#18 degrees

[astroa3h]

Gypsy Rose Blanchard - North Node Notes

The North Node in Capricorn in the 4th house speaks volumes about Gypsy Rose's karmic journey, particularly in the context of her family life. Capricorn is a sign that values discipline, responsibility, and structure, and its placement in the 4th house, which represents home and family, suggests a destiny deeply entwined with these themes. However, the darker side of this placement can manifest as a cold, unyielding environment in childhood, where emotional warmth is replaced by harsh expectations or strict control.

The 18-degree Virgo influence on this placement further complicates this picture. Virgo's association with health, service, and attention to detail, when distorted, can lead to an obsession with control, particularly over one's body and environment. This aspect eerily resonates with Gypsy Rose's life, where her health and well-being were controlled and manipulated, leading to a kind of imprisonment within her own home and body.

Neptune's conjunction with the North Node adds a layer of illusion and deception. Neptune is the planet of dreams and delusions, and its influence can create a life where distinguishing between reality and fantasy becomes challenging. For Gypsy Rose, this aspect likely exacerbated the deceit surrounding her health and life circumstances, blurring the lines between truth and fiction, and ultimately contributing to a distorted view of her reality. I don't believe she is/was fully aware of how much suffering she actually experienced at the hands of her mother.

The sextile with Pluto, the planet of death and rebirth, transformation, and power, is particularly ominous in this context. Pluto's energy is about deep and often painful transformation that comes from confronting and overcoming personal and familial shadows. In Gypsy Rose's case, this transformative energy manifested in the most extreme and tragic way – through the act of matricide. Her journey to empowerment and autonomy, unfortunately, took a dark turn, leading to the ultimate severance of the mother-daughter bond.

This paints a picture of a young woman whose life was shaped by control, deception, and a struggle for autonomy. The harsh realities of her upbringing, seen through the lens of her astrological placements, suggest a predetermined path fraught with challenges and destined for a radical, albeit dark, transformation. Gypsy Rose's experience is a stark reminder of how the misalignment of energies in one's astrological chart can lead to life-altering consequences.

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[noelslibrary]

Whys it so warm in england rn like what theres no way ive resorted to the Adam Sandler look in MAY

[ezukll]

hey! may i ask your opinion on cancer rising at 18 degrees & virgo moon at 22 degrees combination? 🌬️

Certainly. Cancer Rising at 18 degrees paired with a Virgo Moon at 22 degrees presents a unique combination of energy. Cancer Rising is the sign of nurturing and protection, while Virgo Moon is the sign of logic and critical thinking. With these positions in your chart, you may often feel pulled between these energies. You may be extremely intuitive and sensitive, but also possess a deep analytical and practical side. The key is to find a balance between these energies and learn to harness them collectively.

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

Okie im sooo tired beddie byes timeee wait what tne cuck what do u mean the errr qsmp lads r doin an election dudeeeee dont tell me its in 3 days too and just HAPPENS tonbe on the 16th haha thatd be so funny. Yeah. Man i love hearing shit abt that server i know fuckin nothing other than gay sex polycule egg binary monster cellbit. And yea. Anyways coconut2020 shoulda won idcccc abt anything else they were the mvpsssss dudeee. Silly. Anyways yea tired sleepy gonna sleep now my cats on my bed and i have to kick him off and its soooo soso sad bc i love himmsooo juch but he needs to go to the kitchen or hell wake everyone up at 3am :( love him tho. My babyyy boyy.

Heres a picture of him ohmygod i almost put the picture of grizzly here thatd be. Fair. He is sooo pretty, but this is my babyyy boytyy hes sooooo cute and tiny. I lovenhim so much. Look at my boy, boy

[batboopp]

i think about these panels a lot

ok so these panels are just insanely adorable, but also

batman also just believes this kid with no questions asked. the whole DETECTIVE who will mercilessly hunt down answers no matter the cost just tells him he doesn’t have to explain himself, that it’s ok.

a bit later, though, the child (Miguel) passes out. Batman rushes to the hospital and comforts his son Damian when Miguel succumbs to his severe frostbite and starvation.

and then, not even a full day later, batman stomps over as bruce to rip the shady headmaster of the orphanage a new one by letting him rot in prison.

he calls these random ass kids his BABIES. his children that he should’ve looked after better. those are HIS KIDS.

he named an orphanage after his child he failed.

