#yes unfortunately i am a taurus

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april is my birthday month, so i drew some of my outfits for fun! 🎉

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Astro thoughts + takes | Random observations

(*from personal experience + knowledge, please do not copy+paste as these are my own words*)

• Uranus aspecting one's moon can make them prone to mood swings, yes, but I never hear about how this aspect can make it easier to overcome tough emotions. Since Uranus represents innovation + breakthroughs an individual with a moon-uranus aspect can power through them quickly, and sometimes in very odd ways. Can have different coping mechanisms than most around them.. one that will really stand out apart from the rest. Now, keep in mind that this can be great in many ways.. zipping through emotional turmoil can be a breeze for these people, they just have to make sure to slow down once and a while and ACTUALLY process what they're feeling. Those with moon sextile uranus can actually work through tough emotions when they get outside of their comfort zone.

• Moon sqaure saturn can indicate emotional immaturity until the individual works on their relationship with authority / authority figures, amongst other things..

• Neptune square asc can give one the desire for escapism through substance, any harsh aspects neptune makes to the moon or venus can also indicate this (no hate.. I have this aspect)

• Virgo mars and planning when to have xxx (this is where they clash with fire/air mars signs.. they thrive off spontaneity which this mars lacks unless the chart indicates otherwise ofc)

• Mars in the 6H and being turned on not by a specific area of the body, but what sensations can be created by it (nervous system)

• Mars in libra vs being turned on by reciprocity

• An unevolved lilith in libra/7H can be the typical womanizer/maneater until they learn that there's power in standing on their own, not feeling complete only when in a relationship. some may use others to try and "heal" themselves too

• Virgos actually spend their past time connecting the dots

• One of the things that cancer and taurus placements share in common is that they'll be in a DEEP sleep, wake up, and randomly start making a 4-course meal (yum, can I sleep over?)

• The galactic center of the milky way is stationed in the constellation of sagittarius, which has up to 400 BILLION stars.... and you still wonder why they act like that?

° Saturn conjunct asc means everyone giving you responsibilities because you always look like you can handle them (even if you can't or the responsibilities have nothing to do with you) however, in return it does grant the individual with passing authority (I also have this.. even when I'm not the one "in charge" people come to me like I am)

• The house that Saturn is in can show you which area of life you'll feel most restricted in (ex: 3H- trapped within the local community or bound to siblings in some way. 10H- bound to work, restricted in some way to get away from it. 12H- trapped in your mind/subconscious)

• Sun in 8H individuals may gain more recognition after death / possible famous after death ( check for more fame indicators )

• Scorpio + 8H placements will put people through trials and tribulations because they want to see if they are worthy enough to see their innermost self and deepest desires. this is because these placements experience the most rebirth (and their own trials and tribulations... quite often), they want to make sure you love them down to their very core, so when they morphe into their next "self", you won't leave

• When the south node transits the 7H one will notice past-life partnerships coming back into their present life. Note that this may not always come in the form of a lover.. but if it does.. your working on releasing patterns of behavior with said person. Unfortunately, once the transit south node exists the 7H there may be a parting of ways. This could be completely flipped however, some may meet a past life partner that they end up working on these patterns together and stay together (depending on synastry). And then you even have some people who will experience repeating events and patterns from outside forces but don't actually align with a specific past partner. As of right now taurus risings are letting these lessons wrap up, if you are a Taurus rising comment below with your take on this! Scorpio risings are shedding an old identity.. I know this can appear to be typical Scorpio behavior but because this is affected by the nodes, it's a deeply submerged part of themselves they're FINALLY learning to let go of and release control. Let me know if this resonates- Scorpio risings! 🫶

• Whichever house the south node transits in your chart will be the area of life you will experience "letting go" of what no longer serves you (Ketu=deflation)

[ms-m-astrologer]

The Week Ahead: September 23-29, 2024

Caution: we’re in the shadow of the eclipse until Saturday, October 5.

Lunar Phases

Tuesday, September 24, 18:50 UT - Last Quarter Moon, 2°12’ Cancer

The key phrases for the Last Quarter lunar phase are “turn away” and “tear down old structures that no longer serve us well.” We’re deeply sentimental and not completely crazy about letting go - and unfortunately this eclipse season has “letting go” as a theme. We can try to pick something we’ve outgrown, or we can let The Cosmos do the picking.

Saturday, September 28, 15:47 UT - Balsamic Moon, 21°01’ Leo

The key phrases for the Balsamic lunar phase are “let go of the past,” and “envision the future.” Spending time outside (weather permitting) and soaking up some sunshine is therapeutic. It helps our optimism and faith.

Void of Course Moon

Tuesday, September 24, 11:59 UT (Gemini) - 14:50 UT (Cancer)

Thursday, September 26, 22:12 UT (Cancer) - 22:47 UT (Leo)

Sunday, September 29, 03:36 UT (Leo) - 09:42 UT (Virgo)

Retrograde/Direct/Etc.

Pre-retrograde shadow: Jupiter/Gemini

Retrograde: Saturn/Pisces, Chiron/Aries, Uranus/Taurus, Neptune/Pisces, Pluto/Capricorn, Eris/Aries

Post-retrograde shadow: Ceres/Capricorn, Pallas/Sagittarius

Ingress

Thursday, September 26, 08:09 UT - transiting Mercury enters Libra

Libra transits this year are challenging, and Mercury’s trip through the sign will not be an exception. Between now and October 13, when Mercury enters Scorpio, expect those Libran scales to be set a-jangle with contradictions, paradoxes, and confusion. We have to let ideas happen rather than force them. We need to listen to people who see things differently than we do. The downside is (in Steven Forrest’s words) “I am ambushed by the ignorance I chose to protect;” when we get it right, we’re fair, respectful, and diplomatic. This is also a good time to learn about something artistic.

Et Cetera

No Opportunity Periods this week.

Next Sunday (the 29th), very late, there’s a trine between Mars/Cancer and Saturn Rx/Pisces, at 14°24’. Because Mars is soon to enter its retrograde zone (Thursday, October 3), this is the first of three trines between the two planets. (Number two happens on February 8, 2025; number 3 on April 4, 2025.) Mars retrograde times show us how we sabotage ourselves through impatience, belligerence (the proverbial chip on the shoulder), and so on - I’m personally grateful for a flowing Mars-Saturn aspect! Pay attention over the weekend to “challenges to your integrity, moral temptation, and difficult decisions” (Steven again). Yes, even with a trine! This is the first of three, so we’re becoming somewhat aware of the problem. The work happens after Mars stations retrograde (December 6).

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If you're feeling up for it I Have a Suggestion for the Tragic Backstory™ Au:

Jaune, Exhausted with all the antics of people trying to marry him, or disrupting his families lives, even Nora with her dumb Betting Pool, makes an announcement, finally using the Rumors to his advantage in a way that definitely won't backfire:

His Queen has been fortold; She is one Who's Bones are as tough as steel, Lightning Coursing through her veins as blood, Hair as full and Bright as a Harvest moon, and ... uh ... She Flies like a Comet. A green Comet. Yeah. Nobody like that on Remmnant!

Huh? Penny's Coming to Visit?

I Am Coming Ready!

Jaune: (Takes a deep breath) Okay. Let's do this.

Pyrrha: You're not hyperventilating this time. All those breathing exercises are finally kicking in, huh?

Jaune: I guess. Thanks again for teaching me some tricks to deal with this public speech stuff.

Pyrrha: Of course, Jaune. But, are you sure about this? I mean, you're going to be addressing a lot of people today?

Jaune: I know, but... I have to. This lie has going on for far too long, and I have to tell people the truth.

Ren: She's right, though. At least three of the five Kingdoms will be watching you with keen interest.

Jaune: Three?

Ren: (Nods) Vale, Atlas, and Mistral. There will be hundreds, perhaps even thousands watching your every move, studying, plotting against you to strike at your moment of weakness.

Jaune: ...Did someone bring a brown paper bag?

Nora: I did! (Holds up bag) It's got brownies in it~!

Jaune: ...Can I have one?

Nora: Mmmmmmmmm, no.

Jaune: Can I at least have the bag?

Nora: Mmmmmmmmm-

Ren: It's time, Jaune.

Jaune: But-! But-! My bag!

Nora: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-

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Winter: Here's your report on the repairs, General, sir.

Ironwood: Thank you, Schnee. Leave it on my desk.

Winter: How's the press conference?

Ironwood: It's starting. Look at him, stepping out with such stiff motions. Are we certain he has no bionics?

Winter: There's nothing in Atlas records that confirms this, sir. It could be he's just nervous.

Ironwood: This man took on Adam Taurus, a ruthless leader of an international terrorist cell, and killed a Grimm Dragon that's sliced up one of our battleships. There's no way this man is scared of all five Kingdoms watching him.

Winter: ...Wyvern, sir.

Ironwood: Huh?

Winter: The official reports are calling a "Wyvern," sir.

Ironwood: It's a giant scaly monster with wings and probably breathes fire.

Winter: Still called a "Wyvern," sir.

Ironwood: ...It seems we are at an impasse. Perhaps we should call Penny?

Winter: Unfortunately, sir, Penny isn't here.

Ironwood: Ah, that's right. She took leave. Where did she go?

Winter: She left this morning from the bullhead station, sir.

Ironwood: What bullhead did she leave on?

Winter: She didn't, sir.

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Theodore: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was a good one!

Xanthe: Headmaster, please, I'm begging you. Students are staring. I'm pretty sure he can hear you in Vale.

Theodore: It's funny, though, Rumpole! This kid comes outta nowhere, gets called a king, kills a dragon with a horse and spear, and now he's saying he's not a king to all these people!

Xanthe: It's not that funny.

Theodore: It's hilarious! Oh, I wanna fight him real bad! I've never punched a king before!

Xanthe: Sir, that'll cause an international incident.

Theodore: ...

Xanthe: You'll go to jail.

Theodore: ...

Xanthe: You won't be allowed to fight anymore.

Theodore: ...What about dueling? Would dueling be out of the question?

Xanthe: (Sighs)

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Jaune: No. No. That's not- Look, whatever beef Adam Taurus and I had was over that night we fought, okay?

Reporter: Beef! Ha! That's going in the paper!

Jaune: No! No! It's not like that!

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Lil Miss: (Via scroll) You havin' fun out there, girls?.

Melanie: Yes, Mom.

Lil Miss: Good. I'd hate to pay Roman another visit because he still can't take care of you.

Miltia: He's nothing, Mom.

Lil Miss: Nothin but trouble, you mean.

Roman: (Sighs)

Lil Miss: By the way, girls, just makin sure, but you know about that king nonsense goin on, right?.

Melanie: Yes, Mom.

Lil Miss: You girls stay away from all of that business, you hear me?.

Miltia: Aw, but he's so cute!

Lil Miss: And almost half your age, but that's not the point. The point is that boy king is nothin but trouble. Somethin bad is gonna happen to him, I just know it.

Roman: Yeah? And what do you know?

Lil Miss: Oh, you should know that by now, Roman. I know what I know, and I don't give hand-outs.

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Sienna: More tea?

Kali: No, thank you. (Sips tea) He's doing well, isn't he?

Ghira: They're eating him alive out there.

Sienna: Not even you were this bad in your first public speech, Ghira.

Kali: Really? What was he like?

Sienna: An absolute mess. I actually threw a tomato at him, and he started sniveling!

Ghira: I knew that was you in the crowd!

Sienna: He was going on about "managing our resources" and "not letting what we've gained go to waste"! I felt the mood called for ironic comedy.

Kali: Hahaha! That's so cute!

Ghira: You're both the worst. (Sniffs, Inhales) Promised myself I wouldn't cry.

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Jaune: No! No! I am not "seducing" anyone for a "progeny"! What the hell are you-?!

Jaune: Okay, you wanna know who I'm dating right now, since you're all so into these fairy tales?! Well, if it'll get you people to leave me and my family alone, then I'll tell you!

Jaune: My "queen" is a woman with bones as hard as iron- No, as steel! With a heart that pumps lightning through her veins! And her hair is a red and foreboding as a Blood Moon! And she has eyes that shine with a light that gleams and glimmers with lover's light! Oh, but here's the kicker! She flies! Yeah, that's right, she soars through the air, faster than any comet or shooting star in the sky! In a ball of green fi-

SHOOOOOOO-BOOM!

Jaune: (Coughs, Waves hand) What the...?

Lisa: Get a camera on him!

Cyril: Yes, ma'am!

Jaune: Wait... PENNY?!

Penny: (Blows dust away, Strikes a pose, Smiling, Pink eyes) I am here for my beloved!

Jaune: Ah... Crap-baskets...

