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tarotwithavi · 8 months ago

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Jupiter and where you will meet your future spouse

Jupiter signifies husband in a woman's chart.

This is not certain as we have to consider other aspects too.

For entertainment purposes only

Jupiter in Aries/1st house : They may be similar to you in some sense, may have the same upbringing. They may be atheletic, go gotter and active. They may come up to you, you may bump into them or you may meet them when you will be standing up for yourself and doing something for yourself. You can also meet them at a sports event, competitive events etc.

Jupiter in Taurus/ 2nd house : They can be highly stable and very calm and mature. They will be the shoulder you can lean on anytime. You guys can meet them in a restraunt, a really luxurious place or art galary. You can also meet them a financial institution like bank or something related to finance, art or culture.

Jupiter in Gemini/3rd house : They can be very chatty and intelligent. You can meet them through your siblings/friends or while on short trips. They can have a close relationship with their siblings. You can meet them when you will be engaged in activities such as public speaking, writng, local communities,coffee shop etc. They can also be your neighbour.

Jupiter in Cancer/ 4th house : One thing with this placement is that they will be like a parent to you. very caring and family oriented. You guys can meet them through maternal figure, either your mother or their mother. You can also meet them in a home enviroment. They can also be a homebody.

Jupiter in Leo/5th house : They can be popular and attract a lot of attention. You can meet them through a celebration like a birthday party, wedding ceremony etc. You can also meet them in movie theater, concert, an event. You will most likely meet them in summertime or in daylight. They can be extroverted and they seem to have nice hair.

Jupiter in Virgo/6th house : They can be health consious or they take good care of themselves and the way they look. They will be helpful and will offer to help in evertything they can. You can meet them through work, in school, in gym or even in hospital. Acts of service can be their love language.

Jupiter in libra/7th house : They can be highly social and can have a bigger social circle. They can be a businessman, salesman or might be woking in marketing. There will be equal give and take in the relationship. You can also meet them in councelling sessions, collaborative events, art exibitions etc. You can also meet them through mutual friends.

Jupiter in Scorpio/8th house : You will meet them when you will be going through an intense transformation. You may also be going through some kind of loss. You can also meet them through reseach and investigation work. spiritual place, occult, nightclub, money and inheritance related matters etc. You can also meet them while getting therapy.

Jupiter in Sagittarius/9th house : You can meet them in collage, educational institute, spiritual place or when you will be getting higher education. They will be highly educated and will act as a teacher or they will be teaching you a lot of things. You can also meet them in foreign lands or in long distance travel. They can be a teacher, professor, guide etc.

Jupiter in Capricorn/10th house : Okay so this placement can signify a arranged marriage or marriage of convinienve. You can meet them in an arranged setting. You can meet them through your father or they can be your boss. This placement also signifies an marriage that is considered ideal. In most cases the couple can work together or have a business together.

Jupiter in Aquarius/11th house : You can meet them through dating apps, social media, social event, charity event. You can also meet them through someone like an old friend. They can also be your best friend. Most people with this placement can get an unconvemtional spouse. They can have really unique personality or can be a rebel. You can meet them after 30.

Jupiter in Pisces/12th house : You can meet them in faraway lands. However this placement can create some kind of illusion, you may put them on a pedestal or you will meet a lot of people who you think are your fs. They can be into music or can be a musician. You may also get dreams about them. You can also meet them at a spritual place.

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cenittxnadir · 8 months ago

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A little fever (Nightcrawler x Reader)

Okey, so this is my very firt story with Kurt. I´ll be posting more soon about him, for the moment I will only write about him. So please tell me if you like it or if you some ideas. You know the drip, english is not my first lenguage... nor german...

Having free time was something new within the mansion, now with Magneto in charge of the institute and reorganizing the activities among the inhabitants of the mansion, he left several mutants without many responsibilities other than taking care of the minors and ensuring that they complete their tasks and training. Because yes, Magneto may be a terrorist and a murderer, but he will never be irresponsible towards education, especially towards the youngest members of the house. So every day he personally made sure that each and every one of the young people attended their classes.

Very responsible on his part, but it does not take away the feeling of discomfort in some of the members, especially the X-Men like Wolverine or Scott, -the only thing they have agreed on since Professor Xaver died-

However, this didn't bother you that much, since you shared the idea with Rogue of giving Magnus a second chance. Because if life had given you a second chance to do things well and help others with your powers, why would you be the one who would deny it to someone else who in the end only seeks to continue with the Professor's dream. Maybe a very innocent or naive move on your part in wanting to see the best in the worst situations but they couldn't blame you either, that's what happens when you live for a long time with a certain blue ex-priest.

Kurt Wagner or better known as Nightcrawler is famous among the mansion even though his humility does not allow him to recognize it, but he is very loved within the mutant community, both at the institute and in Genosha. Since his arrival at the mansion, Kurt has been the echo of the people who continue their struggle and the voice of those who cannot raise it due to the impunity that lives in a world where being different was wrong.

But for you, more than a spokesperson or a faithful follower of God's teachings, he was a man, a very good one whom you had the fortune of calling boyfriend and sharing life with him for a couple of years now.

Unfortunately, being someone who was too influential within the community, Magneto relied a lot on him and his professionalism to deal with complicated issues within Genosha. He was recently offered the position as Faith Group Mediator in Genosha and it was definitely not an opportunity he would pass up, there was so much to do and learn. But Kurt is still one person against the hundreds of problems that a nascent nation can have, the poor man was exhausted but his determination to help was greater than his physical or emotional ailments.

You had been living apart for a couple of months now, the problem was not the distance, Megneto was kind to you and gave you access to the Jet as many times as you wanted so you could go visit him, but like Kurt, you were also someone important among the X-Men, you were a very good teacher and guide for the younger ones who were just awakening their abilities and Magneto needed you in that area. It was not an easy decision for the two of you but it was a good opportunity to explore new areas in your lives, you as the one in charge of guiding and educating the new generations and him as a founding member of the nation that would accommodate those new generations.

Lately due to both of their workloads it has caused communication to be minimal, but this would soon change for you since the holidays were approaching and you would have more free time and the possibility of visiting him for a couple of weeks but the problem is that Kurt was not answering your messages or calls, worried you went to the person you least expected to go to discuss a topic of this type.

It was the 5th turn you had taken in the hallway that led to Magneto's office door. You didn't know how to start the conversation or how to ask him, maybe Kurt was very busy and going to visit him would only delay him in his work and you didn't want that to cause him problems with Magneto, even though he now plays for the good guys you are still afraid of him. Whatever the reason Kurt wasn't responding, you had to make a decision right then and there.

A couple more turns and you almost left marks from your shoes on the carpet.

"Come on, you can do it. It's just Magneto, the greatest mutant ex-terrorist in history, what could go wrong?" You started to encourage yourself "Come on, don't you want to see Kurt?" You counted to three, it's now or never. You barely touched the wooden door when it opened.

