#post it notes masterlist

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Post-it/Sticky Notes Masterlist

All's Fair (ao3) - cakeisnotpie clint/phil T, 5k

Summary: “That’s it,” Phil declared. “I’ve had enough of this menace.”

“You don’t know he did this,” Maria reminded him. “This thing’s always been an old piece of crap.”

“Oh, it’s him,” Phil declared. “And this time, it’s war.”

Everyone has that one person they work with who drives them crazy, and at a big place like SHIELD, you might not even know their name. A C/C enemies to lovers story with a dash of mistaken identity, a pinch of miscommunication, and side of misunderstanding. Written for day one of the Clint/Coulson appreciation week 2022, Trope Day.

And Another Thing... (ao3) - thehotzone N/R, 7k

Summary: [Post-Civil War]

Someone in the Compound has memory problems. Little things like how to live with themselves, which date it is, what to put in their coffee. Stuff like that.

Tony Stark has other problems. Little things like living with the guy who killed his parents, threats from space, neon-green sticky notes.

Stuff like that.

Building Blocks (ao3) - tielan maria/steve G, 1k

Summary: Building a relationship, note by note.

End on a High Note (ao3) - tisfan bucky/tony T, 1k

Summary: Someone's been leaving Bucky little notes...

It's Just Us (ao3) - purpleicedtears steve/tony, past pepper/tony T, 4k

Summary: For their first Valentine's Day together, Steve asked Tony for one thing: a poem.

No one could say that Tony Stark didn’t throw himself completely into his projects.

Cue research, frustration, and workshop shenanigans.

Love Notes (ao3) - brodiew pepper/natasha T, 823

Summary: Peggy wakes up to an empty bed and discovers a post-it note where Nat should be.

Notes of happiness (ao3) - Mimisempai loki/mobius G, 1k

Summary: Sometimes to work out his nightmares, Loki goes flying and Mobius waits for him, knowing that he will always come home.

Of Cats and Baking: A Tale Told In Sticky Notes (ao3) - Persiflage daisy/phil G, 1k

Summary: AU: Daisy and Coulson are neighbours who 'talk' via sticky (post-it) notes on her apartment door.

Post-it Notes (ao3) - redshineJasper (MrsPummeluff) steve/bucky G, 6k

Summary: They live together. One day Steve starts leaving notes all around the house for Bucky. Bucky adores them. Some make him remember, some are just great. Others make him laugh and happy. One day Bucky decides to return the favor.

OR

First, it had started one morning when Bucky had woken up after a nightmare-free night. But the decision to return the favor had struck after a bad night

Progress (The One With The Post-It Notes) (ao3) - Paraxdisepink steve/bucky M, 5k

Summary: Bucky is alone for a day and Steve leaves post-it notes on his metal arm.

Stuck on You (ao3) - starkly tony/thor G, 1k

Summary: Thor figures out what to get the man who has everything for Valentine's Day.

Unpack Your Heart (ao3) - enigma clint/natasha G, 3k

Summary: The first note appears on a Friday that just happens to also be Valentine’s.

Way With Words (ao3) - hitlikehammers steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: “You’re perfect, you know that?”

Bucky’s lips quirk, and god, Steve really doesn’t know what he did without that steady, sly grin in his life for an instant, let alone for years.

“I’m pretty aware, yeah.”

-

Bucky and Steve, navigating the cold (and warmth) of the holiday season.

we were in screaming color (ao3) - fakeplasticlily steve/bucky T, 12k

Summary: Bucky isn’t quite sure how it happens, at first.

All he knows is this: one moment, he’s chewing leftover pizza on the couch, making his way through JARVIS’s list of must-watch sci-fi films from the last century. Then the boy on the 128-inch premium Stark-issued television screen rides his bicycle with his alien friend into the sky.

The next thing he knows: he’s standing in front of the fish bowl in the hall, and there are post-it notes stuck to at least eight different surfaces in the apartment. There’s a memory on each of them, sometimes with a year.

Or: how Bucky discovers post-it notes, makes an apple pie, and comes to discover a few more uses for post-it notes along the way.

Yellow Post-It, Black Ink (ao3) - WanderingAlice steve/bucky G, 869

Summary: Steve leaves post-it notes on Bucky's arm. Bucky returns the favor.

[lightseoul]

ALL OUT OF LUCK

pairing. k. bakugou x reader

synopsis. you had the biggest, fattest crush on bakugou katsuki in high school, which granted you weird looks and judgment from those who found out, because why, when you could fawn over prince-like todoroki or manly kirishima instead? fast forward to 10 years later, though, and now the joke’s on them, because #2 pro-hero dynamight just got dubbed the hottest bachelor of the year. but that doesn’t matter, because you’re over him now. you’ve been over him, ever since that butchered attempt at confessing where he dismissed you as a gen ed extra before you could even get the words out. so why, all of a sudden—and an entire decade later—do you have to work with him on a top-secret mission?

status. ongoing!

working tags. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (26), a lot of cussing (bkg-typical), several mentions of bullying & discrimination (quirk supremacy), reader has a quirk :0, reader is alluded to being smaller than bkg, canon-typical violence, nsfw themes (is there gonna be eventual smut? we shall see)

links. ao3 (coming soon)

꩜ .ᐟ chapter one

꩜ .ᐟ chapter two

꩜ .ᐟ chapter three

꩜ .ᐟ chapter four

꩜ .ᐟ chapter five

꩜ .ᐟ chapter six

꩜ .ᐟ chapter seven

꩜ .ᐟ chapter eight

꩜ .ᐟ chapter nine

[cupidlovesastro]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪𝒞𝒰𝒫𝐼𝒟♡𝒜𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒪౨ৎ ˖ ࣪

˚₊‧꒰ა 𝑀☆𝒮𝒯𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝒮𝒯 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

₊˚.⋆🌸⋆⁺🦢₊˚⊹ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 ⋆ ࣪🩰₊ ⊹˚⟡ ˗ 💒

𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: ♡

☆𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

1 ⟡ 2 ⟡ 3 ⟡ 4 ⟡ 5 ⟡ 6 ⟡ 7 ⟡ 8 ⟡ 9 ⟡ 10 ⟡ 11 ⟡ 12 ⟡ 13 ⟡ 14

☆𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

⟡ romantic observations

⟡ romantic observations pt.2

⟡ water sign observations

⟡ fire sign observations

⟡ air sign observations

⟡ earth sign observations

⟡ dark observations

⟡ fixed sign observations

⟡ mutable sign observations

⟡ astrology observations 18+

⟡ sexstrology observations pt.2

⟡ pluto + scorpio observations

⟡ venus + libra and taurus observations

☆𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠

⟡ mars sign and what annoys you

⟡ venus through the houses and why people are jealous of you

⟡ mercury sign in arguments + how you argue

⟡ moon sign and what your mother could be like

☆𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠

⟡ manifesting

⟡ being viewed as innocent

⟡ being clairsentient

⟡ light feminine energy

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒜𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒴˚୨୧⋆｡˚⋆

☆𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

1

☆𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠

⟡ signs that they find you hot

⟡ signs of a deep connection

☆ 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠

⟡ moon through the houses

⊹₊ ˚ ౨ৎ𝒞𝒪𝑀𝒫𝒪𝒮𝐼𝒯𝐸⊹₊˚ ౨ৎ

☆𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

1 ⟡ 2 ⟡ 3 ⟡ 4 ⟡ 5

☆𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠

⟡ signs of being an “it couple”

