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youremyheaven · 2 months

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Jupiter's Boundlessness: The Union of Good & Evil

Something I have noticed for a long time is how Jupiter natives often play multiple roles within a single project. Be it movies or music videos, I often see them channelling the boundlessness of Jupiter by literally embodying several characters. As Claire Nakti explored in her Jupiter makeover video, duality and transformation are huge themes in the lives of Jupiter natives. This duality is not just a light vs dark one but also a masculine versus feminine one. Jupiter women especially being internally masculine often channel this in different ways. But beyond the "duality" is the "multiplicity", because of their vast, internal spaciousness they feel as though they are many many different people with many different interests and abilities. This is why Jupiter natives are kind and generous because their vastness allows them to literally put themselves in the shoes of others but it can also feel very confusing and tiring. You stretch yourself that wide, you might snap, feel empty and burnt out because you feel so chained by being a very limited narrow definition of "you".

Mariah Carey, Punarvasu Moon

She plays both herself and her obsessive stalker (based on Eminem) in her MV for Obsessed

She fights the evil brunette version of herself in her MV for Heartbreaker

She also has an alter ego named Bianca who is the opposite of her and even speaks with a British accent lmao

Here is a clip of Mariah being interviewed by her alter ego Bianca

In fact, I'd say that having an alter ego is in itself kind of a Jupiterean experience since these natives embody duality or feel like they contain so many contradictory energies or that they're "opposites".

Miley Cyrus, Vishaka Moon plays Miley and Hannah on Hannah Montana, a whole show that revolves around a girl trying to manage her alter ego.

Dua Lipa, Punarvasu Moon battles with her other self in her MV for IDGAF

Troye Sivan, Punarvasu Rising plays a female version of himself in the MV for his song One of Your Girls

Ruby Rose, Punarvasu Moon, Swati Rising captures her transformation from a traditional feminine woman to her more butch androgynous self in Break Free

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Destiny's Child's mv for Lose My Breath features the trio battling their alter egos. Beyonce- Vishaka Moon, Michelle- Punarvasu Moon and Kelly- Swati Rising

I'm including Swati placements as well because I think Swati also closely embodies this Jupiterean boundlessness or multiplicity

Beyonce, Vishaka Moon also has an alter ego named Sasha Fierce and like many Jupiter women who talk about wanting to be a man/embrace their masculinity/channel this in some way, she has a song called "If I Were A Boy"

Avril Lavigne, Swati Moon played multiple versions of herself in the MV for her song Girlfriend

Halsey, Punarvasu Moon and Swati stellium has such a wide ranging style, all their looks are completely unlike each other. I associate it with the chaos of Rahu more than Punarvasu but I do think the Jupiter influence also adds to it. They've also talked a lot about not identifying with gender/struggling with it and even has a song titled "I'm not a woman, I'm a god".

The Weeknd, Vishaka Moon, Punarvasu Rising

"The Weeknd" is the alter ego of Abel Tesfaye and he has talked about "killing his alter ego" many times

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In this MV we see him battling his alter ego.

I think it's important to note that Jupiter natives are always battling their other half/shadow in all these examples. One is good and the other is bad. It points to the nature of Jupiter where all contradictions exist. Being that vast and expansive can mean being generous, compassionate etc but it can also mean feeling empty and vacuous. The extremes of anything is a meeting point for its opposite. Jupiter is abundance but its also the storehouse of karma. Do you notice how some people just have lives that are full of sooo many crazy experiences, both good and bad? Some people just don't have much going on and others always seem to be handled the short end of the stick. The bigger the planet, the bigger the shadow. The bigger the blessings, the bigger the burdens.

Suga's (Purvabhadrapada Sun) MV for Daechwita sees him play both king and peasant and both of them battle each other.

He also has multiple alter egos (SUGA & Agust D)

Here is a translation of some of the lyrics from the song:

"I got everything I wanted. What else can I have to be satisfied?

The things I wanted were clothes clothes, then money money, then goal goal, what’s after this?

What’s after this? Feeling a strong feeling of reality check, a situation where there’s nothing higher.

I had only looked up, now I just wanna look down and gently land."

Finding success meaningless is a VERY Jupiter experience. Abel sings about it a lot as well. Others work on accumulating things and its hard for them to imagine the kind of boundlessness of Jupiter, both in terms of latent potential but also in terms of the scale and expanse of what these natives achieve. If you had it all, would you find it empty and meaningless? I think a lot of Jupiter natives hold themselves back because of this, because they know the journey is more fun than the destination, that actually achieving your goals can be hella scary.

P!nk, Mars in Punarvasu atmakaraka battles herself in the MV for Don't Let Me Get Me

The lyrics go like:

"I'm a hazard to myself

Don't let me get me

I'm my own worst enemy

It's bad when you annoy yourself

So irritating

Don't wanna be my friend no more

I wanna be somebody else

I wanna be somebody else, yeah"

"So doctor, doctor, won't you please prescribe me something?

A day in the life of someone else"

The Jupiterean urge to be many people/somebody else is so revealing of their nature. They're always at odds with each other. Masculine & Feminine. Light & Shadow. Plus the boundlessness and abundance of Jupiter making you feel like you've transcended humanity and are akin to God (sooo many Jupitereans, esp men have a God complex its not even funny lol)

Its no wonder that so many Jupiter women often suffer from bipolar disorder. Bipolarity meaning swinging between extremes. This is literally the nature of Jupiter. Its a hard energy to balance.

(Mariah Carey & Halsey- Punarvasu Moon both have bipolar disorder, Kanye West- Purvabhadrapada Moon also has bipolar disorder Chyler Leigh- Vishaka Moon, Mel Gibson- Punarvasu Rising are all celebs who have admitted to suffering from bipolar disorder)

I am not a medical professional and neither am I going to assign mental disorders to different nakshatras BUT when I say imbalanced Jupiter energy manifests as bipolarity, I am pointing to the nature of Jupiter which makes its natives swing between extremes. Its a struggle to manage this and navigate this, no doubt.

