#trophy mindset

[luxuryandlilacs]

Brainwashing Yourself to Become Your Dream Girl: Lisa Glamour

Lisa Glamour, formally known as Lisa Hart, is another great youtuber that focuses on femininity. She has a wonderful French accent and a great belly dancer. Here are some notes from her teachings:

Don’t get triggered by everything. Stay pleasant and walk away.

What you permit you promote.

Work on yourself and raise your value.

Your presence becomes an asset.

Stop tolerating emotional vampires.

A high value woman knows no company is better than bad company.

Remove men from the pedestal, stop doing anything and everything for a man.

You are the prize no matter his status. Men want women.

You want safety as a divine feminine woman. You need to feel safe emotionally, physically, and financially.

A nonchalant, bad boy will not make you safe. Be attracted to safety not bad boys.

Stop allowing losers to have access to you.

Start thinking “my husband would never (blank)” whenever a guy is being inconsistent, rude, inconsiderate, rude, etc.

There is real love waiting for you.

Creating that expensive energy will get people, especially men, obsessed with you.

Be playful, put yourself first, focus on you and your happiness, focus on your own well-being

Do less for men and do more for you

Be obsessed with yourself

Feminine energy is not an act, it’s who you are

Do bonding activities with a man that creates dopamine

Take him off the pedestal, keep the mystery

Your life should be amazing with or without a man

“Anytime I walk in a room, everybody is fascinated by me.”

Stop changing your standards for your environment. Just change the environment that meets your standards

YOU ARE THAT WOMAN! You are that goddess.

Anytime you walk in a room, the room becomes more high valued

[backpackingspace]

Listen I have a lot of issues with 600 strikes but odysseus should have kept posideon's trident

[red-pill-to-swallow]

Doing your part in a relationship

Hey babes,

it’s Monday – a new, fresh week and the ultimate opportunity to make some changes.

I don’t know why it feels so much better to start a new routine on a Monday than it does on a random Wednesday.

I took some time after I posted my last two posts and really thought about the relationship dynamic between my man and me.

I thought about changes that I would like to make and what could help us to become a better couple.

Honestly, I was pretty shocked after all my thinking because it turns out that my man is the rock in this relationship and I am not sure why he is still sticking around when he could probably do so much better.

But let me explain:

I gave up working in my full-time job around January 2023 and have been home ever since then.

My man was aware that I was totally burned out from my job and offered me that I could stay at home and take care of the household chores.

Previously we used to split the chores around the house roughly 50/50. It was very fair and in some weeks he did more than me and some weeks I did more than him, like it’s in every relationship.

I would say that I am fairly good at housekeeping. I know how to cook, how to clean and how to do laundry.

However – I never before was responsible for everything. From going grocery shopping and planning meals to cleaning the bathrooms every week – suddenly all of this was on me.

I struggle really bad with organizing myself, this was one of the reasons why I was so burned out from my previous job, and I started slacking.

I would do the laundry one day and take three days before I started folding it. My man literally had no underwear one time and flipped out because that’s obviously disgusting and instead of improving – I started to get mad at him.

It wasn’t only the laundry, it also began affecting my cooking – which I loved doing before – and I would start making only frozen meals or just serving cold meat cuts with bread.

We started fighting a lot more because my man was sad, that instead of relaxing at home he would need to help me with my chores – after a full workday.

I had my epiphany a few weeks ago (when I made this blog) and realized that my man has every right to be mad at me. He does his job. I am not.

So, let’s see – my man works really though hours. He leaves the house early in the morning and comes home in the early evening. He’s usually stressed because his job is very demanding and he is responsible for a lot of people.

Imagine coming home to your girlfriend, who’s staying at home, and almost nothing is done. The fridge isn’t restocked, the floor is dirty and there is no food. After your shower you realize that you have no fresh underwear because your girlfriend didn’t wash any.

I would flip out too.

My behavior was/is borderline disrespectful and I am honestly ashamed because of it. I would have broken up with me if I was him.

But here we are – still together and I don’t plan on dodging this second chance.

I think many girls that want the lifestyle of a spoiled girlfriend or a stay at home girlfriend don’t realize how hard it is to organize a whole household on your own.

Yes, there might be some men out there that are so rich that they don’t mind employing staff to help around the house, but I don’t think that this is achievable for a woman in her twenties without having various high value connections in the right circles. At least I don’t have those connections.

I am responsible for keeping the house clean, making food and going grocery shopping. That takes maybe 5 hours of my day and the rest of the time I can do whatever I want.

My man only wants to come home to a clean, organized house with a stocked fridge and possibly a hot meal on the stove.

Honestly – he is the one that is working his ass off every day, not me.

The worst is, that I even started to neglect my appearance. I used to shave every second day and that slowly progressed to only once a week. I used to color my hair religiously and worked out at least three times a week.

Now I haven’t touched up my hair in over three months, my roots are disgusting and I am very ashamed because of it. I mean, even though my man pays for my beauty appointments – I couldn’t get my ass up.

However, I cleaned our whole house today. From the bottom to the top. It’s spotless. I did laundry and went grocery shopping and I made a plan on how to maintain all of those things.

I won’t share the plan just yet because I want to make sure that I can actually follow it before I share it with you.

What should you take with you after reading this rant?

Be careful that you’re always a responsible partner. Don’t be like me. If you’re telling your partner that you plan on doing something – actually follow through and do it. Don’t disappoint them all the time.

Make sure that you acknowledge what they do for you and thank them for it every once in a while.

It is unattractive to be lazy and not being able to keep up with your standards. It’s unfair to your partner to let yourself go and they have every right to be upset about it.

Think before you speak and start an argument. Are you really right? Is it worth to start an argument about something that is your responsibility?

I mean, my man made it clear in the beginning: If I want to stay at home and live a cozy life – I have to take care of the house while he works and provides for us both.

He does his part of the agreement. Every single day.

I’ve only done my part of the agreement when I felt like it and that is not okay. But I am changing and I know that he has already forgiven me for all the hassle.

See you soon

[swabian-princess]

My current beauty routine

Monday: - am: brush teeth with whitening toothpaste. wash face with microbiome friendly foam cleanser. mix toner with vitamin C serum and apply. use hyaluronic acid serum while face is still damp. use sunscreen. brush hair and use gisou honey infused hairoil. put hair in clawclip. apply deodorant. apply perfume. - pm: dry brush. use clinique balm to cleanse face outside of shower. take cleansing balm off in the shower. use microbiome friendly body wash 2x. double cleanse with BHA gel cleanser. apply babyoil on the body while skin is still wet. step out of the shower. let body air dry. use toner on face. apply chemical peeling on face. moisturize face. apply jojobaoil on face and neck. use deodorant. use perfume. brush hair and massage serum in. do a low ponytail.

Tuesday: - am: the same - pm: the same but with shaving. use microbiome friendly body wash with an exfoliating glove. scrub body down. shave. use microbiome friendly bodywash again.

Wednesday: - am: the same - pm: the same but with facemask. cleanse face with clinique balm. double cleanse with BHA gel cleanser. apply BHA mask. let it sit for 15-30min. wash mask off in shower. do skincare after shower. switch jojobaoil for laneige cica sleep mask and apply thick layer.

Thursday: - am: the same - pm: the same but with shaving and hair washing. wet hair throughouly. apply bond repair shampoo. massage with silicone scalp massager. apply bond repair conditioner. let sit for 5-10min. rinse. wrap in microfiber towel for 40-60min. apply hair serum. apply heat protectant. blow dry with dyson airwrap. use gisou honey infused hair oil. do a low ponytail.

Friday: - am: the same - pm: the same

Saturday: - am: the same - pm: the same

Sunday: - am: the same - pm: the same with shaving, hair washing, facemask and hair removal. pluck eyebrows. trim eyebrows. cleanse face. shave off facial hair.

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Shreyas Iyer on PBKS’ mindset ahead of IPL 2025: “Our goal is to win trophy”

With the 18th edition of the Indian Premier League (IPL) around the corner, Punjab Kings addressed the media at the season-launch press conference on Tuesday. Head Coach Ricky Ponting, Captain Shreyas Iyer and CEO Satish Menon, delved deeper into the team’s plans and targets. Ponting was all praise for Shreyas as he expressed how glad he is to have the latter as the captain of the side and said…

[luxuryandlilacs]

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[swabian-princess]

Domestic engineer tales - daily cleaning routine

Hey girlies,

as we all know - I'm a proud domestic engineer (aka SAHGF) and while this life is very soft I still have responsibilities. One of them is cleaning.

I grew up with a mother that wasn't about cleaning all the time. Sure, the basics were always done but she wasn't bothered if some pet hair was on the couch or if the kitchen wasn't cleaned until the next day.