"I was just going to look for you" "Me? Why?" You were more confused "You might want to sit down." He said something serious as he offered you a seat. "It's about Kurt. He's not okay, there was a flu outbreak on the island recently, nothing alarming, but, he hasn't stopped working since he arrived in Genosha, I've trying to talk to him, he needs to rest and recover from the fever but he doesn't listen to me"

You didn't know what impressed you more, Magneto's concern or Kurt being sick. No one knows if it's part of his mutation or if he just has a good immune system, but it's extremely rare for Kurt to get sick. "I need you to go to Genosha and stop him, it seems that he only listens to you."

"Well... that explains why he doesn't want to talk to me. He doesn't answer my messages, much less my calls. I just hope that after this you give him a break from so much work, Erick." You were a little upset with him, with both of them actually, Erick for making Kurt work too much and Kurt because he is not good at asking for help. "I'll leave right away"

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It only took you a few minutes to get everything ready to go, you thought Hank would be more reluctant to lend you the Jet but as soon as he found out what was happening with Kurt he didn't think twice. After a couple of hours you finally arrived at the mutant nation of Genosha, everything was very different from the first time you visited just a couple of months ago. Everything was very beautiful, the lights, the people so colorful and friendly, children being free and happy. It was a dream.

Quickly got out of your thoughts and focused on finding your blue boyfriend who is most likely hiding away working. It was not difficult to find it, Magneto gave instructions on where to look and sure enough. Inside a large window in the main city building was Kurt... well, part of him, you could only see his pointy ears behind a pile of paper towers.

You slowly approached to knock on his door. Silence. Suddenly there was only the sound of a chair being dragged and something moving inside the room. A few seconds later the door opened revealing a rather tired Kurt. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, which didn't shine like they usually did.

"Meine Liebe?" You couldn't help but smile as you listened to Kurt, he sounded overly impressed to see you. Although the smile did not last long since Kurt sounded very bad, he was hoarse and if it were not for the light from the hallway that illuminated his face you would have ignored the color in his cheeks and the sweat on his forehead.

"You're not okay, Krut, you need to rest" was the only thing you could respond, opening the door completely and revealing the office, there were hundreds of papers scattered all over the place. "You haven't stopped working since you arrived. You had me worried" Kurt didn't say anything, just hung his head in some shame. "It's true, I didn't tell you anything because I didn't want to worry you, I wanted to finish work so I could return to the mansion with you as a surprise but work just keeps piling up and this flu won't leave me alone" He sounded really fed up with the situation.

"Come on, you have to rest. I'll take you home and prepare you something to eat." You took him by the arm carefully. "You probably haven't eaten anything useful all day."

"Of course I have eaten my love! Here in Genosha there is a lot of variety of food and delicious dishes" He said with his circus voice, he always uses it when he is happy or wants to show you something that excites him very much. Or well, with a voice attempt, it really sounded very hoarse

"Dear, candy and desserts don't count as food." You pointed to a pile of wrappers on the side of his desk. "I'm surprised you've never actually had a toothache or something at this point."

You approached his desk to arrange the papers he was working on. "Well, take your things, let's go get something to eat and let you rest."

"But Mein Schatz, I still have a lot of work to do. I can't leave, but you can go ahead and make yourself at home" He gave you the keys to his room

"Kurt, I came here to check on you and make sure you're resting and for God's sake that's what I'm going to do. If I have to take drastic measures or even if I have to drag you to your room I will do it. Don't make me go to extremes Kurt Wagner" You wanted to sound serious but it was almost impossible, you were too happy to see him.

"If you continue to be reckless, then I will have to leave and there will be no cuddling sessions for at least a whole month, anyway you are very busy with your work. I think I better go" You said with a fake sad tone as you walked towards the exit but a huge gasp stopped you.

"You wouldn't dare do that! Saying that is like blasphemy." Kurt looked at his desk for a second. "On second thought, going to rest doesn't sound so bad." He looked at you with concern, he really thought you were going to leave him without his sessions. They were sacred to him.

"Well, let's go. It's still early, if we leave right now we'll have more time for ourselves." You didn't even finish speaking when Kurt was already on the side of the door ready to leave with you.

When you got to his room you could see Kurt better, his face was tired and the fever was still there.

"Why don't you take a bath while I'll take care of the food?" you took his face in your hands, caressing his cheek and then leaving a kiss on his nose.

The bath took effect and soon his temperature began to drop but he still had to eat something before taking his medicine. They were both sitting on the couch eating some hot soup while watching something on television, although it was just background noise.

Kurt was telling you what his days had been like since he arrived, you were paying attention but you couldn't help but see how he rubbed his shoulder constantly.

"Love? Are you okay?" you pointed to his shoulder

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that I haven't been able to sleep well lately and well... sitting for hours is not very pleasant" He said with a sideways smile showing one of his fangs.

Without saying anything you took him by the hand and led him to the bed, asking him to lie face down while you took some oils and creams from your backpack. Kurt initially refused because he knew he was going to fall asleep and wanted to spend the night awake with you talking. Not a very smart plan considering his state of health. The complaints were short-lived once he felt your hands on his back. Almost by magic, Kurt remained silent and soon you only heard small snoring due to his congestion. You couldn't help but laugh a little, he looked so adorable. You took his blanket and tucked him in, giving him a kiss on the head.

You quickly cleaned what was used during dinner and changed your clothes to lie next to Kurt, who almost as if it were a magnetic force moved until he was lying on your chest. You were definitely going to wake up with the flu but that didn't matter.

"Please don't go," Kurt said in his sleep.

"No, my love. I'm going to stay here with you"

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erineaera · 1 month ago

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A reader that is so traumatized by the education system that they outright get panic attacks when an innocent child tries to beat the system and ask their literal god for help on their homework

Prayer for a Student.

Note: First Comission, too happy to realize it! I did my best, trying to stick with what you suggested 👍

Includes: Reader, Vassily Nevaskys, Mention of Pantalone and Pulcinella

Tw:

"My goodness..."

The arithmetic book trundled open in front of your desk, amid the Harbingers' paperwork entrusted to you for approval.

You'd promised to help your son with all his homework, but every line of calculation was a gaping wound in your childhood.

Memories of the humiliations you'd suffered, your mediocre grades displayed in front of the public, came back to haunt you.

Even some Harbingers' little reflections made you tense up when they were uttered, whether it was Pulcinella who was surprised to see your face so unopened at the inauguration of the Osbotenk school*.

Or Pantalone's thinly veiled mockery, surprised that such a wise Creator should be thrown off balance by an equation with two unknowns.

You stand up, hands trembling.

"I... I can't," you stammer, staring blankly at your son as he stares at you wide-eyed.

"It's just... it's hard for me," you finally murmur, your voice trembling as your son tries as best he can to keep you conscious. He knew that these crises made you vulnerable, and that was the last thing you wanted to show the other Harbingers.

As you regain consciousness, a gentle hand offers its assistance. The wedding ring visible on her ring finger comforts you a little, recognizing the clothing mix between her Khaenri'ah toga and Snezhnaya fur.

"Vassily!" you urge, clutching his long toga, cursing your weakness when you're supposed to be the almighty Creator.

Vassily's gentle face cut through your pitiful lament, his hands (though marked by a dark curse) had an almost maternal warmth as he stroked your hair.

"I think we should leave it at that, your suffering is a sight to behold..." murmurs the man as he wraps you in his coat.

