#because they are currently working on a summer exam

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

I'm curious, if you're currently a student, are you back in school now?

[therealitiestraveler]

How I manifested my cat, my glow up, being accepted in my desired university, my best friend and friend group, a gym being built next to where I live

Initial note: My blog is mostly about reality shifting, but I also have my share of experiences with manifestation, so here is this post, I hope that this post can help and motivate you guys.

This is a long one so keep this one to read when you have time, good reading guys.

Contents

Method I used

My results

Context: At the time I wanted to manifest all this I was finishing highschool and in my country we have exams that we have to pass in order to be accepted in university and I was studying in the summer for those exams.

In that same year I was also highly focused on learning about manifestation. Initially I found subliminals and my first move was try them, they worked and then my first thought was “okay, this works, why does this work?” and then I went into the rabbit hole of manifestation and how reality works with the goal of understanding it, this from a metaphysical and spiritual perspective (I also had some background from my practice with witchcraft).

Around that time I heard a lot about law of assumption, so I decided to put that into practice, in the future I am planning to make a post explaining, or in other words, simplifying the law of assumption in simple terms + why it works (more often than not I found that, even though it is not necessary to understand it for it to work, when I understand the why’s it makes it easier for me to be confident with my manifestations and confidence can be quite important in manifestations).

At this time in my life I had recently discovered notion (organization app) and I was using it to organize my life, at the time I created a page for those specific manifestations and I started to write them down as if I already had them, it was something like this:

I am [insert description of my appearance]

I have a cat, that cat is [insert description of cat] and they are [insert cat personality]

I have been accepted in [insert university name] and I am currently studying there

I have my best friend, my best friend is [insert personality traits]

My friend group has [insert amount of people] and they are [insert people personality] my friend group is [insert friend group dynamic]

Etc. (you guys understand the concept)

I wrote that and after that I almost forgot about it, I ended up detaching from it in a way, mostly because I was busy at the time with my studies and with managing my social and academic life, now years later I realized that I ended up putting the law of detachment into action without being aware of it. I didn't think about it again, until my second year of college were I was reorganizing my notion for the new academic year and much to my surprise I found that page in deepest parts of my notion and I got even more surprised to find out that basically everything went according to what I wrote, basically everything because i’m gonna explain how it worked out in the end in the next part of this post.

Results

Cat: Ever since I was younger, I had always wanted a cat. However, my family didn’t want any pets, so it was almost a lost cause, yet I gave it a try. When I described my pet affirming that I had it, I actually described two cats, an orange cat and a white cat. I did this in summer, and my precious cat appeared in my house in early April of the next year.

He simply popped up on the front side of my house and decided he was gonna there, he was quite small at the time, probably he had been born in the previous months, he also was quite skinny and seemed to not be doing well, probably because he was young and a stray and was still trying to figure is own way in the world and trying to survive on the streets. So I slowly started to take care of him, he was already basically living in the garden of my house so it was easier for me at the time.

Over the course of time he eventually stayed there and got bolder, at some point he started to get inside the house and be with us. Later after my cat had been around I discovered that my family had tried to lead the cat away by guiding him away on the street by playing traces of food on the way and also tried to move him to other streets on my neighborhood, all of this while I was away in classes so that I wouldn't know (yes, I’m still bitter about it but anyways) however they were always unsuccessful, because as soon as they arrived back at home the cat was already there again, most of the times before them (I love my silly loyal little cat). So eventually they gave up, we took the cat to the veterinary and took care of everything and ever since then my cat has been with me.

And I can confidently say and my family often jokes that my cat presence was fate, because despite their failed attempts the cat decided that he was gonna stay here, apparently i’ve also became his favourite human, because out of everyone he spends more time with me and in my space, and gets along better with me than with anyone else in my family (I think that he’s still bitter with them too, understandable, I am too).

Remember that previously I said that the cats I wrote down were one orange and one white? Well that’s actually quite funny because my cat is orange and white.

Glow up: I described in detail and I have to confess the changes have been almost insane. I only noticed it because I went this year to more social activities because I finally had free time and most of the comments I received from people were about how much I’ve changed and my sudden glow up, and that lead me to actually search for pictures from the time I wrote that and I indeed noticed some major changes.

Some of these changes were a visible weight loss, more muscle mass, my hair is a lot more healthier, my metabolism is a lot faster now, my skin is a lot more healthy and clean, and something about my face that I can’t quite put into words also is a lot more different in a way that I am extremely grateful. I was surprised looking back at photos of me at the time I wrote it and the way I look now.

University acceptance: At the time I was choosing my university course I was concerned because I was applying for a course with not many university vacancies in my country, at least not many close to where I live and I knew I wanted to study in college but still be at home.

So I wrote it next to my manifestations there and guess what? That same day I went to apply for my desired university, I went to the secretary of the university to give my information and I gave them the documents we usually have to give, and on that same moment I was accepted into that university!! The happiness and disbelief I experienced that day was unimaginable and every day I am thankful for that, I literally stared at the man that was attending me for a couple of seconds that moment blinking as I processed the information and the man confused repeated himself again and I snapped out of it accepting it as a reality and proceed with the process, my reaction was as comical as it sounds.

Best friend and my friend group: When I was scripting my best friend and friend group I described them using typology (personality systems, one example of a typology system on the topic of personality would be for example mbti), and years later I’ve realized that indeed all the people in my friend group (the main one and the one where we hang out together the moat) have the exact typology I wrote that time.

I also met all of them in university as I planned too and the dynamic is also like I described and I am eternally thankful to have a friend group with the people I have.

Gym: The gym being built next to where I live (10 minutes away in walking distance if I am walking slow), I’ve always been physically active, however I never actually went to a gym because there weren’t that many close to where I live and with my lifestyle I have I would end up losing a lot of time on my way to the closest ones and I just couldn’t waste that time.

So imagine my surprise when less than a year after I’ve written those manifestations I happen to receive the news that people are building a gym less than 10 minutes away from my house? Nowadays it is already built and I often go there. This is the moment where I tell people that are often stressed to contemplate going to the gym or working out, it does magical wonders for one’s mood.

That’s all guys foe this post guys, I hope that this post is useful and motivates people, I always try to share some more details because it might help people get motivated and it can also be quite funny sometimes.

Good shifting and good manifestations everyone!!

[starminzoo]

Ateez

╰┈➤ when they see you in summer dress (hyung line)

warning: slightly suggestive, no smut tho, slight mention of foods

* ˚ ✦ Hongjoong

the promotions for their new album was finally put to a stop, giving the members relief of some days to enjoy themselves after all the energy and time they have poured out. and this was the perfect opportunity for a vacation with your loved one, you and hongjoong arrived 2 days ago in Maldives for a peaceful vacation, today was a very sunny day but not too hot just perfect for stroll in the city in the afternoon as you got ready in your room while joong was near the small pool you had in your resort his legs dipped in the cool water his face adorning a pair of sunglasses along with a pair of white shorts and a white t-shirt. he looked ethereal.

you checked the time and went outside by the pool to leave for your planned activity. you tapped on his back to announce your presence. just as he laid his eyes on you his eyes widened with delight as he takes in the sight of you looking radiant in a summer dress. He couldn't help but smile, feeling his heart skip a beat. "damn darling you challenging the sun now" he smiled at you as you blushed at his words "i will buy you more of these dresses so you can keep blessing me with such a view" you pecked his lips in response "only if you promise to rip it of my body later" he smirked at you in agreement as he pulled your into him by grabbing your ass "oh baby I promise to do worse then that" he snapped back as slammed his lips into your neck kissing and nibbling on it slightly hands roaming all over you body to feel you, take you in.

* ˚ ✦ Seonghwa

finals week was finally over and you couldn't wait to sleep and just laze around in your apartment watching Netflix but your boyfriend had other plans. just after the final exam day he had messaged you for a date at the new cafe just two blocks away from your apartment building. you were beaming with happiness to finally meet him as the exams kept you both busy and at the bay of your sanities. you checked yourself in the mirror for the last time your pink summer dress flowing around you as you twirled in it giggling at yourself (self love first bestie). as you opened the door of the said cafe there he sat eyes roaming around to take in the beautiful interior of the cafe.

When you elegantly walked in the cafe hwa couldn't move his eyes from your figure. The sunlight catches your hair, and the flowy dress accentuates your graceful movements. As you approached him, a soft smile spreads across his face, and he rises from his seat, his long legs unfolding like a gentleman from a bygone era. He takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with you, and pulls you close, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. "My goodness, you're a ray of sunshine," he whispers, his voice low and husky, his breath caressing your ear. "This dress was made for you, and you alone. You're a work of art, my love." he guided you both to the table he was previously sitting on you expected to sit in front of him but he surprised you by guiding you to the seat next to the seat he was occupying. Seonghwa couldn't help but steal glances at you, his eyes shining with adoration, his heart beating faster with every passing moment. "do you got any plans for tonight love" a soft 'no' leaving your mouth as you were too busy with the blueberry muffins "good because I got plans for us ahead" he whispered near your ears sending shivers down your spine as his hand rested a bit to close to your clothed core but as you started at him in shock but he just ignored your stare pretending to be more focused on his beverage.

* ˚ ✦ Yunho

finally the day has arrived and you couldn't wait to have some fun time with your besties. you guys have been forming a plan for a lunch together for a long time but it was always postponed as everyone is as busy with their lives but finally the time has arrived for the postponed planned to be accomplished. currently it was 1:00 am and were just putting some touches to your appearance while glancing outside your room to your boyfriend as he was sprawled out on on the couch of your shared apartment playing games on the playstation you had already informed him about your lunch out so just needed to remind him so didn't got worried. you grabbed your purse and other necessary things and headed towards the couch to announce your departure to your "babe I will be going now ok love ya" you kissed his forehead and pat his hair just as you were about to leave he grabbed you by your thigh and twirled you backwards.

you were stunned by the sudden action but as your eyes landed on his face which had light blush on the cheeks and jaw hanging open "gorgeous what are you wearing" you confusingly replied "uh... a dress I guess" his hand was still on your thigh "what i know that what wow you look breath taking baby" he replied eyes roaming on your figure. he looked fucking hot checking you out "do a twirl for me" and that you did a bit confused and astonished, but as you again looked him in eye there was a glint of mischief "i can see your panties gorgeous" you gasped "what no the dress isn't even sh-" "baby blue with lace around them right gorgeous, my favorite" he claimed as he pulled you in his lap, he chuckled seeing your tomato red face "ok I am going to change and then head out" "no gorgeous don't, stay with me and if you want I can take the dress of" he whispered while kissing your jaw. well the outing plan was postponed more for awhile.

* ˚ ✦ Yeosang

you and yeosang had been talking about having a picnic for awhile but you both waited till he got some days off for awhile from his office. just as he announced about the short break he was taking you guys were planning about the picnic you were going to have the next day. as the picnic day arrived all the essentials were ready and in the car and you both were just ready to head out, as you came out the walk-in-closet and checked yourself in the mirror for the last time but didn't notice someone checking you out too "pretty you look so gorgeous in this dress, I don't know what more shinny you or the sun" you blushed at his comment " you look gorgeous too babe" you complimented him back with a light peck to his lips which turned into a passionate kiss soon but you if you wanted to have the picnic you had too leave now. you pulled away slightly lips still hovering his " we need to go sangie" much to his dismay.

you both headed out and left for your destination which was about 15 minutes away from your house it was a gorgeous park filled with tall green trees, huge land of fresh grass, a beautiful lake with white as pearl swans. you laid out the picnic mat and placed a basket filled with food and cold beverages. you both talked, laughed, ate, clicked a few pictures and enjoyed the view together. you didn't realized how fast the time passed and now it was time to departure. but there was something odd about yeosang's behavior he seemed hurried well as soon as you guys reached home you were pinned against the door yeosang kissing your neck away littering it with small love bites here and there "fuck I wanted to be inside you so bad baby, fuck you need to wear these dresses more pretty". well you sure were gonna wear more if you can achieve such a reaction from him.

heyy hope you enjoyed it let me please know your thoughts as it's my first time writing and english is not my first language so for any mistakes I am sorry

[mygnolia]

[TEASER! ] it's cupid, stupid! | lhs

synopsis -› To hell with Lee Heeseung, you couldn't find someone you hated more than the boy who's by your side no matter what. You figured that maybe the summer before university would be the best way to finally let go of him, and to leave the hate you have in your childhood- but no. What do you mean you have to spend ALL summer with him?

pair -› golden boy!heeseung x fem-pres!reader

release date -› IT'S HERE!!!

genre -› fluff, mutual pining, hurt/angst, slow burn i fear, bakery au, summer au, post highschool au

trope -› (slightly one sided) enemies to lovers

wc -› currently 6.7k! probably will be 10-15k

cw -› food mentions, a self indulgent characterization of my grandmother but she’s also everyone else’s in this fic, cursing, oh the miscommunication trope...sorry not sorry.  

a/n -› even though i tried keeping food descriptions vague, i used the experience i had with my own grandma and her cooking to influence the way y/n grandmother cooks and the way it’s described so it might not be accurate for everyone! i understand not all cultures include baked goods with starches (since I mention a lot of flouring surfaces) so pls be kind to me :( ALSO!! i haven't written in MONTHS don't hate the writing pls we are all just in this fanfic hell tgt

© all rights are reserved to mygnolia 2024. republished, translated, and/or heavily referenced work will be reported and removed immediately.