Well, my bf is the direct opposite. He hates dirt, dust, stains, pet hair and the list goes on. Basically - he wants our apartment to look like nobody lives there. He's a perfectionist and he can't relax if he suspects the apartment is not clean. That's when I enter the game - it's my task to tidy the apartment every day, so he can come home and simply relax.

I'm not going to lie - it was really rough in the beginning because it seems like this man can smell a faint stain on a towel ten miles away.

Realize that maintenance is key!

It took some time for me to realize this. Just trust me - it's way easier to clean just a little bit every day than to spend hours cleaning once a week.

1. vacuuming

My first step is always vacuuming the whole apartment. I need roughly 30-45 min to thoroughly vacuum the apartment. My holy grail tip is to invest in a wireless vacuum cleaner. It doesn't have to be the newest dyson! In fact, bf and I have three vacuum cleaners: two dysons, one of them wireless and one Phillips, and I absolutely prefer the Philipps one over both the dysons.

2. dusting

I hate dust. It makes my nose itch and my eyes water - so there is a strong no dust policy in my home! I just grab an good old swiffer and simply dust off all my counters and all the surfaces in the apartment.

3. disinfect

I blame the pandemic for my urge to disinfect everything. I love sagrotan cleaning wipes and I always buy them in bulk when they're on sale. I wipe down my kitchen counters and every other surface in the apartment. I've been doing this for a few months now and I don't see any damage on our furniture that could be caused by the wipes.

I also wipe down my bathrooms - my sink, the water taps and the complete toilet. I also spray down the toilet and my door handles with disinfectantspray for extra protection.

4. polishing

We have quite a few glass surfaces that need to be polished every day because they tend to get grease stains very easily. I take a microfiber towel and a cotton towel and spray those surfaces with a special glass cleaner, rub it in with the microfiber towel and dry with the cotton towel for a streak free finish.

5. couch vacuuming

It was not the best decision to get two white/grey coated cats with long and fine hair while still having a black couch. You. can. see. every. single. hair. I'm very happy that our Philipps vacuum comes with a special attachment for pet hair removal. I use it on both of our couches and the attachment works like a charm. No more hairs!

6. making sure it smells good

A good smelling apartment is mandatory for me because I believe that a good smelling apartment makes living way more enjoyable.

I make sure to clean the cats' litterboxes frequently - I try to scoop the litter out immediately after they finished their business. Nothing is worse than the smell of cat shit or piss and I know way to many people that have their whole apartment smell like their cats litterbox because they neglect cleaning it.

I also spritz our couch and our carpets down with some Febreeze golden orchid cushion cleaner. It smells heavenly and the smell stays for hours! It's also pet safe, so don't worry.

Last but not least - candles. I like to light some scented candles in different rooms of the apartment to make sure that it smells nice everywhere. My current favorites are the yankee candles in vanilla cupcake and sunny daydream!

It takes me around 3hours daily to finish cleaning the apartment and that's only maintenance.

I deep clean different rooms on different days during the week. My daily tasks also include loading and unloading the dish washer, doing laundry, cooking and cleaning the kitchen after cooking.

lots of love

Selene

[luxuryandlilacs]

[yujisdreamgirl]

boxer boyfriend yuji who asks you for good luck kisses before a match. he’s not going into one without them, he even almost cancelled one of his matches because you were late. (his manager scolded him for that)

boxer boyfriend yuji who looooves being pampered by you. all time champion, yuji itadori, sitting slouched on the seat as you caress his tears away. if only his opponents could see what made him weak, maybe they’d get a chance to win for once

boxer boyfriend yuji whose motivation to finish the match is knowing you’re watching him at that moment. he’s always has that “go big or go home” mindset. despite him not minding to go home to you, he’d rather bring home the trophy then go straight to you.

boxer boyfriend yuji who, once he wins his match, runs over to you and kisses you. all that sweat is disgusting, but that joyous look on his face makes you ignore it all.

“baby! i won! did you see me? this is all because of you, i love you so much”

boxer boyfriend yuji who makes sure he doesn’t accidentally lash out on you. the last thing he wants is for you to be scared of him. no matter how many times you reassure him that you’d never be afraid of him, he still wants to give you the best.

boxer boyfriend yuji who leans over to hear what you’re saying when you’re both in public. it makes you blush, and he doesn’t understand why but he keeps doing it anyway!

boxer boyfriend yuji who was actually soooo cute when he first started crushing on you. you were both in high school and he was scribbling stuff on a piece of paper but quickly crumpling it and throwing it in the bin. he groans into his notebook but as he looks up, he accidentally yelps as he sees you sitting in front of him.

“whatcha doin’?” you smile

“uhh.. i uhh.. uh, n-nothing.”

later on in your relationship, he tells you he was actually writing down a confession letter for you🥹 he knows how much you love handwritten letters, but he just couldn’t do it! he ended up expressing his feelings verbally because he was scared you’d reject him. (you wouldn’t, though. you had a serious crush on him too:3)

boxer boyfriend yuji who was your first everything: first crush, first date, first kiss. it’s refreshing to know you were each other’s first in everything!

boxer boyfriend yuji who was a cutie patootie growing up. now, he’s still cute! but adding onto that, he’s now that rough, tough and lean man practically the size of a beanstalk🙈 everyone is always amazed at how you do so well with him. (little do they know he’s still that soft-hearted boy deep down)

[lilacgaby]

˗ˏˋ🖍️crayons and connections

pairing: prohero!katsuki x nanny!reader

summary: after a harsh relationship he really didn't want another try at romance for a while. at least, not until he hired you. he thought he loved the way you cared for his kids, but you both knew it was something more.

tags: fem!reader, domestic au, use of pet names, no proofread, fluff, cursing, taking care of kids, a millisecond of angst i swear trust me, comfort

(a/n: i couldn't get this au out of my headdd)

wc: ~3k

katsuki was honestly sick of his wife.

she would nag him constantly, asking for his cards and attention without ever asking about him or how he was doing. everything was an argument now, most of their nights would eventually end up with him on the couch.

the only lights of his life were his newborn son and one year old daughter. he had adopted the 'staying for the kids' mindset, but her skipping out on their shared daughter's first birthday was his breaking point.

who knew 'i want a divorce' would be the happiest words he'd ever uttered such far? watching her cry and swear she'd be better feeding the hole of despair that had opened over their three year relationship, that had only really blossomed because she got pregnant.

he had made her sign a prenup, thankfully, so he got to keep the house. with a payment and some paperwork he was left with full custody of his kids in his house, to sleep in his bed for the first time in ages.

well, only because he hired you.

it was only natural that he needed a nanny, i mean he was gone for most of the day patrols. after taking some in for interviews, he eventually landed on you after some hours of questioning.

he was exhausted, some of these hags were terrifying, both in their practices and appearances. he relaxed a bit at the sight of you. you were really pretty.

"hi mr-- um bakugo was it?"

you and no idea who he was? it kind of hurt but would end up working out in his favor.

"yeah, just katsuki's fine."

"oh, okay! i'm [name], uh-- i have a couple years experience for babysitting and i worked as a nanny for some other families too--"

as you rambled about your past experience and why you were good for the job, katsuki's mind went elsewhere. you looked breathtaking just speaking there, he swore your hair was flowing in the wind and that the sun shone brighter around you.

not to mention you were really sweet, he had saw you making small talk to the hags earlier, which meant you really were a saint.

"so uh-- yeah that's all about me... uh, hello?"

"oh! yes? that was all really impressive [name]. so, would you be available from eight in the morning to about ten at night? those are my current patrol hours, and obviously you'd be compensated for this trial."

"yes, that's perfect for me! when can i start?"

"uh.. tomorrow?"

"okay!" you stuck out your hand, a small smile on your lips. "nice to meet you katsuki."

he shook your hand firmly and you bowed before leaving.

the next day you arrived earlier than anticipated, he was suited up in his heroes outfit, relishing in the moments where his kids were still asleep.

he heard a knock at the door and opened it. it was you, a tiny purse behind you. "hi katsuki! woah wait a minute.. are you like a hero?"

he shrugged his arms. "yeah, you know only like top three, nothing big."

he saw your eyes widen. "oh wow! sorry for not recognizing you, i don't really keep up with all that stuff-- but im sure you're really strong!"

he nodded, "hell yeah i am. anyways, come in."

you were greeted by a large family home. you were sure your apartment was the size of the kitchen alone. huge halls and grand staircases filled the space, lavish chandeliers all shaped as explosions hung from the ceiling. not to mention the crazy amount of trophies displayed.

the rocking chairs and baby blankets scattered about were seriously out of place, making you giggle a bit.

when he looked back at you, you immediately slapped your hand over your face. "something funny?"