Your two forms merge in the cold corridors of the palace, while your son can be heard in the distance.

Maybe he'd done the arithmetic himself, maybe he'd benefited from Pierro's patience...

The solution didn't matter much to you, just not hearing about it was enough.

The Little Lexicon:

● Osbotenk: One of the neighborhoods in the Tversivkaya area, known as one of Snezhnaya's most affluent districts (in addition to having plenty of entertainment available).

There are also numerous educational establishments (such as the Great Imperial Institution of Osbotenk, which trains Fatui's military elite, and the Osbotenk Conservatory, which trains the Snezhnaya religious and military choirs).

Osbotenk is also home to a number of high-profile personalities, including Harbingers (Pulcinella and Pantalone), noble families (the Volkovs) and other public figures (such as Mylene, a singer originally from Fontaine, but very popular with Snezhnaya).

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misfitwashere · 4 months ago

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September 9, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

SEP 10

Last night, Vice President Kamala Harris’s presidential campaign launched a new section of its website detailing her policy positions. Titling her plans “A New Way Forward,” Harris vows to build the American middle class through an “opportunity economy.” Her vision for the future, she says, “protects our fundamental freedoms, strengthens our democracy, and ensures every person has the opportunity to not just get by, but to get ahead.”

Harris’s economic plan builds on that of the Biden-Harris administration. This makes sense, since their focus on investing in the middle class has created the strongest economy in the world. Harris is emphasizing the need to bring down household costs of food, medicine, housing, healthcare, and childcare, all issues important to Americans.

The website provides concrete economic actions she plans to take with a willing Congress. They include expanding the Child Tax Credit and the Earned Income Tax Credit, investing in more housing, and supporting the PRO Act, which protects the rights of workers to unionize, while continuing the crackdown on business consolidation that kills competition and rolling back the Trump tax cuts for the wealthy and corporations.

The biggest economic shift from the current administration is pegging a new capital gains tax for those earning more than a million dollars a year at 28%, significantly lower than the 39.6% President Joe Biden proposed in his 2025 budget. The plans also call for the first-ever national ban on corporate price gouging on food and groceries (37 states already have such laws).

Aside from strictly economic plans, the policy pages say Harris backs passing the bipartisan immigration bill that Republicans killed on Trump’s orders, protecting reproductive healthcare and restoring Roe v. Wade, and protecting the right to vote and ending partisan gerrymandering through the John Lewis Voting Rights and the Freedom to Vote Acts.

Republicans have charged that Harris has not offered specifics for her policies, but much of what is now clearly laid out is already in the public record. By the standards of American history, it is a strikingly moderate agenda that reflects the belief that the best way for the government to protect opportunity and nurture the economy is to make sure that the system is fair and that ordinary people have access to opportunity.

The “New Way Forward” in Harris’s plan seems to be less a new set of policies than a rejection of the politics of the past several decades. She and her running mate Minnesota governor Tim Walz appear to be attempting to reshape the political landscape to bring Americans of all parties together to stand against Trump’s MAGA Republicans. The campaign has actively reached out to Republicans, several of whom spoke at the Democratic National Convention. On Saturday, Harris said she was “honored” to have the endorsement of former representative Liz Cheney (R-WY) and former vice president Dick Cheney, both staunch Republicans. “People are exhausted about the division and the attempt to divide us as Americans,” she said. “We love our country and we have more in common than what separates us.”

Trump’s website offers slogans rather than policies, so Harris’s website compares her policies to the comparable sections of Project 2025, the playbook for a second Trump term laid out by a number of right-wing institutions led by the Heritage Foundation. Trump and his campaign have tried to distance themselves from Project 2025, but at his rallies, he has offered the policies in it—like firing nonpartisan civil servants and replacing them with loyalists, and abolishing the Department of Education—as his top priorities.

While Harris focused on policy, as critics have demanded, MAGA Republicans today spread slurs about Haitian immigrants in Springfield, Ohio, claiming they are eating other people’s pets and local wildlife. Right-wing media figure Benny Johnson, who was one of the six commenters whose paychecks at now-disbanded Tenet Media were paid by Russia, was one of those pushing the false stories. So was X owner Elon Musk.

The story was debunked almost immediately by the Springfield police, but Republican politicians ran with it. The X account for Republicans on the House Judiciary Committee ran it; so did Texas senator Ted Cruz, who shared an image with two kittens saying: “PLEASE VOTE FOR TRUMP SO IMMIGRANTS DON’T EAT US.” And the Republican vice presidential nominee, Ohio senator J.D. Vance, posted: “Reports now show that people have had their pets abducted and eaten by people who shouldn't be in this country.” (The Haitians in Springfield are in the U.S. legally.)

Perhaps most significantly, Republican Senate candidate Bernie Moreno, who is challenging Democratic Ohio senator Sherrod Brown, pushed the story. That Senate seat is crucial to the Republican attempt to take control of the Senate, and Moreno has just launched a $25 million ad campaign against Brown, accusing him of giving undocumented immigrants taxpayer-funded benefits. Today’s disinformation was well timed for that ad campaign.

The Justice Department today announced charges against two leaders of the white supremacist Terrorgram Collective, an international terrorist group that operates on the platform Telegram. Dallas Humber of California and Matthew Allison of Idaho have been charged with “soliciting hate crimes, soliciting the murder of federal officials, and conspiring to provide material support to terrorists.” They “solicited murders and hate crimes based on the race, religion, national origin, sexual orientation, and gender identity of others,” U.S. Attorney Phillip Talbert said. They had a hit list of federal, state, and local officials, as well as corporate leaders, and they encouraged attacks on government infrastructure, including energy facilities. Their plan was to create a race war.

“Hate crimes fueled by bigotry and white supremacy, and amplified by the weaponization of digital messaging platforms, are on the rise and have no place in our society,” Assistant Attorney General Kristen Clarke of the Justice Department’s Civil Rights Division said.

Congress is back in session today and must fund the government before October 1 or face a government shutdown. Although Congress negotiated spending levels for 2024 and 2025 back in June 2023, the House has been unable to pass appropriations bills because MAGA extremists either refuse to accept those levels or insist on inserting culture war poison pills into the bills.

Now, Trump has demanded that a continuing resolution to fund the government must include a measure requiring proof of citizenship to vote. Since it is already illegal for noncitizens to vote in elections for president or members of Congress and there is no evidence it is anything but vanishingly rare, the measure actually seems designed to suppress voting. House speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA) went along and put the measure in the bill. He also designed for the measure to last until next March, making the budget so late a new president could write it, but also blowing through a January 1 deadline set in the June 2023 bill to require automatic cuts to spending.

House minority leader Hakeem Jeffries (D-NY) wrote to his colleagues: “House Democrats have made it clear that we will find bipartisan common ground on any issue with our Republican colleagues wherever possible, while pushing back against MAGA extremism.” Jeffries called the Republican bill “unserious and unacceptable.”

Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin told House and Senate leaders that the cuts required by law if Congress pushes the budget into March would drastically affect the military. “The repercussions of Congress failing to pass regular appropriations legislation for the first half of [fiscal] 2025 would be devastating to our readiness and ability to execute the National Defense Strategy,” Austin wrote.

