#Incase I wanna delete lol

[leonisandmurex]

15 people, 15 questions

Thankyou for tagging 💛 @foreverinthepagesofhistoryy @shvybziik @world-of-wales

1) Are you named after anyone?

My middle name's my great grandma's & it was her grandad's too

2) When was the last time you cried?

lol idk I get teary for nothing all the time atm

3) Do you have kids?

No but also yes *see pets

4) What sports do you play/have you played?

lol no no I can't

5) Do you use sarcasm?

I get in trouble! Yes!

6) What’s the first thing you notice about people?

If I feel comfortable around them, their vibe?😭 is that weird??

7) What’s your eye colour?

Green

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings

9) Any talents?

Saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, things like that :)

10) Where were you born?

In a hospital ;)

11) What are your hobbies?

Royals! ofc (is my No1 midlife crisis) but also: art, music, watching documentaries, sitcoms, period dramas, Disney+ :) & paranormal shows🤡, nature (you guys think it's dorky William gave Catherine binoculars 😂 but that's my ideal gift!😭), spending the midnight hours on astrodienst (bc astrology 🤡), collecting instruments I can't play 🤡 (bc trad folk), collecting in general, reading about social/local/Celtic/ancient (not royal🥲) history & mythology/poetry, 2 day whim obsessions on ANYTHING...& doom scrolling, i love that sm

12) Do you have any pets?

A bunny :)

13) How tall are you?

5'9 but I'm an ambulatory wheelchair & cane user, I'm not confident w/ my height when walking

14) Favorite subject in school?

Art, science

15) Dream job?

Stained glass artist

15?🫠 that's a lot (I'll count the 3 who tagged me) : @royalknightwalker @rex-and-regina @victoriademedici @philibet-fandom @royally-obsessed @midnight-reign @the-mountbatten-windsors @the-tea-always-spills @thewales-family @leonorandsofia @melthehoneyjar @is-mayo-an-instrument

[cain-speaks]

❣ 𝘾𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙃 ❣ || Wukong x Reader Oneshot

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╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ AUTHOR'S NOTE ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤╝ ➤ One day I'll decide how I wanna format shit lmao. ➤ This is a oneshot. ➤ This is romantic. ➤ Reader is gender neutral (except for one use of "maiden" in reference to you). ➤ This oneshot includes Dragonhead/Triad!Wukong, who is apart of the Triad AU belonging to @skittlescripts! ➤ This oneshot in based off @dumplingsjinson's 4th unrequited-but-not-actually-unrequited-love prompt!! I originally had it here but decided to delete it incase you'd like to go into this kinda blind lol. ➤ If this is dumb I'm sorry I haven't had a genuine crush since like 2nd grade /gen. Also romance is NOT my strongsuit despite how much I read LMAO. ➤ TRIGGER WARNINGS include profanity, denial of feelings, avoidance, lying, self-deprecation, angst, and crying. ➤ Word count: 4,300

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❝ Camo jacket, robbing corner stores; hard odds to beat when you're on all fours .❞

You didn't want this.

You didn't want this.

It started off innocently enough—a blush when you caught the Great Sage's eye, a bit of a tremble to your voice or your knees when his hand brushed yours, squealing into your pillows when he gave you gifts. Embarrassing reactions, yes, but not surprising. Afterall, whole gods have found themselves swooning for the Monkey King even if they've a snowball's chance in hell at actually gaining his affections—what chance did your mortal self stand against the demon's wicked charm? But surely your little... celebrity crush didn't mean anything significant.

Except it did.

You barely ever had crushes growing up, much less attractions so passionate you could call them love. But with Wukong, it came far too easily. You loved the way he spoke, the way he held himself, the way he managed to create a community of loyal allies despite his many enemies. But then you also loved the simple things—his real laugh, the one that made him clutch his stomach and cackle until tears were dripping from his eyes; the way his tail swayed like a dog's and curled into a heart when he was excited; the way he smelt of peaches and flowers, as if he was a whole world just for you to—

No!

No, no, no!

This is how the greatest friendships crashed and burned. An insistent crush and a hopeful heart and a two-timing brain poisoning you with sweet what-ifs and flowery dreams is all it takes for you to make one irreversible, permanent step; for you to pour your heart out only to hear we can still be friends! and watch him drift away.

Well, not you. You weren't going to risk breaking your heart nor your and Wukong's friendship over a crush, no matter how serious. So after many sleepless nights of brainstorming (and daydreaming... goddamnit, brain!), you finally devised a plan to squash your feelings for the Monkey King.

1.) Create distance physically.

You tap your fingers against your thigh anxiously, fighting the urge to scratch angry red blotches into the skin while you wait for Wukong to pick up your call. You thought this method would be easiest for enacting Step 1, hoping Wukong and Macaque wouldn't be able to pick out any lies over the phone, but with how long it's taking him to answer, maybe it'd be easier to avoid him the hard way—

"Hey, peaches!" Wukong's cheery voice greets over the line, making you huff in relief. "What's up? You're not calling to ask if you can come up, right? Because you know I've told you you can just come, riiighttt?"

Your heart swoons ridiculously, and you have to aggressively remind yourself that hanging out with Wukong is the exact opposite of what you want to achieve.

"Yessss, I remember," you force out in a nasally, cracking voice that you pray sounds convincing. "But no, that's not why I'm calling."

"Oh, peaches, are you sick?" Wukong asks worriedly, and you can feel his furrowed eyebrows through the phone.

"No," you snark, and then you force out some rough-sounding coughs, grimacing at the way your throat stings. "This happens every year. Sometime near spring I get super sick for like a month—might be the pollen or something, I dunno."

"I never noticed," Wukong replies softly. "I'm sorry, peaches. I woulda helped you before if I'd realized."

Your heart flips again and you lean away from the phone to form a silent scream before returning. "It's—cough—fine. I'm a big girl, a little springtime bug isn't going to kill me. But it is gonna keep me in my house for a few weeks."