"no, no it's just-- your house is so nice!"

"thank you? anyways, i'll take you up to their rooms now."

you followed behind him, even his kids had huge rooms. you were super kind of jealous.

he opened the door and waved you over to see a small, adorable baby boy sleeping in a cot. "this is kei, he's only eight months." he whispered. "he fusses a lot, but he loves music."

he closed the door slowly behind, and walked to the room straight across. a tiny toddler laid in a princess bed, the room drowning in all things pink. "this is kioko, she's a handful. she turned two a bit ago." he whispered, closing the door behind him to give you a basic rundown of the schedule.

"so, they normally wake up around eight. there's a lot of formula for kei in the kitchen, and kioko just likes cereal. kioko can and will play all day, but kei gets real sleepy."

you nodded along making mental notes of everything.

"they eat lunch around three, but a snack before then is fine. dinner is at seven and they go to sleep at eight."

"okay, i think i got it."

he nodded. "i think you do too. there's extra keys in the counter by the door. call my assistants if there are any emergencies, i wrote the number on the fridge."

you nodded again, "kay, i got it. you get going though, it's already eight twenty!"

"fuck. okay, i'll see you later."

"bye katsuki."

the door closed behind him and you were alone. you decided to start prepping a bottle. just as you finished, you heard the wails of a baby ring throughout the halls.

you walked up to the cot, speaking softly. "hi kei, i'm [name]." as you picked him up, he gurgled in confusion. "i'll be taking care of you from now on, let's go eat."

you kept him in your arms. he was looking up at you curiously, making you smile as he touched your face. as you walked to his sister's room, where sure enough she was awake too.

"hi kioko, im [name]. i'll be taking care of you, okay?" you said, reaching out a hand for her to shake it.

she grasped your hand. "okay. go eat?"

"yes, let's go eat. follow me, okay?" she followed after you sleepily, her blanket and stuffed animal in her arms as you led her to the kitchen.

you placed her brother in a high chair first, giving him his formula. "can i pick you up?" you asked her.

"up-up!" she said, raising her arms up in the air. you carried and placed her into one too. "so, what do you wanna eat?"

"cookie!" she pointed to an expensive cereal brand you'd never even seen before. "oh, okay."

you placed a bit in a tiny bowl, adding some milk. they ate relatively peacefully, were they really as crazy as katsuki said?

yes, yes they were. kioko was a ball of energy, walking any and everywhere. she wanted to play every single game known to mankind. it didn't help that hide and seek was hard in such a huge house.

kei clung to you. as you searched for her he never wanted to leave your side, he'd start sniffling when you even left his sight.

lunch and dinner were a blur, you made the food katsuki had told you to on the sticky notes he'd left around. you had a bit too, and man did these kids eat good.

kioko finally crashed, tugging on the back of your pants. "sleepy time." you were washing dishes, so you wiped your hand clean to ruffle her hair. "okay, go wait for me in your room."

you finished up, picked up kei from where he was sat by his activity cube, and walked over to kioko's room.

you read her a book, 'the giving tree.' she fell asleep halfway through, utterly tuckered out from the day. kei fell asleep against your chest, you went and laid him down in his cot.

you looked around the house, seeing the mess. you sighed. "let's do this."

the house was sparkling once you were done, a pot of coffee on the stove as you waited for katsuki to get back. you seriously didn't know how you were going to go back your one-bed apartment now that you've seen how the rich live.

the door sounded, it was katsuki. "hi katsuki! how was uh-- patrol?"

he was covered in soot and dirt from head to toe. you internally sobbed at your hours of mopping going to waste. "oh uh, it was good. caught some guys and shit."

"ah, that's cool!"

he looked around. "did my brats cause you any trouble?" he eyed how clean everything was, from the dishes to the floor.

"they're full of energy, but so cute it makes up for it."

he wore a soft smile. "yeah, they really are."

"you know, they both look exactly like you. it's cute."

he flushed slightly, "yeah?"

"mhm, oh! i had leftovers from earlier? if you wanted some."

"yeah, i'll eat them." she smiled and started to grab her things. "so, does this mean i pass?"

he smiled too. "yes,

yes you did."

days melted into months of your routine with kei and kioko. some days katsuki would come home early, letting you play games all together. you'd cook with him sometimes too, laughing at how precise he was about it.

everything got a bit real the second kei spoke his first word to you.

"mama."

you and kioko got so excited, recording a clip to send it to katsuki immediately.

the entire day you were so happy, treating the kids to a secret extra snack, and letting them beat their favorite baby popcorn.

a knock on the door was heard, you were feeding kei so you walked over to the door with him in hand. you thought it was odd, why would katsuki knock?

except it wasn't him, it was some woman. "uh.. who are you?"

"oh, so he thinks he can replace me so quickly? newsflash, bitch, i'm his ex wife."

"can you not curse in front of the kids?"

"i'll do whatever the fuck i want. you know why? because i'm actually connected to those kids. you're just playing mother, he'll dump you eventually."

she slammed the door behind her. "star her mama?" kioko asked behind you.

"yeah, stranger."

you had gotten a bit weird after that, acting weird about affection and things surrounding it. you didn't know why, but she really did make you question your role in their lives.

you weren't a mother, you were a nanny.

katsuki finally got fed up with your new, odd attitude. he questioned you with a look in his eye.

"why you been acting so weird?" he asked, his mouth full with food.

"huh? i don't know what you mean?"

he pointed his chopsticks at you. "you've been acting all weird 'round 'em. you don't like that they call you mom or something?"

"no! it's just.. don't you think it's weird?"

"no. i'm happy that they like you so much."

"you don't think i'm trying to replace their mom?"

"they never really had one in the first place. she was never around, so if she said some shit to you know she wasn't half the person you are."

"oh.."

"so she did come."

"yeah. she did."

"[name]. you are ten times the person she ever was. you're perfect without trying. actually, you do try. and that's why..

that's why we all love you."

you both turned red, which made you laugh. "thank you katsuki."

you reached out and held his hand.

"seriously, thank you."

he put a restraining order on his ex the next day, also going to get flowers for you as it was his day off.

you'd started to sleep over after that, the affection between the two of you growing gradually.

he gifted you a room in the house, fully furnished with about ten thousand dollars left in one of the drawers so 'you could decorate for yourself.'

that room went mostly unused though, as most nights you'd end up cuddled with katsuki in his bed.

the fridge was filled to the brim with photos by kioko, who'd love to draw all four of you as one big family.

katsuki even asked her for a small one, one that he now keeps in the back of his phone case for good luck.

he asked you out officially with kioko's help, her unwanted help that is.

she snuck out after bedtime where he was speaking to you on the couch, you in his arms as he was mustering up his courage--

"pleaseeee have a play date with daddy, pleasee?" she said, using her puppy eyes.

"we all love you a lot, but he loves you this much!" she spread out her arms to make a point, making you laugh.

"okay! okay, i already said yes kioko. go to sleep, okay?"

"yay!" she ran up to her room and you heard the door close.

"so.. about our playdate?"

he took you out to a fancy dinner of your choice, telling you to order whatever you'd like. his mom was babysitting so you two could relax.

he'd learned a lot about you from his kids, your favorite color, the music you liked, the way you like your eggs, but it was different to hear it from you.

he thought you were so gorgeous and kind, so sweet to him and the lights of his life. who was he kidding? over the last year you'd become a pillar of his life.

he enjoyed going home knowing you were there with his kids, you were there to hear about his stresses and support him.

he was happy to support you, to let you stay in his house. to let him pay for things for you, to let him make you smile.

one 'playdate' turned into multiple, you went out every other week.

he knew he had to do something, a grand gesture to show you just how much he loved you, how he wanted to continue building this perfect family of his forever.

he knew how much you treasured the opinions of his kids, he loved that about you.

so, he got them in on it. kioko and kei each held a gift for you, one of your favorite flowers and the other of your favorite perfumes.

you were at a seriously gorgeous park, streams the only noise you could hear for miles. you saw your two favorite kids sitting on the picnic blanket.

"kioko, kei?"

"mommy!" they ran up to you, kei handing you the bouquet of roses, and kioko handing you a vial of perfume.

"aw, thank you you two. where's your dad?"

"hes waiting for you! come come!"

"come!"

they guide you to a secluded area, with a natural arch of overgrown vines, where katsuki is waiting for you.

"katsuki?"

"[name]."

"what's all of this for?"

"you." he took your hands into his, looking deeply into you.

"you're important to me. you've.. you've become the thing i was missing. the thing i searched for in other people.

and, you've become that to the people i care about the most too.

so,"

he got down on one knee infront of you.