Meanwhile, Senator Tommy Tuberville (R-AL) is back to his old trick of blocking a military promotion, this time of Lieutenant General Ronald Clark, one of Austin’s top aides. Tuberville says he placed the hold because he has concerns that Clark did not alert Biden when Austin had surgery. Biden has nominated Clark to become the Commanding General of the U.S. Army Pacific, a position currently held by General Charles A. Flynn, younger brother of Lieutenant General Michael Flynn, Trump’s first National Security Advisor who resigned after news broke that he had hidden conversations with Russian operatives.

Today, ten retired senior military officials endorsed Harris, saying she “is the best—and only—presidential candidate in this race who is fit to serve as our commander-in-chief…. Frankly stated, Donald Trump is a danger to our national security and our democracy. His own former National Security Advisors, Defense Secretaries, and Chiefs of Staff have said so.”

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#heather cox richardson #letters from an american

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mistamystic555 · 1 year ago

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Favorable Houses in Astrology That Lead to the Money 💰

Strong Second House Placements 🏦

The second house rules over material possessions, bank institutions, and our “values”. Having benefic planets such as Sun, Venus, and Jupiter in this house are likely to yield positive results in the financial field. These people may be naturally inclined to handle financial matters, attract wealth, and have a positive money mindset.

Strong Fifth House Placements ☀️

With a strong fifth house or planets such as Sun, Venus, Jupiter, or Mars in this house. The native is blessed. The fifth house is the house of fun, creativity, and children. This house is also ruled by the Sun. This house is simple do what you love and it’ll bring you absolute joy! I have Venus in Libra here and yeah it’s a beautiful placement. It’s also a great house for attracting love and partners who also value money. These placements attract money through self-expression and creating. Creating art and also creating bonds.

Strong Eighth House Placements 👑

Some people may argue that this is a bold statement to make but the eighth house opposes the second house and also has an effect on financial matters. It’s usually the malefic planets such as Mars, Saturn, Uranus, and Pluto that are able to yield the best results from this house. I personally have Mars in Capricorn here and it’s been a huge influence in the way I look at money. Pluto transited this house for me and it wasn’t until the end of the transit my outlook on money matters changed. The eighth house rules debts/inheritance, losses/gains, legacy, and the occult. Usually if a person has these above Planets here they could be born into money or be blessed with money. A person with these placements could likely see there money fluctuating over time. Or they could experience not having money in youth and having money when they are older. This is the rags to riches house as I like to call it.

Strong Ninth House Placements 📚

With a strong ninth house influence money can flow to the individual by way of them sharing their knowledge with world. The ninth house rules over higher education, long distance travels, and spiritual practices. Planets such as Jupiter, Sun, Mercury, and Saturn can yield positive results. These individuals thrive in higher education thus leading them to become qualified for many opportunities in life. With Jupiter you could find yourself with knowledge in multiple fields and maybe even numerous degrees. Sun and Saturn here may give you mastery in a field. Although with Saturn this could take time like getting a masters in the law and science fields. Mercury here is favorable here especially during primary and secondary education. They may find themselves having to work a little harder as they climb the education ladder.

Strong Tenth House Placements 💼

A strong tenth house can insinuate that an individual has a prominent career and leading to favorable outcomes in money. If a person has Sun, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, or Pluto it can lead to the best outcomes with money. Sun here may have no choice but to express themselves through careerism. Saturn as well. Jupiter could have multiple paths they could take or a lot of connections. All in all your tenth house ruler will lead you to the most money throughout your lifetime.

#money astrology #2nd house #5th house #8th house #9th house

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 4 months ago

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Mike Luckovich

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

September 9, 2024

Heather Cox Richardson

Sep 10, 2024

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

#Letters From An American #Heather Cox Richardson #debates #disinformation #military readiness #Secretary of Defense #economic policy #the new way forward #democracy

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drdemonprince · 1 year ago

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my thoughts and values align with yours re: STIs and risk AND i keep coming up against resistance to the recent discussions as a high-risk person still living almost entirely isolated amidst the ongoing pandemic. and when i take a second to breathe and think, i realize these are not conflicting at all. the friction isn't that i view illness morally or that i think we should avoid all risk. it's that the majority of folks without question take precautions to reduce STI exposure but the majority of people no longer consider doing the so minorly inconvenient precautions to reduce the spread of covid, which i would argue is much riskier than STIs at this point. and it's so exhausting because then i have to, based on my risk analysis of covid, take way more precautions because no one else is looking out for me. community care and harm reduction are my biggest driving values and i grieve how absent they are around me. i just wanted to share in case others are feeling similarly while reading this discussion. you rock and i so hope i get to engage in a beautiful public kinky scene some day.

Hey, thanks so much for sharing and walking us through your thought process.

What I might add is that individual people might not seemingly put much effort into COVID mitigation anymore because they have next to zero institutional support in doing so. Many of my disabled friends have to work in areas with a high risk of COVID exposure: waiting tables, stocking grocery store shelves, working as home health aids or phlebotomists, or teaching in schools. Some of them are high risk themselves, but because they have no choice but to work in areas where their life is put on the line, they have very high stress decompression needs and feel already resigned to their disposability in society, and so they do also go out to bars with their friends or hold parties or visit clubs.

I also know people who are able to socially distance quite strictly, test regularly, are vaccinated and boosted, but who intentionally make plans to visit cruising spaces or gay orgies very rarely so that they can remain relatively safe COVID wise but also not kill themselves out of despair (I'm not being hyperbolic here, that's exactly what some people have told me are the competing risks they face when they balance COVID exposure against isolation. And I know that many high risk populations face these same severe negative mental health outcomes too -- in fact, I know high risk people who choose to go out in public at times in order to remain sane, but who have to sit with the fact that it could be a mortal danger to do so).

I also think about how the queer community came together in the fight against AIDS to make condoms available, to educate one another about safer sex practices or harm reductionist practices, to engage in sex together in risk mitigating ways (such as gloved fisting) and how they pushed for the government to make drug treatment available to them. I see a lot of queer and disabled advocacy groups doing similar work today to spread accurate data on COVID as best they can, promote masking, organize solely outdoor events, encourage vaccination, and remind people of the stakes.

And I see such a massive gap between the ways in which risk mitigation was made possible through such community efforts, and how catastrophically the government fails us regarding COVID. We are not given free tests anymore. Vaccines aren't free anymore either. It is no longer a state of emergency. Many of us have been forced back into in-person work at our jobs. Our unemployment benefits have been cut. Student loan payments are roaring back into action. Disability benefits and medicare's expansion is rolling back. We no longer have accurate testing and tracing data. Masks are no longer required.

If a person wants to behave responsibly regarding COVID, how are they even supposed to? They can wear a mask in public and not experience in-person community to the extend they might like or need. But they can't actually prevent themselves from getting or spreading the virus because they've been forced back to work. I understand many people do not even take these small steps to reduce harm and that it is dismaying and outrageous. And I think you have ever right to feel outraged by it. But I also think individual behavior flows from social support and institutional pressure, and nearly all of that is heading in the wrong direction right now.