Lee Heeseung might only have eleven characters to his name, but they spelt trouble in forty different ways. 

It starts with the same old Lee Heeseung spilling his applesauce on you in the first grade, with his cup of mushy lukewarm grossness splattered across your new pants with glittery stars on them. You shriek when it happens, frantically wiping off the mess and yelling at his Lightning McQueen lunchbox with all of the bottled up rage a seven year old can have. His eyes are wide, but all his friends laugh and say girls are so angry all the time, so he stops himself from apologizing. Which, you think his friends were being a little rude to all girls alike, but what mattered was that Lee Heeseung never ended up saying sorry. 

But that’s just one way of saying it. He hit you in the face with a ball, ran into you when your knee was scraped and you almost were bursting into tears, and tripped you in the lunch line. 

Did the universe hate you, or did he? 

You figured it was the latter.

Heeseung’s been stuck to you your entire life with some extra strong adhesive that you can’t seem to get off. You wish you could get some of the same glue that stuck you two to the hip and attach his tongue to the nearest streetlight, but things almost never worked in your favor. If you could catch him, just once, like one of the dumb boys who lick frozen poles in winter, you’d be satisfied. 

The blackmail would trump any sort of Heeseung related adversity your elementary grade self had to deal with. 

Unfortunately, the years have rendered you no protection against him, and in the small victories you find yourself in, you also see Heeseung right next to you. The exam you aced was topped by Heeseung with a 98%, just a bit higher than your 96%, and it couldn’t even feel good to talk about it because you knew all your friends talked about was how he did better. 

There was no accomplishment anymore when Heeseung was around. 

Heeseung was perfect in everyone’s eyes, a golden boy in their praises and a role model for their parents. If people didn’t want to be with Lee Heeseung, people wanted to be Lee Heeseung. That? That was something you hated. How could people want to be someone who you couldn’t stand?

“Have you seen the scissors?” Heeseung asks out of nowhere, startling you from the doorway.

Reaching for the ones you used to cut the parchment paper with, you hand the pair to him and with a mumbled ‘thank you’ he leaves.

In an odd way, you’re stunned by the silence that follows. A “you suck, _____!” would be more in character for villainous Lee Heeseung than whatever just happened. But you’re way too occupied with the bakery, and go back to cutting squares in the matcha cake.

It’s the same for the next hour until the rush ends and you get a bit more time to yourselves between orders. Heeseung agrees to wash the dishes and you clean the tables to the sound of your playlist from the speakers.

“You have good music taste.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth when he emerges. He wipes his hand on a white towel and you stare at him, utterly puzzled. Where’s the malice? Where’s his snarky comments?

“I’m waiting for you to tell me it’s not as good as yours, or something along those lines.” You deadpan.

Heeseung rolls his eyes. “I’m not that mean, I can give a compliment or two when I feel like it.”

“Oh, poor Lee Heeseung only has so much room in his heart to compliment people. How thankful should I be that you spend your daily supply of niceness on me?” You quip, cleaning off the tables. Your chest feels light and you don’t feel as angry as you did this morning.

Blame it on the lack of sleep.

“I think you should be bowing down to me and only talking when I tell you to.” He jokes, and when you glance up, there’s a semblance of a smile on his face. “Anyways, when are you leaving?”

“Whenever you leave.” You tell him, shrugging.

“Well, I stopped my your grandma’s house earlier.” Ah, so that’s where he went. “She said she didn’t want you to stay too late but she also wanted me to take you home, and I think she’d throw a fit if you didn’t.”

“I’d die before getting into a car with you, Lee Heeseung.”

“If I had to get into a car with you, that’s how I’d personally die.” He responds lightly. You furrow your eyebrows and rack your brain for some sort of retort that hurts Heeseung’s pride, but nothing comes up.

“My driving skills are very good, I’ll have you know.”

He jabs, “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

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[junovae]

scusi scusi

can i get genshin impact x reader

specifically neuvi x paralegal!reader and they're in a cute relationship

maybe after a case win they fuck PLEASE PLEASE PLEWAE EPLEASE PLEASP PLEASE PLEASE

OOOH THE IDEAS I HAVE FOR THIS ONE. yes :D i'd be so happy to write this.

in contempt of innocence

lawyer!neuvillette x paralegal!fem!reader ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ nsfw bonus

artwork: artwork is NOT mine. art is by @l78154477 on twitter. go check out their art if u have time T_T so mf pretty.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

summary: a collection of bullet-points spanning academic life and the dynamic of working as neuvillette’s very own paralegal at the lex fontaine.

cw: lawyer!neuvillette x paralegal!fem!reader, bullet-points post case win celebration namsayin - nsfw (MDNI), angry fucking, not so fast there's a plot beforehand, neuvillette wears glasses when he's writing, specifically rectangle frames, you also wear red rectangle frames, pining, angst, groveling for sure, academic rivals, there's still a cute relationship, he may get jealous and possessive heh

wc: storyline - 2.1k, nsfw - 4k

a.n: emphasis on neuvillette wearing rectangle frames AH. and also we are bullet-pointing this because i fear that this will make a long oneshot or a story with multiple chapters if details were elaborated on.

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 academia 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

to your surprise, you reconnect with neuvillette at fontaine's research institute

you are both studying to become lawyers, with the eventual goal of working for the archon of justice

your families have known each other for many years. though your families were close, you barely saw him since he had been studying at sumeru's akademiya ever since you were kids

he'd still spend summers in fontaine, and during these times, your childhood crush on him began to develop, though it eventually faded away

he decided to spend his final year of school back in fontaine to gain legal experience in its environment

before the school year begins, your friends insist on taking you to the bar to loosen up and "mentally prepare." to your surprise, you meet a pair of ethereal purple eyes—an enchanting fusion of beauty and chaos

"oh, it’s you," he says, nonchalantly

the school year begins, and you and neuvillette inevitably become the top students in class, constantly competing for the highest grades and recognition

you are convinced that his position as the successor to fontaine's chief justice is getting to his head, especially since his father is the current one

you are determined to prove him wrong

“you seem to be missing the core principle here. the law is not about ideals, it's about what can be proven in court," he argues one day during a heated class debate on legal ethics. you squint and smile at him, ready to rebuttal. "your parents are lawyers, no? you think the law can be so easily distilled into mere facts? what about human justice?"

despite the rivalry, there seems to be an undeniable attraction and admiration simmering beneath the surface

during a late-night study session at the library, the two of you are working on a challenging case. frustrated by a legal loophole, you struggle to find a solution, and neuvillette offers his help in a cocky way

"why don’t you try solving this if you think it’s so easy?" you snap

"i'd be glad to, but your method of working through it is... unorthodox," he says with a smug smile. oh, you wanted to punch him so badly.

your sharp banter begins to turn into genuine collaboration

as the year goes on, you spend more time with your childhood friend, refining cases, debating, and studying for the bar exam

one night after a long session, he pauses his reading and looks at you. "i regret not studying here earlier," he says. "why? this place too easy for you?" "no. if i had, i could've gotten to know you better." betraying your rivalry, your heart skips a beat

unwanted feelings start to grow on your end, but you can’t help it. you’ve come to admire and respect him on a deeper level, and you can’t shake the feeling that maybe he feels the same way too

it's the day of the bar exam, and neuvillette is waiting for you outside the building by the fountain

he checks his watch, his eyes scanning the crowd for your face. he catches a glimpse of you. uh oh, you look sad

"i'm just kidding, i did pass!" you smile. he instantly picks you up by your waist and spins you in a tight hug. you break away, faces close to each other, smiling. you smelled like moonflowers, he noticed. his favorite

graduation approaches, and with each passing day, neuvillette becomes more elusive. you realize you're falling for him, but he's pulling away, becoming distant

one day, as you're walking to your dormitory, you overhear neuvillette's voice talking to a friend, asking about you who noticed the tension building between the two of you

"i can't let myself get distracted. my future... my family needs me to focus on my career"

in that moment, you decide to bury your feelings. it's better this way. you tell yourself you can't afford to be a distraction to someone with neuvillette's responsibilities

it's graduation day. you walk on stage, receiving your awards and degree

your eyes meet a familiar shade of purple. he holds your gaze, but nothing is there

there is an unspoken agreement between you and neuvillette: stay away from each other. don't be a distraction. from that day on, the two of you part ways and never speak to each other again

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 the lex fontaine 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

the archons have blessed you. you finally quit your job at virdictis legal group and landed a position at the well-known and well-established ✧ lex fontaine ✧

although you were offered a position as a paralegal (unfortunately, having to start from the bottom at this company), you were still ecstatic

it was your first day, and you were told to wait in the fancy lobby to be assigned to the lawyer you'd be working with

"hello, miss," a sweet melusine grabs your attention. "this is the senior lawyer you've been assigned to work with"

to your surprise, it was him. the leviathan judiciary himself. neuvillette's eyes flicker with recognition, but he maintains his professional demeanor

"i wasn't expecting to see you here," he says stoically

"neither was i," you say coolly

the melusine smiles and skips away happily. he turns around and walks off, not even motioning for you to follow him

"you're lucky with your timing. we just got assigned probably one of the most important cases in fontaine's history"

in his office, he explains the case regarding the hydro archon, focalors. just the brevity of her name sends you into hyperfocus. this case was important. you take notes

as he explains the situation, neuvillette takes you in. a lot about you has changed. you were always beautiful, but fuck, you've somehow grown even more gorgeous

he notices your red rectangular frames. stunning

moonflower

though you looked different, one thing remained the same: you still smelled like moonflowers

days go by, and you've adjusted to your new job, gathering evidence

and honestly, you were still bitter. your past feelings for him lay dormant but unresolved, all the more now that you were working under him as his paralegal

neuvillette, on the other hand, feels guilty for how he treated you all those years ago. but he's very good at hiding it behind a mask of professionalism

despite the tension, he wants to make amends with you. he knows you want nothing to do with him, but all these years, he's thought about you

in the mornings, you'd find a warm cup of coffee on your desk once you arrived at work. it was just to your liking

late at night, he'd occasionally check in on you to make sure you were doing okay, offering his guidance on difficult cases. you'd politely refuse

when commuting to meetings with clients, he'd open the door for you and offer to carry your cases. this, you agreed to

and of course, you'd notice all these things, but you don't allow yourself to take them to heart. though you two have history, you didn't want to be his distraction yet again.

on an evening when you're working late, he walks in and notices that you're exhausted

"you've been here for hours. take a break. you'll burn yourself out"

"i can handle it," you snap back, irritated from today's challenges

hours later, he comes back to check in on you. he lets out a soft, deep laugh when he sees you slumped over your desk, drooling on the paper in front of you

when you wake up, you find a soft blanket wrapped around you

during a trip, the two of you visit the maison gardiennage. a charming and ambitious man begins to show interest in you. neuvillette notices, and though he tries to remain indifferent, the jealousy eats at him

one day, he sees you laughing with the very same maison gardiennage officer. had he come to visit you at work? he watches you from the balcony, his jaw tightening

you catch him staring, but he quickly looks away. you can't help but smirk

days leading up to the trial of the century, you and neuvillette spend countless sleepless nights, reviewing evidence, strategizing, and brainstorming in intense, focused sessions. this eases some of the tension between the two of you, leaving you stuck somewhere between less than friends but more than strangers

this reminds you of your late-night study sessions

one night, the two of you are in his office, papers scattered everywhere. you both decide to share a bottle of wine to unwind after a particularly exhausting day

in a spare moment of silence, you take him in. you notice how his rectangular frames sit on the bridge of his nose as he turns the pages of his paper. he has long since shed the professional look, now dressed in a white button-up with the top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up. a strand of white hair falls across his face

suddenly, leaning back in his chair and half-smiling, he says, "i forgot how easy it is to talk to you"

you tilt your head, taunting him with squinted eyes and a half-smile. "of course you did. you distanced yourself from me, remember? i was just a distraction to you"

he's taken aback. had you really heard him say that? he quickly regains his composure, but his expression falters. standing up, he moves toward you with urgency. he was determined to make it right with you, right here and now. "i thought i was doing the right thing. i was so focused on my career that i let go of what truly mattered"

"and what could that be, hm? you can’t just undo what you did," you hum, looking up at him as he hovers over you

"i know." and without a warning, he pulls you closer to him and gently kisses you. his mouth warm and tongue waiting to be invited in. you are angry at yourself for giving in this easily. but you know that the deepest parts of you wanted this for years

when you break apart, you are both left breathless, looking at each other. you look at him through lidded eyes, and something stirs within him—an impulse to take you right there, to make up for all the years of unsaid words. but he restrains himself, knowing that's not what you truly want. he is determined to do this the right way, to earn your forgiveness