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TASTE. -> 'Haven' from the POV of Hyunjin. (Part Three of Six)

summary: 'It was the most free I’ve felt in ages, it was liberating, and it was because of Felix. He wanted to get to know me, for me. He wanted to listen to me, to listen to me. He was genuine, and he cared.'

word count: 9k

warnings: 18+, infidelity themes all throughout, toxic friendships/relationships, sexual content, alcohol abuse, struggles with mental health themes, cursing, if I missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

a/n: Part Three, oh my god. These people are still a mess. I was hoping this part would've accelerated us faster in the story, but I am unfortunately really enjoying this journey. Enjoy this, and please leave me your thoughts! YES, I had to name the female MC. If she has your name, congrats!

Sliding out from beneath the Ford I had been stuck under for half an hour, I sat up and drug my palm over my forehead without a doubt smudging some grease where I was hoping to wipe away sweat. It was two o’clock in the afternoon and already boiling hot. It was just me, myself and I in the garage today, as per usual, so I opened every tiny window and left the workshop door open, along with the door to our office.

Blink-182 was blasting from the radio, the volume nearly maxed out in an attempt to drown out any lingering thoughts that hung around my subconscious. These were the days I longed for. Days alone were peaceful, and quiet, aside from the music, and I could keep to myself, get my shit done, and not fuck anything, or anyone, up. 

I knew cars better than people, I could fix them faster, too. Though, most times I drug my work out over a couple of days only because I enjoyed it that much.

It was almost like my brain could shut off when I was focused on work. I could do it with my eyes closed. And come to think of it, I actually have, on a dare, and I still repaired everything perfectly.

The two other guys that work in the garage with me, one of them the owner, both didn’t think I could do it. A couple of months ago when a BMW was sent our way with a screwed up starter motor, completely dead, the two of them grumbled over the task while I boasted about being able to replace it with my eyes shut. Neither believed me, so naturally beers were cracked open that night, we spent some extra hours in the garage, and I replaced the sucker with a bandana tied over my eyes with little help.

Talking about myself always made me uneasy, but if someone were to ask me what secret talents I had, I’d for sure brag about that. One of the sparse moments where I actually felt proud of myself.

Slapping a hand to the concrete beneath me I hoist myself to my feet and round the vehicle to get inside of it, being careful to not put my dusty boots on the clean carpet of the sedan. It was a silver Ford Taurus that belonged to a woman in her forties with two boys in intermediate school, so I wasn’t too worried if I left it a little dirty. The backseat gave off obvious signs that two boys around the age of ten occupied that space.

Shoving the key that sat in the cupholder into the ignition, I twisted it, and smiled as the car started. The woman, who’s name was Sharon, or Sherry, just dropped it off this morning with her kids and her husband who drove the three of them away in a pick up truck. Both adults had dropped complaints of other places taking a week to fix their vehicles problem, making them dish out hundreds of dollars for a small problem I took care of in a few hours. They were pleasantly surprised when I told them that it would be done today, and it would cost not even half of what they’ve had to pay before.

Sharon-Sherry almost gave me a hug, I thought the woman was going to fall to her knees. She placed a hand on my shoulder, thanking me a crap ton, babbling on and on about her boys and how they’re soccer players, and she needs the car to get them to practices and games, and her husband’s a cop and works weird hours… I learned a bit too much about her. 

But, the woman cupped my cheek before she walked away to get into her husband's truck and she gave me a genuine smile. A smile that wrapped my heart in comfort. It was a mom's smile.

The comfort broke in half when she called after her boys, beckoning them to get into the truck.

“Shaun! Felix! Let’s go, your coaches are waiting!” she had waved at the boys that were kicking around the gravel rocks in front of the office door.

With a gulp I had taken a quick glance around the lot before I questioned her. “Felix?” 

“My youngest,” she turned to me with a proud smile. “He and Shaun are a year apart. You never hear that name around here, do ya? Felix.” 

At that moment I had wondered if she’d noticed my pale skin go even ghostlier. I had shaken my head and cleared my throat.

“No,” I answered. “It’s… one of a kind.”

Sharon-Sherry agreed with me, then continued on to her children, ushering them into their fathers running truck, making sure they were buckled before she jumped up into the passenger seat.

The happy family drove away, leaving me with their Ford and a pin in my heart.

A quiet day alone, lost in my work without haunting thoughts was what I wanted, and I almost had it.

Sitting back in Sharon-Sherry’s seat with my boots still hanging out of the door, I rest my head against the cushion and take a deep breath. I may have had the radio blasting, I may have been elbow deep in bolts and grease, I may have been on auto-pilot for three hours, but I couldn’t get those big brown eyes outta my head.

Even prior to his name being spoken he infected my mind.

Last night should’ve been a blur. It should’ve been a drunken blur, a second thought this morning when I rolled out of bed and got myself ready for work while Jade slept soundly between the sheets. Instead, it was the very first thing I thought of. Felix.

If he wasn’t such a nice person it would’ve pissed me off more than it kind of already did. I couldn’t be mad at him. He didn’t do anything wrong. It was my own screwed up brain that forced this shit upon me, every damn time. Incredibly annoying. 

“Don’t do that,” I grumbled to myself, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my middle finger, closing my eyes tight. “I’m not annoying.” I repeat aloud what Felix had said to me last night.

On top of that, he also told me to talk to Jade. To talk things out with her, actually talk to her. And I didn’t do that. Not yet at least, last night she couldn’t even let me get a word in, but it’s not like I tried.

Regaining consciousness on the kitchen floor yesterday was a wake up call, and the following evening at Haven just added more fuel to the fire. Talking things out with Felix, admitting what I’ve done to someone other than Jade was a bitch slap to the face. Saying it aloud to someone on the outside of the situation really did make me sound clinically insane, and it was embarrassing. On top of the things I was feeling for Felix, the shame from fully realizing what I’ve done and why I’ve done it was suffocating.

I had to break up with Jade. If she wasn’t going to do it first, I had to be the one to break it off. Especially now that I think I’m harboring actual interested feelings for Felix. 

He didn’t want to be one of the others, and I wasn’t about to make him one- as scary as it felt to think about getting involved with somebody else. 

Jade still lingers after everything. Who’s to say Felix would stick around if something happened? He even said it himself last night that he would leave someone if they did to him what I’d already done to Jade.

Regardless, he stuck by my side yesterday. He seemed to care about me even after I let the shit spill. I should really just try to be his friend. I need to try to be his friend, before anything. He wasn’t someone I wanted to hurt.

Then again, Jade was once someone I never wanted to hurt.

“Jinnie?” Jade’s voice called into the garage from the driveway. Popping my eyes open I didn’t even realize I had closed, I sat forward and spotted her through the streaky windshield. I made a mental note to clean Sharon-Sherry’s windows for her before she came back to get her car.

Jade circled the Ford and stood beside the open door. “What’re you doing?” She was dressed for work, she was on the night shift this evening at the restaurant. Her hair was pulled out of her face and her colorful name tag sat to the left of her heart.

“Just… making sure the car started.”

“Your eyes were closed, I thought you fell asleep,” she said, her eyes taking me in up and down, and again. Shaking my head slowly, I start to smile.

“Not exactly,” I said. Turning the car off I dropped the keys into the cupholder and got out of Sharon-Sherry’s seat, taking the top of the door out of Jades hand and into my own so I could close it.

“Okay, good,” Jade nodded, taking a step backward so I could stand on my feet. “You shouldn’t be in here with the cars running, you know that.” Giving her a curious look I brought myself back around the front of the car to lift the hood. Jade followed right behind me.

“I know that,” I sighed, pulling on a few car parts, making sure everything was good to go. This family had to be called as soon as possible. “You know I know that, but I’ve gotta get it out of here somehow.” Leaning against the car with my elbows, I turned to look at her. She was wearing her nervous eyebrows, though she was trying to hide them. She’s made this face every single time I started to bring up a… girl.

“Yeah,” her voice was soft. “I know you know… I just… got worried about you.” Her eyes fell to the motor of the car, glancing around at all the different parts.

“Are you okay?” I asked after a bout of silence between us. The radio was still blaring nonsense. Jade met my gaze and took a quick breath. 

“Yeah, yeah, no, I’m fine,” she shook her head, “I just… Are you okay?”

I stood up straight, resting a hand to the small of my back.

“I’m fine.”

Jade’s eyes begged me to say more, but I didn’t know if I could. Here I was hoping I’d have a little more time at work before I had to go home and try to talk things out with her, but she showed up unannounced. She’s never done this, even back when things were good. Work was separate for us, our own thing.

She waited a couple more seconds for me to say more, but realizing that I wasn’t going to, she rolled her eyes the slightest and dug into the purse she had over her shoulder.

“Here,” she said, handing me a bottle of water that was still kind of cold. I assumed this was her excuse to mask why she had actually come here.

Taking it carefully I gave her a small smile. “Thanks,” I said, and almost inquired why she was being nice to me, or acting funny.

Then she said the words that made my heart stop.

“Felix called.”

Maintaining my composure I cracked the water open and took a long sip, the coolness relieving the heat I’d been baking under. Swooshing the liquid around my mouth for a bit, I swallowed and nodded, slowly. Then I met her gaze.

“What’d he want?” I asked in the most monotonous tone I could’ve ever conjured up. Jade folded her arms over her chest and sighed.

“He… Jinnie, he wanted to know if you were okay,” she said, her eyebrows knotting together. Whispering, she took a step closer to me, “He told me what happened.”

The anxiety I had been suppressing since I saw her face began to bubble up. That was a vague ass sentence.

He told me what happened.

Felix probably told her that I came onto him in the parking lot of Haven. Stupidly drunk, I forced myself upon him and tried to kiss him. He had to tell Jade as soon as humanly possible, to protect her from the lies I would spread. It was nauseating how I couldn’t keep it in my pants, and everyone agreed. It’s me, I’m the problem, and every single one of them knows it.

“He said you had a panic attack,” Jade said, ripping me out of my tomb of a brain. “You haven’t had one… in forever.”

The breath I took was painful, but full of utmost relief. Out of all of the things Felix could’ve shared with Jade, I’m not excited it had to be this, but it was better than the latter.

“Um, yeah,” I mumbled, crinkling the plastic bottle between my dirty fingers. There wasn’t a reason to lie, or to pretend like it didn’t happen. She looked pretty beat up about it so I’m not sure there was much more I could say to make her feel worse. 

Although… I could tell her I’d been having them almost daily…

“Why didn’t you tell me,” she said.

“I didn’t want to ruin your night,” I shrugged.

Jade rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t ruin my night, why would you think that?”

Shrugging again, I take another gulp of water.

“Stop doing that,” she mimicked my shoulders and swatted a hand toward me, “Talk to me. Why would you think you’d ruin my night if you didn’t feel good?” 

Dropping my arms by my side I pressed my lips together and held in a sigh. Toying with the bottle in front of my chest nervously, I half shrugged, then rolled my head back with a groan.

“I told you I didn’t feel good,” I whispered.

“What?” Jade cocked her head to the side, pointing an ear toward me. Clenching my jaw, I dropped my soft glare to hers.

“I told you. Last night. I didn’t feel good,” I said clearly. Watching the gears shift in her brain behind her gorgeous eyes, I finished the water she brought me and walked away from her to toss it into the garbage just on the inside of the office door. 

When I turned back around I found that she hadn’t moved a muscle. Her eyes were checking me out, though. She loved it when I looked like this.

Last summer I’d do it on purpose. Smear some grease on my forehead, dirty my jeans, rip the neck of my t-shirt just a bit so that when she got her teeth on it she’d be able to tear it right off of me. I truly, honestly, don’t know what it is about girls finding guys attractive when they’re an absolute mess.

I’d come home sweaty, smelling like an old garage with bandages around my fingers, and she was a sucker for it. Personally, I didn’t get it.

“When did you tell me that?” she asked, and I immediately envisioned how she looked beside Chan last night.

“You asked me to dance with you, and I didn’t want to,” I said. She averted her gaze, glancing around the garage that was in disarray. It seemed this discussion was going to go on longer than expected, so I continued my work. Closing the hood of the Ford, I turned on the heels of my boots and started to straighten up the mess I had made.

“Nelly Furtado,” she said quietly. Giving her a look over my shoulder, I huffed a laugh and shook my head. “Oh, c’mon, I love Nelly Furtado.” The smile that danced on her lips convinced me to smile.

“Oh, I know,” I copied her tone, putting a couple of tools into a metal drawer, then I muttered to myself, “Can’t believe that’s what that makes you think of.”

“I was dancing with Chan, right?” 

“Sure were,” I sang, bending over to gather a wrench that laid partially beneath a tire- where I wished to be at the moment.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” her tone took a wicked turn.

Tossing the wrench into the drawer, I spun around with furrowed brows. “…What?”

“You make it sound like I was doing something wrong, like it’s a crime to have fun with my friends.”

Taking a breath, I grumbled, “I never said that.”

“Then, how come, every time Chan gets brought up you get all pissy. You know he’s my best friend, you’ve never been able to accept that. Whenever he’s around…”

I turned it off.

Whichever part of my anatomy was listening to her, I turned it off.

