#This is so messy sorry lmaoooo like I said it was on the spot for a disc convo but thought it was fire enough the post tbh

[gracebethartacc]

say it with me everyone: Heart is not A Baby, Mind is not a Jackass, and Soul is not Crazy. (or alternatively Cool/Laid back 24/7)

They have layers like onions or however the quote goes idk

[sunkisseddaffodils]

Hello lovely! I was wondering if I could request and f!reader x sherlock where the reader is very emotionally in depth (to the point where if someone is sad she feels it intensely) and since she is close friends with John and Sherlock due to Mrs. Hudson enlisting her to help clean up after them, she is very aware both John and Sherlock's emotional triggers and cues.

One day, Sherlock ends up having a break down and since the two are close she tries to help but his anger proves to be too much which in turn, flares up the readers anger and she rips him a new one. Maybe she ends up calling Sherlock out on how he tries to distance himself because he doesn't want to get hurt but it makes him a fool.

And he is shook lmaoooo- possibly really fluffy ending where she tries to storm out and Sherlock ends up pleading for her not to leave and they cuddle :) or a really angsty one? 👀

Feel free to ignore but if you don't, thank you for taking my request ♡

Pairing: Sherlock x female reader

Summary: Y/N is finishing her shift at 221b when Sherlock comes back and has a break down.

Genre: angst, kind of fluffy, reader insert

Song to listen to: say it all by liam payne

A/N: thanks so much for requesting this, momo peaches! I hope you enjoy it!

-

Empathy

An obnoxious ringtone playing from her phone, let Y/N know that it was the end of her shift. She set her cloth down, stopping her current task of cleaning the kitchen counters. She sighed, pouting. She was hoping that she would get to see Sherlock tonight. She had come to love their little chats together since she had started working as the housekeeper. She could tell that he was more open in confiding with her than with others. She felt they had grown close. Six months ago she had received a phone call from Mrs Hudson who offered her a job cleaning up after her tenant, Sherlock. She had cleaned many houses and flats before but never in all her time working as a housekeeper had she seen a flat so messy before. Many times she had a nasty shock when she looked in the fridge to find one of Sherlock’s latest experiments. But she didn’t mind so long as she could see him.

She wondered how he survived, seeing as from the state of his fridge it seemed that he didn’t eat at all. Whenever she saw him, she could feel his hunger as if it were her own. But when he was talking about cases she could also feel his intense happiness and glee that overpowered that hunger. It wasn’t long before she started making him meals, offering them to him if he was around when she was working or if not, she left them on the side table by his chair. She was pleased to see the next day, an empty plate.

The alarm continued to ring, bringing her out of her thoughts. Trying to find her phone amidst the crap on the dining table was going to be difficult. She had been specifically instructed by Sherlock to leave the dining table alone when she was cleaning. As she was rummaging, she heard a car door close outside. She glanced towards the window and saw Sherlock jumping out of a cab. And he was not happy. She could just tell from the way he crossed his arms, his tightly set frown and the way he rolled his eyes at the cabbie as he drove off. And the fact that he slammed the door on his way in. His sadness and anger pretty much overwhelmed her. She had to do something about it. Even if it was little. She hadn’t had time to make him any food this evening as the flat was in a dire state than usual. It didn’t matter if she worked a bit overtime. She set out, grabbing ingredients from the kitchen cupboards and fridge. She was able to tell what meals he liked the most by seeing how much he left on the plate and if he ate it all. She had determined over months that his favourite meal was chicken pie.

Sherlock entered the flat, slamming the door once again and slumped onto the couch, lied down and faced the wall. Trying to be cheerful, Y/N called out:

‘Hello! How was your day?’’

Sherlock ignored her, tutting.

Well, she had tried. For now, she would focus on making the pie but that was hard when Sherlock’s frustration was practically seeping from him. When she had finished, she sped over to Sherlock and put his food down on the coffee table in front of him. He remained facing the other way, once again disregarding her presence entirely. She tried once more, to see if she could get him to talk to her about whatever it was that was bothering him.

‘Bad day? Well, that’s nothing a nice home-cooked meal can’t fix, she said, smiling.