And I think about how collective the push for better government interventions regarding AIDS was, and how much the push regarding COVID instead is focused on targeting individual people for the actions they've made within a very unsupportive context. It was not beneficial to view individuals who had bareback sex or shot heroin as the origin of HIV, and I don't think it's helpful to understand COVID as a phenomenon of individuals failing to mask now.

Granted, it took HIV activism YEARS to get to the point of ACT UP. And we're not so many years deep into COVID yet comparatively. Personally when I look at all these facts in context I see a population that largely did take COVID seriously for a time, but who, due to a mix of institutional failure, mass misinformation, risk resignation, and despair, no longer do so in their behavior.

I don't believe in moralizing emotions and I think from your perspective you're affected by all these factors PLUS the massive risk of developing Long Covid symptoms or worse. And I know you know and live all this shit already so forgive me for preaching to the choir. But I do want to gently push back against the idea that most people don't care about COVID the way they care about STI's. I believe our discourse on both has been horrifically poisoned by individualism, capitalism, and institutional failure.

Some articles I have written on the subject:

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bobby-r2d2-floyd · 2 years ago

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Life Goes On (REUPLOADED)

Rhett Abbott x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: 18 year old reader spends her last night in Wyoming with 21 year old Rhett Abbott before leaving for art school

Warnings: None? Two idiots in love not telling each other

might cross post this to ao3, not entirely sure yet but not posted anywhere else.

read part 2 here!

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Freshly graduated from high school, the summer before you left to go to university had flown by. Days were packed full of riding, roping, moving cattle with the Abbott family whenever they needed, spending time caring for your younger siblings when your mom worked day shifts. You and your best friend Rhett Abbott barely had hung out at all, spare moments here and there in the hay loft when Royal wasn’t needing you two to do a chore around their property. Before you knew it, it was your last night in town.

You were perched atop of your roof, staring at the stars as you took slow drags from your cigarette, you missed the sound of your bedroom window being open and boots padding across the shingles. You don’t need to turn around to know who it was that was joining you, you already knew.

Rhett dropped his flannel over your bare shoulders, the strings of your tank top doing nothing to keep the chill of the Wyoming night time air from sending goosebumps across your skin.

“Can’t believe this summer’s already passed by” he says, sliding up behind you and hooking his chin on your shoulder. You let out a small hum and take another drag, the only noise between the two of you being the burn of the paper.

“I can’t either, and I have no idea when I’m gonna have time to come back and see you again.” you say before exhaling the smoke that was in your lungs. “I saw you every day this summer and I still feel like I never saw you.”

He takes the cigarette from your hand, taking his own slow drag before exhaling after a few beats, “you could always not go.”

“Rhett.. I have to go. I have to get out of this town, I can’t stay here.” you tell him for what felt like the millionth time. “This is going to be good. I can go out there and I can get an education and make a name for myself that isn’t the girl who cried wolf.”

“You didn’t cry wolf, that guy.. He was no good.” Rhett says as he rubs your arm.

“Tell that to the rest of Amelia County.” you take the cigarette back and take the last hit of it before putting it in the old water filled coffee can.

He squeezes your midsection a little tighter and you lean back against him, “as much as I hate it here, I don’t want this night to end.” you say as you exhale the smoke from your lungs, watching it swirl amongst the stars before dissipating.

Tomorrow you would be headed east to Chicago, a 16 hour drive, mostly on I-80 before a stint on I-88. It was a drive that you had mapped out for weeks, even alternate routes should you need them. You weren’t expecting to get into the Art Institute straight out of high school but you were honored nonetheless to be accepted. It was something that Rhett didn’t understand, he knew you were artistic, you did murals all over the town, He just didn’t understand why you felt like you needed to go to school for it.

“Are you going to keep working with your dad?” you ask, staring at the moon rising in the distance.

“Yeah, work with him, move the cattle, now that fair season is over I'm not gonna be on the bulls as much anymore unless I do well this next time.” he says as he admires the partial view of your face in the moonlight. He knew that there wasn’t a lot of money in the bull riding at the level he was competing,or in the ranching, so the odds of him ever making it out the city to see you would be out of the question unless he picked up another job or you were able to fund his visit.

You inhale with a shaky breath and before you know it there’s a rogue tear running down your face and landing on his arm.

“Let’s get outta here. Go for a drive, pretend we have more than just a few hours.” he mumbles and you nod your head. He stands up before offering a hand to you to help you stand. When you stand, you’re a little too close than you were planning on being and you look up at him, your breath catching in your throat. He looks down at you, his dark aegean blue eyes boring into yours and for a second you wish that he would tilt your chin up and kiss you. When he doesn’t, though, choosing to step back instead you give him a small smile and a thanks as you make your way back into your room and down and out of the house, putting his flannel on properly as you make the way to the front door. Rhett kicks himself for not kissing you, but he still follows you out of the house and to his truck, putting his hat back on as he shuts the front door behind him. He opens your door for you like the gentleman he was raised to be and you smile softly as he shuts it once you're settled in the cab.

Rhett drives for what feels like hours, heading out of his own personal hell. There’s a small road up the mountain about 45 minutes from your house where as a child you always felt like you could touch the stars. Neither of you say a word as he drives, neither of you wanting to break the comfortable silence with the impending heartache of tomorrow.

He drums his fingers against his steering wheel, bringing you out of your thoughts, “haven’t even left yet and this place already feels so different.”

“Sucks we had to grow up, that you’re leaving…” he leaves the leaving me out.

“This’ll be good, right? ‘M makin’ the right choice?” you question, finally looking over at him and he looks back at you.

“Darlin’ I want nothing more than to keep you home where I know that you’re safe, but I also know that if either of us were gonna be makin’ it out of this place it would be you. You’re gonna be great wherever you end up.” he tells you, hoping that you don't hear how his voice cracks at the end.

You give him a sad smile before opening your door to climb out. He follows suit and when he makes it around the hood of his truck you wrap an arm around his waist, his own arm finds its home around your shoulders.

You make the small hike up the mountain to where there's a lookout, taking a seat in the grass you look up at the stars where they seem even brighter than they were from the roof of your home. "I'll miss this view the most, I think."

"Lookin' up at the stars definitely won't be the same tomorrow night." he responds, taking the opportunity to sit next to you this time so he can really commit your face to memory.

"It's beautiful." a smile makes its way across your lips and you miss the way he's looking at you when he replies.

"Yeah, it sure is." his eyes trail your face, quickly looking away when you finally look over at him.

At some point you fell asleep in Rhett's arms, awaking slightly damp from the morning dew and when the first rays of sunshine were finally making their way into Wyoming. You smile at the way you were curled against his chest, his arm wrapping around your hip and resting on the exposed skin there. He stirs when he feels the arm you had draped across his torso move and he looks down at you and offers a gentle smile. "Good morning, darlin'."

You return his smile with a sad sigh, "mornin'."

You both sit up, and as always he's hopping up before you so he can offer his hand to pull you up to start the walk back to the truck.

"What time you headin' out?" he asks, packing tobacco into his lip, an action that shouldn't be sexy but is coming from him.

"Uh, well.. I wanted to be leavin' now but I won't say no to breakfast?" you say with a smile and he chuckles, starting the vehicle and heading back towards town as you shoot your mom a text that Rhett and you are grabbing breakfast out so she doesn't need to worry about fixing you a plate.