I finished straightening up my work space in the minutes it took for her to tell me off, leaving me with enough time to hear her say, “You don’t even try with Minho anymore.”

I’ve never moved faster, turning myself around to flash her a glare that could kill.

“Don’t I?” I balled my fingers into fists.

“He says you don’t.”

“You saw us last night at the bar, right? We were having a fantastic time,” I sneered. “Didn’t it seem like it?”

Jade, who still had her arms folded, shrugged. “I guess, I dunno, I was a little drunk.”

“Then let me clear it up for you,” I said, taking three steps toward her. “He found me after the panic attack Felix told you all about.” Her eyes show no sign of cracking, she was maintaining her ground. I wasn’t even sure when this became a competition. “Me and Felix were fine, things were good, I was good, and then he came over with his little puppy dog on a leash, and the two of them harassed Felix.” 

If she wasn’t going to question what Minho made me think she was going to question- I was not going to bring it up.

“What they said, the word they used?” I couldn’t imagine what my face looked like. “Felix doesn’t care who knows he’s gay, he told us himself months ago that he’s been out since he was fifteen.”

Jade blinked a couple of times and focused down on the concrete.

“Your friends made a shitty move,” I said, nodding. “There isn’t a person on earth who should use that word. It’s disgusting.” 

“My friends,” she said, looking back up at me.

“Yeah,” I dug. “Your friends. My friends don’t talk to people that way.”

Her lips parted to throw something back at me, but she hesitated and snapped her jaw shut. I knew what she wanted to say. I could see it on her face.

What friends?

“I didn’t know that happened,” she opted to say instead. Folding my hands together I let them dangle in front of my thighs as I leaned backward to rest my body against one of the workbenches.

“Well, it’s not like Felix was just gonna tell anybody he got belittled, was he?”

Jade jabbed a finger toward her heart. “He’s my friend too, Jinnie. They all are. Felix is too nice, he’s not going to start something for no reason.”

My temper almost snapped. “No reason? They fucking called him-”

“Don’t yell at me! I’m not the one who said it,” her own anger shone in her eyes, much like mine. “God, we can’t even have one conversation without you screaming.”

“Without- are you kidding?” I sighed heavily, a sadistic smile appearing on my lips. “If you listened to me I wouldn’t have to do that.”

Jade snickered and shook her head. “And what am I supposed to do with…” her voice trailed off as she dropped her arms to her side and slouched over a bit. With her voice flat as can be, shot me an empty look to groan, “This.” She stood up and adjusted her posture. “So annoying.”

My heart twisted. It twisted until I thought I was going to go dizzy and fall to the dusty ground of this garage.

“Yet you’re still with me,” I muttered as loud as I could. Her expression went wild. There were a few seconds of silence. I thought it had happened, that this was the break up. It was extremely unclear what this entire discussion had done, but one thing was for sure, neither of us knew how to fix it.

“Felix mentioned he’s free tonight if you want to hang out at Haven,” Jade said quickly. “So you don’t have to be alone, and so he can… check in with you about yesterday.” 

The sudden switch in subjects made it obvious that Jade didn’t have anything else to say. That, or she didn’t want to follow my comment up with a single thought of her own. 

And that was what I was dying for most.

The anger boiling beneath my skin calmed like crazy at the mention of Felix and his invitation, but it was weird to feel excited about seeing him while standing here in front of Jade.

If I was going to be his friend though, it was normal. This was normal. Two friends going out for a drink to catch up, to hang out, to chill. That’s what people did with one another.

Jade’s mask slipped for half of a second as she watched me ponder over the invite, and I knew I could tell that she was worried.

“I had no idea you two were that close,” she said. Shrugging in response, not to purposely annoy her, I folded my arms over my torso.

“It’s probably just because of last night,” I said. “He’s- You know what he does for work… right?” 

“I do,” Jade nearly snapped. She took in my quiet being for a minute before she said, “Have fun, I guess.” She started to walk out of the garage, taking her time, letting her feet drag over the ground like she had more to say. “Don’t drink too much,” she mumbled.

Popping my brows, I said, “Don’t have to worry about that, Felix is a good boy.” Jade glanced back at me fast, pausing her stroll.

“Right,” she narrowed her eyes.

“No, I mean it,” I said. “He didn’t even drink last night. If it’s just us I don’t know if I’ll even have one.” The derogatory chuckle that slipped past her lips made me sick.

“Okay,” was all she said before leaving me alone in the garage, either heading to work early or stopping by Chans for a while to complain about me.

I didn’t have much brain power left to process what had just happened, so instead of letting it bug me I decided to push it aside and bring it up later with Felix. I knew he was going to ask about it, he could probably help me decipher whether or not this relationship could be patched up- if I ask him as a friend.

Turning the radio off I snatch a towel from the workbench to pat down my forehead to my neck, and sling it around my shoulders as I take myself into the office and sit back in one of the black leather swiveling chairs. There were two in this single roomed building, black leather chairs from my boss's old home that his wife wanted to get rid of. This entire room was full of things he wasn’t allowed to keep anywhere else. Old baseball photos were on the wall and his desk, knick knacks of all sorts from trips and kids projects littered the shelves… It was homey in the best way.

Taking a breath in the cool air, I sit quietly for a couple of minutes and let my brain go blank. No thoughts of Jade, no thoughts of Haven, no thoughts of break ups, but a tiny, miniscule thought lingered behind. A thought that made me consider calling Felix instead of Sharon-Sherry first, just to tell him that I’d meet him at the bar tonight.

Snatching the phone off the set I press it to my ear, the flat dial tone buzzing without end. Staring down at the numbers, I hesitated, then huffed a laugh. I didn’t know his number by heart. I’d have to wait until Sharon-Sherry picked up her car to call him from home. Gathering the appropriate paperwork, I gave the woman a ring and told her the Ford was ready, acquiring another sweet set of words from her motherly instincts. It’s as if she could tell I grew up without one.

The family showed up within the hour, all four of them pulling up in the husbands pick up that desperately needed new tires, but I figured I’d let them come to me when they were ready. Already complaining about other companies' prices prior to their appointment with me, they didn’t need another expense right this second.

Their sons tumbled out of the backseat in their soccer jerseys with dirty knees and disheveled hair, trailing directly behind their mother like little ducks in a row. They hurried to the car and peeked around at it, babbling questions to me, asking me how I fixed it and what I had done. 

Sharon-Sherry, who was actually Shelley, was talking over them as any mother would and took care of her bill with another soft smile. She thanked me for cleaning the windows that I had done while I waited for them to arrive, cupped my cheek one last time, and ushered her children into the vehicle.

The youngest, Felix, turned around to look at me where I stood in the doorway of the office, propped against the doorway on my shoulder. He smiled wide, missing a front tooth, waved, and said, “Thank you for helping my mom!”

Children were strange little beings. I didn’t exactly hate them, but I didn’t love them. This one, however, with chubby cheeks and a red Gatorade stain on his upper lip- this one was adorable. He got me to smile, and he even got a small wave in return.

Jumping up into the Ford, the boy reached to shut the door with two of his hands and buckled his seatbelt once he was settled. Listening to his mother as she spoke to the two of them, Shelley started the car and didn’t give me another look. Felix did, though. As his mother pulled out of the garage, he smiled at me until his little head couldn’t turn any further.

Shelley seemed like a good mom. I guess kids weren’t all that bad, it just mattered who was raising them.

Closing up shop, I left the paystub on my boss’s desk and clocked out, locking the office door on the front of the building. Leaving through the one that took me into the garage, I locked it as well and gathered my things from the shelf above one of the toolboxes, shoving my wallet deep into my back pocket.

It took me fifteen minutes total to get home after I pulled the garage shut. Taking my time once I got to my building, for no other reason than to possibly avoid Jade, I unlocked my apartment door quietly. Stepping inside into the air conditioning and closed curtains, nobody was home. I was unsure why it irked me though, Jade not being here. It’s not like after the argument we had she’d be here waiting for me, so why was I expecting her to be?

Over by the phone there was a small piece of paper with Felix’s name written on it followed by a number, in Jades handwriting. The tiny smiley face below it that she had drawn must’ve been an attempt to lessen the blow after coming to confront me at work. She was meticulous, she knew I’d come home and see it, she knew we were going to have a blown out of proportion conversation because that's how we rolled.

If she was out for the night, then so be it. I was too.

Dialing his number I waited with baited breath for the thick Aussie accent to bless my ears, and when it did swiftly, and deeply, I smiled bigger than I had all day.

“Hello?” Was all he had to say to flood my chest with warmth.

“Hi,” I began, twisting the phone cord around my finger. “I, uh, got your message.” 

“Hyunjin,” it seemed Felix sighed. “Hey, how are you?”

“Fine,” my shoulders wanted to live beside my ears today. “Just got home from work, I need a shower.” A gentle laugh rumbled through the line from his end and I wanted to claw my fingers in my hair.

“Busy day?” Felix asked. Leaning my back against the counter top, the phone cord wrapped around my torso, stretching with me as I spun around.

“Not really,” I said. “Today was easy, only one appointment.”

“Was it something crazy?” It sounded like Felix had just woken up. Either that or he was really comfortable, relaxed. His voice was twice as deep as usual.

“Not at all, typical maintenance stuff I guess,” I said. “The lady was nice. She had a kid that had your name. He was a trip.” Nibbling my bottom lip, I smiled even wider hearing another laugh come through the phone.

“He’s a bad kid?”

Shaking my head as if he could see me before I answered, I said, “No. Not at all. He was respectful.”

“That’s really sweet,” Felix said. I could tell he was smiling too.

“I met him before I fixed up their car,” I said, then my voice dropped several decibel’s. “Made me think of you.”

Felix took a deep breath, I could hear it. There's a slight rustling around on his side, like he was sitting up, or laying down, either one, before he said, “I was thinking about you too.” 

“Hope you didn’t hurt yourself in the process,” I joked, and he scoffed straight away.

“Don’t you dare start self-deprecating already,” he laughed again. 

I couldn’t help but laugh with him. “Sorry, it’s a habit I guess.” 

“Enough of it,” he said. “You sound like you’re having a much better day than yesterday, don’t sabotage it.”

Bobbing my head, I pressed my lips together. “Does it sound terrible if I say that’s because I spent most of the day alone?”

His end is quiet for longer than before, Felix pondering over what I’ve said. It did sound terrible to say that aloud, and the more time between him saying things made it worse.

“No,” he finally spoke, and I released a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. “I mean, maybe, but… You know when you feel your best, it’s okay to chase that feeling, you should chase that feeling.”

“Great, so I’ll see you at seven?” I sighed quickly, catching him right at the end of his sentence. Felix is silent once more.

“Yeah,” he nearly whispered. “I’ll see you at seven. Enjoy your shower.” We both laughed together before muttering quiet goodbyes. 

The call made me feel good. I was going to chase that feeling.

A few minutes past seven I tiptoed into Haven. There weren’t any recognizable cars in the parking lot so it seemed like I was in the clear, even though I was meeting Felix here as a friend. Anxiety holed up in my chest below my heart on the drive over here. Running into other people who are considered my friends wasn’t on the to do list for the evening, and I wasn’t prepared to deal with it.

Yanking the heavy door open, another thing I wanted to change about this place, I walked straight over to the bar without a single glance anywhere else. I beelined for a stool, I almost ran. With a deep breath I rested my elbow on the wood and placed my chin on my fist. 

The music was loud and made me cringe, and the people nose to nose that occupied every square inch of the concrete floor were speaking at a volume that had them yelling at one another. Amazing Haven.

A familiar face greets me from behind the bar, her curly blonde hair pulled back into a twisted bun tonight instead of dangling at her shoulders. With a smile she leaned forward and pointed behind me.

“Are you supposed to be over there?” Dina asked cheekily, giggling as I whipped my head to follow her direction. Felix was sitting at one of the high top tables in the back corner with his legs crossed and his thumb nail between his teeth.

His blonde hair wasn’t styled, it was unruly and free, just brushing his eyelashes and the nape of his neck. Around his neck he wore a skinny silver chain that hugged his skin snuggly, complimenting the pastel blue t-shirt he was wearing. As my eyes drew further down his body, my breath hitched within my throat. The shirt was cropped at the bottom, resting above the waist of his jeans, and with the way he was sitting with his legs crossed, one side had risen exposing the smallest sliver of sun kissed skin.

“He got here a few minutes ago,” Dina said, popping her brows when I looked at her. “Wandered in here with his eyes all big. I was wondering who he was looking for ‘cause none of your other friends are here.” She smirked. “Now it makes sense.”

Clearing my throat, I tucked my dark, clean hair behind my ear and shifted on the stool awkwardly. “You got to know us pretty fast.”

Dina shrugged. “Yeah, well, Minho works here. He talks about you guys all the time.”

Rolling my eyes I muttered, “I’m sure he does.” Glancing at Felix who hadn’t spotted me yet, his eyes were drawn to the people dancing in the middle of the room, I spun back around and leaned toward Dina. “Can I get a water… and a Sprite.”