Once again, he said nothing.

‘Sherlock? I know I’m just the housekeeper but you do know you can talk to me about anything. You know what they say, a problem shared is a problem halved.’

Grudgingly, Sherlock sat up and turned and faced her.

‘Oh, are you? I would have thought you were a therapist with the amount of questions you’re asking. Stick to what you know, Y/N. You’re not my therapist, you’re not my friend. You’re just a person who cleans my flat. Now leave me alone.’’

Y/N froze on the spot, his words cutting through her like a knife. He watched her, wondering why she was still here.

‘Y/N I said get out.’

He returned to lying down on the couch.

Y/N snapped. She couldn’t hold in what she was feeling anymore.

‘You know what? FUCK YOU. How dare you treat me like that! I care about you, Sherlock. And you just trod on me like I was garbage. I’m much more than just the ‘person who cleans your flat’. I do so much beyond my job remit. I cook your meals, I do your shopping and I make sure you have someone to talk to so that you’re not stuck on your own in this flat consumed by your thoughts. It’s a damn miracle you’ve survived this long without me.’

Sherlock sat up, his jaw was agape. He had never heard Y/N this cross before...

‘And do I ask for anything in return? Nope. I pay for your shopping out of my own wages. I work so many more hours than I’m employed. I don’t even ask for a ‘thank you’. I’m just relieved to see you well and happy. I thought that we had become friends, but apparently not...'

Y/N didn’t mean to, but she started crying, tears streaming down her face.

‘Time and time again you do this. You push people away who try to help you. And maybe I should just let you. I’m so bloody sick and tired of it all. I try to help people who don’t want it. And why do I have to be the way I am. I can’t go anywhere without feeling other people’s emotions. It’s like I can’t have any emotions or time for myself. Everything is just too much. I feel like a weight pulling me down further and further down a hole and soon there will be no hope of me climbing out of it.

Y/N finally stopped her rant. And at the end of it, she looked so exhausted and run-down. Sherlock may have trouble recognising people’s emotions, but Y/N’s were clear. As soon as she had finished, she regretted what she had said. She couldn't speak to an employer that way! She just hoped that she wasn't going to get fired.

She wiped tears off her face and made her way over to the table, desperately searching for her phone that was still missing from an hour ago. All the while, purposefully not looking Sherlock’s way. She couldn’t bear to see his reaction. She became even more frustrated when she still couldn’t find it amongst the piles of papers, books and rubbish. She muttered, irritated:

‘Oh my god! Has my phone been swallowed by the void or something cause where the fuck is it?!’

She felt someone take hold of her wrist.

‘Sorry, Sherlock, I’ll be going as soon as I find my phone.’

His hand remained around her wrist.

‘Y/N look at me.’

‘I can’t. I’m so embarrassed.’

Sherlock pulled her to face him. Before she could say anything, he pulled her into a massive embrace. He simply whispered in her ear.

‘I’m sorry for being a massive twat. Of course, you’re more than my housekeeper. You’re my friend.’

Y/N melted into his arms, the weight of her worry and anxiety slowly lifting off her shoulders.

‘You’re not firing me, are you?’

Sherlock chuckled.

‘No, I’m not. Like you said I couldn’t survive without you!’

Y/N was so relieved, she had needed that hug a lot.

-

[zukofenty]

FWU

➜ Summary: The one where Katara (is sure) she's in love with the campus drug dealer. 

“Sokka, I swear! He’s not a drug dealer...he’s just an unlicensed pharmacist!” 

➜ Genre: Modern!AU, humor, DrugDealer!Zuko

➜ Words: 2.5k 

➜ Warnings: I will fight Katara for DrugDealer!Zuko 😩

AO3 

“We got the goods!” Katara squeals, throwing down flour, sugar, chocolate chips, and a sack of marijuana. 

Suki picks it up, sniffing the plastic bag. “This shit is loud and clear.” Her smile is dangerously devious. “Thanks, Zuko! This is going to be the best 4/20 ever!” Suki immediately begins to grab the proffered ingredients, shuffling them to the kitchen. She’s already taking some of the buds and putting them on a tray to prep in the oven. “Who knew fingering a drug dealer’s asshole would come in handy?” 

