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Astrology Observations Pt. 4
materialist🔖
🌷 venus in the 8th house peeps somehow always end up receiving gifts from people that like them 🎁🩷
🌷 I feel like you are attracted to the sign or element that is opposite to your venus sign. For instance a scorpio venus could be attracted or attract a lot of taurus/ earth placements yk? 😋🔥
🌷8th house merc synastry culture is never ever running out of things to talk about 🎙️
🌷 leo's and scorpio placements are probably the proudest of their signs, as I've seen many leo placements with a huge ass lion tattoo and scorpio placements with a scorpion tattoo ahaha 🦁🦂
🌷scorpio placements/major pluto aspects/ pluto dom definitely prefer dark mode over light mode when it comes to social media 🖤
🌷 sagittarius mars can handle confrontation much more easily than scorpio mars because scorpio mars are actually libra mars in sidereal astrology, and sagittarius mars are scorpio mars in sidereal astrology. so, natal scorpio mars individuals are literally very passive-aggressive. oh, and mind you, the pettiness is something else (coming from a fellow scorpio mars, lmao) 😭
🌷 gemini venus people have AMAZING handwriting fr, y'all should definitely try calligraphy!! ✍🏼📝
🌷 swati venus people could have very appealing and beautiful boobies/chest area hehe 😝
🌷 ardra moon/venus have striking and stunning eyes, absolutely mesmerising 👀
🌷 anuradha placements could have issues with their stomach (indigestion, IBS etc) 😬
Please do not copy or steal any of my work <3. These are just personal observations so don’t take any of them too seriously (tried a new theme btw hehe, banner credits to @cafekitsune and @magicalboything) 💞🧿😙♥️
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95% of math brainteasers that go viral are just bad notation and it drives me up the wall
#personal#numbers do not lie#'oh but which is the correct answer? 🤔🤭 do you divide first or multiply first??'#YOU USED THE DIVISION SIGN YOUR NOTATION IS AMBIGUOUS#YOU DIDNT USE FRACTION NOTATION AND YOU DIDNT USE PARENTHESES#oh god or that one game show question that technically had no right answer#i dont care if people dont know correct notation In General but i think if you are posting a Math Puzzle#and it doesnt actually have a mathematically correct answer. i think i should be allowed to bite you
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a/n (ada's notes) - just a short one (~800) to get back into things. selfship coded yearning, timeskip!kuroo, reader is referred to as "lady"
- ᓚᘏᗢ
kuroo tetsurou is not a snuggler in the mornings.
even though he has the volume turned down low, you always find yourself stirring when his alarm goes off in the early hours of the morning. the curtains are shut, but you know it's still dark out, just as it is every time he extricates himself from your grip and slides out of bed.
for the first few minutes, you pretend to be asleep - maybe you'll be convincing enough to trick your body, too. you listen to the rustles of papers and clothes as he shuffles around the room quietly. but then there's a heavy bump, followed by a curse, and your act is broken with a muffled, bleary giggle.
kuroo feels his way over to you through the dark, patting along the mattress until his hand finds the lump under the covers that is your leg. then, his lips find their way to your forehead - or rather, your eye. another giggle.
"sorry," he murmurs, still half asleep himself. "tried to be quiet."
"come back." you stretch your arms out for him, seeking his warmth. not even the best sleeping impression in the world could make up for the loss of his body next to yours.
he huffs the tiniest laugh. "don't say that, or i'll never leave."
and he has to, you know he has to. it's barely been a couple months of him at the jva, but he loves this job. you can see it in his eyes as you talk over dinner, or when the both of you work together in the home office, keeping each other company. you know he loves this job.
as he takes your hand and kisses over your knuckles, each and every one getting its own small affection, you know he loves you too.
so instead of telling him to come back, you whisper a quiet "have a good day," and softly pinch his cheek. he pretends to nip playfully at your fingers.
"it'll be better once i get home."
you don't feel him for a bit after that, drifting in and out of sleep as he, presumably, raids the kitchen and tames his hair and does all the other things he needs to get ready for the day.
by the next time he appears at your side, it's sunrise. his hand brushes over your cheek, cold from the water of the sink rather than the residual warmth of the sheets.
he presses a kiss into your hair. "see you tonight, baby." roused, you roll over to face him.
he laughs softly at the way you crinkle your nose when his tie tickles your face. he rubs his thumb over the crease in your brow until it disappears. you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and he wraps his arms around you.
kuroo's always been an early bird, but maybe somewhere deep down, he yearns for the art of the morning snuggle.