“Water and a Sprite,” she smiled. “Go sit with your boyfriend, I’ll bring it back to you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I said quickly and quietly, my eyes probably ogling out of my head. That would’ve been a fun one for her to tell Minho. Peeking at whoever was beside me, praying it wasn’t a muscley man, I asked, “Why would you even think that?” My stomach flopped. Dina nodded her head slow, letting her eyes draw from Felix to me.

She whispered, “I’m gay.” 

“Oh,” I sighed. Relief rushed through my veins. There was something comforting about her telling me this, having only known me for about twenty four hours.

“I could feel it between you two,” she said. “Friends don’t giggle at each other the way you two were gigglin’ at each other, dude. Plus, everytime you look at him you stink the place up with your fuckin’ pheramones like a lady in-”

“Okay!” I laughed, slapping a hand on the wood to cut her off. Dina grins, proud. Dropping my gaze to the bar, I released a breath and slouched a bit. 

“I won’t say anything,” she said, making me look up at her. The look on her face read understanding, and safety. “I heard Han and Minho last night, what they were saying. I’m actually a little disappointed ‘cause I thought Minho was cool.”

Another roll of my eyes was a satisfying response to her.

“I get it,” she said. “That’s what I mean. And I’m hoping this place doesn’t turn into a homophobe sanctuary.” She laughed at herself. “You’re safe with me. Now, go. You look happy when you talk to him.”

I followed her instruction and stood up, facing the back of the bar with my lips pressed together. Waiting for only a few seconds, I took a deep breath and started for Felix. Felix who looked really pretty. Glancing down to myself and my dark clothes I only hoped that he wouldn’t judge what I was wearing, it seemed he always knew how to dress himself, I didn’t want to look like a schlub next to him. 

His sharp jaw was clenched, pointed directed toward the dance floor, he barely noticed me walking toward him until I was a few feet away. Shooting me a look with wide eyes, he broke out into a small smile and sat forward, his arms still folded over his chest.

“Hi,” he said, watching me as I sat down in the chair across from him. The round table put about two feet of space between us.

“Hey,” I said, sitting backward, smiling at him. He didn’t respond right away, instead his gaze was fixated on mine, then it danced around my appearance, probably analyzing me, or whatever his therapist brain was trained to do. The smile was still on his face though, despite him studying my energy.

“How was your shower?” he teased, laying his hands on the table.

Shaking my head, I laughed. “Was fantastic, thanks for asking.”

“Of course,” he said. “I’m glad it was fantastic, you deserve it.”

If anyone was looking, if there was a single soul watching us, I’m positive our cheesy grins were insufferable. Neither of us had stopped.

“Did you work today?” I asked. His brown eyes softened as he shook his head.

“Not today,” he said. “I get off on Thursdays, but I’ll be there all day tomorrow.”

“Thursday’s your only day off?” I asked, my smile dropping finally, pulling into a frown.

Felix shook his head. “During the week it is, I still have weekends.” 

Dina approached our table with two glasses in one hand and two shots in the other, making Felix question me with his brows. “Here we go boys,” she said happily. Then, with a wink to us both she said, “Enjoy. This rounds on me, but, shift change.” She gestured toward the bar. “I’ll see you guys again.”

Felix had the view of her walking away, and once she was out of ear shot he flashed me a grin. “What is this?”

Picking up the shot she had placed in front of me, I smelled it and huffed a laugh. “I only ordered the drinks, I didn’t know she was gonna do this.” Tipping the shot glass toward him I shrugged. “You don’t have to drink it.”

“Is this what I think it is?” he asked, taking a sip of the soda out of the straw. To his delight, he smacked his lips once and laughed aloud, swatting one of my hands. “You’re so funny.” Nibbling my bottom lip I glanced at my lap and blushed, smiling entirely too big.

“I had to,” I said. “You love it.” Our eyes met as he took another sip and nodded.

Placing the glass on the table, Felix said, “I’m flattered you remember.”

“It was only last night,” I shrugged, furrowing my brows the slightest.

“Yeah, but, you were drinking,” he said, his tone calm enough that it didn’t disrupt my nervous system. “Things get a little blurry.”

“Something like that,” I agreed, bobbing my head. Felix gave me a soft smile, then took both shot glasses in his hands and insisted I take it. “What?” I questioned, raising a brow.

“Let’s do it,” he said. Cupping the little glass, I dropped my chin just enough to eye him curiously. “I’m serious!”

“You don’t have to.” My tentative tone made him pout. Now my nervous system has jolted. Those big eyes and squished lips were dangerous. I’ve never had so many butterflies in my stomach at once. “You work tomorrow, and it’s just us here, we don’t need to drink, I mean.”

A foot of his stretches underneath the table to tap one of my ankles. “You really are funny,” he said. “I can handle a shot, Hyunjin.” I retaliate and tap his ankle next, but with both of my feet to trap it.

“I just wanted to make sure,” I said, letting my voice lilt playfully. Sitting forward to rest my chest against the table, I squeeze his ankle between my feet and tug it toward me. His entire chair moved beneath him, the legs scooting closer to the table, closer to me.

“Oh my god!” he laughed, gripping the edge of the wood. Letting his leg go free, placing mine on the rungs of the chair below, I held the shot up toward him and smirked. Felix copied me, a shit eating smirk appearing on his lips as he held the shot out.

Under the table his foot found mine again, but this time it danced up my shin as he re-crossed his own legs, letting his foot rest against the inside of my knee. Perking a brow, he tapped the rim of his glass to mine and knocked it back without a cringe to my amazement. Someone doing a shot shouldn’t be as hot as that was.

He put the glass down and licked his lips, dragging his thumb over the bottom one all while keeping his eyes locked on mine. My parted lips gave me away, and he laughed.

“C’mon,” he mumbled, taking the glass from me. Watching him move, he pressed the glass to my lips and tipped it backward, my body following the unspoken directions, tilting my chin back so the vodka could go right down my throat. He didn’t have to say a word, my body reacted to him in an instant.

I swallowed and looked at him. We were both shocked by what had just happened, his hands were frozen in front of me holding an empty shot glass.

Last night Felix told me he didn’t do cheaters. Last night Felix stopped me from making a mistake by kissing him. I hadn’t told him a lick of what has happened with Jade since then, and here he was dangling his foot between my knees and caressing my chin with his fingers feeding me a shot of alcohol.

It must’ve been a collective realization because he quickly pulled his leg back, shifting sideways in his chair to lean against the back of it, putting more space between us. His ring filled fingers were folded and placed in his lap where I couldn’t reach them.

“Sorry,” he said with a single nod. I still hadn’t moved, I was leaning over the wood.

“S’okay,” I laughed. “You got me back for yesterday.”

Felix closed his eyes for a moment to laugh with me. “So, what? We’re even now?” he asked, flashing me a look.

Pursing my lips, I nodded. “Yeah, we’re even.”

“So, we can start over?” he asked. Cocking my head sideways, I narrowed my eyes. “Last night, and… now. We can start over. It never happened.”

“Oh,” I sighed. What an interesting concept, starting over. If it was possible for Felix, I’m sure it’d be possible for me as well. “Yeah, we can start over.” The smile that took over his plush lips made me melt.

“So, Hyunjin,” Felix started, resting his arms on the table, leaning toward me once again. “What do you do for work?” The playful, sarcastic interest in his eyes made me laugh. This was going to be too much fun.

An hour or so passed and the two of us had talked about absolutely everything. Felix heard about work, and I heard about his, and after the jokes had dissipated things got a little more serious and I brought up Jade and what had happened earlier today in the garage. Not a detail was spared, he heard it all. For some reason, around Felix, no matter what we were discussing, I was unable to hide anything.

He told me about their phone call, and he apologized for telling Jade about my panic attack, but he assumed that she and I would’ve talked when we had gotten home. I told him what happened instead, leaving out the part where he was on my mind.

Okay, maybe I was able to hide something from him. This was still brand new, and I wanted him to be a friend, and we technically just started over, so I didn’t want to ruin anything.

Another hour after that we were discussing our families, and I found out that he was a middle child sandwiched between sisters who lived in Australia together. His entire family moved out here a couple of years ago because of his father and work, but once his eldest sister was of age she moved back home with the youngest of the three. By that time Felix had been close to graduating and was already working where he’s currently employed, so he decided to stay.

Discussing my family wasn’t on my list of favorite things to do, so when the conversation shifted over to myself I attempted to ask him more about his. Felix, directly beside me, having switched seats at some point within the night, shook his head and insisted that I tell him about my life, that he wanted to hear about it.

A part of me didn’t want to because of the therapist within him, but then again the other part of me had never been asked about myself on this level of depth. Nor had anyone ever wanted to listen, or wanted to know.

It came out slow, and he hung onto every word, keeping quiet, letting me tell my story the way that I wanted to. He didn’t interrupt, even to ask why. The slight raise in brows in the center of his forehead was enough to keep me going, to keep me talking. Even when I brought up what high school was like with my drunk of a father, how he’d stopped caring long before I even went in, and I had to hold the four years together on my own, and that was when I had started drinking myself… Felix took my arm in his hand and caressed the muscle with his thumb, his gaze holding an ocean of empathy for me.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, inches away from me.

With a shrug I said, “It’s okay. That’s over now.”

“When was the last time you spoke to him?” Felix asked, squeezing my arm for support.

“The truth?” I questioned, and he nodded. “When I graduated from school. High school.” The way his face screwed up in pain as if he was the one to go through what I had hurt my heart. This empathetic creature had a big storm coming if he wanted to keep me close. “I moved in with Changbin as soon as possible, then we went to college together.”

“How’d you get through school?” he asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

I shifted closer to him, letting my shoulder rest against his. “No, it’s fine,” I said. “I, uh, reached out to my family when I wanted to go, while I was still in my senior year, and my grandfather- My moms dad. He helped me some of the way. I think in some ways I thank my mom, like she was looking out for me, or something, I dunno it probably sounds cheesy. I ended up getting a scholarship ‘cause I’m pretty good at school believe it or not. Think I get that from her, ‘cause I sure don’t get it from my dad.”

Felix was focused on my lips while I spoke, and his body weight was falling into mine like he couldn’t get close enough.

“That’s beautiful,” he said quietly, and I looked over at him. Our noses were inches apart. “She gave you a part of her to keep.” I smiled.

“I got her face, too,” I joked, wiggling my brows. “I look just like her.”

Felix smiled, eyes studying my features. “She must’ve been positively stunning.” 

“She was,” I whispered. “She was kind, too. And she loved to sing.” Felix took one of my hands in his, for comfort, unsure of how this was going to make me feel. Talking about my mother was hard, but around Felix it came easy.

“Do you like to sing?” he asked, the corners of his lips perking up. My eyes went wide as I shook my head.

“I’m not very good,” I half-groaned, making him laugh his beautiful laugh.

“When do you ever get the chance to?” he drew on. “I’m sure you’re good, don’t doubt yourself.” His fingers messed around with mine.

“If I'm in the garage alone, maybe I will,” I said. “Or, if I’m driving alone, maybe.”

“So no one’s ever heard you sing?” Felix squinted mischievously.

I smiled. “I try not to make unnecessary noise.” He laughs again, his head falling to my shoulder as the sound blesses my ears. “I’m serious!” I exclaimed. “Did I not just tell you about my dad? You think he wanted me to be singing around our house?!” The more things I said, the harder he laughed, but I knew he wasn’t laughing at me. “The guy passed out at two in the afternoon, I’m sure he would’ve loved being awoken by me belting Celine Dion when I got home from grade school.”

“Oh god, you’re gonna kill me!” Felix wrapped his arm that wasn’t occupied by my hand around his stomach, taking deep breaths to calm himself. Still face down on my shoulder, the laughter started up again as soon as it stopped.

“Now what?” I giggled with him.

“I’m sorry,” he sucked in a breath, “I can just imagine you as a kid scream singing in the shower or something, I just-” Lifting his head, there were tears rimming his eyes, and the sight was enough to make me lose it. Slapping the table a few times, Felix tips his head backward and screeches, “ANNND I-”

Several heads turn, unappreciative of the spontaneous display of Whitney Houston from the Aussie. With a cackle, I reach my other arm across him and pull him into my chest to shut him up. “I could’ve been Celine Dion herself, these people don’t know talent,” Felix said quickly between laughs and gulps of air.

My eyes shot open wide. “Who?!” Felix twists his brows and tilts his head. “Celine Dion? What? Who sings that song?”

“Whitney Houston!?” I cried, rocking us back and forth as we laughed even harder.

“I don’t know my women,” he said, sitting up in my arms to wipe the tears out of his eyes. My arms fell around his back, above his waist. The cropped shirt he was wearing had moved amongst the laughter, so my hands were barely touching the bare skin of his hips. 

“I don’t expect you to,” I said softly, teasingly. Felix dropped his hands into my lap and sighed with a goofy grin, his head lulling to the right.