"i'm sorry. i was wrong, but you don't know how much i've been wanting to make it up to you. my heart is in your hands," he whispers, his vulnerability laid bare. gently, he places your hand against his cheek, his lips brushing softly against your wrist—a tender gesture of both apology and devotion

you stand frozen, unsure of how to respond. the walls you meticulously built are beginning to crumble, yet undeniably, you are scared of getting hurt again. vulnerability feels like walking a precarious tightrope, with the memory of past pain threatening to unbalance you at any moment

on the days leading up to the trial, you and neuvillette tentatively begin to mend your broken friendship, slowly bridging the chasm of years lost to time. cautious understanding replaces the previous distance, each careful conversation a step towards reconnection

on the day of the trial, despite nerves and fear, you and neuvillette have rebuilt a mutual respect and admiration. he moves with calculated precision, cunningly rebutting every statement thrown his way—his eloquence a shield, his intellect a weapon carefully wielded in the face of adversity

after hours of intense back and forth, the verdict finally arrives. the oratrice declares a victor, and the courtroom erupts in cheers. the hydro archon radiates pure joy, while neuvillette meets your eyes across the crowded room, a moment of shared triumph and unspoken understanding passing between you

you feel ecstatic. in this shared moment of victory, a panorama of memories floods your mind—every excruciating obstacle you both had to overcome. you can't help but look at neuvillette with a deep, familiar admiration, the same reverence you've held for him throughout your life. though a part of you remains guarded, scared of potential hurt, you now know with certainty that he would spend a lifetime making amends if necessary. in this moment, you allow your feelings to revive, your heart fluttering with tentative hope. yes, a part of you is still wounded, still hesitant—but for the first time, you are truly willing to start over

“you did it," you mouth to him

he nods at you, “we did it”

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cw: unprotected sex, starts off gentle at first but then progresses, consensual, positions, jealous fucking, make-up fuck session, accidental edging, praising, foreplay on reader muaha, aftercare, you’re wearing a pencil skirt hehe

quick a.n: hi reader! i don't write much detailed nsfw often but i tried my best with this one mwehehe. also this took forever to come out, sorry. had to lock in for finals. do enjoy! "hey." a familiar voice calls your name, cutting through the hum of conversation in the court of fontaine's grand lobby. you're standing off to the side, suitcase in hand, waiting for neuvillette to finish his discussion with the high officials. right now, he's speaking with the hydro archon herself. your gaze lingers as she wraps her arms around him and places a kiss on his cheeks, a pang of jealousy stirring in your chest. before the feeling can take root, you turn toward the voice. it's the maison gardiennage garde—the one who's taken a particular liking to you.

"oh, hi! santallier, how are you?" you greet, stepping forward to embrace him in the hug he's offering.

"hi," he says, pulling away from your hair. little did you know, another pair of sharp eyes were watching your innocent encounter with the garde. "i just wanted to congratulate you on the win. not a lot of people know you played an important role in this, so i wanted to make sure you knew," he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

you tilt your head and smile. "santallier! thank you so much, i truly do appreciate it." you go in for another hug, excitedly wrapping your arms around him, almost jumping into the embrace. you don’t notice that the skirt you're wearing rides up your posterior slightly, quickly exposing the white lace beneath. in the distance, you hear a loud cough, but you're too caught up in your own bliss to pay it any mind. "you're very kind."

"it's no problem, really," he chuckles, gently setting you down. regaining his composure, he asks, "i was wondering if you wanted to do something after this? maybe we could grab some coffee at café lutece, and then take a little stroll around the court of fontaine’s park?"

you take his hand in yours, excitement lighting up your face as you eagerly agree. "yes, let's go! i've been needing a break after all the hard work these past few months."

"really?" he says, his voice filled with excitement.

"mhm!" you nod, a wide smile spreading across your face.

"what time should i pick you up from your apartment?" santallier asks, already planning out his outfit in his head.

"not tonight," a deep, smooth voice cuts through your conversation. "she's busy tonight." you feel a larger, calloused hand pull yours away from santallier's grasp from behind you. you turn your head to see neuvillette, his stoic, unreadable gaze meeting yours as he looks down into your eyes.

"what? no, i'm not. you said i could take a break tonight," you snap at him, frustration creeping into your voice. he lets out an annoyed grumble, his expression hardening.

"you are. we still have unfinished work to do tonight," he responds, his tone firm. neuvillette turns to a now upset santallier, his expression cold. "she's busy tonight. don't bother checking up on her later. or ever."

before you could protest, neuvillette drags you away by your hand. sheepishly, you mouth an apology to santallier. he gives you a soft smile and a wave, indicating that it was okay.

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the two of you walk through the empty office, the moonlight casting a soft glow through the window wall. neuvillette guides you to his private workroom, and as you enter, he lets go of your hand. you slam the office door shut behind you, leaning your back against it as your eyes narrow, fixating on his back.

"what the hell? you said i had tonight off," you snap, your voice tinged with frustration as you cross your arms, still glaring at his back.

he turns around to face you, his expression unwavering. "not anymore," he scoffs. "you're going to be with me tonight."

"this is tyranny! what if i don't want to be with you?" you snap back, anger bubbling to the surface as you stand your ground.

an unknown look flickers across his face. "too bad," he says, making his way to his desk. you watch as he uncuffs his watch and tosses it onto the surface, then removes his blazer, leaving only his white button-up shirt. "i don't care," he hums, his voice devoid of emotion.

you stride over to his desk and slam your arms down on its surface. his eyes narrow as he takes in your slightly bent posture and the way your arms are pushing your chest together, accentuating your cleavage. he clenches his jaw tightly and you can sense the underlying emotion that caused such a reaction - it's the same feeling you experienced when you saw focalors embracing him earlier today. "you're jealous," you tease with a smirk on your face.

his eyes snap up to meet yours, intense and unwavering. he matches your stance, hands pressed on the surface of his desk, leaning forward to face you. the two of you are now locked in a silent standoff across the desk, an unspoken battle happening between your eyes. the only sound in the room is the crackle of the fireplace by the bookshelves, adding an eerie tension to the stillness.

he leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper that catches you off-guard. "so what if i am?"

your eyes soften, but there's still caution in them as you process his words. seeing you stare at him like that, with such vexation, unsettles him. he didn’t like it. ever since graduation day, he had thought about you—about how poorly he’d handled the whole situation. his family had put so much pressure on him, and with those expectations weighing on him, he had been a bottle, just waiting to explode. and when he did, for some stupid reason, he placed the blame on you. and now, he can only himself for it.

he’s thought about how he could make it up to you, if you’d ever listen to him, that is. and like the archons had answered his yearning to fix things with you, you appeared in front of him in the lobby of his law firm, now working under him. seeing you every day drives him insane. it drives him mad how you’d ignore him when he greeted you or tried to start small talk, but would engage so easily with others. he deserved it.

it’s the regret and the desperate need to make it right that drives him now, a fire in his chest that makes him think—maybe, just maybe, he’d kneel before you if that’s what it takes to earn your forgiveness.

it started off as childhood friendship between you two. back then, he hadn’t known you well, but he always looked forward to those summer days, eager to see what new adventures you’d bring him on. when he decided to go back to study in fontaine, it was the best decision he had ever made. that’s where he got to truly know you. at first, it had started off as a bit of a rivalry, but before he even realized it, he found himself admiring your sharp wit and how easy it was to talk to you. you didn’t fall at his feet like everyone else did. you matched his banter with ease, and that drew him in.

he loved your late-night study sessions in the library, laughing with each other as the hours passed unnoticed. he enjoyed comforting you when you were stressed and teasing you for fun. he adored seeing your smile when he managed to make you laugh. he loved you.

how could he have thrown it all away?

now, it didn’t matter because when he saw you standing in front of him on your first day at the firm, he silently vowed to make it up to you, no matter what. but seeing you look at him with such displeasure now? it was eating at him. his thoughts drifted back to earlier, when he saw santallier embrace you, a touch he had longed to be the one to give. the jealousy was overwhelming. the thought of another man touching you, sharing the kind of intimacy the two of you once had—it was driving him insane.

he knows you’re upset with him, but the desire to prove that you were his and his alone was consuming him.

i love her, were the only words repeating in his head. without warning, he launches himself over the desk, catching your lips with his in a fiery, impassioned kiss, raw and filled with longing.

this caught you completely off guard. you had kissed him before, just a few days ago, but this was different. this wasn’t just a kiss—it was primal, full of unspoken desires and regrets. the anger you felt for him hadn’t disappeared, but somehow, in that moment, it didn’t matter. you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. your brain screamed at you to stop, to push him away, but your body betrayed you, pulling him closer. as though you both couldn’t be any nearer to each other, as though this moment was the only thing that truly mattered.

the taste of you on his lips is sweet, and your consent to his kiss only drives him wilder. he lifts you up by your waist and sets you onto his desk. your fingers tug at his tie, desperate to be closer to him. your arms wrap around his neck as he supports himself with his hands. with a growl, he moves down to shower your neck with hot, wet kisses. his lips reach your clavicle, and he reaches for the top button of your blouse. he grunts while lifting the article over your head, leaving you in just your bra and pencil skirt. fuck, he groans. without wasting any time, he showers your breasts with kisses, relishing in the soft moans of pleasure that escape from your mouth. as he pins you down on the desk, papers flying everywhere, you feel something poking at you, sending heat rushing to your pelvic region.

as neuvillette's hands explored your breasts and his face buried in between them, you grip onto his back, yearning to feel his bare skin. you tug at his shirt desperately, wanting it off, causing him to pause and glance up at you with a playful smirk.

"off?" he asks, teasingly. you respond with a light whimper, craving for his touch. "as you wish."

in a split second, he is now shirtless, revealing his chiseled physique. "hah," you breathe out, admiring his body. "kiss me, please."

without hesitation, he pins you down on the desk and captures your lips with his own. your head hits the hard wood but you don't care, too consumed by the passion of the moment. your tongues immediately entwine in a fiery dance as his hands travel down your body, eliciting waves of pleasure against your skin. in response, you run your hands over his bare chest, relishing in the warmth of his skin against yours. his hand slips under your skirt and travels up your thighs.

"i've been dying to take this skirt off you all day, moonflower," he whispers seductively.

you feel yourself blushing at his words. "neuvillette, i-" you can't find the right words to say, but deep down you know he's not entirely wrong. ever since your last kiss with him, you've been having inappropriate thoughts about him in the workplace.

his hands rest on your thighs as he asks, "can i?"

with pleading eyes, you nod and beg for his touch. following your approval, he pushes down your skirt, leaving you only in your undergarments. his eyes roam over you, taking in the sight of you in your white lace lingerie. you spread your legs out for him, laying on his work desk, and his thoughts become clouded with desire. he needs to taste you now.

neuvillette leans over you on the desk and gently kisses your forehead. "do you want me to touch you?" he asks once more. You eagerly nod, yearning for his hands on your dampness. and oh, it feels so good when he finally does touch you. his deep purple eyes lock onto yours as his fingers rub against the surface of your laced underwear.

"look at you, already soaking wet for me, darling."

your breaths quicken as he circles his fingers over you. by all the archons, he didn't even need to slip a finger inside to make you this wet. with every stroke, your back arches and you can feel yourself becoming lost in pleasure. his other hand finds its way to your breast, fondling with them as he watches you squirm beneath him. a slight smile forms on his lips as he takes in the beauty of your reactions. you looked like a goddess, with your fluttering eyes and parted lips. he wants you to know just how stunning you are.

as he kisses your lips, his hands slide down to remove your underwear and unclasp your bra, leaving you completely naked. he pauses for a moment to admire you. "you look beautiful, you know that?" his deep voice rumbles in your ear. you look at him with intense desire and whisper his name. he slowly kneels down between your legs, parting them as you anticipate the pleasure to come. suddenly, his tongue is on the parts of you that you didn't even know you wanted as much as this. a soft moan escapes your lips as neuvillette devours you with his mouth, making you feel divine. the lawyer buries his face deeper in you, skillfully pleasuring you until your toes curl with pleasure.

"so… beautiful," he grunts, intensifying your frenzy. as he picks up speed, you let go of any inhibitions and fully surrender to the sensations.

"you're such a good girl for me," he breathes out, admiring how you squirm under his touch.

"neuvi- i…" you see stars as his tongue continues its skilled movements in and out of your wetness, bringing you closer to climax.

"do you like that?" he asks, moving in a way that brings forth a warmth from the pit of your stomach and rises up into your chest.

"yes," you breathe, biting your lip in ecstasy. you can barely contain yourself now, overwhelmed by the pleasure he's giving you. and as you look down at him adoring every inch of your body and intimacy like it's the most perfect thing in the world, you reach your climax.

he watches as your voice echoes his name in pleasure, listening intently as you reach orgasm. he leans back, mesmerized by the way your breasts rise and fall with every heavy breath. your legs tremble slightly and your wetness drips onto his eager tongue. you shake as he pleasures you, paying close attention to every movement and meeting your gaze in mutual understanding. he wants to hold onto this moment forever.

neuvilette leans over you gently, whispering "i love you" as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face.

in that moment, all the longing and pain disappear. in this moment, you forgive him completely for the past and realize the depth of his regret. "i love you," you whisper back, gazing into his eyes.

with those words, something ignites between you both - a fiery passion fueled by years of separation and a desire to make up for lost time. he pulls you towards him, sitting up as his lips crash down on yours. the kiss is filled with raw passion, causing you to grind against him eagerly. you feel his hardness pressing against your stomach and wish for nothing more than to feel it without any barriers. neuvilette steps back to quickly remove his belt and undergarments, leaving him naked before you. your insides do a flip as you watch his hard cock spring up instantly. he was perfect for you in every way imaginable.

he playfully tilts his head at your expression and asks, "what is it?"

you quickly interject, "nothing. come here and kiss me." you grab his arms and pull him closer.