⟡ signs that you will be spoiled in your relationship

☆𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠

⟡ saturn and your fears

⟡ uranus and disagreements

⟡ neptune and what’s ideal

✩⋆₊˚⊹♡𝒫𝐸𝑅𝒮𝒪𝒩𝒜✩ ₊˚⊹♡

☆𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

1

༘ ೀ⋆｡𝒜𝒮𝒯𝐸𝑅𝒪𝐼𝒟𝒮 ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

☆𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

1 ⟡ 2 ⟡ 3

⟡ memoria 1247

⟡ eros 433 ⟡ eros 433 #2

☆𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

1 ⟡ 2 ⟡ 3 ⟡ 4 ⟡ 5 ⟡ 6

☆𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑠/𝒽𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠

⟡ nessus 7066

⟡ union 1585

⟡ groom 5129

⟡♡𝑀𝐼𝒮𝒞𝐸𝐿𝐿𝒜𝒩𝐸𝒪𝒰𝒮⟡♡

☆𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡

⟡ how to find closure through astrology

☆𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠

⟡ celebrities with the same placements as you

⟡ celebrities with aries placements

⟡ celebrities with taurus placements

☆𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠

⟡ astrology- have you ever…

⟡ astrology mood board pt.1

⟡ astrology mood board pt.2

⟡ astrology mood board pt.3

⟡ 10 fun facts about astrology

⟡ just want to say this

⟡ how to lucid dream

⟡ my advice on starting an astro blog

⟡ ways to not use astrology

⟡ astrology hot takes/ unpopular opinions

⟡ lilith struggles

⟡ minor degrees

⟡ symbols and their meaning(bug edition)

⟡ bridgerton astrology

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝒜𝒮𝒦ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  ✩°｡

⟡ venus square asc in synastry

⟡ mars square asc in synastry

⟡ mars square pluto in synastry

⟡ sun trine asc in natal chart

⟡ asteroid groom in 2h scorpio to the 4°

⟡ asteroid groom 9h virgo

⟡ parts of your chart that represent your parents

⟡ aqua pluto conjunct aqua lilith in 6h

⟡ 8h stellium and scorpio asc in solar return chart

⟡ placements that give barbie energy

⟡ aries stellium qualities

𝑅𝐸𝒱𝐼𝐸𝒲𝒮

⟡ review 1

𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚:𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜

[ghost-proofbaby]

twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

"THE FIRST DATE"

EXTRA CONTENT - "BEYOND THE HOURS"

→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader → warnings: strong language, upside down does not exist, minors dni → wc: 7k+ → a/n: the very long awaited first date. this was requested by several people. wahoo! also, fair warning for second-hand embarrassment. i think eddie munson is the only person who drag me dancing around a bowling alley and i wouldn't smite them on the spot.

enjoy the main story's masterlist here

EDDIE: What about a fancy dinner date?

YOU: boring.

YOU: and too traditional. when were you even born, Munson? the 60s???

EDDIE: Ha. Ha. I don’t see you making any worthwhile suggestions, sweetheart. 

YOU: i don’t have to make any suggestions, old man. YOU’RE supposed to be wooing ME 

God forbid anyone walked in on you at this moment. 

You were like a high schooler, lying on your stomach with your feet kicking up into the air as you stared at the screen, happily bantering with Eddie over text. All the butterflies, all the blissful jitters, all that dopamine rush that comes with school girl crushes – every single cliche was present and was in full force as you discussed the details of your first date with him. You used to scoff (albeit with hidden longing) at all the romance movies that you truly believed had overplayed all the giddiness, but now you got it. It was disgusting, the way he had you wrapped around his finger so easily, the way he had turned you into a heart-eyed shell of the woman you once were in the matter of a week. 

EDDIE: So you have a thing for older men is what you’re telling me.

YOU: i NEVER said that.

EDDIE: Didn’t have to, sweetheart. I can read between the lines. 

Over the last week, since the two of you had won the bet and you had won over with insistence on him properly asking you out, Eddie had been tossing around date ideas as he tried to plan this very first occasion. The only time you had even seen him was when your entire group met up, the latest outing having been for brunch on Saturday under the guise celebrating the one week anniversary of you and Eddie surviving twenty four hours together without killing each other. 

Didn’t stop him from calling and texting you. And it clearly hadn’t deterred him from losing his mind over doing right by you with this entire first date ordeal. 

YOU: i don’t even have the energy to explain to you how many times you have proven to not do that in the past. 

EDDIE: I’ve read between the lines in the past! 

YOU: you most certainly have NOT

EDDIE: I was able to read when you wanted to kiss me that night. That’s reading between the lines.

And so the giddiness rears its head, full fledged as heat swarms your body and your cheeks ache from your smile. 

YOU: i hate you 

EDDIE: No, you don’t

YOU: i do. i really do. 

EDDIE: You’re such a shit liar

You nearly jump out of your skin when there’s a knock on your dorm’s door, annoying and persistent as it taps out some random rhythm that must be a song of some sort. But whatever song it is, you can’t recognize it as you stand, walking over to answer. 

“Did you forget your key aga-” you begin, assuming it was just your roommate. You’re shocked to see Robin and Steve standing there, “What are you guys doing here?” 

“We had a study date, in case you had forgotten and not seen our hundreds of texts,” Steve huffs, quickly crossing his arms. 

You hadn’t seen their texts. Most of your screen time had been a bit preoccupied with a certain metalhead. 

“Oh, shit,” your face falls as you open the door wider, side-stepping and motioning for them to come in. 

“Yeah,” Steve snarks as he comes right in, Robin hot on his trails and seeming in a far more pleasant mood as the boy mocks you, “Oh, shit.” 

Robin stops beside you as Steve helps himself to a seat in your desk chair, “Don’t mind him. He’s just cranky because he has to get A’s on all his mid-terms to keep his 3.0.” 

“I am not cranky-”

“You are!” 

“Am not!” 

“You so are,” Robin continues to egg him on, choosing your bed as her resting place. 

Your phone bounces a bit from the way she throws herself down on the sorry excuse for a mattress, and you recall how you had yet to reply to Eddie. Fuck.

“When did we even make these plans?” you ask, genuinely confused as you shut the door. You already miss the peace and quiet of being alone, free to preen at your phone and giggle to your heart’s content at the world’s worst flirt over text.

“Saturday,” Steve groans, throwing his head back. 

“It was after brunch,” Robin clarifies, lifting herself up from how she was lounging amongst your blankets, “I mean, you seemed a bit distracted when you agreed, but… We did text you about it.” 

You had been distracted. Eddie had managed to quietly ask the waitress to include your tab with his so he could pay for it without your knowledge, and you’d spent the entire time torn between being upset with the boy and absolutely fawning. It was a bit pathetic, looking back at it – the fact that those were the only two options your mind had presented you with. You’d scorned him over the phone later that night, and he had only laughed. You swear you can still hear it now, having heard it several times since – a low chuckle that rattled into the caverns of your chest, that bounced amongst vines of affection and willed open blooms of adoration just a little bit wider. 

Part of you was still waiting for the wilting. For the other shoe to drop, for all of what had been exposed and had been planted to vanish from your grasps. That first Monday morning, you’d even woken up worried it had all been a dream. 

