#just-yasmeen

[lizzygrantisaliveandbreathing]

leighton meester in 2000s.

[shinieststardoll]

Having a body like Yasmeen would fix me

[charleneviolette]

yasmeen.

[icanbeyourgenie]

spotify wrap game: 73 + Ashmeen

and it feels like the end of a movie i've seen before CEILINGS ● LIZZY MCALPINE

[the-curious-wordsmith]

I thought for a moment that Walraven getting terrible sleep was just going to be a thing I extrapolated from all the weird dream happenings in combination with the dozing off in every single instance of the Business at Court with the Great Khan card and nothing more, but...

...What do you mean that's part of the text. What do you MEAN he is plagued by a recurring dream of the future every single night now. What do you mean it gets to a point where the Khan pities him for his haggard state. What do you MEAN I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG? WHAT IF I SHOOK YOU AROUND AND STABBED YOU. MY HEART IS IN SHAMBLES!

[likeafairytale]

"..... In exchange for what?" - a mistrustful Yasmeen to Kai after he gave her the pearl necklace

“What?” Malachai frowned to such question. He was a bit lost, and it must show, but Yasmeen seemed, as for her, unfazed.

“What do you want in exchange for the necklace?” She repeated, and finally the words registered into the prince's brain. He blushed at the insinuation, and he immediately shook his head.

“Oh, nothing! I want nothing from you.”

“Princes do not offer such a pretty necklace to a maid without wanting something in return.”

She was clever, he noticed. Such a good quality in a woman. Malachai did not know the girl very much, –it actually was only the third time they were alone together– all he knew of her was what Calypso was sharing with him; that she was her maid, she was very quiet but always there somewhere, even when she didn't see her, that Yasmeen did not like being close to people, and from her previous words, he could easily understand why she didn't like being close to people. He was ready to bet that she hated man's company more than anything, and if his doubt were true, he couldn't blame her for that. Of course, the man was too polite to ask such a private question, but everything in her behaviour, from the way she was wary, to the way she was sitting far away from him right now, in Farore's church that she was always visiting when she had spare time, made him believe he was right on that.

Malachai was still holding the necklace that he was now looking. He was wondering if it wasn't just a stupid idea he had; it came from the heart, from a right place, but he understood now that it could be misinterpreted, and he should have thought about it sooner. For once in his life, he acted before thinking. He did not know why. It was so unlike him. The merman was a thinker before everything else, evaluating each situation before making a rush decision –something that tell the difference between him and his younger siblings, who are more prone to act before thinking about the situation. And yet, when he saw the necklace, back home, he couldn't help but imagine the maid with it, and he just did not think twice. Seeing how mistrustful she was, he thought he might have done something wrong...

“I want nothing from you.” He then said firmly, hoping that she will believe him. It might have worked a little, because he seemed to see her shoulder lowered, she seemed less tense, but still wary. “See it as a thank you gift.”

“For what?”

“Taking care of my sister. I know Calypso can be... difficult.”

“The princess is a delight to be around.”

“Then we probably don't talk about the same princess.”

He tried humour, which he was bad at, and all she did was frowning. She said nothing, and if she found it funny she did not show it, and Malachai couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed by the lack of reaction. He made it his mission to make her laugh one day. After a moment he finally found the courage to put the necklace into her hands, their fingers softly touched, and this contact was enough for Malachai to withdraw his hand so quickly that the necklace fell on the ground. Yasmeen frowned once more to such behaviour and picked the jewellery up.

“This is very generous of you, but I cannot accept it.”

“Why not?”

“I am not allowedto have pretty things...” She whispered, and he could see a sort of embarrassment in her eyes, while she tried to return the necklace to him. “If the High Queen found out I-”

“I'm sure you're smart enough to find a way to hide it.”

“I cannot go against my Queen's order.”

“Alright, then, I lied. I do want something from you.”

To those words, Yasmeen's heart dropped, and she felt more unease than usual. This wasn't the first time she heard those words, but she never thought that she'd heard them in the quiet of the church, the only sacred and safe place she knew. Malachai saw panic in her eyes, even though she was trying to hide it. He felt bad about the rollercoaster of emotion he was putting her and immediately shook his head.

“I want you to keep the necklace. That's my only request. You can do whatever you want with it, but I won't take it back. It's yours now.”

“I... alright then. Thank you, my lord.”

“Please, call me Malachai. Or Kai, I don't mind even way.”