"will you marry me?"

the word yes escaped you before you even realized it. you tackled him into a hug, which prompted kei and kioko to join in.

everything was just so sweet from then on.

kioko was the flower girl at your wedding, kei was the ring holder.

your first kiss shared under the altar was magical, the memory of it forever engrained in your memories, and in your lips.

your honeymoon was bittersweet, as you missed your two headaches. but you and katsuki also enjoyed the private time alone with eachother, embracing and finding comfort in eachother's presence.

when you got home though, your picturesque family was about to have a new addition,

you were pregnant.

whilst everyone was debating whether or not you'd have a boy or girl, to everyone's surprise once you and katsuki cut the slice of cake open..

it had both colors.

you we're having twins.

as you looked over at katsuki, a shocked expression on his face, all you could do was laugh.

laugh because you couldn't have ever imagined a life this perfect for you.

but it was a wax-drawn line of fate that led you to katsuki,

and you'd always be thankful for it.

tag: @kovu-bunnbunn

[awhkacey]

𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:

☆ i have everything i want simply because i said so

☆ whenever i decide something the world shifts in favour of my new assumption

☆ i can have anything i want with the snap of my fingers and now i have snapped my fingers i have everything i desire

☆ the whole world bends over backwards in order to give me what i want

☆ nothing can stop me from manifesting everything i desire

☆ i am god and my life is exactly how i want it to be

☆ the whole multi universe caters to my every need want and desire

☆ there’s something so powerful and alluring about my mindset that makes the 3d cater to all my desires

☆ i am the universe’s trophy wife and it spoils me with everything i want because it’s what i deserve

☆ time doesn’t exist so that means i have everything i want rn

☆ the 4D is the real reality and everything i see through my minds eye is the only truth

☆ everything i desire is obsessed with having me obtain them

☆ i don’t need to chase when everything i want is already chasing me cus it wants me a billion times more

☆ i am spoiled daily with everything i desire and more

☆ i always get what i want when i want it because im so attractive to my desires

☆ my mindset is unbearable, unbelievably unmatched, and highly unshakeable

☆ my self concept is thru the roof and it’s never coming down

[lilyprettyremy]

10 Bad Habits to Let Go of for a Beautiful Life (Trust Me, You’ll Thank Yourself)

We all have those habits that hold us back — some sneakier than others. And while no one’s perfect, a little spring cleaning of your daily habits can unlock a happier, healthier life. Ready to drop the bad vibes and level up? Here are 10 bad habits to leave behind for good!

1. The Comparison Game — It’s Gotta Go

We’ve all done it. Scrolling, looking at someone’s perfect life, and feeling like we’re not enough. But honestly? Comparing yourself to others is a losing game. Focus on your own growth, and unfollow anything or anyone that makes you feel less-than. Your journey is yours alone, and it’s beautiful in its own way. Keep your eyes on your own lane!

2. Procrastinating Like It’s a Sport

We get it — that “I’ll do it tomorrow” energy feels good in the moment, but it’s also a trap. The more you put off tasks, the more they pile up and haunt you. Trust, the best feeling is getting stuff done now and freeing up your mind for the fun stuff later. Break it down, set a timer, and just start. You’ll feel like a boss when you’re done.

3. Saying Yes to Everything (Even When You Don’t Want To)

No is a full sentence, babe! If you’re constantly saying yes to things that don’t align with your goals or drain your energy, it’s time to stop. Overcommitting leads to burnout, and life’s too short for that. Start setting boundaries and prioritize what makes you feel good. Your time is precious, so treat it like gold.

4. Relying on Everyone Else’s Approval

We all love a little validation, but depending on it? That’s a recipe for insecurity. Your worth isn’t measured by someone else’s likes or approval. The only validation you really need is your own. So hype yourself up, celebrate your wins, and be proud of the progress you’re making, regardless of who’s watching.

5. Avoiding Your Finances Like It’s Scary

Finances don’t have to be terrifying! Ignoring them might feel easier in the moment, but getting a handle on your money situation is so empowering. Start small — track your spending, create a budget, and set a savings goal. The sooner you take control, the more stress-free your future will feel.

6. Holding Grudges Like They’re Trophies

Honestly, holding onto grudges only weighs you down. Letting go of past negativity isn’t about excusing people’s behavior — it’s about freeing yourself. Don’t let old situations control your peace. Forgiveness is for you, babe. The less baggage you carry, the lighter you’ll feel.

7. Talking Down to Yourself

Would you say those mean things to your best friend? Didn’t think so! So why do we let ourselves get away with it? Cut out the negative self-talk and replace it with something a little more kind and uplifting. You deserve better from yourself. You wouldn’t believe how much your mindset can change once you start being nice to yourself.

8. Expecting Everything to Be Perfect

Perfection is a myth, and chasing it will only leave you stressed and frustrated. Life happens in the in-between moments — the imperfect, messy, beautifully real ones. Give yourself some grace and celebrate progress, not perfection. A “good enough” life is often a perfect one in disguise.

9. Staying in Your Safe Bubble

Your comfort zone might feel cozy, but nothing grows there! Stepping outside of it might be scary, but it’s where all the magic happens. Whether it’s trying something new, starting a project, or meeting new people, discomfort leads to growth. Don’t let fear hold you back — take the leap!

10. Blaming Everything Else for What’s Not Going Right

It’s easy to point fingers and blame outside circumstances, but taking responsibility is where real change starts. You’ve got more control than you think! Instead of dwelling on what’s going wrong, focus on what you can change. You’ve got the power to turn things around — it’s all in your hands.

These bad habits? They’re not serving you, and it’s time to leave them in the past. Letting go of what’s holding you back will clear the way for bigger, better things. You’re already halfway there just by recognizing what needs to change. So let go, level up, and watch your life get a little more beautiful, one habit at a time.

[svelish]

⭑.ᐟ 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻

Summary : Enemies with Benefits?

G!pBillie x fem!reader

Author's Note : First post but I hope this gets noticed :((

⭑.ᐟ 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 pt. 2

(Not original work!)

"God," Billie groaned as she's pushed against the wall, nails pressed against the cold tile. Your hands trailed down her body, hands immediately working to move her belt when you reached her crotch.

"Fucking shithead," You cursed, struggling with the belt buckle. "Could you wear something less annoyingly hard to take off?"

"It's not my fault you fucking suck at unbuckling belts, this is one of the coolest belts I own," Billie huffs as she reached down to assist you. "There."

"More like ugliest," You muttered under your breath as the belt finally unbuckles, dropping to the ground. "Fucking show-off."

"Hey, that was fucking expens- ah fuck," Billie isn't even granted the luxury of finishing her sentence when you shamelessly groped at her clothed bulge, still obscured by her briefs, but very visible. "You're such a fucking slut for this dick, it's embarrassing."

"And you're acting as if you don't practically beg me for pussy every other day," you scoffed as she tugs down her briefs in one smooth motion, the large cock springing out and making a dull thud as if bounced against her tummy.

You hated to admit it, but Billie had a large cock, and she knew damn well how to use it-it was infuriating.

Hate-fucking was the proper term, because while neither could stand the other, they were more than able to stand getting down and dirty with each other, and for hours on end, too.

Their teenage libido didn't help things either-they were young with energy and a 'you only live once' mindset, so they always made time to fuck, no matter where they were, they'd find a way and a space to do it, whether it be the library, in the toilet, in the cramped backseat of Billie's car, and even on the school roof, out in the open, once.

It was more than safe to say that they couldn't get enough of each other-but both of them would rather bathe in sewage water before admitting that.

"Stupid horny dog who can't keep her dick in her pants. Remember when you went down on your knees to beg me for a blowjob and you came in and-"

Now it was your turn to get cut off when Billie literally stuffed her cock into your mouth with one swift move of her hips, and her hands went to grab your hair, forcing her mouth onto it.

"You were saying?" Billie smirks as you gaged on her cock, tears for forming in her eyes from just how big Billie was, but you still had the clarity to shoot Billie a dirty look. "It's good to know that that mouth of yours is good for something else besides being pretty and starting baseless fights for no reason."

Billie was enjoying every second of this-her hand moving your head up and down her length, sucking her off so well; the way you just submitted to be used, like a pretty little sex doll, willing to move however Billie wanted, to be used however Billie pleased. Her hips move unconsciously, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, chasing the warmth.

"Fuck-gonna come," Billie whines, throwing her head back as she squeezes her eyes shut, moving her hips faster to chase her high, which felt like it was just at her fingertips, when-

"Fuck!" Billie yelps, letting go of you as she felt a sharp pain on her cock- You bit her. She whimpered, turning away and cradling her poor cock in her hands, the bite was so hard that she could see teeth marks-yet she was still hard. "You... You fucking-you fucking bitch! Why would you do that?"