“I’ve been busy,” you lamely try to excuse your radio silence. 

“Busier than normal?” Steve’s brows quirk up, leaning back in your chair that emits a squeak of protest, “Or have you just been busy with new friends?” 

Your lips twist and your nose twitches in confusion, “New friends? What the Hell are you going on about, Harrington?” 

Robin fully sits up now, watching with piqued interest.

“Eddie,” Steve gets straight to the point, his previous sour mood finally melting slightly, “You can’t honestly tell me that nothing changed after that night.” 

It was something neither of you had really discussed. Steve had seen you two, knew that a lot had truly changed based off of the way you’d tossed him right into the middle of the mess there at the end, but you and Eddie had never said anything about being together. Not to your friends, and not even to each other. 

“Just because I don’t want to tear his head off his shoulders anymore doesn’t mean we’re spending every waking moment together,” you force your best scowl, as if that wasn’t exactly what you had yearned for all week. 

Eventually, it had to wear off. That’s what you told yourself – at some point the initial rose tones would fade less vibrant, and Eddie’s intense occupation of your mind would lessen with the hues. 

“I can’t believe it, but I am siding with Stevie on this one,” Robin finally contributes, “I mean, you guys won’t even tell us what happened that night.” 

“Nothing exciting,” you’re quick to lie, “Just… I don’t know. Boring stuff. Getting on each other’s nerves, sitting around on his couch,” that gets a bitter scoff from Steve that almost makes you freeze up. Damn Eddie for teasing him with the truth about the couch, “Nothing worth making a big deal over. Like I said, we just learned to… to… tolerate each other.”

Tolerate was an interesting way to put spending hours on the phone together each night, sometimes falling asleep while still on the line. 

Steve still looks as though he’s recalling all of Eddie’s annoying taunts from that night while Robin only grins salaciously. 

“Tolerate each other?” she mimics you, leaning forward and pressing her palms into the edge of the mattress beside her knees, “Babe, have you two even said a single mean thing to each other since that night? I think he even smiled at you on Saturday. You’re practically married with two and a half kids already.”

He had smiled at you – multiple times. And each one had struck the most delicate of daggers right into your chest, lighting you aflame under his attempted clandestine attention. Every time those big, brown eyes had met yours from across the table, the ache you’d started to hold for him had only doubled in size. By the end of that morning, when the day had technically started to bleed out into the afternoon, you were nothing more than a vessel of pining for the boy that you hadn’t even gotten the chance to brush against amongst your friends. 

“Whatever,” you murmur as you reach out to snatch up your phone, “I never even understood the whole half kid thing. Like, how the fuck do you have two and a half kids?” 

“I’m sure Eddie would be more than happy to show you,” Steve teases despite his still half-traumatized look.

You’re quick to reach out a hand to whack the back of his head, “Shut up. Are we gonna keep sitting here while you two try to pry something that doesn’t exist out of me, or are we going to go study?” 

Steve’s grumpy mood returns as he rubs the back of his head, him and Robin standing in sync to exit the room.

But before the three of you exit the dorm, you check your phone one last time, having to bite down on that girlish grin when you see two new text message notifications. 

EDDIE: It’s official. I’m a genius. 

EDDIE: Say, are you free tomorrow night? 

—

Tomorrow night couldn’t come fast enough. A shift at your job, one too many hours spent sitting through lectures, ensuring a night of studying with Steve and Robin — all petty distractions, roadblocks on your path to the most highly anticipated first date of your life. Eddie wouldn’t even entertain you with details, only telling you to dress fairly comfortably and to put on your best game face.

And you did. To some extent, you really did.

But you’d finished getting ready hours in advance, something you blamed on nerves, and having that much time to kill with such nerves was dangerous.

Simple makeup turned a bit more extravagant, you had tried on nearly every outfit in your possession, you’d even eyed your hair curler on more than one occasion.

Comfortable. What the Hell was that even supposed to mean?

Your only solution had been to text the man of the hour himself, something to busy your thumbs instead of twiddling them or involving them in taking your date night look several steps over just comfortable.

YOU: okay, so. can you define ‘dressing comfortably’?

EDDIE: According to Google, “dressing in a way that makes you feel at ease in your body” :)

YOU: fuck off. you know that’s not what i meant.

Still no clues. He wasn’t caving so easily to your pestering. You should have known better, considering he’d been professionally dodging any questions or inquiries you had regarding the date for the last twenty four hours.

EDDIE: Don’t overthink it, sweetheart.

That certainly didn’t help. Not even in the slightest. 

You don’t even reply to his text, already back to pacing your dorm before you finally cave to an impulsive decision you’d been grappling with for hours now. 

There was a newish, sporty skirt in the bottom of your drawers. It was comfortable, it had built-in shorts, and it looked damn good on you. The hem fell right around mid-thigh and always flared in an overly satisfying fashion when you’d spin while wearing it. The material of the pleats was nearly impossible to wrinkle. It wasn’t overly soft against your palms as you still nervously smoothed it down once you’d shimmied it on, but you still repeated the motion in hopes of soothing some of your nerves.

You’re sure it’s the wrong option until Eddie sees you in it.

He texts when he’s on his way and you find yourself bounding outside to wait for him far too early to be reasonable. He hadn’t even arrived until after your back had nearly become one with the brick exterior of the dorm building's front wall, leaning into the scratch of the clay on your shoulder blade a welcome distraction until you heard the roar of a motorcycle engine. 

You nearly grow dizzy from the sudden rush of nerves.

This is really happening. You’re about to go on a date with Eddie, the first time of what you hope will be many to come. 

“Took you long enough, Munson,” you snark loud enough for him to hear as he clicks the Yamaha’s kickstand into place right by the vibrant red curb. There’s a sign not even a full foot away from where he’s standing that clearly spells out NO PARKING. 

Oh.

Oh.

If you hadn’t already been riddled with nerves, your knees would have gone weak at the sight of him. 

Since when is that dressing casual and comfortable? 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I keep you waiting?” he shoots right back as he lifts the helmet off his head, and something inside of you clenched tightly at the sight with no plans to unwind any time soon.

Dark wash jeans plaster his legs, heavy combat boots smacking against the pavement as he walks to meet you halfway. The black shirt he’s donning isn’t extravagant, but something in the way that t-shirt material stretches across his chest has you burning from the inside out. He’s even gone so far as to tuck the shirt into the jeans, his black leather belt on show as he hugs the helmet below his bicep. And his normal leather jacket — you don’t believe you’ve ever seen it look better, ever seen it fit his shoulders so snugly. He’s dressed to perfectly match the all black bike, the image of a bad boy straight out of every cheesy movie you’d ever seen. 

The only thing that breaks the illusion is the boyish grin pulling the arrival of his dimples along with it as he watches you push off the wall. His eyes are sparkling as you approach him, a constellation of hope and new beginnings twinkling right before you. 

He’s not sorry that you waited on him. Not in the slightest. Especially when those starry eyes travel over your appearance.

You have to force yourself to tsk, because otherwise you might end up just another pile of ash for the poor landscapers to sweep up, “Haven't you heard it’s rude to keep a lady waiting?” 

You stop in your steps just far enough to catch the way his eyes take you in. Drinking slowly. Following the trace of the just fancy enough tank top that you’d chosen to balance the skirt. Lingering on the plush of your inner thighs, barely peeking out the bottom of your chosen outfit for the night.

