#for example i have a collection of perfumes but i do not collect perfumes

[rudestmechanical]

everyone in the world should have at least one thing they collect. this is a necessary part of the human experience.

[honeytonedhottie]

incorporating chic-ness and elegance into ur lifetsyle⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍨

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE CHIC ;

what does it mean to be chic? the word chic is used a lot in conversation but it actually has two meanings. chic (adjective) means to be elegantly and stylishly fashionable. but the meaning of chic that we are going to focus on in todays post is the noun.

CHIC (noun) : stylishness and elegance, typically of a specified kind…💬🎀

when i think of chic people like audrey hepburn and coco chanel. who do you think of when u think of the word chic? once you've thought of people who pop up in ur mind when u think of chic, think about what makes them chic? is it their clothes? the way that they carry and present themselves? is it their influence etc.

THE LITTLE LUXURIES ADD UP TO A CHIC LIFE ;

everyday is a reason to celebrate. you opening ur eyes this morning is a reason to celebrate. which is why i dont understand why people like to "save the beautiful things for celebrations". celebrate urself everyday. use the expensive perfume that u like, use ur best candles, have cake. dont save the little luxuries of life for when theres something to celebrate. celebrate everyday.

additionally the little things that u do everyday can add up to a more chic lifestyle and are not that difficult to implement into ur life. some examples of this include

drinking herbal teas with honey

starting a collection of something that u love

starting a collection specifically is a great way to spark the feeling of luxury or abundance…💬🎀

practicing self care

upgrading ur vocabulary

reading books and novels that are enriching

doing what YOU wanna do

fresh flowers

when you romanticize and make ur life seem more chic and elegant even if its with little things that u do, those things will add up and ultimately you'll formulate the chic and elegant life that u want.

GET READY EVERYDAY ;

when u present urself in the best possible way you'll FEEL it. when u put time into ur appearance every single day and get ready everyday your confidence will sky rocket because as we know, when we look good we FEEL good.

for me, when i get ready everyday i'll get more done in the day because i feel put together and posh etc. allocate time for urself everyday to do your makeup and keep up with ur appearance because it'll make u feel more chic.

THINGS THAT I THINK ARE CHIC ;

hand held mirrors

fluffy lashes

a little black dress

french tips

little baguette bags (tiny little purses in general)

fluffy powder puffs

cursive

THE STYLISH ASPECT OF BEING CHIC ;

the chic style is all about not doing too much and letting the outfit speak for itself. not wearing too many colors at once and choosing colors that complement each other. the outfit is more in the details then in the outfit itself which is why the little black dress is such a timeless fashion staple. some details to focus on when being chic are using nudish colors on ur nails or just go for french tips.

[babygirlwritessmut]

♡︎ part2. we need to stop meeting like this

MINORS DNI!

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: the next day you met Troy in the college hallway, he wasn't too happy about you humiliating him for cheating, but Vi was there to help. again.

・❥・ genre: smut + kinda friends to lovers

・❥・ word count: 1.6k

✎ warnings: 18+, homophobia, blood, mention of smut, cheating, smoking, fight, swearing

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the next morning, you woke up early, feeling a lingering sense of anxiety that stayed with you all morning. at first, you thought that last night was just a dream, but seeing Vi's red leather jacket brought all the memories flooding back. you took off the jacket and held it to your face, breathing in the scent: a mix of perfume and cigarettes, an odd smell, but it made you smile.

while getting ready for college, you thought about what to say to Trish and how to face Troy. you weren’t even sure if he knew what had happened or if he realized you had seen him that night. these thoughts brought back the unpleasant images, making you grimace.

“disgusting jerk,” you muttered to yourself as you headed to the kitchen, where the smell of breakfast was already in the air. entering, you saw your parents laughing over coffee and sharing stories. they had always been an example of a good relationship for you. you had hoped to find the same happiness someday, but Troy had shattered your self-esteem and any desire for romantic relationships.

“good morning, family,” you tried to act as if everything was fine, not wanting to spoil breakfast with details from the previous night.

“good morning, sweetheart. how was the party?” your dad smiled at you. you couldn’t hold back and started crying again; being with your parents made it hard to contain your emotions. they exchanged a look and came over to you.

“what happened? did someone hurt you?” your mom asked, alarmed, her eyes full of concern. as you collected your thoughts, they hugged you, which made you feel a little better. you shared what had happened. your dad seemed incredibly angry, his face turning red, but he focused on calming you. you didn’t feel like having breakfast, so after talking and having a cup of coffee, you decided it was time to go.

“if you’re not feeling well, I can call the college and tell them you won’t be there today. I’m so sorry this happened,” your mom said, stroking your hair and holding your hand.

“no, it’s okay. I don’t want to jeopardize my future because of Troy. I need to go.” your words were steady. you had no intention of skipping class and hiding under the covers. after all, he was the one who betrayed you - why should you be the one staying home?

“that’s my girl. I’m proud of you. I’m so sorry you went through this alone,” your dad said, looking at you.

“I… wasn’t alone.” you looked up and met your parents’ surprised gazes. “Vi was with me; she drove me home last night.”

“Vi? is she the girl from the soccer team?” your mom asked, trying to understand what you two had been doing together.

“yes, after… the incident, she was there to support me.” you smiled to yourself, remembering how the two of you had looked up at the stars.

“well, that’s good. but don’t jump into another relationship too quickly; you need time.” you felt your parents were a bit wary about your new friend.

“no, no. it’s nothing like that. we just… talked,” you blushed at your mom’s words.

“yeah, I can see it’s ‘nothing,’” your dad chuckled, and you decided it was definitely time to leave.

outside the college, Trish greeted you with a big hug. she was asking what had happened because she had heard strange rumors about you and Vi. after you explained the whole situation, she started shouting, “I’ll punch him in the face! who does he think he is?!”

“I can’t say I don’t share your enthusiasm, but he’s not worth it. I just need some time right now,” you laughed. Trish was always ready to defend you, and you felt grateful for her.

“all right, so tell me, how’s Vi?” she winked at you.

“you too?” you rolled your eyes. “she was just there when… I needed her. nothing else…” you blushed again. why did the thought of her make you so nervous?

“if you say so, my friend. I’m not mad, you two would look good together, if you know what I mean.” Trish started blowing kisses in the air, imitating a kiss.

“can we not? let’s change the topic,” you laughed at her theatrics.

“fine,” Trish looped her arm through yours as you headed inside. “we still haven’t planned your birthday. and before you say you don’t want a celebration, let me remind you it’s one of the best days of the year, so no objections!” you both walked towards the classroom.

“I don’t know. I thought maybe this year we’d just hang out at my place? I’m not really sure I want to invite anyone,” you felt a pang of sadness again, but agreed that Troy and his betrayal shouldn’t take your day away from you.

“no, that won’t do. I suggest…” Trish thought for a moment, “I suggest a pajama party! we can invite some girls from college, watch movies, gossip… you could even invite Vi.” she winked at you.

“for gossip and movies? seriously? she plays soccer and hangs out with guys in her free time. I don’t think she’d be interested.”

“why not? it’s your birthday, after all. worth a try,” Trish shrugged.

after her words, you entered the classroom. the whole time, you kept thinking about what she had said. maybe it was worth trying.

after class, you were ready to head home and walked into the hallway when suddenly the entire soccer team was in front of you. Troy caught your eye, and a moment later, he was kissing you. shocked, you screamed and pushed him away.

“what the hell are you doing?!” you shouted loudly, and everyone was staring at you as Troy replied, "not in the mood?"

“not in the mood? I don’t want to see you. don’t come near me,” you started backing away from him, feeling all the curious eyes on you.

“babe, what are you doing?” your ex said, sounding a bit nervous.

“I should be asking you that - what are you doing with your pants down at a party in your room?” you didn’t hold back; what was the point? you felt hurt and wanted to humiliate Troy. he just stared at you. the whole team quickly left, leaving the two of you alone. you noticed the irritation on his face. without a word, he pinned you against the wall in the corridor. there was nowhere for you to slip away; fear gripped your body.