Lisa Kudrow, Punarvasu Rising who played Phoebe and her evil twin Ursula

What's Your Rashee? is a 2009 Bollywood movie starring Priyanka Chopra, Punarvasu Sun who plays 12 different characters each representing a different rashi or zodiac sign

Kamal Hassan, Purvabhadrapada Moon played 10 different characters in the movie Dhashavataram (referencing the ten different avatars of Vishnu). He played the bad guy, the good guy and all the other guys.

This again points to not just the duality but also the multiplicity of Jupiter and literally being many different people.

Katy Perry, Vishaka Moon plays many different characters in her MV for Birthday

Vikram, Purvabhadrapada Moon plays 4+ different characters in the movie "I"

David Bowie, Jupiter in Vishaka atmakaraka, Shatabhisha Rising

Bowie had sooo many alter egos/personas, morphing from the flame-haired Aladdin Sane — a spin on “A Lad Insane” — to the clean-cut Thin White Duke with the greatest of ease. But his most famous alter ego was the androgynous alien rock star Ziggy Stardust who transported us to a glam galaxy far, far away in 1972 and 1973.

Lady Gaga, Swati Moon

"Lady Gaga" is in itself an alter ego as is being Mother Monster but she also has a male alter ego named Jo Calderone. She became Jo Calderone for her “You and I” video in 2011. The singer even went to the MTV VMAs that same year as Jo, walking the red carpet, opening the show, performing and sitting in the audience as the character.

The 1991 movie Dead Again stars Emma Thompson, Punarvasu Moon and Kenneth Branagh, Mars in Punarvasu 1h as two people who have double lives/past lives, the plot in itself is super Punarvasu coded with the same people playing multiple characters across multiple timelines (Punarvasu's deity is the personification of space and time)

Lily Tomlin, Punarvasu Rising plays 3 different characters in the movie The Incredible Shrinking Woman

Tatiana Maslany, Punarvasu Rising played many many different characters on the show Orphan Black.

The series focuses on Sarah Manning, one of several genetically identical human clones, and later on some of the other clones. The series raises issues about the moral and ethical implications of human cloning and its effect on identity. I had previously observed in an old post about how Punarvasu & Swati are connected to cloning and this is yet another example of the boundlessness of these energies.

Tom Cavanagh, Swati Sun, Venus in Vishaka atmakaraka played 15 different versions of his character in The Flash

Rachel Weisz, Purvabhadrapada Moon played both Evelyn and Princess Nefertiti in The Mummy Returns

Hugo Weaving, Punarvasu Moon, Purvabhadrapada Stellium (mercury, venus and ketu) played 6 different characters in Cloud Atlas

In Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey, Alex Winter, Punarvasu Sun & Keanu Reeves, Punarvasu Moon play their evil versions.

The plot itself is very Punarvasu coded with Bill & Ted, two metalhead slacker friends who travel through time and beyond while trying to fulfil their destiny to establish a utopian society in the universe with their music.

Deepika Padukone, Swati Moon and Shahrukh Khan, Swati Sun played double roles as lovers who are reincarnated in a different time.

Jupiter is the guru or teacher. To be many things is what Jupiter teaches. It is kind of like being God and if one were to raise philosophical questions, you'd have to ask why did God create both good and evil? Why did he create joy and misery? There is no other answer except that one cannot exist without the other. Jupiter embodies this.

I hope this post shed some light on one manifestation of the boundlessness of Jupiter<33

#astrology notes #astrology observations #vedic astro notes #sidereal astrology #nakshatras #astrology #vedic astrology #astro observations #astro notes #astroblr #jyotish #vedic astro #punarvasu #purvabhadrapada #vishaka #jupiter #swati #rahu

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reidslovely · 7 months

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If Your Love is in Trouble (Part Two)

"Now I'm constantly reminded of the time I was nineteen" Halsey, 100 Letters

Playlist Here

Part One Here

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem! Reader x Harry Osborn

Content Warning: Safe chapter, no warnings that I can think of. Harry Osborn doing Harry Osborn activities.

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Peter stood stuck in place, hands curling into nervous fists in his pockets before loosening and fighting their way out. He rubbed his palms against his jeans, wiping the sweat from them as he stared at the tall figure in front of him. (Y/N) held onto him, the two swaying their embrace.

“Not excited to see me Petey?” Harry’s voice teased as he wrapped an arm around (Y/N) as she stepped out from their embrace.

“Just a bit in shock, last time I saw you- you were still having your man servants blow dry your hair in the morning.”

Harry chuckled, stepping out from their girl. Approaching him with shaking hands, Peter smiled and fell into the draw of Harry’s presence. He’s always had that effect on him.

“Yeah well, you and red over here were still getting your braces locked together last time I saw you. But now you have perfect teeth.” He teased, his hand clapping on his friend's shoulder. Eyes glancing over his face, both more mature now. Harry finally grew into his facial features, his jawline was sharp, dimples flashing as he smiled. Pete always thought Harry was the better looking one between the two of them. “Now there’s nothing distracting from your unibrow.”

“Shut up.” The brunette cackled, letting his hand linger thinking about his next move.

Peter wrapped his arms around Harry pulling him in for a hug. The two fall into a warm embrace like they used to. Harry’s head resting on his friend's shoulder, Peter’s chin tucked into Harry’s neck. For a moment Harry never left.

“I’m sorry about your dad, Har.”

Harry pulled back, his clutch on Peter’s jacket never loosened. “Hey, it’s alright. Long time coming and all y’know.”

Harry spoke dismissively, shaking his head. (Y/N) walked up to the two confused, looking at Harry. “I thought you said everything was fine? Is this why you came home?”

Peter reached his hand out grabbing her shoulder, his thumb rubbing slightly. It was just like Harry to keep his pain and business to himself. Harry shrugged hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“I didn’t want you to worry, besides, not like he and I were ever best friends. Feels more like losing a distant uncle than a…a dad.”