"In that case, why don't I let Macaque handle things for a bit and come over—"

"No!" You snap out, your hand immediately smacking over your mouth at the outburst. Fuck! You think, mind racing to recover from your fumble. You let out a series of coughs as you think, then lick your lips. "S-Sorry... while it means a lot that you'd do that for me, when I get like this... it's just easier to handle it alone. I don't really have the energy to be around people or have them around me."

You cross your fingers, your opposite hand gripping your clothes in a white-knuckle grip as a few beats of silence pass. God, let him believe me so I can hang up—

"Alright, peaches," Wukong replies softly, and you have to lean back so he won't hear the relieved huff of air you let out. You're so busy rejoicing you nearly miss what he says next. "But I'm still going to drop food off to you, alright?" Seeming to sense a coming argument from you, he adds, "I'll just drop it off at your door and send you a message."

You sigh, a small smile forcing it's way on to your face despite the situation still not being as perfect as you'd hoped for. "Guess I can't stop you, sunshine."

"Nope!" Wukong laughs, popping the p. "Get well soon! Who knows what mischief I'll be up to without my angel to keep me on the path of grace?" He cooes with a subtle purr to his words. A wild blush blooms on your face, burning your ear tips as you soak in what he said.

"You're supposed to be able to do that on your own, Great Sage," you croak out, burying your flushed face in your unused hand even though the cheeky monkey isn't here to see it.

"What's the fun in that?" Wukong snickers. Then his voice softens, squeezing your heart. "But seriously, take care of yourself, peaches. If you need space, that's fine, but if you need help, ask. There's nothing you could do that would chase me away."

What he says is sweet, so sweet, and dream-like. His words make you think of a fairytale, with you a fair maiden and him a brave, persistent, dragon-slaying knight.

But life's not a fairytale, and things won't go your way just because you wish on a star.

"Will do, Wuks," you say quietly. "Bye."

"Bye, peaches."

Beep-beep.

Step 1... achieved.

2.) Create distance emotionally.

You couldn't just get rid of your crush (well, you probably could, but that'd entail some magical mumbo jumbo you're not quite desperate enough for yet), but maybe you could weaken it by limiting how much exposure you had to Wukong. Hard, considering how popular he was, but surely not impossible!

So, to start off easy, you got rid of your merch. You were able to sell most of it online, but the more stuff you got rid of, the more... upset you felt. Which made sense, sure—it was stuff you loved, of course, and if you hadn't fallen in love with one of your best friends, you'd never part with it—, but your thoughts felt... insane. You found yourself wondering if people would take care of it, if they'd love it and find the same joy in it that you did.

The idea of someone doing anything less made your skin crawl, and for a few brief moments, you considered doing full deep dives on buyers to make sure the merch was going to a good home. Then you reasoned you sounded absolutely obnoxious, like some creepy fangirl and not a close friend of Sun Wukong, and gave the rest away without any further hesitance.

Goddamn, did it sting though.

True to his word, Wukong stopped by your house once every few days with food and medicine. At first, you were worried he'd try to talk to you or ask to come in, but the only way you even knew he'd been there was when he alerted you with a message. You were grateful for it, but words couldn't describe the relief you had that he left no gifts in the bags.

If he had, that might have set you right back to square one.

Your house felt... empty without Wukong's memorabilia, but you chopped it up to your distaste for change. Obviously the nearly crippling discomfort in your own home was because of the now-barren walls (no way it was because you'd just given away dozens of priceless items...), so you bought some pretty posters of bands, artists, and games you liked and hung them on the wall. It wasn't the same, but you supposed that within time, it'd become your new normal.

You decided to ignore the way that settled on your body like gloomy fog.

Now... for the harder part.

Aside from merch, Wukong had gotten you plenty of personal items. Clothes, jewelry, perfumes, cooking utensils you'd been eyeing, plushies, that sort of thing. You knew just by looking at it that it was expensive, probably things that would land you in debt for life if you'd bought it yourself, and rare, too. Likely some one-of-a-kind stuff, knowing Wukong.

You spent three nights despairing over what to do with them. Giving them away to the masses felt disrespectful to say the least, and with the way your heart shrieked, you decided to listen. Throwing them out didn't feel much better, neither did burying them (yeah... you were thinking of everything)... but you couldn't keep them. No, no, no, it'd just encourage your stupid crush if you caved and kept anything, especially the personal stuff!

So you did the only thing you could think of: give it to your family.

It still didn't feel great either way, but at least you knew they were being cared for. And if Wukong happened to ask for any of it back, it'd be easy to retrieve.

You expect to feel relieved at having found a solution, but it only fills you with dread.

All that's left are the notes.

You keep them in a pretty box in your desk. It's a deep red covered in bright splashes of color meant to resemble fireworks, with bright iron hinges on the back so it could open and close. It's perfectly pristine without so much a speck of dust upon it, its well-cared-for appearance taunting you as you lift it out of its drawer and sit on your bed.

You know you shouldn't look at them, but it's not like it'll change anything—you already have them memorized by heart, anyway.

Dear (name), "Sunshine", huh? Can't say it reflects much of who I am as an infamous, invincible god, but I'll take it over "simian" anyday! I think I'll call you "peaches" in return. It has a nice ring, doesn't it? Sunshine and peaches. Like two peas in a pod. Anyway. I hope you like the clothes!

You laugh softly as you read the note. This had been after you mistakenly let your unspoken nickname for him slip after one of his meetings, flustering both you and the unprepared Dragonhead. Despite your furious blush and profuse apologies, Wukong had made you explain your reasoning behind the nickname (which was mostly Macaque's fault—damn him and his "sun and moon" bullshit). You were mortified, thinking you'd set your and Wukong's relationship way back, but when he started calling you peaches...

Sunshine stuck, and you two really did become peas in a pod.

You've torn through the whole box of notes by the time you realize there are tears running down your cheeks. When realization hits, you bend over and press your hands to your face, open-mouthed sobs wracking your body.