"love you," you mumble into his neck. slowly, he leans in further until his full weight lies comfortably on top of you. your favourite blanket.
"i love you, too."
it could be sixty seconds or sixty minutes that you lay there together, savouring the last moments of comfort before facing the day. all you know is it's never long enough. not with him. he trails little kisses along your jaw and behind your ear, not caring that your hands clutching him tighter will wrinkle his shirt or mess up his hair.
then, it ends, as all good things do. he pulls back for one last kiss - a real one this time - and you hold him by the collar so he can't run away from you too quickly.
you're too busy contemplating that he tastes like toothpaste to notice his fingers creeping up your sides.
tickling, he's found, is the only thing that gets you to push him away instead of pulling him closer. and if he must leave you, grumpy and sleepy and reluctant as you are, he'd rather hear a squeal of laughter before he goes.
"begone," you manage to wheeze once he lets up on his assault, holding a defensive arm out in front of you. "you're the worst." you can just make out his grin in the dim light creeping through the window.
"you're not a very good liar, baby."
"hmph. bring melonpan from that place near the station on your way home."
"whatever the lady wants." he shoots you a wink before slipping out the door, and then he's gone.
but his smooth cologne that rubbed off on your cheek lingers for the rest of the morning, a lasting kiss to tide you over until you're finally back in his arms.
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— Caution Tape & Warning Dividers
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しさ ͏ ͏: ͏ ͏precious
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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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NSFW Warnings Dividers
please tag @issysh3ll for credit if you use any of these
(These ones look better in light mode)
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For Love
Pairing: Elphaba/Glinda Word count: 3056 Summary: A few months after Elphaba fakes her death, she sets off to reunite with Glinda.
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“I know what you’re thinking about.”
Elphaba stiffened for a moment. She’d thought Fiyero would be in bed by now—and she should have been, too.
“You can’t sleep, either?” she asked, forcing her tense shoulders to relax. She didn’t turn away from her spot at the window, where she looked out over the rolling hills dimly lit by moonlight.
“No.” Fiyero sat at the window seat beside her and joined her in watching the landscape.
“So,” Elphaba said. “What am I thinking about, then? I’m dying to know.”
“You want to see her,” Fiyero answered. He didn’t have to say the name for Elphaba to know he was right.
She sighed and leaned her cheek onto her hand. She could see the sparkling lights of the city in the distance, so close that she could easily make it there within a night. She’d fantasized about it too often lately: how she’d go, how she’d disguise herself to do it.
“We left her alone,” she murmured. “And you’ve heard word as well as I have. She’s not well, Fiyero. I’m worried about her.”
“She’s not alone,” Fiyero said. “She has all of Oz at her beck and call. She’s absolutely adored by them. They’ll take care of her.”
“You know that’s not what she needs.”
“I know.”
Elphaba shook her head, her eyes still glued to the distant city lights. Yes, there were reports that the Good Witch had been under the weather lately, but not so unwell that she couldn’t perform her duties. She was still taking the country by the reins and leading it back toward the right path, just as she’d promised she would.
But Elphaba couldn’t help but worry. And, if she was being totally honest, she’d been looking for an excuse to see Glinda again. A good reason to reveal her secret to her old friend, a reason to risk everything for one more conversation. Because all of Oz thought she, the Wicked Witch of the West, was dead—which had been the plan, and it was a good thing. A necessary thing.
And yet, Elphaba couldn’t stop wishing Glinda knew the truth.
“You can’t go,” Fiyero said gently. “It’s too dangerous.”
“I know that,” Elphaba said. “But…”
“You’re gonna go anyway, aren’t you?”
Elphaba swallowed and looked down at her hands in her lap. She always kept her nails long, but she’d recently painted them a sleek black color using techniques she’d learned from Glinda, and all she could think was that she wanted to see the contrast of pale hands and powder-pink nails twined in hers again.
“I think I have to,” she said eventually.