“think it's cool to humiliate me in front of the team?” he growled angrily in your face. your body shook with fear, and you realized there was nowhere to escape, no one around. “you’re nothing without me. if you were a bit smarter, you’d keep quiet and go on playing the good girl.”

his words hit you hard, and before you knew it, tears filled your eyes. just as you tried to say something, a lump in your throat silenced you. being pinned to the wall was terrifying; you wanted to scream, but it was like you were paralyzed. you no longer recognized Troy - or maybe you had never known him? just as he grabbed your throat, a familiar voice sounded.

“doesn’t seem like the best way to treat a girl, Troy,” it was Vi. she stood right next to you both, glaring at your ex with cold fury.

“oh, look who it is. the knight in shining armor,” his hand was still on your throat, and you could feel the air getting thinner. “seems like I'm not the only one who likes to have a little fun on the side. trying something new, huh, whore?” he sneered in your face.

“maybe next time, invite me along. missing my dick for complete satisfaction, are we, babe?” Troy’s words shocked you, and you felt like you might throw up right on him.

what happened next happened so fast. Vi grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him away from you, and punched him square in the face, sending him to the ground.

“dyke bitch, I'll kill you!” blood dripped from his nose, and Vi stood over him.

“if you come near her again, speak to her, or even look her way, a broken nose will be the least of your problems, got it?” her voice was cold and calm, which struck fear into both of you. Vi took your hand and led you toward the exit. you heard Troy shouting after you, “this isn’t over!"

catching your breath outside, you looked at Vi, who was watching over you.

“are you okay? do you need to go to the hospital or…?” she pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“no, I just... no, I just want to get out of here,” you said, and she just nodded. “thank you. I don’t know what he would’ve done if you hadn’t been there. but now you’ll have problems; you shouldn’t have hit him.”

“I don’t think so. his ego won’t let him tell anyone that I beat him up. besides, he was choking you and meant to hurt you, so it’s in his best interest to keep quiet,” Vi shrugged. “let me take you home.”

“we really need to stop meeting like this,” you tried to lighten the tense situation.

“can’t argue with that,” Vi laughed. “the main thing is that you’re okay.”

when you pulled up to your house, you said, “thanks for driving me home again. wait a few minutes, and I’ll bring your jacket back?”

“keep it; it suits you better,” Vi winked, making you blush.

[frost-queen]

Rock, paper, scissors (Reader x Recruiter)

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You ask, I deliver ;) A meet up at a station takes a different turn.

Maeheon station.

The crowd was moving forwards. Collectively going in one direction. The doors off the subway opening. Chattering voices bouncing off the walls. Off getters making way for on getters. Slowly the station became emptier. The doors to the subway closing. Getting in motion as the machinery screeched over the cable-lines. Chattering dying out as all went up the stairs.

All but one. Your spot on the bench already warmed up from the amount of time you had been sitting down. Watching train after train pass by. Each missing with the purpose of not wanting to move. Sighing loud, you let your head fall back against the wall. Just you and the classical music streaming in the station for one’s pleasure.

Turning your phone up, you looked at the black screen. Double tapping the screen, it flashed on. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but there were no texts. Of course he wouldn’t text you. Surely not when he broke up with you a couple of days ago.

Yet deep down, you still wished to receive a text from him. Wanting him to apologize or tell you just how much he loved you. Perhaps it was all too good to be true. He wasn’t going to text you back and you knew it. You were just giving yourself false hope.

Tugging your phone away once more, you turned to your self-pity once more. Since the break-up, you felt unlike yourself. Messed up and in knots. Acting all unlike yourself. Like for example sit and wait in a station for nothing. Doing absolutely nothing but wallow in self-pity.

Stare deeply in front of you at the ground. Fluttering confused with your eyelashes when two neat black shoes came stopping in front of you. It made you lift your gaze up when the shoes remained in place. Your gaze was up to his trousers till the feet moved.

Turning to the side and getting out of your vision. Confused you shot your head up. Staring at the empty station in front of you. Hearing a soft exhale beside you, made you jump out of your skin. A man had coming sitting beside you, wearing a suit and tie. Beside him a briefcase.

You stared at his face before staring down at his shoes. The same shoes that were in front of you. Gaze flashing briefly back up to his profile. You puffed out a scoff that from every empty bench in the station to choose from, he chose to sit with you.

Turning your posture back to the front, you felt a bit uncomfortable that someone was sitting with you. You could sense that the man was looking at you. Seeing it from the corner of your eye. – “Annyeonghaseyo, miss.” – he spoke with a smile on his lips.

You muttered out a reply, bowing your head in his direction without any eye contact. Staring back to the front, yet still feeling his gaze on you. – “Do you have a minute miss.” – he asked leaning a bit forwards. You gave him a proper look, taking him up and down.

Sliding just that further away from him. – “I don’t need a sale.” – you responded not wanting him to force whatever rubbish he tried to sell in his suitcase. – “It’s not that.” – he answered. – “I would like to give you a great opportunity.” – he went on as you were getting annoyed by him.

From your purse you took out your perfume, holding it up to him like a weapon. The man blinked surprised at the cosmetics pointed at him. – “I already told you I don’t want any sales!” – you made clear, looking him dead in the eye. The man swallowed thinking for a moment you would actually spray your perfume in his eyes.

Lowering your hand, you scoffed. – “Like I would waste a good smell on you.” – you said tugging your perfume away. – “Is it the one you are wearing?” – he asked all of the sudden. Furrowing your brows at his question. – “Mwo haneun geoya?” – you called out, leaning back when he had pulled himself a bit up.

Coming to smell you. His face close to your neck. – “Ya!” – calling out as you shoved him back. He only chuckled sitting back down. Straightening his suit before turning his head back to you in all seriousness. – “Now about that opportunity.” – he addressed once more, leaning on the suitcase between you and him.

Puffing loud, you crossed your arms. – “Like what, you can magically make my ex be less off a dick?” – you ridiculed his offer. The man tilted his head slightly. Checking you up and down. – “I see you were recently dumped.” – he responded making you stare in shock back at him for his bluntness. – “I am heavily debating on using my perfume anyways.” – you threatened back if he kept mocking you like that. He chuckled once. Opening his suitcase.

Curiously, you watched as he took out two envelopes. A red one and blue. Ddakji. – “Let’s play a game over it.” – he announced, holding them up with a smirk. – “If you win, I’ll pay you.” – he explained. – “Or something else…” – he added eyeing you up and down.

You already reached your hand out to him as he pulled them further away. – “If I win, you pay me.” – he made clear, wanting you to know the rules. – “So…” – he started moving them back to the front. – “Which do you want?”

Looking at the red and blue one, you weren’t sure. Gaze going over to him, seeing that charming smile on his lips. Something mad hiding behind them. Taking a deep breath, you threw everything overboard. Moving your finger up to point. The man stared confused back at you when your finger was pointing clear at him. Not at the ddakji but at his chest.

“What?” – you called out. – “I got to choose right? So I chose.” – you finished with a smile. – “The Ddakji.” – he called out, flapping them your way. It made you shrug your shoulders. – “I don’t want your money.” – was your response. He moved the ddakji down. – “Okay, I understand. You want to play a different game.” – he spoke leaning in close.

You leaned in as well, supporting on his suitcase. Flashing a flirty smile at him. – “Is that so?” – you questioned. Gods whatever it was you were doing, your mind couldn’t follow. Perhaps it was love-sick or pity, but you wanted to be bad. Having enough of being the good girl as clearly it brought you nowhere. Certainly not with your ex that cheated on you.

His eyes were going up and down your face. Lingering at your lips. – “Are you sure you can handle it?” – he asked. – “I’ll decide for myself.” – you answered. He curled up a smile. A smile like complimenting you for good work. He put the ddakji back away, getting up afterwards. Offering you his arm.

Completely swooned over by him, you took his arm. Following a complete stranger, just because he gave you some attention and had a pretty face. He led you out of the station. It hadn’t occurred to you just how long you had been sitting at the station for it was getting dark. He removed your hand from around his arm, taking it in his. Holding a tight grip on it.

Perhaps not wanting you to escape. He pulled you closer to the side-walk, holding his hand out for a cab. – “Where are you taking me?” – you asked. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, following a complete stranger. He turned to look at you with a smile. – “A secret.” – he whispered out, having come with his face up to your neck. Smelling your perfume once more.