Why'd it have to be him? You could've fallen hopelessly in love with anyone, and your heart chose him?

Wukong isn't the problem. No, not at all. Next to you, the Monkey King seems wild, volatile, too much. But that's only because you're a, well, mortal, incapable of shining even half as brightly as he does. Wukong's a god, an immortal king, a being who'd felled thousands in mere moments—your best friend deserves someone who could meet him at his level, not force him into some domestic role.

Someone better than you.

The thought sends a sharp wave rocking through your chest, but with it comes some rush of desperation—you don't know if it's to fight for or against something, but it leads you to pluck one of the notes from its place on the bed,

turn it over so you can't see the words,

and fucking shred it.

That night, as you lie amongst the torn pieces of paper, you can't help but feel like a sole survivor among a ruined city.

Step 2 is done.

3.) Find somebody else.

You have to admit, Step 3 was definitely a desperate plan B if nothing else worked, and, well...

Nothing else was working.

Your "sick" month had passed, and you were now three months into cold-turkeying Wukong. You were honestly surprised the Monkey King hadn't broken into your house yet, but based on some demon conflicts you'd seen on the news, you figured he was busy.

But that wasn't the problem. What was the problem was your crush hadn't waned in the slightest! In fact, your attempts to get rid of it had only made you want to run further into Wukong's arms, where you'd be drowned in the scent of peaches and flowers and the feeling of soft fur and a strong body against yours and—

Goddamnit!

Part of you felt... tired; sick of what you perceived as dramatic and begging for a break from the heartache. It whispered to you, questioning how good Wukong was to keep around if he would cut you loose just for a crush—even saying that it'd be good for you! Save you the trouble and put you on the path of healing before it got real bad... whatever that meant.

But the other half of you fought and it fought hard. You wanted Wukong, even if it meant you could only have him as a friend. He made you feel good and you'd die before giving that up—that was why you'd started this whole mess in the first place!

Besides. You were a mortal, temporary and simple. And adaptable and well-aged as he was, Wukong was still a several-millennium old god. Rules, unspoken or otherwise, were bound to look different for various relationships, and as far as you were concerned, falling head-over-heels, squealing-into-your-pillows and feet-kicking in love with one you called your best friend was written in big red letters right under no.

So you're here at a café (far away from Wukong's headquarters, you made sure), sitting across from... your date.

They're gorgeous. With fawn-colored skin, soft brown eyes, and blonde, orange dipped wavy hair, they make you think of summer, of singing birds and beach days and ice cream in the park. And they're sweet, easily cracking jokes with you and complimenting you without overwhelming you.

But they're not Wukong, and the way you remain acutely aware of that as you share sweet treats with them destroys any hope you had of growing out of this crush.

You're trying to think of ways to let them down gently when you hear the door chime go off. A new customer isn't earth-shattering (it's a public establishment, after all), but a chorus of sharp gasps and your date's frightened stare looking past you makes you turn.

And, god, you wish you hadn't.

Wukong walks into the café calmly, his face unreadable as he scans the booths. You're fairly certain you already know why he's here, but when his eyes meet yours you just know you're fucked.

The café owner bee-lines to Wukong. "G-Great Sage!" They greet, bowing low. "What brings you here?"

Wukong doesn't break eye contact with you. "Nothing to do with you," he answers smoothly before approaching you in long strides.

You can do nothing but watch as he approaches, pinning your tongue between your teeth as you hold the intensity of his stare. Your date, seemingly noticing the tension between you two, reaches out to grasp your hand, but you gently pull away with a shake of your head.

"I'm sorry," you whisper sincerely, sliding enough money for the meal towards them just before Wukong reaches your booth.

The monkey eyes your date, unblinking. If this was any other situation (one where you hadn't avoided him for three months), you'd give him a gentle kick to the leg or something so he'd knock it off. But the situation is too tense, his presence too damning, and you're grateful for the few seconds you get from out beneath the demon's fiery gaze.

"Peaches," he finally murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. "We need to talk."

Fuck.

You get up without a word, placing your purse over your shoulder and heading towards the front door with your eyes on your feet. You can feel everyone's eyes on you—or rather, the two of you, as Wukong walks beside you until you reach the door, which he opens for you. Then he follows you out, staying just far enough behind you that he doesn't step on your heels.

Neither of you speak until you get to a bridge, void of people and surrounded by cherry blossom trees. Wukong stops beside you as you peer over the edge.

"Peaches," he says, his voice still soft. "What's going on?"

Fuck.

You immediately deflect. "How did you find me?"

You hear him suck in a breath.

"How?" You hiss out, glaring up at him.

He stares at you in silence for a moment, then turns on his phone. As he presses a button, your phone vibrates in your hand.

"You tracked my phone?" You ask, blinking owlishly.

"You weren't answering me," replies Wukong simply, pocketing his phone again.

Your face flushes in frustration. "I was out—"

"For three months?"

That makes you go silent. Your phone vibrates again, making the screen light up. You can see Wukong's name in your notifications, but you dare not look to see how many there are, lest it condemn you further.

"You know, I went to your house," Wukong carries on, his voice thickening. "All the stuff I got you is gone."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

"Yeah," you mumble, your gaze falling to the ground.

"Why? Did you not like it?"

You're torn between honesty and further denial. In the end, Wukong speaks before you can make a choice.

"You didn't throw out the notes."

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"It took—" his voice chokes out for a second. Your body tenses, your hands turning to white-knuckled fists at your sides. You don't look up. "It took a lot to put them together, surprisingly. Were really dedicated when you tore 'em up, huh?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Did you lie about being sick? Did you... were you just trying to get away from me?"

"It's not like that," you say, rushed, and you know as soon as the words leave your lips that you shouldn't have spoken.

"Then what is it like?" Wukong chokes out in a thick voice, but you still refuse to look him in the eye.

"I... needed alone time," you mumble.