She nodded, but he knew deep down that he will have to be more convincing and insist even more for her to call him by his name. For a moment, he looked at her while she was looking at the pearl necklace. He wasn't sure of it, but he thought she was content, at least he hoped she was. He couldn't help but studying her. Her face, her eyes, her demeanour. He couldn't help but found her fascinating. He did not know why, though, but he did not care. All he wanted was to know her more.

Yasmeen looked at him and he smiled awkwardly. He might have been aware of it, for he then looked away, a bit embarrassed. Malachai cleared his throat, before standing up, looking back at the young girl.

“I will let you to your peace now.”

“Thank you, for the necklace.”

“Is it alright with you if I come visit you here?"

“I suppose it is, yes.”

“Then, I hope to see you soon, Yasmeen.”

[k0kichiimagines]

it was almost funny the first time someone mixed my (irl) name up with a boys name, its just not the 100th time please stop

[shoppingpaldotbiz]

Their resemblance is uncanny.✨#yasmeenghauri #yasminwijnaldum #supermodel #runway

[wonderlandsakura]

Ok but what if Jazz came over, and by Jazz I mean Dr Yasmeen Madeline Alghul-Fenton, G.P., M.P. (she's still working on Psy.D.) and the Reinforced Fenton Creep-Stick, Future Founding Doctor of the Human Field of Ecto-Psychology and Entirely Capable of Wrecking Your Shit.

Imagine, you're a young hero, Ras (Danny) is just standing there and he's either a clone or an alternate version of Ra's (DCU) so he needs to be taken into custody or sth right???

Then as you're about to jump/capture him, he childishly calls out "Yasmeennnnnn!" in a whiny voice and you have a moment of confusion before you are Aggressively Hit Over The Head With A Bat Creep-Stick And Lose Conscious. The last thing you see is a pair of glowing green eyes peering out of a shadowed face framed by flaming red hair. The figure is wearing sensible teal-coloured flats.

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[abooooods-blog]

I stood looking at the sky, watching those two planes that carried hope after long months of aid being cut off. I saw in them a chance for life, a chance to return to my dreams that were buried under the rubble of war and siege.

But when the aid started to fall, hope faded. The aid did not reach my hands, the hopes of the children who were screaming with joy at its arrival were shattered, all of that was shattered when it fell in areas controlled by the army or in the sea. At that moment, I realized that my dreams were far away.

I was an ambitious young man, dreaming of a better future for me and my family, but all those dreams were shattered. Now, instead of striving for success, I found myself running after cans of canned food just to stay alive. Every day I faced the same struggle; surviving in a world that no longer gave me a chance to dream.

The dreams that once filled my head were shattered before my eyes, leaving me wondering if I would ever dream again, or if my life would remain just a constant struggle for survival.

Today, I was in dire need of help. I no longer ask for more than a chance to survive, and perhaps one day I will be able to regain my dreams and achieve them. I appeal to everyone who can help to donate on my behalf, as every contribution, no matter how small, may be the reason for saving a life. I am not asking for much, just hope to help me continue.

[meazalykov]

wrong number

bayern munich frauen x lena oberdorf x reader

1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6

summary: you're the honorary bayern munich teammate.

the excitement fills your veins as you land in lisbon. 

you’re finally here, and it’s hard to believe. lena doesn't even know yet—you wanted to surprise her, to be there in person for the match of her life. it’s been a long journey from buying the ticket, keeping it quiet, and making your way to portugal, but every step felt worth it because nothing, absolutely nothing, would have kept you from being here to support lena in the champions league final.

hours later, you’re waiting anxiously in your hotel room when a knock finally comes. you open the door to find lena, looking tired but smiling, and her face lights up as she sees you.

"you made it," she says, stepping forward to hug you tightly. she lets out a deep breath, and you feel some of the tension melt from her shoulders.

"of course i did," you say, hugging her back, brushing a hand over her back. 

"how could i miss this? tomorrow’s the match of your life. are you nervous?"

she pulls back slightly, her smile fading as she flops onto the bed beside you. 

"yeah… a little," she admits, looking away. 

"it’s more than that, though. i keep thinking about the final in 2023… it’s like this shadow hanging over everything. it won’t go away." her voice goes quieter, and you see just how much she’s carrying from that day that you’re unfamiliar with.

you sit beside her, reaching out to take her hand. 