  Zuko immediately turns beet red. “Why do you keep telling people that happened?” Katara slaps Suki upside the head. 

  “Because I like seeing the two of you squirm, sue me!” Suki admits, shrugging her shoulders and dodging Toph’s slap to her ass. 

  Katara collapses on her futon, positively spent after spending the day helping Zuko drop off sacks for his clients, while buying all the ingredients they needed for baking edibles to celebrate the holiday.

  // 

  “Zuko, what the fuck are you doing!” Katara screams, almost losing grip of the wheel. 

  “How about you make sure your fucking Prius doesn’t eat shit?” Zuko screeches, coming back to his seat after sticking his entire body out the hybrid car. 

  Katara smacks her forehead. The pain where she hit is almost as bad as the frustration she feels. “This is the exact fucking reason I never get Chipotle with you!” She sees the car that was formerly beside her pulled over at the side of the freeway, the driver clearly angry with how hard he was pounding the pavement with his fist. His entire body is covered in Zuko’s half chicken half barbacoa burrito bowl. 

  “I’m not going to lie, that was impressive. The NFL’s vag must be positively pulsating,” Katara deadpans, rubbing at her temples to relieve the pressure from forming. Sokka always said her road rage was the worst he’s ever seen, but alas her shouting and occasionally flipping people off could never compare to Zuko’s hotheadedness. Her gut feeling about grabbing an extra bowl paid off, much to her dismay. This was not a rare occurrence. “How did you manage to throw your entire bowl through the crack of his window?” 

  “Well, the NFL can go eat a dick!” Zuko says, wiping his hands on a Chipotle napkin before taking a sip from his water cup filled to the brim with their lemonade. “And the shit dick had it coming.” He did, Zuko swears. It’s completely his fault for not only playing Michael Buble as loud as his Honda Accord was capable of, but also refusing to use his turn signal, and then screaming “fuck you, pussy hoe!” when Katara honked at him. That bitch. 

  “Right. Anyways, I’m recalling a conversation we had I think...yes! Two days ago. You’re still thinking about going to therapy, right? You’re moving on from your designated therapy toad?” 

  Zuko fully turns to face Katara. He accidentally bumps his head on the roof, and proceeds to smack it. “First of all, what makes you say that? Second of all, you know Frank has a name!” 

  “Not your anger issues, of course.” She doesn’t miss his eye roll. “Also, when you gave me your phone so I could text your uncle that you were going to pick him up, I went through your Youtube search history. Because I care. You deserve better than boxed hair dye tutorials, Zuko. I know you can do better.” At the red light, she grabs Zuko’s shoulder in an almost caring manner. He slaps her tiny hand away. 

  //

  Zuko was certain he was spending this 4/20 positively baked , so while he waited for everyone to wash their hands so they could whip up his favorite Vegan Chocolate Chip Cookies edibles (with a gooey marshmallow middle), he took out his grinder from his hoodie’s pocket. 

  He grabs at the Sailor Moon bong he bought Katara for the one month anniversary of the time she saved him from being beaten to death by a group of frat brothers. She didn’t nearly like using marijuana as much her friends did, insisting on her maintaining her brain and lung health. She’d never admit to enjoying the cannabliss that came with huffing and puffing out some Mary Jane, but Zuko knows her sleepy smile after taking a hit lets her sleep just the slightest bit better. 

  Especially now that she’s working nonstop to pay off her tuition this semester. While Sokka was efficiently loaded, his record label was going through a rough patch after a scandal with one of their artists. Apparently, having viral toe sucking videos reflected badly on you as a person, and a number of investors pulled out after the news broke. Sokka was dipping into emergency savings, about to sell the Bugatti, but Katara insisted on taking on a few part time jobs. It breaks Zuko’s heart when he’s the first one to come home to her apartment, even after doing his runs for the night. She’s always blearly, insisting on taking a “quick nap” before she takes off her makeup. He likes feeling useful, when she instantly falls asleep and he’s the one using Micellar Water and a cotton pad to rub off her stubborn mascara of the day. 