She looked up at Fiyero, expecting him to fight her on it. They both knew she didn’t have to do anything, and that they would all be safer if she kept her nose where it belonged and continued to live with her head down…but keeping her head down had never been her strong suit.
Fiyero, rather than buckling down, offered her a sad smile. “Just be careful,” he said.
The canvas of his skin crinkled with the curve of his mouth, and Elphaba reached out to tuck in a spray of straw threatening to fall from his seams. What a dear friend he was to have stayed by her side for so long through the things they’d endured, and to still be willing to let her risk ruining it all for her own desires.
“Thank you,” she said. “I may be back by morning, or maybe tomorrow night if I’m able to stay longer. You’ll hear about it if things go wrong, I’m sure.”
“Good luck,” Fiyero said. “And tell her I said hello.”
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Elphaba rode as far as the edge of the city, then continued on foot. It gave her time to think—as if she hadn’t already thought about every possible scenario a hundred times before.
She was fairly certain of which room in the tower Glinda would have picked. The window faced the side of the building, so she wouldn’t need to worry about guards at the doors seeing her sneak in, at least as long as they didn’t glimpse her skirting around to the side.
She’d retired her broom, knowing it would be too dangerous to use, so flying up wasn’t an option. She could throw rocks at the window, but that wouldn’t give her the opportunity to make sure she had the right room before waking the wrong person. Her only option was to climb.
There was a trellis, of course, but it only reached so high. There was plenty to use as a foothold on the way up, too, but the tower was much more intimidating knowing she couldn’t catch herself with her broom. And then, there was always the possibility that someone could notice a figure moving up from floor to floor.
Elphaba would never admit it, but she was scared. Months living peacefully in hiding had left her unused to the stunts she used to pull, and this climb couldn’t be described as anything less than daunting. Not to mention, she wasn’t sure how Glinda would react to her showing up out of the blue in the middle of the night. What if she wasn’t receptive? What if she’d be so angry for being tricked that she’d send Elphaba away, and they wouldn’t even get to talk?
The thought turned Elphaba’s stomach, and she forced it out of her mind. This would all be fine. Glinda would be happy to see her, and she wouldn’t be caught sneaking in. She didn’t come all this way just to turn around and go home.
So, she climbed.
By the time she reached the balcony she aimed for, her muscles ached and she wheezed to catch her breath, arms shaking as she hauled herself over the railing. She’d better be right about the room, or she’d be caught before she could manage to climb back down.
She took a deep breath and peered through the balcony door, her heart pounding with more than just exhaustion. Her pulse buzzed through her as her eyes roved the room: a bedroom cloaked in nighttime darkness, but lit well enough by a small pink lamp that Elphaba could conclude with certainty that this was Glinda’s room—even if the blonde woman herself hadn’t already been sitting awake at her desk, scrawling away at some parchment in front of her.
Elphaba’s chest tightened. It felt like it had been so long since she’d seen Glinda, and she found herself taken aback by the degree to which just the sight of her affected her emotions. Tears welled in her eyes as she drank in the blonde curls, the pink dress, the dark eyes cast down at her work.
Darker than usual.
Even from outside, Elphaba could see the circles under Glinda’s eyes. Even the light in them, usually so bright and full of spirit, seemed dim. And was it the shadows, or did she look thinner? Her hair flatter?
Glinda looked up from her writing as if on instinct, and Elphaba froze as they locked eyes.
And then the eye contact broke as Glinda looked away quickly, bringing her hand to her face as if to bite down on her knuckles. Elphaba couldn’t see much of her face anymore, but she could make out a string of tears running down Glinda’s cheek. Maybe Glinda hadn’t seen her after all?
She forgot any sense of stealth she had and surged forward to knock on the window, desperate to wipe the tears away and ask what was wrong. Maybe Glinda just had a rough day; maybe Elphaba could lend some comfort.
Glinda looked up again with the knock on the glass, and this time she didn’t look away. This time, she stared for longer than Elphaba could tell, her tears running dry. But she didn’t make any move to answer the door.
Elphaba hesitated, then knocked again before offering a nervous wave. Please let me in, she thought. Please don’t send me away. I miss you. I love you.
Glinda stood up this time and faltered as she stepped toward the door. She patted her eyes, a habit Elphaba knew she had to preserve her carefully made-up face, and crept closer. Wary, like a wild animal.