A cab pulled over as he opened the door for you. With little time to rethink your actions, he nudged you into the car. Coming to sit beside you. He gave the driver a card with an address on it. The car driving off. Not a moment later your phone went off. Taking it out to see who was calling you. Your ex. For whatever reason.

He glanced over your shoulder at your phone, plucking it away from you. – “Remember you were getting over him, darling.”  - he spoke tugging your phone away in his inside pockets. You stared in shock back at him. He came shuffling a bit closer to you. Pressing a hand on your thigh. His gaze on the driver whilst leaning against you.

His lips close to your neck, hand sliding up your thigh. – “Wasn’t that right?” – he whispered at you. Sending a flush over your cheeks. Already feeling your body pulsating at how close his hand was getting. As a quick response, you slapped your hand down on his to stop him from going even deeper down between your thighs.

He gave you a sarcastic smile back as a response. You took his hand, giving it a hard squeeze before taking it off your body. Glancing up at the driver if he had noticed anything. He hadn’t been paying attention to you or him.

The car came to a stop in an unknown neighbourhood to you. He pulled you out of the cab with him. Shoving you up the stairs into an apartment. He was handling you rough, but somehow you didn’t mind. He pushed you into a sofa, making you blink surprised. He set his suitcase down. You gasped when he set his hands down on the sides to lean in to you.

“Shall we play a game sweetheart?” – he asked looking down at your lips. – “But first I would like to know my playthings name.” – he continued. – “Y/n.” – you breathed out. His lips curling up to a smile. – “What do I call you?” – you wanted to know. – “You can call me recruiter, darling.” – he responded, giving little away of his identity.

“Shall we?” – he let out with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Taking your hand, he pulled you up from the seat. – “Familiar with rock, paper, scissors?” – he asked as you hummed loud. – “If I win, I get to undress you.” – he spoke. – “If I win, I get to undress you.” – you responded quickly with a yearning breath.

Your answer seemed to please him as it made him smile. He opened his hands for you to take a stand. Exhaling deep, you clenched your hands into fists. He did the same. – “Rock, paper, scissors.” – he called out as both of you showed your hands. He had a rock and a scissor as yours was two papers.

It made you gulp soft as he could easily win from you. – “Minus one.” – he let out. You moved one hand close to your chest as he did the same. Only keeping his scissor up. – “Are you deliberately letting me win, Y/n?” – he questioned with a teasing glance.

You lowered both your hands as the recruiter stepped up to you. His hands going to your shoulders. Taking your coat in his hands. Letting it slide slowly off your back. Your breath shuddered at his fingers brushing over your body. Your coat getting tossed aside.

“Again.” – he spoke, tilting your head up by your chin. He took a step back once more. Both showing your hands. – “Rock, paper, scissors.” – he repeated. Both showing your hands. He chuckled at your hands. – “Minus one.” – he said moving a hand back. You did as well, closing your eyes as you had chosen the wrong one.

Ending up losing again. He smirked, approaching you once more. His eyes going over your face till they went down to your chest. Setting his hands by the top of your blouse. With one strong pull, he ripped it open. Buttons flinging off as he revealed your bosom.

“You are getting in a disadvantage Y/n.” – he touched your chin as your lips parted automatically. Feeling exposed standing so openly in front of him. – “Again.” – you were the one to call out now. Shoving him back. He grinned at how eager you suddenly were. – “Rock, paper, scissors.” – you called out both setting your hands.

“Minus one.” – you quickly added. Not giving him much time to think it over. He shoved a hand back to his chest, staring at the remaining hands. With slight shock, he looked up to you. You grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to you. – “I won.” – you whispered at him.

You set your hands on his shoulders. He smiled at how innocently you were going to undo him of his suit. Yet you had other plans. He never specified in which order you should undress one. Your gaze lowered as did your hands. Lowering to his trousers.

He gulped surprised when you took a hold of his belt. Undoing it as you zipped his trousers open. Keeping your eyes on him, you took a hold of his trousers. Going down low, taking them down with you. The recruiter cleared his throat, looking away. As you rose again, you felt a sudden hand on your head. Giving it a few pets. Staring up at him, you saw him smirking.

“Again?” – you asked him with a teasing smile once you stood back up. The recruiter already ready with his hands. Something devious in his eyes wanting to get payback. Hard. – “Rock, paper, scissors. Minus one.” – he slapped your hand away in victory. You swallowed knowing very well what he was going to do.

He reached for your pants. Unhooking his finger over the ledge. Pulling you over to him by it. You stumbled against his chest. His gaze remained on you as he fidgeted at your pants to unbutton them. Tugging his hands inside your pants to slide off your hip. Feeling the fabric of your panties. He lowered himself as well, taking your pants down with him. Kneeling down as his eyes had a good view of your panties.

You shuddered out a breath when his hand was placed on your thigh. Feeling his sudden breath against your inner thigh. Eyes widening when you felt his lips leave a tender kiss on your thigh. Making you press your lips together at how he was teasing you.

His lips kissing your thigh once more. Going a bit more down as you felt like losing your mind. Grabbing him by his hair and pulling his head back. Panting loud with flushed cheeks. – “That was not the agreement.” – you called out.

“You mustn’t tease me than like that Y/n.” – he responded chuckling. He got back up letting his finger trail up your bare knees up to your thigh. – “You are about to lose Y/n.” – he reminded you, hinting down at you standing in your underwear. – “We’ll see about that.” – you bit back. Hands already out once more. Paper against rock.

He gave you a warning glance to not require him to take revenge for it would not be sweet. You decided to be good this turn, undoing his suit jacket from him. Rock against Scissors. Smiling you approached him once more. Moving your hands at his shirt.

Gripping on tight to the top as you wanted to ruin his shirt just the same. Pulling hard at it, you only managed to rip open the first few buttons. The recruiter laughed loud at your defeat. He set his hands near the ripped buttons, ripping his shirt more open.

Now you had an open playground. Brushing your hands over his bare chest. Feeling his tense muscles under your touch. Moving your hands to his shoulders, shoving it over his shoulders. Your lips lingered by his neck. Heart beating faster. Setting your fingers in his shoulders, you kissed his neck tenderly.

You gasped loud when the recruiter had grabbed you firm by the back of your neck, pulling you off. A hunger in his eyes. Eyes widening before he hungrily set your lips on his. Wanting this teasing to stop. Losing himself over the kiss as lips touched yours roughly.

Holding on tight to you as he backed away with you. Never letting his lips release from you. He pulled your leg up to his hip, hooking it around him. Your back hitting the wall hard. He pulled your other leg up as well, unhooking around him. Lips kissing yours. Going down to your neck and throat. Wanting to taste every little bit of you.

Soft moans escaped from you as it only pleasured him more. – “Rock…” – you panted out as he kept kissing your neck. Over and over again. – “Paper…” – you went on, running your hands through his hair. – “Scissors.” – you finished. – “Minus one.” – he panted out against your neck.

You moved your hand back, revealing a rock. The recruiter breathed out a laugh, looking down at the paper sign between the two of you. – “I win.” – he panted out. He removed you from against the wall, Placing you down on the bed. Coming to hover over you. – “End of game.” – he breathed out before kissing you passionately. Hands going down to your hip. Claiming his victory to the fullest.

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[whatever-imagines]

“Princess POV Change”

Princess through Logan’s point of view.

Tags: Logan’s basically a U-Haul lesbian and they aren’t even dating. Weird possessiveness. I dunno you let me know.

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Logan was a simple woman, she likes to think. She likes solitude, good booze, and pretty women. Not gorgeous, not beautiful; pretty.

She seemed to forget, as she is reminded now, that pretty women make things not so simple sometimes.

You, for example, were causing a whirlwind of emotions.

Xavier hires only super models apparently, you being no exception in Logan’s opinion. You were shorter than her impressive stature, soft in all the right places, face warm and round and you were cute, you were pretty.

And you were avoiding Logan like the plague.

It was probably because she was so rude to you on her first day at the mansion; shouldering past you with a growl of some vague threat as you stood there, just trying to hand in paperwork. The image of you, wide eyed and star stuck, mouth slightly agape, was burnt into the memory of Logan’s mind. You were so painfully pretty; Logan wished she had the forethought to flirt with you rather than try to scare you.