"do you want to talk about it? what happened in 2023?"

she nods, her gaze fixed on a spot across the room. 

"it was against barcelona, with wolfsburg. we were up 2-0, and then everything just… fell apart. they scored three goals in, like, eight minutes. i felt so helpless. all those months of training, just to lose like that. sometimes it feels like i haven’t shaken it off."

you squeeze her hand gently. 

"i can’t imagine how tough that must’ve been. losing on that stage, with everyone watching… it’s okay that it still hurts. a lot of people would feel the same. i also know that you’re stronger now."

she looks over at you, a small smile finally breaking through before giving you a light kiss. 

"thanks. i don’t know… i’ve tried to push it out of my head, but tomorrow feels like a chance to finally put it behind me. i want to prove to myself that i’m not that same person who let it slip away." she whispers against you.

you run your thumb across her knuckles, trying to pour all your reassurance into that small touch. 

"and you’re not. you’re here, stronger and smarter, and you’ve learned so much. but whatever happens tomorrow, you’re still amazing. i’m just so proud of you."

a soft blush colors her cheeks as she squeezes your hand back, her gaze meeting yours as her forehead rests against yours. 

"thank you. it really helps, having you here. more than you know."

after a while, she heads back to her hotel room for a good night's sleep, leaving you with a warm, happy feeling that stays with you until morning. 

it’s surreal, thinking back to a year ago when this whole thing started with a wrong number. now you’re here, in lisbon, to watch the woman you love play in one of the biggest games of her life.

the next day, you find yasmeen at the stadium entrance, her face lighting up when she spots you. she flew in from america just to keep you company, and you feel a rush of gratitude as you hug her.

"ready for the match of your life?" she grins, eyes sparkling.

"more ready than i’ve ever been," you laugh, feeling your own excitement build up. you’re both practically vibrating as you take your seats, and when the game kicks off, it’s all you can focus on. 

seeing lena on the bench doesn’t dim your excitement—she’ll get her moment, and you know it.

the game starts off tense. city’s vivianne scores in the 20th minute, and the bayern fans around you groan. you try to keep your spirits up, leaning forward and clapping.

"come on, girls!" you shout in german, even though your voice is quickly swallowed by the roar of the crowd.

yasmeen chuckles beside you, giving you a supportive pat. 

"you’re so into it already."

you grin. 

"it’s impossible not to be. they’re incredible."

just before halftime, bayern’s perseverance pays off. in the 45th minute, klara sets up a perfect cross, and pernille rises up to head it in, tying the score. 

you leap out of your seat, clapping wildly as yasmeen cheers beside you.

"yes! let’s go, harder!" you yell, grinning from ear to ear.

at halftime, a fan behind you taps your shoulder and asks for a photo. she’s wearing a lena jersey, and you assume she just wants a picture with "lena’s girlfriend." 

you’re hesitant but smile and take the photo with her. when yasmeen teases you, you roll your eyes and laugh it off, though you can’t deny you’re a little flattered.

"look at you, getting famous," yasmeen nudges you. 

"you’re practically the team’s mascot at this point."

"shut up," you laugh, feeling your cheeks warm. 

"all i am is lena’s slightly anxious but very supportive girlfriend."

the second half starts off rough. city’s bunny shaw scores twice in under nine minutes, and the atmosphere in the bayern section gets tense. you bite your lip, glancing at yasmeen for reassurance as the clock ticks on.

bayern doesn’t let up. lea schüller scores in the 55th minute just one minute after shaw scored city’s third goal, and it feels like a breath of fresh air. 

one more goal, and they’ll be even again. you clap, your hands sore but determined, and yell encouragement, hoping somehow the team can hear you all the way on the bench.

then, in the 68th minute, pernille gets her second goal, equalizing. the stadium erupts, and you jump out of your seat, pulling yasmeen into a hug. 

this match has you on the edge of your seat, your heart racing with every pass, every tackle.

a commotion catches your attention near the right side of the pitch, and you see sydney in a heated exchange with alex greenwood. sydney is keeping the ball away from greenwood as the ref tries to intervene. you can’t help but chuckle as yasmeen leans over. 

"what’s going on with them?"

"just sydney being sydney," you say, grinning. 

"kidding. i’m not sure, maybe sydney just wants to give her team a breather.” 

minutes later, in the 79th minute, lena stands at the sideline, preparing to sub in. your heart skips a beat as you slip off your light blue button-up longsleeve to reveal your oberdorf jersey underneath. yasmeen catches sight of it and snickers.

