#Types of people

[femininedating]

Passive Men vs Provider Men

Passive:

Goes with the flow

Doesn't have a clear plan

Lack of leadership & decision making

Lets his woman do the heavy lifting & doesn't protect her

Lack of ambition & motivation

Lack of confidence in his masculinity & ability to provide

Doesn't stand up for himself & his family

Lack of responsibility. A man-child

Makes excuses for himself

Sees his woman as a strong co-provider

Provider:

Leads

Has a plan

Initiates and executes

Self motivated

Highly ambitious

Confident in himself, his masculinity & his ability to provide

Handles responsibility well. A mature man

Problem solver

Sees his woman as delicate & to be taken care of

[starlight-incarnate]

House of Feänor as Aesthetics:

Fëanor  —  loud voice, commanding presence, analytical, natural leader, piercing eyes, foggy hillsides, black boots, tipping their head back to breathe the air, mirrored lakes and everything below the surface, tearing leaves from trees, blunt sarcasm, long dark hair, deep sleeper, rotting tree stumps, black leather jacket, songs that makes you want to create a storm, rebellious, ambition, unstoppable passion, fast trains, polaroids, empty castles.

Maedhros — walking silently, stronger due to all the stuff meant to kill them, ignoring their mental health issues, fiery red hair, crumbling marble, oversized hoodies, raw voice, lingering touches, faint music in the distance, calming down from a panic attack, long heavy cloaks, cold hands, disillusioned with the world, insomnia, unhealthy habits, sighs made visible by cold night air, strong hugs, never sleeps, loud music, freckles, dark under-eyes.

Maglor — hypnotising smiles, a broken mind, melancholy, driving through mountains and the woods, iced coffee, the faint feeling of raindrops on your cheeks, ripped jeans, tight hugs, whispered compliments, deep conversations, late night texts, nimble hands, thin blades, white lilies, vertigo, unkept journals, lightning and thunder, rhythms so raw the heartbreak is showing, shattered glass, walking alone on a cold night, silver necklaces, regret.

Celegorm — bright eyes, climbing rock formations, cold-hearted, hard breathing after running, wood cabins, gladiator arenas, wicked smiles, twisted branches, wild hair, growing more and more dangerous, night drives, adrenaline rushes, bruises, bloody cloaks, running from society, breathless laughing, that animalistic unpredictability, silver and leather bracelets, strong coffee after a sleepless night, city lights from a high rise, addiction, barking dogs, hurricanes.

Caranthir — ironic smirks, bitten nails painted black, lightning in summer, empty threats, sunglasses hiding dead eyes, thick chain jewellery, temperamental, goes to car races just to watch the crashes, deep glares, tongue/lip piercings, midnight walks, lightbulbs burning out, diamonds, crushed ice, a glint of cat eyes in the dark, gold coins in storm drains, cold hands, storm clouds rolling in, theatres, suppressed emotions, wrought iron gates, motorcycles. 

Curufin — cherries and Diet Coke, white marble, a studio apartment on the 67th floor, tattoos, neon lights, sweetened coffee, smudged makeup, too-loud music, cursive notes written in red ink, veiny forearms, sharp canines, fresh snowfall, high rise buildings, white light, sheer robes with nothing underneath, fog, stained glass windows, colourful hair, slow heartbeats, long-forgotten love, cold mountaintops, eternal silence.

Amrod — burnished copper, feverish eyes, hues of orange and gold, stars and spades, brewing tea, freckles, hardwood floors, poisonous flowers, listens to Hozier, messy hair, fake circle glasses, bullet point notes on a restaurant napkin, comfortable silence, broken wings on insects, old hungers, the whispering of trees, kicking stones on deserted paths, forgotten places, origami stars, old overgrown stone castles, morning mist, horse riding.

Amras  —  misplaced keys, wandering aimlessly, selectively mute, deep lakes hiding secrets, pine trees, restless nights, misunderstood, reliving the same day over and over again, graphic tees, dead moths, visual mind, muffled screams into a pillow, listens to asmr, doc martens, profanity, burned cigarettes, zoning out often, heart fluttering nervously, confusing satellites for stars, comic filled bookshelves, radios, old jeeps, glowing keyboards.