The second time she ran into you, you ran into her. She smelled you and your meek perfume in plenty of time to know you were heading her way; in a rush of some kind with an armful of papers and file folders and a determined look on your face (until you literally ran face first into her chest).

Logan was a sturdy woman, metal skeleton and all, years of taking hits. Your flighty frame didn’t stand a chance and you bounced off her and dropped all your papers.

And she fucked up again.

“Jesus, watch it, squirt!”

“I’m so sorry!” You say it so breathy it almost chokes Logan up. The sound of your voice sounding so vulnerable…

You scatter to collect the paper, and Logan couldn’t help but gravitate towards your hunched over figure. She could practically taste the anxiety wafting off of you. Hear your heart beat faster, smell the sweat gathering at your temple. It was almost as intoxicating and tempting as a good cigar.

“I’ve seen you around…” Logan settles on saying. “You’re Scott’s secretary.”

Logan neglects to mention how insanely jealous of the time you spend with Scott. Hell, she’s been hitting on his girl just to piss him off because of you. The scent of you and Scott mingle too casually for Logan to be comfortable.

Maybe it was mean to call you a secretary. Logan sees all the menial work you do, all the effort you put in to make up for your weak mutation.

Logan sees your eyebrow twitches. “I’m the team’s assistant. I just-“ you gesture to the papers around you. “I handle the boring stuff. Help out when I’m needed. Heal scraped knees and alike.” You state as you rise from the ground.

You’re still unsteady, and in a moment of concern breaking through the laissez-faire attitude, Logan reaches out and steadies you with a warm and heavy hand.

You stiffen instantly, and Logan almost scowls. Were you really so uncomfortable around her?

“Um, Scott really needs these, I should go or else he’ll become more annoying than normal, so-“ you gently shoulder yourself away from Logan’s hand and you scurry down the hall, leaving the fighter behind.

You didn’t see Logan scowl, or how her fingers curl into fists at the mention of Scott. Her lip twitches into a scowl involuntarily.

—-

Logan watches you more after. Your meek behavior, your steadfast loyalty to the school, and your closeness to some extremely powerful mutants intrigues her. It annoyed Logan to an extent, what a goody two shoes you were, how you seem to never be beaten down by what goes on around you.

It also drives her crazy. You were kind to everyone, polite. When Jean clearly irked you, your smile never wavered. Whenever the professor spoke over you you’d snap your mouth close and let him finish. Would you have the same kind of patience for Logan? Would that saint-like mindset extend to her? Her and all her fucked up rage issues? God, if only.

Ororo exits your room, smelling like your perfume and she’s all giddy and it makes Logan’s stomach turn something ugly. And she sees you leave from the window. When you get back to the mansion, for once, your endless gentle optimism seemed to be gone. You looked defeated, tiredly fishing a soda can from the communal fridge where Logan silently followed you.

“You look nice.” Logan says lowly, steadily.

“Oh!” You slam the fridge door shut and quickly snap to attention, turning to face Logan; surprise coloring your face so prettily, she almost missed you thanking her for the compliment.

The Wolverine side of Logan can smell another person on you, cigarette smoke and red wine on your clothes. “Any particular reason for the get up?” It’s a trap, and Logan only feels slightly bad for putting you on the spot. Just slightly, because right now she needed to confirm some suspicions and get some answers. And Logan typically gets what she wants.

You swallow, nervous. “I had a date.” You state firmly yet casually, like you were reiterating the sky was blue.

A low deep hum emits from Logan’s throat, too low for you to probably hear. “Oh? Have fun with him.” The bite in her voice was withheld so firmly there was hardly any, she sounded almost civil. Hopefully.

Your chin juts out, defiant, annoyed. “She was quite boring, actually.”

There was fuzz in Logan’s head after that. Relief of sorts filled her. Still jealous, but relived. You liked woman; she could work with that. Hopefully you liked women like her.

“… don’t like the studious type?” She says after there was a pause for her to respond.

You seem to ponder for a moment before answering. “I like reliable but not dull, if that makes sense.”

It does. Someone to excite you everyday you come home. Logan can do that. Probably. If she doesn’t scare you off, that is.

Words tumble out before the fighter could even process what she wants to convey. “You don’t look at me a lot.” Her sentence was quick and only added tension to the air. “Everyone stares… except you.” Her hand was on your shoulder again, and Logan has to restrain herself from squeezing to get her point across. You don’t look like you could handle a squeeze.

“… it’s rude to stare.” You say after a moment.

You’re… funny. Logan couldn’t help but snort a laugh. “Smart-ass.” She hisses with laughter, before leaving. Logan needs to come up with a plan, now that you gotten her interest so viscerally.

—-

The party exchange shifted something in Logan, now you had a kinship. You both were experiments at some point. When Logan gets her flashes from before 15 years ago, all she feels is fear and pain and weakness. You were already so frail compared to her, how could you have survived anything even similar to what Logan had gone through?

It made Logan want to protect you, especially after your rant. You want a peaceful life, so did Logan. Jean once said you flirt with danger and married safely, Logan could be safe. She could keep you safe, if she tried hard enough.

She keeps you close now. Logan hangs about you to keep a watch on you. Logan curbs Scott’s ego when needed and watches out for you, always quick to greet you with a careful fondness so you feel not threatened by her. She’s putting in the work.

So imagine Logan’s surprise when she hears Ororor whispering to Jean about you trying to date again.

Logan couldn’t have that.

When she sees you next, you’re rushing somewhere again, but Logan stops you. She stops you dead in your tracks, making you look up to her.

She love that you’re shorter than her.

“Let me buy you a drink.”

Logan’s seldom been a nervous person. Worst thing you can do is reject her and she’ll just pine over you for moons to come.

You look flabbergasted. It’s cute. “I’m sorry?”

“Let. Me. Buy. You. A. Drink.” She enunciates, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

You breathe in shock, but not displeasure. “Why?”

Bold as always, Logan lets a rough hand come up and grazes your face.

“I like your face.” She explains, smiling wolfishly. “Let me buy you a drink.”

Your eyes are glossy looking up, face still written with surprise, but when you speak you say, “Okay,” in such a cute shy way, Logan almost kisses you then and there.

She leans closer, relieved, “Thanks, princess.”

[hausofodyssey]

✨Astro Insights✨

Taurus Rising

As Taurus Risings are ruled by Venus, they have an affinity for sensory experiences, especially smell and touch. For example they may love candles and making their homes smell good or have a collection of quality perfumes. In terms of touch, they might prefer clothes that feel good against their skin and feels comfortable. I also feel like Taurus Risings are the type of people who take their time in their morning routines with lathering themselves with body oils and moisturisers, and engaging in self-care activities. It's fabulous

Individuals with Taurus ascendant are known to have really pleasant speaking voices or musical talent. This is because Taurus governs the neck and throat, coupled by being earth signs, I feel like this placements may possess calming or sensual vocal qualities that people find attractive.

Sagittarius Moon

One thing I learnt with individuals who have Sagittarius moon in the 8th house, they may be introverted but when they speak about something they are passionate about, people are really drawn to them and their energy. This placement gives them a natural gift of learning about a specific topic and an adventurous spirit. While they may not frequently express their interests all the time, when they do, it tends to be magnetic.

However, it can also swing the other way and this placement might force their own beliefs onto others and lack self awareness, so they need be mindful of that.

[dolliestfairy]

Dolliest 🎀

Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Asa emory, & Patrick bateman with Chubby!fem!reader who dressed like a Doll! ʚ ₊˚ ᥀✿

Author Note ✿ : hello lovlies, sorry i have been on a break for like 3/4 days because i just like um.. really need some break and also i had a lot activities going on, but i still try to write something for you all, so please sit down and enjoy :). if you like my writings please give me reblogs and feedbacks. tysm! also we almost got 140 followers atp, Tysm for your support lovlies!!

Trigger Warning ✿ : insecurities, fluff, some murder stuff idk, blood & insect mentioned, and some comfort also :), and maybe some misspelled word. overall enjoy! Reader skin color is NOT announced.

Dividers from @v6que ꒰ঌ ໒꒱. Gifs are not mine.