Peter nodded his other hand reaching out to grab Harry’s shoulder. “We’re here for you man. Really, you name it.”

Harry smiled, his hands grabbing Peter’s forearm as he laughed. “Well honestly I’m starving, maybe you guys…wanna go for lunch?” Harry offered up, Peter thought on it shrugging his shoulders. (Y/N) shook her head, pointing at the upstairs window mumbling about an assignment she had due soon. Peter’s eyes flashed towards Harry quickly thinking on what they should do next.

“Well we can do it the old fashion way.”

Harry smirked, turning back towards her door. Peter wrapped his arm around (Y/N) as they walked. “Where is that old…ah ha!” Harry felt around the doorframe grabbing a colorful spare key off the top.

“Aren’t you supposed to change the hiding spot every six weeks?”

“Tell my dad not me.” (Y/N) laughed as she pushed past the two of them dropping her bag on the chair by the door. Peter was the last one to step in looking around the house he hadn’t stepped foot into in what felt like eternity. Still feeling like home. Snapping out of his daze he felt Harry bump his shoulder grabbing his attention.

“So are you still two locking braces again? I didn’t like it the first time I had to pull you two apart and..”

“No no.” Peter laughed. “It’s complicated. It’s a long story..”

“Oh I know.” Harry kicked his feet up on the coffee table, turning the tv on. Peter tilted his head at Harry. He knew? What did he mean by that exactly? Peter’s eyes drifted from Harry to (Y/N) standing in the kitchen making them all a snack tray. Suddenly everything was falling into place, and the low vibration still hung in the back of Peter’s skull but there was no danger around. He thought maybe he was dehydrated, he rubbed the back of his head sighing.

“When did you two..? Start talking again?”

Harry sucked in a breath, biting down on his cheek as he stared at the brunette. There was a slight feeling of betrayal that pinged in Peter’s heart, but he couldn’t be mad; he's the one who’d left her with no one. Harry slumped his shoulders and let his eyes drift to the ground.

“She called me crying one night about a year ago. Told me that she just felt really lonely and..she hated reaching out to me but she didn’t know who else to call. I asked where you were cause, fuck, the way she was crying had me thinking you fucking died and I was panicked. Told me that you and her had this..issue come up and you weren’t friends anymore.” Harry sighed, laying his hands out in defeat.

“You couldn’t even say I love you? Come on Pete, you’re better than that.”

He really wasn’t. They both knew that. Both knew that Peter had been in love with (Y/N) since seventh grade, so why say it? Why couldn’t she just accept what it was? Accept that for the moment he chose Gwen because she was who he needed..needed? Peter shook off the thought, raising his shoulders with a laugh.

“I’ve had it rough the last couple years, I didn't wanna bother her with that. I’m no good for her.”

As Harry opened his mouth to talk, the subject of the matter walked in with a snack tray in hand. She looked between the two as she sat the platter out on the coffee table, feeling the tension. Peter cleared his throat and sat in the yellow loveseat opposite from the couch. It was always his favorite spot in her house. They always took naps in it together after school, (Y/N) nested into his side arms around her his head in her hair. He should have told her he loved her then. (Y/N) grabbed her bag and settled next to Harry on the couch pulling out her laptop as Harry flipped through the channels, their legs touching as they relaxed. Had he’d been replaced? Was that fair?

“So Harry you got a girl, you still fucking that supermodel?”

Did that sound too bitter? To blunt?

Harry shook his head, his leg nudging (Y/N)’s playfully. “No dude..that whole supermodel thing is exhausting.”

Harry grabbed onto (Y/N)’s leg pulling her legs into his lap letting her stretch out as she types away on her laptop, laughing with them. Peter took a shaky breath seeing the two entangled. Harry meant no harm, he was always handsy with her, they both were. It was different now, they were adults with different intentions. Jealousy washed in and out of Peter like an angry wave at high tide. Maybe he was too bitter, he needed to lighten up- Harry was home and that’s what mattered.

“Oh I know.” Peter rolled his eyes playfully as he laughed dramatically.

“No, no I’m not seeing anyone right now. Only girl I care about seeing is red over here.” Harry smiled. “Why do you ask? You wanna kiss me Pete?”

(Y/N) giggled, shaking her head. “Can you two make out somewhere else please?”

“Oh I’ll take him to the laundry room, don’t worry about it.” Peter joked, flashing (Y/N) a knowing look. Her eyes widened slightly before dropping back to the computer screen. Harry tilted his head smiling slightly, flashing them both a confused look.

“Do I even want to know? Scratch that, no I don’t.” Harry chuckled, his hand rubbing up and down (Y/N)’s leg eyes glued to the TV.

“Let’s just say after my eighteen birthday party Peter wasn’t allowed at my house unsupervised for a month.”

“God I missed so much..I missed you guys.” Harry laughed, head leaning back against the couch cushion. Peter nodded, kicking his foot out to hit his friend's knee.

“Don’t sulk, you're back now. That’s what matters.” Peter says, pointing a finger at him. “And you’re not going anywhere.” Peter jumped at his phone vibrating in his pocket, Gwen’s name and contact photo popping up, suddenly he was jumping up. The two on the couch looking at him confused and slightly panicked.

“I gotta go..I..I’ll text you guys later.” Peter clapped a hand on Harrys, nodding and out of muscle memory he kissed the top of (Y/N)’s head. He took a step back shaking his head staring at her. “Sorry, sorry. I gotta go..” Peter ran towards the door.

“Hey! Before you go I’m having a party tonight kind of a welcome home thing. You better come!” Harry yelled from his spot on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah! ‘Course, see you then!” Peter yelled back, shutting the door behind him.

“He does that a lot now huh?” Harry asked as the silence lingered. (Y/N) nodded her head, giving her shoulders a shrug looking over her computer screen at him. There was only ever one person besides her that Peter would drop everything for.

“Gwen called and of course he ran out.”

