been rewarded for it, blessed by them.

His hands are full of you too and as his heart sings.

The rest of his body vibrates with need, impatient fingers slipping lower, towards your core, teasing alongside your slit. Even as he asks the only natural question, his focus is elsewhere, fingertip dipping into your welcoming heat, his lips whispering against yours, your hips eagerly meeting his touch.

“And what of winter solstice, bosorka moja? Tell me,” he coaxes, revelling in your playful touch turning into a grip on his hip instead, other hand wrapping around his own to urge him to sink his finger deeper, for another to join.

Who is he to deny you again? His bewitching water nymph, whose heat would envelop him just as welcomingly as the water of the lake and fill him with just as much exceptional powerful sensation...

Love her.

Take her.

Protect her.

Make her mine.

“It keeps your heart warm,” you sigh, mouth chasing after his, fingertips finally brushing over his hardness, curling around the length and squeezing and twisting enough for his strained muscles to melt, rushing to lift your leg to wrap around his waist, opening you up for him, your taste, your scent, your husky voice like the most tempting trap he rushes into with vigour and pride. “Keeps your love safe. On the full moon close--- oh Steve— closest to the solstice- preserving it even through the— the harshest of winters----Steven!

The steady movements of his fingers stutter at the needy pulsing grip around them, eliciting another and another, his thumb brushing over your clit, mouth slanting over yours to swallow your cries of ecstasy, cradling your head to his as your hips keep rocking into his hand. You’ll feel like heaven, like you always do, but the burst inside him at feeling your pleasure coaxed by him is almost, almost enough.

“I’ll be here,” he promises against your lips, kissing you again, tipping your head back, your body so gorgeously pliant to his greedy touch. “I will be here, with you, every quarter a year. Every month, every day, love.”

“Ľubim ťa,” you gasp and Steve makes another promise, to not meet you here, but bring you. Bring you from your shared home at last, because even by the damn equinox, he will have done you right, a ring on your finger, his everything made yours, as you deserve.

“Ľubim ťa, bosorka moja,” he whispers back, a chuckle escaping him when his eyes flutter open, offered a sight of soft sprinkles and curls of water rising above the surface and glimmering in the moonlight.

Your magic exploding outside of you as pleasure fills your veins.

Steve is certain it will never cease to amaze him; or spur him to coax something even more fascinating when chasing his own peak and yours together, even as that alone is a gift he cherishes.

Your hands slide to his shoulders for leverage as his fingers leave you empty, moving to your bottom to lift you up, sliding in almost effortlessly.    

No words are needed then. As you connect your bodies and souls alike, the water keeps dancing.

You glow behind Steve’s hooded eyes, tattoo shining as bright as your affection, beauty and goodness, a reminder that no, magic could not be further from the darkness in corporal form. In every waking moment, he would swear he has never seen, nor heard, nor felt anything more beautiful and lighter than you, even with a face and voice of a temptress you embody.

The only sin you have led him to, the only speckle of shame on his honour, is the one he will remedy soon and has nothing do with your magical nature.

No, not the Devil; a goddess in your own right.

And you have not cursed him, no. Sir Steven Rogers, tvoj rytier, entirely bewitched, feels blessed.

S.R. masterlist - contains other knight!Steve fics, independent of this universe

Complete masterlist

Terms of endearment from Slovak language: Rytier moj (My knight) Bosorka moja (Witch mine) Láska moja (Love mine) Ľubim ťa (I love you)

I hope you enjoyed, loves 💕 Please consider leaving feedback/reblog/anything if you did 🥰

May April be kind to you 🌼✨

[k-wame]

Cillian O'Sullivan & Dermot Murphy   6Degrees (3.03) · Drama, LGBTQ+ · BBC Northern Ireland

[books-and-dachshunds]

Six degrees of Separations; Romantic comedy

Six degrees of Separations; Romantic comedy #6Degrees #booklr #bookblr #bookblog #bookblogging #bookmemes

[catinasink]

giggle

A boat heading out to sea starts out at Point A, at a horizontal distance of 1433 feet from a lighthouse/the shore. From that point, the boat’s crew measures the angle of elevation to the lighthouse’s beacon-light from that point to be 15degrees∘. At some later time, the crew measures the angle of elevation from point B to be 6degrees∘. Find the distance from point A to point B. Round your answer to the nearest tenth of a foot if necessary.

am BACK

my hands feel icky icky icky :((

hi :3

i’m sorry /gen

that sucks :/

[musicislife1396]

Six Degrees of Separation - October 2021

Six Degrees of Separation – October 2021

This is a monthly meme I came across, hosted by booksaremyfavouriteandthebest. The idea is to use the book chosen as the starting point for the month to create a chain of books linked in some way. Sounds fun, so I thought I’d give it a go. This month’s book is The Lottery by Shirley Jackson. This is the first time I hear of this book, but apparently it’s a well known short story. Based on the…

[renedouble]

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