As chaos ensued within Haven around us, the air between us fell still, and quiet. It wasn’t awkward, if anything it felt right, like this was where we were supposed to be- making fools out of ourselves when neither of us were drunk, not giving a shit about what people thought of us. It was the most free I’ve felt in ages, it was liberating, and it was because of Felix. He wanted to get to know me, for me. He wanted to listen to me, to listen to me. He was genuine, and he cared.

And the way his eyes shifted in this moment gave me a scare. A small one. I knew mine had changed as well, so it should’ve been no surprise. The strength in our gazes was incredibly magnetic, that once the world got dizzy, our foreheads touched, and I was looking down at him, feeling my heart flutter at the way he gazed up through his long lashes.

A hand slid up behind my neck, Felix’s fingers tangling in the hair on the nape of my neck, his nails on my scalp sending a shiver down my spine. Lips parted, he smiled, and his big eyes closed, as did mine. 

I could’ve flatlined right then and there.

He kissed me. He, Felix, kissed me.

It wasn’t a chaste, delicate kiss either. Felix kissed me in a way that rendered me thoughtless, like he’d been waiting years for this. His fingers tightened in my hair, keeping me close. Resting my hands on his back, I slid them up his shirt and pressed my fingers into his muscle, sighing within the kiss. He was tiny, but he was strong, I could literally feel it.

Between shared air and more kisses, his fingers twirled my hair around, messing with it to his heart's content. His rings nudged my scalp, the coolness of the metal adding to the comforting sensation.

And it was over before I knew it. Felix’s hand slipped down to my shoulder as he pulled away, sitting backward to look at me. I couldn’t read his expression, it was a mix of lust and uncertainty. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Taking my hands from around his back to his knees, I lowered my brows and shook my head.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I loved that.”

Felix pressed his lips together sheepishly. “Me too. I thought about that all night last night.”

Releasing a breath, I half laughed. “I thought about you all night last night.” Felix narrowed his eyes, remembering what I told him I did last night. “And I mean, all night.”

He took a deep breath. “What do you say, we have a drink, just one, then we can go? I work early, and this place is starting to give me a headache, anyway.” I accepted this as his acknowledgement, and smiled.

“I’d love one,” I said.

“Perfect,” he sighed, jumping out of the chair. “I’ll go, you stay here. Don’t run away on me.” He signaled to me and his eyes with two of his fingers and waltzed towards the bar without saying anything else.

Turning to face the table completely, straightening my posture out, I sat backward and scanned my surroundings, not realizing the place had filled up entirely while Felix and I had sat here for hours. Thursdays were popular, I guess, but then again, like always, this place was always full. Crossing my arms, I watched the people dance to the music and it didn’t make me want to vomit. For some reason, tonight it was tolerable.

Felix came back faster than he was gone, empty handed.

Sitting up, I smiled and started to ask, “Hey, do you maybe wanna-”

“Nope,” he said, his tone hushed and rushed. “I think we should go.”

My mouth was still open, mid-question asking, so I opted for a nod. 

“Uh, sure, yeah we can-”

“Minho’s at the bar,” Felix said. Shift change, Dina had told us. I didn’t even put two and two together.

Rage filled my entire being. Tightening my fists, I clenched my jaw just the same.

“What’d he say to you,” I growled.

Felix shook his head. “Nothing, I didn’t even make it up there. I saw him, and he saw me, and the look on his face, I just… He clearly saw me before I saw him, so I don’t know what else he saw.” There was a quiver in Felix’s voice that I had never heard before, it sounded like worry. And I was well aware of what came after worry. And I’ll be damned if it’s Minho who makes Felix feel that way.

“I swear to god,” I grumbled, leaping from my chair with persistence. Seconds away from storming over to the bar, Felix caught me by the arm and held me back. Turning, I looked down at him and his pleading eyes.

“Don’t,” he said firmly. “Let’s just go.”

“But, he-”

“No,” Felix said, giving my arm a squeeze. “We’re leaving. Please.”

His ‘please’ must’ve hit me just right. 

We were out of that bar without a measly second glance at Minho.

I knew some damage had been done. There was no way I was getting out of this one. This time I had a witness.

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[freyatarotreadings8]

Freya, who would you date based on astro signs?

Interesting question. Let’s do it.

Just for a note. My big 6: Sun in Aries XII, Taurus rising, Venus in Taurus I, Moon in Aquarius X, Mars (retrograde) in Scorpio VI, Mercury in Pisces XI.

Aries ♈️ it’s a bad idea to date the same sign as yours. it could be fun and so passionate, but eventually I don’t think it would work. We would argue a lot.

Taurus ♉️ we’d have lots in common. Both are stable, sensual, romantic and hedonistic. Nice wining and dining. But, I’d wait way too long for him making a move and I am impatient.

Gemini ♊️ lots of talk and so few of action. I’m a type who judge people for their actions not gratuitous speeches. I’d have some difficulties with trusting him. Two faced fella. Also I’d be satisfied intellectually. We’d enjoy adventures together. Good with his hands.

Cancer ♋️ such a homey cutie. I like that he’d be so protective and caring. However, his emotional ups and downs would make me roll my eyes. Take a chill pill or something. Cancer has a tendency to be manipulative and I don’t like such mind games. Gives a vibe of a guy with mommy issues.

Leo ♌️ oh, Lord. Yes, please. Any time! It’d a wonderful match made in the heaven. We’d understand each other so easily, so many things in common. Passionate lovers. I’d appreciate his kindness and generosity. Okay. His bossy nature is annoying. Also this thing “you’re only mine, but don’t possess me ever” is so meh.

Virgo ♍️ I don’t know how would I get interested in such guy. Sorry. Mr perfectionist would play on my nerves and vice versa because I don’t have a syndrome of being a good/perfect girl. I was born and raised as a rock start. Although I like smart cookies.

Libra ♎️ it’s the only air sign that I’m positive about, so yes! Honestly, I’d marry a Libra guy. Romantic, artistic, affectionate, great taste. We’d complete each other so well. Probably he’d be slightly intimidated by me. Also all Libras have a thing over love and relationships, so I like this part.

Scorpio ♏️ since I’m Taurus rising and my 7th house in Scorpio I’m attracted to such type. I’d love his intense nature. Fantastic sex. However, his secrecy and stalking tendencies would piss me off.

Sagittarius ♐️ such a lovely match. Free spirited and spiritual. We’d travel a lot and discover so many new things. However, Sag doesn’t have a vibe of being faithful.

Capricorn ♑️ kinda boring, but I’d give a try. I love entrepreneurs, I’d learn so many useful things from him. His dedication, leadership and stoic attitude would be inspiring.

Aquarius ♒️ I guess I’m done with this sign, however, I have 3 planets in this sign. I’d enjoy intellectual debates. His rebellious nature is so unique. He isn’t romantic at all, but dependable and unfortunately, there is a tendency to ghost others.

Pisces ♓️ hmm, way too sensitive as for me. I’d need to make the first move. I’d enjoy him being spiritual, intuitive, artistic. I don’t think that he’d proper articulate his needs and feelings.

[diviinitatis]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

— BASICS! ♡

NAME: Giulia / g

PRONOUNS: She/her

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single ✨

— THREE FACTS! ♡

I'm currently hyperfixated on Di/sco Ely/sium and it's the first and only media that I've ever fixated on as much as I have CoVT. It was also my very first video game so it'll forever have a special place in my heart❤️

I finally got an ADHD diagnosis and have unfortunately realized that I project it (or some form of neurodivergency) on most of my favorite characters-- D'Ablo most notably, turns out I've been writing him as ADHD for YEARS and just now realized it.

The cat that I say is my cat isn't actually mine, he's a family member's with some I live. However he is my baby and I love him so he's my cat ❤️ It's also mandatory that everyone sees him so pasted a picture under a read more at the end of this post you're welcome.

— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: Only tumblr. I joined tumblr rp in 2014 and I just like the slow pace, low-pressure format. Discord is too fast (and scary), twitter is too short-form and I am wordy as fuck, also it's twitter so gross.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: I like a combination of plotting and winging it! Usually the plots come from a meme or an unhinged 3 am message of "guess what I just thought of" and then we cry and scream for a while, and maybe it'll come to fruition, maybe not (and if it doesn't I treasure it regardless).

— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: I tend to write male characters more easily, not sure why, but I have no preference in terms of what gender my partners' muses are! Give me all the muses.

MULTI OR SINGLE MUSE: I love running a multi and I don't want to go back. Organization is so much easier, and it's all in one place. There is the trade-off that some people just don't want to interact with multis but we're all entitled to our preferences! I usually tend to interact more with multis as well but I'm not at all opposed to writing with single-muse blogs.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): I am not a fan of animated face claims.

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: I love me some fluff. I love slice of life interactions, some feel-good stuff, some character exploration that doesn't end in trauma.

ANGST: Speaking of trauma, I do love inflicting horrible trauma on fictional characters, even more than I like slice of life. Instead of slice of life, make it a slice off their body. Or, if that's not available, a slice off their mental wellbeing.

SMUT: I've come to appreciate smut as a good character development tool, so yes I am down for smut.

And to wrap up my kitty is below the cut ❤️

[ravagedarkness]

Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 33: Guy In The Chair

The call turned out to be a session in and of itself. It wasn’t anything major. It was an introductory session of sorts. But, still, I felt like I was already feeling progress. It wasn’t a lot of progress per se. I guess it was like… a baby learning to stand up.

“Well, let’s start with a bit of an introduction,” Jericho began over the phone. “I know some therapists tend to charge for the intake session, but I tend to give those free of charge for people in a certain line of work.” I had a feeling that the line of work in question was being a costumed hero. “With that said, allow me to introduce myself formally. As you already know, I’m Jericho Drumm. I live New Orleans, Louisiana, but I’m originally from Haiti – Port-au-Prince, to be exact. I still go there pretty regularly. Anyway, I have a bachelor’s degree from Xavier University of Louisiana and a master’s degree and doctorate from Tulane University – all in Psychology. I’m certified by the Louisiana State Board of Examiners of Psychologists. I’ve been in this field for about 13 years now – and yes, that includes the Blip Years. As you can probably guess, business was, for unfortunate reasons, very plentiful.”

I raised my eyebrows briefly. “Yeah,” I commented.

“How about yourself?”

“Well… as you know, I’m Peter Parker. I’m… currently working on my GED. Scott Summers is actually my teacher. I do plan on going to college. MIT is my goal. I’m currently living in Manhattan, but I was born in and spent most of my life in Queens, so I consider that my home borough. Beyond that… I’m a freelance photographer for The Daily Bugle… which is ironic since I’m in a certain line of work, where I work with Scott.” I chuckled. “But, yeah, I think that’s about all I can say for now.”

Jericho made a noncommittal sound. “Okay. And why are you seeking therapy?”

“My girlfriend thinks I need professional help and I agree. I’m… I went through a lot these last few years – especially during the last several months. So… yeah.”

“I see. Have you ever been in therapy before?”

“No.”

“And what are you looking for? What do you expect?”

I was given a bit of pause for a moment. I then sighed. “…I don’t know about expectations. What I do hope for is that… maybe I can get to a point where I don’t feel like everything good in my life isn’t going always to slip away or be taken away from me. …Am I making sense?”

“You are,” Jericho said reassuringly. “Since I think we hit the point where we can’t talk much more without revealing certain details, allow me to tell you how things are going to go. Making appointments will be on you. I understand that life is likely extremely busy for you, so I won’t take it personal if you take a lot of time between appointments – I have clients who have had years between appointments. Anyway, once I get your e-mail, I’ll send you a link so we can video chat. Said link is extremely secure, so feel free to be rather open when we do chat. But, for the sake of safety, I’m heavily encouraging you to use a VPN and make sure you’re in a secure place. Also, confidentiality is a two way street with us. Understood?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good. Now, let’s talk risks and benefits…”

The rest of the day went by as normal. After I made by daily trip to Peter Pan, I went home and gathered my supplies for the study night. Not wanting to risk another encounter with Scorpion, I decided to take an Uber over to MJ’s place.

During the car ride, I sat in the back seat of a yellow Ford Taurus. The driver was listening to a news report on the radio regarding my fight with Scorpion.

“…while no civilians were hurt in the clash, the fight resulted in sizeable property damage, including wrecked cars and a damaged fire hydrant. For better or for worse, the fight between Spider-Man and Scorpion was put to an end when Frictor, another masked vigilante and a member of the group known as the X-Men – which also includes Spider-Man – arrived on the scene and drove Scorpion off with an automatic rifle. Reaction towards the skirmish has been rather polarized on social media. While a lot of people pointed to this fight as another example for the need of The Accords, there has been a lot of pushback from those who believe that Justin Hammer created a problem by making a solution for an issue that didn’t need fixing in the first place…”

The driver sighed as she turned off the radio.