You almost start to feel self conscious until he lets out a little sigh, nearly a whimper as his eyes trail back up to find yours.

“I’m sure I have,” he chokes out, composure momentarily vanished as you distract him so easily, “But aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” 

“I could say the same about you.” 

You’re like a shark. If you stop swimming in the upstream flirtations, you’ll drown instantaneously in his big brown eyes.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” you swear you see a hint of a blush across the highs of his cheek bones and sides of his neck as he holds out the helmet for you, “At least with me, it will.” 

“Even the top secret location of this date?” you ask as you take the helmet, considering putting up a fight. You still hated him not wearing one for your expense, and you weren’t exactly eager for any sort of helmet hair, “Do I have to wear-“

He knows the end of your sentence before you even finish, “Yes. No exceptions; you have to wear it every time you ride.”

“Every time?” 

“It’s for safety.” 

“Isn’t it sort of unsafe for you to go without one?” 

“You’re wearing the helmet,” he sighs, nose twitching with indignation as he holds staunchly onto the position, “And to answer your other question, no. I guess flattery will get you almost everywhere, but it’s a surprise.” 

You fiddle with the chin straps, looking down as you feel his gaze burning the top of your head from this angle, “Fine. But we really should just get me my own helmet. You need to wear one, too. And…” you look back up, pausing before you properly put on the piece of safety equipment, “It’s a little oversized. You know, considering it was meant to fit your big head first.” 

He narrows his eyes, still lit up with a sort of playfulness you haven’t grown accustomed to being on the receiving end of. 

You like him quite a bit more than you bargained for. A lot more than five hundred dollars, or twenty four hours, ever would have summarized. 

“We can go helmet shopping another day.” 

We. Not just him, not just you. But you and him. A unit. A couple.

“It’s a date,” you whisper just before you slide on the helmet. You completely miss the wildfire that the ghost of a blush has finally become. You completely miss the way that your talk of you two together, you two as a couple with a future, affects him just as his has an effect on you. 

Helmet hair is worth it, you decide, once you’ve saddled onto the bike behind him and he revs up the engine once more. You’re not as shy as you had been on that fateful night the week before, quick to wrap your arms around his middle and let your chest press hard against his back. The leather crinkles against the contact, the heat of him radiating, and you think you could spend forever like that. 

You’re almost upset that you can’t smell his cologne through the helmet. That once terrible scent of boy. 

Every curve and every slow stop is another excuse to cling to him tighter, every red light a reason for him to turn his head and catch a glimpse of you with a small grin that never once falters. You swear at one of the lights, when he revs his engine in a particularly rowdy fashion right as the light turns green and takes off particularly fast, you can hear his laughter over the loud wind mingling with the roaring engine. You know you can feel it, vibrating in his chest right along with your own that gets lost in the chaos of the unusually busy Tuesday night street. 

When he pulls into the parking lot behind the older building, you catch sight of the neon sign out front and find yourself laughing again. 

“Bowling?” you question, yanking the helmet off less than gracefully as he stands off the bike you’d just swung yourself off of, “You’re taking me bowling?” 

He takes the helmet from you, suddenly looking a bit shy as he averts his gaze, “Not just any bowling. It’s… It’s the coolest bowling alley you will ever go on a first date at.” 

“You say that to every girl you bring here?” 

You’re just teasing him, trying to poke fun rather than succumb to all the fluttering that bruises your inner chest and stomach. But then he has to ruin your fun, strike a match and set you aflame so adroitly.  

“Only the prettiest ones.” 

You should continue the banter, challenge him on just who else fell into that category, but you can’t. It’s in that glimmer of his eyes and the indent of his dimples, the way he looks at you as he slowly rises and somehow softens his gaze all while keeping a threat of a bite beneath the tone. His eyes tell you that you are, without a doubt, the prettiest girl he’s referring to. That in this moment, you begin and you end his world, and not even the commotion of traffic or nip in the air that creeps up as the summer sun sets can deter his attention being set solely on you.

But his tone suggests something far more dangerous. He says it like you’re a prey, an unattainable catch that he’ll be chasing for the entire night. A wicked growl to that voice you’ve been falling asleep to over the phone far more than you care to admit in just a short week. 

He says it like he’s going to ruin you. As if he hasn’t already injected himself into your veins, as if he isn’t the gasoline drowning and raging the burn within you. 

But he keeps up the gentleman persona in the short walk up to the door of the establishment. Holds out his hand for yours to fit perfectly into, guides you to the inner sidewalk as cars fly past and the only thing between you and them is him. 

 The hunt is on from the moment he opens that door for you. 

“Ever the gentleman,” you muse, voice hardly above a whisper as you brush past him and finally catch that smell of boy. 

You think you’d drown in his cologne now if he gave you the chance. Bury your face in his chest, wrap your arms around him and press any inch of your own bare skin to his. 

“Always,” it would have been a weak response if he’d only said it and nodded his head, but he takes it a step further. Right as you pass him, entering the brisk AC, his hand ghosts over the expanse of your lower back. Fingertips nimbly brushing right above the band of that skirt, grazing your tank top just hard enough for you to feel it and shiver. 

It doesn’t stop there. The back and forth, the chase, the hunt.

The way he makes sure your knuckles brush his as he hands you your shoes, even more brushes of his palm flat against your lower back repetitively, the way he insists on a heavier ball that makes his arms strain and muscles display. Over the chatter from the bowling alley’s fairly nice bar and the music trickling out of the overhead speakers, you’re sure that your heartbeat has joined the ranks of audible noises to echo the nice haunt. You’re positive he can hear every thump, can pinpoint the exact moments that poor aching muscle inside your chest begins to race. 

You go for a smaller weighted ball. You don’t think you could handle anything heavier with your current case of weak knees.

“Only an eight pounder?” Eddie tuts at you as you approach your designated lane again, “Come on, sweetheart. You can do better than that.” 

No, I can’t. Your fault, really.

“I have weak arms,” you try to defend yourself as you rotate the red ball in your hands. 

His favorite color. It hadn’t been intentional, but the swirling shades of stark scarlet and deep maroons is a nice touch. 

“Poor baby,” he teases, leaning into you as you deposit the ball right behind his own ball on the track where it already rests.

A twelve pounder. A smoky quartz design, black base swirling with misty white and gold accents. Far prettier than yours by a landslide. 

And fitting for the pretty boy you’re faced with when you turn to watch him shedding his leather jacket onto the bench a few steps away. 

“Not all of us are some big, strong macho man,” you scowl insincerely, moving to sit beside him and follow his lead in switching out shoes, “I’m betting now that by halfway through the game, you’ll be caving and begging to use my ball, Munson.” 

You’re looking down as you casually say it, one shoe already half off and unaware of just how close he had gotten until his hand reaches over. Not even a second later, he has your chin pinched between his fingers, gentle as it guides you and forces you to look at him, “Careful. Bets seem to be awfully dangerous when it comes to the two of us.” 

Damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him. 

The graze of those fingers against your jaw leaves a trail of ash, burning that lingers and thrums beneath your skin, heart officially skipping beats rather than merely speeding up. You’re coming to realize that when it comes to keeping up with Eddie Munson in his element, in all his charm and flirtatious banter, you’re a bit hopeless.