"i wonder if she’ll get a yellow card within the first five minutes."

"probably," you mutter with the pride in your voice. you’re just thrilled to see her out there, part of the game she’s worked so hard to return to.

she’s barely on the pitch when, in the 81st minute, she makes a classic side tackle on mary fowler, and you and yasmeen exchange a look. 

lena gets a warning, but she’s unfazed, her focus sharp.

the clock’s ticking, and tension fills the air. then, in the 88th minute, lena sets up an assist to sydney, who powers the ball into the net, bringing the score to 3-3. 

you jump up, screaming as loud as you can, caught up in the joy of the moment.

at this point, your mind starts to wander, reflecting on how far you’ve come. a year ago, you were just a student in virginia, living a quiet life. now, you’re in lisbon, watching the woman you love play in a champions league final, surrounded by friends and fans. it feels surreal.

yasmeen nudges you, drawing you back to the game. 

"imagine if lena scores the winning goal."

"i hope," you murmur, watching her with bated breath as she passes the ball to tuva, who then lightly passes it to ana. 

ana crosses up to klara, who leaps up for a perfect header. the ball sails into the net, and the stadium explodes in cheers. the scoreboard lights up,

4-3.

klara runs to the corner, celebrating, and you watch in awe as the team surrounds her. then she turns and sends a heart your way, her hands forming the shape in the air. you send one back, beaming as yasmeen chuckles beside you.

the final whistle blows, and it’s like the whole stadium erupts at once. the scoreboard is locked at 4-3, with bayern’s victory glowing bright, but it’s hard to believe until you see the girls flood the pitch, their faces breaking into elated, disbelieving smiles. 

yasmeen nudges you, and you turn to see her beaming.

“they really did it,” she says, a little in awe herself. 

“and they really love you, huh?” you laugh, heart swelling as you watch the team embrace, overcome by what they've achieved.

“guess i just got lucky,” you murmur, and you mean it.

after the immediate celebration dies down a bit, the trophy ceremony begins, the crowd cheering louder as each player receives their medal, eyes glistening with the weight of the win. confetti rains down, golden and shimmering in the stadium lights, and you feel a lump in your throat. they’ve worked so hard for this.

suddenly, you hear a voice calling your name. you turn to see sydney and tuva waving, beckoning you over. before you can process it, they’re running up, reaching over the barricade to pull you across it.

“you’re coming with us,” sydney insists, her grip firm, and tuva laughs, nodding in agreement. they drag you toward the heart of the celebration, and you glance back at yasmeen, who waves you off with a smile.

“go have fun!” she calls, and you smile back gratefully.

you barely have a second to catch your breath before you spot lena jogging toward you, her face flushed with happiness, eyes bright under the stadium lights. she wraps you in her arms, lifting you slightly, and you cling to her, laughing as she swings you back and forth.

“we did it,” she breathes, her voice full of amazement.

“you did it,” you correct, pulling back just enough to look at her. her eyes search yours, and you can see that same mixture of pride and disbelief.

“i still can’t believe it,” she whispers, her hands resting on your shoulders. 

“it feels… surreal.”

you smile, brushing a strand of confetti from her hair. 

“it’s real. and you deserve every bit of it, obi!”

lena smiles, a little teary-eyed, then leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, lingering there as if she wants to soak up the moment. 

“thank you for being here,” she says quietly, and you can hear the depth of her gratitude, her voice soft and genuine.

“i wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” you whisper back, feeling your own emotions rise.

nearby, klara is holding the trophy, posing for pictures, her grin as wide as you’ve ever seen. when she spots you, she waves you over, gesturing for you to come closer. you hesitate, feeling a rush of self-consciousness. 

you’re not a player, after all—you didn’t sweat and fight for this trophy like they did.

“come on!” klara calls, laughing at your reluctance. 

“get in here!”

you make your way over, feeling a bit out of place, and she hands you the trophy, the massive silver and blue prize weighing heavy in your hands. 

the moment feels surreal, and you look at klara, a little overwhelmed.

“are you sure?” you ask, voice soft.

she grins. 

“absolutely. you’re part of this team, too, you know.”

lena’s hand slips into the side of your waist as she steps closer, nodding with a warm smile. 

“she’s right, you know,” lena says, giving your hand a squeeze. 