“Gwen..? Fucking Gwen Stacy?”

Harry sounded shocked, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah they started dating but not really at the start of senior year, took a break then got really serious around January after her dad died. It was a whole thing..” (Y/N) shrugged. “They broke up though, like right after graduation and then Pete became a hermit. Today is the first time I've seen him in months..I don’t know if the whole timeline is messy and fuzzy.” (Y/N) laughed, turning her attention back to the laptop.

“Sounds fuzzy..and you and him were still a thing when he was with Gwen?”

“It was complicated, they were hanging out. Peter and I were never a ‘thing’ , we were friends who kissed sometimes..okay, a lot of times. Doesn’t matter, and yes Gwen was fine with it but they became official after I..”

“Professed your dying love? Yikes.”

“Hey, it’s whatever.” (Y/N) sighs, kicking Harry in the thigh. “Peter just wanted to be my friend, and then he didn’t even want to be that. Who can blame him? I fucked that up so badly.”

“I’d want to be your friend after you professed your dying love for me, fuck I’d confess it back.”

(Y/N) stopped typing, her fingers hanging over the keyboard staring at Harry confused. Harry laughed and stared back. “If I was the one in love with you of course.” He says awkwardly. She only nodded in response, squinting her eyes at him slightly suddenly extremely aware of his hand on her thigh.

“Maybe you are and it’s just deeply repressed. That childhood admiration, love, or whatever.”

“Yeah..” There was a sweetness in Harry’s usual brooding voice as he spoke. He slowly closed her laptop. “Maybe. Who knows.” He says sliding the laptop onto the coffee table, inching slightly closer. (Y/N) swallowed hard, she hadn’t realized how blue his eyes were..were they always that blue? She smiled slightly at the pink tint on his cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

It was a whisper that she almost didn’t catch, but she had and it hung in the air around them. Warming them both in the comfort they craved from those around them.

“Harry..” She whispered back, struggling to find an answer. Her eyes glancing at the door waiting for Peter to bust through the door and throw a fit like he had when he found her and Garret Leads kissing at Gwen's birthday party.

“Yeah..yes. I’d like that.”

She wasn’t sure what compelled her to say yes. Maybe it was the need to feel his comfort for the first time in years. Maybe she had some repressed feelings herself. She didn’t have time to come up with an answer because before she knew it his lips were on hers, his hand cupping her cheeks. His lips moving softly against hers, taking their time. He pulled back smiling slightly, his thumb stroking a small beauty mark on her cheek as he looked at her. She started to lean back in before the door opened back up, the two jumping apart from one another like startled teenagers.

“Little Osborn! Long time no see.” (Y/N)’s mom smiled as she walked into the living room. “How have you been?”

“Good! Good, great.” He laughed it off smiling at her mom. (Y/N) held back a laugh, her face feeling extremely warm. Her mother nodded at them before heading up stairs. “Have fun you two! Oh and tell Peter Harry is back!”

“He knows!” (Y/N) yells back up the stairs at her mom. Harry drops his head in his hands laughing, (Y/N) hiding her face in the cushions.

“I..I can’t believe you still live with your parents. Pete, yeah. But you! Shocking”

(Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes. “Not everyone can inherit a gorgeous penthouse in this economy Ozzy.” The nickname slips back into her vocabulary like it was meant to be there.

“Right. Well, I have to go to my gorgeous penthouse and get ready for tonight.” Harry says. “And eat some real food, the snacks were nice though. Thank you.” He smiles, standing over her as she still lounges on the couch.

“Yeah, course anytime.” She says looking up at him. He smiled as he leaned down to her face. She smiles back, eyes looking between his lips and eyes. Harry sighed softly, breath fanning her face as he pursed his lips to her cheek, letting them rest there before pulling away.

“See you tonight.”

“Yeah, tonight.” She confirmed, her hand holding the spot on her cheek as Harry disappeared out of the threshold and towards the front door.

Oh god. She thought, grabbing her laptop and opening it back up. What has she done to herself?

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mmoosen · 1 year

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Thiam Playlist - Halsey Specific

Darling - But only you have shown me how to love being alive

1121 - You could have my heart, and I would break it for you

Young God - don't get cut on my edges

I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon

There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs

Finally / beautiful stranger - And up come my fists

And I say I'm only playing, but

The truth is this

That I've never seen a mouth that I would kill to kiss

Alanis’ Interlude - Bad news, think I'll prolly die before I have you

Soft skin, soft eyes

All these beautiful laps and beautiful thighs

They always kept me up at night

Heaven in Hiding - And when you start to look at me, a physical fatality

Sorry - I run away when things are good

And never really understood

The way you laid your eyes on me

In ways that no one ever could

Ashley (Theo) - Apart from my beatin' heart

It's a muscle, but it's still not strong enough to carry the

Weight of the choices I've made

929 - I've got a long way to go until self-preservation

Think my moral compass is on a vacation

And I can't believe I still feed my fucking temptation

And I'm still looking for my salvation

Graveyard - They say I may be making a mistake

I would've followed all the way, no matter how far

I know when you go down all your darkest roads

I would've followed all the way to the graveyard

I HATE EVERYBODY - But in reality I don't even

Remember anything but thinkin' you're the one

Killing boys (Liam) - Told me pick my battles and be picking 'em wise

But I wanna pick 'em all and I don't want to decide

Is There Somewhere - I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go

Is there somewhere you can meet me?

'Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings

And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing

Haunting - 'Cause I've done some things that I can't speak

And I tried to wash you away, but you just won't leave

So won't you take a breath and dive in deep?

'Cause I came here so you'd come for me

Forever (is a long time) - He cut me open

Sucked the poison from an aging wound

Now fifty thousand war cadets

Would cower at this small brunette

@sydney-winchester and I talked about Halsey lyrics and Thiam and I finally had enough to make a list. I have no idea how to add the actual songs so here we go

#teen wolf #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #thiam playlist

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triplexdoublex · 1 month

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A week ago I sent you an ask saying how she soon gonna be blonde just to imitate Bunnie XO. I thought it was a matter of months. Turns out she only waited one week but to be a brunette version instead of a western country girl. No personality of her own, she's from Tennessee but never ever embraced it before going to that festival.