"Why couldn't you say that?" Wukong replies, a bit of sharpness to his tone, and you can't help but feel like you've opened up the floodgates. "Do I make you feel so unsafe that you'll lie to get away from me?"

"Don't assume things about me," you snap hotly, your eyes flickering to his. They glow with a subtle red color, fixated on you, a testament to his growing emotion in the situation. But that's not what gets you.

It's the tears collecting in his eyes.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

"What else am I supposed to do?" He grits out. "You ignored me for three months. You didn't even text back to say if you were still sick, or if you just wanted me to stop contacting you—"

"Wukong, I—" you try, taking a step backward when the monkey flings his arms.

"And you didn't answer MK or Macaque, either!"

"Wukong—"

"You scared the shit out of me, peaches!"

"And I'm sorry for that," you bite out, managing to shut him up for a minute. You gulp, your grip on your purse tightening. "But I had... I have a problem I have to fix—"

"What is it? If you would just tell me I could help!" Wukong exclaims, reaching towards you.

"No!" You shout, twisting away from him. "You can't help, Wukong!"

"You don't know that!"

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

"I do! I do know that!"

"How?! How could—"

"BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA FIX ME LOVING YOU?"

Wukong falls silent. Still. Your hands slap over your mouth.

The two of you stand in silence for what feels like forever. The river feels deathly silent, and not even the wind blows. Finally, you remove your hands.

"I-I mean, I can fix it, don't worry," you say quickly, the words spilling from your lips like water. "T-These feelings are temporary, I promise. They're just, uh, a b-bit more stubborn than I was expecting, y-y'know? But they're nothing serious, I swear! I-I know I've been difficult these past few months, I know, I'm sorry, just, please, Wukong, don't leav—"

"They're what?" is all Wukong utters, his stare burning through you.

You startle for a second, hands dropping to your chest. "T-They're temporary," you repeat. "Not serious, I swear. Nothing has to change."

Wukong doesn't reply at first. Then:

"What if I want them to be serious?"

Your heart nearly stops in your chest at the force of your surprise. "What?" is all you can get out, staring owlishly at the demon.

"I said," he speaks slowly, stepping towards you. "What if I want them to be serious? To be permanent? What if I want you to be head over heels for me, hm?"

You shiver as he stands before you, hands ghosting over your hips.

"What if I want it all to change, peaches?"

Your heart thumps in your chest, your mind desperately trying to make sense of what he's saying.

Surely he's not... he doesn't mean...

"I don't understand," you whisper, your hands hesitantly pressing against his chest.

"Oh, peaches," he cooes softly, leaning in until his forehead rests against your's and all you can see are his eyes.

"Wu—"

"I love you, (name)."

Your breath catches in your throat, your mouth falling open in shock. Your entire body freezes, your thoughts halted as you process his words...

and then your heart soars.

"Me?" You crack out, a blush warming your skin exponentially. It's a bit overwhelming, the mix of love, surprise, and unfiltered relief. So much so that you can't stop the tears from building up in your eyes and slipping out as you stare up at him. "You love me?"

"Of course," Wukong says softly, his fingers reaching up to brush your tears away. "How couldn't I?"

A sob leaves your mouth at the question. "'C-Cause you're... I'm—"

"Simple?" Wukong ventures, frowning at your nod. He huffs, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "Peaches, you are anything but simple. You're brilliant and talented and witty and a quick-learner. You keep me guessing even now, and I've been around for a while," he soothes sweetly, a breath of laughter to his voice.

You can't help but laugh a little with him, your heart swelling at his compliments. Your hands slide up his chest and his neck, feeling the soft fur slide through your fingers, and settle on his cheeks. You mirror him then, your thumbs petting his cheek bones and brushing away the wetness in his eyes. Another wave of fresh tears overcomes you when he leans into your hands.

"You're the closest thing to perfection I've ever seen," Wukong murmurs emotionally, one of his hands retracting to engulf one of your's. "You're my girl. My peach. My qíng rén."

A sob breaks free of your lips again as you pull Wukong against you, hiding your face in his chest as you cry. The Dragonhead curls around you, as if shielding you from the outside world, which you're thankful for.

Damn. All of this to find out the great Monkey King loves you back? You're not complaining, god no! Despite your tears, your heart is doing tricks, somersaults and great leaps and cartwheels. It's just...

You definitely have some communication skills to work on, you think.

That can wait, though, you think then, your crying finally tapering out. You manage to tilt your head enough to see Wukong's face, the demon smiling down sweetly at you. Your fingers fiddle with his tie for a moment before drifting upwards and holding his face again.

"Peaches," Wukong calls softly, holding your gaze. "What're you thinking?"

You pause before answering. "I... I want to kiss you," you admit, watching the monkey's face turn a red hue similar to your's. "Can I?"

His ears wiggle, his nose twitches, and then he nods, and you can feel his tail wagging by your legs.

The time for picking on his adorable monkey mannerisms will come later, because right now all you're focused on is bringing Wukong's lips to yours and finally knowing how it feels to kiss the Great Sage.

It's done at an awkward angle since Wukong didn't let you go, the both of you straining a bit to meet each other in the middle, and you break away fast, but it's perfect to you. Maybe not how you imagined a requited crush kiss going, but it's your greatest wish come true in spite of that.

"I love you," he breathes.

Your breath catches again, your heart still flipping ecstatically. "Say it again."

Wukong grins, fangs peeking out of his smile. "I love you, qíng rén."

As you bring the Dragonhead into another kiss, you think of one thing.

Maybe fairytales do exist after all.

❝ Good men die too, so I'd rather be with you .❞

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

So to clear up some ask's I've gotten in regards to the BO ASTRO MATCH UP. I've deleted some asks as it's easier to just info dump here for people who messaged upset about the "pair ups" I gave them. I'm figuring / hoping the ones I haven't responded too are messaging playfully! But incase anyone was actually upset, I've provided some context on how chart readings can work!

Summary of below: Astro is not an exact science, birth times and locations are important, and free will and natural/ physical attraction exist. A chart does not bind you to a set life.