✿ Vincent sinclair

- you're an Art, thats what Vincent think the first time he saw you.

- and oh my god... he freaking loves it watching you dressing yourself!!

- believe me, he would never let anyone take down your confidence, if the one who take down your confidence is his brother (take example : Bo Sinclair) he wouldnt be scared to defend you like it his life-priority.

- but if the one who takes down your confidence is his next victim?? they are dead. even if the victim was important bla bla bla, he doesnt give a fck. how dare they talk down to his beloved partner?? such a unforgivable act.

- Love, i mean﹍LOOVEE drawing you. you're gonna see THOUSANDS paper with a drawing that look Exactly like you, EVERYWHERE. he even had his own fav drawing that he's dedicated to you.

- he, drawing you, and protecting you from anyone who mocks you including his brother, is a way of how he show himself that he is truly in love with you.

- if you're feeling insecure? better be ready to be suffocate from his affection.

✿ Jason Voorhees

- Man is silently drooling behind his mask.

- kinda like a Mommy kink....

- love the way you dress yourself with those soft pink dress and accesories, those glam nails and hairs and those soft makeup... perfect.

- but theres a time where he felt himself is not appropriate for you.

- we know this man is a insecure boy, but if you manage to cheer him up with your own way, istg your life is going to be put into this big mans life-priority.

- like.. he'll do everything to keep you happy.

- sometimes he even steal accessories or clothes or even make up that he found from his victim, where he collect them all and give them all for you.

- you might feeling kinda nasty seeing those gift is still covered in blood and with like a rotting-corpse smell... but if you accept it brightly he's gonna die on that place & in that moment.

- really love you. if you're insecure, he's going to slit somebodys throat for making you that way, but if you're feeling insecure because your own self? well then, he's going to go to hunt some victim, to get some MORE AND MORE stuff that you may like, well i mean.. thats just how he shows his love for you. his chubby doll 🎀

✿ Asa emory

- didnt know how to feel....

- but he does somehow, loves the opposite vibes you both gave. like he's the bad murderer boy who likes insect and some nasty nasty stuff, life in a nasty place and then theres you! who brighten up the nasty place he live in, always dress like a doll, pink pink, Vanilla perfume n stuff..

- just perfect and balance combination.

- when his victim saw who he is and when they saw YOU who is behind him they're gonna find themself asking "y-you.. you-you didnt get k-killed?..." and only to get the answer of him "she's my Princess."

- BUT... thats on a rare occassion. sometimes he just called you "my partner" or something. but if he's feeling in a good & cocky mood then he's going to call you his princess.

- and just like jason, he likes to give you a beautiful beautiful stuff who is always & almost covered in blood.

- if he's sees you wearing the stuff he gave you he can feel his cold heart melting.

- jk.. he doesnt feel his cold heart melting, because you already melt him in the first place. he just can feel his cold & thick heart is being burned by your affection.

- and when i'm telling you this.. he's enjoying, every, single, one of it.

✿ Patrick bateman

- oh my god..

- he's a real cocky man. but let me tell you something..

- HE SPOILS YOU SOO MUCH LIKE OH MY GOD.

- like i'm not even joking. he spoils you... really really spoils you to the bone, to your soul like you feel like you're suffocating.

- because he's still a patrick bateman, he loves to suffocate everyone, you're no expectation. the only differences is that he suffocate other people with death.

- but with you?... oh he's going to suffocate you with.. LOVE, LOVE & LOVE!

- in which he doesnt even believe any of that.

- but he does, believe it with you.

- patrick is a aware man. he knew himself real well, so when he found himself on a one knee for you, he found himself surprised and well um.. unbelieveably.

- never in his wildest life he would ended up with someone like you.

- at first he tried to denied, but as times goes by, he cant help, but felt his cold and tough soul was slowly melting over your words and touch.

- you're so.. so.. precious. soft, and round.. need to be protected and loved.

- it has been Too long for patrick bateman since he have been feeling this type of.. feelings.

- but you manage to somehow make him feel it again! and he wont waste it!

- the way he suffocate you, choking you with his affection and love is just how he shows himself how madly he is in love with you..! please dont waste it darling, please dont..

- let your soft appereance burn his cold soul as he would burn this world for you.

[strawberryfairi]

TR Guys + Their Types PT 2

Headcanons! ↳ Black Girl Edition🤎

⚜️Featuring: Hakkai Nahoya (Smiley) Draken Mitsuya Wakasa

(Honestly I love making these)

Hakkai

~ Ugh, Hakkai the sweetheart. ~ He's so freaking shy and awkward so he'll definitely need some help from a more bold kind of girl....at least with a bit more guts than him or else chile...the relationship ain't getting nowhere.

~ I could see Hakkai with a girl that loves to color coordinate clothes and kind of match together every now and then; maybe for a little date night.

~ Going off of this^^ I could for SURE see him having a couples fashion page together with her. Like think of those boujee high fashion show audience member outfits like a Schiaparelli or Balmain vibe.

~ I think Hakkai would go for the kind of woman with a really naturally soothing voice. That kind of just airy, light voice.

~ Definitely loves the kind of woman that loves doing fun activities together (I know y'all remember that scene in S2 when Hakkai was tearing up that bowling alley and pool table and all that)!

~ As for hairstyles, Hakkai truly does love anything she's wear and I could definitely see him getting style advice from you (even though he eats all of his hairstyles).

Nahoya (Smiley)

~ I can so see him with someone that's good at doing hair. Like she'll try out all these cute styles on him that'll have him lookin' good. I could see him start feelin' himself after she tries a new style on him that he likes. (Potentially a genuine hair stylist).

~ Will definitely turn her into his own personal hair stylist.

~ I think he'd love the kind of girl that will take his outfits and completely finesse them. Like wearing one of his bomber jackets or tops and makes it look ten times better on her.

~ I can absolutely see him going for a girl that's into high street wear styles! For example: Imagine a graphic tee that's tied in the front for a slight crop effect with some cute cut out designs in the back, cute jeans, topped off with tie up heels and a cute little mini bag.

~ She MUST get along with his brother or else it's just not happening. But that's obvious.

~ Since he be so damn rowdy all the time, I can see him with the kinda girl that levels him out.

~ I can also very much see him with a comical girl. Like she's just always making him laugh and is genuinely a funny and witty person. Also good with comebacks.

Draken

~I feel like Draken definitely likes the girly type. Lipgloss collections, cute skirts, a plethora of perfumes both high and low end, and shopping is a therapeutic experience for her. Like he can't keep up with her new outfits.

~ Personality-wise she's gotta value family and friendships. He definitely would NOT like the type that's just always randomly cutting someone off because of one minor argument or something they said. I think he'd like the kinda woman that will work things out and value the people she has in her life (especially because he never really had his parents so he always cherishes the people he does have).

~ I think he'd like a ray of sunshine kind of girl. Just always lighting up a room with her bubbly and upbeat personality.

~ When it comes to her hair, I can absolutely see him obsessed with the different kind of braid styles she does. From Fulani braids to cornrows with zigzag parts, he just utterly eats it up every time.

~ And don't even get him started with the cute beads! Like..it's a yes for him.

~ He definitely likes for her to do his hair for him, and try out different kinds of braids aside from his simple braided ponytail.

Mitsuya

~ Ok so this man Mitsuya for sure loves a family oriented woman, just straight off the bat.

~ I think he'd like a very down to earth and friendly kind of girl.

~ I could see Mitsuya with a cook like...hold on hear me out.

~ Mitsuya is already good at cooking but I can see him with a professional or just really great cook. I can imagine him cooking and learning things from her wether it's just how to cook more efficiently or cooking foods from other cultures (*cough* Like Soul Food *cough*).

~ Mitsuya would like a girl that can show him all kinds of new things and he could show her new things as well.

~ I think Mitsuya is just the kinda guy who is interested in lots of things so he'd like a girl who's open-minded in that way too.

~ Definitely can see him with a fashionable woman too. I just imagine him first meeting her by being so entranced by her outfit and her walk (instantly she becomes his muse that he creates all kinds of fashions for).

~ I don't think Mitsuya would mind being with a tall girl either. On some Zendaya x Tom Holland vibe!

