#would you believe i actually pulled out a star chart for this

[papanowo]

stargazers

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU Pt 8

"I cannot believe you told my wife your date was with *Lena Luthor*," Alex whispers mid-yell, "before you told me!"

"Would it have changed your recommendation?"

At that, Kara hears Alex pause to consider.

"No," comes the final response. Then, "Did it work?"

Kara flushes-- she'd certainly gotten the reaction she'd been looking for. She just isn't sure she wants her sister to know that they hadn't fully resolved that desire.

"Well enough," Kara returns, settling on an incomplete truth. She'd explain the rest later... eventually.

A muttered curse issues over the line. "Jesus. How did this even happen? Wait-- what happens now? Esme said her next show is in, like... 16 hours, in Denver."

Kara smiles into the phone. "We stay in touch."

She's already received a picture via text, showing Lena with a tongue-out wink and a playful peace sign. Another photo had revealed a sticky bun, with a note that Lena had gotten Jess to swing by Noonan's on the way to the airport.

Though the sight of the sticky bun had made her hungry, the selfie made her pause to absorb the image. From the relaxed tousle of Lena's wavy hair, to the ray-bans hooked on the collar of her shirt, and the luxury of the private plane lurking around the edges.... she wonders if Lena realizes just how far she's letting Kara in, allowing her to see Lena in so personal a setting.

Kara's response had been simple. "Fly safe."

It had earned her a floating heart emoji and a promise to touch base upon landing.

"That's it?" Alex asks, pulling Kara back to the present.

Kara huffs a laugh. "What did you expect? She wasn't going to cancel half a national tour for personal time with someone she only met two days ago."

"Well why not? You're worth it."

"You're only saying that because you're my sister," Kara counters. "Besides, I don't want that for her."

Seeing Lena on stage had proven it's something the woman enjoyed. She thrived on the experience of it, and so did the thousands of fans who came to see her.

Which is why, a few hours after Lena's first Denver show would have concluded, Kara is surprised to receive a call from Lena. They'd facetimed when she'd landed, so the lack of video is her first clue that something isn't right.

"Hey," Kara greets, pressing the phone to her ear as she wipes sleep from her eyes. She'd meant to stay awake to check in herself, but not even a book had been able to keep her from dozing off.

"Hey."

Lena's voice is somber. It's such a difference that a wave of concern wakes Kara the rest of the way.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

There's a short pause before Lena responds. "Nothing."

"How was the show?"

"Fine. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be calling so late. I just... I wanted to hear your voice." Lena pauses again. "Is that weird?"

"No." Kara listens closely to the quiet that follows, as though it might give her some insight into what was happening on the other end of the line. "Lena..."

"Could you... talk to me?"

"About what?"

"Anything. Just... so I can listen."

Kara's brow furrows. She fights the impulse to dig deeper, to push to find the why. She doesn't need to know. Lena has asked for what she needs-- and it's something Kara is able and willing to give.

"Did I ever tell you that I didn't always live in National City?"

Lena hums a negative, prompting Kara to continue.

"I'm actually from a town up the coast. Midvale. I miss it sometimes. The stars mostly. In high school, I had friend named Kenny, and we would take his telescope to the old barn, and we would chart the skies together..."

Kara goes on, relating many and more of the troubles she and Kenny had gotten up to in those days. She was careful to steer clear of his murder, and the bullying they'd both experienced. Lena needed distraction, not more heartache.

As she speaks, Lena hums occasionally, sometimes even giving a chuckle. When the sounds of her following along peters out, Kara pauses to listen if Lena notices the stop. When no reaction comes, Kara smiles to herself.

"Lena?" she asks softly. "Still there?"

No answer comes, but when Kara increases the volume on her phone, she can hear the steady inhale and exhale of sleep. Kara listens for a few heartbeats more.

"Sweet dreams, Lena."

[percyjavksongf]

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬.•✵

➤𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤! 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟓𝟔𝟐

➤𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 )𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲), 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨.

“𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠:

𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐘𝐨𝐮.“

𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜

You’d learnt many things since you first set foot in camp all those years ago

The Gods were real being a large one, that took you a little convincing to actually believe. You were first sat down by Groover who attempted to the best of his abilities to tell you yes they were real and no I swear we’re not just some crazy cult. It wasn’t until you finally left the infirmary and wandered around Camp Half Blood that you actually accepted it, this was your life now, child to a God. It sounded so bizarre at first, hey did you know I’m the kid of a God?, yeah totally sane sounding.

You were glad you weren’t the only person at Camp to find this all wild, you had been introduced to Percy Jackson by Groover, who figured you two were in the same boat and could lean on each other for support accepting all this. At first it was awkward, you two barely speaking a word until you offered him a piece of your crushed up candy still in your pocket from your journey here. Your friendship grew from there, both surprised to find out you grew up only a couple blocks away from each other. As you grew so did your relationship, you spent years dancing on the line of friends or lovers, both too nervous to make the first move.

You’ll never forget that day, the battle of Manhattan. It was a day you always avoided thinking about, but it creeped into your dreams and left you sitting up in bed, trying to breath in your surroundings. You weren’t there, you were safe in Camp Half-Blood

but Silena wasn’t.

You’d usually end up in tears after having yet another nightmare about her death, you had been there when she died, watching helplessly as the colour slowly drained from her face, her hand which was snugly wrapped in yours becoming cold. Clarisse had been the one to drag you from Silena’s body, shoving you to stand and telling you to get your act together, but you knew from the tears that begged to be released from her waterline that she was just trying to help, you were in a vulnerable position being there alone. Percy had found you later after Kronos had been defeated, he had turned down the offer of becoming a God. You hadn’t noticed his presence until he dropped himself down on the sidewalk next to you, wrapping an arm around your motionless frame and pulling you into his body, the only sound between the two of you being his sobs.

Guilt was a very common emotion for Demi-gods to feel.

You could spend days picking at every little action you took, every decision that ultimately resulted in the death of a friend, a sibling, someones lover. You hadn’t let yourself mourn Silena’s death for a couple of weeks, managing to convince yourself that she was just locked up in her cabin, planning the chore chart for her siblings, she always took so much pride in her work. Silena was the third person you met at camp, you two got along like a house on fire, whenever you weren’t with Percy it was guaranteed you were wandering around camp with her, laughing at some stupid joke Travis Stoll had told you earlier or listening to her gush over Charles Beckendorf.

It wasn’t until you had wondered over the strawberry fields one evening after the campfire, you had laid down and stared up at the breathtaking arrangement of stars above you, you remembered pointing out your favourites with Silena a couple of months back.

It had hit you suddenly, realising you laid on the cold earth alone and your friend would never reach a hand out to direct your line of vision to where a particularly bright star laid. Your sobs come on suddenly, ripping from your throat as you tried to breath in as much air as you could. You not sure how long you laid there until you felt someone guide you to sit up, unaware of how little air you were actually letting into your lungs, leaving you with a harsh coughing fit. The hand rubbed against your back in large circles, eventually leading your head to rest against their chest and running their fingers through your now dirt covered hair.

You stayed there for awhile tucked in this person’s lap until your sobs became quiet sniffles, you didn’t mind the position, already having a feeling who your consoler was. You lifted your head to get a look at him, his fingers still played with the ends of your hair, his eyes staring off somewhere in the distance. As if sensing your gaze, Percy’s eyes landed on you, from the frown on his face you knew you must’ve looked a state.

“I’m sorry, Percy” you had managed to get out, your throat dry from being quiet for so long. Percy shook his head quickly and gently squeezed your side where his other hand held you.

“don’t apologise” he spoke gently, moving his hand from your hair to brush off a few stray tears from your cheek. You moved your head down again to press into his tense shoulder, his own head moving to rest on top of yours.

“Percy..” you whispered, but what were you supposed to say? You hadn’t spoke to anyone about Silena since returning from the battle, it never felt like you knew the right words to explain how you felt.

“It’s alright, I know.” he had spoken into your hair, pressing a light kiss to it before turning to look back at camp once more.

After that night it had become routine to end up most evenings in Percy’s arms, or sprawled across his bed as he sat with his back against the tiled wall, somehow managing to find a slightly damaged pack of Uno cards. Those little moments brought back the first genuine smile you had in months. Sometimes your positions would change, Percy held a lot of guilt himself over the losses in Manhattan, you knew as soon as you snuck into his cabin after curfew whether it had been a good day or not, your arms opening instantly to let him in.