He pulls into town and parks outside the dinner, both of you take your time making your way and inside. The silence is comfortable as you sip your coffee, speaking only when the waitress comes for your order.

The coffee sits like a hot coal in your stomach, nervousness for the drive and leaving your entire life, the man you fell in love with. Sure, he's three years older, 21 to your 18, but that never stopped him from being there for you. Everyone at school called you "Rhett's girl", they all knew not to mess around with you or he would be on their case. Despite all the buckle bunnies throwing themselves at him, he only ever had eyes for you.

It was easy to love him.

The food arrived and only then did you two make small talk. He asked pretty basic questions:

Where are you staying? In the dorms. Do you have a roommate? No, I don’t think so. What courses are you taking? I don’t know yet.

How long are you going to be gone? You hesitated on answering that, unsure of how long you were going to be gone and if you were even planning on coming back. “I don’t know, Rhett.”

He nods his head and puts cash down on the table, enough to cover the bill and leave plenty extra for the tip. He slides from the booth and offers his hand to you to help you stand up, you smile at the gesture and take the outstretched palm as you rise. “Well, guess we better get you back home so you can say your goodbyes and whatnot to your family.”

Rhett dropped you off at your mom’s house, his eyes following you inside as he walked over to your car, opening the unlocked door to pop the hood so he can check your oil and top of any fluids that needed it. Your mom watches him from the kitchen window as you say goodbye to your younger sister and brother, holding them both maybe a little too tight before you leave.

“It isn’t too late to change your mind, baby.” she says turning to look at you and you stand up and look over at her.

“Mama I can’t stay here, you know that.” you walk up behind her and watch as Rhett double and triple checks everything, even turning your car on and making sure you’ll have enough gas to make a good chunk of the way through Nebraska.

“Did you tell him?” she asks as she rubs your back.

“Tell him what?” you play oblivious to her question.

“That you love him.” you stiffen at her words and she lets out a small chuckle, “sweetheart the only person in this world who is too blind to see how much you love Rhett, is Rhett himself.”

“I can’t tell him.. If I told him I would want him to leave with me and you and I both know that he isn’t going to leave behind the bull riding and his family’s ranch.” you tell her and fill up a travel mug of coffee.

She sighs and goes to say something when the front door opens and not wanting to track mud throughout your mothers house from his boots, Rhett stands in the doorway, “your car’s all good to go darlin’. Ma’am” he says as he addresses your mom with a small smile. She shoots you a pointed look and you send back a glare. Rhett shuts the door and stands on your front porch, waiting for you to come out after saying a long goodbye to your mom.

“I was in your position, and I regret it every single day that I didn’t beg him to come with me. I know how it feels and you’re going to regret it too.” she tells you as she holds you tight.

“You did?” you ask and she nods.

“Yeah, I mean, granted I came back and married him, but your father and I lost years of what our relationship could have been, and then he passed away in that bull accident. Don’t make the same mistakes that I did.” she wipes her thumbs over your face and you shake your head.

“I can’t tell him.. He probably doesn’t even feel the same way.”

“You never know unless you say something, so say something or risk losing him forever.”

Rhett looks back at you as you open the front door and he holds it as you step outside, “you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be moving 15 hours across the country.” you laugh and he gives you a small smile before walking with you to your car. He opens the door and you throw your small bag inside that contains your wallet, cellphone, and charging cord. “Hey Rhett-”

“So listen-” he says at the same time as you, “you go first.”

You shake your head, “no, you can.”

“Be safe, please? You’ll have to stop for an oil change along the way so I left some money in the glovebox for you and there’s pepper spray in there as well should you need to use it, on the drive or in the city.” he tells you and you nod, opening your mouth to say something and he takes a step back, cutting you off. “It’s almost noon, you should be headin’ out.”

“Yeah, I uh, I guess I should.” you say, gripping your car as he walks back up to pull you in a quick hug, kissing your head before pulling away.

You inhale as much of his scent as you can, trying to commit it to memory - the tobacco and coffee of his breath as he exhales across your face, the cedar of his cologne, and the mint of his aftershave that’s barely clinging to his skin.

He climbs into the cab of his truck, head leaning back against his seat as he watches your car pull out of your driveway, tail lights fading down the road with the dust trail you leave, he pounds his steering wheel, cursing himself for not kissing you or telling you how much you meant to him and that he loved you.

You looked back in your rearview, your childhood home and Rhett’s truck fading into the background as you headed towards your future, your new life in the big city.

Life regrettably going on for the both of you, without each other.

#lewis pullman imagine #lewis pullman x reader #outer range #outer range imagine #rhett abbott #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x reader #robert floyd #robert 'bob' floyd #robert floyd imagine #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x reader

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alexseanchai · 1 year ago

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Phichit's known interests are social media, esp photography, and running an ice show, so I'd figure him for getting whichever art degree gives him the best background for running an ice show, which is probably theater with a focus on the business management and technical aspects, and probably as many photography and videography courses as fit in that degree plan

unless the requirements of the theater degree conflict with the demands of his career, like, if the degree needs him to be part of the technical crew for productions that overlap with competitions, one of those has to bend

though in that case he might simply not pursue any degree until he's retired from competition, or (less fun) he might pursue a business degree that he can do entirely distance learning, bc that's much easier to work around competition schedule

which is approximately what Yuuri must have done, since his JSF website bio gives his university as Kii Gakuin University and that's a geographical enough name to pin it to a particular region of Japan, and therefore there's no way he spent more than several weeks total of his time in university in the same country as the main campus

except Yuuri can't have gotten a business degree, Mari wouldn't be wondering what he would do with his degree if his degree had any obvious relation to running the onsen, Yuuri has to have done something art or possibly athletics related, possibly collaboratively with a university campus in or very near Detroit

Viktor I think ditched compulsory education at his earliest legal opportunity, but that'd be when he was like sixteen, right? canon is set ten years later, and by then I suspect him of being at least most of the way toward a degree in at least one of business, sports management, or (given the sheer volume of books we see in his apartment in the Blu-ray visuals) literature

and either the degree is from an institution based in St. Petersburg or, and the later he started on it the likelier I think this is, he also did distance learning (possibly still from an institution based in St. Petersburg), specifically in order to avoid having to ever set foot in a classroom while potentially recognizable as The Viktor Nikiforov

and if he was studying in person then I figure he completed the degree before canon, otherwise he had to take a hiatus from that too to go coach Yuuri, but if he was doing distance learning then that's not a concern

and he has to have either completed the degree before the end of canon or taken time off from that, there's not really enough hours in the day for him to both coach and compete as it is

#yuri on ice #phichit chulanont #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov

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lily-blue · 1 year ago

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Love is a powerful weapon; learn to wield it

☆ characters: naga!kim & singha!you ☆ genre: fantasy kingdom au, guardian spirits au ☆ warnings: brief mention of blood, death and violence ☆ request: DV15. form this prompt list ☆ summary: you’re still too young to understand what it means to fight for your loved ones, but Kim tries his best to guide you towards the right direction ☆ words: 1,8k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town ♥

There was a parallel world outside that only a few could see; a prosperous kingdom behind a thin veil where most guardians lived. Some of these fearsome albeit well-respected creatures possessed the power of shapeshifting, some remained the same for centuries if the demons of the human realm didn’t shorten their life span drastically. Like it had happened to your maternal uncle before his twin daughters had taken over the temple that he had been protecting half of his life in Siam or your grandfather who had died before you had been born, sacrificing his life for the villagers who had worshipped him and his twin for decades, wishing for peace after long years of internal war.