[segretecose]

it’s autumn when i wake up it’s full blown summer by noon and then at 7:10 pm it’s autumn again it’s kafkaesque

[parisoonic]

its finally summer here in scotland!!! taps aff!!

Taps-Aff (Scots) = Literally "tops off." The removing of one's shirt in the event of warm weather, a phenomenon rarely seen in Glasgow.

[aether-weather]

manifesting summer rn (it's 18 degrees)

[astroa3h]

Astrology 411: The 18th Degree

The 18th degree in astrology is a Virgo Degree and often associated with health troubles and stress that can even be linked to addiction. 

For example, Elvis Presley, King of Rock 'n' Roll, had Jupiter at 18 Degrees. This placement might have foretold his ongoing struggle with substance abuse and overeating, as Jupiter, the planet of abundance, may have amplified his addictive tendencies.

This battle, coupled with the pressures of his fame (also Jupiter related), possibly culminated in his tragic and untimely demise.Watch your vices with this degree, reel in excessive behavior. Remember astrology is a tool to better your life.

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[detentiontrack]

We constantly hear about burnt out gifted kids, and their experiences are completely valid, but what about the people that DIDN’T burn out? The people who were considered exceptionally smart at a young age and continued to be considered exceptionally smart with the constant fear and anxiety that with every new challenge they take on, their abilities and luck are going to run out and they might disappoint everyone?

[miaowitch]

Learning Your Lesson (18+)

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Read on Ao3 or below!!

M!Whitney the Bully (DOL) / GN! Reader

cw ⋆｡‧˚♡ smut, spanking, name-calling (slut, pet, bitch, etc..), petplay-ish, swearing, Dom/Sub concepts, fingerfucking, ambiguous hole reference for GN posterity

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You love your boyfriend, simple as that. Talking to him is a natural want, it's not like you were bothering anyone by telling him about your day. But, it's Whitney we're talking about, so of course you're bothering him. Your punishment is harsh, but it surely comes from a place of care...right?

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confession ⋆｡‧˚♡ ;; started playing degrees of lewdity, and accidentally fell in too deep <3 i hope you guys enjoy! i know its not super long, but i really needed to get this one out

You don’t often push him to the limit, but everyone has their breaking point. 

Sure, you’d invited him over to hang out, but that didn’t mean he needed to be in a good mood. Coming over, in his mind, was supposed to be somewhere he could relax without the annoying dicks in his friend group. Sorely, he was mistaken. You were simply excited to have your boyfriend in your room, talking about anything that came across your mind. But Whitney couldn’t fucking take it anymore. 

Lying across Whitney’s lap, you’d been warned so many times before. Pressing his buttons, disobeying his commands. Even if you’d been his little pet, but defiance was a running streak in you. Telling you to shut the fuck up just didn’t work, so he decided it was time to put you in your place. “Now, what did I tell you?” He spoke as the nicotine rolled off his tongue, the cigarette resting in between the fingers placed on the top of your butt.

It was really your fault getting into a situation like this. With your hips bent over his knee, ass perched in the air, with his hand firmly holding you in place by the back of your neck. Vulnerable, you were in the palm of his hand in the most literal sense. “Stop fucking chattering in my damn ear, bitch.” His hand left its place on your neck to grab at your hair with authority. 

You whined his name, a high toned beg for mercy. As if he’d relent. Placing the cigarette back between his lips, he pulled tight at your hair as if it were a warning. A quick slap sounded in your room, his palm making contact with your bare ass. Underwear and shorts pooled at your ankles, writhing at the pain of the harsh sting. 

“C’mon, you’re not even gonna cry?” He sighed, his next slap hitting hard enough to leave a pink blush across the skin. 