"i'll do more than that," he responds, wrapping your legs around his body. he positions himself in front of you with his erection in hand. "have you been intimate with someone before?" his voice catches, nervous for your answer. you nod yes, and his face briefly falters before becoming unreadable. "then we'll have lots of fun."

with careful intent, he slides into your wet pussy. the combination of precum and your wetness makes it an easier slide. you let out a slight gasp as he fills you up completely. this is the first time you've ever felt this full, and he truly is perfect for you. "ah~" you breathe out in pleasure.

"oh, good girl. look how easily you took me in," he praises as he looks down at where your bodies are joined. he starts to slowly thrust back and forth, not because he knows you're not used to this, but because he wants to savor every moment of taking you tonight and making you his forever. "do you see that?" he hums with self-approval in his voice. and you do see it - the way he expertly moves inside of you, gradually increasing in speed until your breasts are bouncing with each thrust. your arms wrap tightly around his neck as your hips hold onto his waist for support on top of his desk. "you feel so good," he purrs in your ear as he continues to pleasure you in every way possible.

watching him pleasure you while wearing nothing but your red frames drove him wild. your eye contact, heavy with desire, only added to his arousal as he pushed himself inside you. he couldn't get enough of the way your body fit perfectly against his, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, and the sweat that glistened on both of your bodies. the only sounds in the room were the crackling of the fireplace and the skin-to-skin contact between the two of you. it was raw and intense, and he felt like he could stay in this moment forever.

but then, thoughts of your past intimacy experiences crept into his mind, fueling a sense of jealousy within him. he couldn't hold back any longer and crashed his lips onto yours in a display of urgency, causing you to let out an surprised "mm" sound.

"who else has fucked you like this?" he growled in your ear.

confused by his sudden inquiry, you responded with annoyance in your voice. “what?” you didn't care about your past partners or who you had been intimate with before. all that mattered in that moment was him and you.

neuvillette continued with his steady pace, pulling your hips closer to him for better access. "santallier?" he asked, increasing his intensity and hitting all your pleasure spots just right. you moaned in response, unable to form words as pleasure consumed you.

"hm? use your words," he taunted, noticing how much he was affecting you. he kept up with the same speed and pressure, knowing he had found just the right spot to drive you wild.

your back arches as you claw at his back, overcome with ecstasy. you know you're close to reaching your limit if he keeps going.

"he's been around you a lot lately. does he know you're not interested?" he asks, thrusting into you.

"hah~ i-i don't know," you manage to gasp out in response.

in one swift movement, he pulls out and positions you so that now you are bent over his desk, one leg up and your backside exposed to him. a wave of disappointment washes over you momentarily, wondering if the euphoria will continue in this new position. but those doubts are quickly replaced with pleasure as he enters you, hitting your g-spot almost immediately. this might just be your new favorite position - it's definitely going to be good.

he notices how much you enjoy this position as your back arches and you push yourself against him. "you naughty girl," he growls in your ear as he slaps your ass. he leans over your shoulder, playing with your breasts with one hand while using the other for support. "you don't know?" he asks, trailing kisses down your neck as he continues to thrust into you.

"no," you repeat, each thrust causing the desk to rock back and forth.

"does he know that i'm fucking you like this?" he demands, thrusting harder into you.

"n-no," you respond again, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

"does your boyfriend know how much you crave me? how you beg for me, bent over my desk like a good little girl?" you know that he's jealous and upset. neuvillette knows that you and santallier have nothing but a friendship going on. but yet, his words make your heart race as the sound of your bodies colliding fills the room. your moans and grunts mix together in a perfect harmony of pleasure. you can hardly contain yourself as you reach your climax, your vision beginning to blur. all that matters is showing neuvillette how good he makes you feel.

"am i still just a distraction to you?" you taunt him, moving your hips in circles on him. you know this hits a nerve, driving him crazy. he picks up his pace, his eyes narrowing with determination as if fucking away his regrets was possible. with every thrust, he vows to spend the rest of his life making it up to you until all of this becomes a distant memory. but for now, all he can do is fuck you harder and deeper, trying to make amends.

"i-i'm about to-" you manage to say before losing yourself completely in ecstasy. the sounds of his grunts and the force of his pelvis hitting against your body push you over the edge into pure bliss. he can barely contain himself either, consumed by the sight of your beautiful ass bouncing on top of him and knowing that he's the reason for your pleasure. as he feels himself nearing climax, you utter the words that release all inhibitions within him.

"cum inside me, neuvillette, please."

a switch flicks inside of him. just like that, he releases all of his load into you at the same time as you reach your peak on him; your legs shaking as a messy stream of white holds the two of you together. you both are panting, heart rates at maximum as your head collapses onto his desk in exhaustion. he leans over your bent body and kisses your head, leaving breathless kisses along your neck. slowly, he withdraws from you, a thin string of stickiness connecting the two of you until it breaks.

"come here," he says, picking you up effortlessly and holding you bridal style. you let out a yelp as he moves so suddenly, your sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

he carries you to a red velvet couch by the fire and sets you down gently. from where you lie, you watch as he walks away to get a soft blanket, admiring his form with a soft smile. he soon joins you on the couch, draping the warm blanket over your bodies while enjoying the heat from the fire. you look up at him and smile, and he returns the gesture with a soft smile before planting a delicate kiss on your forehead. a strand of hair falls in front of your eyes and he brushes it away.

you gaze into his deep purple eyes, filled with intense emotions. as he looks back into yours, with the reflection of the embers from the fireplace dancing within them, he can't help but think that you are the most beautiful person in all of teyvat - dare he say even in all of celestia.

"no, you're not a distraction to me," he whispers gently while planting kisses on your head between each word, causing you to giggle at the ticklish sensation. "let me make it up to you," he adds.

you eagerly accept his offer, feeling your heart flutter as you plant a kiss on his cheek, hopeful for the future between the two of you. "i love you," you whisper.

the smile on his face reflects that of fontaine's tranquil streams - serene yet ever-flowing. "i love you too, moonflower."

[jeankluv]

Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 21

words: 3,9k

summary:While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths. Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

warning this chapter: injuries, hospital, abusive behavior

tags:modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

notes: hi, I’m even embarrassed of posting after so long but I’m sooooo busy and I don’t find time to write. Also I said Birdie was going to last till chapter 30 but tbh I think it will reach at least chapter 25, we are in the final part of the story for Satoru and Birdie. The final part of this chapter and the next one are going to be somehow the breaking point for the story. I don’t want to extend the story bc it would feel repetitive and I don’t want to add drama to this story bc it was never my intention with this one, this one was more like a college romcom.

jujutsu Kaisen materialist | ao3

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“So are you sure you won’t be able to go?” Kyoko asked you.

“Yeah…” You said leaving the books on the table. “Haibara’s sister can’t go, she is getting ready for her college exams and Haibara has the match.” You shrugged. “I told Satoru and even though he is a bit sad, he says that once the summer breaks begins he will make sure to spend time together.”

“Is he taking you somewhere?” Kyoko smiled. 

“He doesn’t want to tell me, but I think he is planning something with Suguru…” You looked at her, closing your eyes a little bit. “So tell me… what do you know?”

“I don’t know much, but I saw on Suguru’s phone something about Okinawa.” She smiled. “Have you been to Okinawa?”

“No, but it’s beautiful, right?” 

“So beautiful.” She smiled. “Ah! If they are taking us there I might actually pass away, this would be our first trip together as couples.” 

“And also for the two of us together.” You pointed out. 

“It’s true! I’m so excited!” She said with a big smile. “I’m so happy for us.” She said in a nostalgic tone. “I’m so happy to see you opening more, and to see this romantic side of you.” She said. 

You rolled your eyes. “You are just exaggerating things.” 

“Not at all.” She smiled. “And I will see it right now, look who is coming.” 

Your head turned and you saw Satoru coming to where you two were.

“There is…” Kyoko said. “That light that you get when you see him.”

“Kyoko shhh…” You said embarrassed.

Satoru then sat next to you, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, making you flushed.

“So cute.” Kyoko said with a mocking tone.

“Enough!” You said back.

“But she is right, you are so cute.” Satoru said. “Suguru is not…”

“I know, he is busy. But it’s okay because I’m enjoying seeing my best friend all embarrassed.”

You rolled your eyes as you shook your head. “And why are we still best friends?”

“Whatever…now Satoru why don’t you tell us about Okinawa?” Kyoko narrowed her eyes as she looked closely to Satoru.

“What about Okinawa?!” His voice came out a bit pitchy, it was clear he knew.

“Yeah…” This time you spoke. “Tell us.”

“I don’t know what you two are talking about!” He stood up. “Let’s go, you need to work.” He said leaving both our you there laughing.

“We will have to look out for bikinis.” Kyoko joked.

“I will see you at home.” You waved at her goodbye as you started to walk towards Satoru.

As usual the ride to your work was filled with laughter and new conversations between the both of you, sometimes you wished those rides could last longer because you wanted to know more about Satoru, hear him laugh all the time. Just simply spend time with him. 

Maybe Kyoko was right, maybe you were losing it due to how in love you were.

“Thank you for taking me to work.” You said taking your bag.

“You are my girlfriend, it’s what I should do.” He said.

“Yeah, but there is no need ‘Toru…” You responded.

“Whatever, I know tomorrow you won’t be there.” He looked to the back seats, searching for something. “And it makes me sad, because I wanted to see you with this and I wanted everyone to see you wearing it, but here you have it.” He gave you a bag.

“What is this?” You said with a small smile on your lips and looking at him. “Oh! Satoru!” 

“It has my name on it.” He smiled proudly.

“But I won’t be there.” You said, with a sad smile and touching his name on the shirt.

“It doesn’t matter, I want you to have it.” He said. “You can always wear it while you are working. That way everyone knows who is your favorite player.”

You smiled, ready to tease him. “Then, you got the wrong name.” 

“Huh?” 

“It should say Nanami here.” You tried not to burst into laughter as you watched his expression.

“Oh birdie, don’t tease me or else, you will be late for work.” He grabbed your chin and looked at you with desire.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I will make sure to wear it.” 

“Okay.” He then kissed your lips. “I will see you.” You hummed in response. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” You said leaving the car and waving at him goodbye. 

You watched as Satoru disappeared in his car down that street. Tomorrow was a big day for him and the entire team. You couldn't be there to support him physically, but you hoped that wearing his shirt during the game while you worked would serve as a lucky charm.

Satoru Gojo POV

Satoru moved his arms as he warmed up. There were about 15 minutes left before the match started. Normally he didn't get nervous, but at that moment Satoru felt something strange. Something that had been bothering him since that morning.

His phone vibrated on his pocket, making him drop his arms to the side and taking the phone out.

A smile appeared on Satoru’s face as soon as he read the notification that popped out on his screen.

It was just two words and one emoji, but it was enough to make him happy and for that strange sensation to disappear from his check. 

“Good luck 🫶”

He stayed staring at that screen for quite some time, finally your classes were ending next week. The project he fight so much to get paired with you, was due on Wednesday and after that you were both free from your classes until the next course, the last one. 

You still needed to work during the summer, but Satoru had everything planned, he was going to make sure that was the best summer for both of you. 

With his blue eyes still locked on the screen he started typing: I wish you were here—

“How cute, the captain all flustered by someone.” Satoru stopped typing as soon as he heard that voice.

“Sukuna…” He said looking at his ex colleague standing in the door. “This is not your team’s room, leave.”

“Why? Can’t I say hi to my dear captain?” He said with a smirk. “I heard you got a girlfriend and that she is not coming today.” 

“That’s none of your business.” Satoru turned around, breaking the eye contact with Sukuna. 

“I hope that’s not a distraction for you.” He kept on talking. “I won’t hold myself up.”

“Sukuna leave…” Satoru said between his teeth. “Or you want what happened last year to happen again?”

“Don’t play silly Gojo.” Sukuna walked towards Satoru. “And don’t threaten me, I won’t be nice today.”

“Ryomen, what are you doing here?” Yaga appeared on the door.

“Oh coach!” Sukuna acted surprised. “Just wishing Gojo good luck for today’s match.” He smiled, as if he was innocent. “Anyways, I will leave you alone, see you in a few minutes Gojo.” 

With that Sukuna disappeared from the room, leaving Satoru and Yaga alone. “Gojo…”

“Nothing, you know Sukuna, he only came here to bother me.” Satoru said. “He is still mad about what happened last year.”

“You know it was not your fault Sukuna was kicked out right?” Yaga said, approaching him.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, now there is a match to win. It’s the end of the season, remember coach?” He smiled passing by Yaga’s side. 

Before Satoru knew it, the clock had started ticking and the sound of shoes, hair and the screams of the fans filled his ears.

Satoru moved fluidly around the court, leading his teammates and setting up plays with precision. His blue eyes always following the ball. The pace of the game was intense, each possession feeling like a battle as the score went up point by point. 

But Sukuna was relentless. Every time Satoru touched the ball, Sukuna was there, pressing hard on defense, Satoru had noticed how his eyes sparkled with mischief and some darkness in them. But Satoru remained composed and continued with the game, keeping his cool even as Sukuna’s taunts echoed around him. 