She reached the door and turned the handle slowly, letting the door drift open just a few inches before stepping back.
Elphaba caught the door and stepped inside, eyes glued to the woman she’d thought she would never see again. What was she supposed to say now? This was the part she could never quite imagine in her daydreams.
“Elphie?”
Glinda’s voice came out small and cracked, and new tears welled in her eyes as she stared back.
“Yeah,” Elphaba said. “It’s me. I’m here.”
“How?”
“A trap door,” Elphaba said simply. “I’m sorry, Glinda. I wish it didn’t have to be like that, and I understand if you’re angry, but I just—”
Elphaba’s breath caught as Glinda rushed the last few steps toward her, enveloping her in a tight embrace.
Elphaba hugged her back, burying her face in Glinda’s hair and breathing deep the scent of her familiar perfume. Her hands clutched at the frilly pink dress in an attempt to hold her even closer, her heart thundering so strongly that she was sure Glinda must be able to feel it.
“I can’t believe it,” Glinda breathed. “I can’t believe you’re here. You’re alive.” She shook her head. “I thought I was seeing things.”
“I’ve missed you,” Elphaba said. “It’s been so hard staying away. But—” She pulled out of the embrace and ran a gentle hand down Glinda’s cheek, feeling the sharp angles under her skin. “I came because there’s been word around Oz that you’re unwell. What’s wrong, darling? Are you ill?”
Glinda stared at Elphaba and shook her head. “I thought you were dead.”
“I—I know,” Elphaba said. “But if you’re sick, I can find a way to help.”
“I thought you were dead, Elphie,” Glinda repeated, and Elphaba’s heart clenched as she realized the meaning of those words.
“Oh, Glinda…”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Glinda looked deep into Elphaba’s eyes, her own so tired and sad that Elphaba didn’t even know how to respond. “I would have played along. You know I wouldn’t have put you in danger. Why didn’t you trust me?”
“It’s not that I didn’t trust you,” Elphaba insisted. “I just—I thought it would better for you. Safer. If you believed it, you could just…live the life you were meant to, without worrying about where I was and what I was doing. I thought you could be happy that way.”
“Happy?” Glinda frowned. “Happy that my best friend was gone? That she wouldn’t get to live the life she deserved?” She shook her head. “I know we said goodbye. That doesn’t mean I could live with your…your death.”
“I’m sorry,” Elphaba said again. “I thought it was the right thing to do. I was wrong.”
“Yeah,” Glinda said shortly. “You were.”
Her expression softened, and she hugged Elphaba again—not as tightly this time, but gentle and so fervent that all Elphaba could do was melt into her arms.
“I’m so glad you’re not dead, though,” Glinda said with a tearful laugh. “I’ve dreamed every day that you would somehow come back, and now…”
“Me, too,” Elphaba murmured. She pressed a long kiss to the side of Glinda’s head and closed her eyed. She could stay like this forever, wrapped in her friend’s embrace. Never mind that she wanted more—this was still more than she thought she’d ever have again. “I wish I could stay,” she breathed.
Glinda’s hands tightened on her cloak. “Please don’t go yet.”
“If anyone catches me here…”
“I’ll make them mind their own business,” Glinda said. “Please, Elphie.”
“Okay,” Elphaba said. After all these years, she still couldn’t say no to Glinda. She hoped that wouldn’t bite her in the ass. “All right. I’ll stay a while longer.”
“Yes!” Glinda perked up and ran her hand down Elphaba’s arm to take her by the hand and pull her toward the bed. “Tell me everything. Where are you living? Are you doing all right?”
Elphaba sat across from Glinda on the plush mattress, close enough that they could keep holding hands. “Yes,” Elphaba said, “I’m doing fine. It’s been very…quiet.” She glanced out the window to the rolling hills that lay between the city and her little cottage. “There’s a tiny village just a little bit east of the city. Fiyero and I have a cottage at the edge of the woods beyond it.”
Glinda smiled fondly, but there was something else under it, like a hint of sadness tinting her gaze. “You’re still with Fiyero, then?”
“It’s nice having familiar company,” Elphaba said. “So, yes, we live together. But it’s not like that. It never has been.”
Glinda tilted her head. “What do you mean? He ran away to be with you.”