“you’re like our honorary teammate.”

you smile, heart racing, and glance around at the team gathered around you. it’s a strange feeling—this sense of belonging among these women who have worked and sacrificed so much. 

they’re looking at you with genuine affection, the bond you’ve built with them over time stronger than you’d ever realized.

“alright,” you say, laughing, feeling a bit more relaxed as they crowd in around you. 

“but only because you all insisted.”

they cheer, pulling you into the picture, arms wrapped around one another, laughing and shouting in excitement as the photographer snaps photo after photo. you can feel the joy radiating from each of them, the weight of this accomplishment shared and celebrated together. 

when klara makes a heart with her hands, aiming it at you, your chest tightens with warmth.

yasmeen, watching from the stands, raises her thumbs up and laughs, mouthing “so popular!” and you give her a teasing eye-roll, smiling at her playfully.

finally, as the photos wrap up and the team disperses to greet more of their friends and family, lena pulls you aside to meet her parents, holding you close as you both take in the night. 

the lights of the stadium are soft now, the crowd gradually fading, and it’s just you two talking to her family, standing side by side in the quiet after the storm of victory.

“i’m so proud of you,” you say to lena after her family leaves the stadium, voice thick with emotion. 

“watching you play, seeing you out there after everything you’ve been through… it’s incredible.”

lena’s eyes soften, her fingers tracing the outline of your hand. 

“i couldn’t have done it without you,” she murmurs.

“you’ve been here every step, even when i was sidelined and frustrated. you kept me going.”

you smile, your heart swelling with pride and love. 

“that’s what teammates are for, right?”

she laughs softly, her gaze tender. 

“then it’s settled,” she says, her smile widening. 

“you are officially our honorary bayern teammate.”

the words echo in your mind, wrapping around you like a warm embrace, and you know that this night, this moment, will stay with you forever.

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authors note: I hope you enjoyed this six parts series :) I started it 10/1 and finished this part last night before a halloween party I had to attend lol

[circesastro]

Circe's Observation: What's in a Models Chart?

Asteroid used: fama (408)

Circe's Note: Hi loves 🤍! Sorry for taking such a long break, I just realized that this post has been on my draft for 2-months now 😭. Since Victoria's Secret is making a return this Fall, I decided to make a post about models! I made this observation with a handful of models so apologies if I forgot any. Now without further ado, let's get to the post.

Asteroid fama:

✿ Fama in pisces or pisces degrees tend to pop up frequently in models charts. Upon more research I found that Neptune influenced Fama's tend to make big names for themselves within the modeling industry.

✿ I think it makes sense to see models have more neptunian influence as neptune rules over photography. Additionally, neptune rules idealism and the modeling industry is one of the most glamourized and idealized industry. My idea is that many of these runway models have neptunian influence because their fama (what one may be known for) fits well to the industry's demands.

Ex:

Bella Hadid has hers in pisces.

Kendall Jenner has hers at 12 degrees.

Hailey Bieber has hers in 24 degrees in pisces.

Cindy Crawford has her fama conjuncting Neptune.

Gisele Bündchen has her fama opposite her Neptune.

Kate Moss has hers in pisces.

Emily Ratajkowski has hers at 12 degree.

Sherry Shi also has her fama in pisces.

✿ Another popular fama placement for models are venusian influence on the fama.

Irina Shayk has hers in taurus.

Emily Ratajkowski has her fama in taurus.

Gigi Hadid has her fama at 14 degree.

Gisele Bündchen has her fama conjuncting her Venus.

Cindy Crawford has her fama sextiling her Venus.

Bella Hadid has her fama at 26 degrees.

Shalom Harlow has her fama at 26 degrees.

Liu Wen has her fama in Libra .

Cara Delevingne has her fama at 7 degree.

Yasmeen Ghauri has her fama in Libra.

Prominent degrees:

✿ 0, 1, 2, 6, 15, 28, 29 degrees in their natal chart (or 1 degree at their fama)

Shalom Harlow has her Venus + NN at 28 degree, Saturn at 2 degree, and Pluto at 6 degree

Jung Hoyeon has her Sun at 1 degree (fama is also at 1 degree)

Kendall Jenner has her Moon at 2, Mercury at 29 degrees and her Venus at 0 degree.

Hailey Beiber has her Moon + Venus at 29 degrees

Irina Shayk has her fama at 1 degree

Emily Ratajkowski has her Moon, Mars and Saturn at 6 degree and her Venus at 1 degree.