It got easier as the years went by, you both still had your moments, a sudden dream that brought you back to the events of that day. Which usually ended up in you knocking on Percy’s cabin door at three in the morning, to which he always brought you in and wrapped you up in his arms.

Which is were you laid now, Percy’s head tucked into your shoulder and his arms and legs through messily over your body, you stared up at the ceiling of his cabin and played with the curls in his hair absent-mindedly. Another dream had left you awake before the sun, but you hadn’t cried which was a first for you, and probably why Percy remained asleep. In your dream you had seen Silena, forever seventeen and doing her regular cabin check ups, scolding those who rooms weren’t up to standard. Your dream has changed to you staring down at her lifeless eyes, her hand slowly limping out of your grasp. You had woken shortly after, feeling yourself grip Percy’s camp shirt tighter, you must’ve both fallen asleep soon after wandering back from the campfire. You smiled, remembering how delighted you had felt watching the Apollo kids put on an amazing performance for the newer campers, landing a small grin on there faces. You turned to look over at Percy, gasping loudly when you found him already watching you, earning a small chuckle from him

“you creep” you whispered, teasingly pushing his face away from you.

“legit get out of my bed” he replied instantly, making a laugh bubbling from you which was quickly captured by Percy’s lips. You relaxed in his touch as he shuffled to lean over you, pressing you into the mattress slightly before ultimately dropping his weight on top of you, burrowing his face back into your shoulder

“Percy” you whined in protest, attempting to shove the man off of you unsuccessfully.

He hummed into the pillow, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you from under him. Once he was satisfied with your position, being tucked into his side between him and the wall, his blanket engulfing you which you let happen delightfully.

Being a demi-god was hard, it left you with lots of emotional and physical scars that might never fully heal, but it gifted you so many beautiful things too. The nightmares were a given and would never completely go away, but when you remembered that you had a camp full of people who understood and held no judgement, it made it all a bit easier. Percy’s arm hung over your chest protectively, even if you hadn’t mentioned the dream he already knew. You think back to that night with him in the strawberry field, it gets better, you think. Pressing one last kiss to Percy’s cheek you let yourself be taken once again into the world of sleep, this time having no nightmares to awaken you. You’d learnt a lot of things since joining camp all those years ago, but one lesson you had only come to believe recently,

It does gets better.

a/n: ok I legit just pulled this out of my ass lol, not sure how good this is as it only took me an hour and i haven't proof read. anyways its a sad fic which i usually steer away from but yk we're trying somthing new.

much love always 💕💕

[itgirlgyu]

WHAT'S YOUR BIRTH TIME?

txt!ot5. ︵you ask them for their birth time.

장르 : fluffy / humor. gen!r. w☆rnings: basically the entire thing. wordc𝐨unt—1338..

YEONJUN.

his eyes glaze over like the pupils of a crow in front of the shiniest object the bird has ever laid its beady little eyes on—the brightness of it almost blinding you.

it would be an understatement to say that he was cooperative with you, considering how he fast he fished his phone out of his pocket and immediately dialled up his mother's number in front of you and parroting the question you had asked of him to his mother, following a few minutes of intense listening as you tried to figure out the time by the expression on his pretty face.

“6 pm? you guessed hopefully, only to welcome a vehement shaking of his head.

yeonjun corrected your assumption.

“oh and apparently the doctor who delivered me was beaten to a pulp because his infidelity was caught by his wife and his boyfriend right outside the operation theatre.” he added nonchalantly, as though that would somehow align the stars a bit differently affecting his chart.

the entire evening you two spend looking over his chart to the best of your abilities—he was a bit too much into it if you were being honest—and having a great time with the love of your life—not for long though. after the course of your relationship had run its course, you find out that he was dating an actual astrologer now.

SOOBIN.

“my birth time? what are you going to do with it?”

the look beneath his glasses is innocent, unalarmed—until it is not. suddenly as though the realisation had finally finished processing and made a ding! noise notifying him that he was being asked about his personal information; one which he wasn't even aware of.

“just,” you drawl, wary of his judgement that would follow the real reason behind it, “can't a person be curious?”

“of someone's personal information?”

he is right of course, but you'd be damned if you let that stop you.

“i just wanted to check your chart.” you chose honesty. perhaps it was soobin's good nature or the fact he is a sagittarius sun, but the figurative ominous lighting casting upon the two of you had begun to wane gradually and finally you could see the light behind his dimpled cheeks.

“oh you should have said so!” soobin giggled, sipping on his iced americano,” i don’ know that silly.”

you can't tell if he's lying to you or he really doesn't know.

“wait I think my mother said the sun was casting a rose gold glow when she was crowning, does that help?”

BEOMGYU.

you want to check whether we're soulmates or what?”

“whaaaaaaa—” you interrupt yourself by pressing the now damp tissue on your face trying to make it seem as though you're only gently dabbing away the bit of precipitation on your face that appears like dew on the grass blades during the effervescent winter morning whilst in reality it was more like swiping away a tsunami that your pores had decided to spit out at the thought being found out about your real intentions.

you really were trying to figure out whether he was compatible with you or not.

to be honest, this was the last attempt to give this relationship a chance. the few weeks you had begun to hang out with beomgyu with the intention of dating, he had been doing everything possible to confuse the hell out of you. at one point you wanted nothing to do with him, perhaps even change your phone number and cut off the friend that tried to set you two up whilst the other times you wanted nothing more than to be with the man—driving you to believe in superstitions such as this.

“nope!” you lied, swiping away the astrology website you had pulled up on your phone underneath the table without appearing suspicious.

“okay ill tell you,” he leaned into the table, showing off the dimple on his cheek trying to tempt you, “the time when i just popped out apparently a lightning has struck that hospital, but especially the theatre where I was being birthed in, hitting the digital clock on the wheel forever making it stuck to the time when i was born.”

the moment he finished narrating his story a distant rumble could be heard as dark clouds begun to swoop on above the two in the outdoor cafe, a nun’s veil was trampled on by a fumbling toddler causing her to fall whilst a kid was incessantly wailing on the table to the right of you two.

“it was 4:44 am.”

at least you both turned out to be 65% compatible.

TAEHYUN.

“you believe in that?”

rather than a judgmental tinge in his tone as you had expected, it was the concern that surprised you. gleaming round eyes brimming with apprehension in a way that suggested he was ready to escort you to a mental hospital in a wheelchair depending on your answer.

“It's not more so about believing totally, “ you tried to play it off cool but his arresting gaze was making it a tad bit hard to do a roundabout with your intentions, “ it's more about fun and some things are sometimes accurate based on your belief, and the methods of checking charts.”

“so would you tell me now?” you pressed on. the cat was out of the bag anyway, he either way had started to question your sanity and you might as well be judged with his birth time in your hand than without.

“fine ill give it to you, but you have to show me how accurate it is when it is mostly proven to be pseudo science. “

and so you did, pulling up his vedic chart you two spent the night away traumatising him with certain specific things about him from mole on the special place to the destination it would lead him to from your limited knowing about interpreting the chart but the reception wasn't as bad. taehyun hadn't turned and given you the look that assured you that the relationship was over yet.

but you could have never expected what was about to come: a few months after the relationship had ended naturally, you could never even imagine you'd see him on a twitter live debate with a famous astrologer about how much truth there is in chart reading and how much is it just basic behavioural tendencies.

HUENING KAI.

he blinks once; and then twice with his polite smile glued to his lips as he processes the question you had just asked him. it was the first time someone had inquired about such a mundane yet invasive question about his life; asking if he had all of his 32 teeth intact was a more common topic in his books than someone asking for his birth time, which he in fact was not aware of.

“i don't know, “ he chuckled awkwardly, hoping you'd let go of the topic naturally.

“can't you ask your mother?”

kai was not ready for you to bring up his mother so soon into the conversation—considering it was just your first date with him. although a side of him did enjoy how passionate you were about your belief and whether that related to the percentage of seriousness she was looking forward to with him. it almost made his heart skip a beat.

kai excused himself to the washroom to satiate his frenzied heart and finally asked google what it meant when a person really badly wanted to know your birth time. the array of results that turned up had kai sitting on the seat of his toilet in shock and scrolling for minutes—just long enough to kill any suspicions of him causing stomach issues. frankly what turned up had kai rattled to the core.

he had only one conclusion to this whole fiasco: to run the fuck away.

although he paid the bill before he slipped away from the front gate after he realised he was a bit too big to slip away from the washroom window.