Plus, that look, the whole americana, was not invented by Lana del Rey but her fandom made it very popular during the 2014 Tumblr, now resurfacing again. (Crazy how she trynna compete with his ex from 10 years ago, allegedly)

After country brunette/coquette Lana fan look, wha't next, pretending to be Colombian and copying Kali Uchis?? She already been dressing like a chola this whole time, has 'el pistolero' tattooed and even have hips that do lie... wouldn't be a shocker.

That long blue hair also gave me Halsey , HFK vibes which is also another ex of kells , maybe she’ll shave her head and get a bbl next and try out an Amber rose look 🤣

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pink-evilette · 4 months

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♡ thanks for the tags @sairyfairygarden and @kitschy-coquette ♡

here's 5 songs I love right now! 🎀

I'm tagging @iridescentdarliing @baby-brunette @lovesickbrat ♡

#tag game #Spotify

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barclaysangel · 7 months

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Halsey icons

Look how hot and badass she looks omg!

Like or reblog if you use or save please!

#Luna talks #admin #icons #my icons #filters #Halsey #Ashley Frangipane #brunette Halsey #About Face #Halsey icons

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halseygray · 10 months

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Halsey performing during the Manic Tour by dreamluminosity via Twitter

#halsey #edit #performance #manic tour #manic #2020 #brunette

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burninlovebutler · 2 years

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14 - Hot or Cold?* | Forever Winter - a.b x oc

warnings: light smut, TEASING, fingers, cursing, alcohol, mention of drugs,* = smut chp, fem!oc, kinda short ? but continues nxt chp, 18+ minors dni

14/? - chp summary: austin decides to rely on the 'close call clause' to forgive his impulsive hands when they want more than they can handle

see masterlist/summary for background info + chapter log

gif cred: @troubleinapinksuit i think ?

Breathing down your neck, your body screaming And when you start to feel the rush A crimson headache, aching blush And you surrender to the touch, you'll know

-AUSTIN-

We didn’t talk about truth or dare or the dressing room. But they played in my head on a constant fucking loop.

I wanted nothing more than to use my tongue on her again.

It was three or four days after Thanksgiving and still no word from Nox. At this point Elsie was just accepting that they had broken up. Falling apart at the seams but trying so hard to hide it from me. But I knew her better than that. The depression just hadn’t stepped in just yet. She was in that post breakup phase - confident, risky, carefree. The classic ‘fuck him’ phase.

I didn’t know if it was Nox or something else that kept her from fully coming to me about it. Maybe she was embarrassed. I know I would be.

One thing I did know was that a sad Elsie came with a lot of alcohol. Which proved correct as we drank almost every night this week. With everything that happened between us recently, I was hesitant to get drunk with her again. Not to mention my little pharmaceutical helpers didn’t always mix so well with alcohol.

But none the less, we did what we did best — drink.

Preparing for my new role took a backseat because if I paid attention to it- it'd make it real. And I wasn’t sure I could handle that just yet.

I just wanted to focus on this time with Elsie, who knew when she’d inevitably leave. She always goes back, like a fucking boomerang. But I wanted her here, I needed her here. Even though our interactions weren't the most relaxing lately, she was the only constant. My only tether to sanity.

Trendy pop music pounded through speakers and Elsie was dancing around the living room. She was about 6 shots of tequila deep and I was about 3, plus a tiny bar-shaped anxiety aid.

My body battled between wanting to get up and dance with her or melting into the couch. I was buzzing and numb simultaneously.

I paid no mind to her horrible, sloppy dancing as my focus was on the hem of my oversized shirt hanging over her bare thighs. As much as I wanted to see her in that black dress from shopping, this was almost better.

I was too crossfaded to worry of how my eyes tracked her every move. She was drunk, she wasn’t going to remember anyway.

The close call clause.

Brunette curls bounced in time with her movements. The charcoal band shirt rising and falling, lifting just enough to expose her upper thighs. The sight was enough mesmerize me, each ebb of the shirt spun more thoughts in my crooked brain. I shouldn't be thinking of my hands between her thighs, or prying them open to devour her - but here we are. Those thoughts couldn't be in my brain and they definitely shouldn't be in my pants. I'm supposed to be her rock during whatever bullshit Nox was putting her through - not looking at her like she was some dessert platter to taste test from.

She ripped me out of my corrupt focus by wrapping her delicate hands around my wrist tugging on it.

“Dance with meeee.” She whined, somehow successfully won the tug-of-war and peeled me from the couch I had been fused with.

I fuckin' hated dancing but she loved it when she drank. So, naturally she always dragged me to join her.

“Augh, Els c’mon.” I grumbled as she animated my heavy arms for me.

Her cheeks tinted pink from the alcohol, mascara slightly smudged below her green eyes. The kitchen light and the glow from the city the only things that illuminated the dark living room.

The soft city glimmer landed on the curved edges of her face, it reminded me of those lanterns that are offered to water. I could’ve looked at her like that forever. Traditionally those lanterns are symbolic for worshiping gods which was fitting, I wanted to get on my knees and worship her.

I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the Xanax or something more that made this moment feel like pure bliss. The music, our touches, her laughter, the lighting, her hands on mine - It was putting pieces together that I didn’t like.

In whatever party playlist she was playing, an unexpected slow song came on. She stumbled over to change it when I felt myself catching her arm.

I didn’t mean to do that. At least I didn’t think so but, I did.

I gave in, I let the alcohol take control.

Fuck it.

Close call clause.

“No, leave it on.” I drew her into me, my arms wrapping around her from behind.

Any other day she would’ve hesitated, pulled away. But she didn’t this time.

She giggled, “Aust what’re you doing?”