~ I for sure believe Mitsuya loves to do spontaneous dates! Some days it's real fancy and boujee and other days it's just a chill date night at home with a nice meal he's cooked and a cute "restaurant music" playlist he picked on Spotify. So a woman that doesn't mind the full spectrum of dates (cause let's be honest some girls be like boujee dates ONLY, trynna be extra...) he'd really appreciate.

Wakasa

~ Honestly I feel like Wakasa would like a woman that's really opposite from him in certain ways.

~ For example^^, I think he'd love an energetic, highly sociable type of woman. Loves to talk and meet new people while Wakasa's a bit more quiet and reserved (doesn't mean he doesn't like to talk, it's just not gonna be his go-to thing to do unless he's drunk as a skunk).

~ It's an official cannon that Wakasa is the clingy type so I could definitely see him with the kind of woman that's not really that way but puts up with his clinginess just for him.

~ I'm also getting wise vibes. Like he'd like a woman that is really wise and will have him thinking about things from different perspectives when they talk about certain topics.

~ I feel like Wakasa would like a woman that is (like Mitsuya) on the more open-minded side when it comes to trying all kinds of new things. Wakasa seems like the type that wouldn't really mind trying something he's never done at least once just to see.

~ Definitely could see him with like an outdoorsy girl, or at least someone who's open to camping or going out fishing (and doesn't mind the bugs💀...).

~ I think Wakasa would like a girl that's random. As in just does random stuff out of nowhere due to boredom (ex: breaking out into song loudly in the middle of silence or quoting random movie lines).

~ As for outfits, I think Wakasa would be drawn to like the super cute, dainty, feminine style. Loves him a cute frilly skirt or sundress! He spends so much time around his friends and stuff (a whole bunch of rowdy ass gang boys), that when he sees a really girly girl it's like he's hit by a feminine ultra-blast or something (what am I saying lol).

~ For hairstyles, I think Wakasa would be OBSESSED with the perm rod curls style. Those super cute, bouncy spiral curls would have him staring so hard on accident (lowkey lookin' like a weirdo). I could see him always pulling on them then letting go to watch it bounce back.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: As requested I made some new headcanons @honeybunhottie 🩵 Hope you enjoy it as much as the last!

[entities-of-posts]

Venice is a strange place. The Spiral flourishes there, as do the Extinction and the Stranger. This statement, however, is (mostly) of the Buried.

Liv is here with her family, against her will. She wants to go home.

Maria was born in Venice, and she hates it here. She hates the feeling of hard stone under her feet, hates the tourists and their stupid excited faces, hates how the wind keeps messing up her hair. But she does love a good crowd, and Venice has those in abundance.

A small one has gathered at the Vaporetto stop, for example. Liv and her parents are, along a good amount of other tourists, on their way to Murano. (Ah, the legendary glassblowers with their colours and swirls and reflections…what a good hiding place for one of the Spiral. But I digress.) Maria is just there to enjoy the crowd.

As the Vaporetto approaches, you can tell it’s already very full, and it seems like almost nobody is getting off at this stop. Maria, having noticed this, leans forward and whispers in Liv’s ear. “That’s going to be a squeeze”. Liv turns, but the crowd is tight and unreadable. They shuffle onto the boat. It’s tight - very tight. And with the summer heat and the cheap polyester clothes, perfume and hair spray everyone is wearing, it also stinks. Liv is squeezed in tight between the metal wall and the other passengers. She can’t breathe for the perfume and the lack of space. She is noticeably shorter than most, and they block her view of the sky. She feels only the vibrating motor and the rythm of the waves. And then the fog rolls in. Damp and opaque, and in no way lessening the heat, it winds itself around the boat. Liv cannot see anything anymore, cannot hear anything. All is white, and all is tightness. She can feel a woman’s hair in her face, sticky and blonde. She can feel the pressure of the Earth’s entire atmosphere on her lungs. She’s choking on fog. Liv weeps.

Obviously, the fog lifts only a second later to take me unseen to shore, but by this point, the poor girl is sobbing uncontrollably. As they get off at Murano, her parents fail to console her. Her mother goes in for a hug, and Liv flinches away. Maria smiles to herself and wanders off.

Murano was a bust, unfortunately. I will keep you updated, dear Archivist. Also: I am recovering from my near-digestion by the Labyrinth. The cuts from the mirror are shaped as fractals and spirals and I will bear those scars until I die, which is a fact I think you’ll enjoy.

Until next time!

-William

Oh, you’re in Venice now! I really should go some day, but it is so dreadfully touristy. So much history, though, and stories are power. I’m sure it would be a fascinating trip.

I do find it satisfying when adventures leave a mark. I have quite a few collected scars myself! To keep records is an Archivist’s job, after all.

It’s quite fun to have such a far-travelling correspondant! It’ll be looking forward to your next letter.

[usgsbiml]

The Not so Colorful Orchid Bee (but yet very large). Eulaema cingulata. Plenty of the Orchid Bee clade are over the top in their green glossy fair-thee-well metallic sorts of way. But, Eulaema …;No. They are fur-bodied with small finishes or notes of metallic tucked into non-obvious places. The males do pack the usual scent holsters ready for charging with orchid based perfumes (check the legs out in these shots and figure that out on your own). (Time for a Side Bar: Perfumators have a lush and long list of words to describe scents (I, for example, prefer the exotic and overpowering intoxication of gasoline and bar oil which is both languid and beguiling) and would, in the case of orchid bees, love to have the volatiles gathered by the males analyzed through the noses of perfumators (rather than chemists.)..could be some nice new scents developed (though, actually, you couldn't wear these scents in tropical Americas (though this would be the most indiginously obvious place to wear them) because the wearer would soon be covered in orchid bees; fine if they were metallic green orchid bees, but not if they were like Eulaemas (this is perhaps too judgmental on my part)) I could go on. This bee collected by the native bee convert Tim McMahon in Costa Rica. Photo by Elizabeth Panner who is generally getting better, but did cut the nose off one of these shots. ~~{{{{{{0}}}}}}~~

All photographs are public domain, feel free to download and use as you wish.

Photography Information: Canon Mark II 5D, Zerene Stacker, Stackshot Sled, 65mm Canon MP-E 1-5X macro lens, Twin Macro Flash in Styrofoam Cooler, F5.0, ISO 100, Shutter Speed 200

[holybibly]

I know you said you were done talking about it, and you can totally ignore this if need be, but the audacity to me is shocking. this is a platforms with thousands upon thousands of users, some people are going to happen to use the same tag, there are filter methods im SURE people could use.

To me it seems they just want to have a problem, and probably want you to lash. Your response is so calm, if it were me id totally tell them to fuck off, it truly is commendable.

You’re perfect and running your blog the way you want, and to me, and probably the rest of the bunnies in your bunny kingdom, it’s perfect.

Thank you for being you and blessing us with these stories <3

Oh baby, my friend once told me that even when I hate and get angry, I always remain so damn elegant and collected, which honestly scares the crap out of everyone.

But I think we're all adults and we should solve problems like adults (naked in bed and by the way, this is one of my favourite Killian perfumes, I love this line of their fragrances, but that's not the point right now). I want to explain and make my point with reasonable arguments. Honestly, I have a separate folder for plagiarism and I can easily organise a witch hunt for those who publish all this, but the world is such a lousy place, why complicate things?

As I always say, our kingdom is our kingdom and nobody else can stick their nose in and tell me what to do, well, except maybe Hongjoong, but his cute little pointy nose is always welcome.

What annoys me the most is that hundreds of other writers seem to get away with it and no one tries to attack them in a passive-aggressive way. But when it comes to my blog, hundreds of "well-wishers" immediately appear, trying to point out my mistakes while shamelessly stealing my stories, style and attention, even nicknames!

You all know that I have a special nickname for each member, right? You can see it in every work I do. For example, Mingi always goes with "doll", and San's thing is Chagiya. For Wooyoung it's "peach", of course, and for Seonghwa is nothing short of "angel". And it really hurts me when I see the same nicknames combined with the same members, the same ideas of my universe and the same design style as mine. You know what I mean? If you take something from me, at least mention my blog in your thanks, but no, all this is passed off as an original idea.

I think my writing style is very recognisable, it's hard to confuse. And imagine how I feel when people start sending me other people's posts with the phrase: "damn, that's not your best story", "Baby, are you okay? that's not like you" and so on. And it's because they're not my posts.