“Serves Scorpion right,” the driver commented, her voice colored with a Jamaican accent.

“I take it you’re not a fan of Scorpion,” I inquired, wanting to make small talk. At that, she scoffed.

“Nah, not even a little bit.” She shook her head. “All Scorpion did was make more trouble. They want to crack down on all of the vigilantes in New York, but they’re the ones helping out in this city. If the government was able to do their job, they would have done so already.” She chuckled. “Besides, Spider-Man has been nothing but good for us. A video ‘proving’ he killed Mysterio is not going to make me think any different.”

I smiled as I looked out the window. “I agree, Miss…”

“Mousie,” she said. I looked up at the rearview mirror to see her gazing back at me. I could tell she was smiling. "Good to see another Spider-Man fan.”

After I was dropped off, I took a moment to give Mousie five stars before I headed up. Once I reached MJ’s door, I knocked on it five times. I lowered my hand and waited. A few moments later, the door opened, revealing MJ on the other side, who was dressed in a black t-shirt with matching sweatpants.

“Hey Dork,” she greeted as she stepped aside.

“Hey Em,” I replied as I walked in. The two of us shared a brief kiss before I started taking off my shoes. “Is Ned here?”

“Yeah, he’s just using the bathroom. We’re set up in the living room, so have a seat.”

I made my way over to the living room. I took a seat on the sofa. On the coffee table was a bowl of nachos, a bowl of queso dip, and two cans of Coca-Cola, along with a couple of textbooks and notebooks. I heard the sound of a fridge opening and closing. I looked over my shoulder to see MJ walking towards me with a can of Coke. She handed the can towards me. I took it graciously.

“Thanks, Em,” I said in earnest.

“Anytime, Loser,” she replied as she took a seat next to me. “So, how was your day?”

“It was… interesting,” I told her. “…There’s a chance I might be in California this upcoming weekend.”

At that this, MJ smiled wryly. “Are you going Hollywood on me?”

I scoffed and shook my head. “No. It’s just… Scott, Craig, and Kitty got a text way early in the morning. There’s a good chance that said text came from Carmilla.”

MJ’s eyebrows furrowed up as she tilted her head. “Who?”

“Carmilla Black. She’s a former X-Men and was actually living with the others about six months before we all met them. And… she’s also Craig’s ex. They had a bit of a falling out. But, the text was written in this code that only Scott, Carmilla, Kitty and Craig know. Craig really wanted to get out there as soon as possible. Problem is the coordinates were in the middle of California’s part of the Sonoran Desert. So, Scott wants to make sure the text is legit before he decides to go out there.”

“Is Craig okay?” MJ asked.

“He will be, I think,” I replied. “He really wants to make sure she’s okay.” I sighed sadly as I remembered the talk Craig and I had on the roof. I then smiled slightly. “On a lighter note, though… I finally found a therapist to talk to.”

“That’s awesome, Loser!” MJ turned in her seat and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled me into a tight embrace, which I returned. “Seriously, I’ve been afraid that you’d burn yourself out, with what has been happening recently between you and Scorpion.”

“So was I.” I pulled away a bit, just enough so I could look MJ in the eye. “Fortunately, I had some people save me from my own stupidity.”

At that, MJ scoffed. “We’ll be doing that a lot,” she jested.

“I know you’re joking… but you’re right,” I replied.

“I usually am.” MJ leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine for a brief kiss.

“I’m grateful for that.”

We kissed again. This kiss wasn’t brief. As our lips moved against each other, we both ended up leaning against the backrest and headrest of the sofa. I turned by body, bringing my left knee on the cushion to get more comfortable. Right after that, I got lost in the kiss. I no longer cared about studying. The only thing I cared about at that moment was MJ. The only other thing I was still aware of was the sofa we were on – it could have been picked up by a tornado, and I would neither know nor care.

Unfortunately, we were interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. We both parted and looked towards Ned, who gave us a halfhearted glare.

“I leave you alone for one minute, and you decided to start a make out session with Peter?” he chided MJ. “We’re here to study Trigonometry, not Anatomy!”

From the corner of my eye, I saw MJ pout. “You and Betty make out around me all the time, but I never say anything!” she shot back.

Ned raised his eyebrows as he leaned forward. “Yes you do! You always do! Just yesterday, you asked Betty what my vocal cords taste like! People were around us! They were grossed out!”

“Well maybe next time, you and Betty won’t start a make out session in the middle of the lunch line! The one time I decide to just get lunch from school, I have to see you and Betty trading spit like Pokémon cards!”

“You’re just mad because Peter’s not on campus with you!”

As the two went back and forth, I just watched them. It was a hilarious sight. But it was also relieving and poignant for me. Once again, I was reminded that I had Ned and MJ back in my life. And that made me happy.

Eventually, we did get to studying. We went over Sum and Difference formulas. We spent about three hours on it, not including the snack breaks we took. I made sure to take great notes – I wanted to be able to test into Calculus when I go to college. After the study session, the three of us got settled in for a movie. MJ wanted something dark and broody. Ned wanted something with action. I decided to split the difference by suggesting New Police Story. After we agreed on it, we all sat on the couch. Well, that wasn’t quite true. Ned was leaned up against my right arm. Meanwhile, MJ was curled up on my lap. It was just like the old days, during the time between MJ and I kissing in London and when The Daily Bugle helped Mysterio posthumously expose me.

It was a beautiful time.

However, things came to an end when the phone vibrated in my pocket. I used the remote to pause the movie before I looked down at MJ.

“Sorry, Sweetie, but I need you to move,” I told her apologetically. She moaned in disappointment, but she moved, sitting up and crossing her arms.

“Someone better be dying,” she deadpanned. I chuckled. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I looked at the cracked screen.

It was Kitty.

I answered the phone and put it to my ear.

“Hello,” I greeted.

“Hey Peter,” she replied. “…Are you alone?”

“No. I’m with Ned and MJ at the moment. Is everything okay?”

“…Sort of. Well, not really. I hit a snag on our group project. I was trying to track down the message we got this morning, but it turns out, the text was sent via e-mail.”

“…Wait, you can do that?” From the corner of my eye, I saw Ned look at me.

“As a matter of fact you can. It’ll take a bit of time, but we’ll figure it out. I just wanted to give you a bit of an update, and…”

“I can help with that,” Ned said aloud.

Kitty was given pause. “Excuse me?”

“Hold on, I’m putting you on speaker,” I stated before I put the cellphone on speaker and placed it on the coffee table.

“I was saying I can help with that,” Ned continued. “I have some programs in my laptop, and I have it with me. If you want, we can come over to where you guys are at, and I can track down where the email is from.”

“Ned… I know your hacking skills are quite impressive. But I don’t want you or MJ involved in this. The last thing I want you to do is unwittingly do something that’ll put a target on your back.”

“I can handle that, Kitty,” Ned assured. “You know, I hacked Peter’s suit – the one using Stark tech. So, tracking down a text via email shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”

“And besides, the more help you get, the quicker you guys can find out what’s going on with Carmilla,” MJ added. I didn’t say anything. I low key agreed with Kitty. I didn’t want Ned and MJ to get hurt. But, Ned is Guy In The Chair, and MJ was… MJ. We were a trio – half the time, wherever one went, we all went.

“…Okay, give me your location – Craig is picking you guys up.”

About thirty minutes later, Craig arrived. We made our way down and piled into his SUV. As he drove, we all remained silent. Craig was listening to music. I would later find out that he was listening to Delusional by Tech N9ne. We knew he was in a certain mood and that it was best that we didn’t try to talk to him, no matter how much I wanted to.

Eventually, we arrived at the garage where the X-Men kept their vehicles. After we exited Craig’s SUV, he beckoned us to follow him with his right hand. He walked over to a set of five light switches that were on a wall. They were all in the off position. Craig flipped them on and off in a certain sequence. After that, I heard the sound of a lock disengaging before a part of the floor opened up.

“A trapdoor?” MJ said.

“Yup,” Craig replied. He walked up to it. We followed him and watched as he made his way down a set of stairs. We descended after him. He stopped briefly at a red button and pressed it. Behind us, the trapdoor closed and locked. He then walked forward. As we followed him, we ended up in somewhat large room. There was a roundtable with chairs, a small counter with a Keurig machine, a fridge, a wooden cabinet, and a computer with three monitors on top of a large desk. Kitty was sitting at the desk, and Scott was at the table, sipping a cup of coffee.

“I got them,” Craig called out, getting the attention of Scott and Kitty.

“Hey guys,” Kitty replied as she turned in her seat. “Welcome to the underground.”

“Do your best to help us,” Scott said to Ned. “But there’ll be no hard feelings if you can’t. Tell us what we need to do.”

“I’m going to need one of your cellphones and a cord,” Ned stated. Craig pulled out his cellphone and walked up to Ned. He handed the device over. After that, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his charger. He pulled the cord out of the charging box and handed it over to Ned. “Thank you." Craig nodded quietly.

Ned walked over to the round table and took a seat. During this, Scott and Kitty stood up from their seats and joined Craig, MJ, and I behind Ned. Ned took a couple of minutes to boot up his laptop. After that, he booted up a couple of programs. One was a custom VPN he often used when he talked with me during my Spider-Man activities prior to The Spell. He took a moment to set the location for Antarctica. After that, he ran another program. This one showed a black and white map of the world covered in red dots.

“What is that?” MJ asked.

“It’s a map of every cell tower on Earth,” Ned replied. “It can also show every server on Earth, too.” After he connected the charging cord to his laptop, Ned connected Craig’s phone to the cord. As the screen on the phone lit up, Craig reached over for it. He tapped in a code, unlocking it. He then went through the settings to allow data transfer for the phone. He backed off after that, letting Ned continue his work. Ned went through Craig’s phone via his laptop before he found the file for Craig’s texts. “Which text are we looking for?”

“It should be the most recent one,” Craig replied.

Ned nodded before he switched programs. Using the program, he went through Craig’s phone again. After pulling up the message, he tapped at the keyboard of his computer a few times before the map was pulled up again. Several of the dots flashed yellow until there were two yellows dots. There was one in California – in the Sonoran Desert region – and one in New York.

“So the text originated from California,” Ned explained. “It reached a cell tower in New York – probably the one closest to where you guys live at.” He looked at Scott, Craig, and Kitty as he did so. “However, you did say it was sent by e-mail. So…” He typed a command into the computer before a green dot lit up. It was also in New York, practically right on top of the yellow dot. “…It looks like the e-mail went through a server in New York.” He typed in a few commands. “…The e-mail originated from the server at these coordinates.”

“Let me see them,” MJ said as she pulled out her phone. She opened up her browser. She then looked back and forth between the screen of the laptop and phone as she typed away at the phone’s screen.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Googling the coordinates,” she replied. After she was done typing, she looked at the screen of her phone. Her eyes went wide for a bit. She then took in a breath and closed eyes. There was a look of annoyance on her face.

“…Everything okay?” Scott said as everyone looked at her.

“…So, there was a hit on the coordinates.” MJ opened her eyes. “But you guys are not going to like this – at all.”

She placed her phone on the counter. We all looked down at it. My mouth went ajar as I read the Google result.

Hammer Industries.

[wordy-little-witch]

Random Taurus x Sun headcanons bc I am so totally complete normal about these guys I promise

This is mostly my Angel Aura AU, where Sun is like a Star Nursery due to a series of unfortunate events preventing his growth into an Astral himself.

• Taurus has little to no concept of how romance works, but he has people he trusts to explain it. (At least, initially - he trusted Gemini, but they were horrible, then Lunar, who made him even more confused, then Jack+Dazzle who taught him via movies and cartoons, etc.)

• Taurus actually asked for Moon's blessing regarding courtship - when Moon asked if he was "asking permission", the Astral being shut that down quickly - "Sunrise is far brighter than anyone gives him credit for. He is his own person, and I will respect his decisions on the matter in full. I do not seek your permission, Moondrop - instead, I seek your blessing" ((it was at that moment Moon knew - this bull is a keeper))

• Sun is aro-spec. It takes a WHILE for him to develop feelings for people and it takes longer to realize what those feelings are. He didn't realize he was pining until he was in a Stage Three Daydream. ((He immediately screamed into the closest cushion))

• Dazzle calls Sun Mama. She calls Taurus Papa. Jack also calls Sun Mama, but he calls Taurus not-papa and he refuses to be corrected on either front. Solar is so tired.

• Taurus is simultaneously GREAT with kids and completely horrible with them. Yes, he will keep them happy, safe and well cared for. He will also spoil them completely rotten because he is also somewhat terrified of them (they're so small, he could break them on accident, help him- )

• Sun's gender is a technicality- he's a man in the way a slice of Kraft American Cheese is technically a cheese. This will not ever stop him from wearing and presenting however the heck he wants, though.