﹙ 𓇼⃝ ∗ ﹚this is a manifestation post like pls drop your birth time like kai did.

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[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 21 -> CH 22

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Jack woke up the next day feeling lighter. He felt like the group session really helped him get some of the toxic thoughts out of his brain and all he had on his mind today was asking Y/n out on a proper date.

"Today's the day Ace. Eat up buddy because I'm going to have to drop you at home before I head out." Ace wasn't paying any attention to Jack as he was scarfing down his food. Jack made sure to clean the house up in the event Y/n actually took him up on the offer of a date. He showered and even put on cologne. He felt like he was a complete newbie, as if he never tried to go out of his way to impress anyone before. It had been a long time since he's had remotely romantic feelings for anyone who wasn't Cleo so he wasn't sure what he was doing.

He dropped Ace off at the house before stopping off and grabbing a few things with some helpful suggestions by her mom. When he walked into the clinic, there was a short older woman sitting at the desk with a huge smile.

"Hi sweetheart! Who might you be looking for?" Her nametag read Joy.

"Hi Joy, I'm looking for Y/n. I believe she's a nurse here." Joy smiled at Jack, face lighting up as she looked him up and down.

"You must be Jack Thurlow, the cute neighbor!" Once she spoke, two other women behind the desk paused.

"This is THE Jack?"

"Oh he's so much cuter than she described."

Jack couldn't help but laugh.

"I hope all the things she's told you are good things because I kind of want to ask her on a date and I'm kind nervous she'll say no." Jack explained as the three started making noises of disbelief.

"I'll fire her if she says no! She's been swooning about you forever now and we've been pushing her to ask you out since you seemed a bit...slow on the punch." Joy rolled her eyes playfully and Jack nodded.

"I've been a bit out of it lately and busy with my house renovating but I have the time to completely dedicate my attention to just her." Jack explained but before the gaggle of ladies could say more, Y/n appear from the hallway with a chart in her hand. She froze.

"Jack?" She said his name like she was scared something had happened but Joy stood up.

"Shame on you for not telling us how pretty this man is!" Joy scolded Y/n and she blushed.

"Look Y/n, he brought you flowers. You know yellow roses are a friendship flower right?" One of the other nurses spoke up.

"Yeah but she expressed they were her favorite." Jack explained earning a smile from Y/n.

"I also brought you coffee." He added holding it up. The women made noises of awe and Y/n sighed.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's get back to work ladies. I can take it from here." Y/n shooed the ladies away and Joy sat with her chin resting on her hand.

"Oh honey I work right here." She smirked as Y/n walked around the desk and pulled Jack by his elbow towards the empty waiting room.

"Sorry, I would have texted you but I wanted to surprise you." Jack held out the coffee and Y/n took it.

"I usually don't like surprises but this is a really nice one. I like this one." She sipped the coffee and closed her eyes with a sign of enjoyment. Jack had kept the receipt from when Y/n had brought him coffee just to memorize what she liked for breakfast. He thought it would be a useful thing to know if she ever stayed the night but this worked too.

"I dropped Ace at the house and your mom's day nurse said you were here covering someone's shift so I figured I would bring you a mid-day pick me up." Jack held out the flowers to her.

"These aren't from mom's garden...she'll be devastated." Y/n joked.

"Yeah well I figured having her cut me some flowers first thing in the morning wouldn't show much effort on my part." Jack laughed.

"You came all this way to brighten my day just because I let Ace stay the night?" She smirked and Jack shook his head.

"Actually, I came all this way to see if maybe you would consider having dinner with me tonight? Your mom's nurse already said she didn't mind working a double." Y/n couldn't help the grin on her face. He had gone through a lot of trouble just to ask her to dinner.

"I work until 10:00 tonight-" Joy cleared her throat catching their attention.

"I'm sure we can get you out of here by 9:15...9:30 at the latest." Joy mouthed a solid DO IT! to Y/n and Jack chuckled.

"You don't have to agree to it but you told me to wait until my head was clear and I woke up today feeling like a new person. I felt lighter and excited for the future. I also couldn't stop thinking about you." Jack stepped in closer to Y/n trying to have a somewhat private exchange with Y/n while the others watched on.

"No pressure-"

"I would love to." She smiled at him taking the flowers and holding them to her chest.

"Really? Great." Jack shoved his hands in his pockets not wanting to seem fidgety with excitement.

"I'm going to stop home and shower after work but I'll text you once I'm walking over." Y/n she put her free hand on his chest and Jack nodded in understanding.

"It's a date." He said patting her hand as it slid down his chest. He made sure to stop off at the desk before leaving.

"Joy, you're a sweetheart and my new favorite person. Never change." He grinned making Y/n laugh as he walked away. The women immediately began to bombard Y/n about Jack the moment he was out of ear shot but she wasn't paying attention to them. She was enjoying the coffee and roses that he had brought her that seemed to make her heart beat faster.

[mercurytrinemoon]

A MAGNET-LIKE RELATIONSHIP: TAYLOR SWIFT AND TRAVIS KELCE SYNASTRY ANALYSIS

Taylor Swift surprised the pop culture world once again with a new relationship, this time during a Venus retrograde as opposed to Mercury retrograde. So let's look at the requested synastry post on the pop star and her new boo, the NFL player, Travis Kelce.

I've already talked about Taylor's chart in relation to love and relationships in THIS POST if you want to check it out. When it comes to Travis, unfortunately we don't have his birth time (I know, I know) but we can at least look at aspects. He was born just 2 months before Taylor so all the generational aspects will be the same and they both share the infamous Cancer Jupiter-Capricorn Saturn opposition. Jupiter and Saturn going against each other can bring issues with faith and with feeling the sense of purpose in life, a demanding character, legal issues and having the mindset of "no pain no gain" that can lead to overworking oneself. It is a very clashy aspect to have in a natal chart and I'm wondering if it's good that they share it or actually VERY bad for them long-term because it just gets enhanced. If we strip away the lovey-dovey, some might say "shallow" personal planet synastry aspects and the Jupiter-Saturn eventually comes to the surface, this may show as disagreements in political views, worlview in general, conflicting schedules, priorities etc. On top of that, natally he has it t-squared by Sun and Mars, both in a bad shape dignity-vise. I don't know how this would relate to his love life, I guess depends on which houses these planets rule/occupy, but this can indicate that he may be someone who sometimes has to be lead by the hand (like I always see headlines that include his monther and brother in the narrative, that could be it). Or someone who switches between "I'm gonna do what is expected of me" when he's feeling virtuous and "I'm gonna go against everyone" when he's having a hissy fit. Potentially because he doesn't have a strong identity that he believes in (depends on his rising sign).

Makes sense then that he's a literal sports team player - people like him often have to work in a group where they collectively make a cohesive entity. Now a Libra can also be a great team player in a romantic relationship. He has a lovely Mercury-Venus sextile, which probably makes him very affectionate and open with his feelings, he proabably just likes the topic of love and relationships in general. Now without the exact time of birth, I don't know if his Moon is closer to squaring Mercury or sextling his Sun and Mars… Either way a heavily aspected Moon would talk about someone with strongly developed emotional side, potentially someone who can be pretty amorous and touchy. And someone with a strong sense of routine.

Okay but their synastry... Good? Bad? In between?

The first thing that pops out is his Scorpio Venus being right on top of her Scorpio rising (speculative but I'd say 95% probable) AND Scorpio Mars. Both love planets coming together in a 1° conjunction? Oooooffff! Hot. Steamy. Spicy. As well as them sharing luminaries in Sagittarius: him with his Moon and her with her Sun. Very nice, yin and yang coming together, that's a classic synastry aspect that is the base of sympathy and friendship. Both of these aspects are very alluring to one another, they're like two magnets that are pulled towards each other. With his Venus being on her ascendant as well, it's no surprise they're so showy with their affections, they also probably find each other very attractive. Both of these aspects are extremely bonding. And full of rushed actions, rapidly developed feelings and a good amount of sexual tension - this is far from being "slow and steady, let's see where this goes", it's more so "I'm yours. NOW". But also, with the support of other aspects, very harmonious emotionally and caring - Moon will cheer on the Sun and vice versa, especially in a fun and optimistic Sagittarius - this is literally becoming the cheerleader archetype that I always associate with Sagi and Jupiter. Plus, heart eyes big time.