Bella hadid has her Venus at 6 degrees

Gigi Hadid has her Venus at 1 degree, her Sun at 2 degree,

Naomi Campbell has her Sun at 0 degree along with her Venus at 29 degree.

Gisele Bundchen has her Sun at 28 degree and Mercury at 15 degree.

Anok Yai has her Sun at 28 degree and Mars at 1 degree.

Cindy Crawford has her Sun at 1 degree and her Venus at 28 degree, NN at 29 degree,

Cara Delevingne has her Venus at 6 degree and NN at 29 degree

✿ And the obvious Leo degrees is quite prominent too (5, 17, 29)

Venus Sign:

✿ Most models tend to have mutable venus (especially mercury venus). Ex. Liu Wen is a Pisces Venus, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley is also a Pisces Venus, Gisele Bundchen is a Gemini Venus, Cara Delevingne is a Virgo Venus, MIng Xi is a Pisces Venus, Naomi Campbell is a Gemini Venus, Heidi Klum is a Gemini Venus, Barbara Palvin is a Virgo Venus, Bella Hadid is also a Virgo Venus, and Kendall Jenner is a Sagittarius Venus.

Now, I can see why mutable signs are highly desired in the modeling industry as Venus represents ones style and beauty within the modeling industry, they love to mold the models into different types of aesthetics. With the mutable signs being versatile, flexible and adaptable they easily capture what the designer want to bring to life. I think of mutable signs in general as blank canvases where the designers can easily transform them into how they want their art to be portrayed.

✿ Next up is Cardinal Venus. (Ex. Cindy Crawford has a Capricorn Venus, Gigi Hadid is a Aries Venus, Claudia Schiffer is a Libra Venus, Irina Shayk is a Capricorn Venus, Shalom Harlow is also a Capricorn Venus, Adriana Lima is a Cancer Venus, Hailey Bieber is a Libra Venus, Taylor Hill is a Aries Venus, and Sora Choi is a Libra Venus.)

Mars Sign:

✿ Most models have mutable mars signs. (Ex. Cindy Crawford has a Pisces mars, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley has a Gemini Mars, Liu Wen has a Sagittarius Mars, Cara Delevingne with a Gemini Mars, Naomi Campbell with a Gemini Mars, Heidi Klum has a Pisces Mars, Adriana Lima has a Gemini Mars, Hailey Bieber with a Virgo Mars, Kendall Jenner with a Sagittarius Mars, and Sora Choi with a Gemini Mars.)

✿ Out of the fixed signs Leo and Taurus was the most common. (Ex. Kate Moss is a Taurus Mars, Ming Xi is also a Taurus Mars, both Gigi Hadid and Bella Hadid are Leo Mars, Claudia Schiffer is a Leo Mars, Emily Ratajkowski is a Leo Mars, and Hoyeon Jung is Taurus Mars.

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[wasabijean]

‼️ART FOR DONATIONS TO PALESTINIAN FUNDRAISERS‼️

Hello! A few days ago I began kickstarting my own personal Art for Palestine Campaign on Twitter, and I’m bringing it over to Tumblr as well! By donating to the fundraisers linked below, I will draw you something!

Details on how to help are here!!⬇️⬇️

First, send proof of donation to this google form (I require a screenshot of receipt with name, amount donated and who you donated to.)

After receiving your form, I will then DM you on Tumblr, to let you know your place in queue on trello, and the Estimated time of completion for your art! I will send WIPs if asked.

Here is what to expect based on how much you donate, example drawings are in the google form, or search #my-art tag on my blog.

$1 - traditional full page notebook sketches

$5 - digital messy sketch 

$10 - digital clean sketch black & white/monocolor shading

$15 - digital clean sketch with color

$30 - (2 people) digital clean sketch and color

($40 - Three people)

($50 - Four people)

$60 - Clean Rendered Portrait (simple background, bust up)

$100 - Clean Rendered Full body, full background, full color

5. And here is the list of fundraisers participating, please donate to ALL of them, not just one!

Aya & Mohammed - Both torn by the occupation, them and their families are trying to evacuate Gaza. Mohammed is a survivor of IOF imprisonment for 20 days without outside contact.

Farah & her family - A 20-year-old english translator studying at Al Azhar University, Farah is young and has already gone through much. She and her family are trying to cross the border in Rafah.