Celebrimbor — ravens, white-hot metal, the darkest shade of black, glittering skin, low waist pants, stars falling, the heat lingering in the evening, petals falling off dead flowers, trusting the wrong people, blue veins, cobblestone paths, linoleum tiles, bruises/scars easily, the heat lingering in the evening, cities awake late, card games, overanalysing everything, shiny fabrics, the slamming of a shot glass, the sting of betrayal.

[novvasgalaxy]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 flowers for you part one - pick a flower, get a prompt

[ roses ] - "i don't know how you can't see i'm clearly in love with you and everything you do." a says this while b has headphones on, but b hears it and gets flustered.

[ tulips ] - a is hardly home, always constantly working. one day they come home and overhear b crying in the bedroom. "what's wrong?" "just stay home for a few days... please."

[ carnations ] - b and a are such amazing best friends that their families know each other. one day b is over at a's house helping a's mom with the dishes and mom spills a secret. "i'm just so happy a asked you out. you have no idea how hard it was to watch you two do nothing but be obvious." "a never asked me out..." *cue a walking in with a bouquet of flowers*

[ azaleas ] - while at a park, a's dog gets loose and runs off to a spot near a tree. a chases right after but when they get there, they see a stranger, b playing with the dog as if it's theirs. a's dog isn't open to strangers.

[ lilies ] - b's parents passed away a few months ago and a is doing their best to support their grieving parter. a decides that they'll make b's favorite meals. "what is all of this?" "i just want you to relax and eat. you haven't been eating well." *b takes a bite and breaks down crying* "it tastes just like mom's cooking." *sobs harder*

[ peonies ] - b has a big crush on a, and a has a big crush on b. their friends set them up a date, that goes terribly wrong, but has a great result. "we f*cked up." *an hour later* "they're making out in the rain, so i guess it worked out."

[ sunflowers ] - a finds a letter with their name on it. turns out it was a letter b wrote to confess their feelings but never gave it to them. "you weren’t suppose to read that." "is it too late for me to confess my feelings?" "wha?"

[ dahlias ] - b spent hours making a large paper bouquet of flowers because a says they don't get flowers because they always die in the end. "what is this?" "flowers that will last. ignore the mess behind me."

[ chrysanthemums ] - b is allergic to flowers but doesn't have the heart to tell a. "thank you so m-" *sneeze* "is everything okay, love?" "of course, it was just a tickle." *sneezes again once a walks out of the room.*

[fireflies-and-bluebirds]

types of people

midnight: soft eyes, tired faces, empty coffee cups, witty jokes and banter, sad smiles, sagging statures, sweaters in abundance, wild plans, good grades

dawn: soft makeup palettes, quiet words, pastel paintings, dainty laughter, inside jokes, younger siblings, morning people, fancy teas, swishy skirts

noon: "too bright", large smiles, loud, infectious laughter, sunflowers, denim, hands hiding in pockets, cigarettes, okay grades, napping under trees, pointing out constellations, bucket hats and bandannas

dusk: falling asleep, cozy video games, writing essays hyped on caffeine, blankets and pillows, lofi music, floral/botanical print fabric, jewel tones, flannel, wet grass, daydreams, taking notes

twilight: books, endless notebooks, astrology obsessions, english degree, hot cocoa by the fireplace, cold nights, snowfalls, cold hands, stage fright, drama/theater, large rooms with high ceilings, large dreams, drapery curtains

[your-favorite-overachiever]

types of people as fruit:

blueberry: messy buns, windy bike rides, overalls, warm hugs, freckled hands baking muffins, easy laughter, sunshine, reading by the window, knit sweaters, high waisted jeans, bright smile, scented chapstick, romcoms and popcorn, wildflowers

cherry: leather jackets, hair in her eyes, midnight car rides, lipstick stains, high-heeled boots, dog-eared paper backs, liquid liner, loud chatter, whispered secrets, mascara tears, black coffee, glitter everywhere, smokey eye, scribbled poetry, dark acrylics

strawberry: floral tank tops, lips glossed light pink, soft waves, iced drinks, wispy clouds, shooting star wishes, perfume spritz, 19th century novels, mini skirts, jotting down pretty thoughts, slip dresses, wistful gaze, everything showers, ballet flats

apple: the smell of cinnamon, low rise jeans, yellowed pages, rusty leaves, wind-blown curls, heart ache, foggy windows, scratchy wool, hair bows, wine red mary janes, baking in the autumn, white lace, dark red lip stain, academic validation

banana: dirty converse, jean shorts, the state of hurry, friendship bracelets, pictures of everything, glowing compliments, salt in the air, clear lip gloss, sand in dirty blonde hair, magnetism, blown kisses, iced coffee before school, freedom