These conjunctions are really what keeps this going as honestly there's not much besides that. Their Mercuries are in a sign-based trine, which is nice, they probably talk A LOT. Their Suns are in a sign-based sextile, on the most basic campatibility level that is very good. Her natally unaspected Aquarius Venus remains kind of unaspected, but what saves the situation is the sign-based trine to his Libra planets that fit the airy energy - a trine like this should be helpful on a more social level and the way they present themselves together to the world. We get a somewhat of a double whammy with his Mars trining her Venus within 9° orb so they have Venus-Mars aspect both ways. It should be good for the romanticism, attraction and intimate life.

The potential problem can lay in her having the upper hand here - with her Sun and his Moon, she's the one with the masculine energy. Same with her powerful domicile Mars being on top of his Venus. I guess it depends on his disposition and it may connect with his ego and drive - the energetic Sun and Mars - having low dignity in Libra. Like, is he really the type of person who can take the back seat and be lead by the other person or will he eventually start to crave some control and power, which he surely will not get standing next to 2023's Person of the Year. Or will he make up for it with his manly alpha look? (Which, interestingly, this is the first time Taylor dates someone like that, am I right? I recall her always dating soft boys lol).

But they also have another double whammy: Sun square Mercury both ways. This is v interesting. This usually shows up as differences in opinions and beliefs (which we talked about earlier) and issues around communication, schedules and everyday matters. As well as critiquing each other's opinions and routines. "That does not sit well with me and/or my worldview" is how a Mercury square Sun would talk. I feel like IF this relationship ends, it can go sour due to misunderstandings and clashing opinions.

Even visually, it's no doubt that their synastry looks wild. I guess it's the nature of both of their natal charts, which are not easy. Having natal oppositions of slower-moving planets, underlining that opposition through synastry and then coming with (seemingly) compatible Libra placements that t-square all of that. It is a tough slow burn.

I'm looking for a right word for this synastry. It's definitely not a fun, lighthearted and cheery one like the one she had with Matty. That one had a lot of Sun-Venus-Jupiter activity, which is very bright and positive. This one is very saturnian and martian. So it's kind of heavy. Bonding and fast-moving but heavy.

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[celabi]

hi i miss u sm i come here everyday

okay but like when you said scummy heizou.. i got all excited CAUSE IM CURRENTLY HYPERFIXATED ON HIM RN YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HES SO PRETTY

anyway, i think rather than being a loser i think he would be someone respected by others, since yk detective stuff, but some people find him creepy BECAUSE he knows a lot. despite being popular af and maybe in student council i think he would actually try to hide his scumminess?? for self image but deep. deep down inside he loves you almost as much as scummy scara would (not AS much no one can replace our lil princess). like he knows so much about you, maybe even everything. hes sneaky too so that gives an advantage. i think he would be able to do those yandere sim rival eliminations too (matchmake, maybe even manipulate someone too) and instead of being like the og babygirl we all want to see oiled up during the "arguing to let a teacher sit with you" i believe that he HAS such a good reputation to the point he can choose the seating charts. and ohoho what do you know? your friends are on the other side of the room to "prevent you from getting distracted" but hey, at least that gacha life fallen angel sits next to you, maybe its a little embarrassing cause YOU? sit next to HIM? dont be silly. fuck it happened. and maybe if you're failing he WILL do everything to be your tutor, just to sneak a few (a lot) of pictures of you on his phone, spend time together and see what you like! <3 (not that it matters. he already knows, hes a detective he knows all your dirty secrets)

MAYBEE out of character cause its early in the morning and my head is NOT RIGHT feel free to change ANYTHING you want cause im not satisfied. anyway sorry this was long and i had to bother you with this 😭

- WITH SPECIAL LOVE TO MY FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGGER (and cuddling under the stars partner), 🎐 anon

YES BC I WROTE THAT HES IN THE STUDENT COUNCIL WHAT 😳😳😳 liek like liek he abuses his power of a high rank and gets to do stuff like other students can’t, like pull you out off class when he feels like it, or study with you in a private area instead of the crowded library.

But just cause he’s respected, doesn’t mean he’s not scummy. Heizou is always resting his hand on the lower of your back and trailing it down until either it finally lands on your behind, or you pull away before he he has the chance to grope you. He’s so kind and gives you cold bottles of water, but spits it in, so every time you take a sip, your basically kissing tbh. He’s putting what he thinks are love letters in your locker, but they’re actually kind of disturbing from the way he tells you things that he probably shouldn’t know, like “I love how kind you are to your dog, it’s just so adorable.” Or “I see the way people are your job are quite rude to you, maybe you should quit.” It’s just kinda creepy, but he thinks he’s doing a good job.

He’s not shy like scummy scara, instead he’s more proud, and popular. People don’t shove his shoulders when he walks past, but high five, and greet him. He teases you to get a reaction, and I guarantee that whatever reaction you do give him, it’s gonna give him a boner. You look flustered after he complimented your body? Oh you just look so cute that he couldn’t help it. You look annoyed? He likes the way your eyes narrow at him, and couldn’t help it. You look mad, and walk away? Holy fuck that was so hot, and if you yelled at him, he probably would have cum a little tbh.

I really don’t know when I’ll post the proper thing I wrote, but hopefully soon. It’s gonna be long though, like 3k words and I’ve only finished heizou and slightly started xiao and Gorous 🫡

[theshippirate22]

maybe it’s because i’m a broke college student with crippling depression but i love the idea of Aziraphale meeting this broke college student who came into the shop to see if he had a cheaper version of the textbook they needed and like instantly just fell in love with them in the same sense that you realize a puppy is a part of your family or that a piece of art would not make your house home unless it’s there. So he miracles them the textbook and loans it to them free of charge and they don’t really know what to do with that so they keep insisting that there has to be something they can do in return and Aziraphale randomly comes up with some task for them to do.

but actually shocker! they end up needing a whole bunch more books throughout the year and they always go to check Aziraphale’s shop first. He’s always thrilled to see them and the same sort of exchange occurs where they request a book, he miracles it into the back room and then they perform some menial task to “pay” for it, like changing lightbulbs or dusting shelves or even once helping assemble a new shelf that had come in the mail and Aziraphale had no idea how to go about hanging it on the wall but a drill and a youtube video later it’s ready to go.

this goes on for a long time, this little charade, and “Good morning, Mr. Fell,” becomes “Hello, Aziraphale,” becomes “Azi! Are you here?” and “I’m looking for-“ becomes “Do you know anything about-“ becomes “I’ve brought coffee-“

Slowly, Aziraphale catches on that this kid has a bad relationship with their parents and a worse relationship with themselves and it’s a whole load of nonsense to reassure them frantically that they’re always welcome in the shop and really, it’s no trouble at all, and you needn’t come and “make yourself useful. sit right there, i’ll bring you some tea.”

Until eventually they’re stopping in three or four times a week to look at whatever Aziraphale’s gotten his hands on that he’s particularly excited about or to have a cuppa or to taste whatever Aziraphale’s been baking (he’s gotten loads better, they must admit) or just to be away from school/dormitory/home for a while

sometimes, Azi’s… partner�� is there, usually flung about whining about something or other and drinking, and at first they believed him to be standoffish but realized quickly that it was all just a bit of a farce to get Azi to take care of him. He’s awfully good at fretting, they would know.