"That'll teach you consent," You grinned as if you've just won a trophy, wiping the saliva that accumulated on your chin with the back of your hand. You knew you could've used your very much free hands to push Billie away or tug her hands off her-but you'd be stupid if you thought she was going to let Billie off easy.

Billie was livid, but before she could do anything, her ears perked up at the faintest noise of—

"Is someone there?" A male voice came, and a moment later, a brief flash of light shines under the door of the toilet, presumably from a torchlight.

Both of them froze, trying to process what was happening, brains barely registering the probable outcome—that they were about to get caught in the school bathrooms after hours, Billie's cock out of her pants and you on her knees.

Yeah, not a good look.

"We gotta get out of here," Billie whispers hurriedly, already zipping up her pants and throwing her belt over her shoulder.

"Wow, no shit, sherlock, I personally thought we should just stay here a little longer to let whoever the fuck that is walk into us fucking," You hissed. Billie rolls her eyes as she grabs you by the wrist and both bolt out of the bathroom, not even caring to look behind them as they navigated the dark halls of the school, a place the both of them were more than familiar with.

Thankfully, whoever that was didn't see them as they booked it out the back gate—the one place that they both knew for a fact wasn't covered by the CCTVs—which they had to climb over to get to Billie's car just a few feet away in the parking lot.

Billie fumbles with her keyring before her car unlocks with a reassuring 'beep' —they were both certain they were never this happy to hear a car door unlock in their lives.

"Cunt," Billie swears as she throws herself into the driver's seat, with you jumping in not one second after as she turns on the engine. "Just our luck—I didn't know the school finally decided to invest in a goddamn security guard."

Billie looks down at her crotch, her cock still straining against her jeans that was barely on due to her lack of a belt, and she sighs.

"Still hard after all that?" You snickered breathlessly as you took in the desperate, puppylike look on Billie's face that appeared whenever she was miserable from the lack of orgasm. "I can't believe you."

"Shut up," Billie flushes red, and she realises just how drenched with sweat she was—why did she choose to wear a hoodie?

"We could just do it here," You suggested hesitantly, not because she didn't want it, but because she didn't want to sound too desperate to have sec with Billie even when she was—and both of them knew that. "We've done it once, we can do it again."

"Back's packed," Billie sighs, and you turned to the backseat to see a bunch of books, bags, sport gear and several other belongings scattered both on the floors and the seats, clogging up all the space.

"Jesus fuck, this car's a fucking pigsty," You tuts. "How about in your seat, then?"

"The handle broke, can't adjust the seat anymore," Billie shrugs. "And if you can't tell, I'm actually tall so there's barely enough legroom for me to even drive."

"For fucks sake—you're rich, do something about this sad excuse of a car."

"I'm working on it, Eileen," Billie makes sure to enunciate each syllable of your name as she turns up the air-conditioner. "Now fucking what. This was your fault—and this dick isn't gonna go down itself, you know that."

"Too well," You rolled your eyes, but your eyes light up a little when you realise just where else they could continue their little escapade. "Oh, wait, we could go to my house. My parents aren't home and they asked me to go back early to take care of the house, so..."

"Say less," Billie grins as she puts the gear in drive, hightailing it out of the school parking lot without a second thought.

Since their parents were business partners, they were more than familiar with each other's families and houses, which was an added plus if they needed somewhere to fuck for the weekend while their parents went out on some business trip.

It was pure silence on the way back, the both of them just desperately wanting to continue whatever they left off, the throbbing heat in both their cores a good enough muffler to drown out any other thoughts.

"Could you turn the goddamn aircon down? I'm about to freeze," You complained—and, to be fair you were wearing a thin blouse with jean shorts.

"And who asked you to wear something so short? It's like you were begging to be fucked," Billie snorts, but your hand to her head was enough to slap the stupid grin off her face. "Ow! God, you're such a fucking brat..."

Billie reaches to the back seat to grab something, grunting as she tosses it into your face.

It was her varsity jacket, a particularly large one that was custom made to fit Billie's rather broad shoulders, with her name and the number 18 in big bold lettering on the back.

"Wear this, I'm not turning the aircon down, I'm sweating my balls off."

"What the fuck—I'm not wearing something that's probably been rotting in your car for years," You protests, holding the letterman up in front of you like you were holding a dirty trash bag.

"Take it or leave it," Billie shrugs, eyes focused in the road and mind focused on getting home,

You hesitated a little, sighing as you gived in and slips the letterman over herself, which enveloped you in an instant warmth.

Billie takes one glance at you before bursting out laughing, much to the other girl's annoyance,

"What?"

"It looks so big on you," Billie snorts, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. "You look like a baby in adult clothes."

It's kind of cute, Billie doesn't say, instead, she looks in her peripheral vision to see you pouting in her seat, still continuing to stay snug in the warmth of her letterman.

The letterman smelled so much of Billie, her musky scent mixed with the perfume she always wore oddly enjoyable as you basked in it, not too obvious so Billie wouldn't find another thing to tease you about—she already has countless.

The rest of the ride was comfortable, like the calm before the storm, the both of them knowing full well that the moment the car stopped, they'd revage each other like there was no tomorrow.

"So," Billie coughs once they have reached a red light. "How's life?"

You turned to look at her like she's grown two heads.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh, so you say I'm too dry with my emotions sometimes, but now I'm weird when I'm trying to be nice and start up a conversation," Billie scoffs, shaking her head. "You're insatiable."

"If that's your way of 'trying to be nice and starting up a conversation', then it's bo wonder that you don't have a girlfriend," You snort, and Billie scoffs, clearly affected by what you said. "You have zero game, Eilish."

"Yeah? Well, then why do we have this arrangement, hm?" Billie challenges, and you rolled your eyes so far back you could see your skull.

"You were horny, I was horny, and you're a good fuck, okay?" You replied, not missing the smirk that was beginning to grow on Billie's lips. "Don't get your ego too inflated, now. You're still a douchebag."

"A douchebag with a big dick," Billie winks, and you contemplates taking hold of the steering wheel and driving them into a ditch—anything was better then having to put up with Billie's sleaziness. "And you clearly enjoy this as much as I do, don't act like I didn't fuck you so good one time the neighbours had to call the cops."

"The day you stop reminding me of that is the day I can die in peace."

"Don't die, you won't get dick this good in hell, and I know you won't be able to survive a day."

"We're both going to hell once I get this car veering into that fucking ditch."

And the two continue bickering to no end, only stopping when they finally see the faint outline of your house in the distance.

"Fucking hell, finally," You groaned, unbuckling your seatbelt as the automated gates swing open—and you didn't even question that Billie had the keys to your house, too desperate to soothe the ache between your legs.

"Hey—where're you going?" Billie calls after you when you've grabbed the keys out of her hands, frantically unlocking the front door as if you were being chased by dogs. Billie snorts when she realises you still wearing her letterman—your tiny form dwarfed by the large clothing.

"To finish off what you couldn't," You tasks when you finally get the door open, pushing your way in.

"That not fucking fair, you started riling me up and that damned security guard came meddling before I could do anything," Billie whines as you dashed to the staircase. "Fucking asshole."

Billie isn't one to enjoy being left in the dust, and so she charges up the stairs, managing to catch you when you were one door into your bedroom, grabbing your waist and pulling you back.

"You—Billie!" You wanted to curse at her, but involuntarily giggles when Billie's fingers tickle your sides. "Stop! You're tickling me!"

"That'll teach you," Billie grins as she now has you fully vulnerable. "You give me blue balls again and your sides aren't gonna be the only thing being tickled."

"What the fuck does that even—mean!" You squeals the last word as Billie throws you over her shoulder, carrying you into the bedroom and throwing you onto the bed, lockin the door behind her.

You could feel yourself gushing when Billie turns to face you, slowly making her way to you with a borderline maniacal smile on her lips, her long fingers slowly unzipping her jeans.

"You're not going anywhere but to poundtown, baby," Billie husks, hovering over you, sending shivers all over your body. "Seems like you're basically a permanent resident there, too."

You groaned at the terrible joke, feeling yourself being turned off yet somehow even more turned on at Billie's horrible taste in humor and what you could only think to be her version of dirty talk.

But that somehow has you even more addicted.