He has you trapped under his thumb — metaphorically and literally.

“Are you always this flirtatious with all your dates?” you spit out against your better judgment.

Why do I keep bringing up his previous flames? Do I really care? Do I really want to put myself through the torture of hearing about all of the girls, or guys, he’s wooed before me? 

The same glittering eyes, the same hidden smirk from earlier. “Only the prettiest ones.” 

“You keep saying that,” you mumble, chin pressing into his fingertips against their hold, “Just how many pretty dates have you had?” 

The pride softens in an instant. His gaze is less sharp, grin less predatory as he raises his eyebrows. 

“Does it really matter?” 

You can’t help it. Your mind races ahead of you before you can stop it; you’re plagued in an instant with images of how many dates, how many other people he had indulged in over the year you two had wasted hating each other. You try to recall overhearing him describe any of those dates, try to remember if Nancy ever mentioned Eddie passing up one of the hangouts for a romantic endeavor.

You come up empty handed, but it doesn’t stop the overthinking. 

“I guess not,” you feebly answer, unable to tear your eyes from him. 

I guess not is really code for it matters so much more than I care to admit. An impossible riddle you can’t even expect him to pick up on. 

His hand falls from your chin and finds home on your bare knee, warm palm swallowing it up. He gives it a squeeze, and you wonder for a moment if maybe he can read your secretive language. Maybe he’s seeing right through your overconfident front, maybe he has felt every racing of your pulse. 

Maybe, he’s as nervous as you are.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t think you can bear another moment of this new intimacy. It had been easier when the two of you were on a ticking clock, confined to his apartment and parameters of a bet that never really mattered. Vulnerability had less of an edge when you could yearn and pine to see it flourish in the real world — but now, here it was, twisting away within you both a week later and pricking away as the stakes at hand come to light. 

“Are you ready for me to absolutely demolish your ass at this game?” you joke.

“Demolish me? That’s some big talk for someone using an eight pound ball, babe.”

“It’s not about how much you’re packing, pretty boy,” you scoff, “Just that you know how to use it.” 

He smiles slowly, but the quick squeeze of his hand tells you the vulnerability is here to stay. He feels that cutting edge too, and he’s not shying away. 

He leans right into it, just as he does your personal space, “Bring it on.” 

—

“You’re cheating!”

“I’m not!”

“You are! Who the fuck gets three strikes in a row?” 

Eddie strolls back towards you, self-satisfied smirk curling his lips and his hips swaying with arrogance as you continue to pout at his sudden show of sportsmanship, “I believe the answer is me, sweetheart. Wanna see me make it four?” 

“I hope you just jinxed yourself,” you scowl as you hop up off the couch and Eddie swaggers right past you, hardly affected by the palm you smack into the center of his chest for good measure, “I hope you roll nothing but gutter balls the rest of the game, you prick.” 

“Like you have been?” 

“Burn in Hell.” 

Eddie’s cackle echoes through the fairly busy alley. It wasn’t overwhelming, the lanes of either side of yours staying empty, the only other groups several ways down. So far, the date has been good. Even if Eddie was wiping the floor with your severe lack of skill. 

Both of you had opted for Cokes rather than alcohol, Eddie had ordered some sort of platter with onion rings and mozzarella sticks that the two of you had easily been devouring between turns. Playful banter had been kept up easier than breathing, barking words without bite being snapped back and forth loud enough for the entire establishment to hear the two of you being exceptionally childish. 

At some point, your nerves had melted. And you didn’t even need a lick of alcohol in your system for it to happen. 

“Try to aim for the pins this time,” Eddie continues to taunt you from where he’s spread out on the brown faux leather bench you’d been taking turns warming the seat of. 

Your fingers slide into the holes of your ball with ease, courtesy of the grease from all your snacking, “Try shutting the fuck up.” 

More of his laughter sounds off, and you nearly trip on your walk up to the markings on the linoleum wood flooring. It’s a nice sound; a beautiful response to words that could easily read identical to how the two of you used to fight. But these aren’t fighting words, they’re words passed between two… two… friends? 

Is that how you should continue to classify this? Were you and Eddie really still just friends? 

The sound of your ball stuttering in hops across the beginnings of the lane replaces his laughter 

No. Easy question – there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that the two of you were definitely not friends. Not enemies, not friends – something different and something unspoken. And for the remainder of this date, you could live with that. 

Eddie sucks in an audible breath, letting the air whistle between his teeth as your ball veers at the last second and misses the pins entirely. Again. 

“Th-”

“Don’t,” you interrupt him, spinning on your heel and holding up a warning finger. It’s harder to hold in your own grin when Eddie’s already smiling into his fist, leaning his elbows onto his thighs as his big eyes peer at you, clearly amused, “Don’t say a word.” 

His knuckles dig further into his mouth.

“I meant to do that.” 

His eyebrows shoot up, still not speaking.

“It takes real talent to avoid pins like that.” 

He leans over a bit further, and you swear you hear him emit a snort from behind that damn fist. 

You open your mouth to continue with the bit when the clattering of your ball returning to the ball rack comes from behind you. Eddie only shrugs cheekily as he finally drops his fist to grab for a mozzarella stick, his smile contained but those damn dimples still flashing you brilliantly. 

Without taking your eyes off him, you hold up a warning finger for emphasis once more, trying to bite down any signs of your own amusement as you take a few steps back in the direction of the rack and repeat yourself, “I meant to do that.” 

“Sure you did,” he muses before taking a bite of the mozzarella stick smothered in marinara sauce. 

“I did.”

“I believe you.” 

“I-”

It seems the Universe is in the business of interrupting you two. As if it seems all that hope and potential flourishing in the space between you two and decides that simply won’t do. As if it’s too much. 

Maybe it is. But maybe, just maybe, you’re enjoying too much. 

Suddenly, before you can even finish your sentence or grab for your ball, the lights of the alley have dimmed. A few spotlights over the alleys themselves light up, erratically waving patches of light over the shining floor as the music that had been playing overhead cuts out to be replaced with some poor employee’s voice. 

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen-” you and Eddie share a confused glance, “-The time is officially ten o’clock, meaning nineties night has officially begun! Have fun, and enjoy yourselves as we throw you back to the decade of Nirvana and Beanie Babies for the rest of the night with these straight jams.” 

Your face scrunches up in a comical cringe before the buzzing static of the speaker can even cut out and the beginning lines of Say My Name by Destiny’s Child begins to play. 

You aren’t entirely sure of how it happens. Maybe it’s all the playfulness in there, in all that electric teasing at the tip of Eddie’s tongue and all that hopelessness bubbling up in your chest as it dawns on you of the fact you were finally on a proper date with Eddie. Maybe it’s simply a good night for you to continue to make a fool of yourself, and Eddie sees it as a chance he’ll always be right there with you, prepared to make a scene as he follows your lead. 

He stands up to approach you where you’re still rooted beside the rack, matching your own grin that blooms genuinely at the sound of the song. 

It was one of your favorite’s. A small fact about yourself you don’t think you’ve ever told Eddie – that you can remember. 

It’s small, at first. Just mouthing along to the first verse as he moves towards you, recognizing that excitement lighting up in you, shimmying his shoulders ever so slightly. He looks like an idiot – he’s absolutely your idiot. 