Crowley even helps with maths homework sometimes, when they’ve got their head face down on the desk over Calculus, and he’s quite good at it really, knows lots of things about numbers and measurements. sometimes, he says he has to know, how else could he build galaxies and nebulas the way he did? They think this is one of his dramatic bits; he’s got a few of those, but sometimes when it gets dark out, he’ll pull out a star chart and show them all the little pieces of a section, and he’ll tell them what the stars looked like when they’d first been born, describing such lurid color and beauty that sometimes… they wonder if he really does know something…

That bookshop becomes the quietest, softest, homiest place in the country and really they’re there more often now than home and seeing Azi and Crowley more often than their own father and mother and really, maybe there is no point to wanting to kill yourself because Crowley will go on his little bit about the farm and Azi will roll his eyes but assure them that actually, he’s right, hard things are ineffable but life is worth living and there’s something so sacred about falling asleep hunched over Psychology textbooks in the dim light and knowing that Azi will carry you into bed like a child (he’s says theyre a tiny little thing; even if it’s not true) and the lights will all get hazy and Crowley will put on records if gets the chance- usually something slow and low unless Azi can get Saint-Saens on first- and it’s the feeling of being loved again, with the laughter and whispers from the other room and yes, you know what? They’ll be properly good on the farm, bad days are ineffable, but life is worth living

[ozcarr]

You ever get really bored and just make up a little group of campy sci-fi guys for funzies?

Anyway, give it up for the crew of Star Cruiser 99. I made up extensive lore for them between work calls, under the cut.

When the entire captain’s annex mysteriously broke off vacation liner Star Cruiser 99, several randomly assigned emergency away teams were sent out do a perimeter of the area, one of which was headed by security officer Gillian Vega. Vega’s team strays a little too far from the 99’s charted path while exploring separated annex debris and ends up encountering some sort of space anomaly or wormhole because it’s a genre staple! They lose contact and tracking on their mothership, but find evidence of an escape pod launch from captains annex and are lead to believe the captain may be close, so they decide to continue their recovery mission — but now they’re stuck in uncharted space, the trail is running cold, and they have no way home.

Vega is smart and good at her job… but just transferred from a very human-majority quadrant of the galaxy and is still experiencing an adjustment period. She dreams of captaining her own explatory space vessel one day and thinks being the leader of the away team that recovers the captain of the 99 would fast-track her career. But as the days turn into weeks, she finds herself really growing into her small-crew-acting-captian position. And she starts to sort of hope that they don't find the captain. Which makes her feel really guilty. Which distracts her from the rest of the crew’s weird dynamics. It's a whole thing.

Nobody really gets Thomas from the security team and that's okay! He doesnt mind really. He's telepathic so he can read everyone's thoughts (excluding Killgore), but he doesn't usually comment on other people's internal monologs. Really good listener. He knows something is going on between Phoebe and Kurzweil but there’s inconsistencies in their memories and Thomas can’t really get a read what their relationship is.

Phoebe V ("V" is pronounced "Five") is an engineer and was really popular on the 99 before The Incident. She's always fiending for gossip, an has been trying to get closer to Thomas (everyone assumes it’s because she assumes he has dirt on everyone, but is it about something else?) Now that she's been stuck in close proximity with the same 4 people for weeks... she's going a little stir-crazy and everyone can tell.

Doctor Killgore is almost cartoonishly evil and nobody except Vega seems to picking up on it. He's always saying bond villain type shit, and Vega's always like "guys I think Killgore might actually be dangerous." And everyone else just brushes it off like "he's obviously joking about killing us! What, you don't think he's capable of humor or something? Wow Vega, examine your biases..."

Killgore doesn't talk about his life before the 99 which leaves Vega with a lot of questions, namely "w...why is he called that", "why would a medical droid look like that", and "who's vitals are being displayed on that heart monitor?"

Kurzweil works in passenger services and was hired at a Starbase recruitment fair 2 weeks before The Incident. He only volunteered for the away mission in hopes it would earn him some respect among his peers. Even before the mission, he was prone to accidents and he keeps putting himself in dangerous situations which almost always end in head trauma — much to Killgore's thinly-veiled delight.

His species must be extremely resilient because he's always able to walk it off after an hour of downtime in the shuttle's back medical room (albeit with some memory loss). His accidents are seemingly random but now Vega is starting to notice patterns and is beginning to think something nefarious is afoot, whether Kurzweil knows it or not.

I don’t want to fully elaborate what’s going on because… I’m starting to think this would make a fun little mystery visual novel. But I don’t currently have the skills or patience to pull that off. So I’ll just throw this on the back burner to simmer while I decide if perusing it’s worth the effort haha.

[alyjojo]

December 2024 🫶 for Cancer

Preshuffle: A King of Pentacles is unbothered with issues surrounding the home or relationship, they’ve “got this”, and I’m hearing it’s okay to calm down. Whenever you get 🤯, this feels like advice.

Meditation: Weirdest one in awhile 💯 You were prancing about in the yard of a house, there was an in-ground pool, it felt like summer, you had on a big floppy hat and sunglasses. Or not you, idk, it was a blonde woman. She had kind of a pretentious, “new money” way about her, and evvvverything around her was solar paneled, that’s the weirdness. She was bragging about this and selling everyone else on it too. I mean everything, the house, areas all over the ground, there was a whole garden area and decorations, the pool was surrounded, I’m not sure what these all were for exactly but they were everywhere. I’m lost to the meaning of this. Cost effective? Soaking up the sun? Electricity issues? Bad connections/wires or something idk, you’d know. Maybe you really really like solar panels ☀️ She was made of money, maybe that’s a suggestion for a Cancer out there, your electric bill is killing you?

General: 2 Swords ⚔️

Love: The Star rev

Work: Wheel of Fortune rev

Someone could be losing a job, and money issues would be describing the 🤯 energy from you…not sure if it’s you or someone else, someone you care about, a partner or coworker either one. Wheel of Fortune rev feels like bad fortune, or can be disciplinary measures, consequences for actions, “bad karma”, something like that…not feeling karma though. Bad timing maybe. Or, okay, it’s karmic but only specifically how you would be seeing this, not because it’s actually something karmic in your chart - but if the shoe fits, right? That’s the vibe with this, it’s like YOU believe this is karmic, and maybe it is, but more for you than anyone else or it’s unconscious somehow.

So for work I see major changes and upgrades…I’m not sure if they’re letting a bunch of people go, could be, maybe a whole software system, maybe the location they’ve been operating out of or the entire rules of operation y’all have been working from. Like here’s the rule book, well, they just wrote a new rule book with all new systems, now throw it away. But it’s all you know. You’re emotionally connected to whatever is being left behind work wise, like you personally identify with THIS mode of operation - not the new AI version. It’s like because your job is using something other than pick-a-thing, you’re personally triggered like it’s an attack on your character - and maybe you’re the pick-a-thing person, it would make sense why you feel this way. A new way of doing things is triggering you big time, you feel like the changes being made are drastic, extreme, and largely unnecessary, but there’s nothing you can do or you don’t know what you could even do about it.

Similar energy for love, whether in a relationship or not, there is a situation where you have to face a “conventional” way of doing things where you’re more like…sup? 😅 NOT conventional. Baggy shorts at church, rolling in late to the holiday dinner, not doing some traditional thing everyone else does. It’s like you don’t see you’re the outcast or black sheep here - or you definitely do, but that’s their problem 💯 Could be with your person’s family, or your own, flip it however. Maybe you’re dating the village weirdo and your Dad is a pastor it’s just…gonna be fine 🧡 The Star rev shows no healing taking place, if someone is a stick in the mud then they just are, or kinda crazy and irresponsible. It could really get you down, trying to fit in, you could have moments of pessimism or even depression because it weighs on you…why is xyz like this? Could definitely be a parent.

What you’re doing is pulling your head up, getting cute, showing up, and enduring. Maybe dropping a hint or two, making attempts to plant some more open-minded or future focused seeds for people to see or understand. Solar panels 💯 Politics could be messy at your house, or with someone you’re dating/with. Feels more like someone’s family, maybe where they come from - if this is new. Jupiter Aries shows an independent spirit is good for you, stay true to yourself regardless of anyone’s expectations or “rules”. Capricorn vs Aries here, opposing/squaring you, you could be dealing with these signs. Scorpio is heavy too. Your energy is light, happy, chatty, intuitive, you can see that bs from a mile away but HOW ABOUT THESE BISCUITS MA? Delicious. *chef’s kiss* And you’ll do fine 🧡 2 Swords is showing to just ignore it as best you can and enjoy the date, gathering, or event. You could end up deciding someone isn’t for you romantically, after a convention vs. independence battle of some kind, maybe a discussion - doesn’t even have to be with you, you could hear them being narrow-minded af from the bathroom, but you’ll be nice anyway.