As young Singhas, you and your twin brother both lived in Wattana, the capital city of your kingdom, in an institute close to the royal palace, where the king and queen could keep an eye on your improvement as guardian candidates. Since the vast majority of your kind had never cared enough about humans to show their faces on the other side of the veil, those who were willing to dedicate their existence to the weak and fallible were given proper training to be able to carry out their mission. You were taught about human history, different cultures that acknowledged your existence and defence and offence techniques that could have helped you win a fight against much greater enemies. To say that you loved every second of your training might have been a stretch, but you did love following in your family’s footsteps despite the limited time your teachers granted you to spend with your friends and relatives. You assumed it was their way of making you all get used to their absence once you moved to the human world.

After all, only guardians on duty could cross the border, and protecting one’s temples and people was a job that never ended. There would be no vacations or paid sick leaves. Actually, according to your teachers, both you and your brother would need to look for a human job once you became a part of the human world as blending in was the easiest way to pick up on the telltale signs when all hell was about to get loose. Humans loved gossiping that much.

The muffled screams and the distinct smell of Garuda blood were the first things that had gotten your attention when on a particularly lonely night you decided to walk around in the garden behind your accommodation to feel closer to your father. You two might have never met as he had needed to leave for the human world with his twin after their father’s death, but you liked to think that you were looking at similar moons.

‘You’re disgusting, you human-fucker piece of shit,’ someone groaned, the pain behind each and very world palpable. Even from a distance, even without looking at their face, you knew that their pain wasn’t one of a friend who had been betrayed. They felt the pain as if their body was nearing its limits.

‘Poor choice of last words,’ your teacher retorted with the usual nonchalance in his voice that made the ease he sliced the Garuda’s throat even more frightening. Your nails sank into palms as you peeked out from behind the tree trunk that you were using as your shield. Your stomach dropped the moment the creature’s head touched the ground.

In spite of those years you had spent in the institute, despite how seriously the royal couple and your teachers took your education, it was your first time witnessing another guardian’s death. The amount of blood that slowly pooled around the headless body was a lot more vast than you would have thought; the still corpse didn’t dissolve into thin air, either, as quickly as you had assumed based on the books and stories you had read.

You couldn’t take your eyes off the Garuda’s eerily wide eyes. It felt like he was staring at you even in his death.

‘Are you planning to stay there all night?’ Your teacher’s voice pulled you out of your stupor, the disapproving hum at the end of his question echoing amusement. You weren’t sure it was a good sign or you should have been terrified. ‘If that’s how you react when you get scared, you should give up on becoming a guardian. You’ll just get yourself and your brother killed.’

It panged, how dismissively the Naga spoke. As though he thought you were a lost case; as if your dedication meant nothing to him just because, for a moment, your feet turned into stone.

Determined to not show any sign of weakness or frustration, you held your chin high and stepped out from behind the tree, feigning nonchalance. So what if it was the fearsome Naga, the guardian of merciless royal families, Kim Theerapanyakul who had called you incompetent? You knew your worth. You just had to remind him that you were the top student of your class for a reason.

‘I saw nothing,’ the lie fell from your lips immediately and honestly, you were pretty proud of how stable your voice came out while facing someone as deadly and rough around the edges as the Naga. You could almost see yourself walk away from this situation unharmed.

Expect…

‘You saw enough,’ he corrected you, the subtle smirk in the corner of his mouth unnerving. It was giving you the chills, but you willed your body to remain calm. Sure, you shouldn’t have been out so late at night, you should have walked in the opposite direction as soon as you had smelled the blood in the air, but it wasn’t necessarily against the rules. Until Kim had some sort of permission or reason to kill the other guardian.

Because he had had one, right?

He had to have a good reason. You refused to believe that he had been in the wrong because that would have meant one thing: you were an error in his plan that he needed to get rid of. You bit into your tongue to suppress the nervous gulp that you were about to do.

‘You can relax. He was about to bring hell to the human world with this,’ he showed you the tiny ruby that was atop of his palm before he shoved it into the inner pocket of his leather jacket. You furrowed your brows but nodded in acknowledgement nevertheless. You had never heard about a gemstone so dangerous before, but maybe it was a part of a more complex plan. He wasn’t obligated to tell you all the details.

It was most probably for the better that he didn’t tell you anything more.

‘Wasn’t he a guardian?’ Was yet another question that shouldn’t have left your mouth, but it bugged you: was it necessary to go to such extremes instead of talking things out? Or was there a possibility that there weren’t only demons out there but fellow guardians, too, who wanted to harm those your family members had given their lives for?

Kim tilted his head sideways as his gaze loitered over your body from head to toe. He said nothing, but the silence was as good as any answer could have been. You felt sick and angry.

You were frustrated because you had just realised that you were still too young and naive for people like Kim to not laugh at you when you claimed you knew the world.

The Naga must have picked up on your unstable emotional state because instead of sending you back to your room or scolding you more for your poor reaction, he sighed and sat down on the grass, wordlessly asking you to do the same with another tilt of his head.

It took you a couple of seconds, but you eventually sat down next to him.

When you would tell your brother about your night the following day, you wouldn’t be able to explain how you ended up discussing the difference between a good guardian and powerful guardian - especially because you had been talking about the ones who lost their way and got corrupted in the process -, but you would have no problem reciting your teacher’s conclusion on the matter. In fact, his words might have stuck with you for the rest of your life.

‘They, good guardians, die for love. You kill for it.’ The impact was immediate as a part of you understood that what he was saying would change the way you saw the world forever. However, another part of you, that had barely lived two decades, couldn’t make much sense of the statement. Had he implied that guardians that lost their life were weak?

Wasn’t dying for those people you were protecting one of the most respected ways to leave the world behind?

Your eyes grew wide when Kim poked your forehead with his index and middle fingers. Your neck bent backwards and a pained groan slipped past your lips because of how unexpected his gesture was.

‘Go, sleep. I won’t go easy on you if you’re late from your morning run,’ he warned you, but despite his words and your lasting confusion, you felt more at ease in his company now than you had felt before your conversation.

You were still sitting on the grass, staring out of your head, when the Naga stood up and dusted off his jeans. He didn’t say anything more, nor did he steal a glance at you from above his shoulder from a distance. He became one with the shadows as easily as the rumours suggested. He was gone before you realised.

However, his words stayed with you. They didn’t go away as you grew into a more mature version of yourself who was a little more aware of how the real world worked with every passing day. A version of yourself who, despite the heartbreak, was strong enough to take over her father’s temple when the man and his brother failed to protect their humans from a backhanded attack led by a bitter guardian.