“Did you know it was nineties night?” you mumble as he gets closer, shaking your head slightly.

“Stevie might have mentioned something about you enjoying nineties nostalgia,” he drawls, still taking sure steps towards you. 

“Did you ask him for advice for our first date, Eddie?” 

“No,” he scoffs quickly, finally close enough to grab you gently by your hips. He’s nowhere near manhandling you, but it’s still reminding you of the game, of the hunt, at play. You’re his prey and he’s officially making his move. Carelessly, nonchalantly. “He mentioned it ages ago. When they were trying to convince me you weren’t all bad.” 

Your smile widens, “Was this around the time I threw a glass at your head, by chance?” 

“Maybe.” 

The dulcet instrumental of the song continues on overhead, beginning to pick up in beat, making you nod your head along as Eddie finally starts to tug you closer. 

You’re in public, and you both should know better than to make absolute fools of yourselves, but it doesn’t seem to matter when all you can really see is him. 

Your friends had also spent ages trying to convince you that Eddie wasn’t all bad, but you’d always known that much. You’d seen glimpses of the good in him from that very first night. When he’d made you feel welcome, when he’d given you a life-preserver to cling to when you’d felt most out of your element. You knew that Eddie Munson was one of those people who had a hardwired habit of trying to make people feel welcome.

Even in a room full of people, when you’d be non-stop embarrassing yourself endlessly. 

All his jests had been further proof, but when he sees your rock on your heels as you enjoy the music, he takes it a step further. He grabs one of your hands with his free one, keeping a hold of your waist, encouraging all your giddiness over the song. Every single person in the establishment could be staring at the two of you – you didn’t care. 

When he starts dramatically mouth along to the chorus of the song, swinging you around slightly, it takes very little provocation for you to join in with him. 

You both could’ve taken a step further, and properly sang along in the most obnoxious voices possible, but you don’t. There’s still the slightest blanket of security there as Eddie keeps the antics mostly silent, reserving his dramatic reenactments of vocal runs for your eyes only. Even yanking your hand up close to his mouth, as though it was a microphone, as he swings you around again. You quickly become a giggling disarray, hardly able to keep up your own footing, eyes squinting with joy and what must be the messiest and ugliest smile possible showing off all your teeth. The type of smile and laughter you’d normally try to hide on instinct. The kind of smile you cover up. 

But you can’t, because Eddie is keeping his sturdy grip on your hands with his own, and he’s drinking in every second of your joy. He’s vibrant as he watches the way he’s entertaining you. Shamelessly staring, making his antics falter. 

“Baby, say my name,” he purposefully sings along dramatically, quietly but terribly off-key.

You can’t help but let out a snort, “Eddie, you’re an idiot.” 

He ignores you, and continues to give you your own private concert, switching rapidly between singing the main song and the backup vocals, which only makes your stomach further ache with laughter. 

This is what you’d been yearning for the last year. This silly side of him, an absolute fool who couldn’t care less about the stares of others. 

The seductive side of him was enticing. The honest version of him nice. But this side of him? Carefree, rowdy, indiscreet? It may be your favorite yet. 

Only the sound of a nearby teen couple mocking you two break the moment, just as you’ve begun to jokingly whisper-sing back into Eddie’s pretend microphone made of your joined fists. They make what must be vomiting noises, and you catch the tail end of one of them jokingly poking a finger towards their outstretched tongue as you finally sigh deeply. 

You should probably feel embarrassed. Later on, when you find yourself in bed later tonight and attempt to find some rest, you’ll probably ruminate and burn yourself alive with all the embarrassment. But not right now; not with your boy still in front of you, smiling just as desperately wide as you were. 

His dimples would probably consume him if you let him go on any longer. 

“Eddie,” you choke out through residual laughter, tugging your hands free as the song starts to fade out. You make no move to remove yourself from him, though. Your arms find home around his shoulders, hands splayed just below the nape of his neck, “People are staring.” 

“Good,” he snipes back, finally dropping the act but not the glee, “Probably entranced by how pretty you look right now.” 

“Pretty? I probably look like a loser. They’re probably already engraving a trophy for world’s ugliest smile-”

“Oh, don’t do that,” his forehead falls against yours, rolling his eyes, “Shut up and take the compliment. I love your smile.” 

There’s something unspoken there. He loves your smile, yes, but he’s also been denied of it for a very long year. It’s the first step of making it up to you, making up for lost time. 

Making a fool out of himself, just to see that goddamn smile. 

With your arms around his neck, his forehead pressed against yours and the tip of his nose bumping yours, the game of bowling is all but forgotten. Even the teens, still side-eyeing the two of you, can be pushed aside in your mind. 

All your insecurities of the night that have crept in the shadows become insignificant. You don’t care how many dates Eddie has been on before you, you don’t care that you’ve clearly become a prey caught in his web. You don’t even care about the way you’re losing. 

It’s the perfect first date. When one of his hands wander, playing with the hem of your skirt, knuckles and rings brushing against bare skin, it’s perfect. 

“Hey,” you whisper, “I’ve got a question.” 

“I have an answer.” 

“You sound very sure there, big guy.” 

“I am sure,” he pulls his face away just a bit, but his gentle touch against your thigh lings. The other hand stays warm against your lower back, keeping you pressed up against him, “What’s up, sweetheart?” 

Not enemies, not friends – something different and something unspoken.

Hearing him say it out-loud will still be nice, though. 

“Does this mean we’re official?” you breathe out, trying to cling to all your bravery and not let it slip away, “Like – God, I sound like a high schooler right now – does this mean we’re… you know…”

“Dating?” he’s grinning, unable to hide his giddiness. 

“Yeah. Dating.” 

The hand tracing circles on your exposed outer thigh rises up to your cheek, brushing along it as he tucks a bit of your hair back. You swear you see it shaking out of the corner of your eye. 

“I sure would like to be,” it was shaking. You know it surely, because his voice is as well. Vulnerable and honest, just how you like him, “We don’t have to tell the others, we can take it slow, but-”

“But we’re dating.”

It’s not a question. It’s a statement – an affirmation. You and Eddie Munson, the man you swore you hated just over a week ago, were dating. 

He only nods, and you consider the way that his dimples might just swallow you whole instead of him. 

Not enemies, not friends – lovers. It has quite the nice ring to it. 

“Well, in that case,” you finally pull away, dropping your arms slowly and letting your fingers catch on the chain of the necklace he currently wears. A red guitar pick, something you’ll surely learn the story behind soon enough. “Better go and roll that fourth strike, boyfriend.” 

His head rolls back, and a joking groan falls from his lips as his neck stretches and nearly distracts you momentarily, “Don’t say it like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re making fun of me, you little shit.” 

Another laugh falls from your lips as you step around him, quirking an eyebrow. Perfect first date, indeed. 

“Get used to it, Munson.”

“I plan to, Sweetheart.”

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Masterlist🤍

Hi everyone! I thought i'd actually create a masterlist for all of my posts. I tend to post in a haphazard manner (i blame my mars dominance for this haha) as i truly started this blog as a hobby (and to share my astro knowledge). I didn't think anyone would see my posts. However, now that my blog has grown quite significantly, a masterlist makes it easier for people to find some of my older posts. Thank you all for your continuous support and encouragement!