“To help me,” Elphaba said. “With the cause. He did feel something for me, but…” She shook her head. “I couldn’t reciprocate. I love him, but not that way.”
Glinda leaned forward, her fingers closing tighter around Elphaba’s. They were so close that Elphaba could see the patterns in Glinda’s irises, the gleam of her glossy pink lips. Her face flushed as she tried not to look at them for too long.
“You’re not seeing anyone, then?”
“No,” Elphaba said. I’ve only ever had eyes for you, she thought, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud. What if she was misreading the situation? Glinda had always been physically clingy. The contact and the proximity could mean nothing. Or...
“You know I’m in love with you, right?” Glinda said quietly, and Elphaba’s heart nearly stopped.
Glinda was leaving this decision in her hands. Elphaba was the one who had to leave, the one who had to hide. She was certain now that Glinda knew exactly how she felt, and now she knew Glinda felt the same.
But if she were to deny it…if she lied and said she only saw Glinda as a friend…she could leave with no strings attached. No possibility of such a forbidden romance lingering in the back of her mind as she returned to her simple village life.
Glinda would know the truth, of course, but it was about plausible deniability. One route was safe for Elphaba, and it wasn’t the one that included Glinda.
Even so, there was no way she could go back now.
Elphaba tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind Glinda’s ear, then leaned in to kiss her.
Glinda’s hands instantly moved to the sides of Elphaba’s face, where her thumbs gently caressed the freckled green skin. Her lip gloss tasted like strawberries, a scent Elphaba had occasionally picked up but couldn’t place among Glinda’s shampoo and perfume. And as Elphaba’s hands settled on Glinda’s hips, she found herself so overcome with emotion that her tears wet Glinda’s face, too.
Glinda drew back a moment to wipe Elphaba’s cheek. “Are you okay?”
Elphaba laughed and rubbed her eyes to dry them. “I’ve never been better.”
“Good.” Glinda smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. Elphaba could tell what was coming just a moment before Glinda tackled her down onto the bed, straddling her to pepper her face with kisses.
“Hey!” Elphaba complained. She reached up to tickle Glinda’s sides, and with a squeal, Glinda fell to the other side of the bed just long enough for Elphaba to lean over her, sprawled out and tangled the way they used to lie after long study sessions at Shiz.
“No fair,” Glinda said. “You’re stronger than me!” She reached up to twine her fingers through Elphaba’s hair, pulling her head down for another kiss.
They lay like that for a long moment, kissing and giggling like schoolgirls, before Elphaba sighed and lay back, allowing Glinda to curl against her and lay her head on her chest.
“I can visit you at your cottage, right?” Glinda asked. She lazily traced shapes onto Elphaba’s collarbone with her finger. “You’re always welcome here, of course, if you can make it. But…”
“Of course you can come,” Elphaba said. “For as long as Her Goodness’s work will allow,” she joked. She ran a hand over Glinda’s silky hair. “I’m proud of you, you know. For the work you’ve done. We’re already seeing change, and it’s all thanks to you.”
“Oh, no,” Glinda said. “No, Elphie. You and I both know I would have been useless if it weren’t for you.” She laughed. “Turns out popularity isn’t everything, huh?”
“It certainly doesn’t hurt,” Elphaba said.
“Maybe one day I can use it to make Oz safe for you again.”
Elphaba laughed. “I don’t know about all that,” she said. “But in the meantime, we still have tonight.”
“And many more nights to come.” Glinda smiled and tapped the tip of Elphaba’s nose with her finger.
“Many more,” Elphaba agreed before planting another kiss on Glinda’s lips. “Let’s make the most of it, my love."