Please remember it's just a game! Your fav is still your fav!

Firstly, I'm not an expert! If something doesn't sit right with you that's okay!! This was purely for fun and speculation, and I thought some people would wanna join in.

Birth charts are never fully reliable on physical attraction someone may have!

You can have a "positive aspect" matched chart with someone, meet them and have no interest.

You can have "negative aspect" matched chart with someone, and want to know everything about them and feel like they're perfect for you.

Natural and physical attraction happens outside of your birth chart, you do have free will! Charts are better reviewed to learn about one's self, and to build a better understanding of who you are/were/ and may be in the future! It's not a perfect science, and should never been taken 100% as factual. As far as synastry and composite charts go, again it's not a guarantee that someone may or may not be attracted to you or vice versa! And without exact birthtimes and locations for both people, you'll never really have a full view as to what those charts may look like.

Having Exact times and locations mean you can see what houses all of your planets sit in, which changes the behavior of said planets! As well as the degree's those planets sit in and how they are aspect-ing the other planets in your chart! I myself have 4/6 of my big 6 placements in Libra and most of them fall within my first house since I'm a libra rising. With Aries being the 1st zodiac, on the zodiac wheel it means those planets sitting in the 1st house are going to be influenced by Aries. So yes I am a PROCRASTINATOR to the MAX, and I struggle with both acting impulsively when I want something for myself, and making a decision that involves other people. I am both a hot head and a people pleaser LOL

[wollfling]

Alice and the pirates be more generous with your pant leg sizes challenge

[bikkinibottom]

i think you should get 5 more piercings (nose only) just to get back at ur mom😼😼

@connabeth each stud can be a letter: “F”, “U”, “M”, “O”, “M”

SCREAM LMAO

✍🏻get✍🏻5✍🏻more✍🏻piercings✍🏻that✍🏻spell✍🏻out✍🏻”f u mom”✍🏻

thank you for this brilliant idea I’ll go do it right now 😌😈🤠

[shijas]

ngl i don’t think any arc conclusion in manga has affected me the way the sugar mountain arc ends in sbr with like johnny and gyro in the snow, after they’ve given everything up and they’ve just barely beat death and gyro asks johnny if he wants a drink and it’s snowing and they’re sitting in the snow ahhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh

[mossdeep-archive]

hh i always have to see friends of this jackass who gets off to porn of kids shows and trans fetish art just bc they're all popular bloggers and its nauseating and this is why i don't trust "popular" bloggers bc they're all friends with the same gross people no matter how many good opinions they might have

[reckzieblogs]

SAFE AND LOW CAL FOODS I LOVE

i just wanna give a usual disclaimer that i am not trying to promote eating disorders in any way shape or form and if you do not have one or are new to this app please look after yourself and delete this before it is too late because it’s a horrible existence! stay safe ily 💜

i’m very lazy and cannot cook for the life of me so if you’re the same this might help

1. M&S chunky chicken and vegetable soup

- 81 cals for half a tin

this tastes absolutely amazing like you wouldn’t even know you’re eating something so low calorie and filling, i usually have an appetite but a tin of this can keep me full all day

any low cal soup is so good as it’s liquid and fills you up while also giving you energy

2. eggs

70 cal per egg give or take depending on size

- they’re very high in protein and super filling and versatile you can do poached, boiled, scrambled, fried (with frylite of course)

3. greek yogurt

the brand i use is fage 0% and for 100g it is 54cal and about 10g of protein, this is a little sour so i always use some honey but there is a 2% version (70cal per 100g) and a 5%(90 cal per 100g) which taste great and don’t need sweetener

4. tuna!!!

i love tuna i know lots of people hate it but at 50cal for half a tin it’s a no brained. it’s super filling and if you like 15g of light mayo (about 40cal) just makes this taste so good

- try a bell pepper filled with tuna for dinner or something if you feel like making it a meal!

5. coke zero

classic ana drink but can’t go wrong, always fills me up and tastes amazing i drink so much especially on fasting days

6. porridge packs

i always get abit scared making my own oats incase my measurements are off (and i suck at cooking lol) but the just add water packs of oats are so good, you can get flavoured ones, plain ones whatever you like and it’s just add water

7. frozen grapes

another ana classic but again they’re never a miss

i have a huge sweet tooth and frozen grapes always satisfy it and it doesn’t take that many to satisfy me, also because they’re frozen you have to suck on them a while (lmao)

8. hard boiled candy

candy is a scary one and some days fruit won’t cut it so if you’re gonna have candy get hard boiled ones, because you have to suck for a long time (lmao) by the time you’re done you already have your sugar fix and you don’t have the urge to binge on them! - they aren’t a regular binge food anyway for me personally

9. squah!

not the veggie lol, for my non brits it’s a juice concentrate you dilute with water and because it’s diluted you take in a lot of liquid which fills your stomach while also having that sweet satisfaction (extra tip: dilute with soda water or diet lemonade to make it taste of soda and to fill you up more)

i didn’t wanna put stuff like apples, black coffee ect as we have seen it all before but these are just some of my personal safe foods and if anyone is struggling to find some new ones i hope this helps! stay safe lovelies 🤎

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

please read the warnings before proceeding.

tw // unsettling dreams, murder (but in the dream), stalking (also in the dream)

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i used to be friends with this person, im not anymore. his actions to me and all my friends had been... very concerning, and just speaking to him made me so uncomfortable, i had to tell him. it wasnt the only reason why i stopped being friends with him, it was also because we had nothing left in common anymore and i was trying to HINT that to him but answering dryly to his texts. this was all in march of 2021.

its rlly unsettling and makes me lowkey want to die, but i have dreams about him. really really disturbing dreams. everytime i wake up after the dream, i feel so alone and just disgusted by him all over again. sometimes i dream he's killed off a bunch of my friends in front of my eyes, with a knife and all too. or sometimes its about being stalked by him. im literally writing this with such a terrible feeling under my skin.

i dont know hwy i dream of him. i dont even think about him. all my friends hate the guy, literally nobody at uni likes him. and from the shit hes done to me, i cant help but dislike him too. u can choose not to post this, idm but its ur choice haha. i just woke up w another dream abt him, maybe third dream (w him in it) this week and god i really want to just disappear.