“Are you sure you’re focused, captain?” Sukuna taunted as they collided mid-game, their shoulders colliding with a force that made the crowd gasp. “Or are you too distracted thinking about your kitty?” Sukuna laughed mockingly. 

Satoru didn’t answer, instead he headed for the basket, evading Sukuna and scoring a perfect shot. The crowd erupted into an uproar and his teammates cheered, clapping him on the back, but he could still feel Sukuna’s gaze on him. Satoru couldn’t hide his anger, his fists and jaw clenched, as he remembered how Sukuna had referred to you. 

During a timeout, Suguru pulled Satoru aside, his voice low but firm. “Don’t let it go to your head. This is just another game. Focus on your game plan, not Sukuna.”

Satoru nodded and took a deep breath. “I’m fine, Suguru…” But he wasn’t, he could feel the familiar spark of rivalry growing. A part of him knew that Sukuna was trying to distract him, but another part, one he couldn't ignore, was determined to show Sukuna that he couldn't be defeated. 

As the final quarter began, the game was very evenly matched. Both teams were racing with adrenaline from one side to the other, exhaustion taking over as each second passed.

But then everything shifted.

Satoru had the ball in his hand when he felt how Sukuna came running to him. Sukuna launched himself at him from the side, his shoulders slamming hard into Satoru’s ribs. 

The force of the blow was intense, unexpected, and he immediately felt blinding pain shoot through Satoru’s body. He staggered, his vision blurred, and within seconds he collapsed to the court, overcome with pain. His head hit the ground, and Satoru started to feel how everything around him began to darken and his name was being called in the distance.

Your POV

You look at the clock that was on the wall as you waited for the lady to give you the money. The match was probably over by know.

You were anxious to know the result and excited to see Satoru’s smiling face telling you they won. 

Your eyes were again on the old lady who was in front of you and who carefully was counting each penny she had on her hands to give you the payment. 

“Here you go.” The old woman said with a smile. 

You offered her a polite smile and gave her her bag with what she bought. “Thank you for coming.” 

The store was once again empty, it was just you and the sound of the machines that store the food as a distant sound. You pulled your phone out from your pocket, expecting excited messages from Satoru and from Kyoko. But you were met with a black screen, your old phone was dead, it ran out of battery without you noticing it. 

A sighed escaped from your lips as you went to the employee’s room and searched for the cable to charge your phone. 

Leaving aside the present you were going to give Satoru once he was there you carefully connected the phone and left it on the side when you heard the noise of the door opening.

Maybe it was him. He came?

You stepped outside the room, expecting to see the white hair of Satoru shining brightly under the lights of the store. But your smile quickly dropped when you saw Haibara and Nanami’s face.

Normally you would be excited but the look on their faces was telling you otherwise.

Before you could speak, Nanami spoke. “Something happened.” 

Something cold run through yourself as Nanami’s words sank on your chest. “What…?”

Haibara called out your name as he approached you. “You need to leave with Kento. I will stay here don’t worry.” 

Your mind was raising, confused and with thousand of questions popping. Nanami took your arm and without a word he guide you to his car. 

“Wait…” You said before entering. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“Hayashi didn’t send you a message?” Nanami asked.

“My phone died, it ran out of battery… doesn’t matter! Why did Kyoko send me a message? What is going on?” You exploded.

“It’s Gojo.” You knew you were losing your strength. “He had an accident during the match.” 

An accident? What?

“He is at the hospital right now…” He continued, but you could only hear him far away from you. Until he called you back. “Geto and Hayashi are there and our coach is also there. But Haibara and I came to pick you.”

“Is he… is he okay?” You trembled, scared of knowing the answer.

“I don’t know, he didn’t look good when they took him out of the match.” The air that was on your lugs once again disappeared as you listened to Nanami’s words.

“But how…? How did it happened?”

“It was a player from another team, he had problems in the past with Gojo and… he took it out today with Gojo.” Nanami explained. “He was unconscious when they took him, Geto asked as to come here for you and take you straight to the hospital.”

You nodded, shaking as every word started to process one by one in your mind. “Yeah… we should get going.”

The car ride was silent, your leg moved up and down as you felt how the suffocating knot that had formed in your stomach now settled in your body, practically leaving you without breathing. You had too many questions, but none of them came out of your lips, it was almost as if you didn't have enough strength to articulate a word.

The ride seemed endless, each second felt longer than the last. Every breath felt shallow and your mind was racing, like you were one of those Formula 1 cars, you were terrified to know its condition and completely angry towards the person who had done this to Satoru.

You felt Nanami’s eyes staring at you and then his voice echoed in the car. “We will be there soon… Captain Gojo is strong…” He whispered the last part as if he was a reminder for himself too.

You slightly nodded, still anxious and distressed. 

When you arrived you didn’t even wait for the car to stop before exiting and running towards the entrance of the emergency room. Nanami’s voice called your name but you didn’t pay attention to him, you searched for some familiar faces, you needed to know his state. See him.

The pulse in your heart went straight to your ears when you saw Kyoko and Suguru’s silhouette not far from where you were. You were afraid of getting closer and hearing what they knew. 

“Oh…” Kyoko gasped when she saw you. “You are here!” She hugged you. “I tried calling you but it said it was off.”

“My phone, it ran out of battery…” You whispered against her. “Kyoko, what…”

“He is stable now…” Suguru spoke this time, his voice was shaky. “They gave him painkillers for his rib and the contusion on the head was not serious. He will be okay.”

You nodded. “How did it happened?” You asked Suguru.

“It was an ex-team member… he… he got in a fight with Satoru last year and after that he got kicked out of the team.” Suguru explained. “And today…” 

“Is he crazy?” You said. “Hurting someone over a…”

“It’s okay…” Kyoko tried to calm you down.

“You can go in.” Suguru said. “I’m sure that he will be glad to see you once he wakes up.”

As you followed Suguru’s steps to the room where Satoru was, Kyoko never once let your hand go. Giving you the support you desperately need it. As you stood in front of the door, you opened with shaky hands and entered it. It was completely quiet and Satoru was in the hospital bed, sleep.

You felt the sensation in your stomach growing bigger as you got closer to the bed. Studying his face, you noticed how it was paler than usual, you felt a pang of sadness as you noticed that.

Satoru was always smiling, cheerful, radiant and now… he was there, in a hospital bed, unconscious. 

Your trembling fingers touched his white snowy hair. “Satoru…” You gently whispered, hoping for your nickname you used to hate so much to come out of his mouth.

But nothing happened, the only sound in the room was the monitors tracking his heart rate. You held his hand and sat next to him. 

Minutes started to pass as you kept on waiting for him to come back to you. You leaned forward, resting your head on the edge of his bed and closing your eyes to breathe in his familiar scent, calming your nerves. Despite the worry that was gnawing at you, the steady beat of his heart brought you a small comfort, a reminder that he was still there.

Last time you were in a hospital was when your grandma was about to pass away. You never liked hospitals, those white walls reminded you of back when you were little after the accident with your mother. Now you knew what happened and that dislike was only bigger. 

It was like you were always in a position where you had to see your loved ones suffering. Suguru said he was going to be okay, but despite that you were scared, scared of the possibility of losing him. 

You knew that your love was going fast but for some reason you felt like it was meant to be, that it was the type of love you would find in books, in films, in songs. 

“Satoru…” You whispered once again, squishing his hand. “Please come back, come back to me.” 

Your eyes began to grow heavy as the door softly opened, a man and a woman entering the room. Their expressions were neither warm nor eager, but reserved, almost cold. You swallowed hard as their gazes fell on you, you felt like they were analyzing you completely with those looks, they were almost telling you that you didn't deserve to be in that place. You didn't hesitate for a second to know who they were, they were Satoru's parents, but unlike Satoru, the gaze of those two people lacked warmth. Their gazes moved to stop at your hand that held Satoru's. 

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly and her lips pressed into a thin line as she watched you at her side. 

"Are you... Satoru's friend?" His mother finally asked, with a sharp tone that almost froze your blood. She barely waited for your nod before pressing her lips together even more. “I didn’t expect my son to have *guests*,” she continued, a subtle disdain in her voice. “Especially considering the kind of company he usually keeps.”

Her husband nodded slightly, giving you a subtle look. “I’m sure you’re… worried about him.” He said. “But this is a family matter. You’d better leave.”

The disdain was clear in his words, and the pain of it cut deep. Satoru’s parents clearly saw you as an outsider, someone who didn’t deserve to be here during such a crucial time. You hesitated, looking back at Satoru, unsure if you should let go of his hand. 

But the sight of him lying there, pale and vulnerable, hardened something inside you. Satoru had been there for you when you needed him most, you weren’t about to leave now, especially not when you knew of the abusive behaviors of those two people towards Satoru. 

With a calm breath, you looked up and met the icy gaze of his mother. “With all due respect, I’m not leaving. Satoru means a lot to me and I’ll be here when he wakes up.”

You held his hand a little tighter, feeling both protective and defiant. You would stay, no matter what they thought. Satoru was there because of someone else's cruelty, and you were determined to be there when he opened his eyes, to be the face that reminded him that he was loved, even if his own parents couldn't see the strength of the bond you shared.

His father laughed slightly, a laugh that could be straight from a villain. “Don’t tell me you are the real reason why our son is refusing to leave that stupid degree…”

You blinked slowly, as your mouth parted trying to talk. “What…?”

This time Satoru’s mother moved closer to you, with her arms crossed in her chest and her lips still in a thin line. “We told Satoru he should focus on the family business, think about what the family needs and he still refused and acted like a little kid. But apparently he prefers to throw that away for…” She took a lock of your hair and looked at you with those cold eyes, which although in color resembled Satoru's, everything else was completely unknown. “For someone like you.”

You felt how you were getting slapped across the face with those sharp words. “I’m sorry, but with all the respect. Satoru is his own person, who is capable of making his decisions and chooses what makes him happy. If you pay attention to him you would know he…”

Satoru’s father's laugh cut you off, leaving you muted as that laugh filled the room. “You are playing with fire, you know? Satoru has the potential to be one of the best lawyers and own the market within a few years, and position our family at the top. But you appeared and as stubborn he is now suddenly he is not listening to us. And look at him, here laying down in a hospital bed because he was probably too distracted thinking about you to pay attention to the game.”

The blood on your veins started to boil as those words hit you. “Satoru is doing what he wants, which makes him truly happy. He is not someone to bow for someone else's desires.”

“People could never understand what it means to be part of a family like ours.” This time his mother spoke. 

Your heart pounded with anger on your chest, you didn’t want to show them any weakness but it was becoming harder with each passing moment. 

“You came to the party with our son right?” His mother spoke once again. “It was not difficult for us to track you down…” Your eyes narrowed. “No family, works in a grocery store and you are on scholarship.”

“I have a family…”

“Dead…”

If you could describe what you were seeing at that moment it was red, just red. Your whole self was full of anger, your heart was racing on your chest, while you were trying to calm yourself down. 

This time Satoru’s time spoke. “You think he will thank you for this someday? For being the reason why he is wasting his potential.”

It was one after the other, one punch after another. You always felt you were a strong person, who didn’t let yourself bow down for anyone, but at that moment you were feeling like they threw you at the lions and there was nothing you could do. 

You strongly closed your eyes, trying to stop any tear that was trying to come out.

“Leave…” A voice sounded in the room and you felt how your heart started to warm again, as if was coming back to life.

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[viiper1]

Armin Arlert relationship headcanons

(Please excuse my English it is not my first language)

• Loves to hold your hands.

• Any chance he gets he will try to hold your hands.

• One time when it was summer you told him you didn’t want to hold his hand because you would sweat and he looked so heartbroken, it was like you told him you killed his pet.

• Often time he’ll just play with your hand, he’ll take your palm and draw invisible shapes on it with his finger or just stroke your palm with his thumbs or fingers.

• He lets you draw on his arms and hands when you’re bored.

• His top three love languages are physical touch, acts of service and words of affirmation.

• Loves to lend a helping hand.

• He loves to do stuff for you. In the mornings he’ll make you coffee/tee or breakfast. He’ll fill your gas tank for you or wash your car. He’ll often surprise you with your favorite snacks or buy you a small thoughtful gift.

• And of course he helps you study, he’ll make sure you study enough for upcoming exams and tests, we all already know that he’s a very good tutor and your grades really improved thanks to him.

• He loves it when you tell him how much you love him and when you compliment him.

• He can be quite clingy at times but that never really bothers you.

• Whenever he goes on a walk he will come back with a handpicked flower for you that he thought was really pretty.

• Loves to rant about the current book he’s reading.

• You two often like to read together. You lay on his arms as the both of you quietly read the book, you’re the one turning the pages because he’s much faster at reading than you are.

• One time when you two read at night you fell asleep on his arm, when he noticed he put the book away and then he went to asleep as well.

• When you spot a spider and tell him to get rid of it, he’ll try to bring it outside instead of killing it.

��� Loves to Admire you and just look at you. His gaze often stares at you while you work or study or do anything really and he’ll look at you all in love. One time Jean and Connie caught him staring at you like that and teased him for it.