“N-No–” You managed to fight back, to his own pleasure. In his jeans, his dick pressed firm against the seam. He wouldn’t give you what he knew you craved. Fucking ungrateful brats don’t get what they want. “Fine.” Flicking his filter-burnt cigarette onto your hardwood, smoke blew out from his nostrils in a huff. If you wanted to be so stubborn, he’d just have to make you cry. 

You managed to take a breath in his moment of deliberation, almost getting too comfortable in the concept of him letting you go before another sharp impact hit. With a swear escaping you, you stifled back the whimpers from the surprise.  “Fuck, Whitney, what the hell…?” Your voice almost moaning out, Whitney’s face heated up. His usual sadistic smile splitting after hitting you for a fourth time, then a fifth. 

Relentless in dealing out pain, it’s not like you weren’t used to his frequent punishments. Whitney was just like this, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t even into it. The pain was a little hard to adjust to, but even now, you dripped onto his leg. The sting sending pleasure up your spine, shaking through the sixth hit. It almost felt numb until he quickly cracked down again. His own sick joy spawned from a place of watching you squirm under his touch.

Finally, a cry slipped out. In the middle of taking a shaky breath, his broad hand cracked against your tender skin. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, even trying to fight the feeling seemed to cause more to well up. Fighting it was futile, even Whitney seemed to pity his poor pet. A soft coo escaped him, “Has my slut learned their lesson yet?” He released your hair, petting back your tussled strands that escaped his hands.

Tears managed to creep from their ducts, unwillingly fluttering your lashes to get them out. Moments where Whitney felt the slightest sympathy were rare, but never unwanted. A moan quietly sounding under the affectionate pets. The old desk chair under the two of you creaked in response to Whitney’s legs spreading further, your back stiffening at the feeling.

“Hmm…” His hand moved from your hand, his body jittered with excitement. He wondered how far he’d take it, was he done? He could easily march you out the door and fuck you in the hall for everyone to see, or even on the sidewalk outside. Whitney’s other hand was red from the discipline, but still he rubbed gentle circles into your own imprinted skin. On the other hand, he wanted to keep you to himself, a rare moment of privacy between the two of you. 

With his middle and ring finger, he slipped down your slit. Teasing at your wanting hole, running his dry fingers just lightly over the surface. “P-Please…” You beg, trying to push against the pressure. Stupid fucking desperate whore. The throbbing in his pants was almost enough of a reason to deny you, if he wasn’t giving in, neither would you. Until those sweet begs became more urgent, choking out like sobs. 

Whitney swallowed the painful tension in his throat, a firm ball of desire that goading him into fucking the brains out of you.

After all…you did learn your lesson. And he wasn’t the most unkind master in the world, his special pet needed a reward for taking their spankings so well. His two fingers plunged into your hole without warning, granting mercy for your sweet desire. A low hum of pleasure rose from his chest, watching his fingers pull sticky trails of your cum with each pull out. “God, you’re so fucking nasty..” He spoke quietly to hold in his own moans from breaking out.

Spilling all of his secrets about how much he loved watching you beg for just his fingers to fuck the sense out of you. Secrets that revealed just how happy he was being your boyfriend, being the one guy who you’d willingly fuck yourself stupid for. He wondered if the whole orphanage could hear you begging for more, not that he even cared. Whitney just wanted you to be his dumb pet forever. Without humoring the seriousness of the thought, he focused on pounding his knuckles into your dripping cunt. 

Milking out your orgasm was easy, hooking his fingers inside and circling around to drive you crazy. Your back arching and legs flailing behind you. Whitney bit at his lip, watching the sweat beading on your back. Pulling his fingers from your gasping hole, he wrapped his hand around to make you clean the white slick off his fingers.

Gratefully, you sucked. As if it was a treat for letting him fuck you out. Your eyes looking up at him as he towered, thanking him without saying a single thing. Whitney knows just how hard you work to keep him happy, so he figured it wouldn’t hurt to play a little more with his favorite slut.

“Get on the bed, bitch.” He smiled, detaching his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop. Happily unbuttoning his jeans as you scurried onto the bed, not wanting to disobey him anymore than you already have. 