I generally don't talk about my dreams. For several reasons, and one of them is that some are too fucked up to repeat, in text or out loud.

I dream a lot. I'm in them about half the time, the other half I'm not. They're like movies, often highly detailed. Some are good. Some are action-packed. A lot are about zombies, post-apocalyptical, dystopias. Some are sex dreams, sometimes with people I want to have sex with (*coughBTScough*) and some with people I definitely do not wanna fuck (-_-). And some are just...

Bad.

Really bad.

So bad I find myself in the dream screaming wake up, wake up before you dream any more, I don't want to see more, please, let me out, and I wake up on the verge of wanting to crawl out of my own skin because I cannot believe I could dream such dreams and I want to unthink them, tear them out of my head, cursing my vivid imagination.

I don't know why you dream about him. I don't know why dreams are they way they are. I wish I could tell you. I'm sure some dream analysts would say shit like, "it's because you have unresolved subconscious issues you need to face" or "it's your brain processing trauma", sure, whatever, who cares what the reasons are, I'm still dreaming and having nightmares, so what?

As someone who dreams often and in great vivid detail, I often wake up not feeling well-rested. I sometimes think I subconsciously stay up for long hours to force my body to crash so I can finally have a dreamless sleep. You can imagine it's not good to over-stress your body like that. It doesn't even work, because my brain is constantly on. It doesn't give a shit (great when all you're thinking about is writing porn, less great when you're thinking about unpleasant shit, then imagine that with multiple thought processes at once and with uncomfortably fast speed, awesome* sarcastically lol).

I can't say you'll stop having these dreams about him. Your brain does whatever it wants when it's asleep. The feeling of lost control combined with the disturbing nature of these dreams leads to a feeling of helplessness. But even if you can't stop the dreams, you can impact how you feel when you wake up. Occupying your brain immediately after you wake up can help - turning on your white noise app, counting backwards from 100 out loud as fast as you can, naming every color of every object in your room - any task that is mundane but requires full concentration.

It is more difficult to remember the details of a dream if you wake up and immediately think about something else entirely. We're not trying to make anything disappear, but rather "dampen" the effect these dreams and, by extension, the effect he has on you. The more scrambled the details are, the less your mind will have to fixate on.

I mention the white noise app because, personally, when I have a dream I want to yeet from my brain wrinkles, the first thing I think about is water. I think about a waterfall, crashing torrents of powerful water tumbling down a cliff and "purging" everything, blurring the details into an indiscernible mess. I mess them up on purpose, because unlike memories you've lived through, dreams are fragile things. Like thin glass, they crack and smash easily when you take a hammer to them. then you purposefully mix it all up so it can't be put back together by your brain. It doesn't work perfectly, but it is better than thinking about it all day.

Lastly, remember they are dreams. They do not command you. They are creations out of your control, but you do not have to let them control you either. You are more than just your dreams. Your mind likes to partake in some odd after-hours activities, okay, but the waking hours are yours and you can redirect your attention. How you think about your dreams will change how you feel. It is okay to let them go.

if residual thoughts linger, look at them at a more neutral stance. You know what to do if his behavior gets out of hand irl, but if nothing has happened yet, don't work yourself in a frenzy. Fear is natural, but it does not command you. You command you.

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Also, if you want to, you can think about me entering your dreams with villain!JK's nail-baseball bat and bashing his skull in with it. Dream me can fuck him up. You better watch out random guy in anon's dreams, I may not be buff as hell irl, but in dreams I'm all powerful and I will get boxer!JK to help, do not mess with me, bitch

>:|

[shigaraki-tomura-appreciation]

I think u deleted the post but Incase u still wanna draw shiggy how about as a vampire? In any way u like to (if u want to haha) I just really like the aesthetic of vampires lol

OOOOOOOOOO that is a really good one! Thanks for the suggestion. I can FEEL the creative juices flowing

[rotten-dan]

Hey I just wanna let you know that the demiplatonic post you reblogged was posted by a person who doesn't think demisexuality is real, and i believe was making fun of it..? I just wanted to let you know incase you didnt know!

ooo! deleting right now!!

i cant check their blog, but i cant rlly expect the best from people in here lol

thank u anon

[jouwheeler]

Hey I know my input doesn't really matter but I wanted to tell you that I have been following you for a really long time. I won't lie and say I followed waiting on you to come back one day because I kind of forgot since I follow a lot of people but when you did come back it was a really pleasant surprise and I've enjoyed seeing your new take on the character, he is very in character and you put a lot of thought into him and it would be a shame to see this blog go, but it is your choice!

tbh most of my followers have been here a while since, when I took the hiatus for three years, I came back to the majority still there lol but its nice that people chose not to unfollow just incase I came back (I’ve a friend who is similar to that, I’ve had to force her to unfollow inactive blogs lmao I’m the complete opposite)

I’ve now had 4 people come forward to me telling me they used to read my rps religiously, which was cool since I knew of a few people that did back in the day and are now gone, but finding out others that are still around did was like p awesome

BUT ANYWAY, yeah I just... this isn’t me? me and this community are... different people. even in the very beginning, I started off blending in until I got used to my surroundings and didn’t like it, and that hasn’t changed

even now on my dash I’m just like “eh... ok...” (I wont go more into that)

I rped back in the day bc it became an addictive hobby when I was living in a really isolated area away from all of my friends, and met someone on here who I had a really good relationship with. in 2014 I was back with my friends and had the time of my life lol and that’s when I got bored of being on here but I always thought I’d get back to it

and I did!