#gelphie#elphaba thropp#glinda upland#gelphie fanfic#wicked#i'll post this on ao3 eventually but i'm still waiting for an invite!#i could have waited but i am so very impatient. as evidenced by my posting this at 4 am.#anyway this is the first fanfiction i've written in a long time but it feels very full circle#because the first fic i ever wrote was jade/cat for victorious LMAO#oh ariana. we really in it now#side note: what the fuck happened to the ability to put dividers in a post#i have to use tildes like a loser?? couldn't even use pound signs like i would in a novel because it got giant for some reason#my writing
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spooky spooky
#yubisaki to renren#halloween#icons#itsuomi nagi#yuki itose#shoujo#a sign of affection#manga#anime#shoujo icons#anime icons#manga icons#layouts#aggnm#divider cr strangergraphics
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𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔
credit is appreciated, but not required ! <3
#astrology#astro community#astro posts#astro observations#astro placements#astro notes#astrology stuff#astrology chart#zodiac shit#astrology signs#zodiac notes#zodiac posts#zodiac memes#zodiac stuff#zodiac#zodic signs#dividers#banner design
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糸瀬 雪 💝
#yuki icons#yuki itose#a sign of affection#yubisaki to renren#manga layouts#dividers#manga icons#messy headers#a sign of affection icons#messy packs#anime icons#anime layouts#anime headers#messy icons#anime packs#soft icons#random layouts#edgy moodboard#coquette#糸瀬 雪#shoujo manga#yuki x itsuomi#romance manga#black moodboard#itose yuki#seasonal anime#twitter layouts#twitter packs#yubisaki to renren icons#yuki layouts
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six minutes and fifteen seconds
word count - 1.2k synopsis - it's been a busy week, and celebrations are less than grand, but the only thing kuroo wants for his thirtieth birthday is to spend it with you a/n (ada's notes) - selfship coded as usual, timeskip!kuroo, reader and kuroo and cat daughter makes three ᰔ happy birthday baby
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“i’m back.”
you look up from your book, propping it open against your chest as you hear the click of the front door and kuroo’s voice ringing down the hall. his words sound tired, nearly drowned out by the rain pelting the windows of your apartment, so you add an extra touch of sweetness to you tone when you answer him.
“welcome home.”
he strides into the living room to see you curled up in the corner of the couch. mercifully, he appears mostly dry, courtesy of the old black umbrella left to dry in the genkan.
in his hands are an odd assortment of loose groceries, contained in a plastic bag; loose papers, contained in a briefcase; and a computer’s keyboard, tucked under his arm. quite the motley crew of items, reflective of a hectic day of running errands - the latest of them being a trip to his dad’s, who had rung before lunch complaining of technological difficulties. kuroo dumps his haul unceremoniously onto the bench.
“all fixed?” you ask kindly when he turns to you with a sigh. he doesn’t say anything else, but makes his way over to your nest of pillows and blankets.
it was already a cosy arrangement you had, but there’s an irreplaceable warmth kuroo brings as he settles his weight carefully atop you.
it takes some wriggling and readjusting, but he finally manages to rest his head comfortably on your chest, strong arms wrapping around your waist. his breaths peter out to match you slow, even ones, and your hand finds its way into his hair as you entwine yourself around his larger frame.
if it wasn’t for the way he practically purrs when you scratch gently at his scalp, you might think he’d fallen asleep then and there.
not that you could blame him, with the week the two of you had had. both of you absolutely swamped with work and kuroo’s colleagues dragging him out for pre-birthday drinks had, as usual, left the weekend for catching up on every other chore. add to that saturday night dinner with his dad and sister - it’s now sunday night, and his mother has still not called - and you had spent hardly any of his actual birthday together.
so you let him snuggle in close, relishing finally getting to feel his weight and warmth and the faded smell of his aftershave as his lips press lazily along your collar.
when it gets to the point that your own eyes start to droop, you force yourself to snap out of it.
“c’mon, sleepy,” you murmur against his temple. his hair, made wilder by the day, tickles your nose. “let’s have something to eat. i made your favourite.”
kuroo groans, and his reply is muffled into your shirt. “my favourite is to lie right here for ten more minutes.” it’s hard to stifle the affectionate giggle that bubbles up from your chest, even harder to not let yourself agree with him, but you have to think of the saury currently cooling on the stove.
“five,” you reason. “the fish will go cold, y’know.”
“seven.”
“six.” he says nothing for a moment, until you add, “and fifteen seconds.” now it’s kuroo’s turn to stifle a laugh.
“specific.” his voice is laced with scepticism, but you can feel the smile starting to creep across his face, and that’s good enough for you. “but deal.”
several silent six-minutes-and-fifteen-seconds-es later, the fish is reduced to crumbs on a plate and replaced with the cake you had picked up earlier from the bakery. after lighting the candles, you settle in the chair next to him and watch as kuroo blows them out. there’s no audience apart from the two of you, but somehow it’s better that way. without an audience, you get to watch the reflection of the flames flicker in those hazel eyes you know so well.
he takes it upon himself to cut two slices, handing you the slightly bigger one that you secretly swap back when he gets up to fetch cutlery.