• Taurus once spent an entire night counting all of Sun's freckles (seventeen on his right cheek, thirteen on the left, but he has a scar there that may have covered more)

• Sun is the reigning CHAMPION of Mom-Friending people and also of pet names. Ironically, he doesn't give the tauran being any until around when they start dating, and even then it's generic things like "dear" or "darling"

• Taurus calls Sun Pixie frequently - at first it was similar to him calling Lunar Puck, then it stuck, especially after Dazzle and Jack forced him to watch the Tinkerbell movies. Sun is small, thin, spritely, cute, and full of contradictions. ((He doesn't often use pet names, opting instead for things like "little one" or "little [species/animal]" - he does occasionally drop smth like "my heart" or "my dearest love" to Sun to get the other flustered))

• Earth took the news arguably the best out of the entire family at face value, just a sweet "oh, congratulations!" She did, however, immediately message Monty to ask if his star power rifle would work on Astrals - just in case. (It didn't, but upon learning the situation, he started working on one that would)

• Taurus assisted in the Daycare one(1) time, and a kid immediately asked if he was gonna marry "mistah sunny 'cuz he got red pants 'n yous a bull". Despite the temporary crisis, Taurus decided that no, he did not care for child induced existential dread, thank you.

• Bloodmoon lives bc I decide what to do with this AU and they are comically protective of and respectful to Sun - they often try to sneak attack Taurus to "test his capabilities as a mate". He has yet to lose, and they're mildly salty about it.

• similarly, the other Astrals look a bit further into things upon Taurus getting involved romantically with one who is on their radar. Fortunately - or perhaps unfortunately - most of them adore Sun to pieces in a variety of ways. ((I'm debating making Leo flirt with Sun incessantly for funnies))

[maria-the-actress]

A piece of approval

Sinopsis:

Traveling with your mother in law is allways s good thing full of fun bonding moments. Except if you're Harbinger and your mother in law is your legendary predecessor: Taurus Aldebaran. Ladies and gentlemen, let's see how this one goes down. It can't be that bad, can it?

I am NOT having fun here. I DID NOT ask to be here. I am doing this for Kiki and for Kiki only. Otherwise, I would never come close to face my biggest fear: traveling alone with my mother in law.

Currently as we speak, she is taking me to her home country as a birthday gift from Mu. I didn't think that I, through Mu's own recommendation, would be the one going with her. Not Mu herself. Not Kiki. Not even her beloved grandson, Raki. Me. The one she despises the most.

She doesn't even feel that way about Niobe and that little shit of a specter nearly killed her.

Anyways.

We are walking around this place called Ver - o - Peso, which is a fair full of people. And people. And even more people as we walk around pointlessly, since, know that woman, we are not buying anything until she sees everything there is in this place.

The more we walk around, the more people start to stare at me. And when I say "people" I meant little kids. These little brats look at me like they have never seen someone walk around the place with they're girlfriend's mother! Like: I'm genuinely not trying to get on her nerves today, mind y'all's own business for once!

Than these two little kids bump on Aldebaran. They were both pretty concerned about whatever and seemed like they were lost. The oldest of them, this little girl, started speaking to my predecessor in their native language.

Which I now know it's portuguese, as I am NOT going to be hit in the face for. Not again.

Unfortunately, the countless times I've been hit didn't come with the magical automatic lesson, so I still can't understand a word they're saying. Which of course, is why I shall not leave my official human translator's side.

- This little gal here says she and her cousin are lost. - She says, handing her own hand for the kid.

- Well I don't know what I expected, being sincere. I guessing we're gonna keep them until we find their mothers or someone they know, right?

- That's what people do, Harbinger. - Aldebaran was now standing up, holding the little girl's hand. - So, yes, WE are going to do it, whether you like it or not.

- Oh now wait a minute! - I say while putting my hands up in a gesture of giving up. - I never said we wouldn't do it.

Aldebaran narrowed her eyes at me, as if she was questioning my intentions. Rude if you mind it.

Anyways, she started asking the kids about their parents, trying to get some clues anout how they looked and where to look for them.

Turns out they were walking around for some souvenirs for the kids since they would go traveling around the country in a couple of days. The kids family worked and lived in a circus.

We ran around the fair, each of us holding a kids hands (that is, the girl holding Aldebaran's hand and her little cousin walking side by side with me, since he was, and I quote, "too shy to do so". What are the odds, right?).

The thing is: the boy didn't stop staring at me the whole time. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but I was too afraid to scare him off. Fortunately, he took the initiative. And I discovered that at least he knows english.

- What happened to your eye?

Oh boy. I was already expecting something like this to be asked. I just wasn't expecting that the kid would do it in a way that called out the attention of the duo in front of us.

When I checked, both of them stoped walking and were now staring at me, waiting for an answer.

- Can't we discuss this in a less crowded place? It's really not a good moment now. - I tried.

- But I want to know it now! Pleeeeeeeease?

- Listen, bud, I...

- Mar, leave her. - The oldest kid reprehended, thankfully. - Grams said it's not nice to be asking these questions to strangers!

I have to admit it: sometimes these brats do better than adults. In avoiding conflicts and such. That staded, I really wished Raki was the Grand Pope intead of me.

- Yes, it is! - I answered as i sighted in relief. - Whoever your grandma is, she's wise.

A couple of silent minutes later and we found this one woman that looked desperate saying stuff I didn't understand in a speed that I couldn't catch up to.

But since both the kids seemed happy to see her and started running to her, as she turned around and cried in relief, I'm safely assuming that is their mother/aunt.

After the most cheese hug I've ever witnessed, the woman thanked us for helping her kids not to be kidnapped. And as Aldebaran and her were speaking, the kids came to me.

- Come on, say it. - The older one says as the young boy stared at his own feet, embarrassed probably.

- I'm sorry for asking about your eye. It was very rude and You were not comfortable with it.

... Well ... To say he was entirely wrong would be lying. It is not one of my best memories. Nor my proudest moment. Everything just... changed after that day.

- It's fine, really. I actually hear that a lot. There's nothing to be worried about.

I felt weird for a second, but I gess I hid it well. After this whole mess of a situation, predecessor and I went back to the shopping spree. If Mu told me that she gave me the other plane ticket so I was the one carrying the souvenirs that were bought in this single trip, I would have believed it more.

No offense to my beloved's mother, but why are there so many? Is she buying for the entire XX and XXI centuries gold saints? (Spoiler alert: NO! Just his imediate muvian family, Shion, Dohko, Shiru, Shunrei, Ryuho and my honorable brother in law: Seiya.)

And then, we miraculously survived this shopping spree and went back to our hotel room. At least I got a bit of peace before anything Aldebaran drags me to do tomorrow.

- Can I ask you something?

Speaking of the devil...

- If it's about the kids being rude, they apologized after you talked with that lady. - I said, lifting my face off the pillow to see that she had already gotten out of the bathroom. She was drying her hair with the towel while staring at me with a concerning look.

Something tals me I'm not gonna enjoy this conversation.

- I meant the scar story. I know it must make you uncomfortable...

- Oh no it really doesn't. - I quickly respond, trying to end this sooner. It didn't work.

- It ... doesn't? - Why is she confused to know I solved my own problems?

- It bothers me more to share this story with children. Gods! I haven't even told Raki about it. - I got defensive now. The clearest sign that I screwed up.

- Could you tell me, then? I don't think I ever heard about it. - She sat on the bed right in front of me. Now there's no escape for me.

Since it's easier to jus be honest, I just nodded and told her everything. About how I practically raised myself in the streets, how I stole for a living, how a bunch of older kids ganged up on me to steal what I had previously stolen and than tried to kill me.

The atmosphere got dense. Aldebaran probably thought even more lowly of me after that.

- I... out of all things, I wouldn't ever have... - Hesitant. She got hesitant. I'm definitely gone now. - I sorry for what happened to you.

... Now what?

She standed up. I instinctively got up too. She put her hands on my shoulder while pulling me for a hug.

- I might have misjudged you a bit, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, it's fine. But why the hug tho?

- I figured you'd might need one.

After that, I couldn't even argue with that. I just let her hug me. And then I hugged her back, awkwardly.

I don't know why, but it felt great to do so. Maybe my other mother in law did had a point in chosing me to come with her. From then on to the rest of the trip, everything whent smoothly and I believe that she hates me less.

Maybe she will be more open for me to be her daughter in law.

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Then I ruined everything by confessing I can't remember my birthday or if I ever celebrated it.

Author's note: I saw this post a while ago and thought of writing this for the both of them.

Then I just straight up forgot about it. Better late than never, I guess?

I believe that, for the first time actually writing something, this is not that bad. Anyways: Happy (belated) birthday to you, Harbinger!

[kfanopinions]

Hi,A embassed Aries wants to ask you i am a venus+moon in taurus and this suppost to be seen as pretty but maybe becouse its in the 8 house i feel super ugly and i have inverted nipples n i wanna ask doyou think my crush that has venus in aqua and moon in cancer do you think he will find me disqusting and weird? Since his cancer is conected to the brests and aqua is about air sign there is not info on what venus in aqua is turned on by, i wanted to ask what do you think an aqua sun+venus and cancer moon will think of my brests .So yeah sorry for the terrible question. Have a blessed day

okay so first and foremost i had to google what inverted nipples were since i’ve never heard of it but i personally don’t think it’s ugly. different, yes. ugly, no. so get that thought out of your brain, okay? breasts and nipples vary in sizes, shapes, and colors and vary from woman to woman so if ANYONE has a problem with your body being it’s natural self that is their problem.

i get it it can feel embarrassing because for your crush it may be the first time he’ll see this but do your research, talk to your doctor, and get all the information so you can inform him or anyone else about what’s going on. if they still have a problem f*ck’em you don’t need that person in your life.

take me for example ^^ i have scars on my arms that make me super self conscious but you know what? they aren’t going anywhere — unfortunately 😅. people are going to look, stare, whisper, judge, feel pitty, or even disgust — that’s a them problem, i can’t control how they feel. but my friends have NEVER treated me differently because of the scars and that includes the guys. just look/find the right person/people, okay? 🫂

now as for the astrology part, it seems like you’re trying to find a reason for the feeling of being unattractive (in your eyes) and are putting it on the 8th house placement. this placement doesn’t mean you’d be ugly. for your crush, i hope you don’t intend to flash him (revealing your breasts) right away because that would be a problem 🤣 yes cancer’s like boobs (my cancer bestie can talk about his love for ‘mommy milkers’ all day — the longest was 4 hours and we legit compared and contrasted. very intriguing conversation 😅) but like i said breasts are all different.

aquarius venus the main thing is exhibitionism so just f*cking outside or risky flirting.

if you want a little piece of advice, you’re putting a lot of emphasis on this person liking you for only your breasts. maybe he isn’t even a boob guy 🤷🏽‍♀️ i dated a guy who LOVED small breasts and mine aren’t exactly small 🤣 i was shocked to hear him talk about it but you know what he said? “i don’t like you for the size of your boobs, i like you for you.” so keep this in mind going forward.

i wish you the best of luck!!! and i meant it when i said inverted nipples didn’t look ugly to me 🫂🩷🩵 ohhhh but one final piece of advice, aquarius venus likes freedom so keep this in mind 😘

[radioactivehydronerd]

Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

Thanks @pvffinsdaisies for tagging me! ❤️

What are you currently reading?

I just finished "Transatlantic" by Colum McCann and looking to start "La lingua di Ana" by Elvira Mujčić, which as far as I'm aware doesn't have an English translation

What's your favourite movie you saw in cinemas this year?

Man I went a grand total of twice this year and watched the Minions movie and Uncharted 💀 nothing to say

What do you usually wear?

Casually I almost always wear a turtleneck, sweater or hoodie and jeans- very basic lol I'm not a fashion statement, but at parties/hangouts I like to wear wide skirts and dresses

How tall are you?

161cm/5'3. Idc what anyone says I am AVERAGE

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Taurus✨ I share a birthday with the constitution of Norway I guess

Do you go by a name or a nickname?

Nickname but I don't mind my real name, it's just a bit long so it's inevitable to shorten it someway 😅

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?

Mmm depends how I see it. I wanted to be a doctor when I was small and I've taken on a completely different path so I'd say no, but on the other side child me would think I was so cool now knowing so many things and with the same passions as hers :)

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

No I'm not in a relationship and I'm aroace 🥵

What's something you're good at vs something you're bad at?

I'm good at remembering things (except dates) and terrible at budgeting my money it seems

Dogs or cats?

I love both, but I'd say cats 🐈🐈

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favourite picture/line/etc. from something you've created this year?

I've barely drawn at all this year and I'm sad to be unable to answer this question :(

What's something you'd like to create content for?

I'd love to illustrate my favourite scenes from books/fanfics I've read! I've done it a few times but I wish to do it more now that I get back to drawing (hopefully)

What's something you're currently obsessed with?

I've been obsessively reading about natural disasters in my own country just to give myself a healthy dose of anxiety /s anyone else obsessed with such content?

What's something you were excited for that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Summer I guess? I've always looked forward to it but I'm a student now and it's just more exams 🙃 not all fun and sea anymore

What's a hidden talent of yours?