but I still feel the same. I tried. but real life calls, real life friends, real life activities, real life issues. I was forcing myself to be on here, and truth be told, its not too bad to come onto at night when I’m settled in (which was pm everytime I was online), but mixed in with that tiredness I really just didn’t wanna do anything

so yeah

I won’t delete, as an ‘incase’ again. I may come back in another 3 years lmao who knows

but thanks again ^^

[chyquando]

Stir It Up

One day, God will finally let me die. As morbid as that sounds, I feel like being sarcastic... but I'm not? When I'm upset or sad, sometimes I get sarcastic.. in a nice way that makes people laugh/cry? But not in a mean way, ever. I don't enjoy mean sarcasm. I only enjoy being mean to myself. I made a gigantic journal earlier, and as I was ready to post it, the servers froze and my music shut off. Do you know how long that journal took? Did you know I enjoy music while writing? No... because I didn't post it and I'm not going to try that again. I had to restart my modem. So here I am, goodnight or good morning wherever you are. Currently listening to an ad on pandora radio. I really don't like ads because they remind me of how fake reality is. Doesn't that sound strange, but truthful? I'm going to say it again for emotional effect: "How fake reality is." The world we live in is so fake... like, look at me having a half deep conversation with myself because I'm too unsatisfied to have one with another person. I even feel a hypocritical hint of desire to complain how the reason why I'm having a conversation with myself is because there's no one out there to continue this deep/meaningless conversation with. I'm going to repeat yet another quote for emotional effect: "im having a deep meaningless conversation." Ever think those two words could be in the same sentence? Oh yes! They can! I feel like one of those conspiracy Keanu Reeves memes that start out "What if...??" Anyway, there are friends I have that I can have these conversations with... I'm just too afraid to be let down sometimes.. thinking I'll be misunderstood or attacked by positivity because friends are so sweet, they don't want you to feel sad... I guess I just need to get my sadness out before I can choose to feel better. I call that being stubborn... I'm sorry my good friends. You love me anyway and thanks! I love you too. Did you know I used to talk to my stuffed animals when I was younger? It was great. Especially because I didn't have any friends, for real. My parents didn't talk to me much either. They wanted my nose in my homework or cleaning or just... I don't know where else they'd want my nose, maybe on my face? I had a big human sized lizard stuffed animal that would sleep next to me in bed every night (noticed how I said my stuffed animal slept? That's how real my relationship was with an inanimate object). I would move around in my sleep a lot at night, so I experienced my first accidental cuddle when I found the lizard hand resting on my back as I woke up, dreaming that I cuddling with an actual person. I woke up dreaming... I do that sometimes, only now that I'm an adult, my stuffed animals have been replaced with occasional literal hallucinations. Literally hallucinating. Back to topic, I hated my childhood. I tried to kill myself when I was 9 or 10. Wanna know how? I watched this episode of one of my sisters soap operas where a character had a drug overdose. My mom used to give me ibprophen when I would fake stomach aches because of the kids at school that made fun of me every day for about.... my entire life up 'till High School. My 9 or 10 year old mind thought "if I can just get my short arms around a pill bottle, I'll be able to off myself!" I waited when finally the day came my mom left the ibprophen bottle on the microwave before she went to bed. I went to bed after downing a WHOLE BUNCH of ibprophen. I was ready to die the next morning, and I had absolutely no regrets. I didn't want to take the whole bottle, incase I woke up alive and the parents would question me why the pills were gone. I woke up alive having to go to school, and I was tragically depressed that I wasn't dead... it only ever gave me a permanent allergy to Motrin (my eyelids swell up and my throat itches and inflames). Now I use Tylenol, but I don't overdose it because I'm actually happier now. And I'm smarter than that lol A lot of my skills at becoming a good friend came from wanting a good friend. I became a really good friend to my stuffed animal, and it became a really good friend to me. I gave my lizard different names, depending on which girl I had a crush on that year. I became friends with them, but not in reality. No, I didn't make out with my stuffed animals... but I did kiss them goodnight sometimes. Now, I enjoy talking to myself when I write journals. Or really, I guess you can say I'm talking to you.. imaginary/not so imaginary audience? Mostly imaginary? Sometimes my best friend Sarah lol I love you if you're reading this. Now, Sarah. That is a real friend of mine who I do love and talk to. She saved my life. Not that I tried to commit literal suicide in older years, but I was pretty dead to life until I started making friends and initiating real crushes that I actually spoke two words to and held conversation. She is one of my first real true friends. Anyway, it's late. And I'm tired. I miss writing songs. I met this girl named Neoma. She has MS (multiple sclerosis). She inspires me. She and I were starting to write a song, but we don't hang out too often because of her chronic pain and fatigue. She's an interesting soul, she's loud and loves herself. She tries so hard every day for any little thing... and she doesn't want to die, she just wants to live. I wish I wanted to live like her. Maybe I need to learn about how to feel and live like that. I know she will be passing someday sooner than I... or maybe not, who knows? I just know, I'm so glad to know her. I get overly excited about new friends, then they go away super quickly because my energy probably scares them... but I don't think I scare her... why would I? She's been through much scarier things... and I want to be there for her. I love her, and she doesn't believe it or know it yet.. but I do. Not in a lesbian way.. but In the friend way.. the kind of way that was taught to me by Sarah. There was a little bit of lesbian action and tendency with Sarah and I hahaha but really, we were honest in feelings of raw friendship. Anyway... this feels a lot better than my first post that we will never get to see... probably because I'm avoiding the issues haha yeah. I'm an adult too. Oh, and my ex fiancé tried adding me over yet another social media. I deleted that ish so quick this time. I made a ton of progress. I left it there for like two or three days... then was like... "meh." Delete request. This title of the post is from the current song playing on Pandora. No correlation to the post. Oh, and it's by Bob Marley. Enjoy the chill. Moral of this chapter of my journal: Sometimes, you need to be your own best friend. I know what you're thinking.... "where the hell did that come from?"