[marsstarsdoesart]

types of people: seasons

summer: warm and bright sunny yellows, always bearing a grin, kindhearted and caring, never gives up on adventure, drinks nothing but strawberry milk

fall: deep oranges, loves halloween, cryptid hunter, big cups of black coffee, late nights and very early mornings, the smell of leaves and books, a slight frost

winter: dark browns and off-whites, headphones in 25/8, never bothers with excess work, typically alone, quiet, calm, soft breezes, ice-skating, gentle love

spring: pastels, sweetened tea, gentle giggles, dainty napkins, a quirk of the lips, dancing in the rain, meadows and fairy gardens, love of folklore and fictional stories

[aradhels]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　types of people　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

cat: silver jewelry, autumn mornings, cup of black coffee, tough exterior but a big heart, obsessed with the secrets of the universe, bit of a nerd, creating really specific spotify playlists, perfectionistic yet chaotic

deer: blooming flowers, late study nights, picking up an old hobby, writing never-sent love letters, reminiscing about the past, buying heartfelt gifts for friends, telling the moon all your problems, fuzzy socks

bunny: mini skirts and leg warmers, strawberry tea, light colours, big angelic eyes, a bit shy at first, soft smiles, meadows with wildflowers, buying flowers, scrolling through pinterest, love songs, daydreaming, rough sketches

fox: low waist denim skirts, cappuccino, the smell of old paper books, deep late night talks, mature for your age yet still a child within, competetive, secretely cries during movies, philosophy and psychology

possum: messy notebooks, having a bloody nose, scratched up knees and thights, black eyeliner, oversized sweaters, doing things out of spite, accidentally oversharing, gathering around a campfire with friends

[flowersinthegrocerystore]

Seasonal depression

Winter depression: Wanting to just crawl under the covers and never come out. The world feels hostile, angry, and you’d rather die than face it for another day. You haven’t seen the sun in days- you feel weaker, deteriorated. You’re tired all the time and it’s unbearable to do anything. You’re supposed to be celebrating the holidays. You’re supposed to have your life together. All you want to do is stay home but after a time the being alone begins to kill you. Everything around you dead and feeling like the days are so long that they will never come back to life again. 

Spring depression: The sun playing tricks on you- it looks warm out but it’s not. This is also supposed to be a fresh start, a new day, but you feel like you haven’t shaken off the cold yet. The flowers are blooming and it devastates you because you don’t have time to enjoy them. Summer and winter both distant. Hating yourself for not loving it enough, breaking your promises. And then, that creeping feeling that it’s too warm this early in March. Did the daffodils come out as early last year? You can’t remember. Things growing and you, in the soil, stagnating, feeling like a swan among ducklings. 

Summer depression: The worst kind of depression in my opinion. Summer is life and death mixed in one. Again, the feeling of wasting days, because this is meant to be the best time of the year but you’re spending it inside. Again. Everyone seems to busy and away and you start to get lonely. You’re busy, too, you have to keep working, and if you’re not working, the thought always lingers in the back of your mind that you’ll have to soon. It drives you insane. You lose yourself. The days pass slowly but the months go by fast, and soon you feel like it’s all slipped away and you forgot to enjoy it. Summer is always yearning for summers past and then weeping when the flowers rot. 

Autumn depression: Again, so much beauty around you and not enough energy to appreciate it. It’s not always time, or society- after so long, you start to get scared that it might be you. Leaves falling everywhere and making you want to cry because it’s happening again but it’s never as magic as it once was. The chill in the air as you step outside, always slightly too cold to be happy. Everything dying again, and the wish that summer could last for just a moment longer, you swear this time you’ll appreciate it. The approaching dread of winter, trying ot savor the last dregs of sunlight, knowing it’s never enough.