It took another decade and a half for your teacher’s words to finally make perfect sense to you. It happened so naturally you almost didn’t notice the changes: you crossed paths with a ridiculous human being who could not only see through the veil, but was also too fierce and reckless for his own good and as simple as breathing, your life went off its axis.

Before him, you would have fought until your body stopped moving if it meant you could protect those people who were depending on you and your brother. After him, you discovered the power that came with your desperation to destroy everything and everyone that meant harm to him. To stay with him. Because why would anyone die for peace and leave their loved ones behind?

When you genuinely cared about someone’s happiness, there were few things more cowardly than turning into a martyr just because it might have been what a good guardian would have done to avoid bloodshed.

the end.

#jeff satur #jeff #kim theerapanyakul #kinnporsche #kim theerapanyakul x you #kim x reader #kim x you #kinnporche scenarios #fantasy kingdom au #guardian spirits au #ssbyme

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blackthornv · 1 year ago

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TWP: my arthurian headcanon pt.4

Oh, please, we all knew it would come to this, there's no mystery here. Also i don't know a lot about this arthurian character so i'll just go with the basic stuff.

Tiberius Nero Blackthorn, fifth of the Seven Blackthorn Siblings: there's just no way he wouldn't be Merlin. It's impossible to not make comparisons between both these characters intellect. Merlin is one of the greatest warlocks in the history of literature, with immense power and wisdom. He is mostly represented as a mentor to many of the others characters in the Matter of Britain such as Morgana Le Fey, the Lady of the Lake, Lancelot and King Arthur (ah yes, our Arthur).

Ty was introduced to us as an erudite and later on he went pursuing his dreams to be a (sort of) investigator in Scholomance - the most refined manner of education Shadowhunters allow in their midst. (Let's get it out of the way: Ty is the greatest student in the history of Scholomance. Source? I don't need one. Shut up.)

He also has began his introduction to (forbidden) magic in QoAaD and we can tell by Livvy's PoV that he - they - are exploring the magic that remained after his attempt at necromancy. I might be biased (and so what if i am?) but he does always find a solution to the problems he faces (even death lol) and so far things are going alright for him except for... the poorly acknowledged matters of his heart.

Okay, maybe to say he doesn't acknowledge his feelings is a bit harsh, but he certainly doesn't let himself process it. I do believe that some of the fault here is at his older siblings and parents. I understand that they did the best they could for him without actually understanding why they always thought Ty to be sensible, it's just i can't help to feel like the excessive coddling might have done him harm when it comes to get in touch with both his and other people's feelings. For all my previous thoughts on how Ty might be depriving Livvy from her freedom by keeping her around even though she clearly doesn't belong anymore, i believe Livvy held him back in the past.

All that to say: Merlin's ending is usually marked by his death/entrapment after he falls madly in love (let's ignore that he fell for the Lady of the Lake). The intensity of his feelings ended up making him careless in his approach and blinded to anything else. As a result of that, he was trapped in a lake - condemned to drown perpetually with his feelings.

Ty wronged Kit. I understand how they were both coming from difficult moments and how delicate the situation was but i still think Kit was right in all the decisions he made to keep a distance between himself and Ty.

Ty knows a lot but he will not learn how to deal with his feelings by staying locked away in the Institute or pretending to move on at Scholomance. He didn't allow himself to go through his grief when his twin died, when Kit was there offering comfort, companionship and love - but now Kit is gone and in this scenario he has removed himself from the equation is a much more drastic way than Livvy because he chose to leave. He doesn't give Ty any other option than to feel the ache of his broken heart - of their broken hearts - created by this oppressive absence.

In the end, his twin hovers above his shoulder as a ghost but it is Kit who haunts him.

#ty blackthorn #kit herondale #livvy blackthorn #twp #the wicked powers

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agp · 11 months ago

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the equating of nonbinary identity with trans identitity on nonbinary terms is at worst transphobic and at best a strategic mistake in this society. we are assigned various genders at birth and come to claim various genders throughout our lives. in colonial western patriarchal society we are universally assigned a binary set of genders. because of this we do not have cis nonbinary people in the sense that they were neither assigned male nor female. colonial institutions of education and healthcare on turtle island and abroad ensure our assignment into gendered categories that allign with cisexism to render us intelligible to its logic.

therefore, within this colonial society, access to claiming various genders is informed, policed, and privileged through, among other things, birth assignment, and since this same society limits assignment to a particular binary, it does not recognize other assignments nor the notion of a cisgender nonbinary person within its bounds. to be cisgender and nonbinary would imply being assigned nonbinary and as such unintelligible to the binary logic of cisexism, and this, conveniently, is said to never happen.

cis and trans can be their own stand alone things if you want them to be. but theyre disarmed as political tools when theyre divorced from the gendered colonial institutions that govern us and the flows they engender are thus hidden from us. to 'be' cis or trans here and now is simply to have a differing relationship between a gender you claim and whether it was assigned to you at birth - a relationship defined by the violence of the institutions that produce our differences. transmisogyny in this society particularly targets those coercively assigned male at birth specifically because it only recognizes binary assignment and provides those coerced 'the other way' with a particular form of exemption from this violence by that act.

im a nonbinary woman. there are various other nonbinary people with various relationships to womanhood. some have a relationship that is transgender like myself because i was assigned male at birth and this is how cisexism understands me. others have a relationship that is cisgender, and while many continue to identify with and perform womanhood at various times, many will categorically reject this categorization for various reasons.

some will point to the earlier notion of 'cis nonbinary' to insist thats what being cis and nonbinary is, and thats not what they are. some will point to their relationship to womanhood as one of compultion and compromise to say its not the same if its a mask. some will point to their own lack of womanhood to say there is no womanhood to describe as cisgender. they are all correct, but none of these are reasons to reject the notion of nonbinary people having a differing relationship to womanhood informed by cisexism and transmisogyny.

the reason we reject this language is because of the shame it carries in our communities. it is shameful to be associated with cis people and trans women in our communities. it is encouraged to silence trans women when we challenge anyone on anything but especially cisexism, and it is especially those who are transmisogyny-exempt who refuse to consider us. it is encouraged not to call people cis because it is an insult. it is encouraged not to listen to us because its just as insulting.

well i think its insulting to me as a trans person every time a cafab nonbinary person who lives part of their life in the closet as a nonbinary person needs to use the language of trans people to describe their personal distance from their birth assignment. thats not what cis and trans mean. me rejecting the manhood that was coerced onto me does not change the nature of that coerction or the meaning it holds in a cisexist society. my relationship to manhood is cisgender and theres nothing i can do about that. im just not a man. if i was also man that shouldnt change my trans womanhood. transness is about your relationship to the genders your claim and has nothing to do with whether you identify with the one you were initially forced into. that distance is irrelevant.

and its made impossible to have respectful public discourse about my relationship with manhood as a trans woman because of the weight these institutions carry. yeah frankly i wish i could say trans women have a form of conditional cis privilege relative to maleness. but i need ten paragraphs of this shit to pad it up to feel less likely to be retaliated against.

the most insulting and ignorant version of this shutdown is honestly the simplest to understand as a product of cisexism: 'nonbinary people just use whatever pronouns they were assigned when they compromise and i dont know why you would do this to yourself'

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