  “I will literally curb stomp the Dean for you,” Zuko tells her, the fire behind his words that makes Katara doubt it was a passing joke. 

  “Zuko. No.” 

  He remembers being woken up in the middle of the night, Katara whispering into her phone. He invested in the Sailor Moon pipe after he found out she could only sleep a few hours, before being woken up abruptly from the stress weighing on her mind (her dark circles betrayed her).  “I started seeing someone,” Katara mutters, checking over her shoulder to see if Zuko was still sound asleep. She started wincing at the palpable silence that followed. 

  “As in dating or hallucinations?” Sokka questions, much too loud for her taste. 

  She sighs. “Don’t get like this! He’s a good guy, I promise. His name’s Zuko.” She hears shuffling on the other side of the line, after the prominent thunk of the phone dropping. “Why does that name sound so familiar? And so colonizer-like…” His voice is filled with suspicion, and she could almost see the cogs in his brain whirring to life. Before she could utter another word, her brother abruptly yelps. “Isn’t he the drug dealer who got beat up on campus?” 

  Katara sucks in a breath. “How do you know about that?” 

  “I read the Campus Crime Alert emails the school sends out, idiot! For such an expensive school, you would think they would have better security and less laptop snatchings. By the way, we need to buy you a laptop lock. You still have that self defense knife I sent you?” Sokka angrily whispers in the phone, mocking Katara’s quiet tone. 

  “Yes, dad !” She hears his irate protests as she flips her body to face Zuko. He looks a few years younger when he sleeps, breathing even and face forgetting the patented scowl. His bare chest and sweatpants hanging low on his hips were enticing. His hair was almost perfectly positioned, the strands messy and unruly but just screamed Zuko . The dangly cross earring doing too much to her heart. Down girl, down! Katara tells her pussy. “Sokka, I swear! He’s not a drug dealer...he’s just an unlicensed pharmacist!” 

  “I have the email right here! Right here! And tell me what about ‘student being violently attacked due to drug related incidents ’ doesn’t scream drug dealer getting beat up for drug dealing !” Katara bites down on her tongue, whether to hold back a laugh or scream she wasn’t completely sure. 

  Suki takes a hit from her Hello Kitty dab pen, a white, bedazzled one that Zuko had gotten her. Toph and Katara also had matching Hello Kitty dab pens, in green and blue respectively. She thinks Zuko has one in red, too. She added a second layer of soy lecithin to the weed infused mixture, before popping it in the oven again for another 30 mins. 

  In the meantime, Katara was preparing the ingredients for the cookies. Zuko’s laying on the ground, narrowly missing the futon, eyes glazed over. He hasn’t moved in the past twenty minutes. “Katara, that isn’t the hand mixer, that’s your vibrator .” Suko gently chastises, moving the device from her lax hands. Katara always complained her hands were numb when she was high, and once dropped a mug from their balcony after they packed a bowl together for the first time. Suki is still bitter. It was her favorite Gudetama mug. 

  After freezing the mixture for two hours, Suki, Toph, and Zuko were hard at work, mixing ingredients, and preparing to get fucked up. A few people have stopped by the apartment to exchange plastic bags for cash. 

  “Are you turning Katara’s apartment into a dispensary? ” Toph is absolutely incredulous. 

  “That’s a loaded question with an answer very much open to interpretation…” Zuko ducks the house slipper Toph propels to his face.  

  Katara has a dumb smile on her face, wide and threatening to split her head open. She’s an avid texter when she’s baked.  

 **

Katara: What are you doing right now? Come over! Zuko’s got apology weed for you <3

  Jet: I’m at McDonald’s!! Kinda of high lol 

  Katara: Ooo you got the munchies? 

  Jet: Nah 

  Katara: how come? 

  Jet: I smoke meth lmaoooo

**

  “Who are you texting?” Zuko asks, plopping next to her spot on the floor. She’s sprawled out, hair every which way and tangling into already unruly knots he’s going to have to detangle in the morning for her. Because Katara’s a lightweight, and suffers from weed hangovers regularly. Zuko’s already recovered from his many hits at the Moon Stick pipe. 

  “Did you know Jet smokes meth?” 