LIKE THIS

• Pictures. He looooves taking pictures of you. Often it’s off guard pictures of you were you weren’t even aware that he was taking them but SOMEHOW he always takes the best pictures of you no matter if you were aware that he took one or not.

• His photo gallery is full of you.

• He has an extra folder called “my love” with every photo of you that he has in his gallery.

• You are his background picture on his phone.

• He has a Polaroid picture of you in his wallet.

• Sunset beach walks.

(While holding hands ofc)

• Aquarium dates.

Ty for reading <3

[scholarlyshifter]

I finished studying for my exam today, so I am going to yap about my miraculous DR for a bit

Changes to canon I made:

Everyone is in 11th grade instead of 9th, so they are 16/17 instead of 14/15

French high schools don't have specialties so everyone will be at the same high school

The main 2 miraculous have a 3rd, the Phoenix, which symbolizes rebirth.

PEOPLE DON'T WEAR THE SAME OUTFIT EVERYDAY

It's real people, not a cartoon

teens use the same slang that I use

The Phoenix Miraculous:

The jewelry is a golden phoenix necklace (see center image above)

Kwami's name is Ember

Outfit, idk, it's generally phoenix themed with a skirt looking thing around the waist and my hair gets red, orange, and yellow streaks in it.

I receive it at the same time as Ladybug and Chat get theirs'

Symbolizes rebirth

The power is "Rekindle" which can repair a broken object to the state it would be most helpful in, so if it was broken originally it would be fixed to it's "like new" state or better; think fixing an old fridge but turning it to a smart fridge in the process.

In dire situations "Rekindle" can be used to bring an ally back to peak condition, so Ladybug would be able to do Lucky Charm again without detransforming, but using this can leave me exhausted and I might detransform faster than usual

I worked really hard on the wings so they get their own section:

20 feet/6 meter wingspan because that is what humans would need to fly

So they are massive, and closer to their base on my back they look more like embers, dark feathers with some streaks of red and orange

The upper edge is on the darker side, so still some embers and dark reds

They fade to a orange-yellow as they get closer to the ends of the feathers

Unlike Ladybug's yo-yo and Chat's staff the wings are actually attached to me so when I first transform I have to learn how to balance with them and control them separately

Flight is finicky at first but after a month or so of consistent practice I am able to fly myself easily and carry one of my partners if necessary

The transformation into my superhero form is more intense and painful than the others' because I am literally growing 2 new limbs, and on my back where the wings grow out can be sore once I detransform

other than flight, my wings can be used as a shield, either for my partners or civilians

Can also launch feathers as projectiles but using this a lot with time for feathers to grow back can leave it difficult to fly

Generally there is a much steeper learning curve for me to use my wings, or even walk without falling over, than is is for Ladybug's yo-yo and Chat's staff

The painful transformation symbolizes the struggle and renewal that the Phoenix symbolizes

Me!:

I'm an orphan, let's get that out of the way, don't want to deal with parents

Instead of being in an orphanage or something, I live and work at a fire station

Because I have school I normally work nights, 2 nights on, 2 nights off, typically

Work both EMS and Fire

People at the fire house treat me like a daughter, and are fine with taking my shifts if I look like I am about to pass out or I ask them to

I live at the firehouse and have my own little dorm, it is built to house 4-6 people, normally college students or the like, but currently, and until I leave (never) they are all empty but mine

So, overall, I have good housing and a decent stipend

idk how to describe my style, but it's very cool

maybe if dark academia had a baby with a biker

I wear a lot of skirts and like doing my make up because I don't really do either of those in this reality and I want to

My first shift will be the first day of school aka the day I get my miraculous

People my age are either scared or attracted to me, or both

I had a glow up over summer as I started working at the firehouse and became for confident so not many people recognize me on the first day even if we've been in the same class since elementary school

I will be absolutely eating up my wolf cut and later on I dye red streaks or maybe a Narcissa Malfoy type thing

Little bit of angst, but unlike Mari and Adrien who become more confident when they transform, at first I am the opposite because I haven't mastered my wings

That is it for now

This song doesn't have anything to do with this but I really like it so:

[milkoomi]

january ‘25 recap. ᥫ᭡

i wanted to start doing monthly recaps for this year! these posts will all be under my tag: #faustina’s diary !! think of these as diary entries! i’ll also be including other things that may be helpful to you guys as well!

gratitude —

1. i’m grateful for reading more

i’ve been wanting to get back into reading for a very long time now, and the time has finally come! i’m currently reading two books! one is “emily wilde’s encyclopedia of faeries” and the other is “a short history of medicine”. i’m surprised i started my reading journey with not one, but two books! both books have been so interesting to me. i got the medicine one because i’m studying to be in the medical field and i want to expand my knowledge on medicine! and the other is one i’ve been dying to read since last summer!

how you can start reading more …

set aside 15-20 minutes each day to read!

reread your favorite books!

start off with shorter novels!

2. i’m grateful for the spring semester

my semester started off a little rocky, but everything quickly got resolved! i was a little nervous, especially since this semester is my last semester before my externship and i can start working full-time in the medical field! we’re learning so many cool new things and skills in the program i’m in and i’m looking forward to all that we’ll be doing!

academic affirmations …

i am capable of achieving all my academic goals

academic success comes naturally to me

i am brilliant and my brilliance gifts me success

3. i’m grateful for closing chapters & new beginnings

throughout this entire month, i’ve been closer and closer to closing a specific chapter of my life and starting a new one! especially career wise! i have worked at my current job for two years now, and i originally did not plan to stay at this job for this long, but now i’m getting closer to leaving this job and moving into my dream career in the medical field!

journaling prompts to use for reflection …

how have you changed this month? are you proud of this change?

is there anything you regret from this month? what will you do differently next month to prevent having any regrets?

what is one goal you want to set for yourself next month?

goals —

1. pass my vital sign testing

in the program i’m in, we’ll be getting tested on our vital sign skills (blood pressure, pulse/respirations, height/weight, & temp) and this exam will determine if we get first pick for our externship or not and i’m determined to be in the top group for passing this exam! i really want to work in general surgery, ob/gyn, or psychiatry!

2. go on more dates with my fiancé

my fiancé and i spend a lot of time together since we basically live together, but we’re also both so extremely busy with our own separate lives. we both made it a goal for the entire year to have more dates! we’ve started off by having more at-home dinner dates but we also want to go to museums together, restaurant dates, and a whole bunch of other stuff!

3. expand my content

i’ve been having so much fun on this blog and creating the content i’ve been posting, but i want to expand my content creation! so one of my goals for the month of february is to kickstart my youtube channel and/or build more for this blog (i.e. create a set posting schedule, make newsletters for this blog [i’ve been inspired by my lovely mutual @glowettee & one of my favorite bloggers @malusokay 🤍), and make my blog’s community more interactive)!

write out 3 of your own goals!

bring out your journal and write down your goals for the month of february! they can be as big or small as you want them to be!

january favorites —

[ every month i’ll create a list of my favorite things from the month! it’ll be a compendium of youtubers, music, makeup, books, movies/shows, and even posts i’ve created that i’m proud of! ]

youtubers:

Emalilyn - “study with me” content, lots of videos incorporating the pomodoro method + relaxing lofi background music!

Mikayla Mags - lifestyle content, study/academic related videos, & vlogs!

Thewizardliz - motivational “podcasts” on aspects like self-improvement, confidence, leveling up; essentially the “it-girl” bible

clarisseintheclouds - content similar to Mikayla Mags but with a more introverted feel! very calming & relaxing energy!

books:

Emily Wilde’s Encyclopedia of Faeries by heather fawcett

A Short History of Medicine by steve parker

Nana by ai yazawa

movies/shows:

Priscilla

Gilmore Girls

Grey’s Anatomy

makeup:

haus labs by lady gaga triclone skin tech medium coverage foundation

one size on til dawn setting spray

colourpop pressed powder blush - shade: classic pink

blog posts i’m proud of:

a new canvas means a new you - mini series

this was my first ever series on this blog that i created for the new year & the amount of love it received made me so unbelievably happy! i’m truly so grateful that this series helped so many of you and, honestly, creating it even helped me!

how to study effectively

if there’s anything to know about me, it’s that my studies are a huge priority for me. i started off my college years not knowing how to properly study, but as time went on i gradually learned how! and being able to teach you guys what i’ve learned in my academic career made me feel so accomplished!

faustina’s style guide - chapter one

i love fashion and i’ve always wanted to do more with it like creating content related to it! i don’t know if it’s because of my leo energy, but getting dressed up and looking my best is always a necessity for me even if i’m just going grocery shopping! my best friend and i are fashion fanatics (my bestie actually created a fashion blog as well! go check it out @cloudee-pup 🤍), and i wanted to bring my thoughts of style/aesthetics/clothes to a larger audience! i’m really looking forward to continuing this series!

final thoughts —

january has been a wonderful month so far and i seriously can’t express enough in words how thankful i am for that. 2025 has started off wonderfully for me and i can’t wait to experience all the new opportunities i have lined up for myself this year. this month has truly given me a first look at how the rest of my year will go, and i’m seeing a lot of new growth for myself and starting new chapters of my life!

write a letter to your future self! what are you looking forward to experiencing? what do you want them to know? any tips or pieces of advice?

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[ashs-nerd-den]

Studyblr prompt Week 1 - My Study space

I usually study either my desk or by bed, but nobody is seeing my bed on here, and I did up my desk at the start of the summer to make it ADHD friendly, which I have been dying to show off, so this is the perfect opportunity to do so.

The peg board is not only aesthetically pleasing, it is an ADHD saviour. The clear storage means that I can actually see stuff so that way I dont forget that they exist. The pretty notebooks add the aesthetic which draws me in to study and makes it seem more appealing to my brain.

The temporary dumping box is where I throw things when I don't have the energy to put them away because it prevents mess and when I do have the energy, I don't have to pick everything up around the room because they're all in 1 spot.

A lot of people put up pictures of their goals, like their dream university, or the exam results that they want. I put up pictures of my grandparents (that's what's behind the hearts). If I turn out even 1% as amazing as any of them, I will die happy, because they are the most incredible people ever. I'm considering shuffling things around a bit so I can put up a picture of one of my aunties because she is beyond amazing and she is currently doing her masters in psychology (the field I want to go into) while raising her kids and being a carer. I don't use Pinterest for inspiration, my family is more than inspirational enough for me. I could go on for hours about how extraordinary each of them are, but I'll save yous the time.

The water bottle hole was probably for a pen holder, but neither of my pen mugs fit and it gives me a designated place to put my drink so that I don't forget about it, which is good because last time I checked humans need water and not just lucozade and coffee.

There are even more highlighters in the drawer because they are one of my special interests and I love them (I have more in my school pencil case and a full pencil case of highlighters)

Everything is visible with no covering or lids because I will forget that they exist. Adhd object impermance is a BIG thing in my house, and when I say big, I mean it.

The tumb tacs and paper clips are once again part of a stationary special interest that I have had since I was around 8

The different shaped sticky strips and sticky speech bubbles are for annotating things in a way that gets my brain to actually want to look at it. You might be recognising a recurring theme here. If it isn't right infront of me and looks fun, my brain doesn't cooperate.

The day planner is because I want to try to work out a way to do bullet journaling that works for ADHD. Like the way that it was originally created for. But all of the resources are aimed at neurotypicals and nobody can find resources on how to us it for ADHD anymore, even though that was the whole purpose of them (this is not hate towards any neurotypicals that use them, this is hatred of the fact that so many of our resources get shared to neurotypicals and then we lose access to them)

This was longer and more rambly than intended, but I'm both mentally and physically exhausted so I'll probably edit this tomorrow because once it goes into the drafts, it never comes out.

[cheriden]

「 オトナブルー otonablue 」 。。。

The realization that he’s been gaping at you for a while hits him hard, clearing his throat as he comments, “You look stupid.” You fake a punch midair at his oh-so-insightful critique, pouting. Soobin notes the pink sheen that coats your bottom lip, feeling his heart stutter on itself.

── synopsis 。Celebrating your entry to senior high school, you decide to change your style up a bit.

pairing 。choi soobin x f! reader

.ᐟ genre 。fluff

.ᐟ tags 。high-school au, friends to lovers

.ᐟ status & word count 。oneshot | 2.59k

.ᐟ warnings/notes 。reader is fem presenting and has insecurity/vanity issues, as always i did not proofread

It’s summer; the station bustles with movement—passengers on their phones and overhead systems announcing the arrival of the upcoming train. The pathetic whirs of the overhead fan do nothing to quench heat, small children running around even as the floor is shrouded in something sticky, further aggravating you. Afraid of missing the next ride, you yank at Soobin to get his attention.

He’s busy though, entertaining a flock of girls currently plaguing him about himself. Soobin was never the type to leave a person hanging, more out of the fear of one’s judgment over pride for himself. “My type?” He ponders, ignoring your incessant curses and the gush of the passing vehicle. It takes off, only urging the brunette to stall further out of spite for your punching at his midrib. “Someone tall and pretty, with a confident personality. Preferably older.” Eavesdropping, though can you really call it that?, you glance at how the group deflates his response, even as you’re busy annoying him. He excuses himself, points at the train behind him prior to interlocking his arm with yours, and drags you away to the loading platform with your eyes still on the girls.