[pinkcores]

types of people : self-care things 💅💕

spa days: lighting your favorite scented candle, trying out that new lotion, soft skin with a slight glow to it, sinking into the bath with your favorite song on blast, trying not to laugh so you don't mess up the face mask, feeling like a million bucks, soft hair and even softer smiles at yourself

baking: flour smeared across your cheeks, stealing another taste of the batter, taking silly videos while you wait, pretending you didn't make a funny shaped treat on purpose, staring into the oven in hopes your intense gaze will make it bake faster, all the sprinkles, "forgetting" to do the dishes

binging shows: just one more episode, not skipping the opening sequence to hum along to the song, cozying up under a blanket in pjs, picking off food crumbs from your clothes, stretching and flopping back after you're done, accidentally spoiling an episode for yourself, "are you still watching?"

learning something new: setting up pretty notes with colors, doodling because you're procrastinating, adding this to the list of projects, working along with lofi girl, a cat sitting in your lap as you write and read, feeling proud the one moment you can use your new knowledge, sticking to schedule

[thestarsloth]

˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･types of people˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

࿔‧ ֶָ֢ as disney princesses ࿔‧ ֶָ֢

𓇼 ⋆.˚ Moana 𓇼 ⋆.˚ :

sandy toes, sea salt in your hair after the beach, wanting adventure, the smell of coconuts, bright coloured flowers, stacked charm bracelets, the sound of crashing waves, peaceful sunsets

༄˖°.ೃ࿔ Merida ༄˖°.ೃ࿔:

old overgrown stone castles, the wind in your hair, believing in fate, chaotic chess, messy room, morning mist, horse riding, deep lakes hiding secrets, pine trees, the view from a mountain

⋆.˚༘⋆ Tiana ⋆.˚༘⋆:

the satisfaction of getting something done, working late, warm soup, sweet smiles, family dinners, big dreams, honey coated desserts, determination, fireflies, wishing on the shooting stars, bright restaurant signs

[profoundstarfishmusic]

types of people ☆ beverages pt 4/6

Coffee ☕️

impulsive, long drives in the middle of the night, haunting museums day after day, unsure of feelings until writing them down, loves the ocean on a windy day, night owl, forgets to take phone off dnd, prone to running away

"Coffee connects us in so many ways–to each other, to our senses, and to the earth that supports the coffee trees."

[Rohan Marley]

[namusthetic]

The Writers' Series

Who wrote you, based on your aesthetic?

British Edition

---------🖋️

Oscar Wilde

"You can never be overdressed or overeducated."

Irregular sleep schedule

Sprawling on a sofa quoting poets long gone

The forbidden sweetness of guilty pleasures

The gently whispered name of a lover

Losing oneself to sensations and feelings

Writes poems for their lovers

Dressing up only for the pleasure of doing so

That dizzy feeling of late night adventures

Procrastination and unsent letters

An old silver framed broken mirror and forgotten withered roses

Sitting alone late at night. The thick, stuffy air in the room is making you dizzy and dulls your senses

Virginia Woolf

"How many times have people used a pen or a paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?"

The soft first autumn breeze

Spending winter afternoons in hidden library corners

Taking long walks along the riverbank in the early afternoon

Gives good advice but doesn't follow it

Scented candles and gentle nostalgia

The furious, quiet calmness of the ocean before a storm

Orange blossoms and sea salt

The texture of paper under your fingertips and the sound of chirping from outside the window

Wants to change the world one word at a time

Never forgives, never forgets

Reads poems in the golden afternoon light

Romantic but won't talk about their feelings

William Shakespeare

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."

Wine stains on victorian shirts

The sound of footsteps on marble floors

Scribbling random Latin sentences in other people's notebooks

Dark, alluring, and a little bit occult

Writes poems on random scraps of paper and then forgets about them

The line between dreams and reality starting to blur

Loud, contagious laugh

Sword fights back stage

A lone flickering candle in the night

Laughs and cries at the same time when overwhelmed with emotion

Believes in the power of the unsettling and the forbidden

Sprawls on any available surface just to read tragedies and drink wine

Mary Shelley

"When I looked around, I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster?"

The sound of your heart beating in your ears when waking up from a nightmare

Anatomy and science illustrations

Equations and formulas scribbled everywhere

The touch of cold metal on warm skin

The clap of thunder and insistent drumming of heavy rain on the windowpanes

The muffled sound of cracking thunder from outside

Organized shelves and absentminded humming

Cold gravity and solemn silences

The cold shudder of realisation

Pacing back and forth trying to solve grave problems and unexpected results

Empathizes easily

Agatha Christie

"Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking."

"An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it."