  Zuko rolls his eyes, curling up and trapping Katara with his outstretched embrace. “I really thought he would like my I’m sorry weed.” 

  “Me too.” He kisses the pout off of her.  

  Katara steadily crawls up (Zuko doesn’t miss her sleep shorts riding up) and tries her best to help Toph mix the marshmallow and Cinnamon Toast crunch mixture being heated up in their big pot they stole from Katara’s neighbor. 

  When Katara grabs the hand mixer to try assisting the cookie batter, Zuko knew he had to intervene lest something explodes. She smiles when he surrounds her with his body, the warm weight of his chest against her back and his hand wrapping around hers on the mixing device. 

  He loves her, he’s sure. Even while they roll the cookies together she tries to be funny (when she clearly knows she isn’t) and throws the dough at him, and it lands in his hair. He’s sure she peed herself with how hard she was laughing and scrambling to find the bathroom when her eyes could barely open. 

  Zuko shuts down his phone when the sweet scent of the pastries flood his nostrils. Even if 4/20 is like his version of Christmas, he’s determined to spend it with his girl. “I think my pussy just gave out. That shit looks dank ,” Katara squeals, shaking Toph by the shoulders to emphasize her point. 

  “Thanks for the visual,” Toph says, looking devious and wholly prepared to get stoned. 

  //

  “I could beat his ass if I needed to,” Katara loudly whispers in Suki’s ear. At this point, they were all laying down on the floor, the familiar tingle of an impending high at the forefront of their minds. 

  “Katara, you’re staring at a poster of 11 year old Frankie Muniz.” Suki shakes the girl off her. “Why do you always say that about any guy you see, sober or not?” 

  Zuko’s the most sober of them all, but based on the fact he killed a few joints on his own, he thinks he’s about to die. Toph’s on the balcony, weary of the smoke detector. She comes back in after repeatedly coughing, pounding at her chest to lessen the pain. She promptly lays on the floor with the rest of them, stupidly smiling. 

  Zuko sits, leaning on the futon for support. He pulls Katara into his lap, and she’s pliant, immediately melting in his hold. Hands coming out to wrap around his neck. “Check your school portal,” he says into her ear. She laughs at the sensation. 

  “Why?” She’s breathless, when he rubs comforting circles into her back. Zuko finds her phone, thrown carelessly on the futon, before gingerly handing it to her. After she types in the login information, she gasps, the sound reverberating through the room. Zuko blushes, and rubs the back of his neck gingerly. 

  “Happy 4/20, baby,” he presses a sweet kiss to her hair, wiping away the pricks of tears appearing at her eyes. 

  “ You’re lying !” She couldn’t believe her eyes, and thinks she’s a little dizzy from how many times she zooms in and out of the tuition financial statement. “You’re fucking lying!” The bill, formerly with a nauseating number of zeros was now only $0.00. “How?” she splutters, even spitting in her haste. 

  “Toph knew your portal login, so I just kind of...paid it off?” He’s doing the thing where he’s rubbing at his neck and looking shy, and so so positively adorable . The sheepish look he gives her makes it known that she was screwed . So absolutely in love. “I want you to not worry about it. Save the money from your job for something else.” The kiss she slams against his lips nearly knocks his breath away. 

  //

  “So what’s your plan, after paying all this off?” Zuko remembered Toph asking, after she entered Katara's password. 

  “After this, she’s catching all this ball juice. Going to suck her eggs out her ovaries like it’s boba. I’ll even use the straw and everything,” Zuko says, entering the pin of his debit card. 

  “You know what. She should have let you die that night.” 

  //

  “Who knew there would be perks to dating a drug dealer?” Toph teases.  “Girls be so single and then boom ! Baby shower pictures with some drug dealer in a Burberry shirt and Nike Air Maxes.”

  Suki groans. “Toph, I swear. You are a hindrance to society.” 

  “Well, you’re a cunt!” 

  She shoves the smaller girl. She gets up to face Katara, still staring at her phone in shock. Her hair is a bird’s nest after growing two sizes two large and painfully matted.  “You know, we thought we were bad friends for letting you date a drug dealer with mommy and daddy issues. We just sat there and prayed that our ‘we’re so happy for you guys!’ was convincing. But, I kind of like him.” 