“Dancing.”

I leaned to rest my head on her shoulder but she dipped her neck away, “You’re tickling me.”

“Am I?” Tilting so my lips hovered over her shoulder.

“Yesssss you are.” Her voice pitched from the alcohol.

“Oh, well I apologize.”

My arms tight around her waist, the extra strain pulled the shirt higher on her thighs. If I lowered my hand even a few inches–

She didn’t pull away, but did the opposite, pressing her body just marginally against mine. I fought the urge to run my hands over her curves the way I wanted to in the dressing room. Ever since I tasted her under that jello shot I only wanted more, it lit a fire that begged to be put out.

I wanted more than I could handle.

I flicked the tip of my nose across the curve of her neck, causing her to sharply inhale. Her reactions only fueled me, how far could I take it? What other reactions could I inspire?

“It- It’s okay.” She stuttered out.

I wasn’t imagining this. I swore I could hear her heart pounding in time with mine, I felt her moving against me.

“Are you ticklish anywhere else?”

I wanted more than I could handle.

“I um- I don’t know.”

“I think you’re lying.” I whispered lowly against her neck, noting the way goosebumps bloomed across her skin.

“No I–“

The slow song ended and she tried to escape my arms, but I tugged her back, caging her back in my arms.

The annoying voice in my head screaming to stop had faded into the recesses of my mind.

I know what I want and I’m gonna take it.

“How about here?” I scrunched the shirt at her waist.

She stifled a giggle. “No- Not there.”

“Hm,” I hummed against her neck, moving down to her hips, again just barely tickling her.

She gasped stifling another laugh, “No, Not ticklish.”

I felt her press her thighs together, squirming against me. She was putty in my hands and fucking loved it.

“Hm. Am I hot or cold?”

“I um- I’m not sure.” She gulped, staying completely still. “Warm.”

“Oh, really?” My lips curled into a smirk against her neck wanting to take a bite.

But she's not mine to take.

My hands bunched up the hem of the shirt at her hips, then grazing my fingers across her hip bone.

“How about now?”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, wriggling even more.

“Warmer.”

“Hm.” I meticulously slipped my middle finger beneath the band of her panties, putting extra pressure on my fingertip.

Every molecule in her body stayed completely still.

“And now?”

She pulled her lip between her teeth before answering, her voice so low, “Warmer.”

“I see.” I went to follow the band across to her front, but she caught my hand.

“Not under.” She whispered.

I retracted from the band, letting it snap against her skin, then trickled my digits slowly over the front of her panties. She didn’t stop me that time.

The roaring fire burning through my hips urged me to be rougher, faster but I knew the stakes of this game and I wasn't going to lose again. I wanted to torture her back, slow painful torture.

My fingers stopped just above her lips, “Now?”

Her breathing was so rapid, barely a full breath making it into her lungs with each inhale. It was like I could feel her body screaming beneath my fingertips, it only made me want more. Each knuckle wanted to bend to her. Every fucking piece of me wanted every piece of her. I wanted to give her something that would haunt her, so when her stupid boyfriends didn’t satisfy her, she’d think about me. So when she'd have to finish herself off she’d think of me, her fingers would desperately move faster and faster imagining they were my own and then she’d cum all by herself, fingers coated in the thought of only me.

“Very warm.” She gulped.

“Hm.” Middle and ring finger pressed where she wanted me.

“Hot.” She breathed out before I asked again, she was practically vibrating under my touch. A cocky pride washed over me knowing what I was doing to her.

I pressed down further and slowly moved my fingers in circular motions against her covered nub.

A tiny moan escaped her lips, writhing under my touch. My free arm had a firm hold around her waist keeping her still. I had barely just started and I could already sense her beginning to unravel. She must've not been exaggerating when she said no man had ever made her finish. It doesn't take a fuckin' rocket scientist to find a clit. I never understood that anyway, why wouldn't you want this? Why wouldn't you want girls to fall apart in your hands? Sometimes that alone was almost enough to get me off. Almost.

Fingers swirling at the bundle of nerves then moved down. Her panties were soaked, completely utterly drenched.

That was because of me. I did that.

“Aust,” Her hands gripped the arm that was at work, stopping me.

And just like that I let her go.

I didn’t care that she stopped it.

I got the reaction I wanted.

Checkmate.

Next Chapter: No Touching*

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aestheticsuwu · 2 years

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To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all

Tory Nichols x Sam LaRusso

Based on the song strangers by Halsey

Boxing Au

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Sam LaRusso and Tory Nichols are well known in the boxing arenas . Both females share common things like their the love of being in the ring, crushing female expectations from society and their hate for each other. Their both rivals but it just so happens that their also each other one night stands.Tory might wants something more but Sam wants it to stay the same.

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“Go to hell .” Sam spat at the blonde .Her blue dewy eyes building up a storm.Hands curled up in a fist by her hips .

Another day , Yet it’s the same argument in place . It felt like a routine, a need to have an argument with the blonde. Sam would tell herself that she wasn’t looking for or starting a fight , But she always found herself in one with her.

Her team, At first were worried but now, they quite got bored of the daily spat. They just like it to keep the fuel of the fire for the fans to get hype up ,to get them wanting a match between Tory and Sam. It seemed ridiculous but America sure love a good rivalry , and well some men like to watch women pit against each other.

And right now both girls would gladly jump in the ring.She watches the blonde get closer, her expression darkens and something sick inside of her yearns for more. But her team has their eyes on her and knows the word would get back to her dad. Something she would like to avoid.

Sam had been making her dad worry more often than needed. Something that began ever since she met the smug blonde.

She lifts her head and stare directly into those cold eyes that she stared countless of times, Yet Sam likes to think it’s a first every time and not the first of every night , even if in reality not even she can swallow that lie .

“You sing a different tune at night ,Princess.” Tory chuckles , towering over the short brunette and glared down at her. It send a thrilling shiver down her spine as LaRusso flinch at her words. She loves it because she knew LaRusso wasn’t going to back down nor walk away.