Credits; oatbowl

[astrobydalia]

September Observations

This post has a TW I do not allow the repost on any others platform

© astrobydalia

Something I forgot to mention in this post about 8th house synastry!! I've noticed for some reason this overlay tends to manifest more positively when the house person already has 8th house placements in their natal chart (not a guarantee tho). I feel like its because this makes the house person be more naturally in their power and the planet person no longer feels like they can have control over the house person. In these cases instead of envy the planet person feels admiration and "positive" obsession over the house person like "Im obsessed with you, queen!🥰​😍​🤩​" kinda vibe

If Libra Moons didn’t have the ability to detach fast they could easily pass as water moons 100%. They are such hopeless romantics and love having someone to love be that friends or partners. And yes they can be codependent but only to an extent imo. I’ve seen Libra Moons actually detach surprisingly fast specially if they feel like you don’t match their energy

Im sorry but Libra Suns are not people you can count on imo. They have this very elitist/opportunistic mindset when it comes to people. They treat people based on some kind of unspoken social hierarchy they have in their minds like how successful or intelligent or interesting you appear to be for example. They'll be loyal for as long as they see benefit from associating themselves with you, otherwise they'll be distant, elusive and flighty af. Socially they appear to be super chill but they aren’t like at all, they’re very passive-aggressive and extremely judgmental of others

If you have Venusian MC/10th house (Libra or Taurus MC/10th or Venus in the 10th house), I've noticed people care what you think of them and really feel the need to make a good impression on you, specially the sex you're attracted to romantically. This placement makes people feel like your love and affection is a privilege to have, that’s why a lot of trophy wives have venusian 10th house/MC

Jupiterians (Pisces/Sagittarius but specially Sagittarius placements) are just the best people to be around tbh. Even when they have other toxic placements/energies in their charts, I’ve noticed they are ultimately all about the ✨vibes✨. They detach from negativity quite fast and avoid getting too deep into drama and controversy cause really all they want is to chill and have fun. The “no worries, bro” kinda people. The negative side of this tho is they tend to turn a blind eye when they get called out on their own issues and/or have a tendency to be dismissive when it’s time to take things seriously

^^^You’d say Venusians relate to this peaceful description too but tbh I didn’t include them cause Venusians tend to have a lot of repressed shit and are secretly all about drama (but watching it go down from afar tho)

I’ve noticed water mercury tend to be more diplomatic and charming with their words, the way they speak about things tends to be more soothing yet nebulous/confusing/cryptic. However earth mercuries are more direct and critical which makes them more prone to openly talking shit LMAO

There's a lot of posts victimizing and romanticizing Lilith in the 1st house/conjunct the ASC but I've seen this placement a lot in bullies and genuinely fraudulent people?? I've seen Lilith energy is commonly prominent in the charts of criminals too. Like​ idk why people act like the hate Lilith gets is ALWAYS unjustified 💀 They can truly be really dark and shady individuals that’s literally what Lilith signifies (this does not apply to everyone of courseeeeee)

Furthermore, I'm sorry to say this but prominent Lilith natives have a habit of living too much in the victim mindset and constantly make everyone else the problem as a way to justify their shitty behaviors

What I’ve noticed with Lilith natives who are not sketchy people (so just normal decent individuals) is that they have huge self-destructive and self-derogatory tendencies. They tend to become very cynical of the world, lose hope in their own value and humiliate themselves behaving in ways that are rebellious to them but make other people think the native has no self-respect

Libra/7th house Lilith tend to assume the worst in others. Envy placement. They struggle finding genuine and healthy relationships

I've noticed MC ruler in the 12th house is common in the charts of sex workers since 12th house is related to bed pleasures, secret affairs, etc

The sign that actually behaves like a child irl is Gemini. That’s why I've noticed Gemini placements always want to be the 'cool and fun parent' just like Phil Dunphy

TW: mentions of c**** abuse and s******.

I've noticed Cancer energy (Leo too but mostly cancer) is very common in the charts of p*dos, gr**mers and s*xual predators. No placement will determine someone being this way!!!

Chiron in the 1st house/conjunct the ASC/Harshly aspecting chart ruler is common in the charts of people who have or have tried to commit s******

End of TW

An underrated god complex indicator is Sun-Mercury conjunction. I can't stress enough how much these people's ego revolve around their intellect. Their entire personality to them is being the smartest person in the room

When it comes to pride and ego (Sun) fixed and mutable suns are the most likely to have a superiority complex

Mutable Suns take the most pride on their own knowledge and judgment, deeply believe they know better or have most if not all the answers. They have a tendency to often dismiss, correct or contradict others

Fixed Suns take pride in their own ‘essence’ if that make sense. They LOVE the idea of being special and irreplaceable. Feeling like there’s something intrinsically unique about them

Cardinal Suns are okay tbh. They can have other negatives but when it comes to ego theirs is usually pretty balanced I noticed. They usually take pride in their ability to level-up and improve themselves which often makes them rather competitive or in extreme cases have this heavily predatory mindset when it comes to what they want

This will not be accurate for everyone of course but when it comes to future children if you have Water/Earth moon you are most likely to have girls whereas if you have Air/Fire moon you're more most likely to have boys

Air Venus people are the most open-minded when it comes to taste in general. I've noticed they're the type to enjoy almost every music and movie genre, they can appreciate different aesthetics.... They're also the most likely to date outside their race I've seen cause they can really find beauty in all sort of features as long as it looks overall good/attractive to them. It's not that they don't have preferences, but they're type be open to being impressed and mentally stimulated

EARTH and Fire Venus people are the most selective when it comes to their taste. They know exactly what they want and like. In the case of earth Venus this can be to the point of strong reluctance to try new things. Fire Venus appear open minded cause they have this attitude of trying everything once but the usually have a very hard-set type of things they will actually commit to

Water Venus people aren't that open about their tastes. They hide or repress them cause they really tend to be into obscure or hidden stuff. If you ask them what they like, they'll give you an evasive and generic answer, specially if it's in the context of small talk

I've noticed Capricorn and Scorpio Moons have an innate understanding of the uglier sides of human nature which is what makes them pretty cynical (scorpio) and pessimistic (cap). They are hyper-aware of how most people can be bought and corrupted. This makes them AMAZING business people tho.

Aries ASC natives embody the active, wild and spontaneous stereotype more than the other aries placements. They come across as pretty chill at first but there's actually very little they won't dare to do, they love adventures

I've noticed Venusians can do really good in anything related to sales or business counseling, because they are good at estimating and promoting the value of things

I know we relate Neptune to otherworldly and glamorous vibe but all the people that I've met who made me go "wow, girl, you don't feel real" were people who had air signs in their big 3. They’re not real people, they’re concepts, I swear that’s the vibe they give me💀💀

Also, air signs in the big 3 is an underrated fame/success indicator imo. Nowadays networking is everything in order to succeed and these natives naturally attract popularity and connections SO easily. They effortlessly use their charm and likeness to gain opportunities

I once saw an observation that said Gemini risings give off dumb blonde energy and Im here to confirm it’s true, specially when Mercury is also in an air sign. This happens cause they're up in their minds all the time but this makes them appear VERY disconnected from their environment so they really just be looking like this 24/7 😀​😃​😄​😁​😆​🙂​ and that's why they come across as empty-headed. They also often have this manic pixie dream girl energy which results in people not taking them seriously. This is enhanced when you see that they have a tendency to get talkative about superficial or random topics but their more intelligent or deep thoughts they keep to themselves for some reason.

Taurus Moons actually are actually very very very strategic??? Other earth moons look messy af beside them. They're so grounded that they know exactly what they want, how they wanna get it and they are so sure of themselves they have no issue taking their sweet ass time with it. Every single step they take is so intentional and "organized" if that makes sense, but they pull it off as natural and spontaneous??

Also this is an obvious thing to say but Taurus Moons are so emotionally stable. They work extremely well under pressure, will literally be the calm person admist a chaos or extreme situation. I've seen Cap/Virgo moons getting triggered many times but Taurus moons???? I've known some of them for years and I've never seen them triggered EVER no matter happened which as a water moon that's fucking insane to me 😭​💀​💀​ Like sure depending on their personality they can be more or less expressive of their feelings but its always on their own terms, they don't let other people or situations just get reactions out of them if that makes sense

I've noticed Mercury in the 4th house creates a divided and scattered family. Just like Mercury in the 10th house indicates traveling for work, Mercury in the 4th indicates traveling because of your family. The people I've seen with this placement have all of their family members scattered around the world living completely different lives

Sun-Neptune harsh aspects are very impressionable people and very easily influenced

Also, a lot of people point out Sun-Pluto aspects have like a hidden dark/toxic side to their personality but I've seen it's actually Sun-Neptune that match this description

Libra placements can potentially be very disciplined and do well in demanding and/or serious occupations like corporate, military or athletes since Saturn is exalted in Libra.

Venus in the 1st house can tend to only value the superficially good things in them (lovable, likabale, beautiful, etc) and are more concerned with the image they present rather than building a real personality deep down. This make them ignore or downplay their flaws thus not reacting well to criticism and/or when someone does not like them.