So I'm angry. But I guess there's nothing a bottle of champagne and a Jeffrey Dahmer documentary wouldn't fix.

[megamilfluvr]

Headcanons about Kate

These are just a few things I personally deem as headcanon about Kate, after rewatching and analyzing her interactions and personality traits. Please remember that this is just my perception of her. If you have anything you consider to be headcanon about Kate let me know.

- likes being playful and teases you a lot

- leans against EVERYTHING (example: doors, counters, couches, tables. hell, she’d probably even lean against you if you let her lmao)

- manspreads. always. (if you ask why she sits that way she’ll tell you “i don’t know. it’s just comfortable,” and you know what i can’t argue that)

- can’t sit straight. (if you find her sitting properly, it’s probably because of a formal gathering or a meeting)

- likes stealing kisses from you (you could be sitting, standing, laying down it doesn’t matter she’ll still manage to steal one from you. AND ITS ADORABLE)

- randomly does something that only makes sense to her and just confuses you (things like her leaving a half empty cup ramen with tinfoil over it and her explanation? “what? i was in a hurry to leave.”)

- always wears socks

- loves cereal, specifically Frosted Flakes

- can accurately shoot up to five arrows at the same time

- loves to spoil you

- sometimes likes to splurge on perfumes (she’s not big on jewelry but fragrances? absolutely.)

- has a spacific playlist for working out

- made a playlist for you

- can’t take care of live plants, so she buys fake ones (she just doesn’t have a green thumb. any greenery you see in her apartment or dorm isn’t real lmao)

- loves target

- tried to hit the target logo with a plunger arrow (this is very on brand for kate)

- somehow burned water??? (we’ve established that she can’t cook multiple times by almost burning the apartment down. the one time the apartment burned, wasn’t her fault, but still kinda was lmao)

- collects squishmallows (she definitely buys the 24 inch squishmallows)

- if she doesn’t get her way she’ll start cutely pouting

- gets flustered when you’ve out rizzed her

- loves to act cocky around you (whatever you do don’t challenge her to a game of fencing, she wins. she’ll let that go to her head lmao)

- loves going to the movie theater with you

- gets excited to get a slushy and popcorn

- when she talks about you to someone she gets shy

- mumbles stuff under her breath (when she was talking with yelena in episode 6 she’s LITERALLY doing it. “yeah, i know what box mac n cheese tastes like, okay? i know it’s- i know it’s delicious.”)

- she’s insecure about her rambling but you always reassure her that it’s fine and you’re listening

- she’s spent too much money on a gaming pc

- only owns a pair of boots (it doesn’t matter what she’s wearing, she’s going to wear her boots even if it’s a dress)

- super clumsy (somehow in the field she’s good at not being clumsy, but oh my god she’ll make your blood pressure spike 100%)

- always thinks outside of the box (it's impressive how quickly she thinks on her feet)

- is surprisingly calm under certain serious situations (i mean she took down men double her size running right at her, i’d panic and run the opposite direction)

- doesn’t give up easily which results in her being stubborn sometimes

- you having to remind her to shut up or low her voice in very quiet places (you could be on a mission with her and a few others and she just randomly “hey, did you see that tiktok i sent you this morning?” “SHHH, is now really the time for that?”)

- will send unhinged texts at worse time (you’re both in a debriefing and she’ll just text something like, “okay, so hear me out… we kidnap him.” “what?! no. kate we’re not about to steal rocket!”)

- loves sending memes (that’s literally all of her tiktok fyp)

- ALWAYS LOSES HER APARTMENT KEYS (someone give this girl a tile… you know what she would also end up losing that too lmao)

- loves ring but ends up losing them

- has a matching arrow necklace with you (again, she doesn’t wear rings much since she’s always losing them, so she’d go with a bracelet or necklace)

- loves hats, hoodies and sweatpants (after seeing that one picture of hailee wear her hawkeye hat, it’s headcanon for kate)

- still somehow makes you laugh even when you’re upset with her

- it doesn’t matter what time of day it is, when she’s been assigned a mission. she’ll always make time to video chat with you

edited: i’ve proofread this like three times, if there’s still typos or anything just ignore them lmao

[songsformonkeys]

Get to know your moots!

I didn't actually get tagged but I saw @fromthedeskoftheraven had done this and it looked like fun so I wanted to answer these questions too 💖

What's the origin of your blog title? I don't fully remember the exact reasoning behind it. But I used to have an old writing blog that was called wordsforbananas so maybe it was just a twist on that?

OTP(s) + Shipname: Jayvik is my latest OTP crush. I'm also very fond of Steddie and Stavier. For some reason, I can't think of any ship OTPs that are actually canon atm. It might be because the slow burn fan in me often loses interest a bit once the characters actually get together unless the creator has a clear plan how to keep their relationship interesting beyond the pining.

Favourite colour: Orange and green

Favourite game: I adore the Unlocked! games. It's like a fun escape room in a box.

Song stuck in your head: Messy - Lola Young. I saw a video of a cartoon cat singing it and the lyrics of the chorus fit surprisingly well. So now I've been singing it all week.

Weirdest habit/trait? I'm trying to think of something but every weird habit that comes to mind is just very mild on the weird scale. Like sometimes eating carrots like a corn on the cob or preferring fake plants to real ones in my home. I like for my friends and loved ones to pick out my perfumes so I can think of them every time I wear them, but I don't think that counts as weird.

Hobbies: Reading, writing, sewing, daydreaming, secondhand shopping for cool clothes, building lego, and a bunch of other stuff that catch my attention for a week or two before I move on.

If you work, what's your profession? I work at a hospital. Mostly with pain management and gastrointestinal issues.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? I'm quite happy where I am now. But if I were to switch, I would probably want to work with Doctors Without Borders.

Something you're good at: I used to be quite good at archery but I haven't done it in a bit so not sure if I still am. I think I'm pretty funny, and I tend to stay calm in a crisis.

Something you're bad at: Cooking. Horribly bad at that. And I have no patience when it comes to waiting for things that excite me. I am also a world-class procrastinator.

Something you love: My family and friends.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: This might make me sound like a bit of a gossip, but I love talking about people. Not in a mean-spirited way. Just catching up or talking about cool stuff they've done. For example, I love listening to my mother tell me about what the people back home have been up to (even the ones that I barely know) and telling her about what's new in my friend's lives. It makes me feel connected to people even if they're not physically close.

Something you hate: small-mindedness and when people get judgemental over things that are harmless.

Something you collect: Fandom trinkets, cosplay outfits that I rarely have an occasion to use, clothes, pretty stationery, and anything that'll make my home cozy.

Something you forget: ...is it ironic that I can't think of anything atm. I think I usually have an okay memory.

What's your love language? I never know if this means how I show love or if it's how I want to receive it so I'll answer both. I show love through Touch (but don't always like it when others touch me) and words of affirmation. And I feel the most loved when others give me words of affirmation (hello praise kink) or acts of service. It makes me feel taken care of and loved.

Favourite movie/show: Favorite movie: The Fall. Favorite show: too many to count. Currently, I really like Arcane.

Favourite food: Sushi

Favourite animal: Cats

What were you like as a child? A bit of a loner sometimes. Not very shy but just introverted. I loved reading and spent a lot of time doing that. I was very responsible and looked out for my little sister and her friends a lot of the time. I had one close friend that I hung out with. We watched Disney movies and baked cookies.

Favourite subject at school? Any language subject. I also really enjoyed PE because then I could run around and play sports with my classmates and I was decent enough at most sports. Hated long-distance running though. Found it boring and pointless. Still do.

Least favorite subject? Math probably. I did not like that there was a definitive answer to things and that I couldn't talk and bullshit my way to the right answer.

What's your best character trait? I think I'm a good listener and a loyal friend. And I like that I can usually make people laugh.

What's your worst character trait? I think I can get a bit distant sometimes. Especially when people message me. There's something about being available at all times through my phone that just rubs me the wrong way and I think the messages sometimes become a reminder of that (even if there's rarely any pressure from the person messaging me that I have to reply right away). And I know that sometimes I take that too far and wait too long to reply.