General Astrology Observations

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Astrology Observations 4

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Astrology Observations 10

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Astrology Observations 21

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Notes

Astrology Notes 1

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Astrology Notes 3

Synastry

Synastry Observations 1

Synastry Observations 2

Synastry Observations 3

Composite Charts

Composite Observations 1

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Composite Chart Notes 1

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Solar Returns

Solar Return Observations 1

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Solar Return Observations 3

Solar Return Observations 4

Miscellaneous

Ascendant in Partner's Houses

Sun in Partner's Houses

Moon in Partner's Houses

Eclipses in Astrology

Transits

Transits & Solar Return Aspects that can indicate a move

Careers in Astrology Part 1

Careers in Astrology Part 2

Indications

Indications of moving abroad in a natal chart

Indications in a natal chart that suggest you may have more than one college/university degree

Wealth Indications in Astrology

Indications of career success in the natal chart

Indications of marrying a foreign spouse

Paid Reading Reviews

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Paid Reading Reviews 5

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BSD Magazines Archive

After *checks* six months of working on this, I've finally completed the bsd magazines archive!! The photos above are only meant as table of contents: this is the folder with all the images included above in original quality and more, for a total of 360 pictures with multiple scans to display the best quality available on the internet. Here you can find the spreadsheet with the issues details, including magazine name, date, name of the illustration artist and translation when available, and most importantly source credits for every picture I included. In hope that anyone can find this useful or interesting, please enjoy!

Special thanks to @amythedemisimp, who shared with me so much useful material, and without whom I wouldn't have started this project to begin with.

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Tarot

pac 18+ their sexual fantasies of you 🧸

pac 18+: their sexual energy towards you 🎥

pac 18+: how they view you and their sexual thoughts

pac 18+: their sexual desires

pac 18+: their personal kinks

pac: what is your seductive power 💋

pac: who are you in this person life, mind & fantasies💭

pac: their feelings & admiration for you💌

pac: their fears about you & the connection

pac: who's your prominent spirit guide, how to connect? + msgs

pac: messages to your mental health🌑

pac: shadow work

pac: traits you should embody & get rid of

Astrology Analysis

Jeffery Dahmer

Kamala Harris & Donald Trump

Ian Somerhalder

Jhene Aiko

venus signs aesthetic(s) - part 1

trauma in astrology

attraction and sex in astrology

dark asteroids

Psychology

seduction types

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Welcome to my blog , I'm a 20 year old Astrology student and an intuitive reader ,i am basically into vedic astrology but i like tropical astrology as well and use it for persona charts , Nakshatras and asteroids forever have my heart. Hope my blog provides something good for you to look into .

i am no professional, i am a student of astro and tarot, i am not your guru never even try to expect that from me !!!

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𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

Poems from the divine blessings your way

How your soul sounds to me

Self care pac.

Your admirable traits .

What are you doing damn right currently.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 , 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕 / 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚.

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 ( 18+)

what would others think of you when they'll know that you're into astrology,tarot, spirituality, witchcraft?

what do people instantly assume about you .

☾︎𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒☽︎

your next love partner ♡︎

What can you do right now to improve your finances in future $

What you need to leave behind as you enter the new year

𝓜𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓐𝓹𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓮

𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨

PAC : General messages for you

🔸Positive things people say behind your back 🔸

𝒫𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒹 : 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃 ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 .

PAC : Messages from ancestors ✨

Which type of seducer are you

PAC : Messages from Aset

PAC : Their sexual fantasies of you 18+

𝐴𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦

Nakshatra mood boards

Astro memes

𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

Vedic asteroids to look for in your chart:)

❤︎Venus trine pluto

Basic Vedic Astrology 🌜

Ketu and your daemon

Colours of the rays of various planets , which you can wear to strengthen it🪄

Types of Zodiac signs with correlation to Nakshatras :

Nakshatra's and birds through mythology and interpretation✨ : swan

Crow

𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗗𝗲𝗹 𝗥𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗮

Mini Nakshatra analysis for the series : DARK Netflix💫

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.

𝓁𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓃ℴ𝓉ℯ𝓈

Asteroid Soma 2815 in signs

𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓭 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 11911 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼

Asteroid Kaali 4227

Sylvia Plath for each zodiac

𖣔 Chakras 𖣔

Surrealism/Subconscious art

ASTRONOMY DAY

Correlating Astrology , with Astronomy and Quantum mechanics.

Thank you 🌷

[tea-cat-arts]

A reoccurring thought I had for a while now-

On one hand, I'd like to think someone gave him a hug at least once in those 800 years. On the other, idk who Xie Lian would let himself be vulnerable with

[tarotwithavi]

♄ Saturn & your fears

Saturn represents discipline and determination but it can give fear about not meeting the standards of the house it is in.

These posts are general and won't resonate 100% because we have to consider other aspects too.

♄ Saturn in 1st / Aries

Fear of not being good enough, strong enough and bright enough. Fear of not meeting the standards. Fear that no one will know the real you. Fear of loosing your true self. Fear of never finding your true self.

♄ Saturn in 2nd / Taurus

Fear of losing the things and people you cherish the most . Fear of losing your loved ones and assets . Fear of loosing touch with people. Fear of your insecurities and instability. Fear of not being financially stable.

♄ Saturn in 3rd / Gemini

Fear of losing your voice and opinions. Fear of not being heard. Fear of not being able to explore or not having adventures in your life . Fear of not being able to move out. Fear of being alone.

♄ Saturn in 4th / cancer

Fear of loosing your family and loved ones. Fear of loosing your safe space like your home or leaving your hometown/country. Fear of not being loved by your people. Fear of not belonging.

♄ Saturn in 5th / Leo

Fear of not being able to create something unique. Fear of not being recognized for your talents. Fear of not finding your unique and authentic self. Fear of being in background. Fear of being a second choice.

♄ Saturn in 6th / virgo

Fear of not being healthy/secure.Fear not working for yourself. Fear of not being the perfect. Fear of instability in life. Fear of losing your daily routine. Fear of not living up to your expectations.

♄ Saturn in 7th / libra

Fear of not being loved by everyone . Fear of not finding the love of your life or settling down or getting married . Fear of toxic relationships and friendships. Fear of losing your friends. Fear of being alone.

♄ Saturn in 8th / scorpio

Fear of the unknown, parallel activities. Fear of not being in control, fear of intimacy, fear of not evolving and changing, fear of being stuck in one place. Fear of Sharing too much about yourself.

♄ Saturn in 9th / Sagittarius

Fear of not opening up, fear of God / not being spiritual, fear of believing in wrong thing or people. Fear of not trusting the right people. Fear of not inquiring or being inquired. Fear of not being able to travel.

♄ Saturn in 10th / Capricorn

Fear of being basic , fear of being too emotional / vulnerable . Fear of not being enough or living up to expectations of others. Fear of not being incharge. Fear of being ignored.

♄ Saturn in 11th / Aquarius

Fear of not fitting in or being too different. Fear of being outlasted by others. Fear of not fulfilling your dreams. Fear of not doing something humanity or not being helpful to mankind.

♄ Saturn in 12th / Pisces

Fear of your secrets being revealed. Fear of not being creative. Fear of never opening up. Fear of your hidden talents being revealed. Fear of forbidden things.Fear of being in the limelight.