Hot chocolate on cold winter days while people watching inside an old Café

Sitting down in parks and reading the paper

The scent of clean laundry

Windswept hair and sharp looks

Spontaneous conversations and smiling at strangers

Could prove anyone wrong solely for their own amusement

Wet pavements glinting in the sunshine after a rain shower

Apricot jam, fresh baked croissants and café au lait while reading the newspaper in the early morning

A glint in their eyes and a spring in their step

Peppermints and vanilla hand cream

Sarcasm and condescending smiles

J.R.R. Tolkien

"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

Early morning dew sparkling on spiderwebs

The awareness and clarity that comes with crisp morning air

Daisies, gingerbread and warm comfy clothes

Really into folklore

Snail shells and acorns kept in a jacket's pocket

The scent of fresh homemade bread in the morning

The gentle murmur of the wind blowing through the trees

Nothing could make them miss their afternoon tea

Knows the name of every plant or bird species

Presses flowers in their notebooks

That spark for adventure glims constantly in their eyes

George Orwell

"But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought."

The smell of cigarettes and the sound of steps on the wet pavement

Long night walks around the city

The cold winter wind howling against the windows

Cheap black coffee drank in a small almost empty 24/7 coffee shop

Tired eyes and vivid dreams of liberty

Messy, rushed writing

The condensation on a cold window

Minimalist notebooks and black ballpoint pens hidden everywhere

Trying desperately to be free, to feel alive

The deafening silence of loneliness and the gentle quiet of solitude

T. S. Eliot

"For I have known them all already, known them all / Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, / I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."

Coffee and ink stains

Tiny scribbled notebooks carried around in worn out messenger bags

Reads to escape the real world

Reading on public transportation and almost missing the stop

Falls in love five times a day

Strong coffee and dark chocolate

Feels like nobody can truly understand them

Doesn't take care of themselves

Stacks their books randomly around their house, forgetting empty coffee mugs and notepads on top of them

Flopping facedown on the bed and listening to the sounds of the life out the window

[palatinewolfsblog]

Just a gentle Reminder: "There are two types of people who will tell you that you cannot make a difference in this world: Those who are afraid to try and those who are afraid you will succeed." Ray Goforth.

[novvasgalaxy]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 flowers for you part three - pick a flower, get a prompt

[ asters ] - "for a smart person, you're a dumba** for not realizing that b is flirting with you." a looks back at c in pure bewilderment. "b is not flirting with me." "are you serious?" *b casually making a heart for a's latte*

[ irises ] - "just try the cake. you'll like it." b pushes a plate of [flavor] cake to a. "how would you know if i will like it?" "babe, i can read you like the back of my hand. try it." *a tries the cake, and likes it* "so...?" "you might be right, this time."

[ hibiscuses ] - "pretty..." a was sitting on the couch reading a book. b was staring, sitting in a different seat from a. "how did i get so lucky?" b mutters. "what was that?" *a looks over at b* "i didn't say anything."

[ hydrangeas ] - "kill it! oh my god, kill it!" b comes home to a rather large spider on the wall. b is deathly afraid of spiders. a is also afraid of spiders. "i'm not doing that! you do it!" *now arguing over who needs to kill the spider* *spider disappears* "WHERE DID IT GO?!"

[ lavender ] - *a hugs b* still in the hug, "you smell good." a lets out a small laugh. "why are you sniffing me?" "you know, most people would say thank you," b sasses. "thank you."

[ daylilies ] - b looks down and sees a has fallen asleep during the movie. quietly, b turns off the tv, moves the remote and shifts themselves. "is the movie over?" a mumbles sleepily. "mhmm, go back to sleep." *b snuggles a with the fluffy blanket*

[ forget-me-nots ] - it's been years since a and b have seen each other. life was life-ing and they grew apart. but one day, b gets a text to 'turn around.' *a standing across the street with the biggest smile on their face* "did you miss me?"

send me some more flowers, and i'll keep making more of these!

[mangom00n]

Types of people: pastries

Croissant: Dependable, has a comforting presence. Knows everyone and is well liked by all. Always has a drink in their hand.

Eclair: Elegant, poised, very stylish. A bit high maintenance, but you love them so it's no problem. Smiles with their eyes.

Cream puff: Good with kids, controlled chaos. A bit of a mess but you love them all the same. Has a contagious laugh.

Macaron: Confident in a likable way, always has a joke at the ready. Love language is gift giving. Content to chill in any situation.

Baklava: Always smells amazing, great taste in music. Flirty personality, frequently late to events, prankster. Bro is cool as fuck.