All the men that I’ve met who were actually providers and had this involved father and husband vibes always had VIRGO, taurus and cancer placements

Men with capricorn placements aren’t providers, they’re just controlling af😭😭 They will also be emotionally distant and manipulative af too if they do not have other energies in the chart to balance it out

Honestly water suns (sun in a water house natives too) fascinate me. They just go around life casually hiding who they really are like they don’t have the most intricate personality deep down. All of them have mysterious and intriguing vibes it's not just scorpio!!!

5th house placements (including vertex) will stay behaving like teenagers regardless of their age. The song "forever young" by alphaville really describes them

Neptune in the 1st house/asc are prone to attracting lots and lots of creepy individuals because they have this aura where people project all sorts of delulu and twisted shit on them. Mentally and/or emotionally unwell people feel very attached to these natives unfortunately

Leo MC/10th house really does indicate a career where you're some kind of performer. That’s why many celebrities (specially ACTORS and singers) are Scorpio risings. This can also apply to careers like politics, public speaker, standup comedian, etc. All of these involve some level of fame ofc

Cancer MC/10th house indicates being some kind of creator (cancer=birthing something new, bringing something to life). This a lot of times relate to some art form of course but it can be other things for example a friend of mine has this placement and she works in science and she told me she works in a lab with substances and materials she created herself (idk how it works but you get the idea)

Pisces Suns have a major in gaslighting from the university of never taking responsibility. This can be the case for any unevolved pisces placement but I’ve noticed the lying to your face and twisting reality is much more blatant in Pisces Suns for some reason. They make arguments in such a way that you can tell something of what they’re saying is off but you can’t exactly prove them wrong either so 🤷🏽‍♀️💀

Mercurial placements (Gemini/Virgo) and Venus in the 3rd house may really love wearing rings or lots of bracelets, big watches, etc. Accessories that bring attention to the hands essentially

Libra placentas may or may not want to be "liked" but Libra Moon is a placement I've seen is genuinely liked by everyone. They have this calming and loving energy to them. Celebrities with this placement are generally unproblematic (Anne Hathaway, Emma Stone) or if they are problematic they can easily recover from backlash (Ariana Grande, Leo DiCaprio)

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[luxuryandlilacs]

[nemesyaaa]

fake you out // academic loser!rafe x academic weapon!reader

summary ; dark academia au where you are at the top of the school, always getting the best grades and being in the good graces of your teachers, which leads you to gain privileges and power over the academy. and on your opposite side, there is rafe cameron. certified boring loser and pathetic asshole, who is fed up with this stupid system, and always feels the need to make you work harder.

warnings : no kooks/pogues. toxic unbalanced school system. hierarchy. threat. academic pressure/failure. suggestive content but no smut. dark academia aesthetic and classic rules/education. teacher's pet nickname. mentions and threatening of murders. intimidation. slight mention of stalking. be aware of the warnings before reading.

author's note : i will add later, im too lazy.

“ God, you're such a loser, Rafe. ” You muttered under your breath, as you gave him his exam results. “ I would sincerely love to praise you but it's not like you can do anything better. ”

“ F ? You underestimate me ” He replied with a noisy chuckle. “ I can do far worse. ”

“ You like being the last student ? ”

“ I'm fine with your smart ass being above me. ”

The Kildare Academy has always been a prestigious school, well known for having the best students over the island. They had strict rules, and favored a classical and elitist education system, a return to the old one to make this generation full of young prodigies. And you were one of the brightest students in the academy, outshining your classmates and earning a position above the rest. You proudly held the title of leader.

In this establishment, the leaders are considered the dominant ones, those who govern, this means your classmates had no choice but to follow the rules of the ‘ regime ‘ - a system enforced by you and the other two leaders.

As the status indicates, you were one of those who embodied the law, and who enforced it.

These privileges reinforced the school’s strict hierarchy, fostering both inequality and resentment.

You wore the academy uniform, a perfectly ironed white shirt with a pleated skirt that was maybe even a little too short. But you were the mistress of the rules, the head of this unfair system so no one dared to reproach you, not even the teachers who always ensured the good behavior of each of the students.

If you were among the best, it was because you worked hard. It wasn't desire that pushed you to study so much, to stay so late in the library with those endless and quiet shelves of books in the dark silence of the room and the almost discreet murmurs of your classmates, but pressure and fear. You had no right to make mistakes, no dare to be a failure . You were your parents' trophy, the child forced to shine and be perfect to be loved. Without your academic results, you felt like you were worthless to your parents, so it was for this reason, this ridiculous justification that you fought as much as the others, that you refused any level of competition by being the biggest and the best.

It was surely one of the main reasons why you hated RAFE CAMERON so much. You didn't even understand how teachers could be so kind with him when he didn't do anything in class except being an asshole or a troublemaker. He didn't care about being tagged as an academic loser, never beating the lazy ass allegations. always sleeping, making a mess or missing classes. certified cheater, not an A+ mindset, always getting the worst grades, collecting F- like rewards.

He mocked classes but especially he took down every one of your rules. you were everything he hated with your perfect grades, your impeccable know-how and your exemplary behavior. you looked so fake with your smile, and your superior girl ways.

Also, you were his favorite classmate to bully. because you were such an easy target with your exemplary attitude, perfect manners, but also your good girl behavior, always laying your hand up to answer the teacher, asking for homeworks and some insane bullshit.

“ Think you're gonna have a treat for being such a good pet ? ” he mocked you with a soft tone. he was sitting behind you, so his voice just brushed your ears.

“ Think you can be quiet for a damn minute or should i buy you a sweet muzzle to get your mouth shut ? "

He loved calling you a good girl for this sweet puppy attitude of yours, but his favorite nickname for you was teacher’s pet because you've always been so eager to please your professors. But it was always full of annoying sarcasm and dark humor. He especially made fun of your attraction to perfection and discipline.

“Keep staring at me like that and you're gonna be late for school, teacher's pet. ” He commented while you were on your way to classes.

“ Don't take your dreams for reality. I'd rather have my eyes gouged out than have to look at you. ”

"I already have a nice knife in my pocket. How about we make this happen right now since it is your dear fantasy ?”

"Get out of my way, Rafe."

He had smiled at your annoyance, knowing full well that he was blocking your path. He had cut you off with an amused laugh.

"Asked like that? I think you're going to have to be nicer than that if you want to get anything from me. Where are your manners, teacher's pet? "

You had swatted away his hand that had come to grip your chin, putting some distance between the two of you.

"There's nothing you can teach me, Rafe. You know damn well I'm better than you."

"Daddy issues so hard that you're so eager to be called a good girl by some stupid teachers? Tsk, pathetic."

"Mommy issues are so hard that you're so eager to do anything to have my precious attention. Fine, I got it. You had it. Now, can I go to class?”

“ Should fix that skirt before. Isn't it a little too short for a girl whose acting is so prudish and decent ? ” he suggested before clicking his tongue on the tip of his lower lip.

“Aren’t your cheeks too pale, Cameron? Want me to make it blush a little ? ”

“ For someone who hates me, you're very eager to touch me. How do they call it already ? ” His head leaned toward you, before answering his own question with a proud face. “ Opposites attract. But you already know it, smarty pants. That big brain of yours knows everything. ”

And you hated those stupid jokes, but especially that nonchalance. He always had his hands in the pockets of his tweed pants, and his tie completely loosened if not untied. And he didn’t even bother to button the pants of his shirt.

“ Don’t keep yourself frustrated with that look, sweetheart. You're allowed to touch me. ”

You had looked up to catch the arrogant smile on his face. It was fake and indifferent. He was playing with you as he knew so well how to do, knowing perfectly well how much he was getting on your nerves. His blue eyes were shining with a bright flame like a spark crossing his pupils .

“Why can’t you be a good student like everyone else and follow the rules?”

He laughed noisily, stepping more firmly toward you, forcing you to step back until your body had hit the wall behind you. You swore as your books fell to the ground, and when you wanted to pick them up, he had crushed his foot on your pile of books.

“That’s not a good student you want, miss teacher’s pet.”

You were about to answer but he had cut you off. “You want me to be a good dog, to be able to stay on a leash and do what you want with me. But you see... obeying others, barking when asked, nodding... that’s more of a pathetic thing for a sweet pet like you.”

Ouch, that kinda hurts. Your eyebrows had furrowed but you knew that somewhere, he was right. You may have been one of the leaders, but you were the teachers' pet for a reason. You never stood up to them. It was easier for you to pick on your classmates.

"Now." He had started sharply. "Kneel those pretty legs."

"I'm not gonna play your sick games."

"I mean, kneel to take your books back." He mocked you. "What were you thinking?"

"You're so infuriating."