As tedious the girl was, Tory always searched for her. She was to easy to get a rise of, and sometimes Tory needed release some anger out and she was the perfect fit, since she wouldn’t run out and cry. Or does she? Maybe she goes to bed and cries every night she goes back home. Will she cry after this argument? —Why does she care? She doesn’t ,so she continues glaring at LaRusso.

“Trust me that’s never happening again.”LaRusso snorts , her frown turns into a smirk .Like she had the upper hand in this fight . Tory’s own smirk starts to slip away and her eyes start flicker away , and for a second Sam thinks it’s over and tries to walk away but a hand clasp her wrist in a firm grasp.

“Let go of me.”

“Did they tell you yet? .”

“Tell me what?”Sam demands, blue eyes flickering back and forth trying to read her stormy blue eyes.

“Tell me what Tory?

“That the next time we see each other it won’t be at our dark secret spot but …”Tory signal with her head behind her, Sam turns around , her whole body stiffens . Tory fingers fidget to keep them from reaching out , to check on her. When LaRusso turns around to look at , her blue eyes are wide and her lips are parted that her top row teeth are visible.

“Sam !” One of her friends call Sam making her snap out of daze, she rolls her lips and furrows her brows . Sam composes her self like the news didn’t affect her.

“I did say, that would be the last time.” Sam monotone voice echos through Tory’s ears.

Tory hates how her stomach flips and her blood starts to boil at that. The brunette walks away and heads towards her team leaving her to stand there. She wondered briefly if she would see her tonight. That’s the last time. He has heard that line so many times , since the first night, yet Tory never once believed it.It made her feel a bit anxious .

Tory is in control. She didn’t care that she has to hurt her. Because she is going to win and no matter how many times she shared a bed with LaRusso , or how she practically know the girls body or how badly the urge of vomiting intensifies knowing she will have to hurt her.

She kicks that absurd feeling away and walks away with a huff.

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It’s loud. Even from the lockers she can hear the crowd screaming from the distance. Hawk mentioned the stage was packed and outsold every ticket. Instead feeling proud she felt her blood turn cold. Her team is giving her encouraging words and a terrible speech of motivation.

Can’t really blame Rickenberger , Coach Lawrence is the one to do so. But he didn’t want to take part of this fight. How could he? Her oponer was like a daughter to him ever since he feel in love. It made her a bit angry , not having his support but as long she has Robby’s and her team. Robby still didn’t like taking sides but stood firmly by her side.

Tory’s brain feels hazy. Like the world around her was moving but she felt frozen. She sees them wrapping her hands for her gloves. She hears them talking and explaining. Explaining what?Tory doesn’t quite know.

She’s busy trying to keep the bile threatening to escape.Nodding her head to whatever they asked.Their smiling at her response , so it’s fine.She wishes to see red. In the sense to be angry , to be able to not feel shaken to the core , to not feel her heart racing in fear but for thirst for blood of her opponent. I can’t do this. I can’t . I can’t .

“Let’s Go , Nichols.” —I Can.

They announce her name and the crowd chants of her name bring her out. Tory will just have to think of it as another fight . Not a fight that she has to hurt the person she has gotten to know and yearn for.

It feels ridiculous. Getting in the ring. And Tory sees her. She’s all in white. The signature look. Her hair is pulled into two braids and a frown on her lips. Even when LaRusso tried to look menacing , to Tory , in her eyes she looked like a grumpy kitten. A small unthreatening thing.

But she was wrong. Because Sam can look into her eyes while Tory avoids it now. Their color contrasting made her Tory think bitterly.Angel vs Demon .

“Are you listening?”

“Yes” No.

“Nichols , We need you to focus. This is the night.You got the world in your palms right now. You’ll keep it if you defeat her.”

Tory flinches.She feels like she can’t breathe. She looks for Robby who is a few feet away. Like he can sense her being in trouble, he turns. He gives her a look that she can only decipher as, Don’t do it.

She makes the mistake to look at Sam.

“The world in my hands?”She mutters under her breath,”Yesterday I did but not today” If she did, Sam wouldn’t be looking at her like that.

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And by now I don't need no help to be destructive I've been gone Yeah, I've been on this road too long

►GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Adrienne Layla Ryatt NICKNAME(S): Jynx, Adri, Riot LABEL: The Mystic AGE: 32 DATE OF BIRTH: October 31, 1991 ZODIAC: Scorpio Sun, Aries Rising, Capricorn Moon GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female; She/Her HERITAGE: French, Mexican, Italian SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English, Spanish, Italian OCCUPATION: Occult Specialist/Demonologist SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Bisexual; Biromantic PET(S): Doberman named Khaos & a black cat named Hekate

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Seychelle Gabriel HEIGHT: 5'2" WEIGHT: 112 lbs. DOMINANT HAND: Left HAIR COLOR: Brunette EYE COLOR: Brown SCARS: None notable. TATTOOS: None.

►PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Clever, Dauntless, Beguiling, Open-Minded, Authentic, Prophetic. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Sarcastic, Intangible, Arrogant, Sycophantic, Self-Sabotaging. LIKES: Stargazing, burning candles/incense, thunder storms, music on vinyl, horror movie marathons, deep conversations with strangers, solving a problem before everyone else, eureka moments when researching, conducting tarot card readings, making intention jars/journaling, cooking. DISLIKES: Being the scapegoat, people who think they are smarter than her or belittle her, critics/cynics.