They’re captivating, towering and slim; you’re pretty sure you’ve seen idols and celebrities wear something similar, and you can’t help but stare down on yourself. You look homely: A plain house shirt that isn’t quite a type fit nor oversized, green cargo shorts that stop at your knees, flat sneakers that don’t do your height any favors and a hello kitty hair clip you’ve had since birth messily clamped into your hair. Lost in thought, you’re almost mauled by the door as the taller pulls you inside. He tuts, “We’re gonna be late because of you.” Rolling your eyes, you plop down onto one of the seats, Soobin following suit. “We’re late because you were busy flirting,” you retort, “late. On the first day, nonetheless.” A scowl spreads across his face, using two fingers to push your forehead, causing you to bump your head against the metal. “We wouldn’t need a review center if you didn’t flunk your statistics class.” Reaching to yank his hair, you fall short and stick your tongue out at him instead. “And why are you here? Because if my memory proves me right, you’re on the verge of failing it too.” The next stop frees up space, opting for Soobin to sit next to you. “Your mom ratted out about this place to my mom. I was gonna pass just fine” A rather obnoxious laugh falls from your mouth, earning the judging glares of random passersby. “If “just fine” is you randomly filling out your bubble test sheet, then I guess we’d all be just fine.” “Stop doing those air quote things!” He groans, swatting your fingers. “You’ll see. I'll finish all my work early and be free for the rest of the break.”

“It doesn’t work like that, idiot. You know what, it doesn’t even matter.” You lie, more for yourself than for him. “I doubt college entrance exams have it, I heard they don’t allow calculators.” Shaking his head, he presses his head on the window, trying to figure out the upcoming terminal. “Nah, you’re expected to do it mentally. Get up, this is our stop.” Mouth falling open, you try to collect yourself as Soobin yanks you up. “Are they insane?! How do they expect me to do all that in under an hour?” He shrugs, arms on your shoulders as you navigate the current of bodies. It’s summer, yet fate has you running back and forth the city studying for exams and running chores.

Half of your subconscious is listening to the instructor as she points at the whiteboard about—well, you don’t really know. The other half focuses on the magazine in your lap, free hand flipping through the pages as the other (pretends to) solve the problem in your workbook. A noise resounds through the hardwood desk, and you look up to see that the source is your seatmate’s ballpen. Relief fills your body as you pull all your attention onto the lesson, though it’s cut short when you see a notebook slide onto your side of the shared table. The sheet reads: “What are you looking at?” Nudging the pad over to you, you write back, “Fashion inspo. Want a makeover,“ with a sad face haphazardly sketched beside it. The other moves inches near the side of your face, voice small and low as she whispers. “Meet me in the women’s room after our session.”

The giddy feeling doesn’t leave your body, not as you were impatiently rushing through the activities, and not as you wait inside the washroom like a child waiting for their parent. She exits the stall, and it’s only then that you take in her as a whole. The girls from earlier were no match for her: hair freshly bleached and lobes pierced, thin shrug and loose crop top on as she strides in front of the mirror. “Sorry, had to pee.” She mutters, eyes glued to her hands while washing them. “So, why do you want a makeover?” Playing with the strap of your bag, you’re unable to give a direct answer. You aren’t even sure yourself. “Well, since I’m entering my senior year next term, so I think I styled myself more mature.” The other nods, eyes boring into yours as reflected by the mirror. “I think you’d look good with blue hair.” Blushing, you flounder over yourself, trying to maintain composure. “Thanks, but my school wouldn’t even allow makeup.” The blonde drags you over to the counters, dumping her sanitary pouch. “So, wear light makeup.” Your eyes glimmer as they scan each product, all the packages of pink, black, and red sitting prettily on the marble. “That’s a thing?” Nodding lazily, she grabs your wrist and one of her various lip balms, swatching it across the skin. “You don’t seriously think the prettiest girls in your class are barefaced, do you?” Listening attentively, you watch patiently as the other retreats her things into her tote. “You got your wallet?” You nod. “Got any cash on you?” You tilt your hand sideways, and the blonde thinks it’s good enough. “None of my old stuff matches your skin tone. Come on, we’re going to hunt for supplies.”

“Soobin! Wait up for me you idiot!” The brunette turns his head in hostility, slightly taken aback by your form. “Were you going to leave without me? Huh? You psycho.”

He inspects you from head to toe: The new barrette that shimmers in plastic gold, fitted tank top that sits halfway atop your belly button, denim shorts that reveal the plush of your thighs, platform sandals that you surprisingly don’t wobble in. The realization that he’s been gaping at you for a while hits him hard, clearing his throat as he comments, “You look stupid.” You fake a punch midair at his oh-so-insightful critique, pouting. Soobin notes the pink sheen that coats your bottom lip, feeling his heart stutter on itself.

Wait, what?

He dismisses the feeling, shooting back, “You left without me yesterday. I was just going to bike today.” Pout deepening, you clasp your hands together for mercy. “Please let me ride with you, ‘Binnie? I used all my allowance yesterday.” He laughs in disbelief, mounting his bike. “You’re so dead when your parents find out you missed a study day.” Screaming into the air, you grasp onto his shirt in an attempt to stop him from leaving. Not like he was going to, but he finds you hilarious like this. “Not if she kills you first for wearing that out.” You huff, crossing your arms at him. “It’s hot Soobin. Do you want me to die? Do you want me to die of a heat stroke or by the hands of my own mother?” Tapping his chin, he fakes a thought. “Both are very tempting.” You stare at him as if he betrayed you. With a smirk, he pats onto the seat behind him.

Upon arriving at the center, you roam around the sidewalk while waiting for the other as he locks his bike to the racks. Soobin can’t help but observe you sulk at the view of other kids your age out and about with their friends, eating ice cream and complaining about the weather, like that was the worst thing they had to worry about at the moment.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar figure waving at you. As he nears you, you gasp and wave back, poking at the brunette relentlessly in order to get his attention. “Soobin! Yeonjun’s here!” You rush to hug the aforementioned, immediately patting down his pockets for anything edible. “She hasn’t had anything since breakfast. Spent all her money on useless things again.” Scoffing, you let go, adjusting the fit of your top. “All my purchases are investments! You don’t understand me.”

Yeonjun continues to ignore the two of you bicker, interjecting when you escalate to name-calling each other. “Aren’t you dolled up today?” He asks rhetorically, toying with the edges of your hair. The tallest watches you gleam at the words, linking your arm with the eldest. You fish for compliments, pressing the weight of your body against his, “Right? Am I pretty today?” Yeonjun finds endearment in your ceaseless puppy-eyes, and the brunette can all but see the non-existent tail wagging in the other’s presence. “Yes, you look very pretty today.” You squeal, and Soobin’s a bit annoyed, though he chalks it up to the fact that you’ve been outside in the heat for what it feels like hours. “See Soobin? See? ‘Junnie thinks I’m pretty today.” He rolls his eyes in response, walking through the front door as the two of you continue to trail behind him, hand-in-hand and complimenting each other like lovers.

The hours seem to slip away with surprising swiftness, feet tapping as the tutor concludes the session. It’s a Friday, and Soobin promised he’d go to the arcade with you today. Making your way through the halls in search of the brunette, you peek through each door, halting at the familiar ring of your name.

“I seriously don’t know what she’s up to. She looks stupid with that eyeshadow. It’s abhorrent.” Crouching by one of the corners in hiding, you can hear the giggling of those you recognize to be your schoolmates. “Must be seeking attention. Honest to God, it’s so unserious. Like she raids her bigger sister’s closet when she’s not home.” Fiddling with the hem of your top, you latch your teeth onto your lower lip, unable to stop the prick of tears forming at your eyes.

You suppose your interest in vanity was rather sudden, a shock to those around you and even to your closest friends. Combing the clips out of your hair, you toy with the frayed ends—a result of using an iron to style them like the models in photoshoots, the girls on the platform, and your seatmate with bleached hair. Maybe it was stupid and pointless. Why was this even affecting you so much? All you wanted was to feel good about yourself. You bury your face in your arms, cries flowing freely and silently onto the floor.

Just then, a large figure shadows you, prying your arms apart desperately. It isn’t until you hear who it is that you stop to gaze up. “Where the hell did you run off to?” Soobin asks, grasp on your sides softening when he notices the redness in your cheeks, ugly snot running from your nose.

For a while you’re just staring at him. He’s properly handsome—big eyes, tall nose, plump lips. You think it’s unfair. “Do you genuinely think I look stupid?” His brows furrow, brain struggling to connect the timeline of events that had led you here. “Where did that even come from?” In an attempt to restrain yourself from sniffling, it results in an even uglier, unhinged snort. You ignore it, as well as the look Soobin gives you. It’s not sharp, it’s not pity, you’re not entirely sure what it is. “I thought you said it was your type?” He lets out a large exhale, chuckling as he settles beside you. “Is that why you started dressing like this in the first place? ‘Cause I just said that so those girls would get off my back.” It takes him a while, but you can practically feel his body shoot up as he comes to an epiphany. “Do you like me?” Your body mirrors his shock, but in your case it’s a call to defend yourself. “I thought it was universal like!”

A genuine smile finds its way onto his face, disappearing when he clears his throat. “Well,” he starts, cupping your face as he pulls you in closer, “I like you regardless of what you put on.” Tracing the ends of your jaw, his eyes move to gaze onto your lips, then your eyes, then your nose. He connects every feature of yourself that makes you, you. Your heart gets caught up in your throat, thumping a million times per second. Eyes screwed shut, you clench your bag when the warmth of his breath mixes with yours. He seals the gap with a peck on the mouth, movement stuttering as you feel his nervousness through the action. A beat passes, but you kiss back—head tilting to slot into him. His lips taste of sugar and bread, a reflection of its plumpness as it glazes itself in your lip balm. Everything about him is warm, and you all but chase it when you disconnect, both of your cheeks flushed in pink as you falter and pant on his shoulder. “So I’m guessing you like me back.” He remarks, still unsure of himself as he toys with the strings of his sweater, eyes avoiding yours. “So what? You liked me first?” Taking it as acknowledgement, he bites the inners of his cheek with a meek smile,”Well, I only found out recently.” Your hand ghosts near his, desperate for his warmth again but too afraid to say anything. “I think… I’ve known for a while now… Just needed something to make me think of it consciously.” His fingers are the same, testing the waters when he carefully entangles it with yours. In an attempt to lessen the amount of awkward tension that holds the air, he states the obvious. “I think a kiss would do it, yeah.” It doesn’t work, not really, so he gets up to stretch the nerves off, you following suit with his hand still in yours. It’s your turn to try saying something, but you’re not really sure what to say. “My lipstick is ruined.” Of course, your main default is to complain and nitpick. “You must take responsibility! I had a hard time putting all this together.” He grins when you gander at the physical connection, inspecting it from all sides as you rotate it slightly. “You still look pretty.” He asserts, swaying them back and forth as you make your way out of the building. “But would you say it was a good investment?”

Soobin’s head swivels to flash you his pointed eyes, “Are you surveying me for a product review after I kissed you?” With a shrug, you bump your body against his with a little force. “Maybe. Or maybe you should kiss me again.”

“Maybe.”

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[lily-alphonse]

*pointing at an overflowing red string board* SDV Cars AU where Alex (McQueen), a cocky gridball player on the verge of burnout, is begrudgingly stranded in a small town where he meets Shane (Doc), a retired champion that is facing depression, who eventually becomes his new coach and they end up teaching each other the true meaning of sport, success and friendship

CARS AND SDV LETS GOOO

For anyone who doesn't know I have a currently unposted LightningxDoc longfic so this is right up my alley

I love ur crazy idea bestie

I definitely see the parallels, they fit well. But I'm flipflopping about keeping it to sports instead of racing. Liiiike Im salivating imagining Alex with a NASCAR suit on come on that'd be so hot??? 😭😭 Sports would make more sense though, I am begrudgingly sticking to it.

Ok ok. So, Alex is starting to make a name for himself in college football (Am I lame and American for this? Maybe. But I don't know how this would work in other countries). He's the next big thing that recruiters are watching. But he's got an ego. He's not a team player and it costs his team a couple of games. What's more, his grades are on life support and he's about to lose his scholarship. He does straightup lose the scholarship he had for housing, and can no longer stay in his college town for the summer break.

Boy is STRESSED he is missing out on so much training and if he doesn't get his grades up he can kiss his career goodbye. But he's forced to move hours to this middle of nowhere town his grandparents moved to since they retired.

His coach does him a solid and convinces the academic board to let him retake two of his final exams in the fall, and if he passes those he won't lose his scholarship. Something like that so he needs to study all summer basically.

So he's stuck in the middle of nowhere spending his days trying to study and his nights running drills till he passes out, and the boy is floundering. Granny Evelyn says I know a girl. Alex dismisses her.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Penny is Sally and Shane is Doc, and I am okay with Alex ending up with either of them. I already ship PenAlex.

She'd be stern with Alex, treating him like a kid. I would like that dynamic for them. And she is the one who actually sets him up with Shane, because Shane wants nothing to do with sports anymore. But Penny sees how they could potentially be good for each other.

Shane could help Alex see he's being a self-centered ass. Alex could give Shane his hobby back.