Masterlist

[astroamorsworld]

Masterlist:

Astrology Observations #1

Astrology Observations #2

Astrology Observations #3

Astrology Observations #4

Astrology Observations #5

Astrology Observations #6

Astrology Observations #7

Astrology Observations #8

Astrology Observations #9

Astrology Observations #10: Synastry Edition

Astrology Observations #11

Astrology Observations #12

Astrology Observations #13

Astrology Observations #14

Astrology Observations #15

Astrology Observations #16: Solar Return Edition

Astrology Observations #17

Astrology Observations #18

Astrology Observations #19

Astrology Observations #20: Lunar Return Edition

Astrology Observations #21

Astrology Observations #22

Astrology Observations #23

Astrology Observations #24

Astrology Observations #25

Astrology Observations #26

Astrology Observations #27

Other posts…

What does this Aquarius New Moon mean for your rising sign?

What I’ve personally noticed with the rising signs…

Libra Venus conjunct Libra Jupiter in the 12th house conjunct Libra Ascendant

What does Taurus season have in store for your rising sign?

What does this Full Moon in Scorpio have in store for your rising sign?

What does this New Moon in Taurus have in store for your rising sign?

Part of Fortune in the houses part 1

Part of Fortune in the houses part 2

Part of Fortune in the houses part 3

Mars in the 7th house

What does Jupiter in Gemini have in store for your rising sign?

Mars Return Chart

Quick Astrology Observation #1

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hello! my name is joanne, or nene. i've been making content under @nenelonomh for a year and a bit now - with a focus on my life, consistently learning and growing.

i'm an aussie based in queensland who studies the ib. my subjects are: sports exercise health science hl, biology hl, english sl, mathematics aa sl, business management hl and español sl.

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[the-moon-devi]

The Queens in Tarot shows us where we have mastered something in our lives. For the feminines, when they pull this card they see what element they have mastered, and may be domiannt in. Queens are parts of the empress because she (the empress) has mastered all the elements and stands in her feminity with no challenge. For Example ⏬️

Queen of wands:

Mastery of self, gaining self-confidence and independence, a love for life. Self-control and anger management.

Queen of Cups:

Emotional Intelligence, and unconditional love. Family wounds healed, trauma, and feeling free to be intimate on all levels. Connecting & flowing with the universe.

Queen of Pentacles:

Mastery of the material world, financially abundant. Overflow of assets. Attaining success, health, and wellness. Finding your dream job.

Queen of Swords:

Mastery of the thoughts,brain, the mind. Knowing how to focus and learn. Knowing how to decipher messages. Understanding you and mastery of manifestation. Open throat Chakra & crown chakra.

𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐷𝑒'𝐿𝑢𝑥𝑥𝑒

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐴 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐻𝑜𝑡 𝐴𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦

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𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

➺ how to use astrology for closure

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𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

➺ celebrities with the same placement as you

➺ celebrities with aries placements

➺ celebrities with taurus placements

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜

➺ astrology mood board #1

➺ astrology mood board #2

➺ astrology mood board #3

➺ astrology- have you ever

➺ 10 fun facts about astrology

➺ advice on starting an astro blog

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➺ astro community rant

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➺ how to lucid dream

➺ symbols and their meanings (bug edition)

[geminimoonmadness]

🎀𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓🎀

Astrology Observations pt 1- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/712682966555541504/astrology-observations

Astrology Observations pt 2- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/717347918350319616/astrology-observations

Natal retrogrades- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/722534384872423424/natal

Astrological indicators for shyness- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/712375073205600256/astrological-indicators-of-shyness

Asteroids pt 4- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/714843414431170560/asteroids

Asteroids pt 3- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/714835554534096896/asteroids

Asteroids pt 2- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/714724722222448640/asteroids

Asteroids pt 1- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/713086368779304960/asteroids

Pet astrology- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/717281874912886785/%F0%93%85%80pet-astrology%F0%93%85%87

Breaking down astrology- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/713038492635185152/breaking-down-astrology

The moon and our higher self- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/713017973913387008/the-moon-our-higher-self

Zodiac Polarities- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/711993933146832896/zodiac-polarities

Gemini & Virgo- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/711918383948513280/gemini-and-virgo-are-equally-intelligent-smart

Health issues of each sign- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/711858204144025600/potential-health-issues-of-each-sign

Pisces -https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/708207959732305920/i-personally-think-pisces-is-one-of-the-most

Mercury retrograde- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/708208569722568704/i-was-born-during-a-mercury-retrograde-and-oh-how

The YOD aspect pattern- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/733390603282497536/the-yod-aspect-pattern

Saturn retrograde in Pisces (2023) - https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/720449087904923648/how-will-this-2023-saturn-retrograde-in-pisces

Why is Taurus abusive?- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/740006627731718144/someone-asked-me-why-is-taurus-abusive

Pluto square Ascendant- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/740007195635286017/pluto-square-ascendant

Saturn square moon- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/741014452437221376/saturn-square-moon

Scorpio Moon- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/742541190698762240/a-scorpio-moon

Pluto in Aquarius transit - https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/712531407662104576/pluto-in-aquarius

Neptune in Aries transit- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/768665256839004160/neptune-in-aries

QnA: Sun sextile moon synastry & Aries mars 12th house composite- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/768674716801171456/can-you-explain-some-synastry-and-composite-notes

QnA: Grand Trine- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/722596175224717312/i-have-a-grand-trine-in-my-chart-with-lilith-in

QnA: how does a Gemini moon express their anger?- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/766297581283344384/q-how-does-a-gemini-moon-express-their-anger

Synastry: Moon aspecting NN & SN - https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/733390603282497536/the-yod-aspect-pattern

Synastry astro notes- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/722442333762781184/synastry-astro-notes

Synastry: Venus Conjunct Ascendant- https://www.tumblr.com/geminimoonmadness/734841452993101825/%F0%9D%93%A5%F0%9D%93%AE%F0%9D%93%B7%F0%9D%93%BE%F0%9D%93%BC-%F0%9D%93%AC%F0%9D%93%B8%F0%9D%93%B7%F0%9D%93%B3%F0%9D%93%BE%F0%9D%93%B7%F0%9D%93%AC%F0%9D%93%BD-%F0%9D%93%90%F0%9D%93%BC%F0%9D%93%AC%F0%9D%93%AE%F0%9D%93%B7%F0%9D%93%AD%F0%9D%93%AA%F0%9D%93%B7%F0%9D%93%BD-%F0%9D%93%B2%F0%9D%93%B7-%F0%9D%93%A2%F0%9D%94%82%F0%9D%93%B7%F0%9D%93%AA%F0%9D%93%BC%F0%9D%93%BD%F0%9D%93%BB%F0%9D%94%82

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🍓₊˚⊹♡ Masterlist & Paid readings ₊˚⊹♡🍓 [updated]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Natal Chart observations˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

part 9 part 10

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Solar Return observations˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

part 1 part 2

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Asteroids in Solar Return˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

part 1 »»-----------► part 2

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Unknown asteroids˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

part 1 »»-----------► part 2

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Chiron related posts˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

chiron in the natal chart

chiron persona chart obs: part 1

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Miscellaneous˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

family and astrology

how to read a lunar return chart

what will your wedding be like? boda (1487) persona chart observations

what's got Santa in store for you? holiday (365443) persona chart observations

astrocartography notes

local space astrology

composite obs

your pregnancy - childress (30117) persona chart -> part 2

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