Bold of you to assume I have any talents. No really nothing special :')

Are you religious?

Yes, I'm a Catholic!

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

A fat glass of water and in fact I'm going to have it right now

I am unfortunately too much of a wussy to actually tag people so if you're a moot feel free to join in. Actually I'll be glad if you do 😩

[sector1]

tag game ✨️

i was tagged by @wouyoung, thank you sweetheart 💗 sending you a big hug as usual 🫂

name: Natalia

sign: 🌞 Sagittarius,🌙 Taurus, ⬆️ Virgo

height: 169 cm/ 5'6'' (used a converter so don't quote me on the second one though!!)

time: 23:05

birthday: 11th December

favourite band/artist: idk how to even make this relatively succinct………. ok so for kpop it’s ateez, bangtan, stray kids, gidle, taemin…… otherwise i also love chelsea wolfe a lot…. dream theater the metal band of my life? royal blood, white lies, muse but also nothing but thieves and des rocs a lot lately…… romantic feelings for meg myers’, emma ruth rundle’s and agnes obel’s music?? but also banks and florence + the machine and aurora and hey i also love men. post malone, hozier, hurts and even crazy stuff like hatari?? and i also have been to 7 riverside concerts and FFSSSSSSSS 

last movie: pls don't laugh at me but i literally just watched 'the next 365 days' with my friends and yes it was about as bad as expected.....

last show: BAD BUDDY OH MY GOOOD I'M ON EP 7 IT'S SO GOOOOOOOD

when i created this blog: uhm like *checks* 3 weeks ago

what i post: this is my ateez spot though occassionally i might also speak

other blogs: my main is @jiminsproof and my lit/art/personal diary blog is @liquidsun-sets

do i get asks: i am just a babie so not a lot, more frequently on my main

followers: 26

average hours of sleep: ???? i love sleep so my body wants 10+ hours but unfortunately i'm an adult so usually 6-7 but also sometimes much less when things to do. oh and my sleep record was 15 hours. no i didn't feel bad. it was great.

instruments: in polish we say you can play on sb's nerves and that's all i got

what am i wearing: black sweatpants and black t-shirt

dream job: ???????????? uhm happy?

dream trip: florence, italy, also all of the uk

favourite song: you know what i'll consult spotify stats or we'll be here all day. ok last 4 weeks top 3 is: 1. guerrilla by atz, 2. sector 1 by atz, 3. hwaa by gidle. last 6 months it's 1. advice by taemin, 2. maniac by skz, 3. guerrilla by atz (i am normal about this song WAWAWAIT LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING).

0 pressure tagging some of my lovely moots, hi besties!!! sending everyone a big hug, hope everyone is well 🫂: @twinklytwinkles, @sinatserendipity, @ateezbiased, @blackawsum, @kpopcrossworlds, @undetectorist, @applejongho. 💗

[celticcrossanon]

BRF Reading - 11th of February 2022

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 11th of February, 2022

Question: Does the Queen have covid, or will she escape being infected by her son?

Interpretation: Unfortunately, it looks like Her Majesty may indeed have caught covid from her son.

Card One: The Page of Cups. This is a water sign child, and here it stands for Prince Charles, the water sign son of Her Majesty. Pages can be messengers, and a messenger passes on information/a gift/a warning etc from one person to another, so it looks like yes, Charles has passed the covid virus on to his mother.

Card Two: The Fool. This card refers to Prince Charles (the Page of Cups). The Fool can be a child, and Prince Charles is the son of Her Majesty. It can mean a new beginning, a new journey, and that does not look good for Her Majesty or for Charles, as covid would be a new journey for the Queen, and dying from it could also be seen as the start of a new journey, a new beginning.

The Fool card is the card of Uranus, the planet of unexpected events, and having Her Majesty in danger from covid is certainly an unexpected twist of fate to me. This also says that if she is ill, it is the result of a random twist of fate, and there is nothing that she could have done to avoid that illness.

The other energy I am getting from this card, quite strongly, is of being a Fool, of being reckless, of not taking all the precautions necessary to avoid catching covid. This does not apply to her Majesty, but it may apply to her son. I don't want to say that, because giving your mother covid would be a dreadful burden of guilt to bear, but I can't ignore the energy either. It may apply in some other way - someone may have been a fool or been reckless in a way that I can't see. Please don't jump on Charles because of what I have written. I mentioned it because it would be wrong to lie by omission and not report on this energy, but it may come to light in a very different manner. I want to wait and see before I say definitely, yes, the Fool reckless energy is X, or Y, or Z.

Card Three: The Ten of Cups. This is a card of joy, emotional contentment, happiness with your family. The card shows Eros and Psyche, reunited at last, being married on Mount Olympus.

I am getting two energies from this card. One is a reversal energy, of unhappiness and emotional disturbance, which is certainly how I feel about hearing the news about Her Majesty. The emotional stability of the royal family is under threat is she has covid, and will be torn apart if she dies.

The second energy is that of a loving couple being reunited after a separation, not on Mount Olympus, but in heaven/paradise/the next world, where mortals can not go (like mortals could not ascend to Mount Olympus). This, of course, is Her Majesty being reunited with her beloved Prince Philip. This is the silver lining if the worst happens - Her Majesty will be with her love again. I am in the "Noooo, don't leave us" emotional upset stage of this card, but if the worst happens, the Queen being together with Prince Philip will give me comfort.

Card Four: The Wheel of Fortune. Things are going to change. Fortunes/social statuses are going to rise or fall as a result of this change. I can't bring myself to type the obvious interpretation here, of whose fortunes will rise if the worst happens. We all know.

This could, just possibly, be Her Majesty (the next card) defying the expected course of events, having a stroke of very good fortune, and not getting sick. Please please please please please.

Card Five: The Empress. This card represents Her Majesty, both as the card of Venus, the ruler of Her Majesty's sun sign of Taurus, and as the card of the female ruler. Coming after the Wheel of Fortune, this means a change in the fortunes of the Queen. At the moment Her Majesty looked to be in good health and good spirits at her last engagement, so a change in fortune can only be a decline from that state, i.e. she will get sick from covid. I am hoping that the wheel will then spin again and Her Majesty will recover if she does get sick.

Underlying Energy: The Three of Swords. Heartbreak. Despair. Sorrow. I think most of us are feeling this about the possibility of the Queen contracting covid. It will certainly be what Charles feels if he has infected his mother.

Swords is the suit of medical matters, and the card shows the reigning King, Agamemnon, being killed in his bath (a place of safety) by his wife and her lover. Our reigning monarch, the Queen, could be killed in her place of safety (her home) by a family member (a son). God willing this interpretation is not true, and she is only endangered by the possibility of covid and comes through uninfected.

Conclusion: It looks like Her Majesty may indeed have caught covid from her son. This is a random blow of fate, possibly enabled by someone being reckless somewhere. Her Majesty being ill will be a blow to the emotional stability of her family and a downturn in her fortunes. It will cause great sorrow to her family, her friends, and to the general public.

I don't know if Her Majesty will recover from covid or not. The signs are pointing towards not, but she may, just possibly, have a huge stroke of luck and defeat the odds the survive, or maybe, just maybe, she won't develop it at all (please please please).

[goldsrc-hl1]

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Miles Luna dick sucker trying to gaslight people the White Fang was not based off the Civil rights movement."

First off, I don't like Miles Luna. Dude is a scumbag. Literally tweeted the N word. Not a good person. I like the show, not the people behind the show.

And if you'd actually listen to what I say, you'd know that when I say the White Fang isn't based off the Civil Rights movement, you'd know I'm referring to Adam's White Fang exclusively. Which is definitely not based off the Civil Rights movement. The concept of inequality and fighting in the name of it is absolutely inspired by the American Civil Rights movement, 100%, but Adam Taurus? Nah, he's completely separate. No civil rights movement has had the goal of revenge and supremacy in the United States, at least to my knowledge.

"I don't know if you've been living under a rock for the past few months, but I recall you have a Twitter and are part of the Rwby fandom there. I can guarantee you have taken notice of every rwby post since May of 2023 having #greenlightvolume10 in a sad attempt to get the tag trending so big daddy Warner Bros would hopefully notice. You and the rest of the stans can do all the Olympic style gymnastics you want trying to convince yourselves and everyone else that RT and your faves in the upper crust of crwby are separate, but it will never be true."

Not anymore, I don't. I didn't know how terrible CRWBY was until only a few months ago. They suck. I don't like them. At least, I don't like most of them. There's a few there that I've yet to hear bad stuff about.

I like the show they make though. Nothing wrong with supporting a show you like.

"Your best buddy Miles Luna may not work under RT as an employee anymore, but Kerry Shawcross sure as hell does. Does that mean he has to go? Im gonna bet you'd say no because"hes one of the good ones" as if you know him personally enough to vouch for him (which you don't)."

Nah, apparently he sucks from what I've heard. Unfortunately he's been there since day one, so removing him would definitely be felt. Ideally, he changes himself up and becomes a better person.

If that doesn't happen, fire his ass.

"Putting #greenlightvolume10 in every tweet tangentially related to rwby won't magically make RT disappear from the production. If you want volume 10 to happen, it has to happen through them unless someone buys the Rwby IP. But fat chance of that happening. There's no way RT would want to let go of their precious cash cow, even if it's drying up. And no, Crunchy Roll didn't buy rwby, they bought the rights to stream vol 9."

Yes, I am aware. Did you know that by buying literally anything, chances are you're supporting a corporation that violates human rights daily? Cause you probably are. It's unironically unavoidable.

If RWBY was bought by a different company that'd be fuckin awesome, but I know it won't happen. I really wish it would, but it won't.

I do not support RT or like the people who write RWBY. I like RWBY. That's the difference.

"By tweeting #greenlightvol10, you're showing you want more rwby content no matter what. Even if it means it's at the expense of a new team of freelance animators fresh from college that will be exploited. But you don't care because you won't have to see them. They're not the celebrities you simp for."

They're gonna get exploited no matter what. That's how this country works. No company is gonna look at freelance animators and not exploit them.

Only way to not contribute to the exploitation of workers in 99% of cases is straight up to just not buy anything.

Once again, I don't support Rooster Teeth or CRWBY. I don't like any of them. I do like RWBY, as well as other products Rooster Teeth makes such as Red vs. Blue.

[unofficialadamtaurus]

What kind of dynamic would Adam and Blake have if, say, they were to reunite on the island and have to work together to find RWY and a way out?

I’m personally not one for angst so all I can imagine is 2 sarcastic dry/dark humored disasters arguing nonstop (if Blake had kept her personality, of course), but I’d like to know what the all-knowing Angst!Adam master thinks.

[2/2] (and yes it is painfully obvious that I am deprived of simple Adam content. This fandom is too set on Adam only being evil and abusive but those two would make a terrible, antagonistic friends and that’s fun)

I may be known for angst, but in this case I really like the idea of them just being 100% done with each other. Rather than the angst fest I usually hold whenever they're stuck together, this could take a more lighthearted approach to addressing their problems.

This would be kinda towards the end of the whole thing when they reunite with R_Y, but:

She'd hoped Adam's presence would go unremarked upon until she could get a moment with Yang, but unfortunately, that wasn't meant to be.

“Um, Blake?”

She looked to Ruby with exhaustion in her eyes that told Ruby to just ask the question, already.

So Ruby asked, outstretched finger pointed squarely at the lanky, redheaded bull faunus who had just ducked through the vines behind Blake. A scrap of cloth covered one of his eyes and there were two bloody holes in his jacket, but he didn’t appear concerned about them at all.

“Who’s that?”

A smirk spread across Adam’s face. Blake rolled her eyes and, after a pointed look at him to tell him to stay put before anyone pulled out their weapons, headed for Yang.

“He’s not a threat,” she told the blonde while Yang tentatively accepted her hug. Circumstances aside, it was good to see that they'd both pulled through the disaster in the void.

While she and Yang carried out the most heated conversation they’d held since the days of hunting the White Fang at Beacon, Adam graced Ruby with a response to her question.

“Who am I? Blake never told you anything?”

“Because you didn’t care about them, it wasn’t exactly a priority,” Blake snapped before turning her attention back to Yang.

“Because I didn’t—I told you I was going to destroy everything you loved!”

“Great job. I still didn’t tell them. What do you want me to say? If I could keep you away from them now I would. Ruby’s too good for you.”

Yang nodded her firm agreement, red eyes watching Adam like laser sights.

Adam remained speechless for a second before he pulled himself together and crossed his arms. “I’m the high leader—”

“Former,” Blake called.

Adam’s eyebrow twitched. “—of the White Fang and once leader of its Vale branch, Adam Taurus.”

Ruby’s eyes went wide and she snapped her fingers. “That guy from the wanted posters!”

Adam deflated. “Yes. 'That guy' from the wanted posters.”

"Weiss is gonna love this," muttered Yang.