  “Thanks for the support,” Zuko grumbles. 

  “Anytime!” The two say, perfectly synchronized.

  “Like MJ doctor, they killing me,” Zuko sighs, dropping his head in the crook of her neck, defeated. Katara’s heart nearly bursts because he’s so cute . A big bad drug dealer, but she still was squeezing at his cheeks like they were mochi, and he was dumbly smiling back. 

  “Why do you always quote Nicki Minaj lyrics when you’re high?” She thinks she can’t feel her face, the excessive smiling numbing her features. 

  He’s bombed, stomach growling from getting the munchies and devouring an entire box of Suki’s Wheat Thins cereal and he thinks he feels his heart about to explode. Whether it’s Katara’s sweet, sweet smile, or her body pressing to his, he’s not sure. She’s soft and perfect and everything he could have asked for. He’s sure he’s in love, the type of love that was dangerous and stupid and promised to consume him whole. Yet, he’s all but offered his heart on a silver platter to Katara. Her presence in his life was a constant he was willing to fight to keep. 

  “I love you,” he mumbles against her lips.

  “I know.” She stares into his eyes, before grabbing his hand. “I love you more.” 

  “Impossible.” 

  She pokes his chest in protest. 

  “Say it again, please?” Zuko begs, voice whiny. Her kiss was an adequate confirmation of the sentiment.  

[astrojoy]

Sorry for the late response! I fell asleep finally aisbqidhwkdh8w

Also girl I legit got up after reading the a small bit and said "this is scary" "there ain't no way"

Normally I'm not taken back by surprise looking at readings.

This surprised me

This is gonna be a well written out response as to how this is accurate. Because this deserves it and it's crazy how you interpreted that. I won't be coloring the following text so that it's easier to see 😂

#1

I am worried and frustrated often nowadays. I've been worrying about random scenarios that come to mind. Im worried for the people around me. I'm trying to learn how to not worry, I don't see them worrying so why am I suffering? Ya know?? Recently been bothered by the fact school is gonna be coming up, what moving to the house my mom's gonna rent is gonna be like, will I be ready this year? etc. Just a lot in my mind and not enough time

#2

This one surprised me the most. So fairies. I've been seeing a lot of fairy symbolism recently. A LOT in the past few days. About a month ago I kept seeing the name "Vanessa" over and over randomly. I looked up the meaning and it means "butterfly". Ok, not too weird right? Probably my guides telling me change is coming. Started seeing the number 13 everywhere. The death card. Change. Ok ok, my spirit guides are pushing the info a little harder, but whatever. (I'm still seeing 13 atm lmao). Then take it back to only a week ago. The name "Ella" started appearing everywhere. I didn't look up the meaning first thing and kinda let it go. All of a sudden one by one, I kept getting fairy symbolism. Random photos would show up on pinterest of fairies (which I never looked up before), random pictures would show up on people's profiles of fairies on tumblr once they followed me and I got the notification. Some people's tumblr names would show up with the word "pixie" in it or "fairy" as well. I ran into a LOT of pictures of people with butterfly wings. Or actual fairy art. I didn't know why. I asked my guides but I never did a tarot reading on it. When I did tarot reading for my PAC piles that I'm working on. I always seemed to glance at the butterfly card as I shuffled. Strangely enough during all of this I keep seeing repeating numbers that are random. One day I decided to go to my living room and a beautiful sweet smell/scent hit me. I'm not at all sure what it was, we don't have perfume like that, we don't usually spray anything like that, it was very strange. And the funny thing was it was only on one particular spot, because once I moved forward to the other side of the living room, no smell. Walked back, got a small wiff of it and suddenly it faded away even as I left and came back. Back to the name ella, I finally decided to look it up. The name means "light" well let's put Vanessa and ella together, "butterfly" "light". Now if that doesn't sound like a fairy to you then I'm I'm not sure what does lmaoooo. I've also noticed represented by the fool card often? Quite interesting that you had it come out? And what you said about fairy ancestry? Quite frankly interesting. I took all of these signs as if I had transformed or something because a person with wings, well, they had to sprout them, like a cacoon had been waiting. So I took it as that but you got into better detail with it! Thank you!