[bottom-bradley]

What do you think about this?twitter(.)com/TheVampsToSpain/status/899318952928653312

What if Tradley are already engaged/married nd its being kept a secret. They’ve known each other for 6 years now. Maybe Anastasia is ovlivious to it too.

When will Tradley? twitter(.)com/TheVampsCon/status/899978529399504896

I remember Tris proposed to Brad (like got down on one knee) after they’d done an acoustic performance of All Night at the Power 96.5 radio station in Springfield as part of their American radio tour.

I wish Tris would give Brad an answer instagram(.)com/p/BYJNLW_BuET/

Tris always kisses Brad every chance he has. People who say Tradley is not real need to go to the opticians. He likes nibbling/engulfing Brads ear lol. I think he did that on a livestream once and the next day, Brad developed a ear infection lol

Joe is lucky he got to see Tradley kiss instagram(.)com/p/BDz4eVyS5iw/

Maybe Tris likes Ana cos she likes horses and looks after Dobby? The thing is though she has photoshoots with them. I mean what if they don’t want to be clicked? Brad is a animal lover… Tris should love him. Instead hes growing his hair and lying that “Tradley is going strong and is romantic as ever”.

Do you think the Tradley ship has sailed away/expired? I feel like they are deprieving fans from backstage Tradley moments. I hope Tris and Brad are still friends though. I can’t remember the last genuine interaction they had tbh and it makes me sad. I don’t blame Brad for giving Tris a cold shoulder if it ever comes to that (but I doubt hes capable of thinking negative). I just wish I could turn the clock back to when Anastasia was poorly competing with Brad for Tristans love.

Theres this popular Bradley update account who wrote on her ig story “Why do people think Brad is gay cos he doesnt have a gf. Its 2017 lol”. I dunno about you but I sensed read it as if she thinks being gay is bad. You never know he may be asexual and theres nothing wrong with that too. Maybe hes just waiting for Tris to rip up his “contract” with Anastasia.

The Vamps did a livestream yesterday on Universal Music Canadas fb page and when they got asked what their fav song lyric they’d ever written was, Tradley in sync said “If my heart was paper, I’d fold it Throw it to the wind and just hope it Ends up with you”.

In recent interviews Jonnor sit in the middle together and Tradley at opposite ends :(

Tris looks so triggered and even stomps his feet after Brad explains what the meaning behind MOTN is lol instagram(.)com/p/BYX7HtvnWkC/

I feel like the interviewer should get fired. I cringed so hard not at their responses but the interviewer. Here is a seasoned band who just hit number one with their 3rd album and all he can think about is sexting. Atleast Tris came to Brads rescue… no one takes Brad away from Tris even in hypothetical situations lol. Poor Condor… I just wanna give him a hug. Tris has said that Brads a big boy two times now in interviews lol youtu(.)be/cg_QA5EKwKA

Incase the video gets deleted. Do tell me ur views lol twitter(.)com/ITL0GNIBRADLEY/status/902502113678209024

This made me smile so much. I guess Tradley is alive afterall twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/902818890236952581 Brad recorded a fan shoutout video in it yesterday twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/902819349832007680

I was watching the “Stolen Moments” video today and Brad literally sings the entire song looking at Tristan whilst walking.. esp when he sings “I hate you watch you goo”

I often wonder what Brad does in his spare time when hes not on tour. James has Kirstie, Connor has Luisa and Tris is Anastasias personal photographer. I think Brad should crash in at Tristans appartment for a week and sleep in the bed Ana and Tris “sleep in”. The thing is Tradley is still alive…. the management don’t show us them together as much. James caputured the most “Tradliest moments” and he does them spontaneously so you know its genuine.

According to yesterdays livestream Brad told us Tris likes the color “neon orange” xD

“Staying Up” seems to be the sister song to All Night. Although Brad never wrote this particular song… it follows the same generic themes. The line that stands out to me: “waiting for the moment when we can touch”.

Anastasia posted a ig story today where she tried to be clever and take a picture of her morning coffee but she captured the photo so that she could show off a frame of old pics of her and tris (the fetus staged ones). The frame (which had the pics inside of them) was kept on the floor. They’ve been living in their new place for atleast 6 months now and she has not even hung it up on the wall… and we are to believe “Tranastasia” (sounds like a dinosaur) is real LOL

Blessing ur feed with an iconic Tradley moment twitter(.)com/tradleybliss/status/677297147562323969

Brad said yesterday to a fan that Tradley is real and smiled so much afterwards twitter(.)com/kissingpml/status/904016032729354240

TRADLEY IS REAL. JUST LOOK THIS IS FROM TODAY. TRISTANS SMILE SAYS IT ALL! twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/904699969587818496/video/1

Brad: “the beautiful boy on the drum kit is tristan evans” I DIED

Is this the start of tradley shower sex twitter(.)com/TheVampsTristan/status/905308577027543041

Just leaving this here twitter(.)com/quotestradley/status/905126859574267905

James is blessing us with BTS Tradley moments two days in a row. Hes Tradley af like us twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/905369554351738880

Is Tris choking her? He seems to be unaware that shes taking a pic of him. She tries so hard to legitamize their “relationship” twitter(.)com/DoseOfTradley/status/906074592757899264

[tabimatsu-game]

hey i dont know if it matters? but in /post/156073403897/ from what i can tell op supports in//ces//t (specifically ic//hi//ka//ra based on the icon) so i suppose a heads up for ppl like myself who are made extremely uncomfortable by in//ces//t and incase any mods are also made uncomfy by in//ces//t i guess,,,, jus kina warning cos i hovered over their url and ended up wanting death cos of their icon hah :'^0 (sorry for ship talk if u wanna steer clear of that???? idk sorry lol)

we simply reblog screenshots and fanart. if the post itself contained b/l/m/a/t/s/u then that would be understandable, and we’d have it deleted. the blog just happens to contain shipping material and that’s out of our hands. i’m sorry that happened. we’ll try to be more careful in the future, but we reblog based on what the post contains, not what the OP supports –mod oso