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? I'd like to find a way to procrastinate less. I find it sometimes keeps me from doing stuff I would really enjoy.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? My great-grandparents on my mother's side. They seemed like such badass and fun people, and I've heard so many stories about them.

Recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!): I am absolutely in love with the Sweet Series by @oonajaeadira. It has excellent writing, Javi G, an amazing reader character, and all kinds of softness. Anyone who loves Javi will LOVE this series.

I have seen plenty of these post floating about on my dash so many of you have probably already done this but if you see this and haven't, think of this as me taggging you :)

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Spy, I think I could use some help. I’m going on a date with a French-German guy. He’s a real gentleman, very suave and charming. Really chivalrous. Ladies first. Gets down on one knee. And he kisses my hand, my fingers, and all up my arm every time we meet.

I thought since you seem to be an expert in this area, you would be good to consult. Especially considering the shared French heritage.

We’re going out to a bistro dinner. Although I am not proud to say it, I am very nervous. He’s exceedingly attractive and charming. We have several things in common: religion, music, views etc.. He’s the man I can envision myself marrying and starting a family with.

He always calls me: baby, darling, princess, my beloved, Schatz, meine Taube, chérie, mon ange, divinité, amongst others.

We are both old school romantics.

I am a medical student (Cardiology) and he is a law student (corporate)

What should I wear? I was thinking that since red tends to be my colour, I should wear this one red dress I have. It’s to my ankles and tight enough to see my hourglass figure, but flowy and loose enough that I can move comfortably. That, some Cherry red heels. Or is that too grown looking? After all, we are late teens.

I also have a collection of perfumes: Good Girl by Carolina Herrera, My Way by Giorgio Armani, Divine by Jean Paul Gaultier, Black Opium Over Red by YSL, etc… what should I wear?

To my knowledge, he’s going in a blue three piece suit, and he says he has a surprise for me (I’m guessing flowers) and that he will pick me up and bring me home. He also says he has flowers for my mother and my sister too. He’s a real sweetheart.

Any other dating advice or suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Many thanks, take care.

Good evening.

I am pleased to hear that romance is thriving somewhere. So young, too.

This man—he seems adequate for a woman. Do not let his charm lower your standards, however. Casanovas can come with tasteless ideals. You should establish which of yours you are not willing to part with before pursuing a future with him.

As for your attire; red will go with his blue nicely, and the shoes should either match or complement your dress. As such, I trust your judgement. And to my dismay, these parfums are foreign to me. Does he frequently wear cologne? Perhaps consider a scent that you do not think muddles his. For example, wood and flora, or spice and citrus (or notes such as cinnamon or vanilla). Just my opinion. With red, though, a bold, often sweet scent strikes me best. Consider, roses. Does YSL's "Black Opium Over Red" meet this mark?

For the dinner; bring money in case of worst case scenario and do not tell him about it. You must be prepared to take care of yourself, but still, if he does not pay, he is not worth your time.

Remember, you are a woman. You like your men how you like your men. You are not trying to appeal to him, he is trying to appeal to you.

I would appreciate a follow-up.

If only ma belle were on this platform to help...

[fluidity-stupidity]

What is it like to work with Archetypes?

The first thing we need to discuss when talking about archetypes is what is the definition and where does the term originate.

As defined by Carl Jung an archetype is a primitive mental image inherited from the earliest human ancestors and supposed to be present in the collective unconscious.

For example, in the archetype 'The Mother', we all most likely picture or get reminded of a maternal figure, someone who we look/looked up to as a femininely presenting, nurturing and sustaining individual that helps, yet also brought a sense of consequences when we misbehaved.

In another example, 'Kairos' as an archetype is something or someone that comes to mind, as a thought or as an image, and represents that silver lining in a cloud - the in-between of two or more things, that center of a multi-circle Venn-diagram.

The most important thing to get started is to remember what exactly one does not want, but what one needs in their spiritual practice - or maybe you are coming into this from a non-spiritual standpoint - and you delve in to which archetype fits your needs the most. If you need more confidence in confrontation the archetype 'The Warrior' may be needed, however, if it's being able to choose what words to use or what tools one needs in situations one needs to be more upfront the archetype 'The Sword' may be a good idea to incorporate into one's life, or maybe it's something a little more, yet less, thought about - the archetype 'The Sun' may be in use here, as you might need more sunlight for the Vitamin D, more fresh air (metaphorically or physically), going outside more and moving your body physically, feeling warmth when your cold - the list goes on.

I'll take myself for example, I have two archetype altar spaces, if you remember from my previous text-post about Altar Types I have an altar space for the archetype of the zodiac sign of Scorpio, I also have one for the archetype of 'The Gatherer'. The Scorpio archetype is about passion, loving what one is doing whole-heartedly, being dark and mysterious, as a Scorpio stellium, for the longest time, I had a hard time believing I was supposed to be this hermited, Draco Malfoy-esk, snob, but delving deeper into astrologer, and especially my own astrology chart (not just the neo-natal), helped me come to a lot terms that I've needed to learn about myself. My moon in Scorpio alongside my Mercury (in Retrograde) in Scorpio helped me make sense of me denying myself of being a perfectionist, when I clearly was; and my Pars Fortuna in Scorpio alongside my Sun and Moon in Scorpio helped me figure out that I could get more from a lot more sources so long as I kept my Venus in Sagittarius (my other stellium) in mind.

Moving on to my other archetype altar, 'The Gatherer', came to mind after creating my Scorpio Archetype altar space. I have always had a hard time keeping hobbies, switching from acrylic painting to weaving, to wanting to learn long-boarding to swimming, to wanting to learn divination to trying to create perfumes - having never really stuck with one hobby, I labeled myself as a gatherer rather than a hunter, since I've collected so many materials to create all of these new hobbies. This is something I needed to keep in mind when going about my day-to-day life. I needed to stop gathering. Archetypes are not just the positives, it's also the negatives and in-betweens of a concrete collective concept that typically pre-dates certain eras of humanity, because if you think about the archetype 'The Fruit', you can essentially include the technology brand Apple products alongside things like the fruit bowl (variety), or fruition (the blooming or ideas), you can also include rotten/rotting fruits in the archetype or the bud that bloom the fruit in the beginning.

There really is no way to get archetypes incorrectly when setting up altar spaces or using them in psychological senses/terms. If you wanted to work with the archetype 'The Ouroboros' you might incorporate snake/dragon-like imagery into the altar space, or with the archetype 'The Crone' you might make knitted pieces of clothing that can be seen as devotional outfits/jewelry, the archetype 'Aletheia' you may incorporate statues of divine individuals like Zeus, Titania, Adrestia, or other divine individuals that represent/rule over truth into your altar space, or perhaps the colour 'red' or 'the reddening' as an archetype by remembering colour associations especially if one needs to remember what one is passionate about, or knowing it's okay to get angry when one has been denied their anger in the past.

These altar spaces are meant to be long-lasting, yet temporary. As we grow and learn and progress in our lives, we remember these things better and more clearly with time. Creating small boxes to literally and metaphorically shelve these for later will help grow as a person, remember witchcraft is meant to better one's self.

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🐸: my aesthetic is pretty vintage/indie! I love love LOVE buying vintage clothes, specifically from the 60s and 70s. Lots of flashy color-block designs, jean jackets and mismatched pants, modest dress shirts—I could go on for ages. It’s the one thing I splurge on other than my perfume collection, and it brings me a lot of joy! I actually used to have a perm because of how deep I was in the 80s aesthetic, but it didn’t really stick with me—this one, though, I’ve been riding for the better half of two years. Finally found my calling! ( check out Psyche Vintage if you want examples <3 )

🦖: hmmmmmm—probably passenger pigeons. They’re just so majestic and have an air of superiority to them that you don’t really expect from an adjacent species of “trash bird.”

🐰: what says the most about a person is probably how they treat the young. If someone ever complains about a child doing childlike things, or says that they hate kids, I’m on edge. It’s completely fine if you don’t want children or get overwhelmed around them, as do I, but if a kid is trying to play around with me, you bet your ass I’m gonna give them the best dollhouse experience of their lives. Anyone who denies a child care and love or is legitimately rude to their face simply because they “don’t like kids” is an immediate red flag.