Mahmoud Mush - A Palestinian graduate with dreams of establishing his Bakery, all his work undone by the bombings. He is determined to rebuild and pursue his dream no matter what.

Dounia Tanani & her family - A Palestinian mother who graduated as a translator and has been left homeless like many others. She and her family are trying to evacuate Gaza and begin a new life to raise her child.

Ahmed Almofty & his family - He is a recent graduate in Gaza with a promising future, and now he has no home or possessions. Ahmed's future relies on rebuilding his families lives.

Sondos Maher & her family - She is a 27 year old mother of three children who runs a family vlogging channel and now is trying to get them out of Gaza.

Nagham & her family - She is a third year medical student in Gaza who hopes to escape to Canada where her Gaza-born brother, Yasmeen, resides. To start her life anew for her and her family, they need to be evacuated!

Issa & family - They are apart of a family of 6, two of which are college students, while their youngest child is 12 years old. They are trying to evacuate and continue their children's education!

Hafez & his daughters - He is a father two young and bright girls, Malak, a 5-year-old with a love for school and his baby Habiba, born during the occupation. Please donate so they stay healthy!

Mostfa and his family – A young Palestinian body builder who has broke many records and set a precedent for his community, he and his family suffers from the occupation and sickness caused by it.

I will add more fundraisers for those who would like to participate, just tell me and I will add on to this via reblog. Palestine will be free, and it starts with helping the people who need freeing.

[icanbeyourgenie]

i slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

[feathered-serpents]

And my second ever commission is DONE

Another charity commission I did in exchange for donations to Yasmeen's Family on GoFundMe. This time, the commissioner requested Angel and Husk in formalwear, and let me run wild with what that would mean in terms of design and scenario. Here I imagine them at some sort of hotel ball, after sneaking off into a corner so Angel can point out the attendees with the messiest gossip.

Included a "true colors" version (the black and purple lined version) up front this time and I think I'll probably keep doing that, it's just fun. If you don't know, I give characters I draw a line art color based on what I think suits them, but for Hazbin I shake it up and bit and give owned souls the same color as their owners, with their "true" colors hidden.

Here's a zoom on Angel's beaded top that I objectively spent too much time on!

[ice-creamforbreakfast]

🔔Slay Belles - A Custom Content Set by Ice-CreamForBreakfast and Joliebean ❄️

Ho! Ho! Ho! You’ve heard of the Queen of Christmas (she lost the trademark bid, besties), but make room in your sims’ closets for the Queens of Frump and Sensible Ladieswear this holiday season! Joliebean and Ice-Creamforbreakfast present the Slay Belles Set! This festive collection comes complete with enough glitter, sequins, gold leaf and shiny, shiny fabric to send Liberace’s ghost into a tailspin, so if that’s your thing, put your sunglasses on and get ready!

Download Ice-CreamForBreakfast’s Part here!  Download @joliebean’s part here! (Patreon - Available for all from 22nd December 2022)

Descriptions after the cut:

Yasmeen Combo (50 Swatches and accessory overlay) – A 90s style top and pants combo adorned with a gold belt that’ll shine hard enough to dazzle your friends and daze your enemies. 

Aliona Dress (55 Swatches) – A strapless, glittering mermaid gown cut down to there. It’ll take a Christmas miracle or five rolls of tape to hold her in place. 

Amelia Dress (55 Swatches) – Be your own glitter ball with this structured, sequined mini-dress! 

Rene Dress (50 Swatches) – Make a statement as you enter the room in this silk dress, complete with gold chain straps and a daring side-slit! 

It’s Time Jumpsuit (50 Swatches) – It’s tiiiiime! Make the holidays….glitter in this sequined, fur trimmed jumpsuit, inspired by the Queen of Christmas (not copyrighted) herself! 

Queen of Christmas Boots (26 Swatches) – Like cheese and wine or a Cliff Richard CD and a microwave, these fur trimmed boots are the perfect pairing for the It’s Time Jumpsuit! 

Maia Earrings (3 Swatches) – Make a statement with these bold, 90s door-knockers. Just don’t turn your head too quickly or you’ll knock yourself out. 

Astrid Earrings (3 Swatches) – Iridescent and surprisingly sharp, these snowflake-shaped earrings are a real conversation starter. 

Helena Earrings (3 Swatches) – Gold leaf suspended in glass for a more modern take on the traditional festive earrings.