If it’s money/job issues that has you down, then you’re judging yourself based on past holidays or situations where you were in a different spot - Spirit is saying to get creative and use your social abilities to really get to people. Emotionally. Make them cry 😌 Because it’s sweet not sour obv. but do you 😆For someone, there’s an unconventional person that likes a person in a suit, or switch that. There’s no hope this will take off but something about them hits different, you just know…something. 2 Swords shows ignoring it. Or? Ask them out 🤷‍♀️ Worst they can say is no. Or if you’re meeting someone’s family and feeling like…jeez they own Google they’re going to hate me - I see you being wrong and it all turns out just fine. Hang in there.

You come into December with:

Saint Apricot 😇

“I’m sorry that I have to take care of myself.”

Saint Apricot comes to you when you have been (or are about to be) freed from a situation that has you chained. This is a lesson in taking care of yourself. It’s a reminder to not give away more than you can, or it will drain you. We are not giving from a place of love if we are giving only to get. People may not like it when we focus on taking care of ourselves, but it is necessary in order to have a truthful relationship with them. If you speak the truth from your heart, then any guilt you feel is from the fear of being disliked. Feelings of shame come up when we feel we are “bad”, guilt comes up when we feel something we’ve done is “bad”. If another person no longer chooses to be in our lives, due to what’s been said or done in total honesty, it’s not our fault, it is their choice. This signifies a turn in your destiny. You are moving in a new direction towards freedom, and this opens the gateway towards more rewarding relationships in life.

You leave December having learned:

Final Sunset 🌅 :

“A life has come to its spectacular conclusion.”

This is a reminder to cherish all of the beauty in your life, including endings. Spirit embraces you and the loss you are aware of at this time. When we watch a day’s sunset, we can recognize the beauty of an ending. All things have a completion, even life. This is the end of a long journey. It is a time to reflect on your part of history, and discover what you value most. This could be a long emotional road ending, or simply a project at work that took a lot of effort and time. Too often we look to what is “next”, and miss the spectacular beauty of the finale. Do not fear the completion. Stay in the now, cry, laugh, reflect. Be with the fullness of your experience.

Orange may be a lucky color 🧡

Compatibility for December:

10 Pentacles rev could show divorce, unemployment, deep rooted issues surrounding stability or lack, in you or others. These could be coworkers, family members, or people around you going through hell - or they know you have been either/or.

Aries - failure to give to the situation, maybe they’re not into gifts or gift-giving, won’t be around or they’re just busy - not coming

Taurus - has a lot of love for you, reflects your energy back at you so they get you on a deep level, but they feel this won’t go anywhere

Gemini - over the sadness of you leaving, but they’re still very bitter towards you /switch

Cancer - could be losing their shit at you 🤬

Leo - could randomly pop up with something fun to do, I’m seeing sports ⚽️ events, and if they’re flirting it’s because they like you

Virgo - one person gives way more to this than the other one, it’s unfair and imbalanced

Libra - sees that you’re not going to cooperate with them or maybe never have - it’s like a wake up call to them /switch

Scorpio - super excited for a new thing that doesn’t go anywhere or they don’t try to make it go anywhere…they’re just venting fun ideas

Sagittarius - not committed, but cares, but isn’t serious, but feels things, so…a headache

Capricorn - not fighting for something, doesn’t care

Aquarius - has a dream and only that will do - I don’t think it’s shown up yet because 4 Cups is kinda pissy and dissatisfied - not choosing you? Or mad you didn’t choose them. Or your/their idea. Or something stupid like they’re supposed to make the pies and make flan instead - flan is disgusting idc

Pisces - not communicating on purpose, they’re up to something that could bring down whole Towers if other people knew about it 👀 shaaade

[parkminijiminie]

Let me start this by saying I love Jungkook. However, do I feel he is the best partner for JImin? No. Do I support Jiikook? yes! because Jimin sincerely loves JK, he adores the guy. In the BPD interview it was implied JK needed nudging to produce something. JK himself say it all the time. He can be lazy and he can be greedy. He was initially lazy to work but when he was nudged his "greedy" side wanted it all. From spending his Chapter watching Anime and drinking he suddenly wanted to be the biggest Popstar. I believe he is extremely busy much like how Jimin was busy during FACE production. I feel like JK can blow hot and cold when showing affection BUT I feel JM is cognizant of this trait. I believe if JM wanted JK to greet him publicly JM has enough pull for JK to do it. I hate Chapter and I hope it ends soon.

So many of you, Anons, seem to think JK isn't deserving of JM, and I have to wonder why? It seems to me it might be because so many people are disappointed in the possibility of Jikook not being together and are secretly blaming JK for it, even though we actually have no information what happened between them, (if anything happened at all), and who's fault it was.

Let's be objective here. Jungkook is gorgeous, rich, talented, he has the same interests as Jimin- music, dancing, performing, he is in the same industry as Jimin so he understands very well the downsides and risks of it. He is sensitive yet assertive. He works hard. He loves his family and is close to them. He loves animals. He has a kind heart.

Do you honestly not see why Jimin could want him? Not to mention, he has always supported Jimin through all the ups and downs they have been through. For a long time, he was the member Jimin willingly spent all his time with, the one who knew Jimin the best. Not to mention, Jimin's family loves him, which speaks a lot.

So, really, objectively speaking, why do you think JK doesn't deserve Jimin? Because he was filmed with a woman? What's the big deal if they were not together or if she was just a friend? We don't know what JM does in his personal life, too.

Is JK undeserving because of the direction of his solo work? If so, you must know there are many factors at play with his debut, and not everything is as simple as it seems. JK mentioned last year that his album would be next, that he was almost ready to go after Suga, so that means he was working on it at the time. Obviously, something happened, and the project fell through. He really was in a bad place at the beginning of the year. Maybe he was suffering from a writer's block. I also think he felt immense pressure to make and release an album before he enlisted, a successful one at that, yet it seemed he didn't have any ideas at the time.

He must have felt stuck and pressured, and the time was slowly ticking away. Then Scooter and Band came and offered him an easy way out with Seven, and he took it. Does this make me happy and proud of him? Not in the least. Do I feel slightly disappointed in his approach and direction to Chapter 2? Definitely. Just like many other people, I wanted something more personal and authentic from him, but may be he couldn't give it to us at the time. Not to mention that Bang obviously wants more success in the US, and JK seems to be the way for him to do it. I am not happy that JK cares more about charting and fame and proving himself as a pop star than actual artistry, but I also don't think that makes him an awful person. If anything, he is at least honest, because so many singers nowadays want fame and money, but would never admit it.

Jungkook is definitely not perfect. He has flaws, but so does everyone else. As a Jimin biased person, I don't think there ever will be someone truly worthy of Jimin , but I know it is not my place. That is his decision to make.

[waraxarcana]

@waxgentleman continued from here:

Hawkins was a man who appreciated people who used their brains. Cunning was, in his opinion, an invaluable quality for a pirate. Especially cunning paired with creativity. After all, anyone could become a threat when they ate a Devil Fruit like Eustass Kid's or Akainu's. It caused too many to underestimate the less overtly deadly powers like his own, or Galdino's, or even Straw Hat's.

It was why he felt compelled to speak to the former assassin. One might assume the two had been dealt bad hands by fate, being given their particular powers, but clearly, it had been destiny for such unassuming fruit to be eaten by those who could actually make the most of them. Mr. 3 rattling off the uses he found for his wax abilities was proof of that, and Hawkins found himself more and more intrigued.

"Too many fall into the trap of presuming that our powers decide our fates. They are weapons one must know how to wield properly." And while it seems you did fall into a similar trap with the Straw Hat, I would expect it's " Nodding in acceptance of the invitation to join him for tea, Hawkins followed the wax sculptor. "As for your downfall at the hands of Straw Hat...it seems even we are not immune to falling into the same trap as our enemies. But do not be ashamed at being unable to predict him - even my cards have...trouble with that one."

Pulling out said cards, he began shuffling them mindlessly as he walked. "To answer your question, my cards tell me the future, but not in as straightforward a manner as one might assume. Tarot is often open to interpretation, so my cards rarely give me a definitive future. Rather, they give me the most probable outcomes, and I make my decision based on that. If they say a battle has a 90% chance of not turning out in my favor, why should I bother putting myself at risk for the sake of honor or pride? That sort of foolishness has led to many a pirate's downfall." It was a thing so many did not understand. They believed he was a slave to the cards. That he did whatever they said and never thought for himself. No, the cards were his guide. It was no different from a navigator reading the stars and the weather and charting the best course.