Whitney wouldn’t have it any other way.

[soureggs]

My version of the grate hawk

I feel inlove as soon as he called me wife uwu

[faaun]

hmm i think i need to restart my life

[wicked-bluebird]

take a load off pt. 2

read pt. 1 here (tumblr) or here (ao3).

mdni | 18+ | nsfw

You move around the counter and head towards Sydney. He struggles to obscure his smirk as you inch ever closer. You debate not giving in and sitting beside him, but in the end you decide to sit on his lap.

You turn around to take your place. Sydney's hands are quick as lightning as he lifts your skirt in tandem with you lowering yourself on his lap - careful not to expose you in the library, but still ensuring no extra barrier between your ass and his lap. The fabric of his khakis is a somewhat unfamiliar texture on your skin, the back half of your skirt pools on his lap.

"No underwear?" he practically purrs. Your cheeks burn red.

"You know he'll just take them..." you lament. "the bastard." you tack on at the end.

Your body wobbles a bit as Sydney chuckles to himself. "So naughty... but remind me to thank him next time I see him" he whispers against the shell of your ear.

You want to find it in yourself to be annoyed but your position on his lap, the tactile sensation of his pants, and his breath against your ear are proving more distracting than one would expect. You squirm. 

You sit there in silence for a few moments, you're not entirely sure what to do now. Should you study? Spark up a conversation? Just as you're about to lean over to take some of your work out of your bag someone approaches the counter to return a book. They arch their brow a bit when they see you on Sydney's lap, they quickly seem to decide they don't care. "Here, I'm returning this." They hold out a book and one of Sydney's hands reaches out to grab it as he leans forward slightly, his other hand moves to rest prominently on your waist. Your face burns.

"Thanks, this is on time so you're good to go," he stamps it in and delivers a too bright smile. The student, visibly over whatever display is going on, turns to leave.

"Sy-Sydney," you gulp. "Maybe I should just stand..." His hand on your hip tightens, the other snakes to your thigh, slipping under your already displaced skirt to rest warmly on your upper thigh. 

"Why? Are you uncomfortable?" he asks. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his thumb begins to gently stroke the skin on your thigh. 

Your stomach flips and you inhale deeply. "No.... but maybe some other students might... get the wrong idea." 

"Hmm? And what idea would that be?" his hand slides closer to your core.  

Your quickly grasp his hand through the fabric of your skirt, trying to stop his movement as your gaze darts around the library. "What if someone comes to the desk for books?" you whisper frantically.

"We've done worse in the library, darling. Worse at this desk, even," he reminds you. "My hand's just on your thigh... that's fairly innocent I'd say."

"Were you imagining something indecent?" You can almost hear the teasing in his voice, the octave dropping just slightly. He continues before you can answer "Did you think of me touching you here in my lap with all these people around? Did you envision me trailing my fingers across your lips... teasing your clit before finally dipping them inside you?" Have you stopped breathing? Does it feel hotter in here? You can't find your words, entranced by the lewd image he's painting.

"Maybe you imagined someone walking up while I fucked you with my fingers... hmm, did I grab the book with my free hand and keep working you, or did I extract myself and let them see the mess on my fingers while I stamp their book?" You gasp.

"I suppose we wouldn't want to dirty any of the books... but maybe an exception could be made if it was already a lost cause," he ponders to himself, as if he was evaluating something absurdly mundane and not this.

"Anyways, I'm sure you weren't having those kinds of thoughts were you, love?" 

"Well now I am" you quietly murmur once you find your voice.  

He huffs a stilted laugh against your ear. "Yeah? And now what are you thinking?"

(1) Release your grip on his hand | ++ Love | + + Sydney's Corruption | ++ Lust (2) Keep his hand in place | + Love | - Sydney's Corruption | + Lust (3) Decide to stand | - Love

[aggressiveguitarnoises]

who said that when a human completes their 18th rotation of earth that they are adult. who the hell lied

[oodlyenough]

by going to university and doing at least part of an art degree before switching to law phoenix is actually more educated than pretty much all of the baby geniuses he goes up against. in this essay i will