►MENTALITY

PHOBIAS: Nyctophobia DISORDERS: Not diagnosed. ALLERGIES: Seasonal (Pollen)

►BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Danvers, MA CURRENT RESIDENCE: Merrock, ME EDUCATION LEVEL: MA in Magic and Occult Science at Salem State University FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: - Reina Ryatt - 55, Mother, Not In Contact - Sylvester Ryatt - 54, Father, Deceased

►FAVORITES

FOOD: Mushroom Gnocchi DRINK: London Fog MOVIE: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, Practical Magic, Scream TV SHOW: Criminal Minds, Rick & Morty, Goosebumps BAND/ARTIST: The Killers, Lana Del Rey, Nirvana, Fleetwood Mac SONG: Lilith - Halsey

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: ENTP ENNEAGRAM: The Free Spirit (4w5) TEMPERAMENT: Choleric MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral SIN: Wrath VIRTUE: Temperance ELEMENT: Fire CHARACTER PLAYLIST

I just fuck things up, if you noticed Have you noticed? Tell me have you noticed?

► BIOGRAPHY

TW; Religion mention, funeral mention

It was raining when Adrienne was born. Maybe that was the first tell of the path she would be walking. Or, maybe it was the intention of her given name; Adrienne: dark woman or dark waters. There was some odd fascination with the darker things in life. Growing up attending more funerals than weddings, can anyone really blame her on that impact? Though, her nickname was Jynx due to the chaos that would spiral in her presence. For instance, her grandmother's ashes going missing when they were addressed to her apartment, or traveling all the way to California just for a once in a lifetime storm to be passing through and the festival being cancelled, or every color she calls for Roulette being the wrong one and her friend then going into the negatives with funds. Though she was labeled as an outcast and was seen as the black sheep in the family because of this, she still had something about her that drew people in. She had a great group of friends, and her fair share of experimental relationships. In short: she didn't miss anything, but she wouldn't have cared if she did. Her aunt was the one who taught her about spirituality after Adrienne had a paranormal experience at the age of 5. Whilst being in a Catholic household, Adrienne and her aunt would often sneak in order to practice their own eclectic belief. Magic, tarot cards, seances, you name it - Adrienne has dabbled in it. What no one was expecting was for her to make a career move out of it. It started in high school, she helped assist her teacher in their paranormal investigation group. It was through this teacher that she learned about anomalies and the role of the paranormal in anthropology. Her job as an investigator was just the groundwork for her BA in Parapsychology with a minor in Religious Studies at Stockton Univeristy, where she studied the connections of the paranormal and demons with the human psyche. She then went on to gain her MA in Magick and Occult Science with a specialization in Women and Minority Studies where she learned more about the occult across various religions and cultures as well as witchcraft and the impact and power women have within interaction, at Salem State University. At this point in her career, she can be seen as an expert in the occult as well as a demonologist. She actually works alongside various religious institutions, is still a researcher for a paranormal investigation team, and is also hosts a podcast about horror movies, the paranormal and the occult.

► PERSONALITY (DEEP DIVE)

Adrienne is one of those people who can attract and attract and attract, but still feel alone underneath the surface. She can be sarcastic and condescending if someone asks a question she deems as 'stupid'. She's known to bully as her type of flirting. She's actually not online, and prefers it that way. She's clever and witty and goes on passion-dump sprees about her line of work and conspiracies pretty often, or about her research or podcast. She loves people who have a sense of humor and can dish it back out to her. Adrienne used to not like being seen as a Jynx, but now she is sorta indifferent. She just knows something bad or weird is bound to happen when she's around, and it's just within her chaotic state of being. She used to be deathly afraid of the dark, mostly because she didn't know what was in it. It's still a fear, but she works through it due to her career. Adrienne comes across as intimidating and mean cause of her resting bitch face. This is partly true; seeing that she does bring hell to people and her wrath can be intense. But, if you're on her good side you have a very loyal and fun friend in your corner.

#merrockintro #tw religion #tw funeral mention

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Taylor is literally known for always having at least one boyfriend per album cycle, and continues to milk relationships from decades ago. Ariana’s whole sweetener-Thank you next-positions revolves around her private life and she has spoken about her relationships, engagements and traumas, Lizzo has also been open about her new boyfriend with the current album cycle. The weekend keeps going about Selena/Bella Hadid/Angelina, Justin Bieber is on a second album about his wife, Miley has been talking about her divorce since 2020 and used it for promo multiply times, Halsey got her only solo hit by making her album about that raper guy, Beyonce’s whole Lemonade is about Jay Z’s cheating, Adele’s all albums are about her partners/ex-husband, her son, Olivia Rodrigo milked hatetrain on an innocent girl and a queer SA survivor, Drake mentions his private life all the time, do you want me continue—?

and tell me, dearest, have any of these artists magically been papped with / linked to a mysterious blonde right around album promo cycle takes?

i'll admit taylor was a bad example, but what my focus was on was promo cycle, not what the songs are about.i am talking about the way the album is promoted not what the album is about. yeah all of these people write about their exes (public and otherwise) and yeah tabloids and gp eats that shit up, but when these artists are promoting their albums, do they always, always make it about their relationships and private lives or do they you know actually focus on the music aspect of things?

sure you have enlisted examples about instances of artists promo being around relationships, but is it always the case?

i may not know much about taylor, but yeah she writes about her exes, but does she suddenly go on pap walks and start talking about her current partner instead of her music? do the tabloids say "taylor spotted with her boyfriend in 50 places over a span of two days" or do they say "taylor is dropping an album"? has lizzo's entire album and discography been reduced to her current relationship? do they sideline all of miley's multiple achievements, including her hannah montana days, to just being a divorced woman who got cheated on?

no. but with harry and louis, even during 1d days, the promo cycle always somehow revolved around their relationships and private lives. zayn was fully engaged to perrie, yet no one made it the focus of album promo. notice how we always talk about how we don't really know much about their music, it's because they can go to 50 different places for their promo cycles and it'll all be boiled down to the mystery blonde/brunette they're seeing. i can literally count on one hand the interviews where the focus is majorly on the music and these are interviews that are like a talk show type of conversations which get posted to their official socials (ex - zane lowe interviews, louis' track by track)

so yeah you can come at me with a larger list of artists and it still won't change how with harry and louis, literally every single time promo cycles have been relationships and personal lives while with other artists it's never generally the case apart from few instances

#non non

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