And his cards had told him that meeting with Mr. 3 would give him a better chance at succeeding at his goals. Or at least would be the better option to remove a few pesky ingrates that the cards deemed would be disastrous to his plans if he went after them himself.

The things he did to appease the woman who would make him a god...

"You may ask me what you like about my powers, as I have many more about yours. And if those answers are to my liking, I may have a business proposition for you. One my cards say has an 85% chance of success in your hands."

[elthadriel]

writer ask meme: 13 + 29?

Hey!

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

It really depends on the length of the fic but I always do some. For shorter fics it's often bullet points of the beats I want to hit and the longer the fic the more in depth those will get. With very long stuff, <20k, the planning process is a whole thing. I make tables and charts breaking down thematic plot lines and how they relate to each other vs the driving plot.

I don't have a good one to share just now, but once I finish my big bang I might share the outline for it.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Have the opening 800 words from the Fox/Thorn fic that I started almost two years ago and just never seem to have the time to crawl back to.

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Thorn comm’d Fox about two minutes form his office, which was enough time for Fox to send a reply that Thorn would ignore, Fox to realise he was being ignored, send a second, ruder message that Thorn would also ignore, and finally resign himself to his fate.

The office wasn’t locked when Thorn arrived, and he let himself in.

“I brought you a present,” he announced, placing the bottle down on Fox’s desk, finding space between a stack of filmsi, two data pads, and five empty cups of caf. At least some of the caf looked like it had been sitting for a while and Fox hadn’t downed it all in the last couple of hours.

How much did Fox need to piss?

“You know, when a senior officer comms you, you are expected to read and obey them,” Fox drawled, somehow eyeing the bottle up suspiciously even through his helmet.

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t understand the message?” Thorn sat in the seat across from Fox, wondering if Fox would be genuinely annoyed if he put his boots up on Fox’s desk or just pretend to be.

“You’re right, this is my fault. I forget you were trained by Alpha-31. I’ll use smaller words next time. Is asshole still too long for you?” Fox hadn't put his work down, but he had lent back in his chair and Thorn could hear the smile in his voice even if it was hidden by his helmet.

“I don’t know, Sir, maybe if you attach a picture?”

Fox snorted and Thorn beamed. Success.

“Seriously though, the drink, Fox. I had to pull rank on a whole squad of troopers to get it for you.” All he’s actually said was that Fox might like the last remaining bottle and all competitors had abruptly lost interest; they were a good bunch.

“What is it?” Fox asked, still not reaching for it.

“Not a clue, some fruit based soda. It's very popular on [planet]. The senator’s nephew gave us a crate.”

“Uh huh.”

Thorn sighed, plenty loudly enough for Fox to hear.

Fox glanced back down at his datapad and there was no way Thorn was letting that fly. He popped the seal on his helmet and pulled it off, dumping it onto the ground by. Checking Fox had looked up again he pulled the tie from his hair letting it fall around his shoulders. It probably looked awful, it had been tied up all day and was still half holding that shape.

Fox didn’t move, except a slight lift of his head and Thorn wished he’d waited until Fox had removed his own helmet.

His hair was very much not regulation and if any other CG officer tried it Fox would hold them down to shave it off himself if he had too. Thorn worked his hands through the loose curls, trying to pull his hair back into a half decent shape.

“It’s against the regs for a member of the Guard to remove his helmet while on duty—“

“Not on duty,” Thorn pointed out.

“—Or otherwise representing the Guard including but not limited to wearing other pieces of his armour or in areas under CG jurisdiction.”

Thorn rolled his eyes, a big obvious motion. Fox never mentioned his hair length though.

“Report me if you want, I know the man in charge and he’s a little bitch,” Thorn said and, stars, he could picture exactly how Fox would be smirking at the challenge.

“Need me to come over there and spank you, Commander?”

Thorn’s mouth went a little dry. He wasn’t even into that shit.

“Big talk for a man too scared to drink a soda he hasn’t heard of,” Thorn said and decided Fox would probably only pretend to be annoyed and placed one boot and then the other up onto Fox’s desk.

Fox lent back in his chair, tossing his datapad onto his desk. Thorn tallied that up as his second win.

“Thorn, the last food you brought me gave the worst shits of my life, the time before that was, according to Prayers, literally poisonous,” Fox pointed out.

“I had both just fine,” Thorn said, “It’s not my fault your delicate constitution can’t handle anything with more flavour than a purple ration bar.”

“You know that excuse won’t hold up when your dragged in front of a tribunal for murdering a superior.”

“There’s just so few chances to advance my career, sir.”

Fox snorted and rolled his shoulders in a way that suggested he’d been sitting still for far too long.

“How was I supposed to know it would make you sick? They told me it was a delicacy.” Thorn had certainly enjoyed it.

“To [aliens], sure. To humans it’s a chance to explain to your medic that trusting you doesn’t require brain damage and regular stupidity will do the job just fine.”

[totallyjustabunchofhocuspocus]

Oops, my hand slipped.

Even at his absolute lowest, the points in his life where he could barely meet his own eyes in the mirror, the days when he thought he would choke on the self-loathing that enveloped him…he'd never actually believed God hated him. He wasn't sure he believed in God at all, honestly, ‘no atheists in a foxhole’ jokes aside. But if there was a God, he didn't believe that He was wasting time hating on Thomas Kinard for liking dick, no matter what hellfire rhetoric his father and grandmother spewed at him before disowning him. 

Looking at the person the incident commander, in their infinite wisdom, directed him to pair up with on scene, he decided that, no. No. There was a God. 

And he fucking hated Tommy Kinard. 

Evan–Buck. Buck was not supposed to be on shift tonight. He'd requested the time off months ago, had made elaborate plans with his sister to host a Thanksgiving feast at the Buckley-Han house for everyone at the 118 who could swing the holiday. There had been color coded charts in his kitchen, menus, recipe cards, and schedules that were more complex than some war plans Tommy had seen in his day. It was going to be a goddamn Michelin star experience. Even if it somehow wasn't, it would have been amazing.

It would have been the first big holiday gathering they'd attended together. Their first big family holiday as a couple. 

“Tommy!” Evan–Buck. Buck, damn it. He'd done this, he'd made the choice, he had to live with it. He didn't have the right to call him Evan anymore. Buck looks startled. 

Then for just a moment, just a moment he lit up. The bright, open happiness that Tommy had been stupid enough to get used to, stupid enough to get addicted to, stupid enough to start wondering if he might get to keep, washed through Buck's face. His eyes, still as blue as the clearest summer skies Tommy had ever flown through, sparkled, his lips quirked into the sunshine-bright grin that always made Tommy want to kiss him, feel that warmth against his mouth. For just a moment, he looked as happy as he always did to see Tommy. 

Then it was over. 

Between one heartbeat and the next, the happiness disappeared like the sun vanishing behind a cloud. A cold, professional mask slammed down over Buck's face. His eyes went flat and hard as ice, and his whole posture seemed to…change. Without moving an inch, Buck withdrew completely from him. It was what he was expecting. What he wanted, he reminded himself. It fucking hurt. 

“I thought you were off tonight,” Buck said, his voice completely neutral. Completely polite. Completely professional. 

Tommy hated it. 

“Uh…thought you were too,” he said lamely. 

The mask slipped, and for just an instant, Tommy was treated to a Buck who just looked…sad. Weighed down by the kind of sadness that made minutes feel like hours, and hours feel like years. The kind of sadness that pulled at you, always dragging you down, down, down, made you feel heavy and tired, no matter how much you slept, how much you rested. Tommy was familiar with the look. It stared back at him from his mirror every day. 

“Danziger’s mom went into hospice last week. Probably isn’t going to make it to Christmas…Bobby put out a call for anyone willing to trade him shifts so he can get as much time with the family as possible.” Buck shrugged. “And I wasn’t really in the mood to–” His mouth shut with an audible click, and the cold, professional mask wobbled a little. “Anyway.” 

Tommy could guess the rest of the sentence well enough. The sickeningly familiar mixture of guilt and want washed through him. Guilt because he’d done this. He’d made this sweet, incredible man feel like being around his family for Thanksgiving would hurt so much that he’d gone looking for extra shifts. Want because it was supposed to be different. 