"I know. That's why you're gonna have to work harder if you want me to follow your rules. ”

On another day, when you got up earlier than the others to take your shower because you wanted to be sure to be quiet since everyone was asleep, you headed to the showers reserved for girls. Since there was no one in the hallways, you could afford to walk around in your underwear, plus access was reserved for women so no boys around.

Well... that's what you thought before seeing Rafe and a few other friends' faces in front of the shower door.

When he saw you, he turned his chair back, while sitting down, his legs stretched out on each side in your direction, his arms resting on the edge of the chair. His smirk was too bright, too fake and calculated.

"You're not allowed to be here, Rafe. " You warned in a cold and threatening tone. “ And you know it. ”

“ Do you hear that guys? Teacher's pet told us we couldn't be here...”

“ I just want to shower, Rafe. Don't start a fight. ”

“ And yesterday, I just wanted to go to class but you stopped me because according to you, my uniform was badly worn so that gave you the right to refuse me in class. Some kind of your favorite bullshit, isn't it ? ”

“ Oh, so you want revenge just because you're angry? You know that makes you an even more pathetic person to me ! If you wanted to scare me or impress me, you failed. ”

“You may be a leader with the teachers but here, there is no one, which means that I can do absolutely anything I want to you... And by absolutely anything I want, I can do terrible things...” He had stood up to walk towards you.

There was nothing reassuring in his walk. His shadow was imposing in the darkness as much as his huge size. You were in a totally weak position and you swallowed hard.

“And you know, I'm not really the kind of guy who is good at doing ‘kind things' but believe me... when it comes to doing terrible things, I am much better than you.”

“Are you thinking of something in particular, Rafe?” A black man had answered in the back of the room.

“I can have you fired if you come near me.”

He chuckled before running a hand around his mouth. “You’re unbelievable. Do you really think you’re that untouchable, y/n? Do you know who I am, what family I come from? If there’s anyone untouchable here, it’s me and only me. I could kill you right now.”

You laughed, glaring at him before approaching the tall guy while using the same alarming tone. “You think I’m afraid of you, Rafe cameron? Do you really think you can kill someone? Then, do it. Show me. Don't make me wait with such useless suspens. ”

“Oh sweetheart, this isn’t fun if you want to be prey.” He cut you off with a mischievous look.

“You’re sick.”

“Shut your damn mouth. Don't forget what you're pathetically standing for right here in front of us. I think you're going to have to be a lot nicer, and especially cooperative with us if you want to come by."

"How could you have known that I was going to take my shower right away?"

"I'm disappointed. You're so busy that you don't even notice how much I'm watching you. It's crazy all the things I know about you by looking at you so closely. Starting with the things you like....like that black coffee from the coffee shop, that book that you mark with post-its of all your favorite passages, that boy that you spend your time looking at but who doesn't see you...or we can talk about the things you like to do...in your room...for a girl who claims to be clean, you're dirty, teacher's pet..."

Your jaw was tense. He was going too far. Constantly.

"You're going too far."

He shushed you quickly. “Too far? Come on, I haven't even started yet.”

“I'll report you.”

“Here's the thing, teacher's pet. You should have paid more attention to what I was saying, I've been watching you. Not for a week, but since you were elected leader. So, you can report me but I also have things against you including one thing that wouldn't be good for your reputation. It's about a test..."

And you knew what he was talking about. And you hated the fact that you knew what he was talking about. You caught on quickly and your lips started to tremble, your heart beat to a rapid pulsation, and your skin quivered slightly. It was exactly the same fear you felt when you had to tell your parents about a bad grade. It was nerve-wracking and unsettling.

“Now, I'm gonna smoke. Just a little. And you're gonna watch it and shut your mouth.”

“You're not gonna make her smoke?” Said one of his boys.

“No, I want her to be an accomplice to a school infraction…”

“ You think it's a punishment ? I'm just watching you getting closer to death. ”

But you weren't really there anymore. All you could think about was what Rafe had just told you. You didn't feel good.

You had your eyes glued to him. He had the cigarette in his mouth. He had just lit it, the smoke coming out of his face, blowing quietly around his mouth.

His blue gaze was also on you. He knew that he had beaten you at your own game and that now you wouldn't dare say anything.

You were convinced that what you had done was your secret but it was also his.

It was pure humiliation. And even if you had been able to take a shower at the end, you were unable to stay calm. It was a gratuitous provocation. In the end, all he knew how to do well in this academy.

He was strangely quiet, taking an annoying time to finish his cigarette, knowing that it would obviously get on your nerves.

Frustrated, you had decided to do something you never usually did. Research a student. Rafe. You needed evidence against him, a means of intimidation to turn the situation around. You had to stop him before his little rebellion went too far, and your status faltered. There had to be something to find on someone like him. He was not a nice guy.

After the courses, you had passed the ivy-covered stone walls into the dark corridors of the academy. You had gone to the library that you knew by heart before disappearing into the school archives. All Kildare cases within this establishment were filed inside.

There were a lot. Harassment, theft, violence and fighting, but what had struck you most was the word disappearance. The disappearance of a student.

It was curious. Because no one had ever talked about that here.

You had closed the book with a sharp snap. Just out of curiosity, you had gone to ask the students around you.

“Hey, do you know anything about this girl who disappeared?” you had asked a student.

She had barely looked at you. You didn’t know if she was avoiding you or the question. You had also asked a group of people but once again, no one had answered you. Okay, you could understand that the subject was taboo but from there to not looking you in the eye, leaving and even disappearing, it was clearly exaggerated.

And the last person you wanted to see or question about it had come towards you as you were heading towards class.

"You're not going to ask me what I know? I could help you with your little investigation."

"Oh yes, I'm sure you know something."

He had frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Oh I don't know, you really have the perfect profile of someone who could make a body disappear and act in the most normal way even with blood on your hands. But even if you were the culprit, you wouldn't tell me. It would be too easy."

"What makes you think it would please me to make a poor girl's body disappear?"

"Innocent." You had corrected dryly. "That's good to point out. You have the profile of a guy capable of making the body of an innocent girl disappear."

"What makes you say that, teacher's pet?" He laughed. But that was also hugely fake. "The fact that I threatened you earlier? Let's be serious."

"No, Rafe, it's not your threats."

"So what is it? Just because I'm not the good dog you want me to be?"

You had laughed sarcastically. "Oh but think again, Rafe. You are one of my dogs. I just need to train you properly, and soon you'll be barking my name every time you see me.”

Finally, you had a bit of an answer for him, and he liked it. “Red.”

“Red?” You repeated, puzzled as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“For the color of the leash. But also for your safeword. you know, I tend to bite really hard, teacher’s pet.”

He was so annoying. Even more so when he played along with you. You rolled your eyes. He stared at your lips for a bit, the ice fierce of his blue gaze trailing down the curve of your mouth.

“ Stop staring. ” You warned.

“ So should i kiss ? ”

“ Try it and you're gonna have a free ticket for the infirmary for the rest of the week. ”

The thrilling sound of the academy bell rang to signal that classes were about to start again.

“Your uniform.” You commented. “Put it on properly if you want to go to class. At least tie it.”

“Do it if you care that much about my presence in class.” He scoffed.

“I’ll rather strangle you with that tie.”

“Sounds more like a kink than a threat. You really want to kill me, don’t you?”

“About that...”

You approached cautiously, lifting yourself up on the tips of your loafers until you could feel his breath on your neck, before making his tie. You were so close that Rafe wanted to tear his hands off because the temptation to wrap them around your waist was growing harder. Instead, he’d let your fingers slide around his tie, your mouth so close to his that every breath you took was a caress on his. He hung on your lips, waiting for a word to come, rather than a tempting breath. It was hard.

Hard to play your game when you were too close.

“I’m sure it’s your fault. People avoid me when I talk about that girl, so someone’s pressuring them not to say anything. And you’ve always made sure to tell me how untouchable you are, Rafe Cameron.”

You finished tying the knot, moving on to the buttons of his shirt, knowing full well the effects of this proximity on him. That was why you took your time, so he could feel every touch of your fingers on his body.

"But untouchable doesn't mean unbeatable. It means you can fall, and believe me, not only would I witness your fall, I would have participated in it. You're not a king child, Rafe Cameron. And you and I both know it."

He swallowed hard, very hard.

He grabbed your hand, stopping you from doing the last button.

"Enough."

"What?" "

He leaned in, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the quiver of his breath against your earlobe. Now that he was in a position of strength against your small size, he was no longer destabilized. “Be careful because I already have an advantage over you.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“I can see you shaking.”

“That’s because you’re too close to me.”

“It’s the perfect proximity to make you the next body to disappear, teacher's pet.”

You never swallowed so hard in your life after his sentence.