I see Alex and Shane having a scene in the rain. It's emotionally charged and they're yelling.

"Yeah keep up with that fucking attitude, see where it gets you!" Shane shouts, done with the backtalk. "Yeah I'm sure you know all about that, huh? Wouldn't want to end up a pathetic old has-been like you!" Shane squares up on him. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" "You heard me!"

And Shane fucking decks him omg. Fight fight fight draaaama if theyre the ones getting together this is where they sloppily make out in the rain I love a good toxic masculinity turned GAAYYY moment. If not, they just hit each other till they're both crying and open up and apologize and Shane admits he's right, he just doesn't want him turning out like him.

They become a team, Penny helping him study and getting him support for his undiagnosed dyslexia, and Shane coaching him. At the end Alex goes to take his test and has the support of his new friends and his grandparents and it's a very sweet happy ending.

He decides that even if he doesn't pass, there is another life for him that might not be so bad. But he does, and he is better than ever at football and even ends up recommending Shane for a job at his school 🥹

[the---hermit]

29|06|2024

The past week has been made of lots of garden work, lots of rain (it is currently storming so much that my room is completly dark and it's two pm), reading and finishing A Prayer For The Crown Shy and crying about it, trying to figure out how to commute for my exam on Tuesday since so many bus and trains have been cancelled, starting yet another relistening of tma because apparently I cannot go six months without relistening to it, having breakfast with my bestie after months of not seeing each other, and actually a good amount of sleep. I am very slowly starting to get some rest, it will take a bit of time to get my energies back but it's okay, it's a slow process and I am doing my best. After my exam season will be officially over I feel like it will be much easier for me to relax, and hopefully it will start to feel like summer soon.

[ilsolefiesta]

my 2024 solar return predictions

it's 11 days until my solar return this year. perhaps I'll write about how I spent each day leading up to and after the Solar Return. but for now, I want to explore my Solar Chart for 2024. spoiler: I hope I won't die. literally. but let's be consequent. 1. Leo Rising in the 1°. it's a really interesting story about how fate can't be avoided. Initially, I thought I would meet my Solar Return at home, with my Ascendant in Cancer in the last degree. when I saw this, I said, "no way. I don't want to deal with family issues all year." so, I decided to go to another town. ironically, this 1° change affected the Sun either. initially it was in the 3rd house but with Leo Rising it moved to the 4th. so, being the ruler of the ASC, the 4th housed Sun still emphasizes the inevitable importance of family to me this year. alright, I've got it. but still, I hope Leo will still work out. I have plans to improve my appearance and solve problems in this area that have been bothering me for a long time. additionally, I want to activate my artistic potential and become more visible and active on social media. I don't expect to become a high-class celebrity, but still... moreover, the Solar ASC is located in my Natal 11th house, so I believe it should work well.

2. the 2nd and the 3rd Solar Houses are also in Leo, with their ruler, thein the 4th house (☌ with IC, actually). ◄ as for the 2nd house: as you may know, we begin to feel the effects of the upcoming Solar Chart before the Solar Return occurs. recently, I have felt a strong desire to pursue a remote job, or at least a part-time remote job from home in addition to my current one. perhaps I could do so and work from home if we consider the fourth house as a place of real estate. the Cusp of the 2nd Solar House falls in my Natal 11th house, so I may receive some assistance from friends? I will also look for other confirming signs... ◄ as for the 3rd house, the situation is more or less clear here. as this house is responsible for brothers and sisters... my little sister is now living with me (the ruler is in the 4th house, right?). the issue is that she has exams to graduate from school next summer, and she is now studying from home remotely (the Cusp of the 3rd Solar House is in the 12th Natal House). having Solar Virgo Mercury here, I am planning to be her tutor throughout the year. aside from my siblings, the Solar Mercury is in exact ☌ with my Natal ASC. moreover, I have both Mercury and the 1st house ruling this year in profection. I believe communication, connections, and education - all activities related to the 3d (Gemini) house - will be EXTREMELY highlighted this year. well, I hope so. it should be interesting. the connection with the 12th Natal House... will I continue writing about astrology? who knows. by the way, it's fun, but I already feel the urge to re-take an exam to receive a driving license that I gave up on last year (also the issue of the 3rd House).

3. I've already mentioned my 4th house a lot, and I want to add that I have Solar Virgo IC located in my 1st Natal house. my Solar 4th house Venus is in ☌ with my Natal 2nd house Venus in Libra. I am currently undergoing renovations at my place of residence. I need to paint the walls, buy a new bed, a high mirror etc... the upcoming beautification of my home is quite predictable, and it, obviously, requires money. so, hi, 2nd Natal House...

4. the 5, 6 house. interesting situation, because I little bit lack of ideas.

Solar House - Sign - Placements - SH Cusp in Natal House:

5H - Scorpio - Sagittarius Vertex ☌ Natal IC, Pluto, Chiron - 2H. 6H - Sagittarius - Pluto in Capricorn's last ° ☌ Solar Aquarius DSC and Part of Fortune - 4H.

overall connection of 4, 5, 6 and 7 houses... I also have Solar Juno in the 4th house. idk what is it, predestined relationship with someone different than me and related to my work? I've given up on relationships and prefer to see it as a business opportunity. I really hope that my artistic potential will be unlocked and that I can monetize my skills. with the 5th house Sagittarius Vertex on the Natal IC I may receive recognition or support from family or my homeland? or, maybe, on the contrary, Sagittarius will push me to aim outside? the Cusp of the 6th house in Sagittarius could add to this. there is also an interesting placement of Solar Pluto. the matter is that it aims to leave the 6th house and has ☌ with Solar DSC and Part of Fortune. I had a very... heavy 6th house for several last years, and I've been feeling overwhelmed by routine. perhaps this is a sign that my work process will change and I need to rely on partnerships more. If we consider it from a health perspective, I think I understand what changes it may bring to my daily routine. I'm planning to get braces this year. God bless, my Pluto this year is mostly positively aspected - being in the connection with the DSC it obviously ☍ ASC. And □ the 5th house. however, my Uranus is strong in Natal 5th house. + Solar Pluto makes △ with Solar Sun and Uranus. so I think everything will be fine, despite my fear of some unexpected health effects from Pluto. moreover, I have additional signs. but I'll write about them later.

5. DSC and the 7th house. it's the most difficult part for me to analyze, as I'm totally dumb with any relations. well, I have Part of Fortune in Aquarius ☌ Natal Neptune here. and I can't say for sure whether it will make my luck dream-like or make me completely blind and overestimate myself. well, DSC ruler Uranus is in the 11th house in Taurus, also placed in the 9th Natal House. the Solar DSC is in the 5th Natal House. please, I'm so tired of drama, please, can it be something fun, light and cool? (haha, Pluto ☌ is like "hello-hello, no, haha"...)

6. the 8 and 9th houses. both are in Aquarius.

the 8th Solar house, despite being empty, is located in the 5th Natal house. remember my question from the previous point? well, answer is "no" once again, I guess...

the ruler is in the Solar 11th house (in the Natal 9th). betrayal from friends? new foreign dangerous friends? some transforming experience with education and collectives? still, it's not that bad, my Natal 8th house (Aries) ruler is Mars in the 12th house, so should I be used to the 8th house things? however, Aquarius is still a little bit frightening with its unexpectedness...

the 9th house... the Moon and Saturn are here. exactly just like in my Natal, ha. guess, I shouldn't even hope to go travel abroad this year. again, like the whole life before. both the Moon and Saturn are in Pisces. despite my Natal Taurus Moon doesn't allow me to regret these restrictions too much, guess, Pisces Moon can make me more vulnerable to this topic throughout the year. I'll probably continue learning languages and maybe even make foreign friends with the ruler in the 11th house. also Solar Saturn ☌ Natal DSC in Pisces. probably it may signify someone older who can teach me how to communicate and maintain partnerships? yes, in Natal Chart Saturn is ruling my 5th house, but I prefer not to focus on relationships to avoid disappointment later.

7. the Solar MC is in Pisces. ☌ with the Solar Moon. the Cusp is in the 7th Natal house. Neptune, ruling the MC, is also here. again, some distortion of my career/public relations vision? am I in danger of underestimating something? it would be interesting to see how I will deal with this. the best of the best is starting right now. Aries North Node and Chiron in the 10th house. it could be great and maybe give me some energy an resources. however. the North Node is in ☌ with the Natal 8th Cusp. Chiron, consequently, is in the 8th Natal House either. does this mean that career development could harm me, or should I break myself and, regardless, develop leadership and inner resources for success in my career? it's scary. btw, Solar Chiron ☍ Solar Venus. I guess I'll continue to make my appearance far from "traditional venusian" - I've had this aspect this year either - tattoos, piercings etc.

8. the 11th Solar house in Taurus (the Cusp lies in the 8th Natal House). strange combination. from the one hand, it's absolutely not the best placement. on the other hand, benefic Jupiter is here. on the OTHER hand, it's essentially weak (in Gemini) and has □ with the Sun, Moon, IC and 10th house. on the OTHER hand, it has the same sign I have in my Natal Chart and it's considered to be beneficial... hardly understand what to expect from Jupiter. especially as I had hoped for blessings from having it in the 1st house this year, but nothing "jupiterial" happened at all. Uranus is also here, so I anticipate some changes in relationships with friends and possibly a shift in understanding of myself within the group. also having Solar Taurus Uranus close to my Natal Saturn, along with other placements, makes me slightly anxious about my elderly. hope, everything will be fine.

9. the last one. the Solar 12th house in Gemini. it can bring cognitive difficulties or doubts about intellectual capacity and proficiency, especially for those with Mercury as a dominant planet (me). however, I believe that this can be compensated by a strong Solar Mercury placement. the problem is that I have Cancer Mars in the 12th house and this damn Mars makes □ to the Natal 8th house and the Solar North Node. and I remember all the scary placements, like Pluto and Chiron, as well as the North Node. I was still trying to maintain my composure at that point. and what else?! Mars? amazing. I really hope I won't die or become seriously ill or injured, nor will my loved ones. btw, the connected 6, 8 and 12 houses in Solar Chart are the main indicators of some disastrous events, and I pray that this year will be a year of great transformation, not a year of losing something or someone important..

that's how it is.

Thank you for reading!

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[notetaeker]

May 27, 2023 - Saturday

Busy week - writing exams, grading (lots and lots of) papers, joining countless meetings, all while planning a whole event. My internship project is currently on the backburner because everything else is more urgent, but I’m really looking forward to the end of next week when I finally finish all my work and start summer break! Then I can focus all my attention on art, my 10 billion random ideas, and the Islamic studies classes I signed up for 💗

[3liza]

What is the difficulty curve like for american schooling? What is the usual pass/fail threshold? Here it is 50% with the peak of the bell curve (intentionally set and recalibrated every year) at 70%, so you get at least ±2 STDs of student marks captured between 50% and 90%. Which makes me think the exams/assignments themselves must be more difficult than their american versions. Ive heard that in some schools anything below 70% is an F, can that be true? The exam itself has to be easier in that case, surely

i might be the wrong person to ask, and not only because im not an expert or informed about the details of the current American school system, and im approaching middle age so my experience is now out of date, so maybe an actual teacher can correct me, but my experience in american K-12 education was that everything is made up and the points dont matter. i dont think it's standardized here at all. each teacher had their own grading opinions and some classes i went to were on a curve, some weren't, some were pass-fail, "cool' teachers would often say stuff like "everyone in here has an A right now. the only way you will lose that grade is by not showing up and not doing you work" and then would ding you points every time you fucked up, etc.

i have absolutely no idea what my HS GPA was, never cared about participating in graduation so i didn't go, and I think iirc I graduated late anyway (or they were threatening to withhold my diploma or something?) because of fucking gym credits (i have a connective tissue disorder, exercise-triggered asthma, crippled knees, and POTS, and kept telling adults that the stuff we were doing in PE class was hurting and injuring me, to which they would respond that i was "out of shape"), which my lawyer mother managed to get dropped from my graduation requirements by successfully proposing that my after school activities like dance and semi-pro theater and bartering stable work for horse riding time were sufficiently athletic to quality as PE. she was right btw i was working my ass off. anyway thanks mom. but again this is equivalent to Ryan Stiles successfully arguing that Drew Carey should give him ten points for the improvised limericks about the battle of Thermopylae instead of 3, and then Carey doing so.

TEST SCORES are standardized, and the Bush-era No Child Left Behind reforms turned my HS from a school where you go to class and do schoolwork into a test prep and test taking warehouse over one summer. it was an actual nightmare. i also dont know what my test scores were. probably bad

so basically my experience was that i never knew what my GPA was anyway because i both didnt care, and also whatever counted as a "credit" wasnt standardized either so it was impossible to keep track of. the causative order of these two things could go either way, idk if i didnt care because grades were too confusing, or if grades were confusing just to me because i didn't care.

edit: i also didn't have any friends who knew/were keeping track of what their GPA was during school. people either graduated or dropped out nd some of them got sent to summer school ("bad kids") and we would see the scores marked on assignments when the assignments were handed back, but cumulative, ongoing awareness of "how well are you doing in school officially"? maybe there were really on-the-ball kids who knew this information but if there were i never heard anyone talk about it and had no awareness whatsoever where any of my peers stood in school credit rankings.