He should’ve spent the day watching Ev–Buck run around his kitchen like a madman, stepping in to distract him in the best ways possible when it looked like he was starting to take the flakiness of the pie crust too seriously. He should’ve been cracking jokes about his contribution being the wine and the eye candy, should’ve been exchanging knowing looks with Howie over the heads of their respective Buckleys when they inevitably started arguing about the placement of napkins or the height of the centerpieces or something, should’ve been watching Ev–Buck demonstrate how completely his little niece had him wrapped around her finger, should’ve been sitting down to the kind of family dinner that he’d been sure was only ever going to exist for him in hazy memories of the time before his mom died, surrounded by people he’d thought were starting to become more than just casual friends he used to work with and a beautiful man he could so easily fall in love with, should’ve, should’ve, should’ve…

The wanting was the problem. 

The wanting was always the problem. 

It was dangerous to want those things when he knew just how fucking fragile they really were…especially in his hands. 

It hurt now, but Evan Buckley wasn’t going to be lonely for long. He wasn’t made to be lonely for long. In the long run, he’d understand that Tommy really had had his best interests at heart. Had had both their best interests at heart. Better a little heartache now than a huge one later, when he inevitably realized how much better he could do. 

“That’s–that’s good of you,” he said. 

Buck didn’t reply, just hefted the medical kit he was carrying a little higher. “Captain Nichols sent you to me, I take it?” 

Straight to business, then. Probably for the best. 

“Yeah. Assess and assist. The 57 has the heavy rescue, we’re just tagging anyone who needs paramedics.” 

“All right. Well. Let’s get to work.” 

He turned away and started walking towards the scene, back ramrod straight, wearing the professionalism like armor. Tommy watched him go, the ache that hadn’t left the space behind his ribs since he walked out of the loft for the last time pulsing dully. For the best, he told himself for the hundredth, the thousandth, the millionth time. It was all for the best. 

If he kept saying it, maybe he’d eventually be able to believe it. 

buck and tommy both wanting to not spend thanksgiving without the other because they were supposed to be together at the buckley-hans', so they each take an extra shift to distract themselves and wind up working the same scene. send tweet.

[starcrossedyanderes]

Christmas Shopping

I know it’s been a while.. but here’s a bit of a Christmas special! I’m kinda busy with a whole lot of baking, so I just decided to release this early!

Xavier

He couldn’t believe he was out in public, wearing simply a black hoodie and sunglasses. And the hoodie up, nonetheless!

Xavier shudders at the notion but the fact is, his current attire isn’t very.. princely.

But he supposes love makes a person do crazy things.

And Xavier was far past that point.

If you ever doubt his love for you, his darling, just know he went incognito in public for you.

The occasion? Christmas shopping.

Now he obviously bought you loads of gifts but he wanted to get you something.. more personal. Something he had to go shopping for himself.

That’s what lead him to the Kate Spade store.

Today he was going to buy you your first designer bag.

This was something he wouldn’t trust any servants with. He wanted your first bag to be special. Perfect. And he had just the one in mind.

He wanted your present to be somewhat Christmassy and he believed in his spies reports on your internet searches (yes he knows everything you look up) in the past you were looking at some Kate Spade knockoffs.

So he quickly grabbed the items and walked up to the counter.

“Hello, sir, is that all for you today?”

He resigned himself to a simple nod.

“Alrighty, your total would be..”

He quickly pulled out his Centurion Amex to simply get the ordeal over with.

“Oh.. alrighty then. If I could get your signature?”

He did so in silence as well. The woman turned the screen around only to gasp at the name.

But by then he was basically out of the store.

But all the effort was worth it to see your face light up.

He got you the polar bear Kate spade bag, with matching wallet.

Avery

Avery is actually fond of Christmas since it means he can pull out the cardigans and what not. But the thing is he almost exclusively shopped online. Since he doesn’t feel comfortable going out really.

But with you guys now sharing a residence you might open up the delivery and ruin the surprise!

So he has to do something he despises. Interacting with humans. (That aren’t you, of course.)

He went into a Target for you. That’s a lot for Avery.

Now something I tend to forget about Avery is the fact that he is a major gamer. And he likes to play games with you so he wanted to get you a gift for your shared interests!

He got you a giant korok plush! (For those unaware it’s a Legend of Zelda thing)

He also might have crocheted you a lil something..

Rygel

He doesn’t really do Christmas, surprise surprise. Honestly it’s a legitmate surprise he got you anything. But his ‘Mom’ happens to be obsessed with Pinterest so made him get you something.

They just don’t have Christmas where he’s from. They don’t really do holidays in general.

For one you will definitely get a cookie box from Rygel’s ‘mom’. Like, a real nice one. (She totally didn’t just pay someone to make the whole thing.)

Rygel gets you two things. Exactly what you wanted to the exact detail. In fact something you may not have been really aware you wanted. (Don’t question his psychic abilities). His ‘mom’ also insisted on a more personal gift so he got you a star chart of the exact you 2 met. This includes the stars your planet doesn’t even know about.

Emmett

Emmett gives you his presence. He is a ghost after all. He can manipulate the air enough and play the piano and sing for you though.

[thestylesindependent]

Harry Styles is developing into “one of the most accomplished artists of his era”, according to Wembley Stadium’s James Taylor.

Taylor is senior commercial manager at Wembley Stadium, and has spoken to Music Week about the singer’s upcoming shows at the London venue on June 18 and 19.

Yesterday (March 23) Styles announced the release of his third solo album, Harry’s House, which is due on May 20 via Columbia Records. Now, fans have a sure sign that Styles could air new material at his upcoming Coachella headline shows in April.

Styles was originally due to tour his second album, Fine Line, in the UK & Ireland in April 2020, only for the dates to be pushed back a year before being postponed indefinitely due to the coronavirus pandemic. The rescheduled dates in Glasgow, Manchester, London and Dublin were upgraded from arenas to stadiums. He won Tour Of The Year at the recent Pollstar Awards.

Fine Line peaked at No.2 in the UK albums chart and has sold 569,921 copies since its release in December 2019, according to the Official Charts Company. In that time, it has become a mainstay in the UK charts. Its biggest-selling track is Watermelon Sugar (1,745,260 sales), while Adore You has 1,262,931 sales and Falling has 1,036,258. Sign Of The Times, from the star’s debut album, is his other million-seller in the UK, with 1,288,868 sales.

As anticipation builds ahead of Styles’ return to the UK & Ireland, Taylor told Music Week that booking the two dates made for a record-breaking year at Wembley

“We have had Harry headline before as part of One Direction, but what an amazing achievement to come back off the back of such astronomic solo success,” said Taylor. “Ticket sales were very strong and the second show being added actually made 2022 a record year for Wembley Stadium. We will host 15 nights this year, which is a new Wembley record for concerts. It’s a great way to welcome fans back to Wembley after a two season absence due to Covid.”

As the venue prepares to welcome Styles to its stage once more, Taylor talks us through what to expect…

How was the booking process to get these dates in? And why is Wembley Stadium the right place for Harry's show?

“When you get to the scale that Harry has now reached, his management felt that Wembley Stadium was the logical next step for his career and we had no hesitation that the shows would do well. We were in a position to lock in the dates he announced and we pulled together a plan in partnership with his team. Harry was the biggest ticket seller worldwide in 2021 and that provided the basis to launch a stadium tour.”

What can we expect? Have you had any inklings of how it'll look and feel inside the stadium?

“Given there are now two sell-out shows I think we can expect an amazing atmosphere as we bounce back from two dry years of stadium concerts. You know a concert is popular and going to sell well by the amount of house list requests we get, and that was certainly the case both before the on-sale and soon after when the shows sold out quickly.”

How do you think the songs will go down? Fine Line has grown and grown since it came out…

“I’m sure the songs will go down well. Harry has a very devoted fanbase, and as we see with the likes of BTS, a devoted fanbase can create an unbelievable atmosphere in the bowl.”

Lastly, what do you think we will learn about Harry, his artistry and his abilities as a live performer from these gigs?

“Harry is fast developing into one of the most accomplished artists of his era and I think these solo shows at Wembley will cement that position. I believe he will likely go on to do several stadium tours in his career and we would very much welcome him back...”

Via Music Week