Also that's true!

I have some mediumship psychic gifts. I feel spirits when they touch me physically and also hear them through my ears when I meditate, sometimes I'll get visions but the visions are much rarer (still working on it) I also astral project at times and will see ghosts. One time I accidentally ran into my guardian angel too. I don't think I was supposed to but it was by accident and we both startled each other (it was silly but I laughed about it when I got up and I'm sure he did too 😂) they normally look very interesting, they morph their face so that you don't see a face, their hair is a bit morphed and messy, and as stereotypical as it may sound, I've heard from others experiences and also from what I've seen, they wear white clothes. Mine had a white long shirt and long loose white pants that looked cloth. I saw him in a dream before because he matched the description. I don't see wings however. But I guess wings are just symbolism so it isn't surprising. Back on track, I've recently been kinda fearful to astral project? Maybe that's why your fear card came out. The process of astral projecting can be really creepy at times, when your body leaves and you can feel spirits sometimes grab your arm or hand, then your ears tune in finally with a loud radio sound and you start hearing them around you and walking around, sometimes mbling under their breath or talking to eachother. So I've been having a hard time bringing myself up to do it again. 😫

#3

Also on the ego thing. I don't really suffer from it when I'm doing PAC or messages from my guides and etc. Actually I tell my guides all the time that "thank you, I'm just a messenger, you guys are doing the real work behind the scenes, thank you so much" However I do have ego issues in reality. A life lesson I face is self worth. I'm very insecure about myself irl. I tend to mask my insecurities with looking like I'm stable, keeping up my appearance and acting as if everything fine because I don't want to show people my more vulnerable self, as I've done it before and nothing good has come from it. I will work on it though, I'm glad you said that.

You legit brought me clarity. Thank you and I really can't wish you enough. You are super talented oml, idk how you even picked this stuff up but I thank you and your spirit guides for the help!

ACCURATE

@taystarotoverload

Hello 😳

I ran into your ask game and was wondering if I could join? 🥺

Emojis - 🌈

Pronouns - She/her

I hope you have a nice day or night, also have fun with it ^ grab a snack and drink and stay healthy love! 🥳 have a beautiful time and good luck with all of them! I also have to finish doing a PAC reading so I feel ya rn 😂

hii!!! i’m currently eating since i stayed up for so long LOL

anyways ty for the ask !! <3

the fool - five of wands - the hanged man rev.

i see you as someone who may have a lot on their plate? may work a lot, think a lot, act on thoughts a lot. i see that you might be a bit frustrated recently , and it’s causing lots of delays in work. maybe disagreements, indecision, etc. do what feels right. you are the one who chooses your journey - act on the right thoughts and the right feelings. something gives you a bad feeling? dont do it. something feels right but your not sure? speak to your intuition.

Fairies

keyword; spirit realm

this card represents the realm of fairies and the fairy within you. if this card comes to you, it reveals an inborn ability to tap into spirits of the mystical realm. you may find that you are enhanced with an otherworldly, magical, fair like quality. you may come from a long line of fairy ancestors, carrying the bloodline of these ancients. others may notice something just a bit different about you. the word eccentric might come to the minds of someone who are acquainted with you. but do you care? No! and that is how it should be! you may see, hear and knowing things others do not. administering healing energy may be your talent! there is a special twinkle in your eye… these are the eyes that can see fairies, and communicate with all the elementals. you work with the heavenly as well as the earthly spirits. you are a gifted person…intuitive and capable of easily channeling the energies of the universe. remember to always use this power for the highest good. always ask that you he guided in its use and that no one comes to harm through your ministering. remember to keep your ego out of your spiritual work, for therein lies your downfall. five credit where credit is due…spirit does the work.

courage

no one is fearless. no one. but even though i’m not fearless, i am courageous. when fear shows up, i don’t run away from it. i use my courage to conquer it. my courage allows me to walk right up to that fear and kick it in the nuts - then quickly hide behind someone bigger until it goes away.