“so, your first-” you glance over at the clock on the wall,” -19 hours of being 30. how does it feel? any grey hairs? how are your joints?” he rolls his eyes playfully as he reclaims his seat next to you, flashing you that cheeky grin.
“so mean to me, baby. if there are any greys, you already know whose fault it is.”
you feign thought before nodding knowingly. “the cat’s, ‘cause she keeps chewing up your ties.”
“touché.”
chuckling, you reach over to the side and procure the neatly wrapped gift you had found for him. well, neat might be an overstatement for some of the folding on this thing, but kuroo’s eyes light up in curiosity all the same.
“lucky i got you these then.”
when he rids it of the paper - again, an overstatement for a wrapping job that was at least forty percent tape - he opens the box inside to reveal a pair of silver cufflinks and a tie covered in tiny black cats.
“now this is genius,” he laughs, unfurling and inspecting the silky material, “she would never attack something made in her image.” the grin doesn’t leave his face, but something more genuine settles over his features as he gazes at you. “thank you, sweetheart.”
he doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t have to for you to know he’s not just thanking you for the tie.
you smile quietly back at him, letting him lean in to press a kiss to your cheek. “of course, my love.”
once the moment passes softly, you take a candle from the cake and stick it into his slice, pulling out your phone. “now smile!”
kuroo raises a playful eyebrow. “why, so you can tease me about my wrinkles?” you shrug defensively.
“you said it, not me, baby.”
he acquiesces once you bat your eyelashes a bit, letting you snap his picture for the low, low price of two kisses. they’re brief, but sweet like the icing on the cake. when you pull away, you don’t go far, running your thumb over the apple of his cheek that’s quickly turning the faintest shade of pink.
“happy birthday, tetsu,” you say softly. “thirty looks good on you.” he turns his head to steal another kiss to the inside of your palm.
“thanks, baby.” he stabs at his cake with the fork, holding up a tiny piece like a toast. “here’s to at least a few more?” you copy him with a laugh.
“at least a lot more, i’d say.”
you eat your piece, but kuroo sets his back down in favour of capturing your lips. it’s tender, not rushed nor desperate - purely an exchange of appreciation and love. his eyelashes flutter against your cheek, peppering their own tiny kisses over your skin, as if every part of him was built just for this. for loving you.
his nose, too, kisses yours as he comes up for air.
“as long as they’re with you.”
you know there’s nothing in the world that could stop them from being so.
#𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 🪶 signed,ada#divider @/enchanthings ෆ#srce ₊˚ෆ#⌕ showing results for: hq!!#with minutes to spare i made it 🙂↕️🙏#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo x reader#haikyuu x reader
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Scream King - Michael Biehn
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#movie#movies#gifs#gif#horror gifs#horror gif#my gif post#my gif#my gifs#michael biehn#horroredit#horror edit#aliens 1986#aliens movie#the terminator#the terminator 1984#the seventh sign#planet terror#the fan 1981#red handed#psych 9#Cherry falls#bereavement#the divide#80s horror#90s horror#2000s horror
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look. I may be delusional. but I think stewy would love to marry kendall. he has very solid reasons:
- it would be funny
- tax writeoff
- legally binding document that lets stewy sleep soundly knowing he will never have to testify against kendall in court
- the secret horrible corner of stewy's heart that he will never admit to having that makes him want to have a big wedding and serve cunt in a tasteful pastel tux and eat fukcing cake and dance and make out with kendall on the dancefloor and then fuck off to greece for a month and do nothing but fuck and feed each other fruit
#the prenuptial agreement is watertight and kendall Will loose everything if he breathes wrong#the pilot clearly showed that kendall doesn't read the shit he signs. it would be SO easy#also yes after the wedding they do not acknowledge it whatsoever.#'your husband-' 'who? oh yeah ken'#half of the pics from the wedding look like 'two platonic bffs' and the other is 'they are 5 seconds away from fucking on the dance floor'#the dividing line is before and after they took molly#succession#stewy hosseini#kendall roy#kenstewy
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